Best Birthday I Almost Can't Remember

Well, hey, there, sweet readers! I haven't been quite in the mood to post lately. 

Not sure why, just kind of burned out. There is a lot of stuff going on.

First, if you wouldn't mind, please add me to your prayers, good karam list, and positive thinking thoughts because I had my MRI today on my hip. 

I find out next Wednesday whether it's a surgical fix or something else. Gulp.

Next, I am on day 9 of Yeast Free.

 I cheated twice. 

There, I said it. I had a vodka soda on Friday, and part of a cupcake yesterday during our Employee Appreciation celebration.

I really felt yucky after that cupcake though, so I've learned my lesson. So far, according to le scale, I've lost 5 pounds. I don't know if that is just water weight or day-to day fluctuation, but I'll take it. I feel a million times better-more awake, no tummy problems. Nice.

Now, on to the festivities. My birthday is this Friday. The big 33. In honor of said day, I was really excited to see this link-up.

I've had plenty of memorable birthdays, and birthdays that were just so-so. 

My favorite birthday is the one that I almost don't remember.

My 30th-It started out harmless.

A nice trip to Savannah.

We left on a Friday night, had dinner at Kevin Barry's, and basically called it an early night.

We wandered all around day Saturday, thoroughly enjoying the ability to tote drinks on the street.

There really is nothing like having an all-day beer buzz.

Started the day at Molly McPherson's.

We watched an old black man wail on Otis Redding's "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay."

 I can't tell you how amazing he was, and I didn't get a photo. But he was just incredible.

We had dinner on one of those hokey dinner cruises.

And continued drinking, this time the high test stuff: Firefly and water.

When we got back on dry land, 

we went bar hopping.

                            Made friends with whoever we could-because we're chatty when inebriated.

Steve got kicked out of a bar.

In his defense, his flip flop caught the lip of the concrete floor and he tripped...right in front of some cops.

They were't really looking for an excuse, so we just left.

Someone took our pictures on the stairs up from Bay Street.

We don't remember that at all.

We got lost and couldn't find our bed and breakfast.

Once we finally did find the place, we crashed hard.

And woke up 5 minutes before check out.

That was the worst hangover I had ever had. EVER.

 Even more than the one in Vegas when we slept through the entire Thanksgiving day.

Not even McDonald's fries could save me that day.

It was great.

I'd show you more pictures, but well, I forgot to take them.

An Ode to Friday

Hello, loverly readers! I'm still suffering from carb flu, so I'm not the most motivated girl in Blogland today.  Yes, carb flu exists, it is not like bird flu, but it still sucks rocks.
So, in an effort to not die whilst typing, I'm hopping on the bandwagon with Ashley.

Dear Steve: I'm so proud of your soccer girls and how well you coach. I know losing the second round of playoffs sucked, but you lost bravely to a great team, who will more than likely play for the state championship. Lots to be proud of.
Dear Work: Why can't you let me access Groove Shark so I can link up with #backthatazzup on Miss Yoga Pants's blog? SO sad.
Dear Yeast Free: So, I've not started losing weight. I'm being patient because I know this will make me feel better overall, but if you could maybe speed that up, it would make feeling like total asscrack a little more acceptable.
Dear Weekend: Please don't turn out to be busy. I am so tired. I think I could sleep for the entire 48-hours.
Dear Jason Aldean: I have "1994" in my head all the time. And that's ok, except I hate the line "AKA time machine." That just sounds dumb. 
Dear MRI: Please, please, puuuuuu-llease come back totally clear. I do not want to have surgery again, I suck at crutches, and I really don't want to take time off. Please!!!
Dear 5 pm: Please hurry. I'm tired.

Finish the Sentence, May 9th Style

I had no idea about these two, Holly and Jake, until today, and I'm almost ashamed to admit that. Hilarious. Snarky. Wonderful. They also host this link up, so it was a no-brainer to join up. Seriously. Go read. Now.

So here's mine:

Unlike my sibling(s) (that I love very much)....Oh sis. I do love you very, very much.  I have hair, and a lower blood volume. (She did shave her head for a good cause though-raised $ for childhood cancer)

My best friend says...to not actually say what’s on my mind every time a thought crosses it. Sometimes it works. Other times, not so much.

People call me...Martha, but occasionally, I get Negative Nancy. Or Marsha, which is immediately followed by “Marsha, Marsha, Marsha.” Genius.  Not like I've ever heard that before.

I most often dream...about waking up, getting ready for work, going to work, working, coming home, making dinner, and going to bed. Really screws me up when I wake up thinking it’s the next next  day.

The best part of my day...coming home, changing out of my “business casual” into yoga pants, using my bathroom instead of icky work bathroom, and spending some cuddle time with my dog.

I really don't understand… why when you hand a clerk at a store $20 they ask “Out of $20?” No, out of $5. That’s why I gave you a $20.

I get really annoyed...when the littlest and A give us tween girl attitude. Shizz girls, you have it really good. Be thankful, not snotty.

…when I go to the store to buy poblano peppers for my last meal before Yeast Free (read: cheesy fried poblanoes), and the only ones left are moldy. No.

…when a venue/festival/concert only sells Budweiser products. Why? Just why?

There's nothing like a...sleeping in really late on a weekend. After a night of amazing food and some good wine.

Lately, I can't get enough... hummus. Because that’s about the only really snack food I can have right now. I’ll probably never eat hummus again after the first 30 days of yeast free.

Oh, and NCIS. I’ve not had a chance to watch this week’s episode, so I’m in Gibbs-Dinozzo withdrawal right along with those carbs.

One thing I am NOT is...neat and organized. Never have been, never will I be.

I spent too much money on...food, booze, and clothes. What else is there?

