As a teenager, I could often be found in my bedroom late at night reading books about astrology, doing my numerology charts, and analyzing the compatibility of each of my crushes based upon his birthday.

After my brain dump yesterday morning, I didn’t really feel any better. I was still upset and nervous and worried about Sunday’s triathlon.

Then, I followed a link that Rachel gave to Susan Miller’s astrology website. I know that some of you probably don’t believe in astrology and think that the whole thing is hokey, but you’ll have to excuse me while I wholeheartedly disagree with you.

If the moon can trigger a woman to ovulate, then there is something to be said for the sun and the stars as well. We’re all connected, and in my little world, it seems crazy to dispel the ideal that astrology has no merit. I am too much like all of the descriptions of an Aries to not believe.

And not to mention, we all tend to believe the things that seem true and reassure us at the time. Hokey or not. So, here’s my reassurance, thanks to Susan Miller:

Still, even though there are likely to be a few shock waves coming, the smart money is on you. You always find a way to pull a rabbit out of a hat in the eleventh hour. You are VERY lucky to have Jupiter and Uranus acting like two burly bodyguards, flanking you on the right and left, following you wherever you go. So while the whole world is in for some headline news and radical shifts in late June, you have a rare protection the other signs don’t have, and that, dear Aries, will make ALL the difference.

You’re a cardinal sign, and cardinals are known to shake up the box, even when everyone else thinks that’s completely unnecessary. They say there’s no reason to change anything. You’ve heard the old refrain, “If it’s not broken, don’t fix it.” But you know that’s no way to live, for good is never good enough. Aries strives to be the best, and that’s why I feel you are going to pull out all the stops and rise above any challenges now.

I will spare you all of the intimate details about Uranus moving into Aries, because that just sounds pervy…but just know that between this astrological breakthrough and everyone’s comments yesterday, I know that I’ll get through Sunday’s challenge.

I’ll smile when I’m finished, and I’ll likely move along to my next challenge refreshed.

Luckily, Uranus is on my side.

I have loved New Kids since I was 13 years old.

I’m an accountant, so I’ll do the math for you. That is TWENTY years, my friends. I never fell off. I can’t say that I’m some crazy groupie who follows them around the universe and knows the name of every bodyguard and producer on their staff, but that’s because I have a job and a life. If I was independently wealthy with no necessity for a 9 to 5er, I would be following the New Kids around like the Dead Heads did Jerry Garcia.

There’s no shame in my game.

Meeting two of the guys on Thursday night was literally like a dream. Kari and I kept asking each other if we were going to wake up. I know that for those who have never been crazy in love with a celebrity, this sounds like a foreign language. For me, this has been my one fanatic obsession since I was 13. I mean seriously…I’m an accountant. I’m more likely to worship my spreadsheets than I am to worship Brad Pitt, but NKOTB is just something that I never let go of.

After two nights of being up WAY past my bedtime, it was very difficult to wake up on Saturday. Like, as in, if I hadn’t spent a bazillion dollars on the I Love All Access 5 Star Package, I might have slept until the the end of all eternity. I am not a person who functions well on less than 7 hours of sleep, and coupled with the fact that I had been infected with some crazy coughing-sneezing-stuffy head-fever-tickling nose-watering eyes-disease (which I was sure that I was going to die from), I was a very unhappy camper.

But, I knew that the show must go on.

I dragged my sick ass out of bed around noon, we grabbed a bite to eat, and from that point until 3PM, we were on a mission to become as beautiful as humanly possible. My challenge was especially difficult, considering my aforementioned illness, which had also caused every bit of fluid in my body to take up residence in my head. And my nose had been blown more times in the previous 72 hours than…well…use your own analogy on that one.

Before I left for the trip, I was really excited when I found these Coach sandals on uber sale at Nordstrom’s.

I was not, however, very excited about the state of my feet after having worn them for about 20 hours straight on Friday, which included dancing my ass off to DJ Cheapshot in them for 3 hours.

(…new shoes + dancing = always a bad idea).

When I chose my dress for Saturday night, I had originally planned on wearing these:

After having these shoes on my feet for approximately 4.2 seconds, I opted for these–slightly less sexy, but a helluva lot more comfortable.

(mine weren’t exactly like this, but you get the idea).

Why am I telling you all of this? Because I want you to understand that this was one of the last good decisions that I made for the remainder of the night.

