Cheap Date

Cory often boasts that I’m a cheap date.

I like to split meals.

I get a buzz off of one drink.

I’d rather go to the movies during the day.

I believe in coupons.

I’m don’t believe in sending flowers.

So this morning, as we checked in at the gym, Cory happily told the front desk guy that I am a cheap date.

Why?

Because all I wanted was for Valentine’s Day was for him to come to Body Pump with me.

And he did :)

I hope you have a great Thursday, my friends! I’ll catch you tomorrow (and announce the winner of the Hot Oats give away!)

The Couple that Namastes Together, Stays Together(?)

Today, Cory and I tried something new and took a yoga class together.

I hyped up this upcoming experience like nobody’s business because yoga at my old gym was totally perfect.

Cory, you’ll feel so relaxed and centered.

Cory, I LOVE YOGA.

Cory, the couple that namastes together, STAYS together. 

Cory. Get ready for your life to be changed. Forever. 

At this point Cory looked through the windows to my soul and told me to namastopit.

So, 5:30 AM came and I was ready and excited to calm the hell down and find my center.

Unfortunately, the instructor was a snobby substitute for the normal instructor. I was hoping for a nice Vinyasa flow, but she was more of a bougie show off than anything else. At one point, she asked the class “Do you guys do (insert random body-twisting pose here)?” And everyone shrugged, as best as the could while in bow pose.

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She replied in a snarky tone, “It really helps if you learn the lingo.”

At this point, I look to Cory, who looks just as hilariously as uncomfortable as I do, and I laugh out loud.

It felt worse than laughing in church during Station of the Cross.

Needless to say, Cory hated it and my words currently hold no weight in this household. I’m hoping to redeem myself soon.

Let’s chat – Do you and your partner workout together? If you’re single, do you have a workout buddy?

DOHmestic Bliss: Kitchen Catastrophe

Yesterday I got home from work with enough time to feel guilty about sitting around watching TV until Cory got home. Although I had two episodes of Snapped recorded, I opted for productivity.

I took the dog for a walk and sweat profusely, did a load of wash, and I thought: Hey, why don’t I just go ahead and prep dinner so I don’t have to worry about it later.

Kabobs are easy enough, I just figured getting them done ahead of time would yield some QT when Cory got home. That’s me – a forward thinker.

First, I chopped the chicken into cubes and threw them in a marinade.

Next, I moved to the onion. I cried my way through that endeavor with burning eyes and a runny nose.

Chop, chop, God DAMN, sniff, chop, chop…

Last was the red pepper, that slippery bitch. I blame it on the aforementioned watery eyes (Cory blames it on my inability to correctly hold a knife – whatever) but while I was enthusiastically chopping and visualizing my acceptance of the Organized Wife of the Year award, my huge-ass knife slipped...

…and took a huge-ass chunk out of my finger.

Like any young, married woman would do, I immediately contacted my mother.

After my mom assured me that my blunder was not as big of a domestic fail as I was making it out to be, I felt a little better.

Now if only she could have reminded me to soak those wooden kabob sticks before putting them in the oven…

Unfazed at this point in our relationship, Cory reminded me that I could have potentially burnt down the entire apartment complex. Clearly, this was not news to me, the “chef” who uses the smoke detector as her timer.

Like my man Jimmy Buffet says: If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane ;)

*If you’d like to recall my other DOHmestic moments, click here and here annnd here*

 

The Hard Work Has Paid Off!

Since we made the move to Richmond two months ago, I have been referred to as a “kept woman” and a “lady of leisure” on more than one occasion. Because I moved for my husband’s job, people assumed I was taking it easy and riding the wave.

That bothered me a great deal.

Clearly, education bears no weight. For the past two months, I have been out of town every week on Mondays and Tuesdays due to class.

My round trip to school used to be 30 minutes; now it’s 4 hours. And that’s not counting the 30 minutes each way to and from my parent’s house (where I was staying on Monday nights.)

And when I wasn’t in school or traveling, I was spending time driving to and from interviews, scouring the internet for hours applying to jobs, and  writing cover letters. And I also started volunteering.

So yeah, it’s been a real cake walk.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve enjoyed this flexible schedule. And it’s not lost on me how fortunate we are to even have the option to live like we have been living. I have learned more about myself in the past two months than I could have ever imagined. And honestly, I think it was the best thing that could have happened for our marriage.

But I’ve been getting restless. I need work, to be busy. I like to work. And, well folks, the hard work has paid off!

