8.00 Monday Nite

Yep. That's the last time food has touched these lips people.

But I went down with a fight. I had Mexican and Krystals' for lunch and dinner yesterday. What a perfect last meal. Don't know the Krystals people. I know most normal people would rather peel off their toenails than eat those little pieces of perfection, but not this girl.

I've had 2 SlimFasts Optima's (seriously, these are supposed to curb hunger?), 16 cups of coffee (I can barely type I'm shaking so bad), 2 G2 Gatorades, and 4 bottles of water.

I am starving and I can't stay out of the bathroom.

Oh. And I'm getting cranky. I can literally feel my blood sugar dropping.

People do this liquid diet willingly?!

For anyone that doesn't know, I am not happily doing this no food thing (ha! you think?!?). I'm having surgery on Friday to remove a septum from my uterus, and this is all a form of Chinese water torture preparation for that operation. Gah. I can only hope that this surgery will (insert crossed fingers) do something to help our current situation and that in removing said septum, we will get rid of the reason I can't seem to keep my babies alive. Sorry for the wording. I really am cranky.

In other words, keep your questions coming in for my Q&A post. I promise I won't answer them while I'm drugged up this weekend. Although... Nope. I won't.

Hope you're having a great Tuesday! I personally can't wait to go home, climb into bed, and drift off to sleep with visions of french fries running through my head...

Easter... Just a bit late...

Yea.. so my big 'ol 100th post.. not gonna be on the 100 mark. But it's coming. Just not in time, because I'm a grade A procrastinator. Simple.

So last weekend was Easter. I'm posting about it this weekend. Seriously, procrastination at it's finest here folks.

My lovely parentals decided to tell Mr. P and I that they were coming down on Tuesday. Nice advance notice there folks.. We had already made plans to go up to Mr. P's hometown so we weren't going to be able to do Easter with them anyway. They made it down here on Thursday though, so we got to spend some time with them.

The Marine took his new girlfriend, Lora (name has been changed to protect the guilty), out to my parents camper for the official meet and greet on Friday while I was at work. Not sad I missed that actually. I always hated going through that! But apparently all went well.

We headed out to the Crab Shack on Friday nite. Mr. P of course drove like a maniac and almost made me kill him. He does this when my parents are in the car for some reason. He says it's payback for how my Mom drives... Whatevs.

Mis parentals waiting to eat...


Mr. Perfect and I



The Marine and Lora..


The 'rents and I


My Mr. Perfect and I... Yea, he was eating when I was trying to take pictures.


Leaving the Crab Shack sufficiently stuffed.


We decided to head on back to the house and have a Wii Dance Off. Did I mention that Lora is a dancer?! She pretty much made the rest of us look stupid so the boys switched to tennis. We all know I try to not play that with people around...


I have a bad habit of ruining pictures...

Check out the concentration!





Saturday we packed up and headed to Smalltown, SC. We went out to eat with Mr. Perfect's parents Saturday nite, then hit the hay. We got up Sunday morning and went to church with his Dad. It's fun to go up there and see the church Mr. Perfect grew up in and hear his stories of the people he knows. We didn't really like the sermon though. Kind of blah for an Easter service. I'm used to a way more emotional service on Easter and this pastor's just didn't deliver. But it makes his Dad's day for us to go to church with him, so I'm all for that.


We left right after lunch. It was a pretty small, tame gathering as Mr. Perfect's family goes. There's a freakin' ton of them, but most weren't there so it was pretty quiet.

We got home and spent the rest of the evening hanging with my parents. They had gone down to Lora's family's place for Easter dinner. I think that's weird, but whatever. I have mentioned before that Lora's cousin is my ex-bff right? Yea. My parents and brother spent Easter with her. I haven't decided how I feel about that exactly. Or maybe I have and I'm just not into going into it. But I digress..

Overall it was a nice Easter. I think we've decided next year we're definitely doing Easter at our church. Let's see how all parents go for that.

This weekend was pretty lazy. I ate everything I wanted since I start my liquid diet of fun on Tuesday. Can't wait for that! (insert sarcastic grin). Mr. Perfect had inventory all weekend, so I really haven't seen him. And then I was bad and didn't even get up for church this morning... In my defense, I think I might have been in a small coma. I could not budge.

So..... I'm going to go ahead and do what so many before me already have. I'm doing a Q&A! Everybody says "yay!". Even if you don't get that excited, send me your questions folks. I'm pretty open, so I'll answer about everything, and probably with pictures because that's how I do. Email me at perfectlyimperfectlife@gmail{dot}com with your questions.

And if you don't mind too much, say a little prayer for this surgery because this girl is FREAKING. Not about the cramping or anything like that because I've been through that, but about the pain from the incisions in my abdomen. I'm seriously stressin' here folks.

