It's a nice day for a white wedding

Friends and family flew in from across nation, food was prepared, cocktails were mixed, and vows were written. It is truly an amazing and beautiful thing to see two people so perfectly made for each other make the commitment to be crazy stupid in love for the rest of their lives.

I wish I could perfectly describe the amount of joy, laughter, and love that was shared Saturday as my BMF married his sweetheart. It was a wedding like no other I had ever been to. Thrown by family and friends, small, simple, beautiful. Forty of those closest to the bride and groom gathered at sunset with their toes in the sand to be a part of a day they will forever remember. I had the honor and privilege of viewing the wedding from a different angle than other guests; as the officiant. Long before he put a ring on it, My BMF and Mrs. My BMF asked me that when the day came if I would utilize my Online Ordination I got while trying to avoid studying for a test in college at their wedding. Naturally, I happy and excitedly obliged.

It could not have been more perfect, as if mother nature knew what was happening, she provided us a beautiful sunset, a day without rain and a nice breeze to cool us off. I, as well as most of the guests, made it until Mrs. My BMF began her vows before the water works started, through her words, her smile, and her tears we all felt how true her love was and how much it meant to be able for her to marry the man from her dreams. My BMF spoke with such feeling and adoration, but did not disappoint as his vows ended with a quote from Mr. Brad Paisley. And by a quote I mean a note, as he serenaded her with "What I can't see is how I'm ever gonna love you more, but I've said that before...".

I will remember and cherish forever the day I got to pronounce them husband and wife and officially add another sister to my family. Congrats Mr. and Mrs. My BMF! All of mine.

I kissed a cat and I liked it

Let's Get Physical!

Normally on Sunday's I don't find myself opening my eyes until the crack of noon, let alone actually rendering myself vertical. However this Sunday when the clock struck 5:30am I found myself tying on my running shoes. This weekend was spent in Chicago to participate in the 2010 Chicago Muddy Buddy with The Gray Lining. This was my 2nd go at the Muddy Buddy, my first being with My BMF a year ago in Orlando. I can now say with confidence that the Muddy Buddy Chicago makes the Orlando look like a stroll on the beach.

Several months ago the Gray Lining put up a Google share calendar so we could track our training progress and I have to say I was pretty diligent about getting several miles in 3-4 times a week. I know that isn't top physical form but for a lady of leisure like myself I was as pleased as punch. Even though I was in much better shape than this time last year I don't think there is possibly a way I could have trained to run a race in the Midwest, while living in south Florida. See, in the Midwest there are these things called hills. We don't possess those. Well, let me take that back, I know of one hill. I see it when I'm driving to work everyday. So I guess the only possible way I could have prepared myself for the hell that was the Muddy Buddy Chicago was to go out to our hill and run up and down it repetitively.

The race started off well, me on the bike and The Gray Lining running. I was feeling pretty good and passing people like it was my job, confident that my mountain biking skills were far superior to those around me as I saw the rough terrain cause a couple wrecks. All in all about about a half mile into the race I thought "Two Girls One Bike" were going to make this Muddy Buddy their biotch. About a quarter mile left in my initial biking leg I came upon a mud pit, about 8 feet wide and 12 feet long. Race volunteers instructed the bikers to carry their bikes through the pit which left me about ankle deep in mud and about knee deep in water. While focusing on not falling the thought that I had to finish the remainder of the 5 miles with shoes weighed down by mud and water didn't even enter my mind. Don't worry, that thought quickly made its way into my consciousness as I dumped my bike off at the first obstacle and started on my mile run.