As of Monday, I was offered an amazing, wonderful, perfect-for-me job! It’s my first “real” job, as in, not “just-a-paycheck” job. This is setting me up for a career that I couldn’t be more thrilled about!

That said, I’m off to search for a new First Day of Work outfit :) Have a great one!

Hosts with the Most(s)

We hosted our first holiday!

Cory and I successfully hosted our families yesterday for Easter brunch. In my world, it’s an accomplishment if I can time my Keurig coffee and oatmeal to be ready at the same time, so the idea of having to have five items in one oven come out ready at the same time made me nervous.

Thank God I have a husband who keeps his cool in the kitchen, and a mother who knows how to calm me the eff down.

We ate, drank mimosas, and chatted through the afternoon. I tried a bit of everything that we made, but didn’t eat nearly as much as I normally would have. I think I was too hopped up on making sure that no one was keeling over and vomiting from my cooking.

I’m glad to report that no such thing occurred. ;)

To be vague, things have gone on during the past few weeks that made me hypersensitive to the fact that I am truly blessed to have the life that I do. Being able to spend the day with my husband and our families made my heart swell.

*My mother doesn’t have the steadiest of hands while taking photos…

After our families left, Cory and I actually fell asleep watching the Master’s. Nevermind the fact that I fall asleep every time golf is on TV, but I was exhausted from the day! We only got up to eat and ended up going to bed quite early. It was perfect!

I hope you had a wonderful Easter, Passover, or spring-y Sunday! Whatever you were doing, I hope it was time well spent ;)

Let’s chat – Do you celebrate Easter or Passover? What did you do? If not – what was the best part of your Sunday?

 

The Running Nazi

Tomorrow is the Monument Avenue 10K!

It’s a huge race here in Richmond, and I’m so excited I’m able to run it again this year (last year I had a Saturday class.)

Monument 10K 2010

I’d be lying if I told you that I’ve trained for this race. Quite the contrary, actually. The longest run I’ve done in preparation for this race is 4 miles. Once. On a treadmill. 

I’m nervous because Cory is a faster runner than I am, and even when I’ve trained for a race, it’s uncomfortable to keep up with him. I also lovingly refer to him as the Running Nazi, because if I want to stick with him, there is NO WALKING ALLOWED DURING A RACE!

#PROOF

If you’re going to be at the 10K, let me know! I’ll keep an eye out for you – and you do the same! :)

Let’s chat – What are your weekend plans? Racing, relaxing, and everything in between!

Be Still, My Heart: A Day of Firsts

I had a “first” yesterday and I’m pretty excited about it.

I joined a gym.

As in, a gym that’s not located in my apartment complex.

As in, a gym that has more than three treadmills.

As in, a gym that offers tons of amazing group classes!!

I’ve miss group fitness classes so bad it hurts. Spin. Body Pump. Bootcamp.

Be still, my heart.

Although I did run a fast 4 miles at the gym and felt great afterwards, I have to admit that my day was pretty uneventful. I was looking for any reason to be outside, so I took Campbell on walk. Coming home, I was startled by what I thought was a dead animal on the side of the road.

Well that’s a first. Someone’s hair piece in the road. Welcome to Richmond.

Then it was time to tackle the pantry. I bow to you if your pantry is meticulously organized. I had shit falling on my head, flour spilling all over the place, and cereal boxes taking up too much room.

 At that point, I decided that progress had been made for the day because everything had been taken out of the bags.

Now I just have to figure out the best arrangement so when I take out my oatmeal I don’t  cause a food avalanche…

Let’s chat – Do you think belonging to a gym is a waste of money? I never joined a gym because I thought it was a selfish way to spend money – but now that I don’t have another option, I know it’s anything but selfish. 

 

DOHmestic: I’m Getting the Hang of This

Last night I had what felt like a million things going on at once – in a really tight space. I was baking cupcakes, putting away clean dishes, and taking care of laundry.

Okay, not a million things, but you catch my drift.

After I successfully iced my cupcakes, cleaned up the kitchen and folded all the laundry without one tear shed or obscenity yelled, I couldn’t help but have an ‘aha!’ moment. Like, holy shit – I’m kind of getting the hang of things. 

After we got married and I did our laundry for the first time, I cried when I tried to fold Cory’s undershirts. I had never tried to fold anything so big.

I tried so hard to make them neat and tidy like my little shirts, but it was messy. I calculated how expensive it would be to buy new undershirts every week and just adopt a disposable system – but unless I wanted to pick up a second job, that wasn’t happening.

