My Famous Brother

it's true.

You may or may not have seen this picture on my instagram ...

Yes, brother, OF COURSE I shared it on instagram! 

I've always been super proud of my siblings. My sister is rocking her way through law school and my brother makes advertisements for some pretty big companies. Fruit of the Loom being one of them. So it's only natural that they asked him to take off his shirt, put on this helmet, and pose.

For any little sister out there, you'll understand my love for this. I plan on showing this to all of his girlfriends, his future children, and maybe even framing it and hanging it up in my dining room for everyone to see. 

"Oh that's my brother. He's an underwear model," I'll tell all of my guests.

#picstich

#nofilter

#fancy

Don't feel bad for him, this is the brother who would cut my barbies hair, scare me so bad I would cry, and told me Santa wasn't real when I was only in the 2nd grade. He's also known for breaking every butterfly hair clip that I would leave around the house, hiding the family cat in his closet, and being the favorite child (mom, you know it's true!!!)

I'm sure he's loving this attention anyway! He's 27, single, and now an underwear model. Life is just beginning for him! Also... just in case he's mad at me for posting this, please "like" Fruit of the Looms Facebook page and share this post wherever you can! We need this to spread like wildfire. Why? Because I'm a good little sister just trying to support my brother.

Oh and if you're wondering why he's only wearing a helmet and underwear, watch this commercial:

You're welcome.

Online Dating 101

before we get started I just want to clarify that I did not meet my husband online. Maybe one day I'll share the story of how we met, but sadly, today is not that day. You see, this post is for the ones who are trying to find love on this beautiful place we call the world wide web. It's also for the ones who are doing it all wrong.

If you would have asked me 5 years ago if I was ok with dating websites I would have rolled my eyes and said "ew, gross". However, I was 20 and thought I knew everything about life. Today, I think they're great way for people to meet, especially for people who are constantly busy and don't have time for a social life. So when my friend Sarah* called me Monday night dishing about her unsuccessful dating life the past 6 months, my immediate reaction was, "have you tried online dating?" her response was no, but she had been thinking about joining a site.

My response, "Great! I'm sitting in front of my computer now, let's FaceTime while I make you a match.com profile... what's your credit card number?"

and for the next hour we put together the perfect profile for her. The site asks pretty generic questions like "Tell us a little about you..." and "What do you do for fun?" and yada yada yada. They sound like pretty easy questions to answer but here's where most people mess up. My first advice,

CHILL OUT.

BE YOU.
BE YOURSELF.
BE FUNNY.
BE CLASSY.
THIS IS FUN!! DATING IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!!
Tell me what you like to cook, which football team you hate, and what's your favorite song to sing at the top of your lungs in the car? Keep it girly, fun, but also relatable for a guy. And I know match.com only gives you 250 characters to work with, but let's be real, that's all you need to capture the attention of a boy. Drop the "Just a girl, looking for her soulmate" HELLLLLO immediate RED FLAG and that hot guy is going somewhere else. Again, just be yourself... minus the crazy girlfriend thing.

Second piece of advice,

this isn't Craigslist let's clean up that grammar.

So we wrote her headline, her about me, and everything in between. I was enjoying trying to be her the best way I could. She's one of my best friends, I know her like the back of my hand. We laughed until our stomachs hurt making this profile. But the best part has yet to begin....

It was time to publish her profile, and I think I was just as nervous as her. I reminded her that this is a good thing and a great way to meet new people. And just like that, it was public. All of our hard work was right in front of us just waiting to be viewed.

There's only so much time you can spend looking at your profile until you realize that that's not going to get you dates. So Sarah* clicked around and talked about all of her potential soul mates that match.com said she was compatible with. She then stumbled upon a handsome fella who I'll call Matt*. Sarah* was head over heels looking at Matts* pictures, so I told her to send him a message.

Her jaw dropped on the floor and said "NO WAY!"

My third piece of advice,

You're on match.com. You're looking for someone to love. Guess what, he's also on match.com and he's also looking for someone to love. You're in the same boat so who cares who talks first. Throw away anything that says "girl rules" on it and start fresh. SEND. HIM. A. MESSAGE.

So she did. It was casual and cute, nothing over the top. I may or may not have helped her write it but that's not the point.

It was getting late, so she and I called it a night.

The next morning I wake up to a text or two from Sarah*. She received more than 30 messages, countless winks, and hundreds of views on her profile. But most importantly, Matt* responded and they've been chatting ever since. I've been giving her tips and pointers on her responses but other than that it's all her.

and finally, my last piece of advice,

if Sarah* doesn't respond to you, that doesn't mean you can send her 5 more messages asking what she's doing or if she wanted to hang out this weekend. CHILL. She'll get back to you if she's interested.

... not that I've been reading her messages or anything... oops! what? it's for the blog... 

New LOOK! Plus, Doggy Love

Well, well, well look who woke up on the right side of the bed this morning! THE BLOG! She may look better than me right now and I'm totally ok with that. We can all thank this gal for making it pretty and clean.

This weekend was absolutely perfect. The weather, the food, and the cuddles.

Emily does this every morning even when he's gone. She usually rests her head on my chest until I get up. It's really the most precious thing I've ever seen and I get to witness it every day.

When I moved to Little Rock, I knew Emily and I would spend a lot of time together, which is fine considering this place is definitely 'dog-friendly' and there are countless things to do with her. Hiking, swimming, dog parking.... the list goes on.

"Stayyyyyyyy, stayyyyy...." she's getting good!

The more I thought about it though, the more I wanted to give back to other dogs who aren't as fortunate as Em. She gets her fair share of exercising every day, so why not help another dog out? So, I looked up places to volunteer and came across The Humane Society of Pulaski County. It's 40 minutes away, but it's the only no-kill shelter in my area. I went through an orientation and started helping yesterday! Walking in, I knew I would get emotional, but to my surprise I didn't. These dogs have food, care, and a roof over their head. The only thing they're lacking is human interaction which is where the volunteers come in. I fell in love almost instantly. We walk the dogs, play fetch, teach them tricks, and just give them love so they can be adopted into a wonderful family. There's no schedule, so I can come in whenever I want to help. It's perfect.

I didn't take any pictures, because that may have come across as a creepy pet-detective wanting to save the world. I also was being jumped on, licked, and barked at.... nothing you guys want to see pictures of. I did however, race to the nearest tractor supply to get myself a pair of rain/dog park boots! Nothing says, "I belong here" like a dressing room selfie pic!

Why can't every boot be $20?! Maybe I should do more shopping at the tractor supply.....

After that investment, I drove home and thought about Em the entire way. I wanted nothing more but to give her a big hug and kiss and tell her that I love her. She may dig to China every time it rains, chew the hose to pieces, jump in the bath tub, destroy her toys, play in muddy puddles, chase the fedex man down the street, poop in the middle of the sidewalk, snore, bark at men, eat door stoppers, and only eat her food if there's turkey involved.... but this girl means the world to us. I couldn't imagine her being in a shelter begging for a home. I know I won't be able to give those babies as much love as I do with Emily, but I know I can give them a little bit of hope that there's a loving home out there for them too.

Don't let those eyes fool you. She's just wanting that piece of bacon you have in your hand.

I Would Be Lying If.....

... I told you that we've unpacked every box and the office is completely organized.

...that I'm a plastic wrap pro.

that I remember that trash day is Thursday and I haven't missed it two weeks in a row. #housewifeoftheyear

that I'm totally not bored with the "Jobs" book.

my front door doesn't smell like burlap.

Emily never wants to go outside...

... and 30 seconds later, she would rather hang out in the backyard than whine at the door.

Hiking is a blast by yourself.

that I added the perfect amount of salt in a pumpkin bread recipe.

... and that said pumpkin bread wasn't my dinner.

I'm not obsessed with maskcara and that I kind of look like her.

$300 at Loft.com.... never.....

that my new Gap pants for work fit like a glove (one size down please)

... and it was a breeze to exchange them.

... and that I think it's fine that they vary their sizes for different style pants. (Oh you wear an 8? Try the size 2....)

Emily HATES swimming...

... but LOVES taking baths.

I haven't been thinking about my new blog design all week with this girl (it's coming soon!)

Nate never heard "pah-leasssssse" 90 times a day.

I told you that I care about the world series.

I had a post planned for today.

and finally, that my dog doesn't resemble a Harry Potter character.

"Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"

Dear Dad,

As a writer, it's important for me to document all of the details. I'm totally guilty of writing rememberable conversations on napkins and stuffing them in my coat pocket to type up later. Half of them don't make it past the washer, the other half I happen to keep in a shoe box filled with movie stubs, birthday cards, and dried flowers, knowing very well that I'll never look at them again.

There's one however, I can't stop thinking about.

You see, it's the napkin I took from your funeral.

They were laid out sporadically on the coffee table outside of your room. After seeing your casket for the first time my knees were feeling weak, my stomach was in knots, and I needed something to hold on to... so, I did what anyone would have done and grabbed a napkin. It was a strong one dad, trust me.

I'm sure you're aware but the funeral home messed up your music. They didn't have an iPod connector that worked with any of our phones or laptops. It was a mess. Austin, Lindsay, and I had to choose 5 songs that we thought you would like out of a very small collection. I know you heard me, but I apologized in advance that Carrie Underwood was one of our final choices. It was either her or Gospel music. That's all I'm saying...

As family, we were seated to the side of you. Which I thought was strange, but whatever, I'm not really sure how funerals work anyway. There were flowers all around you but white roses laid on top of you. A black and white photo from two years ago stood next to you, and pictures of all of us played above you.

When the service began, I held on tight to that napkin and didn't let go. I sat up straight and prayed for strength. It worked, but a tear or two fell when your friends mentioned how highly you talked of your children. How proud you were of us. How much you loved us.

It was hard listening to that. It's still hard thinking about it. I wanted to stand up and shout that I loved you, and that I didn't want you to go yet. We need you here dad. We haven't grown up all the way yet! Why. Why you? We were just getting to know each other. The last 10 years or so, we didn't talk much. I know you and mom kept in touch, but you and I had nothing in common. Our conversations were short and I was always busy. And I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better. I know you've heard me up there say it over and over, so maybe if I write it, you'll hear it for sure this time.

We exchanged words during some of your final days, but our last conversation was on father's day this year. We talked for at least an hour and we chatted about my upcoming wedding and everything that I planned for my future. It was only a couple weeks after that phone call, that mom told me you weren't doing well. She told us what no one wants to hear and that we need to make plans to see you right away. You were put in hospice care and only given days to live. But when I saw you there, I knew it wasn't you. Your soul was slowly making its way to heaven, and talking to you broke my heart to pieces. When it was time to go, I sat on your bed to tell you goodbye and I cried. I told you that I didn't want you to be in pain and you said that you loved me, and that's all I needed to hear. We were thankful enough to see you two more times before you left the physical world. You were able to shake hands with Nate and introduce yourself. That meant the world to me, and it's a moment I'll never forget.

When your funeral was over, I walked up to your casket and laid my napkin on it and said a prayer. Someone said I could take a flower, so I did. Although I had to throw it away because it grew mildew on it, who knew that's what happened to flowers when you put them in plastic bags? Oops.

A couple nights later, you showed up in our first dream together. We were in a hospital and you said to walk upstairs. You were holding Lindsay's hand, and Austin and I followed behind you. There wasn't a roof and it was really bright, and you kept walking and took Lindsay with you. And that was it. That's all I needed to know that you were ok. Except, I'm going to need you to bring Lindsay back in another one of those dreams. We need her here.

For now the napkin will be safe with all of the other napkins and notes that I've collected over time. It will, like the others, have its own story.

Love you dad!

I Smell Like Burlap

Did you know that stuff smells? Well, it does and now my hands reek of it. If you don't know what burlap is, don't worry 24 hours ago I had not a clue either. Until I googled it and landed on millions of pinterest inspired wreaths/other decor. According to those handy dandy crafty folks, burlap is the hot fabric to have right now and anyone and everyone in the interior design world will tell you to plaster it all over your house. So, since I'm living life to the max and all, I thought I would try something different and give wreath making a shot... in burlap of course.

This mess all started when I was browsing Etsy for Auburn inspired scarfs. Yes, scarfs. Because when Auburn beat A&M, my husband sprinted to StubHub to purchase football tickets for later this season. So, in true Maxine fashion, I sprinted to the internet to figure out what I'm going to wear to this football game. I don't know how it happened but I came across this page, and my jaw dropped...

I need it. I want it. I've gotta have it.

I went as far as getting my wallet and pulling out my credit card. I was ready to punch in those numbers when I remembered that I should probably look at the price. 100 DOLLARS. I'm sorry, what? For a wreath? No. I mean, yes, it's an essential accessory for your house and it gives your neighbors a reason to judge you on something other than your lawn... but really? I just couldn't do it. I wiped away the tears and began my search on how to make these darn things, because if I can't bring myself to buy that wreath then I must make one right this instant.

I searched, googled, pinned, youtubed... you name it, I did it. Who would have thought there were 900 ways to make a burlap wreath? Do we have to make everything so difficult these days? Sheesh. I went with the one that didn't require other materials such as pipe cleaners or twist ties. Because the last time I played with pipe cleaners, I was 4 and it wasn't pretty. Anyway, let's get down to business here.

First things first, head to michaels.com and print off a 40% coupon. You'll need it for the material. I bought a 18inch frame, 2 rolls of burlap (10yds and about 5 inches wide), decorative ribbon, and whatever else you plan on hot glueing to your wreath.

Instead of writing how to do it (I tried, but it was a whole lot of "now do this, and this, and then do this") so I'm just going to post the videos where I learned. Because we all know I'm not a DIY blogger. 

Watch this one first:

To get an up close look, watch this one next:

and there you have it. My first and probably only DIY post... and I really didn't even do anything. 

Here's the final result:

it looks NOTHING like the $100 one, but that's ok, I still like it.

Burlap: $7 (x2)

Ribbon: $2 (x3)

Wreath: $5

Letters: $8

and to prove to you that I'm not crafty at all, I bought my first hot glue gun. $7. 

I plan on making a Christmas one without any letters. Those things are a mess to keep straight! Ok, I think it's time to wash my hands. I believe I just passed the burlap smell to the keyboard. Oops...

-Max

I 100% Failed...

...at juicing.

Before I dive into my complaints here, I just want you to be warned that I'm hungry and would do anything for ice cream. anything. My mouth is watering at the thought of bread, chips and salsa, and yogurt. I couldn't sleep last night because my stomach was growling, and all I've thought about today is FOOD. sushi. tacos. spaghetti. chicken. bbq. I need all of that, ALL OF THAT in my stomach right now. This cleanse is making me crazy and I don't feel clean at all. I have headaches. I don't want to drink 9 gallons of water. And please, can I not add beets to my juice? Hashtag thanks.

So... guess what I did? I stopped.

I stopped the juicing.

I couldn't do it for another 24-hours, I probably wouldn't have survived another night, and to think I thought I could do this for 7 days. No. WAY.

Call me a total cry baby, I don't care, I love food. and I don't eat THAT bad. Yes, I may shove a cheeseburger down my throat every other day weekend, but that shouldn't call for a 7 days of death body cleanse.

Since I spent $78 at the store for this mess I thought of some excuses reasons as to why it's 100% ok for me to quit the juicing...

1. You can use all of the ingredients in other recipes. Except for the beets (sorry, they taste like dirt).

it looks like dirt too

2. You already eat healthy 94% of the time.

3. How will your body react to food after this little cleanse? Will it go into shock? Will you be able to walk again? Will your head fall off?

4. I want to run. And since I'm hungry/feel sick there's no way I'm running A MILE feeling like that. Just no.

5. The recipe makes at least 10 cups PER juice. You need to drink 4-6 a day. It took me 4 hours to finish my breakfast yesterday. FOUR HOURS!!! that's not ok.

6. You need coffee to function.

and just like that, I stopped what I was doing and ate an apple. A leftover pancake from earlier this week. Currently, I'm opening up a yogurt while throwing raisins and pumpkin seeds into my mouth, and later I will fulfill my dreams of chocolate ice cream (what? it's organic) so TAKE THAT JUICE!! I never want to see you again unless champagne is involved. For anyone who's ever accomplished this, bless you. Seriously it takes a champion to do that. From here on out I'll make juices for breakfast but that's it. I can handle the grapes/blueberries/apples drinks, but when you start adding garlic and beets, I'm OUT! Have you ever done a juicing? How did you make it through?

Also, I shattered my iPhone 5 today. That may or may not have been the golden reason as to why I needed food so badly. Whatever.

-Max.

Got Juice?

I'm counting the days until this place gets jazzed up! I'm not going to lie, it's been hard writing here knowing my blog looks empty and sad. and what am I saying? I've only written 3 times... woof. Well, this one makes 4.

Is it Monday? no Tuesday.. Glad we got that out of the way. Nate left today, so Emily and I have been doing a whole lot of relaxing/cleaning up his little messes. I swear he poops gum wrappers, mechanical pencils, and receipts on the hour. The piles drive me nuts unless there's money in them. I could follow that man around with a vacuum all day, and there would STILL be messes. Except this weekend....

Yep. Vacuuming the chalkboard.

Look at him go! I contributed by keeping the house clean 98% of the time... so I deserve a "you go!" comment too... Emily needs one as well....

We didn't dig any holes this week, chew off any door stoppers, or get up before 6:00 am. That's a big deal around these parts since we moved here. She's a work in progress..........

We had a couple of date nights this weekend where we chowed down on some delicious food and drank the best pumpkin beer ever. Seriously, forget pumpkin spice lattes..... drink this instead...

BIGORANGEBURGER and Schlafly Pumpkin Ale

We saw Gravity in 3D and Captain Phillips, both were 5 stars in my book. Usually I can't handle 3D movies, I get sick and just want the movie to end, but Gravity wasn't like that. They didn't move fast (yaknow, because they're in space) so that probably helped my 3Ditus.

that annoying girl taking pictures of her winter boots was totally me. Get over it.
They're Uggs BTW. no fur was involved.

The ONLY thing that bothered me about Gravity was that her hair didn't move like how it's supposed to in space. Because I went to NASA University and all. NBD.

No but seriously all and all it was a good movie.

Moving on, to the exciting part of this post. I'm starting a 7 day juice tomorrow. It's not to lose weight, so chill, it's just to get rid of some of the toxins/cheeseburgers in my body. AND no I'm not doing it because of that crazy juicing documentary that's going around. I would never do it for more than a week, mostly because I like Chipotle too much and I would be a miserable mess if I couldn't have real food. I'm using this website to get started and I'll write about it on Thursday, although tomorrow will be my first real day. For now, I'm going to eat an entire pizza.... and I'm not kidding.


-Max

Blurry Wednesday

What a day!! This morning was an absolute blur... literally. 

I went to an optometrist where the doctor dilated my eyes. She told me my vision would be blurry for a couple of hours, but um, she forgot to mention that I'll be half blind most of the day and that the sun will burn my eyes out. Don't worry though, I totally played it cool and basically drove home with my eyes closed. I'm really good at that.

Before the eventful ride home and after the blur drops were put in my eyes I was able to look at the glasses and choose the lens' that I wanted. This is brilliant on their part because 1) I couldn't see the prices to save my life and 2) I'm sure they got a good laugh as I was dropping glasses, shoving them in the wrong spot, and saying all of them look so awesome on me. When in reality, they could have handed me $300 construction goggles and I would have totally bought them....

... with the matching hat. 

Picking out glasses is no easy task. You have Michael Kors, Coach, Ray Ban, Juicy, you name it, the brand probably makes it. And of course, they come in every color you can imagine. You've got red, maroon, light red, sparkly red, red that doesn't look red but it sometimes looks red. It was a stressful time for me. So stressful. I just wanted something stylish, but not too stylish and not too hipster. 

too hipster, but super cute

I love those. now i want them.

They need to be something that could potentially make a TV debut in the future, and since they're so EXPENSIVE, something that I'll wear for a long time. I eventually landed on these from banana republic... 

They fit my face so well (or at least, I think they did...) and they're in between stylish - professional. I then had to make the big decision if I wanted brown or black. WHYYYYY!!! I want both, can we just make this a package deal? No. So, in true girl fashion, I spent the next 30 minutes contemplating my wardrobe on whether brown or black would match anything. Turns out, I have nothing to match brown OR black. Kidding.... sort of. I went ahead and chose brown. 

They could easily pass as black and they were practically made to go with all of my winter boots. It was a win-win situation. It'll take a week before I can come pick them up, and when I do you'll know about it via the 100 pictures I'll post on instagram. 

In the meantime, I'll be squinting my way through the internet looking at what glasses Jennifer Anniston wears. They may or may not be added to my Christmas list. 

-Max

Miley Can Sit With Us

Happy Monday!! something tells me I'm late saying that -- oh wait, I am. It's 7:00 p.m. Well, whatever, I'm here saying it! When you're not working you tend to forget what day it is, unless it's Saturday. That's because the only thing on TV is football and traffic is outrageous on the roads and at the grocery store.

This is why I do my shopping on Monday now... and for the first time since we've been living in Little Rock, I didn't have to use my GPS to get home today. Hashtag dream big.

Arkansas was good to me this this weekend! I met some new military wives, who are hilarious and fabulous. We got our nails done and had some lunch.

That's the only picture I took. Clearly, I've forgotten how to blog.

On Sunday, another wife and her husband invited me to hike Pinnacle Mountain with them. It's about a 3 mile hike around, and it's always beautiful on top. Nate was off doing air force shenanigans back in Texas.

before I forget, who witnessed Miley on SNL and on the TODAY show? If you missed it on instagram, I made this video of my reaction to the first 5 minutes.

It tells you a lot. I also caught her interview with Matt Lauer this morning where she called him an old man with no sex drive. He laughed and got over it in true Matt fashion, but I can only think about what he really wanted to say. I would have been speechless!

Here's the deal... I like Miley. I really do. Am I totally confused at what she does sometimes? absolutely. Do I miss her long hair? Everyday. I hate the fact that she compares herself to Britney Spears -- they're nothing alike (besides the shaved head thing... which we're not getting into). I honestly DO LIKE her music. It makes me run faster when I'm working out. If we were in high school, she would sit at my table and I would remind her that on Wednesdays we wear pink.

That's all I have today because I'm lame and forgot to take pictures of all of my activities. I can't wait to get this blog of mine pretty -- don't worry, it's in the works ;-)

-Max

It's October 3rd.

and you know what that means... 

Am I the only one who thinks this year has flown by? How on earth is it already October? Maybe it's because on New Years I was hoping the months would go by faster so I could see Nate sooner. He returned from a deployment in March (our first) and it was all I could think about for about a month or two or three.

This year has been a year full of firsts for us. We got our first dog (there will be many more, he just doesn't know it yet), I ran my first half-marathon, Nate proposed for the first time, we got married for the first time (what. you never know), we sold and bought a house together, and now for the first time in a decade... I'm not working.

and I hate it.

Hear me out. I get why stay-at-home moms stay at home. There's a ton of stuff to do. You've got kids to watch 24/7, dishes, vacuuming, errands, baking, dinner making, arts and crafts, karate, dance, football, gymnastics, doctors office.... and the list goes on. Honestly, I don't know how working moms make it work.

I want to know what stay-at-home wives do. I'm making lists every day to try and keep busy, but the chores are done by noon and I'm not about to read a book until 6:00. Sorry... I just can't do it. I've painted my nails, walked the dog a thousand times, gone to Target for no reason, washed the sheets for no reason, RE-FOLDED(that word looks weird) THE LAUNDRY. Y'all I'm going crazy. I'm so crazy, I've even made a new years resolution list and #1 is to be patient. I know I have a dream job here somewhere in Little Rock, I just have to find it. I mean, I've only been here 2 weeks.....

Besides being bored/the best dog mom ever, I've done some things I've never done before around the house. Like, ya know, drained the hot water heater. Long story short: the gas company shut our gas off because the previous owners scheduled to shut it off that day... they didn't get the memo that the gas was in my name now, so they turned it off. Anyway, when they turned the gas back on I wanted to take a hot bath. But wait...

Yes.

So I call Nate while he's busy doing Air Force things, and he tells me to drain the hot water heater. Y'all. DO I LOOK LIKE BOB THE BUILDER?! No. He sends me youtube links/instructions on what to do... but still, I was not made for jobs like this. After watching 200 videos on water heaters, I put my thinking cap on and went to work.

and now everything is perfect... you're welcome. I've also painted this chalkboard black....

It obviously still needs to be attached to the wall.

AND yard work.

AND... that's all. Ha! Just call me stay-at-home-bob-the-builder. Byyyye!!

-Max

All Moved In

[Before I get started, I really do love you guys. Is it weird to love people you've never met/barely know? No, no it's not, especially in the blogging world.]

I know this place is empty and I'm working on getting it pretty, and that goes for this blog and our new home. We sold a majority/all of our furniture when we moved to Little Rock...

...wanna come over and watch TV? no.
Good news is... we sold my husbands blue couch.

I promised I wouldn't talk bad about it anymore (he's sensitive towards his decorating) instead, I'll let you talk bad about it for me. I mean, it's nice..... but it's blue.

Ok moving on, before I get into trouble.

We've been married for almost a month (Oct. 4th will be our one month anniversary), and I'll be completely honest with you and say our first month has been fun, yet challenging. We moved to Arkansas by ourselves... literally. No movers. No one to pack my dishes. No HELP! Since Nate is in the military, this is good. We make money because we save them money -- make sense? I should add that usually the military will move you because they're forcing you to move. But NOPE! Nate said, "you're strong, you can do this" .... ya.... totally. This was before I got hurt and before we realized how heavy our boxes/select furniture were. I also didn't think we would be moving in the rain, because ya know, it never rains in Texas.

Texas house

But on this particular day, it decided to downpour. This made moving things in the truck difficult because rain usually makes things slick. I took a pretty hard slip and slammed my left leg into the metal rail. It's still purple/blue and a little swollen.... this makes two injuries last month.

pretty colors

I hurt my lower back while power snatching in CrossFit. I don't like talking about it because it's all my fault and it just frustrates me. I can't do anything without it hurting, which is why I'm finally going to the doctor about it. When I first hurt it, I could barely get out of bed/do anything normal. I went to my doctor to make sure it wasn't my spine and he gave me some muscle relaxers. Those worked for a couple days and eventually my pain went away. Until recently. So... to another doctor I go!

Emily (our dog) is loving our new home! She loves it so much she decided to poop on the floor when we first got there. Later that night, she pooped on the floor again. But, just in case you're wondering, her pooping is under control and it's outside. She was just... confused? It happens to all of us....

I later realized that there's poop in the background of Emily. See it? 

there's actually TREES here y'all. It's fun until this... 

Anyway, she got herself a boofriend. He likes to sit on top of their table and watch as she plays in the yard. It's level 10 creepy, but as long as he doesn't touch her/sneak in the yard... we're good. There will be no Teen Moms in the household. #bye

She seems to be loving everything about our new place, especially the fact that we only have one chair in the living room...

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-max