Happy Monday everyone! I hope you haven’t been pranked by anyone yet. I sure had a lovely greeting when I went to my car at 5:20 this morning. An unlocked, partially open door. There’s a quarter thief out there, because that’s all he decided to steal. Apparently he didn’t want to take my Gap sunglasses, iPhone phone cord, new tennis racket, Nike Airs, Converse, or economy sized jug of laundry detergent that were in my trunk.
Smarty pants didn’t want to take anything that could be traced back to him, and I’m just thankful he didn’t damage my car and that he left me 1 quarter so I can still get a gumball from the machine. Victory for me, sucker!
Aside from that, I was able to get in a great run this morning, given the fact that it’s the day after the biggest candy feast of the year. I’ll get to my Easter post later tonight, but for now, I want to recap my Saturday night, and also welcome new faces to my blog.
My little co-founding friend, Janine, over at The Purple Giraffe, is currently soaking up sun on the Virgin Islands right now, and she gave me a little love on her blog. So if Janine brought you to me, helllllo, and I hope I am as funny and motivational as she makes me out to be. Janine was spot on when she said I’m obsessed with running and peanut butter. Another fact is that I also post pictures of all of the famous men I’m currently drooling over. Somehow, someway I manage to work those pictures into my posts and make them relatable. What can I say, I have a gift.
Like, for instance. This morning after my 4.3 mile run, I completed Day 6 of Jillian’s 30 Day Shred. I always take a picture of my calorie burn and total time after my morning workout so that I remember to input it into my Spark People account when I get to work. I do my workout via my laptop, and when I minimized my programs this morning, I was left with a pretty hunky man on my wallpaper.
Being single means I can put 90% nearly naked men on my desktop and not some gushy picture of me and the current SOB I rope in. Janine mentioned I have funny first date stories. They’re more like awkward moments that turn into funny stories. Girl just put pressure on me to go on more dates, and that’s actually one of the last things I want to do right now. I guess I could accept a few dates for blog material, right? Free dinner and beers too, which will come in handy since I no longer can mooch off of free rent at my parents. Adulthood, woof.
I’m trying to rack my brain for funny date stories. I guess the only one I can remember is that time Mark got so drunk while having a bromance with Jenny’s ex-boyfriend, that he proceeded to fall asleep very awkwardly. We then proceeded to break up several days later, but it got even more complicated when we sort of dated but as friends. What? I was confused too, because it kept happening. He met Lindsay and it was all rainbows and sunshine. And then we hated each other. And now I don’t even have a friend to go on dates with. If there’s a sexy man near me working out, I will work my best assets and alter my workout for him. So, blog homework for tonight includes securing a date with a guy who could be potentially awkward.
Saturday night my parents wanted to go out to eat with Ryan, Chelsey and I, so when my Mom asked about eating at The Farm, only my favorite place ever, I asked her if cows mooed. She asked if that meant yes.
I was so excited to bring them to where I’m a local.
Mark lives right across from The Farm, so we always went there for apps, dinner, and drinks. We practically lived there, and I also got Lindsay hooked as well.
We started off with the spinach and artichoke dip, which came recommended by me.
The chunks of artichoke are my favorite, and this app got a thumbs up from everyone.
After the app, our meals came out, and if you remember from one of Mark and I’s date nights here, I combined the two entrees we shared. The seasonal salad with the house steak tips.
I didn’t want the Gorgonzola dressing, so I passed on that and drizzled balsamic vinaigrette on instead. I didn’t have the biggest appetite so I wasn’t drooling over my plate, but I did really enjoy it. I stole some of my Mom’s fries, which was the highlight of my night. After dinner, we went back to the house and played board games for a little before I retreated up to my childhood bedroom. Feels so weird saying that!
Anyways, new readers, please stay, and I promise if I slack in the dating department that I’ll just create fake date stories to keep you coming back to me.