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Easter Sunday OOTD + my little spill…

| cheriarmour

Easter Sunday was beautiful in North Carolina, and one of the first Sundays I was able to go out and run for a little while outside because it finally wasn’t gross and rainy all day!  We’re not big church folks, so instead of going to church, I straightened up, and by straightened up, I mean I pretended to straighten up for about 10 minutes before I got sick of it and started blogging and catching up on the DVR I missed out on.  But, the day wasn’t complete without me putting on this ModCloth dress for Easter Dinner…DSC_0310

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I actually bought it for the Jingle Ball back in October, for only like $160.  And I say only because it was actually normally priced for such a nice dress, but I had it rushed because I’m an idiot and I waited until three days before the even to get the dress, and then I had to have it rushed.  I actually had to go to a sketchy part of town to pick in up from a UPS spot because it arrived literally  the day before the event.  I ordered a size 6 and prayed.  Thankfully it ended up fitting, but this time when I slipped it on, it was actually a little loose around the midsection.  I don’t think I’ve lost any weight, save for maybe a couple of racing pounds, but the weight lifting is really rearranging things.  My tummy and my waist are totally loving it!

DSC_0308PS, I’m totally loving our real camera!  One of these photos was taken on an iPhone, and the detail on the DSLR doesn’t even compare!

The Spill

So last night, after Easter Dinner, I headed home, and immediately proceeded to lock my keys in my car.  I had everything in my arms, my camera, a half-gallon of coffee I’d manage to snitch from the dinner, and cups to go with it, and has I was wobbling toward the stairs to go into my house, I fell down, cracked my phone (two days after getting it, mind you), sprained my thumb, and had to collect all of my coffee cups that were now rolling around on the sidewalk.  I could hear Coco freaking out inside.

So I did what any rational female would do at 11:00 pm, and I wedged the screen off of my front window which I’d locked.

Dangit.

I Googled AAA, called them, and then proceeded to fall asleep on my front porch.  Yes, fall asleep on my front porch.  

37 People Who Failed So Spectacularly They Almost Won

Luckily, I woke up in time to meet the AAA guy, who told me something along the lines of “You look spectacular” or something (I know, honey), and got into my apartment, and into my PJs with my sprained thumb with just enough time to stalk a few folks on social media.

Oh, and Austin says he’s not paying for my new phone, that I have to buy it myself.

I nailed Easter Sunday. Nailed it.

How was your Easter Sunday!  

 

With a creative spirit also comes this irritating trait.

| cheriarmour

I’m horribly forgetful.  Horribly, horribly forgetful.  The only way I remember to keep my class schedule and show up to places is that I write every single thing, every single appointment down I have in an appointment  book, and once it’s written, it’s real.

Last week after a Zumba party…
Zumba Party

…I decided in order to keep up with my streak (more on that later), I needed to run, even though it was after 10pm.  But I didn’t want to miss my mile, my honey was gone for the weekend, and I was feeling antsy. So still wearing my Santa hat from the party, I drove to my old condo, which is in a super populated, well-lit area, don’t worry.  I parked my car, hid my keys somewhere in the car, and closed the door.  When I went to test the door to make sure it was still unlocked, I found, much to my immediate horror, that I had locked the door with my keys inside.

Damnit.

I called AAA from my phone, which I’d thankfully not locked in the car, and since in my experience, AAA takes years to get to you to unlock your car, I decided to go for my run, since it was also about 40 degrees out, and I wasn’t necessarily interested in freezing as I waited.  So down the road I went in my purple Moving Comfort jacket and Santa hat.  I’m sure I got a lot of strange looks.

Murphy’s Law must have been at work, because not a half-mile down the road, I got a call, which I answered mid-run from the tow-truck driver.

“Yeah I’ll be there in 10 minutes…”

And in the fastest lockout time in history, I arrived back to my car to the tow truck driver waiting on me.  So I jogged up, and explained to her why I was jogging around downtown at night with a Santa hat on.

Bruise

Now, in completely different news, I discovered this bruise the other night on my thigh, and I cannot, for the life of me, remember how or when I could have whacked myself so hard that me, being the dark-skinned girl that I am, could bruise like this. My forgetfulness at its finest…