3 down. 3 to go.

So I'm eating my way through Little Rock.

It started at Guadalajara. It's a mexican "grocery" complete with a bank of red phones. It's a bakery, a grocery store, and a lunch spot. Best quesadilla and torta you'll ever eat. I share my Guad love with one of my former employees. My plane landed Friday at 1130.  Within seconds, I sent Yason a text. "Guad?" "Yes, when?" "NOW BITCH." We get along fabulously. A mutual love of authentic mexican can bring anyone together.

Two hours later, it was Senor Tequila (aka-seeenyor takillya). No, I didn't eat food twice. Senor was for margaritas and queso. Guad is so authentic that they don't do queso. It's a hard compromise.

Yesterday, I had Tazikis. It's "greek" food. But really just lamb, chicken, and beef dishes, served with sides. I heart.

Today will be Bravo. Tomorrow will be Community Bakery. Tuesday will be Guadalajara again. You know, for the plane. If somewhere along the way I can fit in Arkansas Burger Company, you can bet YOUR ass we'll be adding those calories to MY ever-expanding ass.

No hate zone.

So in light of Bob's crazy schedule this month, I decided to make a last minute trip back to Little Rock. Mainly for a chicken torta. Yeah. Don't judge.

Hello, from the far East.

Howdy peeps. So a LOT has happened in the last 2 weeks. I took my pictures and love every one of them. It was an amazing experience. If you're in Little Rock and need some fun pics taken, may I suggest Meredith Melody? She rocks. Super professional and super talented.

As you can see from my title, I am officially Charlotte's newest resident. Daddy, Bob, and I packed up and moved East. Dad and I packed on Sunday, drove to Memphis and met Bob, did a wedding food tasting on Monday, then headed to NC. We got here about 230 Tuesday morning, and let me tell you, that was one hell of a drive. Holy balls. 13 hours in a car with Bob... AND JACK (otherwise known as The Kitty). We all survived. Barely.

I'm mostly unpacked, but sweet lord, I have a lot of shit. I threw away two dumpsters full of crap, but now that I'm here, I'm throwing more away. I've been left here alone, as Bob and Dad both left yesterday morning. Daddy went back to Hometown, Bob went to work. It's just me and Jack. Alone. Together. Yikes.

On tap for today, join a gym, continue unpacking, and find the liquor store. This girl needs wine.

So long, sweetheart.

Welp. Today was my last day as the manager of my gym. It was bittersweet, to say the least. I thought I would be more sad, less anxious to leave (hours early at that), that I would have more of an emotional attachment to my office, my space, my gym, my home for the last 3 years. But no. I packed my car and drove away happily.

I think the reason I'm not so upset is because of the reason I'm leaving. I get to marry Bob. I get to move to Charlotte, start a new life, find a new job, and be Bob's wife. Wah hooo!!

This weekend, Ashley and I will celebrate in New Orleans for my bachelorette party. We'll eat, get pedicures, and say hi to all our old friends we left behind when we moved from Nola. IF there are any suitable picture to document this trip, ya'll will be the first to see.

Just call me Mama.

So. I have this OLD North Face fleece that I just adore. I wear it a lot, but not usually out in public. It's has kinda of a funky zipper and weird angled side pockets, so the front stomach area kinda pooches out. It makes me look outrageously pregnant, but I still wear it anyway. It's comfy.

My gym members see me every. single. day. They see me working out. They see me in yoga pants. They see me in spandex. And, yes, I'm thicker than I used to be (thanks to the wonders of birth control), but my stomach is still relatively flat. Relatively speaking. Anyway.

I wore this favorite fleece of mine today (because it's black and my work fleece is black and I totally grabbed the wrong one), and I received the following comment, "I didn't realize you were pregnant and moving and getting married!! Congrats!" I really could only respond with, "Thanks, but I'm not pregnant. I'm just fat." I really had no other words to say. I know I made him feel like an asshole, but come on. You saw me yesterday in tight ass yoga pants with a relatively flat stomach and this "belly" wasn't there 24 hours ago. It's the fleece, thankyouverymuch.