Girl Talk

Aaron David Harris is my hero because he says stuff like this while I watch the Bachelor Pad:

"And by starting something with Michelle he means getting in that vagina. I mean let's just be real here"

Also, I can day dream about doing this or this with him. Anyone have a spare thou they would like to donate to us? I mean we have tickets to see them in November, so why not hang out with them while we are both in the same place at the same time?

One more thing, we make beautiful puppies together.


I <3 him.

He Put a Ring On It

Almost three years ago to the day I wrote this about one Aaron David Harris. I knew then that he was going to be the one I married. I mean, he sang the guy parts to Mates of States songs for goodness sakes.

I could never pin point when he was going to pop the big question. I thought he would do it this time and then again this one time. But it never happened.

Then last Wednesday night on our three year anni, I walked in the door from driving 8 hours back from Marshall Fam Vaycray and saw this slide show posted on our wall (it has been edited slightly to include a picture of us, engaged, and a pic of my ring).



During the end of the slide show where we are supposed to be on top of the Space Needle, Aaron got down on one knee with a Lego Space Needle replica with the ring on top and asked me to marry him. I haven't been able to stop smiling and looking at this gorgeous rock since.

I absolutely can't wait to be Mrs. Aaron David Harris.

And for the record, we are NOT moving to Wisconsin.

Bucket List

This one time, I saw Arcade Fire and it was amazing. The End.

So, not really the end. I've wanted to see them since I first heard "Keep the Car Running" in my ex-boyfriends car. I played the song on repeat because I loved it so much. Then I listened to their first record, Funeral, and literally heard magic. How can a band be this good? It was then and there in the car that I added Arcade Fire to my list, bucket list if you will, of bands I must see before I die. The only remaining bands are Modest Mouse, The Decemberists, and The Smiths. We all know that last one will never happen. So, just the two for now. I am lucky enough to have seen most of my concert bucket list in college. But last Saturday night at the whatever-it's-called-now arena in Dallas, I marked them off. And they may never be topped.

Y'all, I was on the second row. I've never been that close at a concert in my life. AND Win Butler's hand grazed mine as he walked across the guardrails.


They sang all my favorite songs, and I even fell in love with Regine. Who I thought I hated. I don't. I love her.


I may have died from all the awesomeness and then came back to life when they ended the show with "Wake Up."

I really just can't find words to express how much I loved this show.


The End.

Carb Fest 2010

I've made an executive decision. I'm seriously going on a diet. South Beach to be exact. My dad went on this diet a few years ago. He lost about 50 lbs. He's gone back on it in full force over the holidays and has lost 8 lbs in 6 or so days.

Starting Jan. 1, 2011 I will give up carbs, sugar, alcohol, potatoes, etc. for a good while. I stepped on several scales recently and it wasn't a pretty number.

In addition to this diet, I will return to spinning and the treadmill and perhaps some weights.

In the mean time I plan on loading up on carbs, sugar, and alcohol. Herby K's, momma's gumbo and potato salad, and my final meal of the year at Chianti's.

Cheers!

Gleek

I'm about to embarrass my adorable boyfriend like a mom embarrasses her 12 year old daughter by asking (loudly) what kind of feminine product she needs? The super ones, honey ... because of your HEAVY FLOW?

Anyway, back on point. Let me set the scene. I was laying in bed covered in puppies. Aaron lingering lingering lingering the bedroom on his way to the bathroom before getting ready for bed. He turns on Florence and the Machine and starts clapping along, then playing air guitar, then he goes into full on Glee mode. He starts doing this hand extension across his chest while bending his knee. He claims this move as the signature Glee move. With a super smile on his face. Then he goes into Finn mode by claiming he is in high school, he plays football and likes to sing. WHY IS LIFE SO DIFFICULT?!? Then proceeds with the signature Glee move and into another made up dance move where he snaps with some kind of high kick. Guys, I don't know what was going on in my bedroom. But I know I want more of it. Every night.

He's my favorite. Forever.

Epic Park Day Fail

Shreveport, Louisiana has perfect weather today. PERFECT. In addition to the extra hour we got from daylight savings time, the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky, and the temps were in the low 70s. After lunch with my parents, Aaron and I decided to take the pups to the park next to the Red River.



The dogs loved walking around the park, stomping in the leaves, and chasing bugs.

Aaron wanted to teach Penny to play fetch with the frisbee. Since Penny is new to the family, we weren't sure if we could let her off her leash. I threw the frisbee, and Aaron ran with Penny on the leash to catch it. Next thing we know, Penny is off her leash and chasing after the egrets in the runoff from the river. We chased Penny up and down the banks of the river runoff. That dog has mad sprinting skills. For a moment I really thought we were never going to get her back and almost broke down into tears. We screamed her name. Asked her if she wanted a treat. Did every trick in the book. She wasn't interested. Aaron chased Penny for a good 45 minutes, then had to make a trip into "uncharted" woods, and finally emerged with our soaking wet, mud-covered dog in tow.

Next time we will know to never let that damn dog off the leash.

Spinning

So, I have committed myself to a 5:30 AM spin class two days a week. DID YOU HEAR ME?! I have to wake up at 5ish two days a week. This was the first week. And let me just tell you about it. My boss and I got the idea last week to go to this class. Now I feel that I can't let my stinking boss down. Therefore I drag my ass outta bed at 5:00 AM to get dressed, drink water, get my butt to the gym, set my bike up, and start pedaling. Y'all this shit is hard. I feel like I am going to die. Then I get this adrenaline rush. And I kick that bike's ass. Then I die again.

My instructor is a 65 year old retired Marine (ok I made that up, but he could be). He tells the class of 7 - mostly of older women - to KEEP IT UP! Come on ladies 30 MPH THAT'S QUICK!

I am pretty sure my behind is chaffed. I learned today that I need biking shorts. According to the 50 year old lady next to me ... you can't make it in the class without bike shorts.

And here I thought I had enough padding back there to begin with.