Walking contradiction

Giving.

2009-01-14T19:52:00.002-06:00

I have recently had some pretty astonishing realizations in the past month or so, and I am so excited with how they will affect my life. There are many things I have struggled with (I know, everyone has their own set of problems. I'm not alone) all because of such seemingly insiginificant things I experienced during my childhood. One of these, one that has impacted me the most, in the most difficult ways, is the crazy notion that I am somehow more worthwhile a person when I am in a romantic relationship. So I have struggled, begged, pleaded, stayed in bad relationships, made excuses for myself and my partners, have gone crazy when I've been dumped...the list goes on and on. This has become most apparent to me in recent days, while going through some relationship problems (duh) and seeing a sister's behavior, which mirrors my own.

One of the worst things I have done is to live in fear. Fear of being hurt, mostly, but also, and more importantly, fearing that once someone gets to know the real me, they will chage their minds and walk away. I can now attest one very positive aspect of drinking alcohol: this did not bother me when I drank. Liquid courage was literally that, and suddenly, I didn't care and my fears were set aside. But, now that I do not drink nearly as often as I used to, and I have been involved with someone that doesn't drink at all, the fear set in with a force I was not able to cope with. I was paralyzed when I was around him, unable to be myself because of my irrational fears. Naturally, things didn't work out so well between us. (Well, things are...we're working on some things. It's another story, and not the story I am focusing on. Maybe later.)

But the failed relationship is not the point. I finally was able to uncover something that has been bothering me for so long! I am so happy! The thing is, I have been looking for someone to give love to me. Although I am a giving person, I feel that my expectations in relationships are skewed, and I expect way too much, and do not give much in return. I will be changing that. A few days ago, I found an article on Oprah.com, and it really hit a nerve, in a good way. It helped me realize that I was focusing on the wrong things all along, and I could learn to give, and give freely in all situations and to all people. The author is having problems with her boyfriend. He has commitment issues, and refuses to tell her he loves her. She had tried everything, and was feeling pretty frustrated. One day at church, right before lent, she decided to go on a love fast. She was giving up her neediness for it, no matter how hard it was. Here is an exerpt:

One morning in the middle of my 40-day love fast, I awoke with a realization: I already had all the love that I needed. I had it from my mother and brother, from my friends, even from the memory of the love that my father had given me before his death. Consciously giving love to others—and seeing them spontaneously give it back—had made me recognize the love in my life more clearly. Most important, I had all the love I needed from God, or whatever you want to call that larger reality of the universe. I didn't need Joe's love. And yet, I still wanted it.

Of course, Joe is the writer's boyfriend. They do end up together, but she does make note that it could have gone the other way. Her love fast had prepared her for either outcome.

So kids, here's to fasting. And here's to giving. And here's to finally overcoming one more obstacle.

(If you would like to read the full article, follow this link: http://www.oprah.com/article/omagazine/200810_omag_love_fast)

You wanna know why? I'll tell you why.

2008-12-13T21:09:00.005-06:00

So...I have been avoiding this specific situation for a long time. Ever since I moved back home, I have generally avoided most of the church members in the area. Since I don't want to be saved or be a project, I thought it would be best for everyone involved to just not go there. Well, some old friends invited me specifically to a Christmas party, and my parents assumed that I wouldn't be interested. They still told me about it, and after some thought, I decided to go. The majority of the individuals there were people that I grew up with, that I loved, respected and looked up to. It seemed to make sense at the time to go.

My parents and I went together, and when they saw what I was wearing, they freaked out. Apparently, my shirt was "just too much action since the crowd is older, they're just not used to seeing that kind of thing." Give me a break. I don't hang out of anything, a) because I don't think a b-cup could really 'hang' out, and b) I just don't wear clothes like that. Sure, it is a v-neck top, but I had a tank underneath it, and everything was tasteful. My mother brought out a cable-knit, crew neck sweater for me to wear instead. Thanks guys. Glad to know you appreciate your daughter for who she is.

At first, the party was great! I was able to catch up with so many people from my past, the ones who still loved me when I was an annoying teenager. But...Nothing gets me down more than a conservative, closed-minded asshole. I was apprehensive of the Mormon party because of people like this, and this time, I was totally right. Everything was great until the white elephant gift exchange. Naturally, I got picked last, and the present that was left were a buch of these ads that Mormons have put together for their youth. I included a couple of examples:

Everybody laughed, including me. Just my luck, the only non-Mormon in the room gets the MormonAds. Then, some dude I don't even know decides to say this, "Hey, look how things work out so well. The person that needs these the most got them!" Ok, man. I took it in stride. I was able to laugh about it, but why do you have to go on making comments about it? Then, when people were switching gifts, he kept on saying, "Hey. Don't take those from her. She needs them!" Just shut the fuck up, won't you? Because it was only funny when EVERYONE ELSE WAS LAUGHING.

When it was my turn to switch, I picked a lampshade. The largest lampshade I have ever seen. Not to be outdone, captain dipshit had something to say about that too. "Hey, I wanna see you out at New Years wearing that lampshade on your head while you're PARTYING!!" "New Years eve, you'll be PARTYING it up with that lampshade on your head!" Again, no one's laughing so SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH.

Why does this make me so angry? I'll tell you why. Don't assume you know anything about me because you know one measly fact about my religious status. So I'm not Mormon. That must mean I need help guidance from an ad campaign your religion started for your promiscuous, bratty teenagers. And that also must mean that I "party hard", and need lampshades to make drunken escapades that much more spectacular. Really. Thanks for the vote of confidence. You really have me pegged.

So that's why I generally stay away from Mormons and their activities. Because unless I know them personally, most Mormons usually PISS ME OFF.

I like, I like!

2008-09-02T10:20:00.002-05:00

The first day of classes areu usually boring. Not for me. A teacher in my class was describing his wife and said, "Don't get me wrong, she's a nice lady, but she could go bear hunting with a switch."

Frankly, I wouldn't mind that if someone described me in that way someday. How badass is that?

I was also on the phone with a new suitor last night. When he asked how tall I am, I answered, "I'm five feet three inches of greatness." I know, I know. Sometimes I should turn the charm off. Just a little bit.

Now I'm getting political on your a$$

2008-08-30T13:53:00.004-05:00

A summer full of a retarded schedule must equal to no blogging. I was about to write that I was unsure of why, but I think I know. For some reason, I have been in this weird depressed state over the summer, and I am trying to work through it. I think I wanted to work through it alone, and it has been working. Here's to progress.

So, I have some comments for the summer. First, I have decided that I need a May break, and an August break. I am exhausted, and school starts next week. The one good thing about it is that a) That means my fitness schedule increases so I can quit the crappy job I had and b) I will be on more of a set schedule so *maybe* I won't be so damn tired all the time? We'll see. I also backed off on some of my teaching, so I will be teaching about 15 hours per week instead of 20. I think that will help.

This semester will be really busy, but I am taking a lot of classes I am excited about, particularly biomechanics, the physiology of exercise, and Spanish. I hope that my reduced teaching schedule will leave more room for studying. We'll see how that pans out, since I'm such a lazy little bitch. ;)

My Olympic feevah is slowly subsiding. I want to keep Shawn Johnson in my pocket and let her out when I'm sad. Flip, Shawn! Flip! That would make me very happy. At the end of the day, it would be great to have her in the house, you know? You come home from a hard day's work, and she's there to flip and jump and twirl...anyway, enought about gymnastics. I would also like to marry Aaron Piersol. Backstroke to me, baby! So ladies, you can have Michael Phelps. I will take the backstroker any day.

Um, hi, Aaron. Um...are you wearing any pants? Well, they're really not necessary perse, I'm just asking:

But for real, I have promised myself that I will keep my options open with dating, and will try to not be such a scaredy cat. Ever since a BAD, BAD breakup last summer, I've been pretty closed off to opportunities and have exclusively tried to date guys that live out of town. I just need to get over it and be happy with me, and what I might find right in my own back yard. (But Aaron Piersol is a dandy alternative...even if it is a fantasy!)

Finally, to the theme of this post. I have finally gotten involved in politics a bit. For the first time in my life, I voted in the primary election. Even though my pick was not the ultimate winner (Hillary), I am still pleased with the result. Honestly, I was torn between the two, and my ultimate choice came down to health care. It seemed to me that Hillary's plan had a better chance of actual action compared to Barack's, but I am still hopeful for change. During my adult life, I have spent the majority of it uninsured, yet gainfully employed. I am tired of working my butt off while the unemployed individuals get coverage, and I don't get coverage because I'm not "poor enough".

I am also extremely frustrated with John McCain's choice of VP. Actually, I'm less frustrated and more annoyed and offended than anything. To me, it's like saying, "Hey ladies, you didn't get Hillary. Of course you were just voting for her because she's got a vagina, so here's a vagina for you to vote for. You don't really care about the politics anyway, now do you? Get back in the kitchen, and vote for your fellow woman come November." So, yeah, that was a little sarcastic, but really? Oooh, she's breaking the glass ceiling, but watch out. She will take away all of your rights of choice while she's at it. She will get all the glory, and if she has her way, your sisters, nieces, mothers, aunts, grandmothers, and every other woman that might be affected by a violent sexual crime will not have a choice if they happen to conceive. That's right I said it. Let's set aside general choice. Let's talk about instances of rape, incest and endangerment to the mother and/or fetus. If Sarah Pallin has her way, women in America will not have a choice in those situations. That is not okay with me, nor is is okay with anyone I know.

This woman removes choice from the equation, and refuses to acknowledge extreme circumstances:

Do you agree? Disagree? I promise to not be a sarcastic bitch if we talk about it.

