10 Months and Counting!

First let me just say I am so completely furious...I had an entire (long) post written, and due to "Conflicting Edits"--whatever the hell that means--it's gone.  Poof.  Sayonara.  Start again, sista.  So, here we go, attempt #2.

10 months in and I'm still discovering how this new stomach of mine works.  Well, not how it works necessarily, but what it likes and dislikes.  Apparently, it dislikes something in a recent stir fry I made, and apparently I'm a glutton for punishment  a slow learner determined because it took me three attempts at eating it to throw in the towel (it is simply delicious).  It is the Crispy Honey Chicken that I recently found, and you can find the recipe for it here on my food blog.  I'm not sure what the problem was, as I've eaten all of these foods separately before without issue, but whatever it was, it was not welcome in my stomach and was quickly evicted with little notice.  All I can figure is the dredging and subsequent pan-frying of the chicken...?  I don't usually don't do any sort of "fry" other than stir-fry, so maybe that was it.

Let's talk a little bit about summer clothes.  I am so excited to be able to wear them this year.  I recently bought a pair of denim shorts for the first time in years.  I mean years.  They look really good on me.  They feel really weird though.  I feel half naked.  Not because they are Daisy Duke short.  They're modestly mid-thigh.  It is because for said amount of multiple years I was a sweaty capri wearing girl, even in the dead heat of summer.  No more!  These (temporarily) mayonnaise-white legs are being shown to the world!  So what if they jiggle a little.  I'll pretend I don't see you noticing if you quickly avert your eyes.  Look away, look away!

Speaking of taboo clothes for this formerly hefty chick, how about tank tops?  My sister and I are heading to a concert in July, and I'm so excited I'm already planning what I'm going to wear.  Definitely wearing a tank top.  My only reservation is what I call my "wings", which will be merrily flapping in the breeze as I give Poison and/or Motley Crue my "rock on" fist (or what I think you crazy kids nowadays call the "Jersey Shore fist pump"...I abhor all things Jersey Shore, just for the record).  If anyone has any upper arm toning exercises that don't require a gym membership, feel free to share them with me!

Oh, and by the way?  Yeah, I said Poison and Motley Crue.  You can go ahead and be jealous.  This is a lifelong dream realized for me...at least the Poison part (although seeing the Crue ain't too shabby either!)  I have been a fan since I was 7 years old, and haven't looked back since.  Back in the day I had Bret Michaels (in various degrees of half-nakedness) posters plastered all over my bedroom walls, much to the chagrin of my very understanding mother. I remember my grandmother visiting and being absolutely appalled over a huge poster of Bret lounging poolside in nothing but a banana hammock.  I'll never forget that as long as I live!  You're looking at a hardcore 80s metal hair band chick right here.  Some days I even miss my stone-washed jean jacket with the white leather fringe...ok, maybe not, but I just gave myself a good chuckle remembering how much I loved that jacket!

So until I can regal you with stories of my experience at the concert, you can get your Poison fix here and your Crue fix here .  Big Aqua Net hair and leather boots optional.