My Letter to Drunky McSlutbag (aka Miss G - Age 21)

First my apologies for not writing in a while 3 months. Between planning my wedding (shoot me now), job hunting (found one after a 2 year long search!!!) and running my very first half marathon (story to come later), blogging has fallen far down my list of priorities. I promise now to you, my crowds of fans and hangers on (1 follower), that I will be better.




For my first blog back from the disabled list, I'm linking up (again) with the oh so fabulous Holly and Jake to write a letter to lil 'ole Me at the tender age of 21.


Dear Erin (Age 21),

Oh boy.....where do I start?

Turning 21 isn't as special as it should be, since you've been going to shady college bars for the past year with that horrible fake ID you got for yourself in NYC. But none the less, you go out to celebrate your 21st at the same bars you've been going to for the past year and a half. Good move smarty. Oh and by the way, you dance nothing like Beyonce, so you really should think twice before entering that "booty shake" contest at the bar. Even if you do get free shots afterwards.

No matter who questions your sexual orientation or thinks you're a headcase, keep playing women's rugby. Even though you will screw up for knee forever and get two concussions, you really love it. It is the only way that you combat potential crazy weight gain from the burger king, steak and cheese subs, and quarts of booze that you shovel into your (somewhat) fat face on a daily basis. Really, rugby is the only reason why you don't weigh 8000 pounds right now. You will continue to keep eating like this after college because you just don't seem to realize that the only reason you could stay a size 10 is because of the constant exercise. This will cause you to gain a good 35 pounds after college. It will take you until 29 to really snap out of it and get off your ass. Maybe realize that a few years earlier, ok fatty?

Your college roommates, those crazy girls who you spend your Thursday nights with? You will come to count on them more and more at 21 and beyond. They will be there for you, no matter what. The group of you may have its moments, but you will get through them.

And that boy? The one who treats you like a girlfriend in private but refuses to acknowledge you as anything else than a friend at any other time? You will continue to pine after him for the entire year. You will be heartbroken that he misses your birthday. You will get angry and pick fights with him because your heart hurts so much from loving him that you just don't know what to do. You will swear him off (again) when he introduces you to his new girlfriend who not only has the same name as you, but looks like you as well. Your heart will shatter into a million pieces. You will cry for hours at a party because of this. But you will continue to be at his beck and call all year. DO NOT DO THIS!!!!

You will cry all year over him, again and again and again. You will sleep with random guys to try and prove that you are over him. Don't do that. It doesn't make you over someone. It just makes you a slutbag. You will try to justify doing this by getting trashed before you do it. Seriously, don't do that either. That just makes you a sloppy drunk slutbag. No one wants to be friends with that girl. You'll find that out too when your friends get sick of your act.

(It will all work out in the end, things with you and that boy. Things will come full circle. It takes a while, but everything will be ok.)

You will meet another guy who legitimately takes your mind off that guy for a while. New guy is sweet in a weird kind of way, but the drama he brings along is just not worth it. He has his own life dramatics to deal with and really, you don't need the hassle. It will still take you a few months to realize this. Plus, he really kind of looks like Ray Romano. Not all that attractive. And your friends will refer to him as the "ugly sleeper" for years to come.

Oh and in between all your social goings on and general life drama, maybe pay attention to school once and a while, huh? Study more. Actually try more. You will regret not taking the opportunity to study abroad? You will also regret skipping classes more than you should. That will cause you to fail more than one class and will force you to stay in college another year. And sociology? It's a cop out major. Sure it's fun and easy for the most part, but after you graduate you will realize that your degree is the real world equivalent of knowing how to boil water.

Oh and by the way Drunky McSlutbag, everything will be ok, no matter how horrible things may seem at the moment. You're a little too dramatic sometimes, but it's fine. You'll get past that in a few years. Your life will turn out ok. You will lament being the "only single friend" in your core group of friends this year and for years to come. For (almost) 7 years actually. Yes, it is a long time to wait, but the wait is worth it. You meet the man of your dreams who loves you for you and only you. That alone is worth the near 7 year wait.

Oh and start running. As much as you hated it in high school, you will learn to love it.

Love,
Erin aka Miss G (Age 30)

A Promise of Positivity

So yesterday was a sucky day for me. Sucky day at work, sucky weigh in, super sucky workout at the gym. Just a big 'ole suck all around.