I'd better run. Before I offend anyone else. Honestly, though, I have been keeping up with just about everyone this summer. Eliza, congrats on baby Weston! Jackie, congrats on the house! Katie, I can't believe your little man is walking! Post a video already! Mel, congrats on hanging with Neil Diamond (well, almost--he looked just like him anyway)! And April, your kids are just adorable.

We'll see if I can keep this up. I've got no guarantee for ya.

My favorite song

2008-06-08T23:35:00.003-05:00

Right now, this is my favorite song. I ADORE it. Listen to the words, and pretend he's singing about you. Making you feel very amazing.

Long time, no see!

2008-06-02T20:17:00.009-05:00

Whew! What a crazy few months this has been. 2008 has brought so much to me, and I am truly lucky to have all that I have, despite all the ups and downs. I've been home from Hawaii for a week now, and even though I'm no longer in paradise, I'm glad to be back. But, check these out!

Beautiful flowers:

Exotic beaches:

Amazing food:

Amazing drinks:

Amazing adventures (Check out the North Shore SKYDIVING view!):

Palm trees:

And finally...North Shore chickens!!

When I left Hawaii the first time, I felt like I left so much behind. This time, I feel that even though I'm no longer in paradise, I came back whole, happy and ready to continue with my life just as it is.

It was a struggle to get through the end of the semester, but it all ended on a positive note, and I am excited for a break. It feels like I could sleep for a long time! I'm lucky that I have some time to do that this summer, although I'm still working quite a bit. And...working on the tan I acquired while in Hawaii might be in the mix a little too!;) I hope you enjoy the pictures!

Oops! I got tagged.

2008-04-18T15:34:00.002-05:00

Katie tagged me! So I must oblige...

A - Attached or single? Eh, single. See last post. I'm feeling better, though. Time heals all wounds, for sure.
B - Best friend? My sis Nicole. Plus I have a lot of really awesome close friends all over the place!
C - Cake or pie? That's a mean question. Don't make me pick ONE! I'll take both and work out extra hard later. :)
D - Day of choice? Any day I get to Zumba or rock climb; even better, how about both?
E - Essential item? Chapstick. Food. Workout shoes.
F - Favorite color? Green, purple, red.
G - Gummy bears or worms? Bears. I like biting their heads off first! Muahahahahaha!
H - Hometown? La Crosse, WI
I - Indulgences? Travel, good food, workout gear.
J - January or July? July, unless it's January somewhere tropical. ;)
K - Kids? Goodness, no!
L - Life isn't complete without? Family, all my pals, working out.
M - Marriage date? NO THANK YOU.
N - Number of brothers and sisters? Two of the best sisters ever!
O - Oranges or apples? Fruit salad!
P - Phobias or fears? Fear of falling, being alone forever.
Q - Quote? Courage doesn't always roar, sometimes it is the quiet assurance that you will try again tomorrow.
R - Reason to smile? So many reasons! Good family and friends, an awesome career path...
S - Season of choice? Summer, and it's almost heeeeeeeere!!
T - Tag six: Do I even have six friends? :D Whoever would like to reply I guess.
U - Unknown fact about me? I'm pretty much an open book. Um...one of the reasons why I teach at the jail is so the inmates can teach me hip hop! :D
V - Vegetable? Anything that my mom makes.
W - Worst habit? Being cluttered.
X - X-ray or ultrasound? Never had an ultrasound...
Y - Your favorite food? I'd probably have to say Mexican, or Sushi.
Z - Zodiac sign? Crabby little Cancer. ;)

Breaking up...

2008-04-07T08:07:00.002-05:00

...is hard to do. It is hard to not take things personally. It is tough understanding that this person you care about so much just doesn't feel the same way. I don't know how much hope I have left for relationships, but I'm trying. Today, I have so many things to do, and all I want to do is sit in bed and watch 'The Sweetest Thing'. Over, and over again.

Grateful

2008-03-24T15:48:00.002-05:00

The sun is shining, and it's time to accentuate the positive: let's talk about some things I've been thankful for lately.

1. Crazy friends that will travel thousands of miles with me to walk around aimlessly in a city they have never been to. Luckily for me, it was San Diego, so there was plenty to do. And plenty to eat.

2. People that speak intentionally with awkward voices and noises. This especially works when you speak LOUDLY.

3. Parents that make me lunch every day.

4. A boyfriend that says, "Stay in bed while I make breakfast."

5. People that I have only met a time or two taking the time to see me when I'm generally in their neck of the woods...only an hour away. Three times in one week.

6. Randomness in drive-thrus at 2am. Yelling, "I love you!" so many times that the drive through attendant says, "I love you too." comes to mind.

Have a happy day!

Pay it forward...

2008-03-16T13:16:00.003-05:00

With all the hustle and bustle of life that I experience (just like everybody else), sometimes it's easy to forget about the little things that matter. I have been teaching so much that I have forgotten those little things.

I have people that attend my classes for me, not for anybody else. I hope that someday, they go for themselves, but it is so humbling that they are so dedicated to the way that I teach. I have realized that when I teach, my problems go away for a little while. That feels so nice.

Despite our differences, my parents are so supportive. One of my sisters is having some serious problems with her in-laws, and it has made me realize how important it is to have loyal parents. Not everyone has that advantage.

And despite the enormous headache it is, I have the opportunity to be back in school to pursue a dream I didn't realize I had until a few months ago. I am SO TIRED. But after this semester, I only have 2 left, then it's on to my internship. There will be a summer in there for some rest, and I think that will help a lot.

After feeling down for the past couple of months, I just don't feel like I have the right to continue to feel bad about my life. I may not be sure where I am going, but I certainly have the tools to succeed wherever I end up!

Better

2008-03-12T15:15:00.002-05:00

Not all the way of course, but I'm feeling much better. I had a good, long talk with my counselor today and we are working on a few things to get me in the healthy mindset I need to be with relationships. Somehow, some way, I will be able to fill that void I feel, and I will fill it myself. Right now, it seems like a daunting task, but I trust that I will be able to do it. I've come a long way.

Spring break is approaching and I am so excited! I am glad that I will be spending time with my good pal, instead of the boyfriend. It's just too soon for that, but we were thinking about going on a trip...I will have to save that for another time.

On a lighter note, I was able to work in RICHARD SIMMONS and CHUCK NORRIS into a speech I did today. Boy, am I good at public speaking! I hope your day is half as good as his, because you know no one is quite as happy as Richard Simmons.

Lonely

2008-03-04T20:17:00.002-06:00

Don't you hate it when you realize that something is bothering you...after it has been for a long time? That's how I've been feeling for the past few days.

After my sister's mental breakdown over a year ago, I sought counseling since the circumstances were difficult for me to deal with. The counselor I saw was awesome, and helped me a lot. I guess I thought it was all I needed, and the effects of the situation were over, but I was wrong.

The thing is, I completely lost my best friend. That one person that I could tell anything to, and would feel zero judgment. The one that was always there. Since this whole ordeal, this void has slowly been effecting my relationships with others; I am constanly seeking a replacement and placing people in a position where they don't belong. I had expected everything to get back to normal, but this will effect our relationship for the rest of our lives. The medication she needs to maintain a normal life keeps her emotionally distant, and emotions in general are difficult to express. The vibrance she used to show is quelled, and I understand it is for the best since her lows were just as, or even more extreme.

Now that I udnerstand this, it's hard to figure out where to go next. I am in the process of re-evaluating many of my friendships and a romantic relationship that began a few months ago. You have to begin somewhere, right? Wish me luck. Hopefully I won't cry so much tomorrow. (It doesn't help that I'm PMSing rigt now either!)

I know this is a generally sad post, but I felt a need to get things out. I'm okay, believe me. Just a little stressed and emotional...sounds like a busy student! :p

Advice...

2008-02-28T10:28:00.002-06:00

I'm going to So. Cal. with one of my good friends for spring break. She's never been to Cali, and I was wondering what you would reccommend we see. We don't have many days there, so I'm just trying to get her the highlights. I was thinking Venice beach, Pacific beach, definitely a drive up/down the coast on Highway 1. She wants to see the sunset strip, but that's the only request. Since this his her first trip, I want to make sure it's awesome...so friends...help me out and give me suggestions! What's your favorite thing to do in So. Cal.?

I'd put a visit to "The Price is Right", but I don't care for Drew Carey and his Republican, gun toting views. I wish Bob Barker would still be there, so I could try and make out with an old man. :P

Once upon a time...

2008-02-20T15:07:00.002-06:00

...I wrote a blog and it was fun. Life has been hectic, and I am full of excuses.

A lot has been happening lately, including the start of a new semester, and it seems harder and harder to acclimatize, especially in the winter. Here in the heartland, we have experienced the hardest winter just about ever. It started early, and is still in full swing with sub-zero temperatures and tons of snow. At least the sun came out today. I thought I just might die on Monday, it had been so long since I had seen sunshine. I have also had to really adjust my attitude since it was getting me down. It's time to look on the bright side of life!

So here are some things that make me smile/get excited:

My roommate's note on our electric bill (in red sharpie marker): I HATE XCEL ENERGY AND ALL OF THEIR REPUBLICAN FREINDS!!

Eating Valentine's Day truffles

Receiving Valentines vial snail mail from pals

Eating Taco Bell

Pancakes with peanut butter AND maple syrup on top (if you haven't tried this, then you're missing out. It's absolutely sinful)

Jim Gaffigan and his musings on Bacon and Hot Pockets

These are just a few. More to come! I hope everyone is having a sunshine day! :D

2007 in review

2007-12-29T23:58:00.000-06:00

nIt's been a big year. I've decided to highlight it since I have time and am on vacation, this time will be something of a mystery very soon, and I'm not sure when I will have more. Maybe the next holiday.

