Don't walk....Run!

If you are within a, oh I don't know, 1000 mile radius of T-Town, run to this place now! It is Dragonmoon Tea Company and it is located around 20th and Harvard. Can I say incredible? I'm obsessed.

I heard about this little treasure from a lady I've never heard of who requested my friendship on Facebook. Although I think that's weird and I usually don't "become friends" with those people, I am pleased with my decision because it led me here. Thanks, weird, random lady.

Anyway, I've been to the tea room twice now and the food has been fabulous both times. I love the Spinach Salad with Chicken Salad on top, and today I tried a pot of chocolate chai tea, which was rich and sweet...perfect for my sweet tooth. I want to go back tomorrow.

Do you think they would notice if I started eating there everyday? Because I might.

P.S. The husband LOVES it too. He thinks it's girly because it's a tea room, so he has me secretly get him food from there. Secret's out, babe.

P.S.S. or is it P.P.S? I stole the picture from the Tulsa Food Blog. Thanks, Tulsa Food Blog.

Peace out.

Weekly Weigh-In

Ok, so I want to just start off by saying that these aren't actually my feet. I wouldn't necessarily say I have the best feet, but mine are nowhere near that ugly, and my left Biggie doesn't have that much hair on it.

I was informed, however, when I was a sophomore in high school that I have fat feet. I didn't know it until that moment, but I certainly haven't forgotten since. The informant was mad at me for stealing her boyfriend and that was the most hurtful thing she could come up with?

That, my little bitches, was a tangent.

Now for the real deal....I went to WW last night and....drumroll please....

I've lost 13 lbs!!! And, the husband has lost over 14! So, I am now, according to our rewards chart, deserving of a date night. Melting Pot Happy Hour, here we come!

But not tonight because I have photography class where maybe they can teach me how to turn on my DSLR and I can post real pictures for you...at least it will be something other than stock images. Wish me luck.

Happy Tuesday!

A Wish

I feel like I'm in a sort of funk. Nothing bad, really, and I'm certainly not trying to complain. Seriously, I know I have NOTHING to complaing about. Just with the cold, dreary Oklahoma weather we've been having FOREVER, I'm just ready for a change. That's all.

So, I've been thinking that I want to buy this house.

And move it here. I'm not sure where here is, but is sure is purty.

And of course I'll take my favorite husband with me. And his Jack in a box. Seriously, that's our cat, Jack, and he loves boxes.

And our other pups-kids 'cause we would miss them too much otherwise.

And I would fill the house with these since they are my faves.

And we may come back to visit someday.

But, maybe not.

Happy Monday, everyone! Here's to daydreaming!

H-E-A-R-S-E

The little brother and his forever girlfriend came to visit last weekend and we headed out on the town to make the rounds. Our first stop was the wonderful flea/antique/garage sale/junk market of fabulousity that sits right here in the middle of my little town. Not kidding. I heart this place and I always walk out with multiple treasures, but that's beside the point.

Anyway, we pulled up and parked next to this car.

Innocent enough, right? I'm sure people who drive hearses need to shop for treasures too.

But, do they have to do it without their teeth?

WTF?

By the way, my dear readers, it only took me about 10 minutes to figure out how to spell hearse.

Poker Run

I've lost my freaking mind. Guess what the husband and I did this morning in the nice-and-toasty 32 degree (plus wind) weather? Ran 5.37 miles!

I am excited that we did it, but seriously what was I thinking? I used to be a runner. I've even completed a marathon, 1/2 marathon, 10K, 2- 60 mile walks, etc. But, remember folks that I am on weight watchers, and that means that I am overweight and out-of-shape.

So, I've been kind of following a couch to 5k program for the last week or so, and I've done really well, but it was THE FIRST WEEK. Who doesn't do well the first week? Apparently, in my twisted mind I thought "Hey, I can make it through 3 days of this, why not get up at 6:45 on Saturday to run over 5 miles in the freezing cold?" 5.37 to be exact.