We stood in line to wait for our All Access party and Meet & Greet for a little over an hour, and then everyone filed upstairs into the area outside of the concert auditorium. Then, we lined up again to pick up our All Access lanyards. We made friends with a group of 5 girls behind us in line, and when we reached the table where the lanyards were being given out, Kari and I were supposed to tell the woman that we had a party of 7.

The reason for this is because when going in to the room to meet ‘da boys, you’re herded in groups of 10. When you get in the room, you literally have moments to pseudo-mingle, then take a spot next to the man of your choice. At that point, two pictures are taken to commemorate the moment. If you happen to end up in a ranky group of 10 girls that you don’t know, you’re liable to have to fight your way over to Donnie (or the man of your choice), and you might not get a great picture. This is how the scenario was explained to Kari and I. We were newbs, so we had no idea what the hell was going on.

When we reached the table of lanyards, we told the woman that we had two in our party. Two. Not seven. Not purposely, just because we were overwhelmed. Fortunately, this turned out to be a good decision. We ended up being in Group A. The first group to enter the room, and the first group to get in line for a spot in front of the stage. This, my friends, was THE last good decision of the night.

The meet and greet was fast but fun. We ended up with an awesome group of girls, and the plan was that we would go into the room and say our initial hello to all of the guys, and then cuddle Danny for the first picture. After the first picture was taken, one of the girls in the group (Vanessa), would yell “SWITCH!”, and we would go over and snuggle Donnie.

It went off without a hitch.

I was too chicken that I would get kicked out, so I kept my initial mingling to a minimum. The people from I Love All Access who run the meet and greet were very bossy, and I tend to respond when people yell at me loudly. I went over and said something to Danny. I think I told him I love his Tweets or something queer.

I loved him, and he was cute and short.

“SWITCH!!”

Kari and I scurried over to Donnie…the man I came for.

I think I immediately started sweating profusely and telling him how much I loved him. He gave me a kiss and a huge hug, and then I started blabbering about how much fun I had at Club Mixx the previous night. He said he was so glad, and told me to make sure that we went after the show that night again. I told him I wouldn’t miss it. I think he kissed and hugged Kari in the midst of that, but I was focused on him. He could have made out with her and I would’ve never known. He had his arm around my waist, and friends, all was right in my world. I reached back and held onto his hand as the picture was taken.

Leaving that room, I was sappy. Sad because I was leaving one of the most ridiculous experiences of my life, and happy because I had just met the men who had framed my universe when I was young. I know, I know. You either get it or you don’t…but this was a huge check mark on my bucket list.

We left the room elated, and quickly picked up our goodie bags and the camera that we had to check before going inside the room, and then stepped to the front of the line outside of the auditorium doors. I was pretty sure that this spot in line would insure that we would get front row for the show, but there were no guarantees. The guys who were working security for the show told us that if they caught us running when they opened the doors, we would be sent to the back of the line. That would’ve been lame, so I did what any sensible human would. I removed my wedge sandals and prepared for the most important power walk of my life.

Sh!t…I practically power walked an entire marathon. I could certainly power walk 200 yards to the front row of an NKOTB show!

JACKPOT!

From the moment we got to the front row, we were chatting up everyone around us. There were so many nice people near us, and I actually met the cutest little gal named Jenny. Have you ever met someone who you just instantly click with, and the conversation flows so naturally that before you realize it, you’ve told that (poor) person your entire life story? That was me with Jenny.

Hopefully I can hang with little Jenny sometime again soon. The beautiful thing about technology is that she now reads my blog (HI JENNY!), and we are connected through Twitter as well. And Jenny, I promise I don’t tell everyone my life story within the first 15 minutes.

All of my incessant chatting made the time before the show pass very quickly. Next thing I knew, the show had started, I had my shoes off, and I was dancing as much as I could in the packed front row.

You guys…we were close. I swear I kept pinching myself.

And I might have been sweated on a few times.

But I didn’t mind.

For that entire hour-ish long show, I rested my arms on the barrier that kept us from rushing the stage (believe me…it kept us from rushing the stage). Today (even nearly a week later), I cannot rest my arms on anything, lest I cry out in utter pain. There are no visible bruises, but there is definitely some sort of strange internal NKOTB concert barrier bruising. Warning.

During this little diddy that included several guitars and all of the boys lined up on stage, Donnie smiled at me. ME. Yes, I’m positive it was a smile specifically for me because he loves me. And only me. (Just go with it, OK)?

