Tornado

It seems Brian is always gone on fancy work trips or eating fancy dinners at a work conference when a tornado comes to town, leaving me to run from tornadoes by myself.

Here is a picture of the tornado that hit Edmond yesterday. Pretty scary. It landed a few miles from my house and luckily headed the opposite direction.
No damage to our house!

Sky's out, thighs out.

The past weekend was the OKC Memorial Marathon. 

Although we did not participate, we cheered on all of the runners.

We sipped on mimosas and nibbled on homemade cinnamon rolls. 

I think this might be the way to "run" a marathon. 

Anyways, after an hour of cheering for EVERY person that came by, 

 I was tired of cheering. Over it. 

After a while all people start to look the same (at least at the 9 mile uphill location) tired, hurting and pretty much over it. 

But something caught my eye during my little cheering break. 

And it was the American Flag.... Chubbies. A guy, running the half,  with no shirt, was running in these shorts.

I can only imagine the chaffing happening on his inner thighs.  

I immediately stood up and yelled, "Yeah- Chubbies".

He had already passed, but turned around,  made eye contact and gave me a fist pump.

I got some questionable stares from some of the bystanders with my use of "Chubbies".

Perverts. ;)

Luckily, Brian was able to explain to them what I was referring too.

"Sky's out thighs out"

Brian Scott was so proud. 

Why?

Because he has those shorts.

I have decided that Brian will probably start collecting these shorts. 

I mean, they do look good on him. 

I just prefer a sold color and not the American Flag. 

He recently bought himself a new pair that goes more with "everyday attire" or so he says. 

When we got them in the mail, unfortunately, they had a few minor issues 

and we had to send them back for an exchange. 

Bummer.

After two weeks and still no Chubbies. 

We began to worry. 

Brian decided to contact them and see what was going on. 

I mean, it is getting hot in OKC, the boy needs his shorts!

Here is the e-mail Chubbies sent back in regards to his returned shorts. 

Enjoy:

Thanks for reaching out my most excellent man. Your exchange just came in here at HQ. We are currently out of stock of the shorts you requested, but we should be restocking in the next week or so. If your thighs can't wait to taste sweet, sweet freedom, shoot me an email with another pair that you'd be interested in that we have available in your size on the site, and I can switch them out faster than you can build a three deck house of cards or I can shoot you a gift card so you can hop on those bad boys as soon as the go onto the website.

Rad dude, if you have any other questions or concerns feel free to shoot me an email or give us a call and talk to a real person. The number is 1-855-711-SOTO. If we don’t answer immediately, expect a call back shortly. It is my goal to make sure that you have sure that you have the best customer experience when doing business with us. Please if there is anything that I can do to make your experience better, don't hesitate to ask. Sorry about the delay brother! And thanks for your support and patience.

Awesome, hope this helps!

Evan "Big Poppa" Bertolli

And not to be outdone, here is Brian's response:

Big Poppa, 

Thanks for the response.  I think I would like to go ahead and get The Derbys in a Large, it is getting hot and I can't wait much longer for a new pair of thigh liberators.   

Brian "Quadmire" Scott

"Desperate housewife"....no more!

I recently started a new job (like yesterday).

I love it so far. 

The mornings of getting up, making coffee, 

snuggling with my favorite blanket and puppy dog while 

catching up on previously recorded 

shows are long gone. 

Sad face. 

But....desperate no more! 

This girls wake up call comes at 4:40 a.m. 

Luckily, for me, my uniform consist of workout attire. 

Stretchy pants are mandatory. 

Make-up is option. 

My shift starts at 5:15 a.m. and ends at 11:15 a.m. Monday-Friday. 

I have the rest of the day to do whatever.

Naturally being an early bird (both morning and night), 

it was no surprise I was ready for bed my 5 p.m. last night (and today!). 

My goal now is to make it to 8 p.m. 

So far I've made it to 7:45 p.m. 

Surely this will get easier. 

The Modern day book club

A few months ago an awesome modern day book club was established. 

It is a pretty exclusive club, I like to think. I'm sure many, many women want to be apart of it

(not really..but, maybe?)

Here is what you should know about this club:

1. We are 100% guilty of judging a book by it's cover.

We love bright colors. 

 2.The only book reviews we read come from People Magazine. 

3. We discuss the book for no more then 5 minutes. 

Lets be honest, we have better things to talk about.

4. The day after every meeting, we receive a copy of "the minutes" with all the 

highlighted points of discussion from the night before.

5. The husbands are generally confused by our discussions and, at times, uncomfortable.  

6. Liz did not come to our monthly meeting last night because she had laundry to do. #imean

Here are the list of books we have read thus far. I will include some of "the minutes" from each of the books.

Our first book was Gone Girl.

My review:

I could not put the book down. 

The ending is questionable. And some were a little upset with it.

But, I would still highly recommend it.

No minutes for this book. 

We were new at this point and unaware of the importance of the minutes. 

I have left out all comments regarding the books, all two sentences, in case you 

want to actually read them. I don't want to ruin any endings.

On to the next book, 

Where'd you go, Bernadette?

My review:

First, how cute is this cover?

I liked this book, not love. 

I thought the ending was kind of boring. 

I loved the "mom" of the book.

 I love her style. 

Pretty sure she wore all black and cute scarfs.

Does that not scream, Amanda! 

Minutes: ( I have deleted names for security reasons. ha!)

This particular night we had discussions on boys... hipster, smart, nerdy and creepy ones.

*There’s a dude name ------ that we all think is a creeper, but apparently not the creeper that ---- was referring to. 

They referred to him as having dark haired, mustache and a geologist.

Were they talking about my husband?

 That stache and shirt is pretty creepy. ;)

#imean

*One girls crush is def not a hipster, but still wears mom jeans. 