            (Post crappy workout at the gym in all my "just showered, no makeup, old ugly sweatshirt" glory. Whomp Whomp)

So I wrote a cranky Negative Nelly blog post bitching and whining about how craptastic everything was. Then I re-read it, about to publish. Then I deleted it.

I started this blog as a way to become famous accountable for myself and my actions. I know that everyone has a bad day. I have alot of them. Sometimes I forget that.

I didn't start this blog to spread negativity. That's why I chose not to publish the post. Because while I'm pretty sure no one reads this but me, maybe someday, someone will stumble upon it and use it for motivation/inspiration. That's what happened with me. I found all these blogs written by amazing and inspiring women who have helped me with my struggles and continue to do so every day.

So this is my promise of positivty. While I know I'm going to have bad days, setbacks, gains, and crappy workouts, I'm pledging to leave the negative aspect of that off of here. Because maybe someday I can help someone the same way that I've been helped.


In other news, this blind chick got contacts yesterday! (Sound the alarm!)

I no longer have to be worried about not being able to see FH as I walk down the isle (cause I sure as hell was not going to be rocking my glasses at my wedding!!!) Wooooo!!!!

Of course in typical Erin fashion, one eye is fine and the other isn't adapting too well, which is probably going to require another visit to the contacts lady this week. Boooo. Oh well, at least I can see out of one eye. Progress!


Happy Hump Day everyone!
Erin

Weekend Update with (not) Seth Myers!

Crappy Monday everyone! I hope you all had a fantabulous weekend!

Mine started the way it always does. Because I work on the south shore of Massachusetts (and don't make nearly what I should), commuting back and forth to NH every day is pretty much out of the question. Between Boston/Route 93 traffic, the miles on my car, and the price of gas staying steady north of $3.50 a gallon, I stay with my parents roommates Sunday night thru Thursday night then at noontime on Friday, I drive my (not so little) ass up to NH to spend the weekend with FH.

Friday was a particularly not so fun drive due in part to a sneaky little snowstorm that dumped more than a foot and a half of snow across the South Shore. Suck. Actually, that storm deserves a double Suck. Between the non-stop phone calls and emergency calls at work and the nasty sloppy roads, I was ready for a fun, relaxing weekend with FH.

Unfortunately, that was not in the cards for us. Saturday morning, we were up with the sun to drive back down to Mass to attend pre-cana. For those of you who didn't marry in the Catholic church, pre-cana is a pre-wedding marriage counseling that couples must complete in order to be married in the church. FH was not particularly happy to be spending a Saturday off in church all day when I had to beg, plead, cry, bribe him handsomely in order to get him to agree to get married in a church in the first place. (Please note that I'm not heavily religious, but I was brought up Catholic and one of my favorite memories of my Grandma is going to a certain church with her. So that's where we're getting married.)

So off we went to pre-cana. After working until 2am and having to be out the door at 7, I let FH snooze for the hour and a half ride down and made sure to get him an extra shot of espresso in his coffee when we got to (the glorious) Marylou's for coffee. I had made sure to pack some somewhat healthy snacks and water to try and combat any junk food they made try to entice us with when we got there.

Confession: I actually enjoyed the morning portion of the program. The morning programs focused on what you love about your fiance and their most endearing qualities. We also talked about what things we love that our fiance does for us and what we love to do for them. I left the morning portion somewhat scolding myself for having judged the program so harshly and thinking it was going to be uncomfortable and heavily focused on religion.

Well, after lunch came the uncomfortable (aka old people sex stories) and religion pushing portion of the day. I will not go in to details, but lets just say after hearing some of the couples speak, I will never ever look at a loofah the same way ever again. I'm shuddering right now at the very thought of it.

After our escape, I needed to expend some energy, so I forced suggested to FH that we hit up the gym for a quick workout before dinner. After some much needed cardio (I love to hate the ARC trainer at Planet Fitness), we headed home to shower and change, then had a fabulous dinner at The Copper Door. Now I may be biased because FH works for the company, but I have never EVER had a bad meal from this place. I may have over-indulged in monkey bread with garlic butter on top, shrimp (scrimpsssss) cocktail, fish chowder, baked haddock with corn and crab hash, and split molten chocolate cake with a scoop of dulce de leche ice cream. Holy yum Batman.