After that it was Bike, Run, and Bike again with a few wall climbs and army crawls tossed in between before I met up with The Gray Lining to finish out the last quarter mile of the race. What happened next is etched in my brain and as it turns out etched in my flesh. Once again the race volunteers instructed us to pick up our bicycles and to hop into what can only be described as a ditch filled with water run off from a horse/cow pasture. Imagine that lovely smell. All was well until I went from knee deep in the poo water to thigh deep in the poo water. Apparently the ditch came complete with what seemed to be underwater pot holes. With the weight of the bike on my back and no available hands to use to stop my forward momentum my shins bared the brunt of my entire weight + the weight of our 1994 10 ten speed as they smacked into the concrete edge of the underwater pot hole. Thankfully some other racer pulled the bike off me, as The Gray Lining continued for the finish. After realizing amid my screams that I was injured The Gray Lining came back to assist with the bicycle while I hobbled through the remainder of the ditch bleeding, battered, and covered in poo water.

As with any Muddy Buddy the race finished with a crawl through a mud pit and a run to the finish. It wasn't pretty and it certainly wasn't graceful, but we completed the race in 1 hour and 9 minutes. Overall, I will call it a success and only had one request for next year...that The Gray Lining and I compete on flat land next year in the Sunshine State.

Turns out he liked it....

Congrats are in order for My BMF and The Future Mrs. My BMF....they're engaged!

Little video in honor of this momentous occasion. All of mine you two.

I like to do drawrings

Woke up at around 4am like this. Confusion ensued.


And no my bed is not that big...I just said I like to do drawrings, not that I like to do drawrings well.

I should have camped more, would have been good practice...

The housing hunt is on and after a solid month of searching, even with the assistance of a realtor, I have discovered that what I am willing to pay to put a roof over my head will do ONLY that. Like with most things that cause panic attacks and adult onset acne I put this stressful problem in the back of my brain and chose to not think about it, which has been working wonderfully in decreasing the amount of aforementioned panic attacks and acne. Whats not great about this tactic, otherwise known as denial (at least according to the Kissy Faced Booty Shaker), is that I am getting down to the wire and still have no place to live upon No Longer Easy E's departure.

At this point its looking like I might be moving into a box. If you need my new address it will be P.O. Box, FL. Thats it, just PO Box, well I suppose if I move into a box next to someone else it might be PO Box on the Left, FL. Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

I did find one place that is within my price range, one problem...Its 500 sq. feet. I'm not sure how this works, 500 sq feet is tiny. Tiny like as in it has a combo sink/toilet. Assuming it has a separate bedroom as it was not listed as a studio how would one fit a queen size bed in it? I might have to downgrade to a twin bed, which is fine for me, but that isn't going to help when I have visitors over. I'll have to be like "Hey there, welcome to where the magic happens. Yeah, that's right, its a twin. Hope you like to snuggle". P I M P.

Hillbilly Bash

After a brief blogging hiatus I am back. My apologies to those who choose to avoid the actual work they are paid to do with a nice blend of facebook, my blog, and lexulous.

As promised a run down of the Redneck Games and Hillbilly Bash, otherwise known as the celebration of the third anniversary of my 26th Birthday. On this fine day I learned a few things, and I would be just as pleased as punch to share them with you.

1. Turns out when invited to a Hillbilly Bash everything you need can be picked up on your way to the party with one quick stop to Walmart. Which is phenomenal considering those I hold near and dear to my heart aren't what you call 'planners'.
2. Not even SLBDJT can make jorts look sexy.
3. Men's camouflage shorts provide ample space to store multiple Smirnoff Ice.

4. No Longer Easy E has a huge bladder...she can sit in a kiddie pool in our driveway drinkin' beers all day and never have to get up to go the bathroom.

5. My friends love me and care about my physical well-being enough to not set up a slip and slide in the backyard after I have been celebrating the demise of my youth all. damn. day.
6. SLBDJT believes it to be appropriate to not only go to the bar, but to also ride in a cab seconds after going swimming in jorts.

As a whole the day was filled with a multitude of "Icings", more than a few odd looks from the neighbors, and great times shared with great friends.

It ended just a quickly as it began and when I woke up in the afternoon I found a yard that brought me back to memories of my younger years in the midwest. I couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate the third anniversary of my 26th!