The husband rocked it, and I did ok- just happy to finish faster than expected, but the reason it was fun was that we gathered poker cards at 7 stops along the way to make our 5-card poker hand. Then, the organizers had three tables set up with prizes and the people with the best hands got to pick their prize.

According to the director guy with the megaphone, "The table on the left was for the men. The table on the right was for the women, and the middle table was for bisexuals." Do huh? Yes, he really said that! Then, he corrected himself to say the middle table was for ambidextrous people. Obviously, he meant unisex, but it was funny.

We didn't win anything; we both ended up with a pair of 2s, but it was a fun challenge and we got some exercise. I am thinking that when the ta-ta trekker mood strikes again, this might just be the perfect fundraiser!

Friday Fragments

So, I stole this title from someone (sorry), but it was perfect for what I wanted to say. So I went with it.

First, please check out the husbands hair in this picture. I literally sent this text to his stylist yesterday..."HELP! I'm about to cut his hair myself. It's atrocious!" Still no appointment. And yes, we were in the car when that picture was taken, which means he went out in public like that.

I am so excited about this weekend, not only because it is Valentine's Day, but more so because my little brother and his GF are coming to visit and we have some fun stuff planned! Shopping anyone? Either way, we will start the day with this super fun poker run that I found thanks to Tasha Does Tulsa and end the day with drinks and dinner at the Melting Pot. It doesn't get any better in my world!

I love the Shear Genius show and have always watched it, but I am even more excited now that I saw the previews for the next episode. One of the guys gets sick and one of his competitors says, "Straight guys are such babies." IT'S. SO. TRUE. I just thought maybe I was the only one who thought it, or maybe I wasn't allowed to say it aloud.

Last, the husband and I are giving ourselves a reward for sticking with Weight Watchers for one month. We'll get a treat each month we stick to it. So, for his Feb 11 treat, he chose new running shoes and I am still up in the air. Should I get the latest Hungry Girl book, some nail trimmers for the dogs, a subscription to WW Magazine or a new shirt? So many options!

Happy Valentine's Weekend, Everyone!

Touching Tongues

Poor dog.

When the husband and I were changing clothes last night to go to the gym, we had this conversation. I now know it's weird, so please don't judge.

Me: What's so funny?

Him: The dogs just touched tongues with each other.

Me: So? Didn't you touch tongues with your brothers when you were little?

Him: Um absolutely not.

Me: Oh. Ok.

Him: Please tell me you didn't touch tongues with your brothers.

Me: Yeah but not in a weird way.

Him: And is there another way?

Me: I get it...you were saving up to touch tongues with your friends when you got older.

Him: What the F***, Mizzle. That doesn't even make sense.

I thought all kids did it.

And if you're bored today, try googling photos of "black hairy tongue." That's always fun.

Like It?

Yall like my new header?

Because I was bored at 11 last night, I decided I would learn about blog design. I knew nothing. But, as I mentioned in a previous post, I want a custom-designed blog, but just can't justify the expense right now. So, fine, I'll do it myself.

Anyway, I decided to tackle my little project using Photoshop, another program about which I KNOW NOTHING! And I spent the next 4 hours (3am if you can't add) designing this little piece.

Not too shabby if I do say so myself.

And if you don't like it....well, just keep that to yourself :)

Happy Saturday, everyone! I'm off to sell some jewelry. You know you want some.

A V-Day Rubberband Ball

On the way home from the gym last night, I was being really quiet and I think the husband gets nervous when I get quiet. Seriously, I'm not a loud person by nature, but in this marriage I am the talker.

Well, I was trying to decide which charity I would donate $12000 to. Not that I have $12000 to donate, but if I did, where should it go?

So he asked me what I wanted for Valentines Day.

And I should preface this by saying that I decided and informed him weeks ago that because we don't need anything I was setting a $20 limit on gifts and I was making his.

Him: So, what do you think you want for Valentines Day?

Me: Well, I don't think that's what V Day is for. It's supposed to be romantical.

Him: And I can only spend $20?