At this point in the show, I made the observation that Joe was wearing eyeliner. He did a very cool cover of “Sweet Dreams” by the Eurythmics, which rolled into the newish NKOTB song “Twisted”. As a result, this mashup has been stuck in my head for 5 days.

I didn’t take any videos because I’m chicken, and their big bodyguard (Earl) was walking around checking people’s cameras, but here is one that I found from this show on Youtube of Donnie singing “Dirty Dancing”

Kari and I made a deal that we would leave before the show was over so that we could go to Club Mixx and get in line. We knew it was going to be swarmed, and thought this would make it easier to get in. We left somewhere around Step By Step/Hangin’ Tough. This was mistake #1. We got to Club Mixx, and despite the fact that we left EARLY from the show, the line was huge. The doors hadn’t opened yet, but there were a bazillion people there. We decided to wait it out, and we actually ended up running into some of the girls from the original “Party of 7 That Never Was” group. They asked us to get in line with them, but then they all disappeared.

We finally got inside after waiting for about an hour, and it was crazy packed already. We were kind of bummed, so we did what we do best. Had some Lemondrop shots and various liquor-laced drinks. After some time, we ran into Vanessa (who was the girl who yelled “SWITCH” in our A group at the meet & greet). We really liked Vanessa, and ended up going to the upstairs bar with her and her friend. By that time, the guys had arrived at the club, and they were also upstairs…but they were about 500 security guards away from us. We couldn’t even see them.

Everything was absolute insanity. Since all of the guys were there (instead of just Joe and Donnie like the previous night), it was total pandemonium. By the time that one of us finally got close enough to a railing in order to be able to see over to where the guys were, we had got completely distracted and lost Vanessa et al. Mistake #2.

Gazing across the club to where the guys were, Kari spotted Vanessa. Standing directly next to Danny. Chatting him up. We lost all of our peeps, and it turned out that when everything was done and over with, practically all of them had ended up hanging out with the guys that night. With only the knowledge that the place was packed, we had lost all of our new friends, and that we weren’t getting anywhere, Kari and I jumped on the elevator and left the joint.

Sadly.

Then, we did what any other drunk, crazed, disappointed fan would do. We went to the food court, got Chinese food, and cried in our fried rice. It was assuredly the most ridiculous moment of the entire trip, but we were feeling emotional (and drunk). So we just let it out.

(I’m literally laughing right now. I hope you are too. Even THAT part is ridiculous to me.)

But hey…we were sad. I think that it was a combination of everything, including the fact that we knew that our fun weekend was coming to a close. After we regained our composure, we decided to go out and gamble away some of our money. You know…just to add insult to injury. However, it was at that point that the night began to look up.

While I was spending my $15 voucher in one of the slot machines, Kari started chatting up some Amish guy sitting next to her gambling. Yes, I said Amish guy.

However, it turns out that he wasn’t a real Amish guy. He was just a poser, and he was part of a band called The Amish Outlaws (they’re on facebook, it’s legit). He told us that he was on a break, but that his band was playing at The Gypsy bar around the corner. We decided to go for it.

We had so much fun. This definitely livened up the night, and made us feel much better. After we had fully experienced the Amish Outlaws, we were hungry again (no idea what all of the drunk hunger was about), and we went back to our trusty Borgata cafeteria. As soon as we had sat down, Jon Knight walked in to get a burger. It was very ironic after the night that we had, and sort of made things a little less sad.

This week, I can’t get the experience out of my mind. I feel so lucky to have been able to have such an incredible weekend with the guys. I’m amazed by how nice they are to their fans, even after all of these years. I am still in love with Donnie, and I probably always will be. I’m already stalking any updates that come out for the NKOTB cruise next May. Apparently the tickets go on sale in August. I’ll totally be there.

By then, I’ll be another year older and wiser. For the cruise, I intend to wear sensible shoes, I won’t mix liquor with wine, and I’ll try not to cry in my fried rice.

But I can’t really make any promises on that last one.

I arrived at The Borgata Hotel on Thursday evening around 6pm. The Borgata Hotel. Have you seen this joint?

The place is to die for. I booked a standard room with two king beds (one for me and one for my girlfriend who was partying it up with me for the weekend), and it was nothing to laugh at. It was nicely equipped with a refrigerator, coffee maker, hairdryer, and all of the other standard hotel accoutrements. As well as this view to the left:

And this view to the right:

It even looks delicious on the camera phone, and that says a lot.