And the first time I tried to bake cookies in college, they were cookies from a bag. You know, you have to add an egg, roll them into balls and put them in the oven. The cookie bag read Ready in 20 minutes! Perfect.

I didn’t realize that 20 minutes included prep time. Let’s just say, I wept over black rocks that were meant to be chocolate chip cookies.

What I’m trying to say is, last night I stopped for a minute to cut myself some slack and realized that I’m not half bad. And that’s a good thing to feel sometimes! You should try it, too!

Let’s chat – What’s something you’ve gotten better at that seemed “hopeless” at first glance? 

Making Moves! Literally.

Man, I have A LOT of catching up to do with you all!  In the last few weeks, Cory and I have been through what I coined as an “running an emotional marathon.”

Sometimes, you look for opportunities in life – and sometimes opportunities come looking for you. Three weeks ago, a gentleman that Cory met two years ago through his MBA program’s board of advisors called Cory out of the blue and offered him a job.

A great job.

A great job that he didn’t even know existed.

We were both left pretty shocked and blind sided. We’re comfortable and happy with what we’ve got goin’ on. We weren’t looking for change, so when this (really good, really exciting) opportunity knocked on our door, we didn’t know what to do.

We weighed the options for days. Nothing else consumed our minds or conversations. Cory went through several important business dinners and calls while I impatiently waited for his report back. We contemplated my schooling, The Life Plan (Yes, we have one. Get over it), his job, and so much more.

After much back and forth, weighing the options and realizing that there really isn’t any reason NOT to take the job  - we decided to go for it!

In three weeks, we’ll be moving to Richmond, Virginia to start a new chapter of our lives! We’re so excited for this opportunity and I could not be any more proud of Cory. Talk about making a good first impression!

I’ll be commuting to school for the remainder of the semester, which is no big deal at all. Then, come the end of April I’ll start looking for a j-o-b the keep me busy (and my wallet full) before my internship starts in September.

To say I’m nervous about the move and starting our lives somewhere new is an understatement. I’m devastated about leaving my parents and our good friend here. On the other side of the coin, I’m beside myself with excitement. Mainly because these two mugs will be within minutes of our new abode :)

Knowing that they’ll be close enough to have weekly dinners, random shopping dates, sleepovers when Cory travels, and serve as helpful guides when I call them crying because I’m lost in the bowels of Richmond makes me so happy.

So there you have it, friends! My first real-life move is around the corner!

Let’s chat – To copy Kailey’s brilliant idea, I’d love to know where in the world YOU’RE reading from today! Come on all you quiet readers, I want to hear from you, too! :)

Dating: It’s Hard. Sort Of.

Yesterday I had more than one conversation about how dating is hard work. It was funny because now that I’m an old married hag, people rarely ask me about dating since I’ve been “off the market” for quite some time.

Oh, but like an elephant, I never forget – and here’s what I remember working quite well.

When you meet a guy you’re interested in, go for it! Ladies, we can vote and wear pants – stop acting like you need to wait around in your petticoat for your suitor to come to your front door.

I asked Cory for his number, and I asked him to hang out for the first time (as seen here.)

What a tangled web we weave, when we first deceive is a saying I never fully appreciated until I tried to impress Cory when I told him, Oh yeah – I love watching football! That was a bold-faced lie I told to a guy I wanted to date, and it put me in a really awkward position the following Sunday when he invited me to watch the game.

I had no idea what was going on – when to cheer or when to “COMEON, REF!” I actually had to hide in the bathroom and call the biggest football fan I know for some guidance: my mother.

Over 5 years later, Cory still jokes about being terribly disappointed with the real Colleen ;)

Giants/Skins game September 11, 2011 (aka forever making up for my white lie)

Letting go of the cool factor also helps a great deal. Personally, I don’t like to learn new things in front of people – it’s my neurotic side that prefers to appear in the know at all times. But it’s different with Cory; I’ve  learned to take my guard down and allow him to teach me things – even if I look like an idiot in the process.

Don’t ditch your friends. It’s so easy to create your own little world with your main squeeze. Been there, done that – and it’s difficult to remedy. It’s important to keep friends in your lives because it helps keep your relationship healthy and balanced.

Clearly there are more serious factors that help make dating less stressful, but I think these are easy things to keep in mind :)

Love each other, my friends!

Let’s chat – Share your best dating tips!

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