waiting with { very } baited breath

I fear that my sixth sense has kicked in, as it sometimes does.

Don't worry, I'm definitely not seeing dead people.

However, for the last few days, I've been filled with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. 

Like, to the point that I can't think straight or relax.

And last night when I was trying to fall asleep, I was having trouble breathing. 

 (it sounds worse now that I'm writing it out.... don't worry, I'm not dying!)

Anyways, this has happened to me a few times before in the past.

 I get this overwhelming feeling of anticipation....

(not necessarily the good kind)

 You know, like when you can just feel that something is off. 

Or something big is coming.

Or maybe a little bit of both. 

And basically EVERY SINGLE TIME I feel this way, something big happens. 

My family has to move across the country. 

I get called at the Relief Society President. 

Christian gets home from his mission, and 4 months later we are engaged. 

We have to quit our jobs and suddenly move to Florida for the summer. 

I've had these feelings before every single one of these events in the past. 

So you can see why I would be nervous....

AND, last night as I was feeling all this, 

out of no where Christian said he was having the same exact feelings. 

Anyways, it's probably nothing.... And this definitely isn't blog worthy material so please forgive me. 

I've just been needing some way to get this off my chest, because I can't handle the physical strain that it's causing me ha.

SOMEBODY GET ME A VALIUM PLEASE?!

foodie { fail } friday

*This is a day late. As I'm sure you are aware.
OBVIOUSLY I DO WHAT I WANT*

So this weeks meals were a weird conglomeration of mexican and cajun dishes. 

Mexican is always fine by me, but for some reason I really struggle to enjoy cajun food. 

Here's a story:

Last winter, I randomly felt the need to make gumbo one night. 

So I did... and then regretted it forever after. 

You guys... it was TERRIBLE. 

And you'r probably thinking "well Brooke, maybe you're just a horrid cook."

And maybe that was part of the problem, but only like... 40%. 

Because I'm actually pretty decent in the kitchen. 

Gumbo is just basically disgusting. 

So this week, there was a dish called
"Shrimp with beans and rice"
And really, I like all those things. So I was like
"yeah I will TOTZ cook that shiz!"
Little did I know.... It was secretly a gumbo recipe!!!!!!

GUYS.
What the name really should have been is:
"THIS CRAP WILL MAKE YOU BARF IT TASTES SO BAD"

Don't be fooled by that innocent looking dinner.
This was my face as I took my first, second and third bites.
About 1/8 of a bite later, I stopped and made Christian finish my portion for me.
And then I did what any self-respecting person would have done and went and bought myself a doughnut from Krispy Kreme.

Gross dinners be darned!
You will not get the best of me!

wellness wednesday: things I've learned from Zumba

1. Pitbull is like.... 
Zeus of the Zumba music world.

And all the teachers love him.

(Here's a secret: I actually do too. I don't vocalize it much thought, because Christian has.... um.... less than favorable feelings for him ha!)

He's like:

"Whadup. 

I'm bald and I'm wearing a white suit.

Which would normally make me douchey, but guess what. 

I do what I want because I'm Mr. Worldwide, aka

Freaking Pitbull."

2. Even white girls can have hips that don't lie.

Guys, I purposely position myself in front of the mirrors so I can watch myself be a fake Latina.

And guess what. 

Even though I haven't danced since I was like, 6....

The more that I move my hips, the better

(aka less awkward)

I look!

And let me tell you.... I get a WAY better workout too. 

So even if you are as caucasian as the come

(Don't worry, you aren't. That spot has been has actually been filled by me already)

you too can ALMOST look Latina in your Zumba class.

3. I really really really want to meet Kass Martin, or go to one of her classes. 

Or possibly both. 

Guys, she's in the actual Wii Zumba game! 

And she lives right here in good old Orem!

So she's got to be awesome right?!

4. When Latin girls come to the class, just be prepared to feel stupid and be judged. 

I mean, Zumba is like their thing.

