Rule #1: Clothing Optional

B and I have officially reached the point of being half dressed around the apartment without it being weird...as long as Sean isn't here. That would just be awkward.

Today I was too lazy to get dressed so I was chilling in the living room in a t-shirt sans pants.

When B went into her bedroom to change so did I because I needed to get my grocery shopping done.

She came out sans pants to look at the full length mirror I just bought and said, "Oh, you put your pants on?"

I told her I didn't realize we were having a no pants party. And we both just laughed (which is the usual around BJ House) at the lack of pants that was happening around the apartment.

I just love how she asked that question as if it was crazy for me to get dressed. I love you B!


We need to talk...

I hate hearing that phrase. I always expect something terrible to come after.

"I have to tell you something."

That's another one.

Yes, the way these phrases are said does make a difference, but when someone comes at you with those words and a serious tone RUN! Nothing good ever follows. Ever.

Unless you live with B because she likes to use those phrases for shits and giggles.

But if you get the "Oh my gawd girl, you'll never believe..." then you know it's most likely not something that's going to make you cry. Yay!


Recession Proof

From B: (412): I don't think of it as I'm taking a pole dancing class...it's more like I'm making myself recession proof.

We'll said. I always called it my backup plan, but I like the way recession proof sounds.

The road to stripperville is a long and bloody one. Sacrifices have been made. I have lost skin off my feet, gained some new interesting bruises, and got pole burn on my hand. I haven't even started the actual pole classes yet. I can only imagine the injuries to come!

Jes, Mandy, and I have taken the introductory sampler, tie me up, jiggle it, cardio pole, and floor play.

Tie me up, tie me down. owww! This class was prob my second favorite. Who doesn't like handcuffs? We learned a really cool chair trick that I would demonstrate on the blog, but I would like to keep this PG-13ish. I don't really remember much else that happened because this was wayyyy back in June. But I remember that we had fun. My skills have gone to waste, but I will still add it to my TW Resume. Jes, however, is the bomb. She might have to teach me some of her tricks! Maybe we could have PLT class in my living room sometime. Ladies, bring yo chair over because ours are too tall and we will probably fall off and die. And there is nothing seductive about that!

Jiggle it. Probably my fave. It is impossible to not have fun when you are jiggling it for an hour. We had no idea we would sweat as much as we did. We were disgusting by the time we left. We tried to show the RKlub girls some of the skills we learned, but they weren't really digging it. Whatever. Their loss. I'm starting to have withdraws because I noticed I was singing Booty Wurk all last weekend and well, doing booty wurk. This would be wayyyy less awkward if it wasn't grocery shopping day. To the guys that saw me in the butter aisle, you're welcome.

Cardio pole. 75% of the class was an actual workout. This would have been fine had Jes and I not attended bootcamp that morning. I was a little beat down. Ok, I was totally sore and wanted to die. As usual I manned up and got to it. Jes and I were pole partners. Things were going along painfully enough until she made us do pole climbs. I was an utter failure. I felt like I was back in elementary school all over again being forced to climb the rope (which I could never do). ugh. I tried so hard, but it was def working against me that my whole body was slick with sweat. I had interesting bruises on my arms from that little excursion. When doing pole body rolls Jes said it was like we were having sex...together. Haha. What made it even better is that the music cut off right as she was saying the "sex together" part. I.Die. from laughter! We ended this session with pole spotlighting. I may have opened up with the robot. Next time Jes and I decided we'd bring some $$ to take turns making it rain. haha.

Floor play. You are dead to me. I am not a fan. Every bone that protrudes out of the front of my body was injured at some point during class. I haven't mastered body rolls while laying at a 45 degree angle. It was frustrating. About halfway through Mandy asked if we could leave, but we decided to stick it out. I kind of wish we would have left. ha. Despite wearing tights, my body still wouldn't slide on the floor. If there is a next time, I will def wear socks because the slides took the skin off of my feet. Yay!

Despite the failures, we have had many success (see booty wurk and tie me up)! Hopefully soon I can convince the girls to commit to Pole 1! (Jes, Mandy - hint, hint!)


Naked Baking

Just kidding. I could get burned.

Safety first, so I wore my apron!

Pioneer Woman makes the most delicious looking things. I have been following her food blog for a while, and have bookmarked mannnnyyyyy recipes. I decided it was finally time to give them a try. And what more of a delicious place to start than with Knock You Naked Brownies?

