7.10.2009

How to Spot a D-bag.

Now that I am blissfully married to the most perfect man in the world for me - not to brag, it is simply a fact - I have thrown away and crushed those rose colored glasses I used to wear in the world of singlehood. Now when I talk to men what I used to see as cute and flirty, I see as juvenile and annoying.

Being single was a blast and there are a lot of great guys out there. They're the ones that are kind, respectful boyfriends that may turn into amazing husbands or just a fabulous memory of your youth. But there are a lot of losers out there and I am amazed at what my friends and I were willing to look past to see that good guy "underneath it all." The truth is, most men in their late teens, early twenties don't have much going on underneath. Most of the time, what you see is what you get.

So why are women able to see a bad thing until that bad thing is right next to them whispering sweet-nothings? I failed to see the red flags a lot. In fact, I wasted two years of college not seeing these red flags. Then I realized these men are wonderful friends and horrible partners. I saved myself from a lot of wasted time and hurt feelings. And when I stopped putting up with the bullshit guess what happened? I stumbled upon Mr. Right.

So I have gathered tips purely from observation and a little from personal experience. Thank God I managed to dodge most of these bullets. But unfortunately many a friend have been hit. My sister started college a few days ago, and if there's anything I can do to fade those rose-colored glasses down for her and save her from these fools, well then here are some pointers for her and anyone else still settling for less-than-spectacular. Here are six surefire red flags.

1. He has a conversation with himself. You can bench press twice what I weigh? Really? Wow. NOT. You drank 20 beers at a kick-ass party the other night and didn't even feel buzzed. Wow, I can't control this incredible urge to jump in your manly arms and let you carry me off into the sunset. You have a jacked up huge truck that could totally maul that dude's sports car? Making up for something else, perhaps? Stop trying to make yourself look cool. Girls don't think it's cool when you brag about your accomplishments. Especially accomplishments that are, in fact, only accomplishments in the world of douchebaggery.

2. Talking about ex-girlfriends. Is this seriously supposed to impress us? Every girl has been there. A guy has honed in on you. He is totally into you. So into you, in fact, that after beer number seven he decides to spill EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL. of his last relationship. He makes sure to add, "but she was a total psycho" at the end of every sentence. Obviously this is total reassurance for us that you no longer harbor any feelings. Then after an hour long drunken soliloquy, he goes in for a sloppy kiss. Please do what I always did ladies. As soon as you hear, "You're so much different than the last girl I dated. God she ruined my life. Well, how do I explain her?" For the love of God, ruuuuuuuuun. Or introduce him to your frenemy at the other end of the bar (I am guilty of this one).

3. He disrespects his Mama. If you have never had the pleasure of meeting one these gems, let's take an example form my personal dating diary. I dated this awesome guy in college. He was so sweet to me. He never had a wandering eye. He was a totally hot, tall and thin "personal trainer." Now take everything I just said and say it in the most sarcastic of voices. He was a Grade-A Loser. He was an only child who's Mom was a mother hen. She loved her boy and she was a very sweet woman (no sarcasm here). He treated her horribly. He would tell her to "shut up woman." He would hang up on her. He would call her a "bitch." I learned quickly men like that are NEVER going to make it work with any self-respecting woman. EVER. If you're dating a man like that. Run. Seriously. Because guess how those men end up treating their wives? Bada bing, bada boom. There are always a few exceptions in this world but most men with a sweet mother, who disrespect them for no apparent reason other than being total spoiled brats, end up being wife-beating alcoholics. At least they have those cute little beer bellies you can rub like a Buddha. Oh the joys. A man who disrespects his Mama is a no-go.

4. He swears he doesn't cry - and really doesn't. A lot of men I have met, my husband included, have proclaimed this. It's a cute guy thing, but if they carry it out and really don't cry? Come on! It's not the 1950s anymore, it's OK for guys to cry. Seriously. I think it is so endearing and makes a man more of a man to be able to show emotion. And I have seen every man in my life (dad, grandfather, etc.) cry at least once - even if they have to put their sunglasses on to hide it. And Lord knows my husband is a cryer. And you know what? It is absolutely one of my most favorite things about him. Hiding your emotions is so old school. Girls want the real deal, boys. And we know God didn't make you sans tear ducts. So quit frontin'.

