Do you think my ears are wiggling enough?

I have been in love with Nashville’s Phindy Studios ever since I saw them on Ashley’s Bride Guide a while ago. Seriously, go check out the interview on ABG here.

Finished reading? Does their adorableness not just ooze through? It’s hard to ooze adorableness. Trust me. I do it daily. It’s tough.

I know you didn’t read it. So here’s a segment of the interview where Ashley asks what their fave pics are:

Mindy: Right now, it is a photo from our latest bridal portrait session. It is one Phil took up close of Amanda and her veil and it shows her nose ring. I love it when brides have unique style.

Phil: My favorite photos seem to always be ones Mindy shot. Favorites constantly change and are usually just from the last session we have done, which happens to be the same bridal session Mindy is talking about. My favorite right now is this bouquet shot with great sun flare. I loved it so much we just ordered a huge canvas for our home studio.

Mindy: Don’t you love how we both copped out and didn’t choose our own images??

Adorable.

And I don’t know if you caught it, but they are Phindy Studios because he’s Phil and she’s Mindy. That makes Phindy. Swoon.

I continued to follow their blog and eventually I couldn’t contain the love any more. I asked them to do an e-mail interview about their relationship for Nashville Marriage Studio. In my world there isn’t a better sign of a great relationship than two people doing something they love for a living. Their interview was lovely and I think they are a wonderful example of a great duo.

Well, their awesomeness didn’t end there. A few weeks ago they tweeted me asking if I would like some headshots.

WOULD I LIKE HEADSHOTS?

Um, yes, please!

Well, when I said yes I did it believing that it was “just” a couple of pictures. I have taken pictures my entire life.

One of my earliest photo shoots.

This would be cake. Right?

Maybe it would’ve been cake if I hadn’t decided to watch an entire weekend’s worth of America’s Next Top Model. All of a sudden I became very aware of the fact that taking pictures is an art form. A very difficult art form that only the skinniest of us will ever perfect.

In one episode Tyra shared that her modeling secret was “wiggling her ears”, and the contestant needed to learn how to do it OR SHE WOULD PERISH.

I’m sure you’re trying to wiggle your ears right now because how could you help yourself? I just told you that it’s the secret to supermodel-dom. You have to try.

But try all you want. IT’S IMPOSSIBLE. Only Tyra and my husband can do it.

My heart was immediately gripped with fear. My pictures would surely be horrible all because my stupid ears wouldn’t work. Damn.

Well, I met with Phil and Mindy today for The Shoot. I was beyond nervous. You know that test I’m taking on Friday? Yeah, I would have rather gone ahead and done that right then and there than have my picture taken. The thought of having my picture taken was agony. And I’m a drama queen.

Well, they were super adorable. And so nice about everything. Even my over the top nervousness.

And Mindy? Mindy is SO pretty. I mean, I knew she was pretty because I have seen her picture, but I figured, “Dude, they’re photographers. They have magic in their cameras or something. She has to look normal in real life”. And she does look normal FOR ANGELINA JOLIE. Not only that, but she was genuinely sweet. That’s a rare combo.

And Phil? Oh, I felt bad for Phil because he took the pictures and had to deal with… me.

At one point he starts looking through some of the shots and says, “These are pretty good,” and I say “Yeah… I was wiggling my ears.”

Apparently Tyra’s ear-wiggling trick isn’t common knowledge because first Phil gave me a “WTF” look and then asked, “WTF?”

Just kidding. He didn’t say “WTF”.

But he did ask, “What does that mean?”

Oh, it just means I take reality tv way too seriously.

The whole headshot thing turned into a great experience that I really enjoyed. And I found out that my gut about these two was so right on. Their skill is as much their ability to make you feel comfortable as it is their technical expertise.

Also if there is anyone out there reading my blog that might be getting married soon you know who you are Greg and Hanihe and needs a photographer I’d highly recommend checking them out.

But I don’t WANNA go to the #GoalMeetUp…

I think we all know how my goals turned out. Ugh.

So now it’s on to October. It’s a clean slate. My sins from September are dead and buried. Moving on…

Goal #1 – Get the Blogger Dance Party up with Monica. I am serious about this. I’m thinking all of us shooting some video dancing to a song (Monica suggested “Dancing Queen” or “Vogue” which I think either would be fabulous) and then you’d send them to me and I’d make Mark put them together in a “blogging dance party” kind of way. And you don’t have to be a blogger (hi, Veda) to play. Who’s in?

