I hate this movie

I mean it, I hate "A Christmas Story". My father loves this movie and every Christmas, TBS plays "A Christmas Story" for a full 24 hours. Thus, my father watches it for the entire 24 hours. It could very well be the reason why I hate that movie.

Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! May you all be blessed!

We shivered and shook, our breath made soft clouds in the air, Jack Frost nipped at our noses; but we went to see it anyway. And it was beautiful. Merry Christmas, dear ones.

"There's a pale winter moon in the sky coming through my window
And the park is laid out like a bed below
It's a cold, dark night and my heart melts like the snow
And the bells of New York City tell me not to go

It's always this time of year that my thoughts undo me
With the ghosts of many lifetimes all abound
But from these mad heights I can always hear the sound
Of the bells of New York City singing all around

Stay with me, stay with me
Refuge from these broken dreams
Wait right here, awake with me
On silent, snow filled streets."

-Josh Groban, Bells of New York City

'Tis the season to... overindulge

My diet is seriously off track. In fact, I have fallen further back in this week than I did over my Thanksgiving at home, including 3 full Thanksgiving dinners.

This week, Craig and I attended 3 Christmas parties (with one after-party) and a birthday celebration accompanied with enough fried food to make even the North Carolina State Fair weep with cardiac fear.

All of the food and drinks of the week and not a single foot in the gym, literally left us flat on our backs Saturday night, a Ginger-Ale on each night stand, sharing a bottle of Pepto Bismol.

I'm feeling slightly better this Monday afternoon, after having a single tomato for dinner Sunday night and a slice of bread with peanut butter on it for breakfast this morning. One thing I have certainly learned: I just can't eat like I used to. I think I have literally shrunk my stomach so that I simply cannot indulge like I have before. When I do, I feel sick, nauseous, and my stomach bloats, leaving me looking like I'm 5 months pregnant. (yikes!)

So, I vow to get back on it! I've still got a ways to go to meet my goal and after a month and a half, I've probably just broken even. Going to try to stay in the negatives moving forward! Hold me to it!

Stuff My Boyfriend Says...

"I could never get away with beating you.. you bruise too easily."

*Upon noticing a pattern of small triangles bruised into my back from taking a 20 min bath laying on my anti-slip pads*

In the 5th grade, I was in a Spelling Bee. I was eliminated from the competition after incorrectly spelling "Engineer".

Now, every time I spell "Engineer", I think of that contest. Kinda weird, huh?

H&M Spring 2011 Lookbook

Just take a moment to enjoy the pretty:

I sort of fell head-over-heels with maxi dresses last summer and I don't think I'm going to get through the season without a few more. And high-waisted, wide-leg pants? Yes please!

Be a best friend,
Tell the truth,
And overuse "I love you".

Go to work,
Do your best,
Don't outsmart your common sense.

Never let your prayin' knees get lazy.
And love like crazy.

I think I found the perfect present for Craig..