Sunday, July 31, 2011

Why am I not surprised?

Alright so here's the deal. We just finished out longggg week in Florida and I think we're all ready to get back to the routine of normal life. Not ready to get back to work - that's for sure - but I'm ready to get back to my friends, the boy, and just the little things about home that makes it, well, home.

We get to the airport and look at the departure schedule...our flight: delayed. Of course. All I want to do is get home and have a nice big Subway sandwich and our flight gets delayed. Andddd it doesn't say til when....just yet.

After we go through the security, get body scanned, and sit at terminal 122, I took out my trusty lap top to see if I can find out why we're delayed and what our new departure time will be. What happens next?? No. Internet. Why am I not surprised? So, the boy looked online for me and it said we would be delayed 55 minutes. Not too bad, right?

Wrong. about ten minutes later, they made an announcement that our flight would be leaving at 1:30 and not arriving back home until 4:30. Why in the hell is it taking three hours? I have no clue. Then about 15 minutes later, another announcement was made about the final details about flight 1300. Departure: 1:40. Arrival: 4:15. Better than 4:30, I suppose, but it's still over two hours after we were supposed to get home.

Luckily, I now have internet so that will keep me occupied for a bit. However, I have this family sitting next to me who has three little boys. I'm going to say 4, 6, and 8 years old. The parents are trying to play Uno with them and screeeammminggggg at them because they don't know how to play. Then they bicker among themselves. Trouble in paradise? Talk about parents of the year.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Some mom's suck

Today we woke up and had some breakfast at the hotel. I'm really not a huge fan of breakfast in general (I know I know, it's the most important part of the day), and I'm even less of a fan of it when it's prepared by the hotel staff. It just tastes like frozen food defrosted or cafeteria food. Not my style.

Anyway, we're sitting there enjoying eating our breakfast and basking in our morning cup of coffee when we see this baby, about 1 and a half/two years old, running through the booths. Recipe for disaster, right? Absolutely correct. All of a sudden we hear an extremely loud THUMP. It was this kid's head hitting the floor like a bowling ball. We could feel the thump's vibrations through our feet - that's how hard this baby hit his head! Then the wonderful mother picked up his wailing body and proceeded to yell at him while continuing on with her eggs. I mean, yeah, the kid did need a little scolding, but I'm pretty sure she should have made sure he was alright first and worried a little less about her eggs getting cold. I'm telling you: this kid hit his head SO hard on the concrete. Some mom's just suck.

Anyway, after breakfast I did a short and easy workout. Here's how it went:

1 minute walking warmup at 4.0
5 minutes of 30-second running/walking intervals (run @ 9.5, walk @ 3.5)
1 minute walking coll down at 3.0

Exercise Ball
25 regular crunches
25 alternating cross crunches
60 second plank with your feet on the ball
20 in and outs
20 full range sit ups (all the way back on the ball past horizontal, all the way to sitting)

50 bicycles
30 ceiling humps
15 second hold at the top
20 more ceiling humps
20 bicycles
100 inside leg pulses (each leg)
15 sumo dollies

2.5 minute quick cardio
20 seconds high knees
20 seconds fast feet
20 seconds jumping jacks
20 seconds mountain climbers
10 second rest
20 seconds mountain climbers
20 seconds jumping jacks
20 seconds fast feet

There you have it. There were 2 new vocab words it there (in and outs and ceiling humps) that I will put in the vocab post. I'm thinking about making a page dedicated to the vocab words; this way it'll be easier to locate.

Now it's time to shower and get ready for Linner (lunch/dinner) and off the some shops later on tonight to pick up souvenirs for some special people ;)

I was in the mood for a throw back. 

Keep up the workout

Alright so I know I'm on vacation, but I think it's still important to keep up the workout. Once you get in the habit of not working out out it's so easy to fall right back into that rut when you get back home. So therefore: working out it is. Even if it's just a small workout while you're away, do it! I did skip Tuesday. I usually go roughly every other day while I'm on vacation. I try really hard to go every day, but sometimes the day does not permit me to if we have a lot going on that day.

