Getting There

Ok, so lots to do today. Very busy. I have all the exciting duties of a housewife: dishes, laundry, walking the dog, vacuuming, etc, but today is also an exciting day. I...am...officially...a...PROFESSIONAL ACTOR now! I know; exciting, right?!? So on top of my daily things-to-do I have to run lines, make corrections, go to auditions (I have another one today at 4pm for a student film), oh it never ends! Like I'd want it to anyway. I went to the trainer yesterday for the "assessment." For the record I have excellent rotation in my shoulders. (Because it's very important, you know...lol) Interesting considering all of the shoulder problems I have in my left shoulder. *tapping chin in deep thought. I am supposed to have my very first session on Monday morning where I get all the numbers. Not really looking forward to that part, but, as they say, it has to get worse before it can get better. I hope that they aren't too right. Wish me luck!

Really? Can I really?

Ok. So I am excited. I'm getting a personal trainer! How exciting. I hate feeling fat. It sucks that just a few months ago I was going to step class 3-5 times a week, and now I am getting out of breath carrying the groceries up three flights of stairs. I HAVE to get in shape or I could die..literally (at least early anyway). My parents both have cardiac issues. My mom has thyroid and knee problems on top of that. Even my sister is taking blood pressure medicine, and she's in her early 30's! I just hate looking at my wedding and honeymoon pics. I mean, they are absolutely irreplacable, and it makes me sick to look at my double chin in my boquet toss pic and my gut in my dress. In some of the pics I swear I look preggers. It looks like a shotgun wedding! I had to be SEWN in my dress by Lori's mom. How embarrassing! I can't wait until I can fit into my jeans from m y freshman year of college (only 5 years ago, mind you). I can't believe I went from being a 4/6 to a 12! It just sucks that I am in my early 20's, and I hate showing off my body. Bathing suit shopping? You can forget that. Fitted tops? Bye-bye to those too. I am just marking off the days until I can wear my clothes again (instead of having to buy new BIGGER ones!). Maybe when I'm 50 and had 10 kids I won't mind being 168 pounds , but, as for now, I'd rather be 135 again (that way my driver's liscense won't be lying...lol!). I'll keep everybody posted on my progress. I'll try to post all my starting information after my assessment and update it every week or two. Wish me luck!

Welcome to My Life...Southern Style

I used to have a blog...four score and many odd moons ago...about all the wonderful antics of a college junior. All of the craziness that went on in my co-ed fraternity, moving into a new apartment with new roommates, and even the adventures of a new relationship (that has now resulted in marriage to my new hubby of three months). But, I digress. Now I wish to move on into a more mature realm (yeah, like that would ever happen!) of a young married woman with a degree and a house and one fateful day, maybe, a job, too.
I guess, if I had to choose, somewhere far away to move from all of my family and friends Savannah would not be the most terrible choice I could make. As a matter of fact, the more I am here the more I am growing to like it. Having always been surrounded by friends and family, and never having moved before moving off to college, it was a little daunting to move to another state (all the way across another state, mind you) where I was at least 4 hours from anyone that knew me and 7 hours from anyone that I was used to seeing on a regular basis. (Yeah, I know, that far!) I blame my husband. He got a job...before I did...so that's how it works. Now I punish him by repeatedly dragging him the 30 minute drive into town so that I can get "out of the apartment" and having all of my friends and family over to visit so that he is constantly having to help me around the apartment to host our guests. It's not that he doesn't like my family and friends. He does. He's just one of those loner guys that would rather sit in a recliner with his laptop and play WOW (World of Warcraft for you computer gamer virgins who have not heard of this 12 million+ online players phenomena) with his brothers than actually meet new people or have face to face conversations. Did I mention he was very shy? I doubt we would have ever started dating had it not been for Theta Tau forcing us to be together for chapter events, but that's another post for days on which I feel like revisiting the last 5 years of my life.
Getting back to it, the last two weekends we have been blessed with a bevy of guests. Two weekends ago it was Quilla, Jorel, Sara, and Matt. This past weekend: My Parents. And there is actually a waiting list for the next month of people making arrangements to come stay with us and visit. (Ha, take that for moving me away from everyone. They shall all descend on you on a weekly basis to enact their rights of visitation upon you. *insert evil laughter here*) But now I am here, all alone, watching tv and the cat trying to paw a toy out from under the bookcase where it has mysteriously disappeared into the black hole for all things small and fun. Until next time...