Another week in the life of Miz and Maryse and guess what?! More shenanigans! This week we were graced by the presence of Miz’s dad and Avril Lavigne, but we’ll get to that a bit later.
The show opens with Maryse’s mom, Margot, giggling over Miz’s photos from the last episode (nice callback, USA Network). You remember the ones: “implied” nude, but Miz went full-on nude in a hilarious miz-understanding (if you don’t, go read my last post!). Margot makes fun of Miz’s flat ass and laughs at him, but in a cutesy way; you know, because of her accent and all. People with accents are always cute! Unless they have midwest accents, like Miz’s dad but again, we’ll get to that later.
The premiere episode of the long-awaited series “Miz and Mrs.” did not disappoint (seriously, I’ve been seeing ads for this show since well before Wrestlemania so it’s about time the show actually aired). I was also pleasantly surprised by the series’ Wikipedia page that all the episode titles for this season are as clever and/or punny as “A Simple Mizunderstanding” because get it, Miz … mizunderstanding … as in, misunderstanding … wait why wasn’t it Mrs.understanding … sexist!
It’s been 2018 for almost two whole weeks now?! That’s right, I got a calendar for Christmas AND I know how to read it (multiple calendars, in fact). This blog is late, but it’s still relevant to … me …?
Anyway here are some of my highlights of 2017 and of being 27 years old.
We got married!
Obviously this is THE highlight of my year. If you’re getting married soon, seriously consider doing it in New Orleans. It was fun, beautiful, affordable, and unforgettable. Read my blog/review here and watch this video of our Second Line. That’s right, you get your own damn parade when you get married in NOLA.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times (I don’t really understand that saying, but whatevz) – I’M BAD AT CONSISTENTLY BLOGGING. So let’s just skip over the fact that I haven’t documented my progress in a few weeks.
I continue to stretch about three times each week, and I’ve tried a couple different YouTube videos, which you can view for yourself below. I like the videos in that they are short and fit nicely into my attention span time frame, but sometimes I have no idea what they are saying and get really frustrated by my (lack of) flexibility.
I’m pretty proud of myself this week. I achieved my goal of stretching three times and I even included some “bonus stretching” at my desk at work. Granted, it was only a minute or two of light stretching, but I did it several times throughout the day, most days. Wooo! Setting and achieving goals actually feels … good? Does this mean I should stop setting embarrassingly low expectations so that I’m never disappointed?
Experiment time! AKA summer is ending and I need an indoor hobby and I need more reasons to blog.
I’ve never been able to do the splits, unless that weird memory I have of doing the splits in tights in the hallway of my childhood home is real, but I’m pretty sure that is a tall tale that I tricked myself into being true.
In high school and college, I was so inflexible–
HOW INFLEXIBLE WERE YOU?!
I was so inflexible that I couldn’t even touch my toes! I don’t think I could even reach my ankles, honestly. I played sports and was fairly in shape, but my string bean body had the flexibility of my parents negotiating my curfew in high school. And by that, I mean NO FLEXIBILITY AT ALL! *teenage angst*
I’ve had my IUD for almost two months and I have no complaints. Yes, there are drawbacks to it but that’s a granted with any form of birth control, amirite? Unless there is some secret BC that the government doesn’t want us to have because it has zero side effects and women would then be totally unstoppable and would take ovER THE WHOLE DAMN PLANET AND
I’m getting slightly off topic, and let me preface this post with a woman-bodily function alert (?) in that I’m going to talk about my vag and stuff that goes on in and around it. So, we cool? Cool.
We visited Riveredge Nature Center a couple weekends ago after an email from my work alerted me that we could get in for free. Shoutout to corporate partnerships heyoooo. View my vlog below and visit their website for more information. It’s a fantastic place!
I was planning on watching “Total Divas” tonight and bringing back my weekly recap, but unfortunately you might actually need a subscription to the channel you’re planning on watching (not naming names … SAMMERZ). So anyway, here I am watching season 1 of “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend” for the second time and doing my pre-bedtime routine. Aaaand apparently blogging about it now, kewl.
Basically I just wanted to throw some hot tips out there that may or may not be beneficial to you, my dear reader, who may or may not be my only reader, who may or may not be my husband (thanks for the support, bby).
I’ve come across two simple, albeit stinky, face cleansers that are also all natural. Yay! And not like you get them in the natural section of the skin care aisle, but like, actually natural and organic. Coconut oil and apple cider vinegar, y’all!
JK, let’s talk about me. That’s what I’m good at. I realized the other day that I think the most common word I use in my Tweets is “I”. I mean, look at this paragraph. I, I, I. But whatever, it’s my blog so let’s talk about reproductive issues as they pertain to me. Yay!
Yesterday I got an IUD. That’s right, I’m jumping right into it. I now have a little copper-wrapped T in my uterus which is 99% effective at keeping me baby free for the next 10 years. I’ll hit the journalistic Ws (and the H!) to explain my experience.