friday favorites: the oh my rodeo one

Favorite Song

Radio by Darius Rucker.

Rodeo starts this weekend so geeeeeeeeet reeeeeeeeady, Teeeeeeeeexas!

*I still have no idea what Rodeo really is. I'm just acting as excited as every other Texan around me is acting.

Favorite Food

Have you picked up on the fact that holiday candy is my jam? My jim jam, yummy yum favorite thing ever? Well today I would like to introduce you to my favorite Easter candy. 

Ugh, sorry brb gotta go grab a handful before I can keep typing. Too. Weak. 

While I run and grab another couple, you plan your next outing to Walgreens or CVS or Kroger or wherever the heck ya can get yo'self some of these. 

Favorite Pilates Move

We got behind last week when I didn't post with our Ab Series of 5 we've been practicing this month. Am I using the right pronoun? We?? And if you haven't been practicing, might I suggest stop reading this sentence and dropping to the floor and doing your single and double leg stretch. 

Because today we are moving on to Single Straight Leg Stretch. 

Pro-tips: all the same as the others. Imagine your belly button sinking deeper towards your spine with every switch of the leg. Keep your chin off of your chest. Find that little "kiss" of your glute when you leg is hovering over the floor. 

Favorite Gift

Remember when I/everyone that participated in the Christmas Blogger Exchange with Olya and Mattie begged for a Valentine's gift exchange?

Great success. Ashley from The Wandering Weekenders (who also lives in Houston and probably is excited about Rodeo) gave me the best Galentine's Valentine's gifts ever. Do you know how I long I have wanted the Essie color Ballet Slippers? Because hello, ballerina tattooed on my body over here, but for whatever reason I have never purchased said needed Essie color. Which Ashely obviously knew when she sent me that nail polish along with a bunch of other presents that perfectly define the word, "cutesies."

Favorite Not Favorite Moment Of The Week

I've been having some tests run for some stomach issues I've been having recently. Note: stomach issues is not code for I'm pregnant, so sorry 'bout ya. A-n-y-ways, there I was yesterday on the way to the studio to teach post-doctor appointment. On the way to the studio to teach post-doctor appointment with no exercise pants to change into. On the way to the studio to teach post-doctor appointment with no exercise pants to change into, and a must-be-refrigerated bag of probiotics and a sterile bag with empty tubs meant for my future stool samples. 

Eff. 

My. 

Life.

Don't worry, guys, grown-up Emily managed to buy exercise pants from the studio, put the probiotics in the studio fridge, and carry around my empty stool sample containers all afternoon. Yolo. 

FML. YOLO. TMI and all that, right? 

LOL?

No?
Still stuck the TMI part?

Happy Friday!

Linking up with Karli and Amanda.

bowl cut babes

I'm sure by now that most of you know that Freddie is a twin (and by now you also know that Ricky and Freddie are the same person). 

Meet Jimmie, Freddie's twin.

I know what you're thinking. Emily, you big fat liar. They don't even look like brothers, much less twins. And to that I say...

I agree. But they are twinsies for realsies and thick as thieves and honestly, it's the cutest thing ever. I don't care that they are two grown bleep men---I still use the word cute because it accurately describes their twinsie-ness and I love it. 

But here's something you probably didn't know. 

Freddie and I are also twins.

What?! Ew. Gross. Y'all are married. Don't get strange. And to that I say...

We're not twins twins, but we are haircut twins which makes us twins in a way. Let me explain. 

Example A

Example B

Have you ever had a bad haircut before? You have? Okay, great. Well mine and Freddie's cut-to-perfection bowl cuts can crush your regular bad haircuts straight into the mud. I often wondered if people ever actually placed a bowl on one's head to create the bowl cut look, and you know what? I almost don't see any other way that Freddie's hairdresser could have achieved that edge-of-the-bowl-line on his hair other than to have put an actual bowl over his head. 

Let me finish up this gem of a post with two thoughts:

1- Why didn't we have matching haircuts at out wedding? Hashtag fail. Hashtag wedding re-do. 

2- I can't wait to bowl cut the crap out of future little Emily's and little Ricky's hair. 

May all your future haircuts be beautiful and free of any bowls on your head. 
Over and out. 

pie lattes

Well hel-a-freaking-lo. A big ol' MY B for zero posts last week. 

Oh, what's that? You didn't even notice. Perfect!

You see, last week I was much too busy finishing up my Pilates training to play the role of a so-on-top-of-it-this-is-the-bird's-eye-view-of-my-clothes blogger. 

But just in case you're curious, I was rocking the whole homeless fashion look last week. 

WAIT WAIT WAIT!