Goal #2 – Love my body in at least one way every day. Last weekend I decided that I was done with hateful, negative thoughts towards my body. So I took a magic marker and started writing on all the body parts that I typically ridicule. I wrote “Love” on my stomach. “Healthy” and “Beauty” on my thighs. And if you were at the Pampered Chef party you may have noticed some of the “love” ink bled through my shirt because I (stupidly) used my Downy Ironing Sauce before I headed out the door. Oops. Anyways, I wrote these words on my body and do you know my mind started changing immediately. All of a sudden I wanted to pamper my body with bananas for breakfast instead of a french toast sticks from Sonic. And I even worked out some because I thought this wonderful body of mind deserved it. I think changing my frame of mind is really going to help with that whole “workout” and “drive past NOT thru McD’s” goal.

Goal #3 – Decorate/clean our dining room area. Right now it’s half office/half storage space/half complete and utter eyesore. I would post a picture, but that’s just embarrassing.

Goal #4 – Pass my MFT exam. Because I have to. And I’ve spent way more money on this test than I’d ever care to admit. And if I don’t pass I’ll have to spend that money again. And if I have to spend that money again Mark will probably cry himself to sleep for a month.

Goal #5 – Why do I want a goal #5 so bad? BECAUSE I HATE EVEN NUMBERS. I don’t even want to put this out there, but I’m going to because I read The Alchemist and The Universe responds to bravery. (it took 10  minutes of staring at the screen to write this goal…) Couples for Bound Together. I need to quit being a wimp. That is all.

Oh, and I want to make out with Mark more. It’s true, but I mostly shared it because I wanted to throw some pizazz in this post. It needed it. (And seriously, committed relationship folks make October Make Out Month!)

Genetic Experts wanted. We’ve got plans.

We were watching a commercial the other day which featured this dairy addicted elephant. Have you seen it? The kid drops some milk on the floor and an elephant comes charging to lap it up.

Hilarious.

It’s a commercial for paper towels, however, it’s not a great commercial because I have no clue what paper towel I should buy to keep the elephant in business.

At the end of the commercial a little cartoon elephant comes trotting out.

I lost it.

Me: Oh my GOODNESS! That elephant is so cute! I LOVE ELEPHANTS!

Mark: Elephants are pretty cute.

Me: Yeah, especially that little cartoon elephant. Oh, I want one SO BAD!

Mark: A mini elephant, huh? I bet someone would make a lot of money if they could make a mini elephant. People would eat that stuff up.

Me: Me! Me! I’d eat it up! AND you could save the environment by riding your elephant to work! This is SUCH an awesome idea.

At this point Mark looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Like what I just said in the middle of a conversation about shrinking elephants was just flat out odd.

Mark: What are you talking about? The mini elephants would be too small to ride. Duh.

Oh, sorry, didn’t realize there were rules about mini elephants. My bad.

Me: Oh. So you’re talking MINI mini elephants. Like the size of Nala.

Mark: Exactly.

Me: Brilliant.

We’re serious about this guys. So if anyone is a genetic manipulator expert in their spare time give me a shout. We’ve got a prototype…

Nala the Elephant

Proof that Ryan Stephens is right

So I am not allowed to have crushes on guys anymore because I’m old. And married. And not as cute.

Well, still CUTE just not AS cute.

In my opinion, though, I’m still allowed to appreciate, not crush, but appreciate guys from a far. (Mark can also appreciate any guys he would like to near or far. He will have to wait, however, until he is dead to appreciate any gals.)

I really don’t appreciate that many guys, but when I’m on The Internet? Oh dear. Watch out. If you’re a blogging dude I probably have some level of crush, I mean, appreciation for you.

And Ryan Stephens happens to be one of the dudes I appreciate on The Internet. And I’m going to go ahead and cry out “She likes him, too!” and point at Elisa from Ophelia’s Webb (which you should check out her new website, it’s great!). Because I’m apparently still 9 years old.

So when I heard that Ryan was guest  blogging for Jenny Blake at Life After College on the topic of dating, I needed to know what he had to say. Because let’s be for real. He’s a dude and rarely are dudes very good about giving dating advice. Also, he admitted on Twitter that he had two former flames proofread his theory, so I knew this had to be good if they gave him the ok.

And, Dude, I read it, and wouldn’t you know HE IS RIGHT ON.

