Monday, February 28, 2011

Meet Gertrude

I went from this:

to this:

Never thought I could go through with it. I've been a blondie since I was in 8th grade. I guess I'm braver than I thought.

I'm trying not to miss my blonde. Wow. Listen to me. As if there aren't better things in the world to worry about. Drama, drama, drama..

dats nyeew

I'm not in blonde world anymore. I've converted to the realm of brunettes. I will reveal the new look when I get caught up with Anatomy.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Jump Start

I've been to the gym everyday this week. Yes, it may sound like I'm boasting my life away, but that's wrong. I'm not good at going to the gym, especially by myself. But, I did it. So far.

That is not my point.

I was at the gym, decided to run until my Ipod decided to die. Some motivation, eh? I got to 20 min., it was still trucking along. Got to 30 min, and my Ipod kept saying it was going to die, there is a lady in my Ipod telling me my Ipod is about to go to heaven. 40 minutes...50 min...60 min, I just couldn't go on like this, I stopped running. I didn't want to die before my ipod died. I was pooped. Got to my car after a long booty run, turned the car battery died before my Ipod and me. I had left my lights on the entire time I was in the gym, silly Marci. Tried to get up the nerve to ask a few people that passed my car if they didn't mind helping a poor girl out, but the nerve never came. I tried calling Will (perfect day to leave his phone at home) and then I tried my mom. No answer!

LIGHT BULB..."how about I run to Wills work and tell him in person that I need him to jump start my babeh, it's not that far from here." Just... TWO MILES. It felt like I ran a marathon when I got to the doors of his work. I was embarrassed because I was all sweaty and gymified. Not super attractive. I still can't believe I ran a half marathon last summer, because that just about killed me. Thanks to Will my car is alive and driving like a champ.

Monday, February 21, 2011


Have any of you seen Despicable Me? Well, it is quite hilarious. There was one scene where the little yellow minion know what, it's way funnier if you watch it yourself rather than I explain. Will and I played this scene over and over again, no exaggerations here. AAAALLLSSSO, there is another scene where two minions start making out, I was shocked when I saw this.. Disney has quite a few easter eggs and if you don't know what that means, well, look up Disney easter eggs. All I'm saying is, Disney isn't just filled with unicorns and characters that poop jelly beans, there is some crude factors...I think the makers of Disney movies get kind of bored, so I guess resorting to crudeness is a way to release that tension. Don't know and don't really care. I just thought it was funny that I spotted a makeout scene in this movie. It happens REALLY fast and you won't see it if you don't have good eyes and you aren't an adult. I'm surprised I pointed it out before Will, he thinks that sorta thing is hilarious. I, on the other hand, think it's funny-ish too. Difference between us is, I laugh about it for a minute, Will laughs about it for an hour.

Friday, February 11, 2011


Look what I made. I actually make food for Will. I'm so domestic.

Yummy lasagna, credit goes to Pioneer Woman, once again.

I need a professional camera. This picture doesn't do these chocolate truffles justice.

No worries, this picture was taken prior to cooking the pizza. It was cooked so good. So good in fact, I ate the entire thing. I have a man's appetite. I eat more than Will, it's sick.


Will has been working his heiny off with work and school. This last Wednesday Will was supposed to have a senior projects meeting, but it turns out it had been canceled. Will called me up as soon as he found out it was canceled, and asked if I wanted to go snowboarding. Are you kidding me? He has to ask? If course I want to go. It turned out to be a funnish trip. It was really cold, and we both ate it at one point. Will took a small jump, so he thought. Turns out it was bigger than he thought. He vows he will never let his board leave the snow as long as he's snowboarding. His neck was very sore the next day. As for me, I ate it when I looked back to see if Will was behind me. I saw him, waved like an idiot as I was falling to my death. Obviously I didn't die, I'm writing this. But, I definitely saw stars because I didn't hit a soft patch of snow, it was a solid patch. Ouch! It was a fun trip, really it was. I got to spend the night with a man that works so hard and doesn't give himself enough breaks. I'm glad he decided to take a night off. He deserved it. That was a pretty good day, why couldn't I get that day over and over and over again..

Ps. It took 10 minutes to get feeling back into our feet after 2 hours of snowboarding. Will thought he had caused permanent damage to one of his toes. Eventually, he was able to fully defrost.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

You've got a friend in me

I'm so grateful for friends. I don't see all of the buddies that I made throughout my life, because that happens to be life for you. But, I think about all of my friendships I developed over the years and how they influenced my life for good. Friends are a great blessing in life. I want to thank all of my friends for making me smile, teaching me, loving me, and for the honor it is to be your friend. Happy Weekend, friends!

Friday, February 4, 2011


I started running last year, and it was not a pretty site--let me tell you. I was horrible when it came to exercising. At the time, Will and I both had a membership at Gold's Gym. We decided we didn't want to put on married people weight, so we made a pact that we would be gym buddies for life. We were pretty good about attending the gym, but horrible when it came to working out. Actually, I was horrible, Will was pretty much a natural. I was jealous.

We set up an exercising chart, (ex. Monday: legs day, Tuesday: back and biceps, Wednesday: running, and so on) and we stayed true to the chart. Except on running days. The thought of running made me throw up in my mouth. Grody, I know. I hated it. Maybe because I would hack up a lung every time I would run, I don't know. Will would hop on the treadmill (like a fat kid hops on cake, catch my drift?) bump his speed up to 7.0, and I did the same because I didn't want to look stupid in front of my new husband. That's not true at all, I just wanted to prove I could kick his butt with running. I really thought I was more of a natural than Will. Boy, did I think wrong. He was focused, fast, and didn't want to stop. I, on the other hand, hit the pause button every 3 minutes. I felt ashamed to be on a treadmill next to the surprisingly, almighty runner, William.

It really is the worst feeling in the world getting back into the gym, because your body hates you for dragging it all the way to a place that makes you sweat, and hurt all over. It's like an addiction, my body was addicted to sitting on it's tushy. I've learned that the gym is important for that reason, as much as it hurts to go and kick your muscles into gear, it's a better kind of addiction. Not that I'm saying you should be addicted to working out. What I'm trying to say is I'm glad I married someone that loves to be healthy and workout because I know I don't. It definitely helps to have that motivation. Oh, and I kick Will's trash any day when we go running. He's all about lifting weights now, so he's not a big runner anymore. Helps boost my confidence when I go running with him. Ha.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011