I have decided to make a new goal. I think I have hit a blogging slump because I feel like not a whole lot of momentous occasions have been taking place in my CF life, but instead has been replaced by random, moderately amusing things instead. So I’m going to stop trying to make my life seem so intense and just start blogging about the random crap. And let’s be honest, most of what I do is CrossFit or directly CrossFit-related. So what I will probably find out is that I haven’t actually been writing about anything momentous all along.
In recent news, my house is still a ginormous mess that has only been compounded by being quite busy over the last few weeks. We went to an awesome wedding in Montana this past weekend, which was about a 10-hour drive away (and we also managed to avoid almost all of the flooding that took place, but dang, that shit cray) (did I just say cray? I’m sorry), and our house has not really recovered from the A. pile of things that we were keeping on the back porch that we had to bring inside before we left to keep from floating away in the flood while we were gone and B. pile of things that were unpacked upon our return. I kind of feel like I am living inside my closet. If we had any closets, that is. At least it makes it easy to find socks.
Also, I would like to announce that I am a total freezer meal convert. Not only have we had to do almost no cooking other than plopping something into a crock pot and maybe making some bacon on the side, but I also haven’t had to do almost any shopping. It’s been awesome and totally makes up for all the cooking and shopping that I did 2 weeks ago. We still have at least a week’s worth of lunch and dinner waiting to be eaten, and it is the best. Also, I know I promised you a Part 2 of the Paleo Freezer Meal post from last week, and it is still on its way. Complete with shopping list. I promise.
And with that, I will leave you with this photo from the wedding in Montana. Yes, Brandon is wearing a captain’s hat (and a seashell bra), and yes, I am wearing a tutu. I got a little drunk and decided it would be a great idea to put him on my shoulders and partner carry him around the dance floor. And you guys, it is really hard to carry someone who is that tall. Who knew. Oh, I also picked the groom up and squatted with him on my back… Twice. But nobody got a picture. Oh well.