The night before communion

Ok I don't have much time because I left my beer in the kitchen with my siblings and I fear they might drink the rest of it. Also Christophat just slapped me in the face. Just like the girl he is. This is going to have to count as my BEDM for the evening because I'm almost out of time!!!!! Currently arguing with that little noodle number 9 about the whereabouts of the "O" in Blog Every Day Of May. She does not understand that the "O" is not necessary. Alright, off to finish my beverage of choice which this evening is Bud Light Lime. Also one of my brothers is standing behind me watching me write this. He claims he already finished my beer but seeing as he is fourteen he is only kidding. I hope.

Nico Out.

Cinco de Mayo!!

I was a lazy bum today and decided not to work out. Probs not an entirely brilliant plan but mah legs needed a break. I think if I worked them any harder this week they would've detached themselves from my hips and walked themselves right out the door. They're legs, what do they care anyway? Got a mini-massage at work today. It was AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING! It was only ten minutes but it was ten minutes of pure bliss. I nearly passed out right there in the chair. I absolutely will be investing in a full-length massage one of these days. I get a discount so it shouldn't be too expensive. Though, if we're being honest here (and of course I am) I should really not be spending the money I definitely do not have on a massage. If there's a beauty treatment I'm going to spend my hard earned dollahs on it's a facial. I could seriously use one. I did recently fall in love with a new facial cleanser though. It's Burt's bees Soap bark and chamomile deep cleanser. It's amazing. My skin is now so soft and I only need to moisturize at night. Plus it smells like lemon sorbet so, BONUS for my nose!! Alright it's time for me to go read until some ungodly hour of the night. It's a taxing job to be me, but somebody has to do it ;)

soooooooooooo sore

Well, I'm not so much sore as I am exhausted. My legs have pretty much given up on me this evening. I would too if I were a pair of legs that was forced to perform for two hours of Zumba. It's all good though. They need to get used to it because I am seriously contemplating becoming a Zumba instructor. Because I love it. And I'm awesome at it. And now boys and girls it is time for me to retire up to the bedroom and finish reading my book. It is called "Hot Six" and it is the sixth book (shocking, I know) in a fantastic series about a kickass, Jersey girl bounty hunter. Every girl should read this series. The books are hilarious and really quick reads too. There are ten in all, and I've read 4, 5, and 6, in the last 48 hours. Who's awesome? I'm awesome. 

BEDM #3

Guys, I am totally kicking ass at this whole BEDM thing. It's going really well for me.
Did spin tonight and as usual, it kicked my ass.
Tried the new Zumba class right after spin and it wasn't as intense as I had expected it to be but it was still a pretty good workout. Swimsuit season is upon us people, time to crank it up a notch!!

My legs are pretty pissed at me though.

BEDM

Totally forgot about BEDM until approximately 6 minutes ago. Only the second day and I'm already failing almost. Yikes. Don't have much to say except that Sistah #1 would like to let it be known throughout the land that our mother did not in fact purchase her prom dress, she made it. So she didn't even get t ogo prom dress shopping. Upsetting right? That's all for this evening.

Nico out.

For Wess.

Hokay, because I was such a failure last month I am now proclaiming (at the very strong urgings of my dear friend Wessica)this to be the start of BEDM. This stand for Blog Every Day of May. It only kind of rhymes. I will certainly try not to let all 7(!!) of you readers down. 
 First of all I'd like to say that Easter was quite the success. Our matching pj's were quite the adorable choice. The week leading up to Easter however was exhausting. I spent 4 days in Jersey catching up with my family and friends I left behind when I moved on up to the  Great North. The best/worst part of it though was shopping for my baby sister's prom dress. It was the very last prom dress my parents will ever by for their children. Unless little brother decides to go that route but I sincerely doubt that will be the case. It was so fun but so sad at the same time!! It's so hard to believe that she'll be going off to college next year! And with my track record she will most likely finish school before I do. That was a joke. Except not really. Honestly though, I think the rest of us are way more emotional about it than she is. I know for a fact that I cared more about the final Prom Shopping Excursion than my own mother did. But I guess after five daughters she's pretty psyched to put an end to the purchasing of expensive dresses that let's face it, will only be worn once. Or twice. Depending on how many times you decide to wear it just because you feel like looking pretty. OH, that's not a normal thing? Not every girl does that? My b.

When in doubt, dance out

I have some excellent news. I have discovered a HUGE difference between the male members of both Connecticut and New Jersey. I will share this kernel of knowledge with you shortly but first I must start at the beginning. Last week my sister left me. She took her husband, their three children, and a bunch of suitcases and peaced out, leaving me with nothing but two snuggly pups and an otherwise empty house to look after. The first few days were fun. Although, I got a little lonely at night so I ended up moving the dog beds into my room. Cozy. However, I was free to come and go as I pleased (not that this is ever really an issue) and I always had control over what was on the television. This was all well and good but come Friday I just could not wait for my girls to arrive. So we went out to this great place called Molly Darcy's and we're dancing and singing along with the music (aka losing my shit when the band started playing a Bon Jovi medley) and then all of a sudden a miracle happens! This guy was dancing near me, like kind of trying to dance with me but not really wanting to be too forward, and then that "Hello" song came on and he started flailing about! All of a sudden one of his arms comes flying past my face and smacked my (full) beer out of my hand! The bottle literally shattered all over the ground but nobody else seemed to notice the tidal wave of Michelob Ultra cascading over my pants and the dance floor. Now if we were in Jersey, I would have lost it and started telling the guy off. Or rather my friends would do it on my behalf because hey, let's face it, I'm not really interested in confrontation. Said guy would have most likely responded with a "Whoops my bad" and then danced his way to the other side of the room. However, we were in the Great North and up here, there are other ways of handling the situation. In fact I didn't have to do anything! I didn't even have time to be mad! Once that bottle exploded into a thousand beer flavored fairies,this guy goes "Oh man I'm so, so, sorry. Here, come with me I'll buy you a new one." And just like that, my faith in the Connecticut male was solidified. It was a beautiful moment. As much as I have spouted my never ending love for Connecticut I will say this much: nobody knows how to party like Jersey girls do. I men the guys up here, they go out for some beers and whatever and if they meet someone they meet someone but I can honestly say that I never see single girls out on the town. If there are girls at the bar it's because their boyf couldn't convince them to stay home and write the diary that night. Isn't that strange? I mean even the singer of the band that night told us he could tell we weren't from around here. And then he certainly wasn't surprised when he found out where we're actually from. Here's the thing, I consider myself to be a pretty classy lady. But I sure as hell know how to throw down when there is something to be celebrated. I'm even all for making up holidays if it gives us an excuse to party. I've met women who've been living here for almost twenty years but they haven't lost their Jersey pride! Even my sister has been here for like, fifteen years and she still knows how to play a kickass game of flipcup! Who do you think taught me everything I know about drinking beer? Certainly not the men in my life that's for sure! I guess it just goes to show that you can take the girl from Jersey but you certainly can't take Jersey from the girl.