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This just in...

Pizza Hut introduces cheeseburger-ringed pizza in the Middle East.

The UK gets the succulent Johnson-stuffed crust. Lucky.



I need these. Period. 

 

 

 

Server down!

Our computer network was down in the office yesterday. It was down for about 4.5 out of the 7 hours that I spend sitting, staring at my computer. It wouldn't have been bad at all if it was just Amicus and Worldox (fancy legal programs which you know nothing about) but THE INTERWEBS WERE DOWN TOO!! No facebooking/pintresting/gchatting/online shopping for things I cant afford! Ohh, hells no. To make matters worse, the office manager (who normally handles all of our issues) was out of the office. So it all came down to me...in the server room...and the tech guy on the phone, using geek technical terms with me. And I'm frightened, but I have to do this, homeboy HAS to walk me through this, for facebook's sake!

COME ON 'PUTER!! WOOOOORRRKKK!!!

N.B.D. (no big deal). I got it working. Close call. I'm the Katniss Everdeen of the server room. Boom. 

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Getting fat, again.

Well, as luck would have it, I’m getting fat again. I’ve been consuming copious amounts of carbs and cheese (and the occasional glass or 3 of wine) without incorporating any physical activity into my daily routine. For example, 2 heaping cups of Velveeta Shells and Cheese sets me back 720 calories, 24 grams of fat and 98 grams of carbs. Probably not an ideal lunch, but so damn good.



So, with this being said, it’s time to start going back to the gym…the gym which I pay for. I went a few times last week to try to motivate myself; it only reminded me how much I HATE the gym. I would much rather do workout videos at home but the dog flips out and most of the time I end up cheating. Last Saturday morning Mark and I made our way down the street (yes, it’s literally down the street and I still don’t go) to the Rush. We start our fitness regimen (ha) with cardio. All of the cardio machines are lined up and face the center of the gym. In the center of the gym - - - karate kid himself. And I-Wear-Non-Existent-Shorts Barbie.  Awesome. 30 minutes of watching some a-hole doing ninja jumps and having his little master/trainer dude punch him in the stomach….really? really?



Welcome to the Rush Fitness Complex



However, I don’t know which is worse, Mr. Kung Fu or Barbie doing dead lifts lookin’ like a hoe. We get it, you've got some seriously toned girl parts, save um for the bedroom chicka.



Awesome, not only do I get to watch this, but now I start to worry about contracting syphilis via her hand weights.



So, I’m sticking to the Fat Lady Room, also known as the Lady’s Only workout room. Judgment/Hoe/Ninja Free Zone!

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Kids are hilarious and if they weren't such time/money/energy suckers, I just might like to have one or two around for entertainment purposes.

Hilarious test answers from kids.

(Please note the "...?" My thoughts exactly kid)

(duh!)

(My personal fav)

Anyone who would like to drop $250 on this Napa Valley Candelabra from Anthro, I'd be graciously willing to accept it. Until then, I'm pondering ways to get my hands on some grapevine wood.

 Grapevine wood + votives + super glue = one beautifully cheap centerpiece.

Holy mother of all things fatty mcbutterpants and carb-o-licious...



donut chips. what the what!!

Donut munchkins cut in half, sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar and pressed in a panini grill. Oh my God, oh my God, Ohhhh my God, I'm gnawing on my arm.  





My best friend's wedding...the scene looks vaguely familiar...
Andy Cohen, next season, sign us up!



This conversation pretty much mirrors the conversation Mark and I had before that faithful day I decided to get bangs.



I get the sense that this is exactly how my husband feels about me...

And I like it.

Because I'm really a 13 year old boy at heart...

And because these allow for optimal roasted weenie-ness...

I want.

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My new TracPhone

I lost/left my iPhone in the back of a church van/taxi while we were in Charleston. See, if only we had hopped into a Yellow Cab or something with some sort of name on it, I would have somewhere to call to retrieve my phone. However, our judgment must have been impaired at 2am as the 6 of us piled into a church van that moonlights as a taxi. I think I can recall scripture on the side of the van, I KNOW there was no meter in the van, and the jam of choice was Kumbaya, which, my husband thought was hysterical and sang along. And Annie says we got ripped off.

So, anyway. Phone is gone.

I get home from Charleston and, being the cheapass I am, I'm now the proud owner of a Walmart TracPhone, $14.99 later. Did you know they keep those things under lock and key at Walmart?! Literally. I had to get a worker to unlock a TracPhone for me.

