I didn't plan on posting yesterday. But the publisher sent an email about my review for The Weight of Feathers since it went on sale yesterday. So I wrote a review quickly (yet thoughtfully)...at work. #employeeoftheyear
It must be my lucky year. I won a giveaway on Shaeffer's blog for a $100 gift card to Joe Fresh a few months ago, when this blog was just an infant (okay, it totally still is). A few weeks ago I won a book giveaway on Sara's blog. And then on Monday I got an email from Goodreads that I won a book giveaway I had entered for The Secrets of Midwives. #ithinkit'stimetoplaythelottery
So it's Sunday night and Michael is watching the Cowboys/Giants game (because he's a dude and it's football, not because he cares about either of those teams). I was reading, looking up grudgingly every time he said, "You have to watch this!" even though I knew whatever he wanted me to see I wouldn't care about. It's about to be over, and he mentions that now they can only throw backwards. I look up from my book and say, "Why would they have to throw backwards?! It's not rugby!" like I know everything about football and he's wrong. He was laughing at me for at least an hour after explaining to me that the ball can only be thrown forward once per play. I honestly had no idea. #whataresports?
Hot yoga seriously chewed me up and spit me out. It's one of those things that I love and hate. Apparently I'm a masochist because the pain and suffering that hot yoga brings me is the reason I love it because I can tell I'm getting a workout. However, it's also the reason I hate it. On Monday, I was insanely sore...my legs, hips, butt, abs, arms...everywhere. Towards the end of class when we were stretching out, we had to cross our legs and put one foot on top of the other thigh--seriously, I'm not a yogi, the only poses I know by name are child's pose (the best pose) and downward dog (the spawn of the devil)--and I was so drenched in sweat that my foot kept slipping off. I kept looking around and it seemed no one was having the same problem. How do they do it?! #yoganewbie #somuchsweat
Michael and I went to the UPS Store on Saturday to get our marriage application notarized. We mailed it in this week! #we'rereallydoingit! #DulkaWedding (<--- this will be our official wedding hashtag, so if you want to stalk us on the big day, you can search this on social media to see if anyone has posted anything ;))
Something else Michael and I did a few weeks ago was open a joint checking account. Michael said that that felt even more adult than getting married. I kind of have to agree. I feel like a grownup. #iamsoNOTagrownup
My hair trial and my final dress fitting are TOMORROW! I took the whole day off...even though my hair appointment isn't until one. #gottagetmybeautysleep
Speaking of hair, I am SO sick of mine! I go through cycles. I get super sick of my hair long, and I chop it off to about shoulder length. Then I grow it out again. I last chopped my hair in August of 2013. After that, I decided I'd grow my hair for the wedding. Well, I am sick of my nasty gross ends and I now have a major desire to chop off my hair. Seriously, most days lately I'm sporting my hair in a super high bun (that looks awful because I'm horrible at buns) just so I don't have to deal with the mess that is my hair. When I get it chopped I'm also going to get it colored professionally for the first time ever because I want a major change! #splitendsfordays