i want to ride my bicycle. i want to ride my bike.

ronnie took the dogs for a walk

and came back with a gift.

my very own vintage bike.

rust and all.

i like the basket.

and ronnie likes the chain cover.

our elderly neighbors were going to put it in their garage sale this weekend

and sold it to ronnie for $20.

bike rides will commence immediately.

and by immediately, i mean, when ronnie puts new tires on.

best quote from ronaldo?

every wicked witch needs their own bike.

you'd have to understand ronnie and i to get the humor.

da da na na na na - da da na na na na. [wicked witch music]

lipstick, diamonds, champagne & rock and roll

i went to see miranda back in 2010.

kass missed out and we wanted to give her another chance to go.

we loved her.

i think she was even better than she was the first time around.

and i still think we could be friends.

the real reason

more important than a night out on the town with my ol' college roomie,

is seeing her little boy, crosby,

helping fanger celebrate her little one who is due in july

and giving ronnie and i a weekend away.

so we headed out on our road trip

and dreamed of houses we would build one day.

and followed I70 all the way there.

mr. crosby was as handsome as ever.

and such a big boy.

much different than the baby i met months ago.

and the next day i went to pro-fessional baby shower.

it was straight out of magazine

but my favorite was seeing all my gal pals that i never get to see

and celebrating baby menz with fanger.

isn't she incredibly cute and still so tiny?

she's my pregnant body idol.

i can't wait to go back soon.

my margie

i skipped my diet for a couple of days

so i could travel, not only to st. louis,

but also back in time.

you can't stop two old college roomies

from drinking beer in the bathroom while getting ready,

drinking beer with dinner,

followed by drinking beer at a bar.

that's just the way we roll.

boom.

even if i was only there for 24 hours,

it was a much needed 24 hours with my marge and her family.

love her.

week three

i hit a wall.

i don't want to talk about it.

there is no change.

at this rate,

i have seven more weeks to go.

(at a 2lb per week weight loss)

i'm sure my mexican fiesta last night didn't help

and neither did the ice cream cake that followed,

but we had a 'girls only' dinner - and that calls for some calories.

to make myself feel better i got up this morning at 5:30 and went running.

i should probably do that more often.

whatevs.

total weight loss:

still 6 lbs.

a look back:

week one

week two

death on the toilet

dying on the toilet.

pretty much the worst way to go.

it started by taking my dogs for a walk.

ronnie was out of town and i wanted something to do.

i leashed them up and headed out, leaving my front door wide open.

we came back 30 minutes later and i had to go to the bathroom.

so i opened my front door and ran inside.

my dogs were going crazy.

barking and running around.

i didn't hit me until i was mid-stream (tmi?) that my front door was closed.

oh my god.

someone is in my house.

my dogs are still running up and down the hallway barking.

thought #1: i can't believe my idiot dogs can't find the attacker hiding in my bedroom.

thought #2: i can't believe i'm going to die on the pot.

jesus christ.

i could see the headlines:

local girl found dead with her pants down.

as soon as i was done, i rushed out,

(silently thanking my attacker for letting me finish)

grabbed my phone and made a dash for the backdoor while

screaming for my puppies to follow me.

once we made it outside safely, i felt much better.

i knew that if someone tried coming at me now

i could either scream bloody murder or make a run for it.

so i called ronnie.

he didn't answer.

you bitch. your wife almost died and you didn't pick up the phone.

so then i called my parents and my mom answers her cell phone.

the first words out of her mouth were,

"we must have just missed you, we tried stopping by your house

but no one was there."

sweet relief.

i explained to her that i was sitting on my back deck because

i thought someone was in my house trying to get me,

 all because they closed my front door.

they thought it was funny.

i did not.

bordom = spending

ronnie and i have had a lazy couple weekends.

we've been cuddling our puppies and staying in.

i finished 'the girl with the dragon tattoo'

and we've now seen 'the descendants' and 'hangover 2'.

but when we get really bored

and feel the need to get out of the house

we shop.

i'm not a great shopper.

i get over it pretty fast,

but ronnie enjoys it

and it gives us an excuse to eat lunch out

and walk around for a couple hours.

here are a few of the things i bought:

 gray maxi skirt

gap



black and white striped tank

gap

navy army jacket

gap

mint green sunglasses

target

and a few other things i don't have pictures for.

and after, ronnie and i went back to exactly what we were doing before.

nothing.