I’m typing with long nails, which I’m sure I’ve said a bazillion times, drives me crazy. Nails on a chalkboard is the equivalent.

My romantical weekend in the mountains was hampered by a ton of FOG. Fog, fog, everywhere was fog. Imagine going to one of the most scenic places in the country and not being able to see 10 feet past your hand. But other than that, the trip was great. I loved being able to spend time with Allan without any of our typical distractions. No dishes to be done, no dog to be walked, no mail to be sorted. Just me and my honey. And a hot tub.

Ironically, as we were headed back to Raleigh, the fog lifted and we went back to some of the same spots as the previous day to get more pictures. They adequately show the crazy weather conditions.

Those two pictures were taken from the same spot less than 24 hours apart.

I need to get mentally prepared to go to the gym. When I went on Friday to do two miles, I failed miserably. Well, maybe not miserably, but I definitely failed. I was .30 short of my goal and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I felt like crap walking into the gym and knew things were going to suck. After about a quarter of a mile I was ready to hop off of the treadmill. But I kept going. And when I stopped short of my goal, I took a three-minute walking break then ran .30. So I technically ran two miles. I just didn’t do it all at once like I was supposed to. I’m getting to the point that this is becoming just as much a mental thing as physical. Unfortunately I’m not in good shape physically OR mentally.

Who was your favorite celebrity as a child?
Probably someone from Sesame Street. Oh! No, it was Tom Cruise. My brothers and I were obsessed with Top Gun (my father fast-forwarded through the ‘sex’ scene)

What type of pets do you have?

I have a Super Mutt. He’s a rescue baby that, to the best of our knowledge, is 25% labrador, 25% rottweiler, 25% pit bull and 25% bull mastiff. He’s my joy.

What is your favorite color?
I know this seems like a cop-out, but I really like all of them.

What is most memorable about your high school years?

Being a part of the wrestling team, going to practices, recording matches, traveling to tournaments. Stuff like that.

What word describes you best?
I really don’t know. I think that’s a better question for someone else. I’d ask Allan, but he’s at a soccer game right now.

What is your greatest accomplishment?
Moving to North Carolina when I was 22. I didn’t have anywhere to live, had no job, had no money, and only had one friend. And eight years later, I’m still here.

What drives you every day?
Right now my wedding is a good motivator. It has a lot of moving parts and I’m responsible for 95% of them.

What is your favorite food?

Tacos! Made with Old El Paso taco mix!

Where do you want to retire?
Probably right here in North Carolina. Maybe South Carolina. It’s warmer there. But my future husband would probably melt.

What is your business goal this year?

To have a job!

Where do you like to vacation?
Near water. Preferably salt water.

Who do you admire?
Jason. He’s so strong and confident. I wish I was more like him.

What is your mission?
I guess right now it’s to be the best possible partner to Allan.

If you were invisible, where would you go?

The White House, Oval Office, of course. And then to Oprah’s house.

What traits in others are you attracted to?
Well, like I said with Jase, strength and confidence. Loyalty. Generosity.

What is the kindest thing anyone has done for you?
Specifically, I was sent flowers one Valentine’s Day by friends when I expected nothing from anyone. It made me cry – I was overwhelmed in a good way. But in general, the way Allan takes care of me and makes me feel incredibly secure sometimes feels like more kindness than I could have hoped for.

How do you want to be remembered?
This sounds simple, but I want to be remembered as a nice person.

What would you do with a million dollars?
Pay some stuff off (house, car, student loan) and then invest. It’s a boring answer, I know.

If you were on an island, who would you want to be with? Why?
Is it just one person? Or can I have many? If it was one, it would be Allan. Easy. And if it was multiple, I would have my family. Allan, my parents, Jason, Laurie, Gregory and Elissa.

You have a 10 minute speech to give at a high school, what is it about?
It would be about all the positive aspects of adopting animals from your local shelters and rescue groups.

