February Follow-Up and March Goals

Also known as “the post where I make a bunch of excuses.”

1. Start going through my French book

Does getting through 5 pages and a couple conjugation exercises count as “start going through?”  I say yes!  But in March I hope to make it through the entire first chapter.  It’s only 13 pages long anyways.

2. Lift 2x/week.

A+!  I win!  But really, I think I decided I hate lifting.  I don’t know what I’m doing wrong but the only thing that hurts after I lift is the crook of my elbow and my wrists.  Follow up goal for March will be to do push ups twice a week.  Maybe the old-fashioned workout is the best.

3. Realize when I’m in a bad mood and make a concentrated effort to get out of it.

Hi, it’s me happy Lauren.  I won’t say I was in a good mood every minute of every day this month (who was?) but overall, I had a pretty positive month.  Turns out when you stop focusing so intently on being happy, it’s much easier to just be happy.

As for our joint goals…

1. Cut back on the amount of time we spend on our phones.

HA HA!  Nuff said.

2. Joey does the meal planning for two weeks.

This actually went really well!  It was surprisingly easy and pretty enjoyable to give up total control of our meal plan.  I was back to planning again this week but I’m asking Joey to take over the duties again this upcoming week.


As for March, we each have some personal goals that involve reading books and other boring things, but our joint goal for the month is to not eat out!


Which clearly meant I had to take advantage of our last day to go out and get Cold Stone.  Froyo is good and all but sometimes real deal, creamy, full fat, full dairy ice cream is where it’s at.

Believe it or not, we just thought this would be a fun challenge for the both of us to do together.  Plus it’ll be a big money saver.  I will say that we’re going to visit Joey’s grandparents in Arizona this month and probably won’t be able to avoid going out while we’re there (I’m not about to pack a weeks worth of food in my suitcase), but we’re letting that slide.  The point isn’t to punish ourselves, after all.  And it’s only a month.  Should be easy, right?


Was February a good month for you?

Ice cream or froyo?

Could you go an entire month without eating out?

Weekend Things


I swear I planned on writing a post about how my weekends have been way more low key and boring lately but looking back on it, it was actually pretty packed and fun.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, my life isn’t all that exciting and my idea of a fun weekend usually involves waking up before 8 AM and watching the Sex and the City marathon on Sunday afternoons, but IMO this weekend was pretty good.

Did I just type IMO?  Is that still a thing?

It was “Theme Week” for Joey’s kickball team and they went opposite sex formal wear.  Our friend who’s on the team suggested this idea, then didn’t show up to the game.  Go figure.  I don’t know what you do with your significant other, but Joey and I spent last Friday night trying on my old high school dance dresses.

Totally normal.

Also, don’t my best friend and my boyfriend make a good couple??  No?  Is that weird?

We went to Joey’s cousin’s son’s first birthday party on Saturday and this gift was a big hit.  And as far as 1-year-old birthday parties go, this one was pretty well done.  Trenton, the birthday boy, even managed to help open a few presents!  If you’re ever been to a first birthday party you know that this is a huge accomplishment.

It rained the whole time we were at the party but the sun eventually came out later in the day and we even went on a neighborhood walk.  I’m baffled that it’s already mid-October.  Halloween decorations and fallen leaves galore.

I posted this pictures on Instagram and gave it an annoying English major caption, that read “Frankenstein’s Monster.”  Because Frankenstein was actually the creator and not the thing pictured above.  There’s your lesson for the day.

At some point I forgot it was kinda chilly outside and got a huge ice cream craving.  Look, sometimes your body craves vegetables and sometimes it craves ice cream.  And I needed ice cream.

Sunday is usually the most low key day, but we actually had a lot going on yesterday.  Morning run, afternoon beer bottling and late afternoon wedding.

I also stopped to watch Felix Baumgartner free fall from space.  Now that we know he lived through it, can I just say, how dumb!  I mean breaking records is cool and all, but seriously, what’s the point?

Anyways, the whole reason we were busy all morning, was because Joey’s cousin’s wedding was that afternoon and we were trying to get everything else out of the way beforehand.  The Colorado weather behaved and it was an absolutely beautiful day for an outdoor wedding in Mid-October.

And my date was looking like a total stud.

I was totally preoccupied by this tiny appetizer fork.  Um, which I’m pretty sure Joey took home with him. We deserve each other.

The thing about weddings is that they are always such a reflection of the couple’s personality (or at least they should be!), so it’s always fun to see the unique touches every wedding has.

Joey and I did our fair share of dancing, drinking and eating.  I’m a tough wedding food critic and I thought their food was great.  And the cake was delicious too!  There might have been a chocolate cupcake afterwards too.  Joey claims it was bourbon flavored.  I claim he had had a few too many drinks and they were just chocolate.

And then Joey got beat by his aunt in a beer chugging contest.

Maybe cross dressing and spontaneous trips to Cold Stone aren’t what all the other 23-year olds are doing during the weekend, but I’m totally happy doing that.  Tiny forks, fall sunshine and the Cupid Shuffle are just added bonuses.

Happy Monday!


Did you have a toy car when you were younger?  I preferred to climb on top of mine instead of riding inside it.

Do you dance at weddings? If you say no, you can pretty much count on not being invited to mine.

Did you watch the space jump?  Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought it was completely pointless.