First, the year started with a big move. I decided to go back to school after some career changes gone wrong, plus an incredibly telling and fruitful trip to San Francisco visiting a pal of mine...happening to get his PHD in psychology. We had many walks up and down those San Francisco hills, and I feel as though I finally came into my own during that time. What a great trip. I need to go back again soon and visit the Marina, Haight-Ashbury, and various other districts of the city soon.

I moved in with my parents shortly before 2007 started. I drove halfway across the country with my best friend and sister, who, soon after, was found to be mentally ill. She had many symptoms when we were together, but it seemed to be just stress. I spent much of the beginning of the year dealing with the fact that my sister was bi-polar, and it had nothing to do with me leaving her. It was a tough time for the entire family.

I rang in the new year with an old acquaintence from high school. At first it was a little ackward, but we had a good time. Once he realized nothing was going to happen, everything turned out fine. ;)

The rest of January was spent finding work in my old hometown, and finalizing all of my school plans. There was a lot of paperwork to do, and I am thankful I had the time to dedicate to it. I was also quite ill at the time with a terrible flu, and it was nice to have mom take care of me for the first time in many years.

After getting in touch with many old pals, I really connected with one from my high school show choir. She was wanting to start a band, and needed a bass player. I decided I wanted to re-learn what I had learned and commit to the band. I had a bunch of instant friends from this project, and it helped keep me busy socially. This was really great to have.

I found a waitressing job at a local restaurant, along with working at the University's rec center to teach Cycle classes, along with aerobics. My boss was very helpful in getting me started, especially with aerobics since I didn't have a lot of training. She has turned out to be a mentor of mine and a person that I look up to a lot. I have the highest respect for her, and would not mind if my life turned out similar to hers someday.

The band, work, and school kept on trucking. I picked up the bass quite well again and was able to progress with my bandmates. We were excited and were able to get a lot of press since we were an all female group. Things were looking great there. At work waitressing, I was soon promoted to be a manager, which was okay. I was starting to get pretty excited my other job teaching fitness classes at the university, so the waitressing thing was losing its steam. I started getting certified in more specific classes, to include Cycle, Pilates, and Zumba. My new mentor taught me, and participated in all the classes.

Life at home was difficult and weird for me. I essentially had moved away from home at 18, and other than a couple of summers, had been away from my parents. They were not happy with the choices I had made as an adult, and I was not sure how to act around them. My sister's issues with bi-polar disorder, although painful and difficult to go through, helped us discuss our issues with each other and get everything in the open. Even though we still have difficulties, as all families do, we are in a much better place than we were before. In fact, our relationship has never been better. In the early summer, I moved out to my own place, with a couple of roommates, and it has been a positive change. I am able to have more social time, with friends and my parents, and it is working out fantastically so far. During the semester, I eat lunch with my mother every day, and we are getting along better than we ever have been. We still have our struggles, but overall, it's fantastic.

The band kept on trucking through the spring, although we ran into one pretty major snag. It seems that drama within musical groups is inevitable, and our group was no exception. The lead singer's husband was having an affair with our drummer, so we made the executive decision to find a new percussionist for our group. This was a big strain on all of us, since at least from my perspective, were pretty starstruck with our success that we had up to that point. It felt like we had to halt all progress. Another part of this was that I felt that I was obligated to make a stand morally in this situation. I let our old drummer know that I was no longer interested in any sort of friendship with her. The things that she did made her a disloyal and untrustworthy person in my eyes. Even though the marriage between the other friends was splitting, and it had to do with more than just the affair, I felt right about my decision. I still do.

Work started to change too. I started getting more jobs in the fitness field and felt that the restaurant industry was beginning to hold me back. So by the end of June, I was solely working in my desired field and had quit my other position. This was a difficult decision to make since I didn't have enough work to cover expenses, but I knew I could make things work, and I did. I am proud that I was able to make it work and worked hard, especially through the local YMCA to make things better for my life.

In the spring, I re-connected with an acquaintence from high school and we began to date. We were caught up with excitement for each other and made some pretty rash decisions. It did not work out, and he lied to me about his intentions for several months, dragging out the entire relationship through the summer. This was one of the most disappointing aspects of the year, but helped me realize some things about myself. I have had a lot of struggles with relationships in the past, due to several reasons. My tendencies for latching on to something, anything that will come along is quite strong, and this experience helped me recognize it and tackle it head-on. The fact that I was raised to be a wife, coulpled with some other very terrifying experiences in my adulthood altered my sense of reality in relationships. It will be a constant struggle to overcome my past in some ways, but this year, I was able to learn a lot about myself and how I react to relationships, especially romantic ones. In the fall, I ended up meeting someone that I feel is spectacular, but we have given ourselves the time and patience to develop a relationship over time. I do not know what will happen, but what I do know is I feel like we are doing things right....and that is a great start.

My work started to pick up speed in the fall. I had taken the plunge on a latin dance aerobics certification (Zumba) and it really started to pay off. I also started establishing myself as a depndable instructor in the community, and was getting enough work to support myself easily. I was teaching at 5 different sites around the city, and even working through the Sherriff's department teaching inmates at the county jail. I have been able to learn a lot from this community, and am happy to say that they are my favorite population to instruct. One snag happened there, though. My kickboxing class was so effective, they had me discontinue it. It seems as though I teach such a great kickboxing aerobics class that the staff at the jail was scared the inmates were developing skills that were too violent. So I have had to re-design the program. I guess I have to chalk it up to learning experience!

School both semesters were successful. I have qualified for the Dean's list both semesters, and plan to continue the tradition. Intially, I thought I would like to pursue a degree in Community Health Education, but I have since changed my major to Exercise and Sport Science, with a Strength and Conditioning emphasis. I still have to be accepted to the program, and will be applying in the spring. I hope that my good grades, even though not 4.0, will help, along with my extensive experience. This will be a telling semester, as my financial aid depends on my acceptance. One of the biggest struggles of the fall was dealing with the financial aid office, appealing different aspects of my academic and fiscal life. I am still unsure of my future, and not sure if I will stay at the institution at which I'm currently studying. I will know more in a few months.

The band found a new drummer, albeit male. He is much better than his predesesor, so that is definitely a positive aspect. We have been successful on our own with him and have been working hard to make good music despite our changes. It has been a hard road, and I will not say it has been without difficulty. I have found that it is especially hard to work with individuals and their egoes, especially in a creative setting. Most of the time, people have different goals and objectives while working in crative groups, and at times, it is difficult to come to an agreement. Sometimes people don't understand each other, or they might be suffering from paranoia from other relationships. All in all, I hope to never be surprised with other issues with creative partners. It will always happen, and I find that with honesty, things will always work out.

With my studies, I found myself intrigued with Buddhism, and it connects with many aspects of what happened through this tumultuous year. It helped me re-connect with my spirituality in a way that is less abstract than other paths I have found. I feel that I do not, and never will align myself with a specific religion, but if I had to pick one that helps define to others how I feel, this is the closest thing that I've got. Between Buddhism and Altruism, I feel I have found where I belong.

2007 has been a year of changes. I feel the changes will continue. I find myself on vacation, in a place that I practically ran away from, feeling right at home. The things that will happen to me in 2008 are still a mystery, but the one thing I do know is that I've never been happier. And that happiness is bound to continue, because it always has.

I hope that the few of you that read this blog, whoever you are, have had as good a year as I have just had. I also hope that your life continues to be as lively, surprising, and vivacious as mine, because I know that it is what has made me so happy. I know life is so hard sometimes. I am constantly surprised with life and the twists and turns it brings, because even though some of those twists become challenges, they always make my life better.

I wish you the best year of your lives. 2008 will be even more amazing than the year before it!

Some Lyrics

2007-12-20T07:43:00.000-06:00

(Title) Twos

I find myself thinking
always I'm in twos
I don't konw, because
I'm always alone, alone

My mind always
works in twos
No matter how surprised
I am , I'm always
thinking in twos

My mind always
works in twos
No matter how surprised
I am, I'm always
thinking in twos.

You are always...
there, ever there
hey constant enemy
stop spending time with me...

My mind always
works in twos
No matter how surprised
I am, I'm always
thinking in twos.

I never admit that
I need you, I need you
Too strong, strong
Too wise for that...

My mind always
works in twos
No matter how surprised
I am, I'm always
thinking in twos.

(Title) Goatee

I played swords
thought it would get me
somewhere
I got somewhere somewhere,

Lessons on sucess
success will get you
everywhere
not just somewhere,
where you want to be.

My elders, my superiors
they think I will end up
somewhere
but they find I end up
everywhere, 'cuz

Lessons on success
success will get you
everywhere
not just somewhere,
where you want to be.

Success is what
you want it to be.
My success,
Yeah my success,
is everywhere.

Lessons on success
success will get you
everywhere
not just somewhere,
where you want to be.

*Bridge*
I want to be
everywhere
I'm everything
Because I take every....

Lessons on success
Success will get you
everywhere
not just somewhere,
where you want to be.

A dedication

2007-12-18T09:39:00.000-06:00

I have always been a fan of James Bond movies. As I was searching through the television today, Dr. No was on so I stopped. I appreciate classic movies more and more the older I get. It makes me think about how realistic body shapes were back then. Check out Ursula Andress in her famous beach scene:

Yes, she's got a rockin' bod, but one that is attainable if you work hard. It looks healthy too, and she still has a very womanly shape...none of this anorexic crap we're inundated with these days.

So yes, I know that James Bond films were and still are cheesy, but I appreciate the realistic aspects...and strive to look like Ms. Andress in a bikini!