Go read his theory because it’s worth it, but the long and the short of it is to get into the mindset of “I’ve got a man/woman at home that is the best in the world” because there is something about being in a great relationship that allows you to be a more honest, authentic, real version of yourself.

I have tons of counselor reasons that I think this works, but counselor reasons are boring. Stories, however, are fun. And hilarious…

I was with The Guy I Used to Date from age 16 to 22. That’s a long dang time.

 My sophomore year of college I decided that I wanted to break up for a while to stretch my dating wings and see what was out there. We made some rules about the break up and I ended up breaking the rules which turned into breaking The Guy I Used to Date’s heart. So “breaking up for a while” turned into “Quit calling me”. His words not mine.

I was 19 and BEYOND devastated. I lost 20 pounds, quit going to class, and felt absolutely miserable. You would naturally think that this was because I loved him so much that my world stopped without him. That’s kind of true. But not completely. A lot of what I honestly loved was that I had control. I got to dictate the terms of my relationship with The Guy I Used to Date because I had the power in the relationship.

When I screwed up and broke “the rules” I basically put The Power in a gift bag and handed it to The Guy I Used to Date. This is a horrible thing to say, but I wanted that power back and I wanted it back badly.

So I did what any of you would do.

I made up a boyfriend.

His name was Adam and we met in a history class or something. Adam was great. Tall and athletic with shaggy blonde hair. We spent lots of time studying together and occasionally playing basketball (which really should have been the clue that this dude was imaginary because I cry when I can’t find the remote control much less actually enjoying running around a basketball court for no reason). We even went on a skateboarding trip to Kentucky, People (skateboarding? I WISH I was making that up). Adam was everything I ever wanted in a man and more, and I let The Guy I Used to Date know this. Regularly.

By making up Adam I quickly regained the power in the relationship. The Guy I Used to Date came back and we went back to being the adorable high school/college sweethearts we were meant to be.

Here’s the thing. Before I made Adam up I was a mess. I was calling The Guy I Used to Date all the time and begging for him to try and work things out. I was leaving AIM away messages up with sad faces and quotes about how much it hurts to be in love.

Once Adam came into my life I was forced to chill out. I couldn’t call The Guy I Used to Date all the time anymore. I was supposed to be on dates with Adam! I couldn’t sound sad and whiney because when you’re with a guy like Adam the LAST thing you are is sad and whiney.

Having Adam in my life gave me confidence and that confidence allowed for my “true” self to shine through. That’s a hard sentence to write considering this is a post about MAKING UP FAKE BOYFRIENDS, but I hope you get what I’m saying. I started acting like a normal person and The Guy I Used to Date just couldn’t resist.

If I had not told The Guy I Used to Date about Adam I would have been working Ryan Stephens’ plan to a tee. But I did tell him about Adam because I wanted the added motivation of jealousy on my side. And Mark thinks he has his hands full with me now, could you imagine if he had known me when…

Anyways, I’m giving my relationship counseling stamp of approval for Ryan’s theory and fully condone playing mind games ON YOURSELF. However, I do not recommend making up relationships in order to feed one’s insatiable hunger for power and control over another person.

*As if this story couldn’t get any worse. A year or so after The Guy I Used to Date and I got back together I decided to come clean about the whole “fake boyfriend” thing. When I told him I “had something to tell him” about Adam he started panicking. Was Adam back? Did you go farther with him than originally confessed? Did I want to break up and be with Adam again? No, none of that, dear one, he just wasn’t real. You’re dating a loon. That’s all!

**Oh, and before I get comments about what a horrible person I was/am and how I have no right to be a counselor… I WAS NINETEEN YEARS OLD! We were all stupid when we were 19. I just have a better imagination than most people.

Bathroom luxury is stupid

Mark: Man, this toilet paper is awesome!

Me: You like it? I don’t like it.

Mark: Really? It’s way better than that recycled stuff we were using before.

Me: This new toilet paper is too… nice.

Mark: And that’s a problem because…

Me: Because you shouldn’t think “Wow, this is really nice stuff” while you’re wiping. You should think “Man, this stuff sucks. I can’t wait to flush it down the toilet”.

Mark: You are so weird.

But seriously. Why would you want to like your toilet paper when it’s just going to down the toilet? Why get attached? I mean, first you’re admiring its awesomeness and then you’re doing the most degrading thing you can do to any object. It’s just wrong on so many levels.

*I will be starting a toilet paper company soon where our tagline will be, “So terrible I can’t wait to flush!”  Be on the lookout, Alice.