Sunday and Monday I just engaged in some light cardio then some quick 10 minute ab toning. See? Nothing crazy! Last night, however, I was in the workout mood. If you didn't check out my last post, click here for some workout vocab so you know what I'm talking about! Here's my excellent workout that mildly kicked my butt:

4 minutes: incline walk. Incline- 9, speed- 3.5
6 minutes: fast jog/light run at 7.0
1 minute: brisk walking at 4.0
4 minutes: 30 second-interval running. Run at 9.5, walk at 3.5
1 minute: walking cool down at 3.0

Leg, Butt, and Ab Toning
20 walking lunges
15 squats
30 second wall sit
15 side lunges
20 stationary alternating lunges
20 laying leg lifts (I used 10 lb weights on each leg)
25 weighted inside leg pulses (each leg)
50 non weighted inside leg pulses (each leg)

8 pee on the fire hydrants
16 butt leg extensions
8 pee and extends
**repeat the last 3 another time**

20 crunches
20 sit ups
20 butterfly crunches
20 tuck ups
20 straight leg ceiling crunches
20 butt ups
60 second plank
25 crunches
30 second hollow body hold
20 reverse crunches
30 second plank

20 side crunches to each side
20 bicycles
30 dollies
20 twist and crunches

end with a 60 second plank with your feet on a big ball.

There you have it! I broke it up into leg, butt, ab, and oblique exercises just in case you only wanted to do one or two of the body groups. It really wasn't all that bad. A little time consuming, but totally worth it; I feel great this morning! Today I'm thinking some ball-exercises. (Get your minds out of the gutter...I mean the big exercise balls!)

I hope you all enjoy your day!

What was on your workout plan today??

Workout Vocabulary

Alright, so I just did a really great workout that I'm dying to share. However, a hand full of the exercises I do don't really have names, and if they do then I definitely don't call them by their right name. I tend to make up names for a lot of the exercises. I call them weird things, so beware. This is why I've chosen to dedicate this blog post to some workout vocab so that in future posts you'll know what I mean when I say weird things. Here we go. We'll start off easy and work our way up to the really out there ones.

1. Tuck-ups: Like a V-up, only you tuck your legs in and out as you crunch. Sit on your butt, legs in a tucked position, then lower your shoulders down as you straighten your legs. On the way back up bring them back into a tucked position.

2. Butterfly Sit Ups: These may look a little awkward, but they're great. Sit up in a butterfly position so your feet are touching then lay back. Crunch up toward the middle with your hands pushing in front of you, not toward the ceiling.

3. Straight Leg Ceiling Crunches: This is where you lay on your back, bring your legs straight up to the ceiling (straighter legs are better, but they can be slightly bent), then try too touch your toes. Your are essentially crunching to the ceiling with your legs straight.

4. Butt-Ups: Start in the same position as the Straight Leg Ceiling Crunch. Instead of reaching up for your toes, keep your back and shoulders on the floor and simply lift your butt up. You want to try to drop your legs as little as possible. Pretend there is a wall on the other side of your legs and your straight legs can't go past the invisible "wall". This trick always seems to work.

5. The Audrina: I gave it this name because I got this exercise from a Shape magazine article that featured Audrina Patridge. I'm going to try to explain this as easy as possible. It's a different take on the standard "Tuck Up". Lay on the floor with your legs straight at a 45 degree angle. As you crunch and lift your shoulders off the floor, you're also bringing your knees in toward your stomach. Then as you bring your shoulders back down, your legs should straighten back to 45 degrees.

6. Dollies: Sit with your legs in a straddle and your hands by your ears, elbows out. Go side to side alternating touching your elbow to knee, then elbow to knee. Kind of like a see-saw. Back, forth, back, forth.

7. Sumo Dollies: Stand with your legs apart and bent outward, like a Sumo Wrestler. Then engage in the same motion as you did with the dollies. Hands by ears, elbows out, elbow to knee.

8. Reverse Crunches: Lay on your back at 90-90 (hips flexed at 90 degrees, knees flexed at 90 degrees). Keeping the knees at 90, brings heels to the floor by extending your hips. Just before they touch the floor, flex the hip again, but this time bringing your knees all the way up almost to your chest, lifting your butt off the floor just a little bit. The key to this is form. Really try to keep those knees at 90 degrees the whole time.

9. Peeing on the Fire Hydrant: Okay. Bear with me on this one. Get on the floor on your hands and knees. Keeping your knee bent, lift your leg as if you were going to pee on a fire hydrant. Voila. Great butt exercise.

10. Pee and Extend: Do the Pee on the Fire Hydrant except at the top, instead of bringing your leg back down, extend it out so your leg is straight. Then bend the leg, and retract the "pee".

11. Butt Leg Extensions: Hands and knees again, bring one let out to the back and horizontal (straight from your back, to your butt, to your toes). From this position bring your leg up toward the ceiling then lower it back to horizontal.

12. Laying Leg Raise: Lay on your side with the bottom leg bent. Raise the top leg to about 45 degrees, hold for 2 seconds, then lower it down. Easy Peasy.

