Well…first, I should apologize for being a terrible blogger. But WAIT, before I get  people yelling at me in the comments, or on text or Facebook posts or emails (or not at all because who am I kidding, like 3 people including my parents read this blog) I have a pretty good excuse.  Or at least I think I do.  Since my last post, a lot of things have changed in my world, and admittedly, it was hard to keep up with them all and write them down at the same time.   First, I moved from what has been my hometown for the past 20 years to a new city,  changed jobs, and ultimately downsized from a house to a really tiny apartment.  With 2 cats.  So it’s been a little crazy the last few months and I didn’t know how to put all that into a blog post.  I think I would have had an easier time conveying it with emojis (????????????????????????????????????????????????????????). Yep, that WAS actually easier. But change is supposed to be good, right?   So, now that things have finally settled down and I’ve found my groove again, I wanted to give you guys a big update!  Because you miss me!  Awww, that’s sweet. I can practically hear all 3 of you nodding in agreement, thanks guys.  Anyway, here is a a short list of fun, weird and unexpected things that have happened to me since I moved.

1.) Moving.  I’m fully convinced that the moving process is a pretty terrible experience on the whole.   Right up there with a root canal or getting a flat tire in the dead of summer when it’s 105 with a heat index of 1 million.  Which is basically every summer day in Oklahoma, but I’ve learned that complaining about the weather is pointless (although satisfying). But, really, OH DEAR LORD why is it so hot???  I mean, I didn’t even have to look that hard for that link, I just googled “Oklahoma” and before I even got the whole state typed in, Google was all, “oh you mean the forecast for the surface of Mars?  Here you go.”

But, anyway, I moved on a Monday morning and started my new job on Wednesday, so it was kind of a super rushed and mostly stressful situation.  Thankfully, I had a lot of friends helping me pack over the weekend, but still, that morning one of my girlfriends had to come over and basically just stuff crap into baskets and wrap them with plastic wrap.  It looked like my whole house was a gift from Harry & David’s. I’ve moved several times in my life in the past decade, but this was the first time with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, which added a whole new level of torture to the experience.  The movers came at about 8 am, and  I put Jules and Gigi in my bedroom so they wouldn’t get too freaked out before we got in the car to drive to OKC.  Jules decided the way to be the most helpful was to stand at the door and sing me the song of his people for 4 hours.  Then, they got moved to the bathroom, which worked out well for Jules because the acoustics are much better in there.  He pretty much sounded like Celine Dion.  If Celine was on fire.  It took about 6 hours to load everything up – oh wait,  did I mention it was raining?  Because it was.  Literally, pouring the whole time.  But, we finally hit the road with the cats in their carrying cases, which were carefully researched and purchased weeks before the move to make the entire process as painless as possible.  Naturally, they revolted like the kids from District 13, so to save my own sanity, I actually let them out.  While going 85 down a turnpike in the pouring rain.  Probably not the smartest decision I’ve ever made, but I was pretty frazzled by this point and it was either let them out, or pull over onto the side of the road and cry.  Fortunately Jules just curled up on my lap and Gigi found a spot in my bedding in the backseat where she could lie down, but still stare daggers through the back of my head, so it worked out okay.  We got to OKC, unloaded, and we were finally at our new home.  I made sure everyone was settled and went to a nearby restaurant and ordered the biggest cheeseburger I could find and drank about a pitcher of beer. Then I came back to my apartment, surveyed my new surroundings, and thought, what the hell have I gotten myself into this time?  Fortunately for all parties involved, we seem to be adjusting just fine so far, and loving the OKC life.


It’s almost like the trauma from the move actually made them LIKE each other.

2.) Meeting famous people.  A few kind of fun and bizarre things happened in rapid succession when I came to OKC.  First, I went to my neighborhood bar the weekend after I moved and ended up chatting with a few Thunder players over a plate of nachos (I was eating my feelings, okay?).  I’m a pretty big fan of these guys, so even though I was trying to play it cool, I was actually kind of freaking out.  Like, “oh I’m just really interested in this article I’m reading on my phone”, but I was actually texting everyone I knew, and trying to figure out a sly way to take a picture.  I was especially excited to be sitting by Nick Collison, since I’ve had a crush on him since college when he played at KU.  I came home from dinner and told the cats I met their new daddy, but I haven’t seen him since so I guess that was not the future he’d envisioned.

Next, I met Lindsey Buckingham on a downtown street in the middle of the day while waiting for a cheeseburger with my uncle and cousin (see above re eating my feelings).  Being the classy broad I am, I yelled LINDSEY at the top of my lungs and ran and took and picture with him. Then I told him that Fleetwood Mac was one of the top 5 concerts I’d ever seen.  At the time it seemed like a huge compliment, but I’m pretty sure he was thinking, “Seriously?  We’re one of the greatest bands of all time, but glad we made your top 5, lady.”  But he would say it with a British accent and it would sound charming instead of sarcastic.  Anyway, picture proof below. Please don’t comment on the fact that it looks like I’m about to eat him.

He seems pleased, don’t you think?

3.) Changing my habits.  So, I’ve managed to lose 12 pounds in the last 2 months. Seriously.  After literally eating my way through OKC – see picture above – I finally got a grip and started leading a much healthier lifestyle.  My blood pressure even went down 20 points! And yes, I am at the age where BP counts.  The nurse who took my last reading must have thought I was insane because I made her take it twice to be sure it had really gone down that much.  Having said that, one of the things I want to start doing with the blog is to feature some posts that focus on healthier living…or at least what that means to me.  I’m going to start posting workouts I’ve either found online or cobbled together from Pinterest, or maybe even exercises I remember from old basketball practices. (Suicides and defensive shuffles anyone?).   I also want to post some recipes I’ve found that have helped me stay on track, although I’m not much of a cook, so don’t expect miracles.  But I can make a mean overnight oatmeal!  I still have a long way to go to becoming fit and healthy again, but I’m happy I’m at least on the right track, and I know we could all use some extra tips and tricks that can work for real people.

12 pounds down! Also, loving getting to spend time with this girl now that we share the same zip code again!

Plus blogging about healthier choices will serve as accountability for me.  And since we all know I like to pound grape* with the best of them, I need all the accountability I can get!

Glad to be back kids, and for those who have asked (Kristin), LA Story Part II is coming up soon!

*I’ve been watching a lot of Cougar Town reruns lately.  Just wait…it’s in there.  And stop judging, it’s funny.

But really, who wants wine???