A great goal for me has everything to do with my big x-mas present this year: a trip to the lovely Puerto Rico in April! I think with some hard work, I can look like that on the Puerto Rican beaches. I'm going with one of my good friends and just can't wait!

Procrastination at its best

2007-12-13T00:28:00.000-06:00

Here I am at 12:30am watching Craig Ferguson during finals week. Drinking wine. Doing lame searches on random subjects, aside from the searches I'm supposed to be doing about the paper I'm trying to write for Friday...but I guess the wine helps me not care so much about the Chinese revolution of 1927, and care about this man much more:

He makes this face a lot, and even without wine, this makes me laugh for ages. After his monologue, he sits at his desk and pretends to get down to business. But all he does is play with the sounds he has set up at his desk area. Scream! Whip! Ridiculous!

While searching for images, I found this one included below, and felt it appropriate for me to include because I think it looks incredibly delicious. What a delicious man.

His smashing good looks aside, what really gets me is is sense of humor. This guy is seriously hilarious, and his accent doesn't hurt. I melt when someone makes me laugh. I think the two people that read this know that already, though! ;)

On to studying...or falling asleep, whichever comes first.

There are so many things running through my head, I can't wait for the break to get some of it out. Naturally, some of it will be on here, but I think there will be some lyrics in there too. I hope that the poetess in me will come out this holiday. Maybe someday I'll be courageous enough to share on here. That sounds like a New Year's resolution if I've ever heard one!

My mother is hilarious

2007-11-16T14:41:00.000-06:00

So I'm an anatomy nerd, especially with muscles. I could stare at the cadavers all day and name every muscle I could see. Scary, I know.

I was teaching a fitness class the other day and noticed that my pectoralis major muscles are getting pretty defined, especially at their insertion point (Geeky anatomy terminology). I was showing this to my mother, and we started talking about muscles, then all of a sudden, it was a discussion about breast implants. After I assured her of my stance on that (I'm totally against it--for me anyway) she said,

"Well I don't know why anyone would want them in the first place. Who wants to walk around like a pigeon all day?"

Remember my mother is foreign, so pigeon is pronounced pee-john. Hilarioius.

Post? What's that?

2007-11-06T15:09:00.000-06:00

I've been crazy busy. And if I have a free second, I avoid getting on the computer because then, all my free seconds will be squandered away...wasting time on myspace and searching people.com. Yes, I'm that horribly boring in real life, no matter how I try to convince myself and others otherwise. Forget it, I'll just accept it and keep up with Dancing with the Stars. It's great this year! :p

A sigh of relief.

2007-10-24T11:22:00.000-05:00

Mid-terms are over for me and I wasn't sure if I would make it through in one piece. I got one test back today and did pretty well on it, so cross your fingers for me...let's hope they all turn out that way! I think I just might be getting in the swing of things for the semester. Too bad it's half over already!

It was funny that today in my anatomy lab (the class that is kicking my butt harder than it's ever been kicked in my short history) we only received eight muscles to memorize. There is a lot to memorize for each, but the fact that we only have eight...that seems so easy compared to previous units. Oh the joys of perspective!

I've been having some serious issues with financial aid, and am now in a position where I need to decide how worth it school will be. My first semester back, I was able to get a lot of grants, but no dice for the rest of my undergrad, as far as I know. It's back to the financial aid office to see what else I can do, before I start incurring huge amounts of debt. I guess they're not too huge, but it's still more than I had ever expected. As an independent adult student, I was told that there was a lot of help out there...I guess a lot of that information was wrong. :( Wish me luck with all those dollar signs.

I've kept this site fairly anonymous, but I'm too excited to not post the link to my band's website...we just recorded our original songs and I thought some of you might want to give them a listen. I'm proud of every one of them, as we try to write songs as a group, so I have creative input for every one. I also wrote the lyrics for 'Fight' and 'Sometimes' so I'm especially proud of those two. Let me know what you think! :) Oh yeah, and they were recorded in a friend's basement...so don't expect studio quality sound. ;)

www.myspace.com/gingerpresley

Yeah, I'm dropping the ball!

2007-10-17T11:26:00.000-05:00

Trying to do a grant proposal at mid-term time is not a good idea. Because you don't have time to do it. Think about that the next time you agree to do a research project....

Oh and a random rant. If you purchase a truck or SUV, please learn how to parallel park it first. Then, people like me with their two-door Hondas won't make fun of you so much when you perform your Twenty-point parallel park...BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE SIZE OF THE VEHICLE YOU'RE DRIVING. Thanks.

Now let's be honest.

2007-10-12T12:21:00.000-05:00

I've decided that I should just have more than one man in my life, so there's not so much pressure. On anyone. There are several slots that need to be filled, so here goes:

1) Confidante/friend: Someone to talk to. Bitch about how tired I am, and how much homework I have to do, resulting in me missing yet another new episode of "Dog the Bounty Hunter".

2) Hugger/Cuddler: Self-explanatory. Someone that gives amazing hugs a must. Since it's getting cold, cuddling will also be very important. In the summer, stay away from me. I'm already too hot and sweaty without you.

3) The lunch/shopping date: Let's go to the mall, eat pizza, and be catty. That would be tons of fun. We'll try on clothes and model them to each other.

4) The outdoorsy guy: Take me on a hike, a bike ride, or rock climbing. Nothing beats getting sweaty with the opposite sex, bedroom/intimacy isn't always a must.

5) The romantic: Send me flowers. Tell me just how amazing I am. Wine and dine me. Believe me, I like great food, and I always eat. Everything.

6) Some great sex: Yes. That would be nice. If need be, the Hugger/Cuddler can jump in afterward.

There you have it. I need six boyfriends. The first three or four could certainly be gay. I don't care, I just want to have some fun. ;)

This does remind me of a "Manshow" episode...Maybe I should just hire my own lady sitter?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vWURovvOvQ

What to do?

2007-10-04T10:07:00.000-05:00

What do you do when you run into your boss in the locker room? And she has just finished showering and is still toweling off? I was going for the whole 'ignore' concept, but she started asking me questions...

I was left perplexed. Should I have quickly taken my clothes off to even the playing field? Hey, you're naked, so I'll be naked too! I just don't know.

If that didn't make you laugh, then I don't know what will.

Avoid, avoid, avoid!

2007-09-27T14:22:00.000-05:00

I'm such a procrastinator. I think it would do me a lot of good to have a computer without the Internet, so I could write papers for school without being tempted to do something else...like blogging. ;) Oh well.

**Just now a wave of guilt so intense comes over me that I actually just opened up Microsoft Word. There's a start.**

When the summer started coming to an end, I was pretty sad about it. It was so fun to not do much of anything and relax for once, but now that I'm getting into the swing of things, I'm starting to enjoy the busier side of life.

First, it's good to work out at least twice a day. Sometimes it's 4-5 times per day, and that gets a little exhausting, but it's still fun. I feel kinda bad, but especially with spin classes, I'm learning how to fake it pretty well. I still work, but not nearly as hard as the days I have more energy. I especially have to do this on Wednesdays since I teach two spin classes in a day, plus two others. Generally my nutrition habits are getting better as well. I'm not sure if I will ever rid myself of the sweet tooth, though. :D

Some of my classes this semester are a total bummer. I think I will have to change my major, since I'm finding out that my initial declaration was made without much knowledge of the subject and a much different perspective. Switching to Exercise and Sport Science will be a good move. I'm on a good track either way, though. That's a good change for once!

I'm so glad and proud of my most recent 'epiphany' about relationships. I feel that for many reasons, too many to list at the moment, my ideas about relationships and how they work are coming to a realistic perspective. One that I can deal with in a healthy way. I thought about that a lot especially last night after seeing the movie Becoming Jane. It was a great movie, and I especially liked the ending. I guess I never thought about Jane Austen's perspective after reading her books and seeing the movies based on them. They all have such a fairytale quality to them that is so enchanting. But you know what? Jane never found that in real life. Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but one thing I do know is that I am a complete person right here, by myself, and on my own. The other is that I'm excited to meet the world with a brand new perspective of hope; for myself and for those around me.

It is definitely a good day. Now, back to homework. It's actually started, so I had better finish!

Being single...

2007-09-25T13:48:00.000-05:00

So I've had a lot to think about lately, and it has had to do with my current status: single. Why is everyone my age married? Have I missed something? Or do I just live in the wrong city? Maybe I should just move to New York. If I complain about single status there, I'm certain someone would slap me across the face and tell me to get real. No one thinks about that stuff until you're at least 35. Apparently hillbilly-honkies like me do, I guess it could be due to the extreme cold in Wisconsin.

I feel like I have come to a realization, helped along by the aftermath of my last break-up. It was pretty bad, let's just say that. Bad enough that I just can't muster the energy to write about it. In past posts I'm pretty amazed with how I was able to write it off as something that wasn't that big of a deal to me, because it really was and still is in some ways.

The one thing I really learned this time is I've been in it for the wrong reasons for a long time. I've never been sincerely excited, or even in love with someone romantically. Period. I was excited and in love with the situation, not the person. Yes, I have cared deeply about the people I have dated (mostly) but I know I never got all the way to loving them unconditionally. There were always things I wanted to change, that were diabolical schemes for "later" when I gained more trust. How silly.

A lot of this stems from my religious background, and the fact I was raised to be a wife and mother, complete with lessons. So when I meet someone new, I somehow put them in this place where they don't belong...they might eventually, but just not yet. NOT FOR SAY, 5 YEARS. So instead of concentrating on the person, I concentrate on our situation and how great it is. And somehow I have been able to do this for a very long time without even realizing it. When a relationship is over, the history of it starts running through my mind, and I start thinking, "Why was I with this person in the first place? And why in the world did I think he was so incredible?" To me, it all stems from the fact that I was never concentrating on him, I was concentrating on US and how great that was.