13. Inside Leg Pulses: Alright let me try to explain the one. Lay on your side, legs straight out so you're in a straight line. Take the top leg and bend it over the bottom leg so that you're underneath leg is still straight and almost peaking out through the bent "bridge" that I like to call it. It may be easier to hold the foot of the leg that's bent because once you start the exercise it tends to do some sliding. Now lift the bottom leg up and down in a "pulsing" motion. At first you feel silly and it doesn't hurt, but do 50 or so of them and your inner thighs will be burning!

14. Twist and Crunch: This I may have got from a Zumba move, but it's really great and works your obliques and just your core in general. I'm a big fan of this one. Stand with your legs shoulder width apart and arms bent, knuckles facing each other (but not touching) as if you were going to bow to a Chinaman. Now do the twist...kind of. Twist from right to left then back to right, but as you go right again bring your left knee up to your elbow. Then lower and twist left, right, back to left and as you go left bring your right knee to your elbow. Love these!

Okay that's all I can really think of as of now, but I'm sure there will be more weird ones that I'll have to add but I think we're safe for now!


Monday, July 25, 2011

People Watching

Oh, family vacations. With these little getaways comes some really excellent people watching (and judging). Don't even say I'm awful because you do it to. We all do, not matter what you say. I've seen some pretty awesome things and some pretty hellish things. Here we go:

The little girl in her little two piece. She. Is. Adorable. Blonde hair in a little curly pony tail, about 3 or 4 years old with that little baby belly. She couldn't be more than like 20 pounds. Just a little nugget of a human. I honestly wanted to pick her little excited body up and squeeeezzzeeee her and play with her and slide down the slide and make sand castles and be little again. (in the most non creepy way possible). Kids like that are awesome; not a care in the world. They're just excited being a kid with their mom and dad by their sides.

The little overweight girl in a two piece. Actually, she's not so "little" anymore. She's probably around 8 or so and about 25-30 pounds overweight. And wearing a bikini. Please, just tell me why? I'm not understanding here. Why would you put your daughter in a bikini like that?? Call me a bitch, but I just don't think it's necessary. It's fine that your daughter is overweight (well, not really), but people are just going to make fun of her. Now why would you want that for your little girl?

Couples in love. You know, on their honeymoon or celebrating their engagement, first anniversary, whatever it may be. I love that they're so effortlessly in love, being a little mushy but mostly fun, darting from ride to ride. It's just so excellent.

Couples in love that wear those corny T-shirts. Today I saw one that had their names in a heart on the front, you know, like how in old movies they used to write their names on a tree? "Allen + Jane AAF". On the back it simply and vomitously stated "Once in a lifetime [insert silhouette of Mickey Mouse] life give us a true fairytale". Ughhhhhh. Really? That just sickens me.

When those girls get the princess treatment. Let me just state that it's ONLY cute when the girls are 6 and under. Anything older than that it just gets a little weird. Anyway, I love when they're dressed up as Belle or Cinderella with the little dress, bun on the top of their head and sparkles everywhere. It's even better when it's their first visit and they're just gleaming with excitement.

Wardrobe. This has to be a list because I could have an entire blog post just on the hellish wardrobe choice of some people. I get that sometimes its culture, but sometimes it's just weird. Examples:
- Fanny packs. STOP THAT. Men, women, Coach, Walmart. It needs to stop.
- Maxi dresses. You've got to be dying of heat.
- Heels. Really, ladies? Heels at an amusement park?
- "Smith Family Vacation" shirts. Thanks guys. We all are super ecstatic that you're on vacation, but so is literally every other person here.
- Those giant Goofy hats (the character Goofy). Once again, you've got to be sweating!
I can go on for hours, but I guess I should stop here.

Sorry, I just love the Miley version!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Of course that would happen.

Alright so we board the plane. There I am next to the window trying not to have a huge meltdown and piss everyone on the plane off. I get in my seat, put my carry-on under the seat in front of me, buckle up, send my parting text messages and turn off my phone. The flight attendants come around, do their spiel and we're ready to go. Or so I think...

All of a sudden the pilot comes on the loud speaker and says, "Alright folks, I just got a message from air traffic control saying there's a big storm ahead where we're supposed to be flying through. I'm just waiting for a re-route and we'll be on our way. It should only be a few minutes." Oh. Great. Of course that would happen.

I'm keeping cool, no big deal. Just a little turbulence, right? (:::We're going to hit the WORST turbulence, those little masks are going to come out and we're all going to die a long, slow, freaking-out, tragic death:::) Okay fine. I'm being a little dramatic, but whatever. Anyway, we start to take off and there go my ears. Pop, pop, pop. I look out the window and what do I see? The wing is shaking. SHAKING. What's going through my head? Of course the worst possible things.