I want to learn....yoga, since I clearly can’t run without either breaking an arm or hurting a hip.

If I ever met _________, I would...Thomas Jefferson, I’d shake his hand.

I can't stop...believing?

Never have I ever...been to Europe? Rode a dolphin? Skinned a bear? Drank absinthe? Met the president? I’ve never ever done a lot of things.

Reese Witherspoon...how is it that you didn’t have a driver? Sheesh. And lose the Atlanta PD hat-you wearing it after that stunt is just tacky and low-class on your part.

My May 9^th Blog Everyday in May Moment of my Day:

                                         
                                          Of course I was going to post cuddling the dog. Love her.

Fear. Not the Street.

Happy Tuesday! It's....raining here again...boo. Go figure. I mean, I am just now figuring out we live in a temperate rain forest in the middle of monsoon season. Yuck.


Anyway. I'm joining Jenni today for day seven of Blog Every Day in May, and Helene for Travel Tuesdays. Today's topic...the thing(s) I am most afraid of...and most actually match up with travel... weird.
I'm generally not afraid of a lot of actual things. Spiders, snakes, bugs-not really scary. I don't like them, but they don't scare me. The dark? Nah, doesn't bother me. Birds? Elevators? Nope and nope.
I am terrified of four things. 
One: Falling. Not the same as being afraid of heights. I like big views, but the idea of stumbling and falling to my death makes my heart race just thinking about it. Yikes.

See this? Yes. That's my husband on an arch in Canyonlands, Utah. Behind him? 2000 foot drop. Holy Oh My Gawwd. I could barely even snap this photo, I was so terrified he'd fall. 
Two: Cold. I have a reoccurring nightmare that I will  freeze to death.   
A few years ago, Steve and I took a cruise to the Bahamas. We left out of Jacksonville, Florida. It was the coldest weekend they'd seen in years. It was 25° when we left. When we got to Freeport, we were supposed to go snorkeling. It was only about 65°, so we were thinking the excursion would be cancelled and our money refunded. No. So we had to go. It turned out it was actually warmer in the water, but  I swear I was hypothermic. I know, it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I am not. I was sick to my stomach, my head started hurting, my fingers, toes and legs were numb, and it took me about 8 hours to finally get warm. Steve was actually starting to get really concerned that there was something wrong with me!

Never again.
Three (not travel related): I'm of course afraid of losing the people I love. That's a given-I think most people feel the same way. I try to never, ever think about what could go wrong, but in my most darkest moments, when I'm sad, lonely, or stressed, scary thoughts abound. 
Four (not travel related): I never want  to let anyone down. I feel like if I make a mistake, do something wrong, or am wrong about something, I have failed utterly and most profoundly. Sometimes I get angry because I made a mistake and lash out because I feel so bad. That's pretty dumb. I'm learning though... How many more of you are like this? I know I can't be the only one...

And...It's That Time Again!

So today, I woke up and was stunned. Shocked. Surprised. 

Why?

Check this out:

Yes, friends. This is SUN. It isn't supposed to last. I am sick of rain. Anyway. Today is my first day of Yeast Free! I spent most of yesterday prepping food.  And then I gorged on cheesy, salsa-y Mexican goodness in honor of Cinco de Mayo. I may have had a glass of Chianti, which doesn't really go, but whatever. Last grown-up beverage for at least 30 days. Here's to cheekbones and collarbones! I had an indescribable amount of fun Saturday at Kennygate.  Which is good, because I spent Friday night at the laundromat doing eleventy trillion loads of laundry since our washing machine repair guy STILL HAS NOT FIXED OUR BRAND NEW WASHER!!!! (not pleased about that)

My favorite stadium-Williams-Brice. Don't mind the blurry pictures...it was raining by then. Zac Brown was amazing. I'd have gone just to see them play.  Kenny was so much fun-totally a party atmosphere! We also saw Craig Morgan beforehand also-amazing. It was a great time. Best part? I had a blast, and still.... no hangover in the morning. YAY!

The World According to...

Right about now, I'll be prepping for some tailgating and some Uncle Kenny. Ya jealous? Don't hate! 

Before I go, I'm sharing my favorite quotes for Blog Everyday in May!

I have two favorites.
Exhibit A: From Non Sequitur, 9/13/04, taken
A clever, yet very precise way to tell co-workers, family members, total strangers how irritated you are without dropping any F-Bombs. And perhaps then getting fired.
Exhibit B:

A simple, yet incredibly profound quote from one of my favorite authors. Yes. I will totally out myself as a Tolkien fan. I try to read the Hobbit every year...and sometimes LOTR, but I skip the Frodo parts.  He annoys me.
But as someone who meandered the wrong way in life many times, I was never quite lost. This is just a testament that those of us who take a different road are perfectly normal...and I like that.
Happy Saturday, friends!

Late for the Party...So Uncomfortable!

Late for the party again, but since it's my favorite month of the year I'm joining in. Hope I can do it! 

Today's topic is things that make me uncomfortable. 

Where do I start??

It makes me uncomfortable... To talk on the phone. I hate it so much-regardless of whether it's someone I know or don't know. If I have to call a repair man?? Lord, no. To notice something in someone's teeth because let's face it, totally awkward to tell them!

To have my boss say we need to meet and not tell me why. I immediately think I did something wrong. To be stuck behind someone who doesn't hear me say excuse me the first time, so I stand there awkwardly because I think being louder would be rude. Trying not to itch my nose (which is totally allergy ridden!) while talking to people. To hear people bad mouth things they have no clue about. When I've let too much time between eyebrow waxes go and the only time I can do it is at lunch. Inevitably  someone at work will ask if I'm ok.  Hello, red face! To have to change my outfit in the morning because my pants are too small...Hopefully, this will change.