I asked Allan which one word described me, and first he said AMAZING, then he changed his mind to PERFECT. Despite his loss of touch with reality and inability to judge character, I’m still going to marry him.

I don’t know why I opened this tab, really. I don’t have much to say. Here’s the new, exciting news in my life:

  • I bought a tube of gorgeous red lipstick
  • I bought big, fat foam rollers
  • I’m going to lunch at Cooper’s with Allan and Daniel (it’s my second lunch in two days with some of my favorite gentlemen; yesterday I had pizza with Shel)

See? Nothing big going on. Not that I necessarily write in here when there’s something exciting going on because, let’s face it, I lead a boring little life. But I’m happy.

Last night I was thinking that people usually classify their lives by two parts: personal and professional. Because I have no professional life, and my personal life is so wonderful, I guess you could say my life is pretty awesome. (Except for all the STRESS that comes with being unemployed)

All kinds of Steelers stuff in the news right now, and none of it’s good. I have a Roethlisberger jersey and wonder if I’ll be comfortable wearing it again. You can’t go wrong with a jersey bearing the name and number of a two-time Super Bowl winning quarterback, right? Well, what if that quarterback is behaving like an absolute douche, bringing shame and embarrassment to his team and my hometown? Do you still wear it?

I can’t believe I’m about to type this, but I’m eating a smoothie and I DON’T LIKE IT. I don’t like it. I added blackberries – blackberries I bought cause they’re Allan’s favorite – and it’s entirely too tart. It’s a big glass of deep fuchsia tartness. This is the first time I’ve made a smoothie I don’t enjoy.

Ok, so there’s all this talk of smoothies all of a sudden. What happened was I got my bottom braces on, couldn’t eat, and Allan encouraged me to make some smoothies at home. No chewing, lots of good ingredients and tasty to boot! So I tried it and now I have one basically every day. It’s either my breakfast or lunch and I love that I control everything that goes into it. Generally the ingredients are: skim milk, frozen strawberries, fat free yogurt, bananas and a dash of sugar (to sweeten it up!). I add different fruit now and then, and when perusing the frozen fruit offerings of the neighborhood Harris-Teeter, I decided to grab my honey’s favorites. And I don’t like it.

My mother’s home from the hospital, hooked up to an oxygen machine and missing her dogs. They’re spending two weeks at Jason’s while my mother completely recuperates. During her whole hospital/pneumonia/oxygen ordeal, she apparently had an epiphany: no more cigarettes for the rest of her life. When she told me, when she said those words, I sobbed. Like, instantaneous tears, the kind actresses can call up on cue. When she asked what the noise was on the other end of the phone, I told her I was crying. Why? she wondered. Because I had been waiting to hear those words my entire life.

Then she cut into me about how fat I am. Seriously.

(I’m forcing myself to drink this nasty smoothie so I will have energy when I go to try to knock out two miles on the treadmill.)

In the entire year and however many months we’ve been together, Allan and I have never gone away, just the two of us. We’re always going here and there, but it’s always to see family. So it doesn’t count. So this weekend we made plans to ditch the dog and head up to the mountains for a few days. Boone, NC, is Allan’s happy place so I owe him this trip. Where ever Allan is is my happy place, but it’s going to be an especially happy place because our room has a private deck with a hot tub! And I’m thinking it’ll be all romantical and stuff, and my ever-rational honey was like, “Yeah, you might need the hot tub to soak your muscles after all the hiking we’re going to do!” Oh boy.

It’s weird to type that we’ve only been together a year and two months and we’re FIVE SHORT MONTHS (less than that, actually) from our trip to the altar. And the weirdest thing about it is how not weird it actually is.

Although we fell short of our goal, Allan and I raised over $200 for the ASPCA. I figure our short-fallings were in part because neither of my parents donated money. They were distracted by pneumonia and stuff. But anyway, we raised a decent amount of money and had a good time. Something like 3,000 people turned out, and every penny raised will go to a fantastic cause.