5. He plans your life together the first night you meet. To any woman sick of the dating scene and ready to settle down, a man like this seems too good to be true. Ninety-nine percent of the time, he is. He tells you excitedly he can't wait to take you to his favorite fishing hole. He can't wait for you to taste his Mom's secret, homemade apple pie recipe - she's going to love you by the way. He loves New York City and wants to take you there - what are you doing next weekend? He swears! He'll prove it! So what do most self-respecting women do? Well, by the end of the night she has confirmed that this is her future husband, so use your imaginations. The morning after he kisses her goodbye and makes plans for later in the day. She anxiously awaits his call. In the meantime she has probably perused Expedia.com checking to see which flight he might book. She's probably googled his hometown and envisioned their long ride in his car down there, windows down, stopping for soft-serve ice cream and naming their future dogs and children. She has definitely stalked his Facebook. But he never calls. She tells her friends he's probably just doing the "three day" rule. Yea, right. Fast forward to six months later. You five vodka/sodas into the night see him intensely conversing in the corner of the bar with another sucker-punched girl with stars in her eyes. You may or may not follow the girl to the ladies room and whisper in her ear that he has The Clap and spreads it like wildfire. All's fair in love and war, right? Ladies, please see past this bullshit. Because underneath that pile of poo is an insecure jerk who will say ANYTHING for a roll in the hay.

6. Frosted tips in their hair. No. Just run. Enough said.

Red flags my friends. Watch out.

7.03.2009

July 4, 2007

The best Independence Day weekend I have ever had was spent in Minneapolis, Minnesota. This song takes me back to that weekend every time and a montage of images runs through my head. I only find it fitting that the album's version of the song ends with a clip of my favorite George Jones song.

Matt and I were four months into our relationship and I flew up there for a whole week to visit him. We were both so deliriously happy it was sick.

He wined and dined me. We played hours of Monopoly. We had a Tom Hanks movie marathon. We toured the Twin Cities. We rode rollercoasters. We sunbathed. We partied with his friends. We soaked up every precious second of that visit.

Independence day was on a Thursday if I remember correctly. It was nearing the end of our time together, but neither of us could stand the thought of saying goodbye. So we ignored it and tried to pretend we didn't live 1,174 miles away from each other. We packed up a blanket and playfully argued about parking. He wanted to park far away, I didn't want to walk seven and half miles to see fireworks. Anyway, we made it to the baseball field we had chosen to watch Eden Prairie's (suburb of Minneapolis) fireworks display. We admired the adorable kids running around and talked about how we both knew we were born to be parents, allowing the conversation to dance around the mutual desperation we had to play that role together one day. We talked about being a Americans, both proud to live in a country where we could sit on a picnic blanket and banter about politics. We reminisced about our childhood memories of Independence Day - catching fireflies in mason jars, letting Sparklers burn down a little too close to our tiny fingers, eating fresh Iowa Corn with his family in Hampton, and me eating homemade ice cream with my family in Omaha.

Resting my head on Matt, I never took my eyes off that 30-minute fireworks display (except to steal a quick kiss or two or twenty). I remember my heart beating out of my chest and I could hear his doing the same thing. I remember that moment being the moment I realized I was seriously in love with this guy. Every feeling of love toward other men that preceded that moment seemed so infantile and petty. I felt like my heart was about to burst. For thirty minutes tears slid down my cheeks, soaking Matt's shirt. As cheesy as it sounds, so much was said in that thirty minutes, although no words were spoken. He kept kissing my head and holding me so tight, as if I was going to get up and run away from him.

See, we both knew it was that point in our relationship when we had gone too far. We knew we couldn't just turn back or "get over" the deepest, most intense feelings either of us had ever felt. But there were so many obstacles in the way of making our relationship work. It was heartbreaking to think about. We hated goodbyes, because we always thought is this the last time I'm going to see them? We knew we needed to make it happen, we just couldn't fathom how.

But I believe that July 4, 2007 was the day we chose to fight those obstacles.

That was the day we realized that together, we are unstoppable.

And we all know the story from there.

Independence Day will always hold a special place in my heart. And every Fourth of July when I hold my sweetheart's hand, I'll smile and remember July 4, 2007. That day two head-over-heels kids knew one thing, the only thing in the entire world that mattered to them that day: they were madly and irrevocably in love.

Happy Fourth of July. God Bless America!

6.26.2009

Weekend Anticipation

It's been a long week back in the grind. Wednesday night happy hour at some friends' house made it go by faster. And a delicious dinner by my favorite chef - Matt - for my sweet grandparents' 54th wedding anniversary. Fifty-four years? I know - amazing!!!

Our first weekend back in the real world is set to be a good one. I'm so excited to have wedding planning behind us and to fall into the boring married couple routine. And by boring I mean...

Appetizers galore, strong margaritas and innapproriate conversations with fabulous friends tonight.

Another adventure in Austin tonight. Where to go, where to go, where to go?

OMG, OMG - one of my favorite cover bands is playing at one of my favorite places tonight!!!