After we left with some serious food comas, it was nearly 11. FH had aspirations of going to bed early. I however, had other plans. Plans that involved my (not so) secret lover, Justin Timberlake.

JT was hosting Saturday Night Live. For all of you who have seen him on the show before, you know that you end up snorting from laughing so hard at all his sketches. No? Just me?

My personal favorites were:





And how can you beat JT and Jay-Z?!? (Yes, I do have tickets for the show at Fenway Park in August. I'm going to pull a Lil' Mama from a few years ago at the VMA's and jump on stage with them and rock out. Or maybe just try to hump them. Boom)



Sunday was a semi lazy day. I ran (4 miles in under 41 minutes. Getting there!), then we hit the gym. Afterwards we went to the in-laws to help them move some things from the basement to the attic. I needed to run a few errands so after a late lunch, we took care of those. Then we lazed on the couch and FH made me a nice little Sunday dinner.

Love me some seared tuna! Yum!

I headed back down to the MA late, so it was like pulling teeth to get out of bed this morning. Due to a certain federal organization, my work day was rather hell'ish and spent going through hundreds of pages of incident reports from Superstorm Sandy back in October.

Mondays are back to back spinning class, then pilates. I'm pretty sure the pilates instructor thinks I'm a nutjob who can't follow directions worth a shit, but I really am starting to enjoy the class. I wish my abs were. Ouch.

Until next time, I bid you farewell (and probably leave you still wondering about the gross loofah story from pre-cana. You don't want to know. Trust.)

Finish The Sentence Linkup

Today I'm participating in my very first linkup with Holly (from "Where We Can Live Like Jack and Sally") and Jake (from "Life of Jake") for their "Finish the Sentence" Linkup.

1. People always tell me that they think that my future hubby's Boston accent is fake. It's not. It's very real. And part of the reason why I was so attracted to him. Boston accents rule.

 

2. In the movie based on my life, it'll have to be rated "R" for language. And Chelsea Handler will probably be the only one willing to play me.

 

3. Typically, I end up regretting eating half a jar of Skippy peanut butter in one sitting. But then I just do it again the next day =P

 

4. I always ask to leave off the tomatoes from my salad. Unless it's Caprice salad and the tomatoes are thinly sliced. But big chunky tomatoes creep me out.

 

5. Kim and Kanye really need to have a bunch more babies after this one. Cause I don't give an eff what anyone else thinks, this baby is going to be seriously cute. And I will be the first one in line to buy the People Magazine with the "exclusive" photo spread. I'm grossly addicted to all things Kardashian. Boom. Yeah, I said it.

 

6. My Parents always reminded me to drive safely and call them whenever I get somewhere. Every single time I left the house. They still do. In fact, my father just called me at work to tell me that he's been following the State Police on Twitter and that the highway is really bad. So I should be careful. And drive slowly. And call him the second I get to NH this afternoon. My Dad is the bestest.

 

7. Every single day I'm thankful for my amazing fiance, family, and awesome friends. Awwww sappy.

 

8. This one time in College I won a keg toss contest at the rugby house. Yeah, I'm just that awesome.

 

9. My grossest habit is picking at my cuticles and the skin under my nails until they are red and/or bleeding. It's beyond gross. For years I used to bite my nails (also super nasty). When I finally quit that, I guess I needed something else to do. Ewwww. My Mom and FH yell at me constantly for it. I really need to quit this before the wedding.

 

10. My latest white lie was probably telling the future Hubby that I did something I was supposed to do days before when in reality I was probably watching Say Yes to the Dress on demand.

 

11. I know all the words to every single Taylor Swift song ever. Seriously. Quiz me. And yes I know that I am 30 years old. No I don't care how much you (and my fiance, and pretty much everyone else ever) makes fun of me. I'm secretly a 16 year-old teenage girl.

 

12. When I grow up I want to be happy. And a Mommy. And a grown-up (HAH!). And I really want to own my own coffee shop. Cause nothing would make me happier than having an unlimited supply of coffee at my disposal every single day.

 

13. Sexy time is not nearly often enough. It sucks when you live in a different state from your fiance and only see each other on weekends. Whomp Whomp.

 

14. I will never, ever cheer for the Yankees, the (football) Giants, the Ravens, the Lakers, or the Habs. Die-hard Boston fan for life.