Back up, home girl. Did you say finishing up Pilates training?

I. KNOW. Aren't the cool kids these days just saying ikr? Anyways what the what what what. Yesterday was my last training day for my comprehensive Pilates certification. I spent the past week doing and learning to do this...

And this...

And this...

And this...

That is a whole lotta pictures of me back to back. Sorry 'bout it.

I slept a little and complained a lot. Just so you are aware of all the juicy deets from my past week. But seriously, I've been making some puhretty suggestive noises while foam rolling out my back and shoulders these past few days. 

A year ago my group started our comprehensive Pilates training, and since then we've met every eight weeks to continue on to the next system of movement and learning. Here we are in February 2016, and I have eight weeks to cram my brain full of all the Pilates knowledge, history, movement, background, and principles I can possible recall (and all the Pilates movements that I can possibly make my muscles strong enough to actually do) before I fly to Florida in April and test out. 

So, that being said, I'm off to go study joint capsules and figure out how to get the lower abdominal strength of Thor's bigger, stronger, and lesser known brother, Sore. Be back when I finally learn how to spell everything anatomy related. 

!

friday favorites: the lurve one

'Twas the Friday before Valentine's Day and all through the house...

Emily had candy stored. For her, not for a mouse. 

While rhyming is oh so fun, let's get on with it.

Son. 

Favorite Song

Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton

This. On repeat. Non-stop. All I want in life (right now...) is to slow dance in the kitchen to this song. LIKE FO' REAL, Freddie. Come on. 

Favorite Food

This was taken pre-oven time. Trust me, they look a lot more blog worthy post-oven time. 

The first Valentine's we were dating I made Freddie Cheesecake Stuffed Strawberries. (spoiler alert: one of my good friends in college actually made them, but technicalities). The second Valentine's Day we were dating I made Strawberry Nutella Pop tarts. Then it kind of became a thing where each Valentine's Day I make him some kind of strawberry treat. Here we are now about to celebrate our fourth (?) (math is hard) V-day together and all he talks about are those dang pop tarts. So this thing where I make him strawberry treats is about to become a thing where I only make him Strawberry Nutella Pop tarts. I can dig this thing, and I can also eat all these things. 

Now go make some things and start your own pop tart V-day thing.

Favorite Valentine's Day Decor

My sister sent me this in the mail yesterday. I feel like no other statement should have so much meaning to my husband. I love me some candy. 

...

I also love my husband.

But candy.  

Favorite Pilates Move

In keeping with our February is the month of eating chocolate working abs theme we are going to move from Single Leg Stretch straight into Double Leg Stretch. There are several variations of this move, but let's just focus on this one for now.

  Pro-tips: same as before..Keep your tailbone heavy.  Your lower back does not get to imprint on the floor. Gaze down at your low belly while reaching arms and legs out on diagonals to make sure it's staying flat across and not pooching up. B-r-e-a-t-h-e. It's good for you. 

Favorite Valentine's Day Card

The amount of time I have spent browsing Etsy for funny Valentine's Day cards is not embarrassing at all. Because it is hashtag necessary and fun. This shop is my absolute favorite shop from which to get cards, and I'm not even getting paid to say that! ! ! That's how freaking fantastic these cards are.

But this one takes the Valentine's Day cake...

Happy Friday!

Linking up with Karli and Amanda. 

on having a husband and not having a boyfriend

It has come to my attention that there is some confusion going around. Some big time confusion.  Some Emily has a boyfriend and a husband? confusion. Some Why doesn't Emily have her own TLC show yet? confusion.

Meet Freddie. 

Formerly known as Freddiefriend, Freddiefiance, and Freddiehusband. 

In legal terms, known as Frederick.

Frederick. 

Rick.

Ricky.

Get it?

When my grandmother met Freddie the first thing she said was, Oh! Frederick! A family name! It's true. We've got some Fredericks running around the hills of Tennessee, and one of those Fredericks goes by Rick. When I realized the creativity behind such a nickname I knew Freddie needed that nickname, too.

Are posts done through gifs instead of words still a thing? Can we pretend they are a thing for the next ten to fifteen seconds?

Start the timer...

Enter me calling him Rick and/or Ricky all the time. And yes, it doesn't count unless you say it like it's said in this video (srsly, watch the video. You won't regret it). 

Enter his response to his new name.

Enter him finally responding to said rickname (heeeey-oh, see what I did there? Wink).

Enter everyone in my family calling him Rick.

Enter his own father, Fred Sr., calling him Rick. 

Enter my greatest success yet. 

End timer.

And that's the story of how my husband has five million names and I don't have a boyfriend on the side. The end.