The perfect hangover breakfast and a lazy Saturday.

No longer eating like a bride. A little more of this, a little less of that. But definitely still keeping it up.

Seeing a manly movie with my sweetie and a girly movie (amazing book too!) with the girls.

Having a spalshtastic time Sunday evening with our sweet youth group.

Grocery shopping and picking up more of my new obsession. What can I say? The microwave is my best friend, much to Matt's disgust.

Picking up a new book or two.

I love our life and I love this city!!!

6.25.2009

Team Mabs

I am returning from my long blogging hiatus. I know you have long-awaited my return. Cry no more my thousands upon thousands of readers. She's back. Sorry for the long absence. Blame it on the writer's block. Or blame it on Matt...

I married the love of my life a week and a half ago. My sweet Matt. My best friend. My soul mate. Everyone knows we met in the coolest city in the world during Spring Break 07' and haven't looked back. People always say when you meet the person you're going to marry you just KNOW. Pre-Matt I always thought that was the most infuriating thing to hear - like being in true love was a secret club. But I will testify and say that it kind of does hit you out of nowhere. I assure you, however, it is no secret club. I believe two people destined to be together must each completely be the person they are meant to be before they fall in love. Life has to mold you to be that perfect person for your perfect person, or vice versa.

You see, I had my life plan figured out when I was still wearing Mossimo shirts, Vans, and knee-high Nike socks. I was supposed to graduate college, get a great job, live the crazy, fun life of a 20-something single girl, be the free spirit I was born to be. I was going to date cute cowboys and nomadic adventurers with no life plan. I had a lot more hearts to break before I got married. No sir, this girl was not getting married until the age of 30. I had it all figured out.

Insert foot into mouth.

At the ripe age of 21, that serendiptious night under the glowing lights of a classy establishment, my whole life plan was turned upside down when my future appeared in the form of a tall, handsome Iowa Gentlemen with a cute behind and heart of gold. He called coke "pop," his nickname was "Abs" in honor of his six-pack, he lied by telling me he had Mafia ties in New Jersey, and was shameless about his eagerness to impress me. He broke all the rules. I was in love.

I always thought when you decided to settle down with someone, it meant letting go of pieces of yourself. But Matt again broke that ridiculous preconceieved notion. Not only did he fully accept me as I was, he loved things about me that I had never noticed myself. Together we have become the best versions of ourselves. We even call ourselves "Team Mabs." Sweet life.

I think back to that chubby girl with a bad perm, announcing to her parents that she wasn't getting married until she was 30, and I laugh. Not because she thought she had it figured out, but because she has it so much better than she could have ever dreamed.

All those love cliches? Yea, I am living those and I don't care how cheesy it is. I love him so much it hurts sometimes. I get lost in those big hazel/brown eyes. I get butterflies when we kiss. I can't take my eyes off of him when he has his shirt off. I miss him when I'm at work. I pretend to be embarrassed when he slaps my butt. I love that no other woman but me will get to refer to him as "my husband." I am so proud when we're in sea of people and his arm is around me and his hand is in mine.

I can't picture my life any other way than with him.

Thank God my original plan failed. Thank God for Vegas. Thank God I get to wake up to this everyday.

1.29.2009

Healthy 'Za? Say Whaaa?

So this little dish caused quite the brouhaha in our household because it was so delicious, so easy, so healthy. Oh and by household, I mean me. Matt was just hungry he didn't care.

So what did I make? A dainty salad? A soup?

No pizza. Yes, a healthy freaking pizza. This is the way we made it:

1 Boboli 100% Whole Wheat Thin Crust Pizza 
1 can cheap-ass pizza sauce 
1 cup Fat-Free shredded part-skim Mozzarella (we used two cups and it was way too much cheese)
1 small can of jalapeños (canned)
1 small can of mushrooms
1 fresh red onion
1/2 fresh (or roasted would work) red bell pepper
Sprinkle some dried oregano and pepper on top 
You can add whatever else you want. I recommend turkey pepperoni or pre-cooked turkey sausage if your a meat lover. 

Spread about 1/4 to 1/2  of the can of pizza sauce (depending on how big -whatever) on the crust. Place the all ingredients on top of the sauce MINUS THE CHEESE. Sprinkle the cheese over all the ingredients - this makes the ingredients cook much nicer and lets cheese get nice and brown. 

So yea, usually we're not big on the canned stuff, but we needed something fast and easy that night to prevent succumbing to the temptation of an extra large Papa Johns' Tuscan Six-Cheese. 