These bad boys are easy and quick to make and are delicious beyond delicious!

Knock You Naked Brownies
by the Pioneer Woman

1 box German Chocolate Cake Mix (Duncan Hines)
1 c Pecans (optional...I left them out)
1/3 c Evaporated Milk
1/2 c Evaporated Milk (additional)
1/2 c Melted Butter
60 Whole Unwrapped Caramels (appx. 1 large bag)
1/3 c Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips
1/4 c Powdered Sugar

  1. Preheat oven to 350.
  2. In a large bowl mix together cake mix, chopped pecans (optional), 1/3 c evaporated milk, and melted butter.
  3. Divide dough in half and press half into a greased brownie pan (appx 9X9). Bake 10 minutes, then remove and set aside.
  4. Melt caramels  and 1/2 c evaporated milk in the microwave. Stir in 1 minute intervals until melted. Pour over cooked brownie base and sprinkle with chocolate chips.
  5. Roll out remaining dough onto flowered wax paper to be about the shape of the pan. Flip wax paper over to place dough as the top layer in the brownie pan. 
  6. Bake 20-25 minutes. Remove and let cool and refrigerate (this will help the caramel to set). 
  7. Serve with a nice layer of powdered sugar on top.
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I took these to dinner with Kari. I think her taste buds were overwhelmed with the flavors and sweetness of it all! She loved them so much that she kept some for later!


So...I turned 25 last month.

What, people live to be that old?

Yes, yes they do.

I'm not going to lie, it hurt a little bit. I hate to sound crazy (I guess that's a lie if you have been reading my posts), but I did cry a couple of times in the two weeks leading up to it. Don't worry, I'm fine now.

The girls at work decorated my cube and taped a lot of the stuff on my desk down. It was actually pretty funny. Edward was even excited about it!
What? You don't have a picture of Edward on your computer too? Weird.
We had team lunch at Cheesecake Factory to celebrate with a Zack Morris look a like waiter. I wanted to ask him where his huge phone was, but I don't think anyone besides Stacy would have found that amusing. Stacy said she almost called me at midnight to say “your life is over” and hang up. That would have been hilarious, but I might have agreed and cried. (yes, I’m aware that 25 isn’t the end of the world, geez. I’m just a little dramatic sometimes).
Happy Birthday to me, bitches!

That evening Jes and I went to our first BodyJam class to celebrate the big 25 and we met BodyPump Brian. And fell in love. Haha.

The big celebration went down that Friday, and B sent me this that morning: (678): ever have one of those nights where you feel like you should leave the house with your insurance card? that is tonight, my friend.

I love her. She totes gets me! And yes, we did have our insurance cards with us, just in case it got outta control!

I was so happy to have all of the girls come out! I’m sure it was torturous for some of them since they don’t like the kind of bars that B and I do, but they didn’t complain since it was my bday. Thanks for taking one for the team girls! 

Jesi, Mandy, Mandy, Me, B, Kat, Sonya
Steven was the only husband that showed up. I’m sure he had an awesome time chaperoning us! hahaha. Paul and Rick even stopped by for a bit! We even ran into Daniel. That was a little awkward but not terrible. But I don’t do well with unexpected things. 
Thanks for coming Steven!
We had dinner at Ruby’s (duh, where else), went to Wonder bar, and ended our night at Red Door (thanks for not giving us any probs, Edward Scissor Hands). The whole night was basically a dance party with lots of shots. The theme may or may not have been "Let's get naked wasted."
H-town H-yeah girls!


"George Washington, you dirty Bitch" - B

 "George Washington you m efffer." - Me

Tonight B and I had roommate dinner date night at Molina's.

We were talking about scheduling time off for the biggest holidays of the year when I asked B what day did Thanksgiving actually happen on.

She told me she doesn't know, but she does know the rhyme: Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492.

So then we proceeded to google the actual date he discovered America.

When I pulled it up it hit me that Christopher Columbus and Thanksgiving are NOT the same thing. BTW Thanksgiving is not a day dedicated to giving thanks for Columbus discovered America.

WTF is wrong with us? I guess I should have paid more attention in history...and in life. Sometimes I swear we are drunk without actually drinking. Did she spike our water with Grey Goose? She's always doing that...

P.S. Why wasn't every 4th Friday declared Thanksgiving instead of Thursday?