A Saturday in a Track Suit

Happy Saturday, my friends! I hope you all made some awesomely horrible decisions and this posts finds you somewhere between hungover and day drunk.

Or maybe that's probably just me. I'm headed to the beach!

Today is the first ever Saturday in Yoga Pants. And no, I'm not talking about me and what I'm wearing right now. I'm talking about me snagging a little brilliant idea from my funny friend Taylor and I'm opening my blog up to one guest blogger per Saturday! You can find more info about this in my sponsor tab.

So, let's get the party started and everyone meet Ashley from Track Suit Friday! 

Hi Ashley!

What made you start blogging?

With some encouragement from a few friends I really trusted to be brutally honest, I bought the domain name almost 2 years ago.  But, in the last few months, I've really felt the need to inflict myself upon tens...of elevens of people.  So, I started using the domain name.  I'm still flopping around like a fish out of water trying to find the direction I want to take, but so far I've really had a lot of fun just e-meeting all these great girls (women) and writing about all the stupid shit I do.

Do you ever wear track suits to work? We could really be quite to duo.

I freakin' WISH I could wear track suits to work.  The name actually came from a job I used to have where these older ladies would make a total mockery out of "casual Friday" and come decked out in these velour track suits, head to toe in one color.  They were like an elastic waisted gang.  I didn't dare wear one, I think you had to get jumped in by the old lady crew, and to be honest, they were a little scary.   

You say you like crap television. What are some of your favorites and why? This is a judgement free zone, I expect pure crap!

 I will literally watch anything on MTV, Bravo or A&E without questioning it.  I will not miss Teen Mom, Shahs of Sunset, Housewives (of course), or lately, my husband and I started watching that celebrity diving show Splash.  It's a total shit show and we tune in every week like total losers.  My dedication to this crap is unwavering.  I work in academics so by the time I get home, all I want to do is hit the "off" switch and fill my brain with stupid.  Thankfully, TV has presented me with nearly endless options to this. 

I feel you, girrrrl.

When I say "favorite" what's the very first thing that comes to mind?  

Matt.  He's my most favorite person.  Which is good, because I married him. But anyone who does my laundry and makes me dinner easily becomes my favorite person, so he should watch his step since his "favorited" position isn't exactly secure.  I kid!!  But on the real, he's unbelievably great and has reminded me (and some of my single girlfriends) that good guys aren't unicorns.  

You have a recipe for the best black bean soup ever on your blog (that I'm so tempted to try out). If you could eat one thing, in mass proportions without gaining weight, for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Try the soup.  It will take all of 10 minutes, and you won't be sorry.  But, if my inner beast could eat one thing in large quantities, without gaining weight, it would be, without hesitation, french fries.  They are my food kryptonite.  If you order them, even if I did too (because lets face it, I always order them), I will eat yours too.  Chili fries, gravy fries, plain fries, don't care.  Just don't give me sweet potato fries, because they stir up all kinds of irrational anger.  

Side note from Whitney: I totally get this irrational anger. Sweet potatoes are simply a disgrace to the potato name.

What would you do if you got one of those husband-free weekends you mentioned in this post? 

My "single girl" weekends almost always consist of laying in bed watching the above mentioned shows well in to the afternoon, where I then pull on some hideous clothes (namely a pair of black yoga pants that have worn thin in the butt), a long t shirt to cover said ass, and whatever shoes happen to be laying on the floor.  Then I'll go out and shop (I honestly love to shop alone or with my Mom), hit up trader Joe's or Fresh & Easy, then when I get home, I'll relocate from my bed to the couch where I'll split my time between the DVR and the kitchen, where I like to cook a really good dinner for myself.  I start to feel disgusting if this pattern continues for more than 24 hours.  In which case, I call a girlfriend and get whiny until they decide to go with me to get our nails done or something.  But, by Monday, I'll be ready for Matt to come home and resume our crazy ass schedule once again.

Everyone be sure to stop by and say hello to Ashley at her blog!!

Have a great rest of the weekend and let's all pray I don't burn at the beach!