So the best part? The ENTIRE pizza (this is a 12" pizza!) had a total of:

Calories: 1,070
Fat: 16 g
Fiber: 32 g
Protein 72 g

Downsides: Salt content isn't too great (because we used lots of canned items - opt for fresh ingredients to lower the sodium count) and, as always with pizza, carb content is high. 

OK, so I ate a piece or two. Just kidding, the fat kid in me lives on. I ate half the pizza. In my defense (to myself I guess) I ran five miles that morning. 

Also...let's compare this to one of the healthiest options at Pizza Hut - its Thin and Crispy Veggie Lover's Pizza. This is the nutritional information for the ENTIRE pizza:

Calories: 1,440 (not bad, right?)
Fat: 48 g (Uh...yikes)
Fiber: 2 g (in the ENTIRE pizza the homemade one has 32 g - fiber is nature's laxative and it makes you feel fuller quicker and longer)
Protein: 14 g (once again, protein is one of those magic bullets when it comes to feeling fuller quicker and longer - note the difference in the two pizzas)

So, easy decision. It's cheaper, quicker (hello - no 40 minute deliver times), and requires very little effort.

So my whole meal was very low cal (for the amount we ate). And a normal person could span that meal out for a couple days. 

Delish.


1.28.2009

McHealthNut

So anyone who knows me, knows that I am kind of health-obsessed. I am by no means "thin" - not yet at least - but I am by no means overweight. In fact, I live within the healthy limitations of my determined height and weight range. Well, for the last year I have been counting my calories on an online database called The Daily Plate and it has changed my life. I have lost almost 20 pounds since January 2008. I have made friends - yes online friends! I'm not ashamed to say it. They are my support group. 

So let's get to the point. What does me being health-obsessed have to do with this blog? Well I have found that I don't have much to write about lately because I have become hyper focused on my health. Most people might think it's the upcoming wedding and, sure, that's a motivator. I never understood why brides-to-be were so obsessed with being thin until I became one. That day is, yea, only one day...but those pictures are forever. Bum-bum-bu. I know, it's silly. But at least it's a motivator to stay in shape. 

But there's more to it than fitting into my (beautiful, awesome, amazing) white dress. We are always hearing about the impending obesity crisis and I think everyone - fat or thin - has seen how easy it is to gain weight and/or become unhealthy in our society today. Biggest Loser anyone? 

So on January 1st I signed up for a local running in club in Austin. Now this is me, we're talking about. I can go hours on the elliptical, I can dominate a step or kick boxing class, I can do 90 minutes of power yoga (sounds easy? It's not, I promise). BUT, Meggie McNunya does not run. This is the same chubby little girl who almost threw up after running a mile in 6th grade. I like to say I was not born to run, nor was I born to be fit - but I will furiously try to defy that notion for as long as I live. 

This local running club - Gilbert's Gazelles (I'll go into more detail about this PHENOMENAL group and it's leaders later) - is beyond amazing. Just joining a club is motivation in itself. The first day I ran two miles and almost died. You know why? It's not because I wasn't fit. I have worked very hard to be "fit." The problem was all in my mind. The following Saturday I ran with two friends from the class. They were going to run four and I was shooting for three - my max. Before I knew it I had run four miles and, sure I was red in the face, but I was far from reaching my cardiovascular capacity. It's all in the mind. The last two weeks I have ranged from running four to five miles about four times a week. Every time my mind tries to tell me I can't do this, I think of that poor little chubby girl, panting and embarrassed on the Arbor Creek Middle School Track and I run harder - for her and for the healthy adult I have become and will be for the rest of my life. 

So what does this whole fitness pep talk have to do with my blog? Well, I am "unabashedly me" and "me" right now is fitness- and health-obsessed. So my blog might take a turn toward health-related matters, but it means I'll be writing more frequently. I never thought I would be one to post recipes (let's be honest, I'm not Betty Effing Crocker), but I have become quite the healthy cook. I have found so many ways to twist the most unhealthy of foods into a healthier dish. 

So welcome to my journey. I'm not really looking for weight loss. I'm looking at maintaining this healthy lifestyle that I have slowly welcomed into my life for the past six years. Maybe I can help you along the way. 

Love,

McHealthNut

1.20.2009

Good Morning Mr. President!

Today Obama will be inaugurated as our 44th president of this great nation.


This is how I'm feeling today.

.:Joyful:.
.:Hopeful:.
.:Patriotic:.
.:Surreal:.
.:Blessed:.
.:Important:.
.:Faithful:.

What's meant to be is happening today. I believe Barack Obama will put this nation back together. I believe our prayers have been answered - even if it's not the answer some wanted.

Today is historical. Watch with pride and hope Americans! God bless America!