We take the phone to AT&T, get it hooked up to our family plan and I'm as good as new. Minus the fact that I have a flip phone.

I left the box for my phone in Mark's car. I thought I'd be nice while we were stopped at a gas station and clean out his car a little for him, toss some bottles, a bag and such.

I tossed the bag...with my TracPhone charger. TracPhone is now dead. I'm without a phone again.

Now I'll have to go and buy a charger which I'm sure is the same price as the phone. Awesome.

So, if you want to reach me...its smoke signals or homing pigeons.

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That Jillian Michaels scares the baJesus out of me. 30 minutes of her SHRED and her fairy foot tattoo (ew) is more than enough for me. Please note the foot fairy.

I stepped up my pathetic game to level 2. Hard, hard, hard McHardersen. I was sweating my ass off and panting like a wild woman trying to keep up with her. My dog looks at me like I'm possessed. She's no joke. And I'm scared of her. However, I have noticed that she makes the two girls behind her do most of the work while she blabbers on about creating such a great method. AND, those girls sweat like banchees too.

Mark and I hit the town this past Saturday night. Outback Steakhouse and back home to walk the dog by 9pm. You're jealous, really, I know. Seriously though, Outback steak is SO good. It's cooked perfectly, the 6oz potion is just right and that chopped salad is unhealthily delicious! AND, $9.99! Can't beat that with a stick. Mark and I've dropped about $70 on one piece of steak to share at Flemings. $70 smackaroos! Redic. Outback, just as good. We did receive some heart wrenching news while ordering drinks at Outback. They no longer serve Mark's favorite Australian beer, James Boags. I thought he was going to shed a few tears on the bar stool. Outback was the only place in the whole United States of America where you could get it. Well, I might have made that up, but that's the only place we've seen it. Poor guy. It seriously took him a few minutes to get over the shock and horror. 

A moment of silence, please.

On Sunday my mom and I went to the new Hancock fabric store near my house. Now, I'm not supposed to be spending any more money on our house because we owe the Feds a wad-o-cash (f u taxes)...however...I couldn't pass up the super cute fabric on clearance. I recently purchased this gray ruffled duvet cover for our bedroom. Got it, put it on the bed and...I suddenly realize that our walls are gray too. Way.to.go.dumbass. Everything is gray. 

Urban Outfitters Gray Ruffled Duvet - Crappy picture from website

I had been on the search for 2 bedside table lamps forever, but like everything else in the universe, THEY ARE SO EXPENSIVE! So, I finally settled on these from Target. I paired them with big white rectangular shades.  

But...still our bedroom is very white/gray. Hence, I can justify the money spent on colorful fabric at Hancock! Check out my finished products. Not bad considering I've never used a sewing machine.

The color is off in this picture. The two bigger pillows are gray (surprise) and coral/orange and the smaller pillow is coral in a coral pattern. Behind the pillows is a yard of burnt orange fabric with a floral pattern.

The pillows look so cute on our bed. And, I actually did do a pretty good job sewing them. I'm trying to convince Mark to let me make his dress pants and underwear now. HA

I'm going to gallery wrap the fabric in the back, tuft it, apply some turquoise buttons, then hang it over the bed as artwork. I know I didn't explain that well, but I'll take a picture of everything once it's done. 3 pillows and a piece of art work, all under $50. Not bad.

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For those of you who don't already know, Mark and I have our own photography business. Mark officially started the business about a year ago and to say it's been pretty successful is a complete understatement. Mark is the main shooter and I'm his second shooter for weddings and assistant/lens holder/light box lugger/fixer of the models hair and makeup/and driver for engagements and bridal shoots. I LOVE it. He's so talented and I feel so lucky that we are able to do something like this together...and not kill each other like some couples would! We have so much fun meeting the couples and working with them to capture this special time in their lives. Being around the romance and excitement of newly engaged couples is so refreshing! Anywho, I'm sure most of you have seen the website, but if not, take a looksy Mark Potter Photography.

This is the first weekend in a while that we haven't had a shoot to do. I was in a Excel workshop for work on Thursday and Friday of last week. Mark took his third graders on a field trip to the art museum in Raleigh on Friday (kill me). Needless to day, by Friday night, cocktails were in order. I made Moscow Mules. Freakin yum. If you like ginger, you'd love it!



