My stepbrother is getting married. A couple weeks ago he asked me for some last minute advice. I liked what I wrote so much so here it is:

Last second advice? Be sure to tell your bride how beautiful she is the moment you see her walk down that aisle. She’ll remember it forever. Not too much drinking at the reception. Some guests aka Rey/Ren/Rey’s friends were doing shots with my lightweight groom at our reception and I had to drive his truck, in my wedding dress, to my mom’s house to pick up my overnight bag.  So if you’re staying in a hotel the wedding night, be sure that bag is there before things get crazy. Other than that, the rest is easy.

As for marriage advice, being married has taught me more about myself than I ever thought it would. Good things and bad. Its like having a giant mirror in front of you all the time. Never lose faith, hope, or desire to be a better husband. Cara’s a lucky girl and I’m glad I get to be there to witness your wedding.

Awwww.. right? I haven’t visited my Dad in VA for at least two years so I’m really looking forward to the change in weather, family time and time away from work. LOL. I have a major blog to post on that, I’ll probably post from the airport.

Things are going well in my neck of the woods. The gym is still going on. We did body pump Monday aka kill me now, my quads still hurt and yesterday was Zumba aka dance like you’re at the club in front of people. There was one guy that was absolutely freaking priceless. Sideway backwards hat, white boy dance moves, just HILARIOUS! He was definitely going that extra mile and it was absolute comedy. The teacher brought some hood beats in and when Lollipop by Lil Wayne came on, she wanted us to shake our money makers. I had to stop myself from pointing at that one guy the entire song. She’s not the normal instructor, so I’m going to have to find out when/where she teaches because her class was awesome. 

Vacation mode has begun.

Sometimes I feel like a bi-polar maniac. (No offense to those that are) I’m all over the place. I got over myself and gave hubs a fabulous birthday dinner. He enjoyed it and I let him be a bit of a birthday brat. His mom didn’t attend and that was present enough for me. I only want to see her grace her with my presence on big holidays like Christmas, Mothers Day, Thanksgiving and any other day of my choosing. Looks like I might have two more months of freedom. Anywho, I’ve been kicking butt ass at work! Momentum has been building and I’m loving it. I think I’m going to have to credit going to the gym. There’s a sense of accomplishment in getting healthy that just spills over to work. It’s great. I’m happier in the morning. Then again, it could also be because it’s Friday. Ha!

So back to going to the gym. My favorite co-worker and I are going together and it is so much fun. She pushes me and I hope I make her laugh with my antics. I think the funny thing is that you really have to train your body to knowing that working out feels good. It’s not painful, or hard or something else miserable. I’ve been having fun. We are trying to go to a group exercise class but haven’t had a chance yet. All that work stuff gets in the way. LOL!

I have such a funny picture to share, but I need hubs to send it. My niece put make-up on me. My older brother/family are moving overseas by December. I’m not going to have too many moments before then and this one was too good to pass up. She saw my make-up bag and asked to put make-up on me. “Tia Lorie, close your eyes! Ok, Beautiful!” She is sooo cute. I’m so going to miss that lil angel.

This weekend will be dedicated to girly maintenance. My eyebrows need it, so do my feet, nails. One of my favorite gfs is going with me and I can hardly wait to hear all of her single girl dish. Should be juicy. I also plan on hitting the gym again. Time to up my game, ladies.

After that last entry, I guess this is the balancing act for me. My bday blew. I would’ve wanted a big celebration, dinner with friends/family, something. I got what-a-burger for my bday. No card, or flowers. My birthday present came a week later.It just sucked. We were on vacation together the week before, and ugh, that’s when most of the trouble in paradise started. Fast forward to Cowboy’s bday today and its like I’m not motivated to do anything. Least of all have dinner where he wants with his mama. Ugh. Trying not to be ugly, but its like I’m headed that way whether I like it or not. Earlier on the phone he just sounded sneaky like he was trying to plan his day so I’d be forced to go to dinner with that awful woman and I’m so not falling for it. Where is he going with his mom you might ask? The cemetery to visit his grandmother. I’m so confused. Who wants to do that on their birthday. I feel like this is his mother’s doing. Her influence and thats what bugs me most.