We get up in the air and everything's fine. A little iPod action, some magazine reading, and some random small talk with the woman sitting next to my sister.

And now it's time for descent. This is where I have a problem. My ears are really bad. Of course, like everything else on my body. So we're on the way down and all of a sudden the pressure in my ears is SO bad I literally thought my ears were going to start bleeding. I couldn't hear anything, including that woman who decided now was a good time to chew our ears off. After some light turbulence, the sky going from clear and blue to almost black and cloudy, we were on the ground. Finally. Andddddd my ears still didn't pop. Of course that would happen. Luckily, I woke up this morning and all was well in the hearing category. Wouldn't that have been tragic.

All in all I guess it wasn't too bad of a flight. Now it's time to finally shower and get ready for dinner!

P.S. RIP Amy Winehouse? Crazy. I guess she should have listened to them when they said...

Friday, July 22, 2011

And so it begins..

Here I am sitting and waiting at gate A7 for the giant metal machine to touch down and take me away. We should be boarding in about ten minutes and taking off in 25. I feel like I'm going to vomit all over the place, possibly on my sister. Mostly because she's currently reading Harry Potter.

Real quick: my parents haven't flown in about 20 years, so naturally my dad is freaking out. He's walking around pretty frantically, babbling like a nervous wreck and really needs to sit down because he's freaking me out.

Also, my dad made sure to lock every single bag just in case the Bag Monster came into the baggage claim and stole all of our socks and underwear. Actually, ya know what? That would happen to me. My stuff would get lost. I'm that girl.

Alright, that's it for now. I'll be sure to update on the trainwreck and random chaos that will be this vacation. That is, if I make it out of the flying machine alive...

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Soooooooo......I really want a tattoo. Really bad. But I'm not going to get one right now and here's why:

1. I don't know exactly what I want.

2. I feel like it has to mean something. I don't want to to be like "YES! I got it. I love peanut butter, so I'm going to get a jar of peanut butter tatted PERMANENTLY on the outside of my ankle." That is a hideous idea. Just because you like something a lot, doesn't mean you can get it tattooed on your body. If that were the case, I'd have a roll of sushi, peanut butter, a portrait of Blake Shelton, a lame quote from Sweet Home Alabama, and a slice of vegetable pizza tattooed on my body. Not ideal.

3. Tattoos can cost a pretty penny. And guess what? I don't even have an ugly penny. I can barely afford regular life, let alone a tattoo of the NY Yankees emblem that I'll regret tomorrow.

Now, these are examples of "What the Hell" tattoos:

Really?? Okay, I get it. You like clothes. But a hanger?? Come on.

Over it. So overdone. Let's think of a new quote, shall we?

I bet that'll look real cute and sexy when she's 65.

See? What the hell are people thinking? I'm all for expressing yourself freely through art blah blah blah but lets get logical tattoos please?

Soooo...for now I guess I'll put a hold on the whole tattoo business. Once I find something I really like, then wait a few months, see if I still like it, then maybe I'll have it drawn up or something.

Inappropriately appropriate.

*All pictures from

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The most perfect weekend

This weekend was absolutely perfect. Everything about it. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, everything was amazing. I'm going to try to make this as short and sweet as humanly possible so I don't end up boring you.

Friday was one of those days where you don't really do all that much, but somehow you still manage to have a good time. Nothing super significant, but nothing all that boring either. Actually, it was kind of a busy day! I went with the boy to feed his uncle's birds and hermit crabs (Luckily none were dead this time! Two days earlier we found out that one of the ugly poor things were dead in the watering hole!). Then we went to Hooters for dinner! Love. Their. Wings. Honestly, they have the greatest wings. Not only is the flavor so excellent, but it tastes like real chicken. Like they just killed the chicken out back right before cooking and serving it. We also tried out their fried pickles which were also surprisingly good! Then it was back to the boy's house and time for a movie. We watched (almost all of) The Company Men, which was great! A decent Ben Affleck movie. (I'm not always a huge fan, but he wasn't too bad in this one!)

Saturday was the wedding. The boy's cousin was getting married so I went with him and his family. The wedding was really beautiful. We all know how much I love weddings!The ceremony was held in a very nice Catholic church. It was a small wedding, but really wonderful. Just right. The reception was at a vineyard out East that was absolutely gorgeous. I'd never been to a vineyard and I can't wait to go back to another one. They came around and served Sangria, red wine, white wine, they had it all. And everything was really delicious. The boy and I walked through the vineyard a bit, mingled with his cousins and parents, and had a really excellent time.