 

15. I think it's hilarious when people laugh so hard they snort. I do it, which in turn makes me laugh (and snort) even harder. It's a vicious cycle.

 

 

 

Eff You Mother Nature

Like I've said before. I'm a New England girl, born and raised. I'm used to winter with cold, snow, ice, whatever Mother Nature in all her craziness can throw at us.

But in case she didn't get the memo, it's March. Time for sunshine and flowers and warmer than 32 degrees. Time for you to cut this snow crap out and let us move on to spring.

So last night when I left work I saw this

Not really a fun way to end your work day. And to top it off, I had to go home to get my gym clothes since I failed to put them in the dryer til yesterday morning when I left for work. Suck.

Really, all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch, watch Ellen, and eat an entire jar of Skippy with a sleeve of saltines. Unfortunately, Hal Higdon had other ideas for me. Namely, a 3 mile run and some strength training. So off to the gym I went. I decided to throw in 20 minutes on the StairMaster since I was there. Why not?

After the gym, I went home and had dinner. Then I watched American Idol with my Mom roommate. Now I know, Idol is kinda hokey and has seriously jumped the shark with their celebrity judges, but I have a serious thing for Keith Urban. How can you not? Plus, one of the girls who made the top 10 is from Massachusetts. Gotta rep the hometown girl!

So this morning when I went to leave for work, I saw this

Really Mother Nature you crazy beast?

A quick check of the news let me know that this storm that was supposed to have been "mostly rain" had dumped 4-6 inches of heavy wet snow overnight. And the snow is supposed to continue until this afternoon. Most of the schools in our area were either closed or delayed opening. According to Facebook, a good number of my friends were either taking the day or didn't have to go in. Me? Not so much. I'm an admin for the local Fire Department, so 9 times out of 10, I'm considered "necessary personnel". Lucky me. So here I am at work watching the snow fall and answering a boatload of calls.

After work (Friday's I'm out at noon!) I'll head up to New Hampshire to spend the weekend with my future hubby (FH). Tomorrow, FH and I have pre-cana. For those of you who didn't get married in the Catholic Church, pre-cana is pretty much like a full day of marriage counseling. And something you need to complete before getting married. Or as FH likes to refer to it "Jesus Camp". He is less than thrilled at spending one of his few and far between weekend days off in 8 hours of pre-cana. I had to promise him steak afterwards to get him to stop pouting.

Hope everyone has a fantabulous weekend. Hopefully it's not snowing wherever you are. And if you're one of the not so lucky ones who got hit with this sneaky little storm, I hope you're at home on your couch watching Ellen with a jar of Skippy and a sleeve of saltines.

Happy Friday!!!
Erin

Let's give this a try, shall we?

Welcome to From Miss G to Mrs C! I'll be your hostess with the mostess, Erin. Or Miss G if you so prefer.

Right now the two biggest things in my life are planning my October wedding and getting my (soon-to-be former) fat ass into shape for said wedding. I'm also training for my first half marathon and my third sprint triathlon, so I'm sure I'll have lots of fun little tidbits about that for you to read about too.

I'm a born and bred New Englander. As much as I bitch about hating snow and all things cold, I couldn't imagine myself anywhere else. I grew up south of Boston. I'm now splitting my time between southern New Hampshire with my fabulous future hubby and right around where I grew up, with my parents older roommates. I've been on a long lasting job hunt to get me up to NH full time. Still working on that one. Yup.

My favorite things include: Boston sports, my kitty Tessie, Marylou's coffee, Taylor Swift songs, Grey's Anatomy, reality tv, cupcakes, endlessly searching the internet for houses I wish we could buy, usless pop culture news, E!, and lots and lots of wine. I'm sure all of this will be covered too.

I'm so lucky to be surrounded by some truly amazing family and friends. But I'm also hoping to meet some new blog friends along my way on this new online journey of mine.

Like alot of new bloggers, I was inspired to start writing by some of the blogs that I had found (Mama Laughlin, Skinny Meg, and a whole host of others) I used to write alot in High School, but that was mostly full of angst ridden teenage crap ("Why didn't he ask me to the dance?!? My life is OVER!!!").

So thats this blog in a nutshell. For now. Until I change my mind again.

Oh, and I swear that the blog design will look better in the coming days months. I need to start reading up on that. Oh who am I kidding, I need to pay someone to do that!


Thanks for reading!
Erin