With that in mind, I want to make sure that I keep up with my new realization, but I'm not sure where to start. A lifetime of one very whacked-out perspective might be a little difficult to break. I guess I just start with one day at a time?

Another day...

2007-09-23T21:19:00.000-05:00

Another weekend out of the way...and I wasn't as productive as I meant to be...as usual. I guess I do the best that I can.

The band had a show on Friday night and it went well over all. It gets more and more fun as the shows go on, so that's really exciting. I feel so good being able to share with others something that I enjoy, and something that I'm good at. That's lucky.

It's hard to keep up with the studying, socializing and trying to keep time for myself. Even though it's nice to have time to just chill by myself on the weekends, I have to admit that I get lonely sometimes; more than usual. Yesterday I went to breakfast by myself and tried to enjoy it. I tell you, I'm trying to have fun with this alone time, but I've had so much of it, I'm not sure how long I can last. It feels like I'm going through some third-life crisis and my biological clock is ticking...except instead of wanting kids, I'm severely craving companionship. I know that I said in earlier posts I'm not trying to date right now, but it feels like it's all I want to do. This urge continues to grow stronger, and I'm not sure of what to do. By tomorrow, I'll be too busy to worry about any of this, so I guess that's a good thing. Should I start building an even busier schedule during the weekends so I can keep my mind off it? At least I wouldn't have it on my mind...

A quick minute...

2007-09-19T14:42:00.000-05:00

I have a second to update...that's amazing!

A quick update for everyone:

1. I'm teaching fitness classes for the county Jail. Weird, I know. I had my first class and it went well...we did a boot camp style class and it ended up kicking my butt too!

2. After teaching several classes (including boot camp) I taught Salsa dancing. In high heels. I could barely walk the next day, but I really think it was worth it. I had such a great time, and the margarita I had after dancing was the most delicious margarita I have ever had.

3. I'm somehow keeping up pretty well with work and school. I'm kinda tired, but have been able to get to bed at a decent hour so...things are looking well so far!

4. Nothing is really going on in my personal life...aside from having fabulous friends. You know who you are. And that's just the way I want it to be!

So friends, I hope you have a great day. I tried to post a tacky, glittery image on to my blog to help show how much I mean it, but it didn't work. :p

Woah, Nelly!

2007-09-10T14:18:00.000-05:00

Wow, it's been a while since I wrote. There's a good reason, I swear...I've been completely out of my mind busy since the Labor Day weekend.

Here are a few updates on what's been going on in my little world:

Professional I am now teaching 15-17 fitness classes a week. I team teach a few classes at the Y, so that's why there's a variation. Included in that is teaching 2 hours per week at the local jail. Creepy? Maybe. But the pay is good, and I do believe that everyone has the right to learn new ways to be healthy. Hopefully this will work out. It's a new program and I'm excited to be involved.

Academic School is back in session and it's going to be a long haul this semester. I will be needing to read and memorize a whole lot, which is much more labor intensive than spring. Hopefully cutting out my waitressing job will help keep me focused. I'm crossing my fingers.

Personal I'm taking a break from the social scene, especially dating. I have had some pretty bad experiences out here, and it all came to a head last weekend. Let me paint the picture for you: I'm out with my friends to see a band, and I've met a cool new guy. Suddenly, every single person I have been involved with since I moved here, were at the same place AT THE SAME TIME. It was not comfortable. At all. And there was drama. Not caused by me, might I add, but there was still drama, and I don't like it. So no dating for now. I don't have the time or patience for it, especially the attitude. I never thought I would meet people even more commitment-phobic than me, but in my hometown, I guess it comes with the territory.

Creative The band is chugging along. I went to see Reel Big Fish Labor Day weekend, and the show was a blast. Not only did I have fun, but I learned a lot from that band and the others that played before them. It gave me a lot of new ideas for showmanship that I really need. I'm excited to keep working on that.

I will try to keep this updated as well as I can, but I can't make any guarantees at this point. My vacation is over and it's time to get back to business!

Notes for My Next Trip

2007-08-30T11:17:00.000-05:00

I've decided to put together a list of 'rules' for my next trip to Utah, or just in general. Here goes:

1. DO schedule time with friends. Time runs out faster than you think.
2. Restaurants in Salt Lake is better than home. EAT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. (I succeeded very nicely on this one, may I add!)
3. Talk to Grandma more often. Give her a call once in a while. She's always got great advice.
4. Movies with friends you haven't seen in months are awesome. Because you talk the whole time and annoy everyone around you.
5. Mojitos made with tonic water are not as good as the real thing...but almost. As long as you add a lot of sugar.
6. Giving advice to your nephew about being a rock star, when you're drunk, has thus far been a really good idea.
7. Listening to weird 80's music (aka: Kate Bush) puts me in a lyric-writing mood.
8. Eating popcorn and watching the Disney channel all afternoon is a wonderful activity. Nieces must be included.
9. Trips to Home Depot are fun when you're with your sister. Even if it's for a sprinkler that you had just run over.
10. Sushi is amazing. I miss it.
11. Kill with kindness. Especially if it's an ex-boyfriend you're killing. Plus you will get a free meal out of it.
12. If you choose to have a Chile Verde burrito at the Red Iguana the day before you leave, remember: bathroom visits on an airplane and in the airport will be aplenty. :(
13. Choose row 13 seats on a plane. People are still really superstitious, so that means you'll have 3 seats all to yourself. Hello, naptime!
14. If you've got stuff on your mind, it doesn't go away just because you're on vacation.

That's pretty good for now, I'll make sure to add more if I think of them!

Again, it rains...

2007-08-20T09:55:00.000-05:00

We have had some of the most incredible weather this weekend. It literally rained all night Friday, then all day Saturday. Not just some sprinkles here and there, steady, hard, rainfall until the wee hours on Sunday morning. Then, the clouds took a break for a few hours, and started again...it's still going pretty strong. Luckily my house didn't have any flooding issues, but there have been a lot around here that have. Yikes!

The weather reminds me of my sister...rainstorms would happen like this once a summer, and we would be stuck inside bored out of our minds. Our entertainment would always start like this:

Sis: "I'll race you from the front door to the corner and back."
Me: "Give me a head start. You're bigger." ;)
Sis: "Fine, fine, I'll open the door for you and let you go first. Go!"

She would always win. BUT, once we got back into the house, we'd look at each other and say, "Well, we're already wet, so...let's play in the rain!" Those were great days. We would practice the dance of joy, perfected by Balky and Larry from 'Perfect Strangers'. Anyone remember that TV show? It was one of my favorites growing up:

So, I have very fond memories of rainy days. Even though the rain made our gigs a lot harder to load and unload, the rain made me think of my sis that I love dearly. I can't wait to see her this week! I'll be out west very soon, friends!

Sweat!

2007-08-13T10:22:00.000-05:00

Well, the gig this weekend was incredible. There was a good amount of people that were there, and they all loved us! Our energy on stage could have been a little more dramatic, but we played really well and that's what matters most. I was particularly proud of the fact I barely made any mistakes...

I forgot how much I love performing. Our new drummer was really fun to perform with, and interacted with me more than anyone else in the band. That's what you get when you've got a veteran to play with I guess. There's one song that I sing lead on, and the lead singer plays bass. A lot of people told me that was their favorite song...which is cool I guess...but I don't want to be a lead singer! It was really fun to be out there though...I tried to be like Steven Tyler and it seemed to work. Good thing I'm such a spaz. :D

The worst part about the whole thing was seeing our old drummer and trying to be friendly. She tries to act like nothing is wrong, nothing happened, and we're still good friends. It really annoys me, and I want to say something to her, but on the other hand, I don't want to be a drama queen. Can't we just be cordial, say 'hi' to each other when we pass, and that be it? I have already told her I am not interested in being friends with her; she's a liar and a cheat and I don't care to associate with those types of people. When will she learn?

The other downer was how damn hot it was on that stage. It felt like it was 200 degrees...I was dripping and gross...here I go again re-visiting my sweat post. Goodness. I didn't feel so bad about it in this situation, though...it was really that hot. All my makeup was promptly melted off after the first two songs. Yuck.

The rest of the weekend was great. I ate a lot of junk food, sang by the campfire, and had some great conversations with friends. I can't wait for next Saturday...two shows in one day! Rock on!

Schedule...

2007-08-10T10:54:00.000-05:00

It seems as though August is going to be a very busy month. I am excited things are picking up a little, although I'm sure I will talk about my dog days of summer when I did whatever I wanted...and had time to do it! I went on campus yesterday for some supplies and it will be good to be back.

I'm starting to substitute teach for a lot more classes and am really enjoying it. I taught my first full Hatha Yoga class yesterday and in the middle, I started to panic. At that point, I wasn't sure if I had enough poses planned to fill the class time! Luckily, I was able to push through and the class went well...without a hitch even! One of the participants let me know she enjoyed the class and new poses. It's great to be validated! When I teach Power Yoga next week, I'll have to be sure to be prepared for that one...time to consult with my Dad's Rodney Yee tapes. Ha! Next Wednesday will be the litmus test: I will be teaching 5 classes in one day. 2 spin, 2 pilates, and one pilates/yoga fusion. Wish me luck!

I also have a Zumba demo today and I'm super pumped about it. I worked with my boss on Zumba on Wednesday and I think I blew her away. She's really nervous and unsure, but to me it feels just like the dancing at the clubs I used to go to, so it's natural. I never thought those days would reap any more than a buch of good stories to tell about wild times. Who knew!