As well, I may have sent My Gazelle a text message of this picture:

with this message:

“Let’s pray that our honeymoon shower is like this!”

Yes, folks. He’s marrying me because I’m classy.

As soon as I took in all of the amenities that the room had to offer, as well as the wonderful view, I immediately knew that it was going to be a fantastic weekend.

After Kari arrived to the hotel (she was driving in from New York), we decided to get something to eat and then explore the hotel a little. After eating an especially onion-y Fatburger from The Cafeteria at The Borgata, we walked around and window shopped in a rather deserted section in the hotel. Apparently it was deserted because all of the schmetzy stores were closed for the day.

As we were wandering back down that deserted marble corridor chit-chatting away about how amazing it would be to randomly run into Donnie, Jordan, Jon, Joe, or Danny (and as I unsuccessfully searched for a stick of gum to cure my onion breath), we ran into this guy:

Seriously? Excuse me, Jesus? Could you have made this a more inconvenient time to run into Jon Knight? Onion breath, bad hair, ratty t-shirt and yoga pants. For REAL? That is the explanation for the shock and awe on my face. Not only because I randomly ran into Jon Knight, but also because I was wearing YOGA PANTS. Yes. Yoga pants.

Kari took out her camera to take this picture initially, but she was shaking too much to actually take the picture. Jon said to her “Oh, you’re a teacher?!” Kari said “YEAH, HOW DID YOU KNOW?”, to which he replied “It says so on your shirt.”

Um. Right. Shirt. Check.

Jon thought the whole situation was cute at that point, and since she was still shaking too much to take the picture, he told her to let me take the pic first while she calmed down. She handed me the camera, and I took the greatest picture of Jon giving her a huge hug while he said “Awwww, it’s OK. I’m a person just like you!”

Let me just say that Jon almost stepped into “I love you way more than Donnie” territory at that moment for me. I was very charmed by his willingness to stop and talk to two fanny schmoes (one dressed in yoga pants), at a time when he clearly was intending to do something much more important.

After we stood in that deserted corridor and called everyone we knew to inform them of this latest development in our ‘Fanatic Blockhead’ status, we made it our mission to look beautiful at all times for the rest of the weekend. God forbid we should run into Donnie or Joe (our two favorites) while wearing yoga pants again…the horror! After sufficiently beautifying ourselves and having a glass of wine (or five), we ventured out again.

As we walked through the hotel lobby/registration area, we had another unexpected run-in with destiny. Destiny in the form of Joe McIntyre, of course.

Kari was much more composed this time, since she expelled the initial shock factor during our encounter with Jon (and maybe the wine relaxed her). I’m also happy to report that I wasn’t wearing yoga pants for that photo op, and my breath did not reek of onions.

After that encounter with Joe, we decided to aimlessly wait for Donnie to arrive at the hotel (straight groupie-style). However, he never arrived, and we finally went to bed around 3AM. In the process of waiting, we met some very nice fans and lost about $30 in the slot machines at the casino.

We slept for approximately 15 hours, and then woke up in time to eat, drive to some strange ghetto mall to shop for new clothes and shoes, and then got back to the hotel to beautify ourselves for Friday night’s show. We chose general admission tickets for both nights, and we were banking on the fact that even if we didn’t have front row for either one of the shows, we would still be better off than if we had an actual seat.

It turned out that there was no opening act at the show (The JabbaWockeeZ opened for them when I went to the show last summer), and I don’t think that most people anticipated that there would be no opening act, so planned to come after the 8PM start time. Because of that, when we got there at 7:30, we were able to secure a nice spot to the left of the stage, about 3 rows back.

I didn’t get a ton of great pictures, but I was close enough that I didn’t miss this:

And this:

The show was very good, and it was nice to hear the guys sing a lot of their new music. Last year, I noticed that they did a lot of the old hits, and they included a whole montage of songs from their very first album (released in 1986). This show included only a few old songs (Hangin’ Tough, Step By Step, Please Don’t Go Girl). My impression is that last years’ tour was done in an effort to bring the old fans out of the woodwork and remind us of why we loved them (as if any of us forgot). This years’ tour is all about the present, and they are singing the hell out of the new music. I’m cool with that because I love it.

They’ll definitely lose the “kinda” fans on this tour though…which is OK by me. Less competition.

I’m kidding.

Kind of.