They are going to one up you, no matter how hard you try. 

So you might as well do what I do and high-tail it to the other side of the classroom, where you will feel only slightly less stupid. 

5. Having double jointed elbows makes you look TOTALLY weird while you are dancing.

And unfortunately I suffer from this. 

And I'm still trying to decide if it's going to keep me from getting Zumba certified one day. 

I just don't want to be in front of a class, and have everyone be all:

"What the heck is wrong with her ELBOWS?!"

6. If you ever convince your husband to PUBLICLY do Zumba with you, here are some good guidelines.

First, just omit the idea completely if you are over 60. 

Zumba is probably too much for you to handle anyways. 

Second, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT tantalize each other in the class.

This includes raising eyebrows at one another, fake bum slapping, and other suggestive moves.

I'm all about PDA, but that's just gross and uncomfortable for everyone involved.

This is especially gross and uncomfortable if you are the aforementioned over 60 years old.

Unfortunately, I am a firsthand witness of this. 

Not pretty.

 7. And finally, if you have never done Zumba, or it's been a long time since doing Zumba, you're probably going to feel like this lady for at least 3 weeks:

And that's okay, because we've all been there right? What matters is that you are trying!
(This however, does not change the fact that it's still hilarious. Sorrynotsorry)

And there you have it. 

Who knew that a workout class could offer so much wisdom?!

bangin'

To take a break from studying today, I decided to see how I would look with straight across bangs. 

Here's how NOT to do that:

This is also the picture that is on my BYU id. 

I'm so cool, on so many levels. 

Just to let you all know, Paint is good for a lot of things....

It's just not the best for generating hair styles.
Who knew, right?!

You learn something new every day.  

(non) foodie friday

Let me tell you about this week.

I have only cooked dinner literally 1 time, so basically there isn't any neat-o food to talk about. 

Unless you want to know about the chicken sandwich I got from Wendy's a few nights ago. 

And you probably don't, so there you go. 

Christian and I have been bogged down by a majillion things this week. 

Midterms, family commitments, endless homework, you get the idea.

I think the stress of it all has taken a toll on my immune system

(what's new?!)

and I've been battling some serious fatigue this week. 

Take Wednesday morning for instance. 

After a hot 6 hours of sleep, which is basically a recipe for disaster when it comes to my emotional state, my alarm rang at the crack of dawn. 

And this is what happened.

Not even 10 seconds into my Kenny Loggins alarm,

my brain starts freaking out, and I'm all:

"Why the heck is my alarm ringing?!"

"Why do I still have a Kenny Loggins song as my alarm?

in fact, I hate this freaking song!"

(which I totally don't but that's what happens when you are low on sleep. 

Hatred= everything) 

"swear word!!!!"

"I can't believe I have to get up and make a meal right now, just so we can stay on campus until like 9 o'clock tonight! I hate campus!"

"And I don't even like eating dinner!"

"And I have to go to Biology this morning?! TO LEARN ABOUT DNA?! 

I DON'T EVEN LIKE DNA!"

"It's so cold in this room, it's like the arctic tundra! And I don't even like the arctic tundra!"

"WHY IS THIS SONG STILL PLAYING?!"

......and that's when, 

in all my dramatic and exhausted glory, 

I burst into tears.

Full-on sobbing, snot running down my face, blubbering, ugly cry, tears.

For about 10 straight minutes. 

It wasn't even 6:30 in the morning, and I was already reaching a 10 on my emotional scale. 

NOT GOOD, DUDES. 

Poor Christian just sat there rubbing my back in an attempt to console me.

Which didn't work, and somehow actually made me more mad.

(sorry about that, my dear husband...)

And then, to ice that blessed cake, I cried about 4 more times that day.

Just.... I can't......

I know right??

So yeah. Basically that's the kind of week we've had.

And I'm really looking forward to wiping my hands clean of it ha!