Unfortunately, we suck and I don't have a full length picture. But that's as good as you're going to get.

Sunday was one of my favorite days. I don't even know why! It was just perfect. The boy and I were lazy in the morning, hung with his parents a bit, then laid out in his backyard and caught some rays. We got Subway, drank some beers and just hung out. (We also played Badminton. Dont' make fun!!) We chatted, had some life talks, and just enjoyed each other's company. At night it was time for more wings! I think I'm addicted. First it was Asian dishes and now wings. I have food problems. Many of them. Anyway, my friends and I went to this place called Kelli's where they have amazing wings and karaoke on Sunday nights. There was shoving faces, there was karaoke, there was laughing. Loved every second of it!


Attractive, I know. How disgusting.

Okay and now it's time to sign off for now. I hope all of your weekends were perfect!! :)

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Sweating is good for the soul...and so is coffee

Lately I've been pretty up on my fitness, and I've decided a few things.

1. Long treadmill intervals suck, short ones are amazing.
Let me explain. In my One-More-Oreo circuit, there are 5 minute 30-second treadmill intervals. Full out sprinting for 30 seconds, then walking for 30 seconds. The time just flies by. You only feel like you're going to pass out for 30 seconds, then you're back to walking. Just as you get to the point where you say in your head, "I know if I go just five more seconds I'm definitely not making it out of this alive", you get to stop! How perfect is that? Long ones, on the other hand, might as well be the devil. I mean, I may not be the most in shape individual, but I'd say I'm getting there! However, intervals for more that 30 seconds are the death of me. I start panting, get in panic mode, and by that time I'm well past the point of "I'm not going to make it out of this alive".

2. Running up a hill (aka: incline) is harder than you think.
I tried to do this one work out where you ran for a minute then walked for a minute, but after each cycle the incline increased and so did the speed at which you ran up that incline. It. Was. Death. I didn't think it would be that hard, but man, I was dying about halfway through. To be honest (and I hate to admit it) I couldn't even finish it! I did about 17 out of the 30 minutes and it was a struggle towards the end. A really hard, painful struggle.

3. I love the way your legs burn the day after a workout.
I've been doing all of those squats and lunges and wall sits and various other leg workouts and the next day my legs kill me to just stand let alone walk up stairs. Even though it hurts so bad, it feels so good. That's how you know you did one hell of a workout, and better yet: you survived it.

4. Resting days are glorious but horrendous.
Everyone needs a resting day. At least that's what the boy told me. You have to give your muscles a day to chill out and get their energy back. I never really thought about this for some reason, but it makes a ton of sense. Working out every day is great, but when your muscles get so fatigued you won't get as good of a workout. Therefore: resting day. However, this resting day feels so great that you don't want to go back to the intense running escapades the day after! BUT! Success must prevail. So keep on keeping on after that day of rest (no matter how much it sucks).

5. Sweating is great. Embrace it.
So, being that I'm a girl, it's not really all that attractive to be sweating just as much as the guys. However, it's just in my nature to sweat. A lot. I am a sweater and proud of it. And if you have a problem with that, then maybe you should work a little harder at the gym. Granted, I can be sitting in the air conditioning and still sweat, but that's besides the point. I used to be really self conscious about my ability to sweat, but I've come to embrace it. Sweating is a sign that you worked hard. That you pushed yourself the your limits and reached new goals. It signifies strength, hard work, determination. Never underestimate the power of sweating. If you ask me, I'd say it's good for the soul.


6. Coffee makes me so happy. 
So, this part really has nothing to do with fitness. Well, actually, I do love having coffee about a half hour to an hour before hitting the gym. The caffeine gives me that extra boost and motivation. I feel a lot better if I have a cup of joe before getting my sweat on. To be honest, I feel a lot better whenever I have a cup of joe. Iced, hot, with milk, with half an half, black (well, not yet - but I'm getting there), whatever the case - I love it. It makes me happy and warms my soul. Literally. Having a bad day? Turn on that coffee pot (or Keurig) and enjoy the warmth and comfort of pure perfection.


On that note, I had some coffee earlier, yesterday was my day of rest, my legs still burn from Tuesday's workout, and I must get my butt back to the gym. What's on the agenda for the night? STARBUCKS! Hah. I'm addicted and it feels so good. 

Blake Shelton's new CD came out (as did Chris Young's) so look forward to a bunch of BS or CY songs coming your way (or don't look forward to it, you not country music fans).

Isn't he so handsome?? He's hysterical too. Follow him on Twitter please? @blakeshelton. Thanks. 

*All images from

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Weekend Update

My legs and butt are KILLING me from this. