Fanjayas. Really people, really?

But, damnit, The Bachelor has sucked me back in. I was so strong, for so long.

Okay, a couple things. While I do believe that Andy is simply adorable, I think he’s kind of a tool. I am sure you agree with me. When the whores (cough), I mean ladies were arriving, he was saying the DUMBEST things to them. But, I suppose I shouldn’t be making fun of an Iron Man Triathelete, an MD, a Philanthropist, and a member of the Armed Forces all at the same time, right?

Moving right along. Some of these girls are CRAZY. I spent the first episode writing notes to most of them, and here they are.

Dear Lindsay,

Hi, how are you? No, you did not just hear me talking shit about you. Yes, I will say whatever I have to your face. Here goes: Your dress? Not flattering. At all. Also, you are a raving lunatic.

Love,
Rhiannon
P.S. I am sure you made your parents so proud of you after your little rant. Good luck at school next term!

Dear Linda,

How are you? I really liked you at first, but I have to tell you one thing. Are you open for feedback? You are! Great. Okay, doing push-ups in a dress = NOT LADYLIKE. Also, you kinda seem stalkerish.

Toodles,

Rhiannon

Dear Nicole

Your dress is hideous. You know you only got a rose because you made that damn cake.

Your weeks are numbered,

Rhiannon
P.S. You cannot substitute tequila for eggs. Did you not take home ec?

I am putting my early money on Peyton (they have the same birthday after all), and Bevin (because I think she’s lovely and I like her name.)

That is all for now.

The lovely Carrisa came up with the 30 Day I Challenge. And, because I am a sucker, and also because I hate being left out, I joined.

So, what did I challenge myself to do you ask? Well, remember how a while ago I was all, ” I am so training for a 1/2 marathon.” And, then remember how you never heard of it again? Well, I SUCK. I started training and found that I was in shitty shape. So, I quit. But, what I should have done was at least continued to work out, etc. Right? Well, I didn’t. I sat on my ass and ate french fries. So, I have challenged myself to run 3 times a week on my new treadmill, and on the other days, do something physical. I have defined physical as the following:

- a walk on my lunch hour
- weeding in my yard (I live on a hill, believe me, this is a workout)
- my Yoga or Pilates DVDs (for the record, my mother gave me these for my 26th birthday, they are still in the plastic and I am 28 now.)

Day 1 was yesterday, I did not do anything as we had a birthday party to attend (Happy Birthday London!! You’re so big!) and icky errands such as Home Depot (HATE!).

BUT! Day 2, today, I had plans to meet a friend for a quick happy hour bite after work (we went to District, in the Pearl I ate Mushroom Gnocchi and Crab Cakes, YUM!). Then, I had to run and grab a prescription, and low and behold, it’s 7 o’clock before I arrive home. I dawdled for a while, but then, got off my ass and proceeded to run 1 mile on the brand new shiny treadmill.

Now, I know that one mile is not long. But, let me repeat, that my preferred pastime is sitting on aforementioned ass. So, hooray for me!!

And, now is the part of this blog post where I tell you that I am going to HAWAII! Tickets are booked, details to follow. But, let me ask you this: should Zane and I totally elope while we’re there?