Telling you how much I suck hurts me more than it hurts you

Most of the time I love goals. They’re like dreams just waiting to come true.

Some times, though, I hate goals. Especially when I have to own up to them…

It’s halfway through September and it’s time to see how we’re doing on our September goals.

Goal #1 – Fill up the Bound Together Workshop
My mom loves to pray. It’s her favorite activity in the entire world. So before I even joined the September Goal Meet-up I had my mom praying for these workshops. Her prayers, however, came with a stipulation.

“Don’t speak badly about what is being prayed for. You cannot pray for something and then talk about how it can’t or won’t happen. Prayer doesn’t work that way. Joyce Meyer said.”

So that is all I’m going to say about that.

Goal #2 – Make dinner once a week. Without a drive thru.
This has been easy because I started the Abs Diet (the only diet I’ve ever had any success with) last week and there aren’t many options available at the drive thru. Even better is that my wonderful mother-in-law got us a subscription to Cooking Light and September had TONS of great recipes. So I’m doing surprisingly well with this one. Mark isn’t the biggest fan (and even SAW I MADE DINNER and asked for Taco Bell, instead. I KNOW!), but he’ll survive.

Goal #3 – Workout for 25 minutes.
Excuses beginning in 3…2…

Here’s the thing. The underlying goal was to lose weight. The Abs Diet is doing that for me. I can already tell that it’s working because the muffin top that sometimes forms when I wear a certain pair of pj boxers is shrinking. Shrinking AS IF I were doing 25 minutes of jumping jacks every day. Even though I’m not. I should be. But I’m not.

Quit being so judgmental.

Goal #4 – Read through Ephesians.

Wow. I am obviously NOT a champ when it comes to goals. The closest I’ve gotten to reading Ephesians is this tweet.

And I just want everyone to know that that little admission (not reading the Bible regularly) just lost me my seat at Thanksgiving dinner. Thanks.

And I’m making a Goal #5 which is “Comment on more blogs”. I put you people in my Google Reader and I laugh, cry, think about what you write, but I never come over to your place to comment. To interact. This is bad. I must stop.

Right now, I’m thinking “Why share your horrible goal meeting abilities with the world? Hide, Woman, hide!” but I’m going to share. I have 2 weeks to do better, and dangit, I’m going to use public humiliation to fuel that fire!

They should put a statue of me on top of the Capitol

If you read the comments of the last post you’d know that all that Yellow Tape commotion was because someone drove into the side of a building. Crazy, right?

Crazy and insightful. Because now that I know DC’s stress levels were off the charts I can MAYBE be a little more understanding as to why an EMPTY water bottle taken in to the Capitol Building’s Visitor Center would be such a serious matter…

The Day Marie Stood Up to the Government

“What’s that a statue of?” Michelle asked, pointing to the dome thing on the Capitol Building.

“I don’t know, but I bet it’s some Roman goddess watching over our Christian nation,” I said (and silently added, “And I bet Obama put it there”… can I get an ‘Amen’, Glenn?).

“Well, we’ll find out once we get inside, but we have to hurry. It’s already 9, and I’m not complaining, but our schedule DID say we’d be here at 8:30… not mad. Just saying.” That’s Shelly, and she had a schedule.

We walked past the Capitol building and talked about how if we lived here we’d be runners, because hello, this place is amazing! Who gets to take their morning jog past our country’s most amazing buildings? And we’d always take lunch on the steps of the Supreme Court building. And we’d ride the Metro alone. And not be scared.

Before we knew it we were at the entrance of the Capitol Building’s Visitor Center ready to take in our great country’s history in all her glory. And find out what that statue was sitting at the top of the dome thing.

But first we had to get in.

“Ladies, no food or drink is allowed inside,” said the security guard with a very mean mug. He was serious.

Shelly and I let him no that we did NOT have any food and drink and were ready to proceed, Sir, yes, Sir.

But Michelle. No, Michelle had to go and start trouble.

“I have this water bottle. This EMPTY water bottle.”

Oh, an EMPTY water bottle. That’s not food or drink. She wasn’t going to be as much trouble as I thought! I was ready to get to touring…

“Ma’am, you can NOT bring that inside,” said the mean-mugging security guard in a not nice way.

*Gasp*

He told us ‘no’.

Did he not know that Michelle was the Valedictorian of Antioch High School’s Class of 2001? That Shelly was voted “Most Dependable”? That I refer to myself as a Carebear on my blog? Did he realize that he was being mean to THE GOOD KIDS?