After band practice last night, my roommate and I decided it would be a good idea to go out. A local bar was having ladies night...$.50 drinks. ALL DRINKS. The place was packed, but it was definitely good people watching. When we got home, we sat on the kitchen floor and ate leftover pizza and worked on song lyrics. It was awesome. One song was about cats licking their butts. In this way in particular...I call it 'playing the cello'.

I don't think that one will ever make it to a record. What do you think? The one thing I know is there's nothing like drunken songwriting...nothing!

Other than that, our big gig is tomorrow and I'm excited...but I have no idea what I'm going to wear. I have a feeling I will be bringing several outfits tomorrow just in case. Sometimes I feel like a vain monster, but hey...I'm performing in front of lots of people. What I'm wearing is of great importance!

Melting

2007-08-09T12:12:00.000-05:00

It's hot as balls out here. I work up a sweat playing guitar hero if my hair is down. I did the dishes this morning and after, you would have thought I had just come back from a 5-mile run. I can't stop sweating, and I'm going crazy! I feel like this guy:

Yes, my roommate and I could turn on the air conditioning, but we're college students. I'd rather have beer and ice cream, than have the money to pay for AC. If I really need some reprieve, then I can hoof it over to my parent's house where they've had the AC on since April. There was a 70-degree day sometime in April, so naturally my mother forced my father to turn on the air conditioning. My parents must have good circulation because man, they're skinny. You would think they might enjoy some heat once in a while, but hey...I can't complain since I'll be there soon enjoying their cool breezed home.

I really hope that it cools down before the weekend...I don't know how I'll make it through our show in this heat! And who wants to watch a woman play in her own pool of sweat? I'm sure those people are out there, but I really don't want them to watch...that would be pretty creepy. :p

But is sweating that bad? Maybe not. I'd like to think it's sexy. That's what I'll tell myself, anyway. Even though I may feel gross, I will pretend I look fabulous. Because:

Rock Star Action!

2007-08-08T09:38:00.000-05:00

I'm so excited. The band is finally back into the gig scene...first gig since April 20th is this Saturday!

Initially, I was downright pissed with the old drummer for creating the situation that she did (stealing the lead singer's husband, even!) but I'm finally glad. Our new drummer kicks her ass in every way. Now the strongest part of the band is the rhythm section...the drums and ME.

Vain? Yes. Going to go practice some more? Absolutely.

It's raining, it's pouring...

2007-08-04T12:40:00.000-05:00

One of the last days with the familia in town, and naturally it's raining. I decided to take a hiatus for a while and go home...you know to make love to the Internet like I usually do for hours every day. No matter what I'm doing, I have to have my Internet time. I'd die without it.

Plus, I really don't want to be cooped up all day in my parents' very small house occupied with way too many people. I almost went ballistic yesterday, so let me explain.

"The next food network star", I mean my 6-year old niece, continues to berate me with her picnics. This includes explanation of how she makes everything. EVERY STEP COUNTS. Good for her, she's got a great imagination, but I really don't need to know her version of key lime pie. Especially six times a day.

Then, the little one, so cute, but man. She cried through the entire dinner last night. For no good reason. It was such a good dinner too, so very delicious and nutritious since my mom made it, but I couldn't enjoy it. I even contemplating doing very drastic things to get whatever was bothering the baby to go away. Puke on her head, perhaps? Maybe that would be a good enough distraction. I don't know. I'm obviously no mother.

Now that I've vented I guess I feel a little bad about being so negative about my family on here. It's just that I don't really know how my sister does it. With all the screaming and whining, there come a lot of hugs and kisses too. Those are nice. And maybe my little chef of a niece will actually be a chef someday somewhere fancy and I can eat there for free. That would be nice too.

On a more figurative note, a downpour of attention is coming from an extremely unexpected source. My old ex, the one that I thought I could marry for a while, is suddenly back in touch. He wants to play the "what if" game. I think he's setting himself up for disaster. So what do I do? I've been told by some to ignore. But I think that would be rude. The thing is, I'm so damn happy we're not together it will probably hurt his feelings. Is there any other recourse, though?

Family 101

2007-08-01T15:27:00.000-05:00

Well, my big sis is in town for her annual trek to visit the midwest. It's so good to see her and her kids, although I still just don't know how parents do it. I was with the children for about three hours yesterday and I thought I just might pull my hair out.

The oldest is getting pretty cool. He's not like a normal thirteen year old, and that's pretty refreshing. It's not all embarrassment when he has to be out with adults, and he enjoys spending time with his insane grandparents. What a good kid.

Then, there's the six year old, who begged me all afternoon to "go to a restaurant" because she was so hungry. Damn girl, you weren't hungry when we left, where does this hunger come from? Even though she eats like a bird, her current ambition is to be the 'Next Food Network Star'. I think she likes pretending to cook, because she does so with a bad British accent. Yes, very cute for five minutes. Not for two hours.

Then, there's the eighteen month old, who's cute as a button. She knows words and speaks quite well, but usually opts for a whiny grunt instead. Charming.

All in all though, they're great kids and it's good to spend time with them. I guess I'm turning into a cranky old hag! Ha!

Semi-productiveness...

2007-07-30T10:33:00.000-05:00

...if that's even a word. Since I've been on vacation and not working full time, I've tried to create projects for myself. This weekend I worked on one of them, and it's almost finished! I inherited an old two-drawer dresser while in Salt Lake and decided I wanted to make it pretty. I figured I would just strip all the paint off, then stain it.

Well, these projects seem to be easier planned than followed through with. After stripping half the dresser, I found that it's not all the same wood. Damn! So that means it HAS to be painted. But it has at least five coats of paint: blue, red, yellow, white, and black. Naturally, black is the topcoat. So I sanded the hell out of the dresser this weekend, to even out all the paint, stripping, and years of abuse. It took me several hours. Luckily my parents let me use their power sanders, that helped a lot. There is a fair amount of detail on the dresser, though, so all of that needed to be sanded by hand. Finally, I was able to get two coats of primer on it, and I think it needs one more. That black paint just won't cover up!

The funny part about all this is I ended up hanging out with my parents for most of the day. I don't know what had gotten into them, but they just refused to get along. They kept on bickering about extension chords. Yes, EXTENSION CORDS. Wedded bliss! :D

On a totally random note, last night I stayed up late and watched the last stage of the Tour de France. I'm so proud of team Discovery! First and third place...that was awesome. Also, that little Levi is totally adorable, I think I have a new crush. What is it with me and bike shorts these days? Damn!

Sweet, sweet releif...

2007-07-26T14:31:00.001-05:00

Finally my patience has paid off. There is closure and a friendship remains with my now ex-boyfriend. We had a long talk yesterday, and it wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be.

I care about him a lot. The only guarantees we gave to each other is that we will be friends; the best friends we can be to each other. I hope he is able to take the time to figure out who he is and appreciate all the things about him that make him unique. The best part about last night, I think is that he was really apologetic about how he dealt with everything. He knows he hurt my feelings a lot, and is very sorry.

This whole process has helped me figure out how to deal with relationships in a different way. In the past, I have usually (by usually, I mean ALWAYS) taken things too personally and overreacted. Boy, was I good a overreacting. Through it all, this time I have decided to only change the things I can, and accept the things I can't change. There is no way around this break-up, and I have two choices: chalk up the time we had together as a waste and loose a friend, or set aside my pride and keep a friend. I choose the latter.

I think that friendship will be a little more awkward than I think it will be, at least at first. I gave him a big hug when he left last night and, I don't know...part of me wanted to keep on hugging him. I've definitely got to work on that, for several reasons. I can't put my life on hold for him. I don't know how long this process will take. I don't know what he will want in the future; I may not be a part of it more than as a friend. And, I'm already hanging out with other people, and it wouldn't be fair to them if I'm still emotionally attached to my ex. I think it's about establishing new habits. We'll see how I do with that. I know I must be consistent.

On a bittersweet note, one of my friends got in a car accident yesterday. Luckily she wasn't hurt, but financially she will be strapped for a while. That sucks! What was positive about the whole thing is that she had a bunch of people over, and we had a fantastic time. You know that guy I hung out with before? Yeah, I mentioned him...it was another long, long evening. We watched the best movie of all time...Dumb and Dumber. And the evening wasn't quite as tame as last week... ;) And now I have every right to do exactly what I did last night! Ha!

What can I say...I tend to have post breakup extravaganzas. First was the go-out-and-party-with-my-girls post breakup extravaganza, then the workout post breakup extravaganza, and now up, the make-out-with-cute-boys-that-give-me-back rubs post breakup extravaganza...what's next? Who knows? The one guarantee I have for you is it WILL be interesting!

Compulsive

2007-07-23T16:04:00.000-05:00

I think I'm a compulsive eater. I want to eat all the time. And it's not just one thing, like ice cream. I want burgers. French fries. Taco Bell. Brownies. Ice Cream. The works.

There are things that I don't enjoy eating, like donuts. I'm just not much of a fan anymore. After working in an office environment for about 4 years, I've had my fill and will pretty much always say no. But I can't say no to a chili dog. With cheese.

So I compulsively exercise to make up for the eating. Especially now that I've gotten into biking, I work out for several hours at a time. It's my job too. I've been working on my schedule for the fall, and find that I will be teaching at least three hours of fitness classes per day. Some are one right after the other.

I guess the thing that is running through my mind at the moment is, "Is this behavior healthy?" I eat everything I want and do not limit myself. But I work it off and sometimes, then some. The more I work out, the more I want to eat, weather it's my mom's super healthy food or a pizza. The whole "calories in--calories out" mantra of weight loss is working for me, but am I doing it in a healthy way? It makes me wonder sometimes.

I think about some of my friends that are struggling with weight loss, and I wonder, is it fair? What am I doing that sets me apart? Because I don't struggle with my weight, and even if I compulsively eat, my body doesn't show it. How many people will be frustrated and pissed when they find out I'm a size 4 and eat whatever the hell I want? I guess I'd just have to remind them the hours I work out. The many, many hours of me sweating on that bike, and in front of at least 50 people per day, teaching them how to battle the bulge.

As a fitness professional, am I setting a good example?

Post-breakup workout extravaganza!

2007-07-22T12:58:00.000-05:00

Sometimes breaking up is good for the soul...sometimes it's good for the body too. After breakups, I tend to work out. More than normal...say several times a day.

I always feel as though my head clears when I am being active. I don't obsess about things I can't change, and am very accepting of my situation. Take yesterday for example...I offer to sub for a group strength class at 7:30am on a Saturday. That's dedication. Plus, I've got a Pilates/Yoga class to teach at 10am, just enough time in between to catch a snack and have a quick convo with my parents. Then, it's off to the trail to bike. We took it easy and only rode 25 miles, but still another couple hours of workout just to make sure the mind is clear. And to make sure I'm busy.

I was going to do a group ride today, but I don't think I'm physically or mentally ready. After four hours of solid workouts to include weight lifting, pilates, yoga, and cycling, I think my body needs a break. And this group ride is one that the ex and I used to do, so I'm just not ready to jump back into that scene.

Now to combat the soreness from the weight training...

Taking matters into my own hands...

2007-07-20T11:10:00.001-05:00

If I had avid readers, I probably wouldn't have posted my last entry. I can just bet that there are many in this world that would have thought I am a horrible person. Whore, yes. But horrible person, I just can't live with that sort of shame.

So I have taken matters into my own hands, and have officially broken up with someone over the internet. I can't believe it. What does this make me? I'm just not sure, but I have to accept my fate noneltheless. A fate that definitely keeps me guessing. I offered friendship in this e-mail, but how will that happen? Do I now have just some old internet friend? We e-mail once a month just to be cordial? I guess we will see what happens.

I do feel as though a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

My legs, however, are not feeling the same. You see, I biked 54 miles yesterday, and promptly after the ride, taught a spin class. Usually this isn't so bad (you just get used to it) but I crashed yesterday. Big bruises everywhere. Beautiful legs, beautiful bruises. Too bad they hurt like hell!

A question of morality...

2007-07-18T13:46:00.000-05:00

So my blogging thus far has been sporatic at best. I should do this more often since I have time...it's summer and I don't have a whole lot to do since I quit my full time job. I hate restaurants, or at least working in them full time. I'm now just teaching fitness classes and living off of my student loan from last sememster. Probably not the smartest thing to do, but it keeps me sane.

So now I get to the title of my post...a question of morality. Let me give some background information:

So I've been dating someone for 2 months. It was going along very nicely, I thought he is the nicest guys I have dated (at least in a very long time). I was sitting pretty, just ready for this relationship to blossom. It blossomed quickly, on his terms, and it didn't take long for me to give in to his ways. This is how it always happens, but I wanted to trust this fellow. He's a nice guy. It will all work out, right?

Wrong. A few weeks ago, things started to change. I felt as though I went from priority one to the bottom of the list. Not good. After several intense conversations, there was still no resolve. I received an e-mail from him a week ago explaining a lot of things. It also had an invitation to talk about it more, but it also seemed to be a bit of a break-up e-mail. Yeah, I know. The worldwide web really sucks in the dating world. Unfortunately for me, this is not the first time this has happened.

So, I reply to his e-mail, accepting his invitation to talk. I was friendly. I was nice. I even said that I was happy that we had some time to think about the whole situation. I also called a few days later to just see how he is. The problem is, he hasn't made any effort to contact me since.

The reason why we aren't currently together is that he realized that he doesn't know how to be alone, hence the speedy courtship with me. He was ready to have someone, anyone there. He knew he had to change. I've been through this myself, and it's hard to go through. But it really is worth it in the end. I don't see this as a problem, it is what it is. My choice is how do I react to the situation? I choose to take the calm, peaceful route.

I have a sincere desire to talk to him for many reasons. To tell him that I respect what he's doing. That I really do want to be there for him, and I understand where he's coming from. That unlike the last time we talked, I feel like I am able to have a relationship with him while he's going through this. It would be a relationship of friendship for sure, because you can't exactly discover who you are alone if you're in a serious relationship. I feel like it would be such a waste to throw our friendship away because of this. Life isn't black and white.

So, it's been two weeks since I've seen him. I feel like he's no longer my boyfriend. But we haven't talked about it, so where do I stand? I understand that I need to give him space and I want to do that. But don't we need to have a conversation about our relationship and tie up loose strings? I've tried to contact him, but to no avail. I mean, I can't get all psycho and stalk his house. It's just not my style. And if he doesn't call me back, it's not my bad. I don't have the time to call him every day. Plus, that would be pretty psycho too.

I am emotionally detatching. I went on a casual date with someone else last night. It didn't feel wrong. We stayed up until 4am watching MTV and talking and laughing...but nothing else happened. I would have felt like that would have been wrong. Because even though I haven't talked to this other guy in two weeks, there seems to be some sort of thing in my head saying, "You have a boyfriend." But what kind of boyfriend is he? One that to date, hasn't called me in more than two weeks. And has said that he would. I just don't know what to do. I want to do the right thing. But what is the right thing to do here? I need to move on, weather or not homeboy is man enough to own up and work on salvaging our friendship. What to do....

A new leaf...

2007-02-05T17:51:00.000-06:00

Even though I am no longer in my beloved office, I will keep my posts as an archive...mostly to remember exactly why I decided to come back to school as a 28 year old wannabe something or other...

So here I am, back at home. First, it's FUCKING COLD. The one winter I decide to come home and go to school where I have to walk everywhere it's colder than cold. Why is that? That's right, it's because I'm the luckiest woman on the planet. Got it.

Other than the horrendously chilly weather, things have really come into place in my hometown. Even though I don't really have any close friends yet, I feel pretty connected and feel that there is a lot of possibility with who I associate with. People actually call back 'round here in these parts...and it's absolutely refreshing.

One of the things I'm most excited about is being in a band. Yes, a BAND. We even performed this weekend, so I'm officially a rock star. For real. Yes, I'm a local rock star, with no label, but I'm a rock star nonetheless. I don't care what you say. And the band...the beloved band is all women. With all female groups, you never know quite how long they will last, but we're all so laid back it works well...at this point I'm pretty confident that all the members are really excited and willing to work hard...because being a rock star really is a beautiful thing.

Of course I would never let anything like being showered with compliments make my ego grow to exponential sizes, but really...it's so nice to be able to be good at something and share it with others. Plus the parties are kick ass! Ha!

This is really an update of sorts, I've been itching to blog, so hopefully some more funny anecdotes will be floating along here soon....(and if they don't, just remember I'm inherently lazy and decided to forget about it!)

The Toilet Paper Bandit

2006-07-03T13:40:00.000-05:00

Using the facilities at work has always been troubling for me. For most people, I know they feel the same way I do. I have the hardest time peeing, let alone anything that has to do with #2, in the work commode. Because if someone acutally heard me use the toilet, I would absolutely die. Especially my boss. The CEO is the worst, though. She would most definitely think less of me if she heard me pee. I would get fired (on the spot!) if I had to poop while she was in the bathroom. I'm convinced of it. On my way to the bathroom, I have to convince myself it's ok. I literally have to talk myself into walking to the bathroom. Unfortunately, there is that small handful of people that don't have the same issues as I do. They think going to the bathroom in a public place is natural. What the fuck are they smoking?

First of all, there was my first week at work. I was in the bathroom washing my hands. I had successfuly done my business without anyone bothering me. A co-worker walks in, starts a conversation with me, then continues talking as she enters a stall. She took a shit while talking to me and didn't even skip a beat. Meanwhile, I was turning red and wondering how to get the fuck out of dodge. I still think of that whenever I see her. It was that apalling.

Second, there is a person in the office that uses a pile of toilet paper the size of Mount Everest. The problem is, she deposits said TP at the front of the toilet, and after flushing, the paper stays. Flush after flush, it won't go down. It's always in the same stall, and I have learned to avoid that stall period. When I first started, I tried to be nice and tried to alleviate the problem. The only thing I would do without completely grossing myself out was to keep flushing the toilet over and over, hoping that the water would eventually push the TP in a position that was close enough to get it all the way down the drain and out of my life. The TP wouldn't budge. Hence the complete avoidance of the third toilet from the left, 'cuz who wants to hover over soggy, used TP? It's just gross. Plus, I wonder if she notices, or if she is blind to the piles of TP she leaves for her co-workers. I still need to find out who is the culprit of this travesty, and think of something more creative than toilet-papering her house to get back at her.

So yes, I'm that weirdo at work that checks out the bathroom before they use it. There are many trips I take to that loathed destination in which my plan to actually use the facilities is aborted. I end up pretending to fix my hair or blow my nose...sometimes I'll just turn around and walk out. It's the least I could do, because if someone's in there, they fucking need their privacy just like I do. I'm just trying to be considerate.

In Memoriam: Kinky Boots

2006-06-02T18:00:00.000-05:00

I have been missing my precious Kinky Boots. No one gets sexually harassed anymore, and it's just sad. The one thing that scares me is, what happens if Kinky Boots gets mad? I hope he doesn't show up looking like this:

Wouldn't that just be freaky? I'd run and hide. Wouldn't you?

