I’ve missed you guys a lot. But things have been sort of bananas around the house – we’re finally, almost a full year after moving in to our first home together, starting to get things set up. Our next order of business is for Austin to order and go pick up office furniture from the Ikea in Charlotte, and I’m measuring for/ordering curtains from overstock. Austin told me I can start thinking about my she-shed if we get the house set up, so you know I’m on it.
More on my she-shed later.
This weekend was SO bonkers, but in the best way possible.
First, this weekend marks one year since my bachelorette, which I’m weepy about. In that time, I’ve gotten married, we bought a house, Melanie’s mom passed away, she moved overseas, Chelsie had a baby, Matthew is in a relationship, and I’m just not sure where this beautiful year went.
Friday, after a really long week, I don’t think we did a whole bunch of anything. We tried to go to sushi at our normal place, and after an hour wait and a weird experience with the guy at the host stand where he sat some hot girls at our table, we decided to leave and just ended up eating at one of our old haunts.
Saturday morning started with a text from an instructor, letting me know that there was a screw-up on the schedule, and that no one was really there to teach step. Oops! So I “stepped” in (hee hee), and taught a step class, which I’m positive was a hot mess, but the people who stuck around seemed to enjoy it okay, and my music is always pretty decent which usually helps things. I followed it up with my normal Zumba class, which I haven’t taught at the Y in a while, and it was so sweet – Austin came to class!
After class, I hopped in the shower and hustled my butt over to Fleet Feet. North Carolina has done away with tax-free weekend, but Fleet Feet kept it, so they needed a bit of support, which I was happy to give. And straight away after I worked the day at Fleet Feet, I headed out for a friend’s bachelorette festivities in downtown Raleigh.
Speaking of that bachelorette party, can I tell you about something so weird that happened? So after the festivities, we were sort of wandering about downtown, ambling our way back to the car. I happened upon this girl who was literally face down on the sidewalk. Another friend was sitting at her side, tending to her. Seeing as how she was facedown on the ground, I asked her if she needed some help.
She told me to fuck off.
I wasn’t 1000% positive that I’d heard her correctly, since typically people don’t tell me to eff myself when I’ve offered them assistance, so I may have asked her again, if she needed help, or needed me to call someone for her.
“FUCK YOU! KEEP WALKING!”
Ok babe, last time I checked, I wasn’t the one face down on the sidewalk. So like after the third or fourth time she continued to yell, I (not-so) nicely told her about herself, and kept it moving. I don’t know how me and my husband always happen upon these weirdos, but we do.
We tied up the weekend by deep-cleaning our house, which. Can we talk about for a second? There is nothing, nothing that feels better than deep-cleaning your home. It took a few hours, maybe three, and we included cleaning the pantry, actually scrubbing out the laundry room, scrubbing all the bathrooms, and organizing little piles that had started to form in our bedroom. It felt really inspiring, and I might actually get this book that I’ve been hearing about?
My mom’s told me about it – Kate Hudson has Instagrammed about it, and it might be me next! I just feel so light and free now that I’ve decluttered, thrown things out, and cleared my space.
Ok, enough about me. What did you do this weekend?