Today, it is official

What better way to start your weekend than to get married, right? Well, that’s what I’m doing. Even though our “big” ceremony isn’t for another week, we’re taking care of the legalities today. While we could’ve done the whole legal wedding in Mexico, they really make it a pain in the butt, so we’re getting hitched right here in the States.

It’s a bittersweet kinda day. While my mom and brother will be at the big ceremony, I’m still missing so many people. Folks I always imagined would be there when I got married. I realize that people don’t live forever, but that fact isn’t able to change the little bit of sadness that is trying to creep in.

Reality says that my grandparents likely wouldn’t make it to my wedding, particularly seeing as how I’ve waited damn near forever to actually get married. I really thought that my dad would be there to give me away though. Cancer stole that dream from me. I can only take solace in the thought that they’ll all be watching from above and they’ll all be happy for me. Maybe they’ll even throw their own little party. 🙂

I don’t suppose that I can reiterate enough how much I am ready to leave Miami. Of all the places that I have lived (and I’ll count lived as I stayed there for more than 2 months), Miami is my least favorite. It isn’t all that they show you on TV. Actually, it’s almost none of that. Sure, there are people living that life you see on TV, but that’s not for you and me, unfortunately. I could go on and on about why I’m ready to go, but I won’t. Suffice it to say, it’s been a long five years.

On a happier, or at least funnier note, I have to try to shop for makeup soon. I also need someone to teach me how to put it on properly. Damn you, Van Meter Road! Growing up with mostly boys I didn’t learn this kinda stuff. But hell, I can change oil, tires, and brakes so I guess I’m really a leg up.

There is still much to be done and I keep procrastinating. I guess I really should get moving. Have a wonderful weekend all!


The soon to be Mrs. Burkes-Garcia

Who’s at my door?

Yesterday, in the hot minute I have between getting home and starting dinner, I managed to unpackage my new X Pole and get it into its carrying case home.  I was just about to start up the stairs with it (this thing is freaking heavy!!) when someone knocked on the door.  With pole still in tow, I went over to the door and looked through the glass.

We have the goofy kind of glass that you can only sorta see through and the person outside can certainly see you if you've come to the door.  When I looked out, I only saw jeans and sneakers and assumed it was Lovey's BFF.  As such, I opened the door only to be stared in the face by two gentlemen sporting Comcast shirts.

Slightly confused, I blurted out, "We don't have Comcast".  Oh, I should mention that I've been getting phone calls for the last two days trying to confirm my appointment with Comcast.  Coincidence?  My opening line didn't even faze these guys.  They jumped right in with their sales pitch.  Went a little something like this: (CG1 & CG2 are Comcast Guys)

CG1: Yes, we know you don't have Comcast, that's why we're here.

Me:   Oh.  Well, unless you can give me every football game every week, I'll NEVER switch to Comcast.

CG2: (in a kinda nasty tone) Oh, you're one of those people.  Sunday Direct Ticket.

Me:   That's right.

CG1: Well, you know, you're paying a whole bunch extra for just a couple of good games…

Me:   Look, I'm Pittsburgh born and raised.  I WILL see my Steelers, in my house, on my TV, every week, without fail, end of story.

CG2: (eye roll)

CG1:  Okay, okay.  Well, who do you have for your phone and internet service?

Me:   (at this point, the pole is REALLY heavy and I want them to go away but can't bring myself to just shut the door…time to embellish a little)  Ugh, I don't know.  BellSouth, I think.

CG1:  Well, if you don't mind me asking, how much do you pay a month?

Me:   (I kinda do mind you asking so now I'm going to flat out lie to you.)  Look dude, I don't know.  I don't pay the bills.  That's not my job.  It's also why I don't care how much DirecTv costs, how much Sunday Ticket costs, or how much the phone costs.  (I know what providers we have and where every penny goes.)

CG1:  (totally deflated)  Well, okay.  Thanks for your time.

Me:  No problem.

Close door.

So the real question is, since when did Comcast start going door-to-door like they're Jehova's Witnesses?!?! (no disrespect to the Jehova's)

Day 2 of 90 – the torture continues. Now with 23!

If you’re reading this, you’re either in the ‘hood or you’ve been invited depending on which site you’re reading.  I’ve been forced into lockdown mode due to The Man snooping around.  As with most folks, there are some things that I feel The Man doesn’t need to know.  Wait, make that I feel that The Man doesn’t need to know anything about me.  Isn’t that just terrible?  No matter, my time on lockdown is limited and soon I will return to my full-on, open to the world blogging.

Due to a lack of football and my really missing it, I run my countdown football style.  Right now we are closing out the final week of the season.  So, do the math and you can figure out when my own personal Super Bowl is.  I keep a note where it can be seen at all times and I actually borrow a line from OchoCinco reminding myself to be great every day.  It also reminds me how far along in the season I am and also to stay in the game.  I’m around 95% sure that anyone else who saw my little note would just shrug it off as “man, she’s crazy” and that’s just the way I like it.

Today’s P90X torture was Arms and Shoulders plus Abs.  I was able to make it through Arms and Shoulders, but the Ab workout was the most horrific thing I’ve ever seen or tried.  I am no stranger to ab workouts either.  I typically get two good ones in a week over at ye ole pole class, but this blew those away.  All I can do is be hopeful that the next time that workout rolls around that my abs will bring their A game.  On the up side of all of this, my clothes are starting to fit a lot better and I’m overall feeling better about myself.  So, SCORE!

Do you want to read about wedding stuff?  Maybe?  Okay, well skip ahead if you don’t and keep going if you do.  All is going swimmingly with the planning.  Not really much to do and I like it that way.  Still have to dress the child and the groom (which somehow is my responsibility…the child, sure, but the groom should be able to handle this on his own) but I do at least have ideas for them.  Even though I bought my dress over a month ago, I don’t have my first fitting for another month still.  By then, I should be well on my way to a rocking hawt bod.  Must resist the temptation to buy a shit ton of new clothes for honeymoon week.

I’ll keep this from getting too long-winded here.  I hope that all my readership is well and as always, I thank you for visiting.  Come back tomorrow for more rambling from my slightly bent mind. 🙂



Day 1 of 90 – The torture begins

Hi there. 🙂

So, as you may or may not know, in 89 days, on a beautiful beach in Cancun, I'll be sporting a wedding dress and getting married to my Lovey. Pretty normal to want to look your best for that particular occasion, no? In anticipation for this festive occasion and all of the bikini wearing madness that will go along with it, today I started P90X. If you're at all like me and can't help but to watch infomercials, maybe you've seen it. What it boils down to is it's a workout that tries to kill you. Yay!

There's no real working your way into it on the first day or in the first week. This guy just throws it at you like you're learning dodgeball from Patches O'Houlihan. "If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball!" Typically, I don't get sore from a good workout until the next day. I'm already feeling it 12 hours later. Doesn't make for a good sign for tomorrow.

As with any exercise program, they give a diet to go along with it.  Usually I ignore these types of things and just try to eat healthy, but this time, I'm going to try to not follow it exactly, but at least try to come close.  One of the biggest issues is having to eat 5 smalls a day.  If you're not accustomed to it, it's a lot harder than one would think.  Breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner.  And another snack before bed if I get hungry.  So. Much. Food!  I guess I need it to stay functional though.

I have a feeling that lifting my arms tomorrow may be a challenge…..

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