Ghosts of Pictures Past

It’s not a Wordless Wednesday because a lot of these pictures are old, but I still wanted to share.

I had an incredible holiday with my boyfriend and cat. And with my family and his of course but there aren’t any pictures of that.

That first Christmas together is a big thing I think for a lot of people. This was my first with any one and the ManBear made certain it was spectacular (whether on purpose or because he is just that good I couldn’t tell you). He wins at Christmas.

I don’t like being the girl who brags about what she got for Christmas but holy shit I got some awesome things. ManBear got me a hand mixer after being all coy when I was like I THINK IMMA BUY MYSELF A HAND MIXER IN JANUARY OR THE FEB and he was all OH YA!? HOW MUCH ARE THOSE? LOTS? and then I was like NOT TOO MUCH BUT IT WILL MEAN I CAN BAKE MORE WHICH WILL BE NICE YOU KNOW? and he’s like YEAH OK but he had already bought me a hand mixer (ITS BLACK AND I LOVE IT) so he said he was all laughing inside and shit.

Asshole.

ANYWAY. He got me a hand mixer. And a painting in the bathroom at my salon that I had been in love with and went to see if it was still there but it was gone so i couldn’t buy it for myself (please note: this was like MONTHS AGO) and i was all bummed but thought nothing of it and then I opened the last present from the man and KAPOW! The painting! (It’s of a giraffe. i LOVE giraffes – we are both awkward creatures with long necks) and i cried cause it was the painting i wanted and he had gone and gotten it for me after I only mentioned it once in passing.

HOW GOOD IS THIS GUY PEOPLE!?

(In comparison I got him a pair of shoes and some erasers shaped like peanuts. (AWWW YISSSS. Thats the stuff. (Hostess.)))

Anywho, we had a tree and stockings (I made his with the help of Jenny Grace and her sweet Gabey) and ornaments for the year and Ichabod got a cup of chicken and liver with gravy that he diarrhea-ed all over the middle of the living room while we were gone and despite that, it was one of the best Christmases ever.

(ALSO MY DAD GOT ME A SWEET PINK LAPTOP THATS BEING CALLED PINKBOT I AM USING HER AS I WRITE SHE HAS A BUILT IN CAMERA AND IS PINK AND HAS A CARD READER AND HOLY SHIT I LOVE HER)

And now its the new year, and i cant wait to see what it brings us.

(NO WHAMMIES NO WHAMMIES NO WHAMMIES)

xoxo Kat

PURCELLS

I apologize for this terrible picture of me but it’s actually one of the better ones that were taken that morning…

I would like to point out that the terrifying reindeer the Miss Grace and I “made” is under the tree.

Jesse got stickers for on our Calendar! (more on THAT ONE later)

(more pictures can be seen on my Flickr)

OH OH OH OH OH!

P.S. Shred 2 Day 2 a success. My legs are really sore but it was much easier to get through this time. Plus we measured before hand so I know that my bust is a 36 and my waist is a 29 and my hips are a 39 which yeah, pretty much just proves that I’m shaped weird.

Before:

(AWWW YISSS LOOKIT THOSE MUTHA FECKIN GUNNNNSSSSZZZZZ)

After (LITERALLY DIRECTLY AFTER):

(EVEN MORE GUNTASTIC THAN BEFORE. kinda.)

Much better than yesterday if I do say so myself. and I do. ‘Cause its my blog and I said so. I said that I could say so myself so I said it I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP NOW.

hello 2010 please don’t kick my butt

So I’m back. Hi. Sorry. Etc.

I will eventually do a post holiday update, a new years wax philosophic, and perhaps even a What im looking forward to in Oh-Ten but for now you get this.

The 30 Day Shred (again because I didn’t complete it last time but totally will this time)

Day 1:

at first I was like:

Having started the shred once before I was pretty sure Day One, though grueling and bitchy, would be handleable.

So I dove in, using my trusty 7Up cans as weights (with @ManBearSquid at my side for moral and tummy support).

I’ve always loved jumping jacks so those are never a problem, and the butt-kicks are fine. It was when we got into the push ups that I was all FUUUUUUUUUUCK.

No really. I was like “FUCK I HATE PUSH UPS SO MUCH HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT MY ASS LOOKS LIKE JILLIAN I HATE YOU ALREADY”

The ManBear laughed at me a little and was all “PSH THIS AINT SHIT”

Boy did his tune change. KAPOW.

By the end we were both a sweaty heaving mess, and not for a good reason this time, either.

But then I was all:

My legs are jello guys. Delicious sweaty jello. Its been 20 minutes and the ManBear is still lying on the floor. I don’t know if we’re going to make this.

AND YES MY TREE IS STILL UP ITS BARELY JANUARY JEEZE I’LL TAKE IT DOWN TOMORROW GOSH.

In conclusion. Day 1 complete.

I’m planning on tracking measurements and all that folderol (do you have any ideas about this word? I feel like I grew up with it but I cant tell where it’s from. like I KNOW i know it from a song but don’t know what song. It’s like, on the tip of my tongue I just can’t find it and the ManBear is no help he’s all THAT WORD IS FOLDEROL HAHA! which clearly doesn’t help at all.  HRM.) So lets see if theres progress! yaaay(?)

Also I’ll get back to posting more regularly. The break was just so busy I feel like i need a vacation to get over it! woof man!

Happy new year my loves.

xoxo

Kat