The highlight of Friday was definitely by far the barely-announced after-party at The Borgata’s Club Mixx. Although Saturday night’s after-party at Club Mixx was highly promoted on the NKOTB Facebook page and such, the only mention that I saw of Friday night’s after-party was in one of Donnie’s Tweets on Friday afternoon. Since it wasn’t hugely promoted, there were not a lot of people. It was perfect.

DJ Cheapshot was amazing. Although I’m not normally huge on ‘clubby’ music, I danced my ass off for 3 hours straight. I didn’t realize it on Friday night at the show (because we were so far to the left of the stage that the speakers blocked our view), but he actually DJ’d during the entire show. After the show, he came down to Mixx to do his thing again. You should definitely check out his stuff–it’ll make you shake your bootie, and I can’t wait to work out to it.

Anyway.

The party at Mixx was amazing. Although I don’t recall all of the details (Sudafed, Greygoose, Lemondrops…remember?), I KNOW that it was amazing. I mean…I went to sleep around 4am…it had to be fun, right? I woke up late Friday morning with the most amazing hangover and no voice whatsoever.

Stay tuned for Saturday night’s adventure. It includes bruised forearms, crying over fried rice (it’s amazing what we’ll cry about when we’re drunk), groupies, and an Amish Band. Not necessarily in that order.

And I could possibly be hung over still.

Or maybe it’s the cough syrup.

But.

I DON’T CARE!!!

My cold will go away, but these memories will last forever.

Best weekend ever.

Amen.

Secondly, I’m barely still alive.

I’ll get back to our regularly-scheduled food and sweat fest (with a smattering of TMI) very soon, but in the meantime I’d like you to jump over to Letters To My Body today.  I posted a brilliant video letter today that was created by Ally Marks, who is a student at Smith College.  The video gave me chills, and it is entirely worth spending 5 minutes of your life watching.

I promise.

Now, someone please fire my producer.

Waking up is not one of my favorite things in the world.   I’m fine once I’m actually out of bed, but the waking up part poses a challenge for me most of the time.

Back to our story.  Everything was moving along according to schedule.  Brush teeth, shower, wash hair, moisturize, get dressed.

Check, check, check, check and check!

“Wow, I’m making great time!  Starbucks latte, here I come!”

Blow dry hair, begin flat ironing hair, walk out to the kitchen to get Maya (the black dog) some water, because she won’t leave me alone…

“OUCH!  FLESH WOUND!  OUCH!  MY FOOT!  I’M BLEEDING TO DEATH!”

(only I am able to cause major harm to myself with a natural dog bone)

“DAMN DOGS!”

While I was treating my wound, I told the dog to go lay down again.

“GAWD, I GAVE YOU WATER DOG…WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?!”

Proceeded to continue with my hair.  lalalalalalala…doing my hair…lalalalalalalala.  Then I spotted it.  The black dog (that hairy little beast), pooping on my rug!!!

(I guess she wasn’t thirsty after all)

All of this transpired before 7AM today.  Hopefully, I have already faced the worst part of my day, because I have kickboxing class again tonight.  Considering the fact that I’m ithurtstomove sore from Monday’s class (which left me with skinned knees and bloody elbows), putting myself in a potentially harmful situation might be a bad idea on a day like today.

But, I’m going to do it anyway.

I’m also going to check out the swim school down the street from my job on my lunch hour.  But I’m not going to swim today.  That would just be too risky on a day like today.

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* See how my training is going over here!

* Looking for my eBook?

*Check out my body image project!

I just know that if I didn’t filter things out, there’s a chance that I’d lose you at the post title.  Heck.  Maybe I already lose you at the post title…it’s not like I have a million readers or anything!

Maybe my post titles suck.

Or maybe my content just sucks.

That wouldn’t surprise me.  I’m flaky, and I like to consider myself an accidental overachiever.  I’ll try anything (15K, 1/2 marathon, marathon, cooking Kabocha Squash, kickboxing), and I normally suck at everything.  However, the fact that I am too stubborn to quit gives the illusion that I’m really good at it.

I’m still searching for the one thing that I’m totally awesome at, but in the meantime, I’ll just keep doing a lot of things that I suck at.  The fact that I could be writing a blog that nobody reads is totally OK with me.  I don’t deal well under pressure anyway.

See.  Right there.  I just flaked.