Oh yea. And about that liquid diet thingy and the other ahem prep work... Not fun.

98.

I feel like I should do something super fun for my 100th post. But I'm freakin' out about my surgery next week and my brain isn't quite functioning properly. So I'm begging politely asking you lovely ladies for some suggestions... What would you like to hear about on my lovely 100th?

Nothing like waiting til the last minute or anything.. smooth.

Also smooth? This fierce skinned up knee I'm rocking.

That's right. My knee matches your pre-pubescent skate board riding boys.

I have super loose ligaments in my ankle. They tend to roll quite easily. Thankfully I've never had a sprained ankle because they are so loose. So I'm running along (on a very busy street) when my ankle rolled. If it's my right ankle, it's all gravy it doesn't even slow me down, if it's my left ankle, I usually eat dirt because my left knee is shot and give me 0 support.

Guess which ankle rolled?

I fell flat on the pavement. I. Was. Mortified.

And still a mile from home.

Not even going to lie. I busted out in tears (we're talking serious blow to the pride here people! I was on a BUSY street!). I ran limped the last mile with tears streaming down my face (they dried up quickly though), blood running down my legs, and blood running down my arms from where I landed on my hands.

I don't remember skinned knees hurting this bad when I was little?! And did your hands actually bruise when you fell on them where you were a kid?

Sign of the times not so much.. More like sign of the late 20's.

Also on the list of super fun things this girl got to do this week; I had my pre-op appointment on Tues. La de da the fun of yet one more physical and one more blood draw. Of one more nurse seriously checking your pulse when she sees your blood pressure is 98/58. I assume that's shocking. I promise you I'm sitting here breathing.

What was completely unexpected and almost made me run screaming for the hills?

My week on a strict liquid diet. You heard it here first. I almost walked out of the doctor's office.

I will be a raving maniac by Friday if I can't eat starting Monday. Oh my poor husband....

Enough ranting. Hook me up with some fun post ideas! What did you guys do for your 100th?

She's Just Being Miley?

Oh Miley, Miley, Miley...



While I thought you looked cute Miley (even almost a fan of that messy hair), I don't understand how you come out and throw your head around like your Steven Tyler. You're in an evening gown for crying out loud and your acting like you're joining a mosh pit...

Who's leading this baby?!?!? Somebody tell Billy Ray to quit giving his girl performance tips. It's killing me.

And why is she on Glamour's May cover?!? I'm missing that link there obviously....

But yay for saving Matt!!

A Second Foray into Domestication

I cooked dinner again tonite. I made Whitney's Mexican Chicken that I divoed off her blog.

It was actually very good. All things considered. Of course it wasn't easy.

I called Mr. Perfect at lunch to get him to pick up some Rotel and Velveeta cheese. He asked me multiple times "Is that all you need?". Multiple times I said yes.

Then I remembered we needed egg noodles. Thank goodness he hadn't left Publix yet. =)

When I got off work, it was raining something ridiculous. I happen to live in a very low lying area. Surrounded by water. I drive a Bug. It's usually not pretty if it rains more than 10 minutes. But I made it home. I got in the kitchen and started cooking right when I got home. I went to the pantry and got out the 2 cans of cream of chicken soup that I knew were in there.

Something made me check the expiration date; November of oh5. Are you freakin' kidding me. Do you realize how many times we've moved since then? Have we seriously been carting these two cans along for almost 4 years?!?

I should have kept them for posterity's sake.

So I had to get back out in the rain to get soup. (Oh yea. I was determined to make this recipe!). I went to two of the closest convenience stores. In the pouring rain. Neither had any soup. Made it to the Ghetto Lion (Food for some of y'all), opened the car down, and almost drowned. The water was so high it almost got into my car. Not cool Mother Nature. I get into the Ghetto Lion and get my stuff. I'm only carrying my Vera Bradley id case and keys which usually holds my debit card. Not today.

Boo. So I pull out the emergency credit card (yes, for just a couple bucks of groceries!), but somehow I'd let the daggum thing expire. I am dying. I run back out to the car to find some cash. The wind slams the car door on me and breaks my overpriced Vera Bradly umbrella. I am almost in tears.

I manage to dig up a checkbook. Not even sure to which account if you want to know the truth. I go back in and get my meager bag of groceries. The old lady behind me gives me more dirty looks. Thanks lady, I got it. You're pissed.

I return home wet and pissy, but determined. I forgot the noodles and let them cook way too long. But all in all, not to bad. The recipe was great, I just had to put a few of my special touches on it (limp noodles, burned chicken, etc...).

This whole domestic housewife thing might kill me. Not even joking.

The satisfaction of knowing I was actually able to put dinner on the table....

Totally worth it. However, my next nite to put dinner on the table might entail a quick stop at Pizza Hut....