Me: Well I actually spent around $30. Just so you know.

Him: Yeah $30 and about 20 man hours. So, that's like $200.

Me: Hmmm...not really. It's not that great (it is though). What's important is that it was made from my heart.

Him: Well I could make you something, but it would probably be along the lines of a rubberband ball and I'm not even sure I could make that.

Me: Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh. Well maybe there is something i want.........

But you have to figure it out yourself because I'm a girl and that's what we do.

Dear Diary, I'm Fat. Sparkle*

My top 10 reasons for joining Weight Watchers (yet again):

1. Because if I were to ever get pregnant, it is almost definite that I would have reached 200 lbs. if I started at my fighting weight. That is unacceptable.

2. Because all of my fat jeans are starting to get holes in the crotch, so I need to go back to my skinny jeans. It's that or scrub pants, which are just weird if you aren't a working health professional.

3. So my husband can recognize the sexy b**** he married.

4. So his friends will be jealous.

5. So I can wear a bikini at the lake this summer and not have to sit there in the sweltering Oklahoma heat with all of my clothes on.

6. So my half-moons errr legs will look hot in my Louboutins.

7. To learn how to eat something other than fast-food and donuts.

8. So I don't get hemorrhoids. Because that can happen when you are overweight.

9. So I can get another tattoo. I've got a couple in mind.

10. Because I needed a use for my darling journal (see picture above) that one of my favorite soon-to-be-sister-in-laws-if-my-brother-ever-gets-off-his-ass-and-proposes gave to me for my birthday. I keep track of every morsel that goes in thank you very much.

The End

Love, Mizzle

Weekly Weigh In

Yesterday, I was so excited, so proud of myself because I was going to my WW meeting alone, sans husband. He says he is still into it, and he is still gonna follow the plan, but by skipping the week 4 meeting because he didn't have a good week, I am pretty sure he has already fallen off the wagon.

Anyway, meeting wasn't until 5:30, so I decided to do everything humanly possible to ensured that the scale read in my favor. Read: I didn't eat anything all day because I didn't want to have anything sitting in my stomach that could weigh me down. Anything. So, I drank a cup of coffee to make sure to get everything out that was already there. And by the time 5:00 rolled around, I pulled on my weight watchers uniform and drug my empty body to the church to step on the scale.

0.4 lbs. That's it. A measly .4. That's all I lost.

So, during the meeting, I was thinking "I can do better than this. This next week I am not going to eat at Mahogany or spaghetti and garlic bread or taco salad or an entire bunch of grapes in one sitting. And I will drink water, more than what soaks into my skin in the shower. Because as it turns out, all I drank from Wednesday to Monday was coffee and diet root beer. Not one single glass of H2O.

So the second I got home, husband and I raced to the gym. You know because I had so many calories in my body to burn off and all.

And I did my work on the elliptical machine and then it happened. And I was that girl. The girl who doesn't eat all day and then works out to the point that she passes out right in the middle of all the meatheads.

Ok well I didn't pass out, but I did feel so sick that I had to sit on the cold windowsill with my head between my legs because I didn't think I could make it to the exit without either throwing up, unloading myself, or passing out cold. I even asked husband if I could lay down on the floor, but I could tell he wasn't really in favor of that idea. So, when I felt that he was becoming a little impatient errr embarrassed of me, I made the attempt, but not without grabbing his hand a couple times on the way out, and I guess you aren't supposed to do that...hold hands with a tough guy in the gym in front of other tough guys. Not a good idea.

Anyway, I made it to the car, did a little dry heaving in the parking lot and then curled up in a ball in the seat with my head on the console. I even made a nice little sweat puddle.

I guess that husband was really worried though because he asked me a question and when he didn't hear my response he asked it again with panic in his voice. And then he took my pulse! After years of working in hospice, I guess that's what it comes to.

Well, I made it home, had a snack and felt much better, and after a lecture from husband I will not be going to the gym on an empty stomach. Ever. Again. I cannot risk being that girl. Ever. Again.