Anyway.  My point is that there are times when I WANT to talk to you about more than just a recipe or my workout in one post.  I just didn’t want to confuse you.  So, at times like these, I’m just going to start categorizing: sweat fest, food fest, love fest, random fest, and anything else I might feel like adding in the future.

I like terms that end in “fest”.

And here we go.  I’d be honored if you read my entire posts (duh), but please feel free to scroll to the area of my posts that you care about the most.  From now on, just look for these logos:

[excuse me, but but how cute is she?!]

[makes me hungry!]

[awwwww.]

[random]

So, the majority of what I have for you right now is a sweatfest update, since it took me all day to find and edit all of these cute little category pictures.  In case you haven’t already noticed, I tend to get stuck on the details.  Just ask My Gazelle.  Listening to me tell a story is literally a project-type scenario that he has to prepare himself for.

Kidding.  I’m sure he doesn’t think I’m that bad.  I hope.

I have been running as planned, although taking it much easier than I have in my past training plans.  My plan for the Disney Princess 1/2 has been half “fly by the seat of my pants” “do what feels right”, and half “use your knowledge of published training plans”.  In all honesty, I have never felt better at this point in training.

My twice-weekly 45 minute kickboxing sessions at The Bam’s Martial Arts has most definitely had a positive impact on my running.  I can’t say that I’m even a little bit faster, but that was never the goal.  I feel stable and strong on my feet these days, and I’m not fearing an injury during every run.  Like I said, I’m not getting faster…but I’m not injured.

Hooray!

I’m very excited to tell you that I’ve finally broken into this millennium and started a Tumblr account.  There is basically nothing there yet, but my goal is to put many more of the impromptu things that I want to talk about on there, without having to deal with the drama of a full-on Wordpress publish.  I talk about a lot of crap on Twitter that I don’t do a full post on WP, but it’s still interesting stuff that people might care about.

I’m new with Tumblr, so if anyone wants to give me suggestions, that would be awesome.  I’m also looking for cool peeps to follow on Tumblr, so give me a shout if you’re on there!

Tomorrow, I plan to post a recipe for Almond Ginger Woofies (dog treats), so get ready!

So did you see my post yesterday about Thai Curry Soup?

Do you have a great recipe that you can share with me?  I’ve found a few online, but they’re all different, and I’m scared.

Also in the works for food fest is (still) my Soup eBook.  I didn’t forget about it, and I know that by the time it’s finished, it’ll probably be this summer, but I’m still working on it.  I didn’t realize that my life was going to be too busy to finish it as quickly as I wanted to originally.  But, don’t give up hope, I didn’t forget!

Ta ta for now!

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Ommmm.

I breathed.

I ate copious amounts of food.

I drank too much coffee.

I might have watched too many chick flicks.

I definitely regrouped.

Rather than give you a play-by-play of the past two weeks of my life (how insanely boring that post would be), I’d rather just tell you what I’ve learned.

• Driving all night on Thanksgiving Eve in order to arrive home to Central New York on Thanksgiving Day is risky business. I might never do that again.
• In an effort to stay coherent, I will definitely never again consume an entire bag of Jack Daniel’s BBQ sunflower seeds while performing said 6.5 hour trip (which actually only took 5.5 hours because I was tempting fate). “Bloat” would be the understatement of the century. It took me a full week to recover.
• Bringing your fiance to redneck bars when he is the direct opposite of a redneck is very entertaining. (Note to self: Must do this more often)!
• Confronting high school meanies is great fun! Especially when they try to act like you were besties in high school. Boundaries are good, and “I don’t like you” is sometimes a very empowering phrase.
• When trying on wedding dresses, always wear appropriate undergarments. a.k.a…leave the pink thong at home, and opt for the sensible boy pants. Hindsight is always 20/20, right?
• Do not procrastinate (this is a work in progress for me).
• When your pending nuptials are mentioned, do not become triggered when someone asks you “so, are you going to go on a diet?”
• Also, when said person sees a picture of the gorgeous dress you purchased off the rack, then tells you “ha! you better hit the pushups!”, do not punch their lights out (or begin starving yourself).
• Do increase productivity at work by turning your computer monitor around for the whole universe to see you screwing off while you should be working. This is a great way to self-regulate your surfing!
• Children do not like Fennel Chicken.
• Sometimes children freely talk about pooping at inconvenient times.
• Relax.
• Enjoy life.
• Breathe.

Ommmmm.

What have you learned while I’ve been blogcationing?

I’ve missed you!

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