More than that, this was not just a regular water bottle. It was a nice don’t-throw-away kind. Has the man never heard of being GREEN, dangit! AND IT WAS EMPTY.

Evidence A

“But, sir,” Michelle said very politely, “it’s empty.”

“I see that. And you can put it in one of those two receptacles.”

Receptacle. Also known as big word for TRASH CAN.

He wanted her to throw away her nice EMPTY water bottle. We couldn’t do this. We’d have to change our sight-seeing plans.

So we stepped aside.

If I were talking to you in person this is the point in the story where I would start showing you how far away we were from the security guards at this point. I’d say, “See that chair? The guards were there, and we were standing by that desk. That’s right. We were, like, 5 feet, no, 4 feet away from the guards when they…”

When they START MAKING FUN OF US!

The security guards at the Capitol Building Visitor Center become a freakin’ comedy duo…

Mean-mugging guard:  (in a girly voice) But it’s EMPTY. (in his normal voice) I see that. So?

Other guard: Ha, ha, ha! Yeah! Who cares!

Mean-mugging guard:  I’m not blind, right? Man, people sure are…

Ok, I’m not going to say that he called us stupid, but I’m pretty sure that’s the point he was trying to make. It is at this point that I get mad. This mean guard has made a Carebear mad. I know, right?! You know the disgust you felt last night when Kanye was mean to the most famous Carebear in the world? Yeah, that’s the disgust you should have towards the mean security guards.

Because we GET rules. This particular group GETS rules better than most of America, in fact. AND we were not fighting that hard to get our empty water bottles in. We were simply disappointed because we didn’t want to throw the bottle away.

And then he made fun of us. With us standing THREE FEET AWAY. I’m probably the biggest proponent for making fun of people, but, please, have a little respect! At least wait until I can’t hear you!

So we walk all the way back to the sidewalk with Shelly and Michelle trying to rearrange our day.

“I’m mad. So mad. I want their… names. I want to turn their names in… to my Senator.”

Remember when you were in elementary school and the teacher would leave the room and she’d pick the most obedient student in the class to “take names” while she was gone? Well, I was almost always the most obedient student, but I was never picked because every teacher knew that Marie would never take a name. I was too nice and too afraid. What if people didn’t like me after I took their name? I always wanted to be a ballsy and brazen name-taker, but that was not my calling in life…

But that sunny Friday morning everything changed. I was going to take names… for my country.

I marched down to where the security guards stood.

“Excuse me,” I said assertively, “can I get your names?”

“Officer Can of Soup.”

“Officer Little Dude.”

Officer?

Then my eyes found this…

I started silently cussing up a storm.

Police? Capitol (bleep) police? I thought you dudes were SECURITY GUARDS! Not (bleep) policemen! Policemen can shoot me! (Bleep)! Or arrest me! (Bleep) Mark is going to have to (bleep) come get me out of (bleep) jail! In (bleep) D.C.! BLEEP!

There was no turning back now.

“Well, Officer Sirs, I just want you to know that, well, the way you treated my friends and I was, um, really… mean.”

That’s right. I called the Officers mean. To their face.

Don’t mess with us.

Oh and the statue at the top stands for Freedom. Which I fight for.

*I didn’t want to make fun of the Capitol Police (can you bleeping believe that? POLICE!) on the anniversary of 9/11. Sorry for the delay.

And the Officers were super nice after I explained that I felt it was rude of them to make fun of us while we were there. They told Michelle to just hide her water bottle under the lining of the TRASH receptacle. This was great. But when we got done with the tour, someone went ahead and had thrown her bottle in the regular trash. Many signs point to Officer Can of Soup.

Sigh.

The fight for freedom is a long and hard one.

Yellow Caution Tape: A true story

Shelly, one of my best friends from high school, planned our DC trip pretty much all by herself (well, except for getting Michelle there). She found the hotel, the plane tickets, and figured out where we would go. My only contribution was letting her know that the Constitution lived in the National Archives, not the Library of Congress, and that I wanted to see it.

One of her best trip planning moves was signing us up for an evening tour. It was a great way to become acquainted with the city and get an idea of what we’d want to see more of and what not.

In the middle of the tour the trolley driver has to start improvising because there are all these police and firetrucks and  other vehicles with lights that are crawling all over the place.

A scandal has surely broken out in DC.

The trolley driver thought it was possibly the President.

THE President.

