*New Band* Update

My hubby introduced me to this band that everyone in the world needs to be familiar with. Not only do they have Italian wedding lights in the video (my favorite...and a staple on my soon-to-be built deck), but they say the "f" word in their first big song. And anyone who knows me know that that word is also a favorite of mine.

Mumford and Sons!

It is virtually impossible to find a ticket to one of their shows, and they are crazy amazing. They have actually been out for awhile across the pond, but are now gaining some respect in the US. They are all from London, and have the most amazing chemistry, not to mention the sexiest most honest lyrics ever.

If you get some time to check out their video or Itunes some of their music, I would highly recommend it. Let me know what y'all think!

Gym'n It

So I joined a gym. I know, I know. It's a gigantic waste of money, but seriously....there is only so much Jillian Michaels I can take.

Yes, I know she is free. And she lets me not leave the house, so the entire world can't see how sweaty and nasty I am after I run 3.2 miles....but I figure it's a way to be entirely motivated. A. I am spending my money on this, so I better get my ass there....and B. They let me keep up with my workouts and calories on a fun little website.

And they let me tan, which makes me feel instantly better after a bad day/week at work. I know, cancer cancer, but I am going to die of something someday...at least I'll be tan when I am.

I've made it a goal to run a 5k every day (which will probably end up like 4-5 days a week), in addition to my dancing, which by the way, turns out to be really fun. And up until recently wasn't really a workout, but let me tell you. The tango can definitely be one..

Dance Baby Dance!

So while lost in my 20's, still not knowing who I am, I decided to sign up for dance classes.

Have. I. Lost. My. Mind?

I have rhythm. I can dance. But this isn't booty shaking to Usher or whatever song Ke$ha has out....this is actual ballroom dance.

Hubby won't go with me, so I'm alone on this one. I got my first lesson next Tuesday at 6pm. With a boy dance teacher. What if I'm a klutz? He says to wear heels. Heels? To dance? On a wooden floor.

Oh Lord.

I am going to make an ass out of myself.