Literally blabbing away

How gorgeous is this sunset!? 

I shot this the other night right outside of Boston by the airport!

Speaking of airports..

Hi ho hi ho...24 days till my disney trip yo 

(neat rhyme I did there, eh?!)

Anyway. I just wanted to let you know last night I watched about 3 hours worth of YouTube videos of this woman and her husband who went to Disney. It felt like I was THERE! They brought me in their room, they brought me to dinner, they brought me on rides, they let me watch them have sex.

Kidding

But for real, I watched their vlogs all night and it got me so excited for Disney WEE!

Besides that, not much happened this weekend over here in Bawston.  Kurt and I painted our bedroom. There were 1.5 temper tantrums rather than 2 or 3 from when we painted our living room. You can read about that HERE.

It looks so much better than it did! A lil love and care! The only thing, this is just an apartment Kurt and I are in. I'm not married to the apartment (or to Kurt yet...but whose bitter?), so I don't feel motivated to make it as pretty and decorative as I would with a home. However as soon as we do buy a home, Lord knows I'll be paging good old Daddy-O whose an interior decorator.

Um what else can I tell you? I dragged Kurt out on a late night drive to Boston last night. If I am ever feeling sort of crappy or down or whatever, a drive usually works. On this particular drive, we listened to the soundtrack to Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party...aka the soundtrack to the Halloween parade we will be seeing soon.

I'm done blabbing away now. Happy Tuesday! :-)

The one where I've almost been proposed to

Relax. Tiffany's didn't throw up on my ring finger overnight. Finger's still bare. Still sitting there without her clothes on.

I don't really know how to say this, but I'm a hopeless romantic and always on my toes when it comes to proposals. No, I don't sit there wondering when it's happening, but I get a little over my head when something seems suspicious. Me likes the romance :-)

Like when I'm in one room and Kurt calls me into another. I go in, he gives me JUST a little baby kiss and a smile, and then I blurt out "omg what's happening what are you doing?" And he gets all red and is like really Erica? (because he knows what I am thinking)

Or the time when I was straightening my hair in the bathroom and Kurt and I were having a conversation about each other and our families. I said something along the lines of "we're basically family," and Kurt comes back with... "we're not family yet," as he smiles. I shoot him a look of:

OMG is this a proposal?

But then come back to Earth as I realize I'm standing there in booty shorts, half my hair a mess, and standing in a bathroom. If that was a proposal, I'd close my close straightener on his lips giving him a permanent duck face.

I guess it keeps the suspense moving. Never knowing when he's gonna slip in unannounced on one knee. But does it also make me a freak? 

And while we're on the topic of relationships, it probably isn't healthy for our relationship when I ask Kurt to choose certain celebs and their body parts that would create the perfect woman.

Kurt: Someone with nice boobs, a nice butt and a nice face

Me: So me (joking)

Kurt: Well ya..but you said celebrities

Good save Kurt...sort of....

A blog post about asses

I found myself pervertedly reading an article on hand signals that women's beach volleyball players give to each other. Except I couldn't look at the hand signals. Eff the hand signals. Can we talk about their asses? I want to steal it off them and put it on my own body.

What did YOU notice first?!

Now that I've put a perfect ass in your view for the day, I just want to go on and admit I went on a Pinterest hunt last night for booty workouts. Then I made the mistake of googling it and came up with some pretty intense, X-rated booty workouts. I also want to admit I'm not eating any shitty foods today. We'll see how long that lasts though.

I wouldn't say I'm lacking in the ass department. I'm no Vida Guerra, but it'd be nice to have an ass that just eats up your bottoms like that!

Too much? College. Nuff Said.

I don't know. I feel like it's almost a little late to ask about booty workouts. There will be no bikini clad days in the fall/winter here in Boston.

But do you have any best kept secrets for booty workouts? Spill! 

Happy Tuesday!