The President was possibly sharing the road with little old me? He might have been the reason that I would be late getting to the Jefferson memorial?

This trip is SO COOL.

And then the trolley driver said no, it wasn’t the Prez.

Before I could be disappointed, me and all my tour members on the left side of the trolley saw it. Yellow crime scene tape wrapped around some trees.

I KNOW!

We were obviously going to witness one of the biggest, most historical events in American history! Yellow caution tape! In DC! I think Vanessa Hudgens should so play me in the movie that will most certainly be made about this event…

But first the left hand side of the trolley needed to find out what the heck was going on.

The older lady behind me was on the phone faster than I could say “drama queen”.

Older lady: Hey, what are you doing?

Person on the phone: Nothing. What about you?

Older lady: I’m in DC. And there’s yellow caution tape around a tree. Is there anything on the news?

Person on the phone: Yellow caution tape? Around a tree? Why would that be on the news?

Older lady: Turn on CNN. Let me know what you find out. I’ll keep you updated on this end. (click)
This lady was on top of her game. I needed to contact my sources, too. I hopped on my text messaging device to get in touch with Mark…

My text: Are you watching tv? What’s going on in DC? There are lights and sirens everywhere. Let me know when you find out.

Mark’s text: No, I’m at church right now. Remember the president lives near by and they come and go with a full entourage.

Thanks a lot, Sherlock.

We never found out what was going on. But it didn’t matter because yellow caution tape was nothing compared to Marie standing up to the US Government…

*I don’t REALLY know what the “Person on the Phone” person said, but I think we can all imagine how silly the Older Lady and I sounded.

If the Old Dude from the Airport had a Blog…

Pseudo-guest post from Old Dude at the Airport. He looks like this.

***
Dude. I hate my job. I stand ALL DAY and my only purpose in life is to make sure people don’t mistake the line to the woman’s restroom for the security checkpoint line. Not only that, but my little red vest makes me look like Winnie the Pooh. NOT cool.

The worst part, however, are the idiots I have to deal with daily. Ughhh.

Let’s take last Thursday as an example. I’m standing there, making sure everyone finds their way to the security checkpoint, when this kid comes bouncing towards me. She’s cute in a “Care Bear on Speed” kind of way. I’m thinking, yeah, she’s happy, I like helping happy people, this will be a breeze…

Famous last words.

Care Bear on Speed: Hello!

Me: Hi.

Care Bear on Speed: I have a question…

Me: …

Care Bear on Speed: …

Me: Ok…

Care Bear on Speed: Is this my boarding pass?

She asks this as she shows me a piece of paper THAT HAS THE WORDS BOARDING PASS WRITTEN ACROSS THE TOP.

We’re now going to refer to her as Care Bear WITHOUT A BRAIN.

Me: ….

Care Bear WITHOUT A BRAIN: (smiling and SERIOUSLY waiting for an answer)

Oh, dear God.

Me: Yes. (pointing to the words BOARDING PASS)

Care Bear WITHOUT A BRAIN: (eyes light up like she discovered fire… or Cheetos) Thank you so much!

My. job. sucks.

*In case it isn’t obvious, I’m the Care Bear WITHOUT A BRAIN, this IS a true story, and how the story of our trip to DC begins…

September Monthly Goal Meet-up

As I was packing for a trip to DC with my girlfriends I get a message from the lovely Rebecca from Modite…

I wanted to introduce you to my new blog project, a Monthly Goal Meet-Up. So each month, we’ll check in with our goals from the previous month and our plans for the new month. I’ll also feature a photo and accomplishment from previous participants to accompany each meet-up. I hope it will involve all of you! – http://bit.ly/CTrQO

Of course I am in. I have a faded list of goals taped to the dashboard of my car as a constant reminder of what I’m going after. I heart goals.

But first I had to go to DC. And I don’t work while I’m playing so I put this blog on hold.

I’m back now, though. And I’m ready to join this super cool “movement” (and all you other blogger friends of mine should join, too!)

September Goals…

• For all 10 spots to be filled in the next Bound Together workshop.
• Make dinner once a week. Without a drive thru.
• Workout each morning and do the 25 minute Shred. Twenty. Five. Minutes. I can freakin’ do that.
• Read through Ephesians this month.

I really want to make this list go to 5. But I can’t. I’d rather be realistic than be well-rounded numerically.

Ok. Now I’m off to check out the other bloggers who are goaling with me!

Stories from DC will begin tomorrow…