Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!

Glory, glory to old GEORgia

Glory, glory to old Georgia

Glory, glory to old GEORgia

and to HELL WITH OK STATE!!!

GoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAWGS!!! Sic' em!!!!

Mmm. I love football season. I've been humming our alma mater/cheesy song from the end of Dirty Dancing all week. And I really miss being there for the beginning of the games, hearing the same songs (I can feel it comin' in the air tonight... hold o-on), calling the Dawgs, watching the history highlight reel while Larry Munson growls out UGA's praises... Go Dawgs! I'm with you in spirit!

Cute?

This absolutely made my day. I have no words.

http://photos.tmz.com/galleries/poodle_pictures

Whimper...

I don't know if I've explained my love for animals to you yet. I might have. I've posted pics of a koala, so I probably have. I cry at ASPCA commercials. And the new Dawn commercials that have oil-soaked baby ducks. Needless to say, I'm willing to take in any mammal that comes my way. So when Ray and I drove by our house to go to the mailbox tonight and saw a cat in the bushes, I got really excited. And when it was still in the bushes when we got back, I went into stealth mode to try to get it to come to me (because I'm convinced that every animal will like you if you show a little affection--rabies or disease don't really come to mind...). But it snuck up behind me! She started rolling around in the driveway, being all cute... And Ray actually uttered, "If you can play with it and NOT sneeze, we can keep it."

WHAT?!

See, as much as I love animals, I'm that allergic to most of them. So this was a BIG deal. So of COURSE I played with her for a little while. I thought I might have had him... this cat had a big scar (fairly fresh on her shoulder)... I sang a little Sarah McLachland (sp?)--no, I really did (I could rock one of those commercials), cat jumped in his lap, but eventually I had to come inside. So we waited with baited breath to see what would happen. And what did I do ten whole minutes after this wonderful creature came into my life? I SNEEZED. And it ruined the whole thing. No more cat for Anna. Because of one sneeze. And now a poor, hungry, lovable kitty is waiting on my front porch for someone to save it from its hard life in the streets because something in my body hates animal dander. It's some cruel trick, I tell you.

Harumph.

Accountability?

As a follow-up to my last post/vent, I said a few times that I weigh as much as a contestant on a "big" reality show. Slightly more, in fact. BUT! That's changing. I started trying to lose wight when I stepped on a scale in January and weighed 30 POUNDS more than when I graduated high school. And since I lost weight my freshman year at college, I gained 35 POUNDS. So I got my rear into gear. Since I know myself and I tend to give up when I get discouraged, I realized that this should be a lifestyle change. So Ray and I joined a gym, and I tried to make working out a habit. Now it is, so I'm trying to eat less and make that a habit. Once I'm used to that, I can start eating more healthy. And so far, I've lost 7 pounds in about 2 months! And I'm fitting into clothes that were tight when I got married! To keep me on the right track and since I've vented about overweight people), I feel like it's time to let you in on my journey. Now, I'm not ready to let you in on my "number", but we'll see about later. We'll talk again when I hit 10.

Oh, reality tv...

I'm sure you've heard of the show "More to Love" on Fox. I'd heard of it, didn't want to watch it. I'm just not into reality dating shows (now, any other reality tv...). But when I heard people bashing it this morning on the radio I looked into it a little more. And here are my thoughts:

-Some of those girls are still lying about their weight. I weigh as much as a contestant on the show and she is a good three sizes larger than me (and not much taller). Sorry, there's just no way.
-Since when did the word curvy become a substitution for fat? Curvy means boobs and hips, not rolls and muffin tops. Just because the average size of women in America is a 14-16 doesn't mean that's healthy. There's a point where you have to see yourself from a health perspective and not size and get your butt in shape. Don't worry, I'm yelling at myself too, remember, I weigh as much as a contestant. I know most women will never be size 2, but you can at least be the healthiest size you can be.
-I don't think the viewers are going to like what they see and I don't think the guy is as open minded as he seems. He kicked off the four heaviest women in the first episode.
-People thought this show would be about normal people. If it weren't trying to exploit women's sizes, they wouldn't have names the show "More to Love" or broadcast their height and weight along with their ages and careers.

Sorry, I guess I just had to vent.

Major Victory

Running in heels=hard.
Running in heels in the rain=harder.
Running in heels that are too big in the rain=practically impossible.

But SUCCESS! I actually made it across the entire parking lot today doing exactly that. Jumping speed bumps, maneuvering between bushes and through pinestraw... and my ankles are fine. Steady as a... well, I don't really know, but I was awesome. This coming from the girl that has had three major sprained ankles. #1--tripped over a rock. #2--fell in a pothole. #3 got caught in a skirt I was changing out of. Yep, I'm a regular Grace Kelly. Making the parking lot dash al lthe more impressive, dontcha think?

So long...

Since I've blogged! I think it's because nothing is really going on right now. When I started this thing, I was graduating, getting married, finding a job, a house... Now I have my degree, I'm married, I have a house, and a job... and life is fairly normal right now. My friend Leslie and I used to talk about how we didn't like the word "content" because we felt like a lot of people used it as a synonym for "complacent." But I feel like content is the only word to describe me right now. I love my job, I love my hubby, we're settling in to a church and friends and family and we have somewhat of a routine... I never thought I'd say this, but I'm happy where we are, ready to grow as a person instead of ticking off major life goals. Huh.

So just so you know, posts will probably be fewer and farther between. Sorry. I have laundry to do.