While driving to Little Caesars, I remembered from the 346 times I’ve seen that GD commericial that were is pepperoni on the pretzel crust pizza. Since Ryan has to make everything difficult by not eating pork/red meat, I had to abandon my plan.
I will call in an order soon for one without pepperoni and report back.
I use tumblr like a facebook page, and I use my facebook page as an address book. What do you guys want me to post? I have absolutely no idea why you follow me. I follow you guys because i like observing your life changes like babies, new apartments, good recipes, marriages, etc.
Anyways, over the past two weeks I have:
worked on a proposal that would have us doing work in Australia
was asked to be a bridesmaid three times (two were on the same date, but at least in the same city, so I turned my good friend down in favor of my cousin because family, even though it was hard)
a few times, I laughed until I cried with Ryan which feels like honey on my soul
watched all of Bob’s Burgers on Hulu
restarted Orphan Black because it is amazing
started reading All the Light We Cannot See and am loving it
I’m so happy about the progress I’ve made overcoming my anxiety—oh, something fell through the cracks at work? THat’s okay! I will take full repsonsibility and talk about it without feeling like a failure!
also, a used bookstore opened in our mall and I just walked around fror twenty minutes with a huge smile on my face
I’m going to stop and get a pretzel crust pizza from Little Caesars because, seriously, YOLO. ANd I never say YOLO. But. YOLO.
“The first thing that you have to understand about Rafi is that he’s not just horrible. Jason Mantzoukas also imbues him with a bizarre kind of innocence. He honestly believes that the guys on The League are his best friends. His earnest desire to be one of the guys is one of the reasons he so winsome. He’s just trying to fit in guys! But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and it’s crystal clear that Rafi already has one foot in the fiery Inferno.”—
It is not about who pays for the date. It is not about who moves the couch. It is not about who kills the bugs. It is not about who cooks the dinner. It’s not even about who stays home with the kids, as long as the decision was made together, after thinking carefully about your situation and coming to an agreement that makes sense for your particular marriage and family.
It is about making sure that nobody ever has to do anything by “default” because of their gender. The stronger person should move the couch. The person who enjoys cooking more, has more time for it, and/or is better at it should do the cooking. Sometimes the stronger person is male, sometimes not. Sometimes the person who is best suited for cooking is female, sometimes not. You should do what works.
But it is also about letting people know that it is okay to change. If you’re a woman who wants to become stronger, that’s great. If you’re a man who wants to learn how to cook, that’s also great. You might start out with a relationship where the guy opens all the jars and the girl cooks all the meals, but you might find that you want to try something else. So try it.”—4 ignorant delusions people have about feminism (via brutereason)
Like I’ve said before, you need to be doing Ballet Beautiful. I look better after just a few sessions than after doing a month of any other kind of weight or cardio training. It hurts so good the next day(s) and nothing is as motivating as looking at Mary Helen Bowers’ cellulite-less legs. Damn you, woman.
Do it. That seven layer dip you ate today isn’t going to work itself off.
“For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are that you’re not going to be very happy. If someone bases his [or her] happiness or unhappiness on major events like a great new job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy marriage or a trip to Paris, that person isn’t going to be happy much of the time. If, on the other hand, happiness depends on a good breakfast, flowers in the yard, a drink or a nap, then we are more likely to live with quite a bit of happiness.”—Andy Rooney (via relovingit)
Don't need to hide your kids and hide your wife anymore!! osangeles.cbslocal. com/2014/09/04/albino-cobra-caught-in-thousand-oaks/
I know! It was all very exciting. Granted, I have been on the second floor of my office building more hours than I’ve been at home—but still. It was an albino cobra. COBRA.
Welcome to the suburbs, guys.
(As an FYI, Thousand Oaks is the suburbiest of all suburbs—well… maybe minus the fact that none of the moms take care of their own kids or drive them to soccer and the “spa” at the Four Seasons is actually for plastic surgery and the private high school cost $50,000 per year. And also maybe minus the fact that a gazillion celebrities live here and frequent our mall. Have you ever seen Heather Locklear buying underwear at Aerie with her daughter BECAUSE I HAVE. Ugh.)