Authentic Aussie Ginger Beer
sold at World Market



1 double shot of vodka poured over ice
1 tablespoon of lime juice                       

1/2 bottle of Bundaberg Ginger Beer

Stir
Candied ginger to garnish



I spent most of the weekend reading the Hunger Games series. I'm on the last book now. I'm so addicted. I love Peeta, but I love Gale. But I love Peeta, but they had to go and make Gale cuter in the movie, but if Peeta and I had kids, the blond hair would be uber cute, but Gale is much more streetwise and would never take a knife to a gunfight, but on the other hand, Peeta could bake me his bready goodness and feed into my love of carbs,...and frost me all day...

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my one "nice" post

My New Year's Resolution (I'm 4 months late, so sue me) is to start making a conscious effort to feed my "good wolf." I'm a firm believer in waking up and choosing your attitude for the day, life's free accessory! It's so easy to feed into anger and negativity. And jealousy (especially jealousy). So incredibly easy to start digging that hole of "I don't have enough of this" and "we need more money" and "I hate this person because..." Before you know it, your covered by mounds of negativity, buried so deeply you can hardly see a good thing even if it hits you in the face. I'm not Pollyanna, and I'm still going to gossip and wish I had things that I don't, hell, I'm female but I'm going to try hard to take it down a notch. Like my husband ALWAYS says, "If you send positive energy into the world, you'll get positive energy back." It must work. He got me. (jk, sorta) Really though, even if his theory doesn't really work, it feels good to be to nice. It feels good to think nice things about yourself and about other people. When someone at my office makes me want to haul off and knuckle punch'um in the eye...I'll count to 1o...and not run to my office buddy and bitch. (I'll walk into the bathroom and start throwin punches in the air like a psycho...it helps, really. After about the 6th or 7th air punch you start to laugh at the tard that is you.) Pretty soon you'll start noticing the good things before the bad. I don't know about you buy coming home from a day of joy and peace sounds way better than coming home after a long day of anger and jealousy. 

Maybe I'll tell you about the "Circle of Compliments" one day. Bahaha. No, actually. I wont.

Ok, Potter, let's try to make this last! (Esp. the air punchin part because thats just funny. I cant wait for someone to walk in on me.)

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A Bunch of Nothings

My new obsession is super white teeth. I want them. However, I'm too cheap to pay $50+ dollars on legit teeth whitening products. (Not to mention ZOOM, which I really wanted before our wedding, it's way over $500!!)



Look at those pearly chompers, wouldya!

So, while perusing Pinterest, I found a post on how to get whiter teeth, the dirt poor way. It says that after brushing, dip the end of a cotton swab into a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and rub it over your teeth. Well, I've been doing this religiously for a little while, probably going overboard as I tend to do. Don't ask if I see results, I can't remember what my teeth looked like in the first place. Also, I'm not sure this is a clinically approved method and of course I believe everything I read on Pinterest. So, if you don't hear from me in a few weeks, assume the worst.

Summer is just around the corner and I'm so excited! As I've mentioned, Mark and I recently moved into a new townhouse. We have a very small back patio that we plan to fence into a courtyard. Similar to this:

Only way, way, way smaller. Once we get the fence in, we're going to throw a courtyard patio party! Mark doesn't know this yet. Now, remember, the courtyard is going to be very very small...and we have about a bajillion friends. So, if you are one of our friends, we might set up some sort of lottery system. Sorry, only fair. And just to make it even more desirable and enticing, I've been looking for the perfect excuse to try these:



Champs and popcicles, boom!



As much as I'm looking forward to summer, I'm not looking forward to defriending my husband for those few months. I've already warned him that we arent going to be friends as soon as summer vacation starts. He's a teacher/photog so he'll be sleeping in WAY past the time I leave for work. Ugh, makes me sick just thinking about it.

On a totally random note, I need this nail polish combo. I've seen Gretchen sport this on the RHOOC (don't judge me) and love it. Getting this done for this weekend in Charleston. Hey, it's my hub's birthday, gotta look good for him! (How's that for an excuse!)

Speaking of looking good:

This is to remind to to keep counting calories and to STAY AWAY FROM THAT DAMN CANDY BOWL IN THE OTHER OFFICE!!

Well, I hope you guys are having a great Wednesday. One more day till vacation!!! I'm off to the candy bowl chug more water and forget that I'm still hungry after just eating lunch. Peace.

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