Brazil Nuts

2006-06-02T17:17:00.000-05:00

Every Friday morning, we have our department meeting. It's a happy time, since it has been decided since oh, forever, that staff members would bring "treats" in every Friday. We have a treat schedule, and it is one of the most monitored documents we have as a department. Normally, meetings seem to go on forever, and this is the only, and I mean only thing that will get us through. When you have to listen to the Renegade blabber on and on about random telephone calls she made during the week, it drives even the health nuts to grab a donut and chow down. Go figure.

So treats are a big deal. A lot of planning goes into the process, and I will never forget the first time I was assigned to treat duty. No one eats breakfast because they know a nice one will be waiting for them at their Friday morning meeting. There have been full spreads of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns on warming plates, homemade biscotti and scones, fresh bread with different spreads and jellies, thing like that. It's a big fucking deal and we all like to eat. We EXPECT a good breakfast on Friday.

Picture this: It's Friday morning, and everyone is in the meeting room awaiting food. The meeting cannot start until we have a plate of food in front of us. Who is in charge? We are seven minutes past the meeting start time. There is no food. You see, the person in charge of bringing in our lovely breakfast is the extra guy that has been "loaned" to us for two years now. Apparently, his employer hasn't missed him, and is willing to continue paying his salary while works for someone else. My humble opinion is that this employee is worthless and the company he works for is so sick of him, they are happy as little larks just not having him around. Forget his salary, they don't have to deal with his sleeping on the job and continuous cell phone chatter while he bothers to be awake.

Finally, (not to mention 7 minutes late) this guy comes in with a paper grocery bag. Hey, at least he didn't forget to bring something...we wonder what it could be? The humble presentation turns out to be two containers of nuts. One being an already opened package of mixed nuts, the other, the largest can of honey roasted peanuts I have ever seen in my life. Both are generic. Nuts! That's what I had for breakfast this morning! A big handful of generic nuts, that have already been finger fucked by people I do not know!

As I was looking at my bowl of nuts (hey, I was hungry and didn't have any other options), I noticed the Brazil Nut. I was planning on eating all the other nuts, and throwing the Brazil Nuts away. I don't like Brazil Nuts. I don't know anyone that likes Brazil Nuts. But whenever I have seen a jar of mixed nuts, they are always there. Are they there because they're big and cheap and just fill up space? Cashews are too expensive, so they add more Brazil Nuts? Or is it just a joke? Ha! You got stuck with a bunch of Brazil Nuts! I dare you to eat the bastard nuts! Or...is it a last ditch effort by grandparents to have a topic of conversation about the way things were and say, "When I was your age, I called those nuts 'Nigger Toes'!!"? It seems to me Brazil nuts have been kept around by cheap, boring old fogies that want to save money and have something to talk about.

And then I came to this conclusion: The guy who brought the nuts is our Brazil Nut. No one really wants him, he's cheap, but in the long run, he makes great conversation. Instead of Kinky Boots, we have the Brazil Nut to make fun of.

Things could be much worse.

Kinky Boots gets Booted!

2006-05-22T20:56:00.000-05:00

...and we just scratched the surface!

I know I know, he was HR, and that means he's not part of our office family. No one should really be sad. But I am. I’m sad because he was such an easy target…a target for so many seriously hilarious stories! Damn it all to hell. Why can’t people put up with being sexually harassed, anyway? He was just being friendly…

Things could have worked out so differently. He didn’t need to ask Nice if she wanted to buy a dog because his girlfriend’s Shih Tzu got ‘knocked up’…nor did he need to shout, “What a great view I have! In fact, I have the best view in the entire room!” when he was sitting across from four female co-workers. But, and I must reiterate the BUT…how many more hilarious stories could we have had if Kinky Boots would have been with us longer than a month? We are only left to wonder.

Yes, Kinky Boots was never a part of our office family. He sure was one hilarious guy, though. Through it all, proving his heterosexuality every step of the way, until his hermaphrodite girlfriend named Corey came in to visit…

An epic tale...Kinky Boots Strikes!

2006-05-19T18:40:00.000-05:00

...will he strike again?

Let me take you back in time, a time when there was a temp in the office. She was cute and efficient, so naturally, Kinky Boots wanted to harass the young innocent. After cornering her in the lunch room, he decided to first, bring up his favorite topic, which happens to be dating-women-that-are-far-younger-than-he-is-i.e.-twenty-years-younger!! As I walk in to the middle of their conversation, I am confused as to why Kinky Boots was making such snarky comments, so I inquire the topic of blab session. While I was being blown away by the surprise of the topic of choice, I decided to add my two cents. "Well, from my personal experience, it just never worked. I think that sometimes it has a lot to do with where you are in life, you know? It seems like sometimes, the older you get, the less age matters."

Wait for the reply here....it's classic Kinky Boots all the way...

"I think you're right. If I was twenty-four and dating a four year old, that would be a little strange, now wouldn't it?"

My prompt response: "That's just gross."

....or would it be kinky? I'll let HR decide...

A quick addition...

2006-05-19T01:31:00.000-05:00

One quick addition to the staff of my "fictional office"...
Kinky Boots (KB): Kinky Boots is the creepy HR guy. Only God knows why he has even lasted a week in the Human Resources field considering his sexual harassment habits. Not to mention the Sherriff visiting him at the office from time to time...also, I feel like I must mention that he is a flaming homosexual who talks about his "bitch" ex-wife and his girlfirend-that-is-twenty-years-younger-than-him-that-must-be-a-hermaphrodite. He mentions these two lovely ladies about every thirty seconds of every conversation he has with anyone.

I'll try to get more stories about this guy posted because damn...they're funny.

The beginning...

2006-05-19T01:28:00.000-05:00

Hello Friends!

For those of you that don't know my guilty pleasures of the past, blogging has been one of those and I've felt the itch of the online puke-whats-in-your-head type of communication that has been so enjoyable for me during other times, so here goes.

I love the television show "The Office". I love it so much, I've decided to write my own version. Some of the characters are based from experience, usually mine, unless I hear an unbeatable story. I always ask before committing perjury, honest.

The beginning is definitely devoted to introductions:

There's me, of course. I work for a non-profit. I will refer to myself as, um.....me, or I or whatever else I deem applicable. It should pan out just fine as so far, I have determined I am not schizophrenic (and other psychiatric evaluations I have had in my lifetime also come to this same conclusion).

DD (Aka: Double D): This has nothing to do with her breast size, although I think it's funny to refer to the CEO as DD. She's a buttoned-up democrat, and the spawn of Satan. She gives me nasty looks whenever I see her. Actually, she gives nasty looks to everyone that she comes across. It's her job as the spawn of Satan. She does very well as a buttoned-up democrat, and that's a difficult thing to do. Also, I am often told to dress like DD. If I had a paycheck the size of hers, I would be more than happy to spend it at Nordstrom on shoes and fancy suits. But since I only earn a measly $32,000 annually compared to her $100,000, I digress.

The Renegade: Another woman I have to work with. She actually refers to herself as "The Renegade" in meetings on occasion, so I am compelled to use this term for this Lexus/Audi driving, diarrhea mouthed moron that is in charge of blabbing to rich people. She doesn't even kiss any ass so she's pretty much useless in a non-profit setting. I feel that she should spend her time dancing to Madonna and making sure her trust is in order, but what the fuck do I know? I haven't been around here for even a year.

Anxiety Alice: This is the person that I have the love/hate relationship with. Sometimes she's a total snob, sometimes she is my best friend. All I know is, she takes all the credit. I'll just refer to her as Alice since I'm lazy and would never type that much over and over, especially for her.

Pregnant Paradise (PP): She's been really nice to me, and I'm surprised because at first, she seemed like a super-duper-mormon. Go figure.

Molly Mormon (MM): She lives just like all typical mormons, where they're good, but they're not nice. I'll get to her when I have a good hour to rant. I think she's a first class bitch, but I would most certainly never deny her shoe collection if anyone offered. I have been denying myself of the appropriate amount of shoes lately, and I'm feeling a little crazy because of it.

Oh, I like her, shes nice! (Nice): One of my co-workers that is always nice. She's a walking oxy-moron because shes mormon. Go figure. No matter how hard I try, there's never anything negative to say about her. (I'm biased against mormons.)

I..........like bikes!!!!!! (Biker): Is my direct supervisor. He's almost as forgetful as my brother-in-law, which is pretty bad. I would still like to think he means well, so for the most part, I don't have anything funny to say about him.

Prodigy: She's my direct supervisor's boss. She shops with DD. Even though I don't have any reasonable excuse to be wary, I still am. She and DD have the same shoes. I'm not a part of the club since I don't make enough goddamn money, so I feel left out. Wait, I could not eat for a week and buy the lovely shoes. But I love food too much. Moving on.....

Friend: I refer to her as friend because that's what we call each other." Hi, Friend!" Is what we always say. I trust her. I like to laugh with her. She's great.

Princess: I refer to her as princess since she is one, but I mean it in the nicest way possible. We roll our eyes together well and gossip about celebrities often. Frequently, she brightens my day with one word, "Babe."

Texas: A Texas lady all the way. She’s sweet, sassy, and great to be around.

Lady: The token gay guy in our office. He’s a crazy driver, always gets lost, and always wears his collar up. In reference to meeting important people, he believes it is in his best interest to say, “Haaaaay!” (think flaming gay here) and run his index finger down your arm. And yes, he’s a total bitch.

Beers!: The event planner. She’s fun, always has the scoop on what’s going on, but she’s also tricky. The scoop may be on you. Oh, and she loves cheap beer.

Ninja: The computer guy that is totally like the cool dudes in college you hung out with (and when you went to college in the 90's, like I did, guys, especially guys that were your friends were called 'dudes.' So...I've just dated myself...it could be much worse.