She’s going to try to work on that, though.  

* Amanda’s husband, Brian, is obsessed with a dude that wears a cheeseburger shirt and always does a rap at the Halloween party. 

* Targetdoesitagain is a “must follow” on instagram. (Can’t remember if we talked about this? Or if I’m just so obsessed with it that it’s always in my brain.) 

*Did Blake Shelton cheat on his ex-wife w/Miranda Lambert? Inquiring minds want to know. 

Next....

One Last Thing Before I Go

By Jonathan Tropper

My review:

I laughed, I cried and I laughed some more.

One girl even cried in public, by herself,  while reading it.

Although, I do not love the cover, I would recommended this book. 

It may be my favorite book, thus far.

Minutes:

* Did you know, back in the day, women wore a belt that had an attached "rag" to it.... and that is where the term "ragging" came from?! Who knew.

* Taylor Swift….what’s gotten into her lately? Is she becoming a mean girl? Hopefully not, because I would like to keep loving her.

* Amanda graduated from high school in 2004!!!!! (basically, like, 2 years ago) The rest of us are OLD.

*None of us actually know Chelsea Handler personally.

*OB tampons are gross.

*Chubbies (men’s short shorts) are coming back! (according to Brian Scott) Sky’s out, Thighs out!

------HE EVEN MODEL THIS PARTICULAR PAIR FOR US-----

God Bless America!

Finally….our next book has been chosen, The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer. 

It’s a coming-of-age story, and since we’re all coming-of-age, we thought we could relate. 

Aannnddd, let’s be real, we really liked the cover. 

I wonder if New York Times would like to hire us to write book reviews?

Until next time....-"A"

Best kept secret...Chinese Massage Parlor

Yesterday, we had a "going away" dinner for a friend who is moving to Houston.

Waaaahh. 

I'm so over everyone leaving OKC. Makes me so sad. 

Ok, ok enough with the pity party. 

We met up at one of my favorite restaurants in town. 

I knew it was going to be a good night.

We enjoyed a lovely girls dinner. 

Naturally, we discussed important girl issues: 

sunglasses, hair, pedicures, shoes, tjmax etc., etc., etc. 

And at some point, in our conversations, a local Chinese Massage parlor comes up.  

For only $20 dollars, you get a 40 minute face, head, neck, leg, arm, foot, back massage. 

In other words, a full body massage.

One of the girls had been once before.

 And, yes, fully clothed. 

I was wondering too! ;)

Automatically, I needed to go. 

I wanted to go. 

I had to go.

I was willing to pass up the cookie pie just to go! 

Serious business, I tell ya! 

 And for $20 bucks, why the heck not?!

We were warned it was a bit sketchy.

 Curtains covered the windows. 

 Really dark inside. 

And only men work there (or so we thought). 

 

After dinner, we headed to the parlor. 

(It's not really called that, but it makes it sound better...right?!)

Here is a glimpse into my 40 minutes of pure bliss! ;)

Front of the Massage parlor.


They are open 7 days a week from 9:00 a.m. - 10:30 p.m.


Nervously, I took a seat on my throne. ha!

Orange Chair/bed?!

My feet were so excited to me massaged.



I think I need this chair/bed at home.
After about 5 minutes of a very slow recline, I finally made it all the
way back. At that point, the towel was placed over me.
Automatically, sweating.
Nerves sweat some might say.
I just say, Amanda sweat.
Those who know me, know this to hold true.
 So, I had to take my shirt off.
I could not being sweating and uncomfortable during my massage.
I did, however, have a tank top on underneath.
Thank God!
 

Ready!

3 of the girls getting their massages



The massage was amazing.
No Joke.


Just a few fun facts about the massage:

1. At one point, my legs got thrown up into the air and crashed down. I think, I thought, he was going to catch them. But no, they crashed into the chair/bed.  I couldn't help but giggle, because it was so unexpected. And I am still not sure why they were thrown up. Maybe, that was his way of telling me it was on to the next part of this massage.
2. The front of the legs massage. And I mean very, very top to bottom. Like...hands on part where legs meet your area.... HA! I thought to myself,  "ok, ummm, ok soo nothing is/was being touched. We're good!"
3. Full on butt massage. Not going to lie, loved it.

All joking aside, it really was a great massage and experience.
Sketchy...sure.
But a fun girls night, that was much needed.
I can't wait to go back. Seriously.

Here we are after our fun girls night out! 

#paradise

Abby and I went to Belize for our 27th birthday trip.

It was amazing.

It would be a lie to say our other sisters weren't jealous. 

For the record, they are always invited on any "twin" trip we take. 

It's just....they have kids and we don't.

So we have a little more availability than they do.

Here is the picture Kim sent us the day we got to Belize.
With the caption, "#paradise"
(please note she is 8 months preggo...swollen feet probs.)

Here is what we sent her back...

#paradise

PE with Pre-K

This past week I have taught PE to some cutie pre-k kids. 

Each class is 30 minutes long and I have 4 classes. 

Halfway through the class, a sweet little girl says,

"Mrs. Amanda, what's that on your face?"

For a split second, I was confused. 

Then once I wiped my face, I realized it was just sweat. 

Of course! Duh.

I told her, "oh, it's just sweat. When I exercise I sweat."

But she was not satisfied with my answer.

"No, I think it's a tear."

Here are some other comments from the kiddos regarding my sweat. Some of these sweet, sweet students would yell across the room just to ask me about my sweat.

"Hey! what's that on your shirt?"

"Hey! you are wet"

"You have spots on your shirt"

"Why's your face wet"

So, for those of you who wonder why I always wear black (ahem-dad...also I blame you for my sweatiness ) this is why. 

No matter if I am sitting, running or sleeping I sweat. It's awful. 

Here is a photo of me after my first class.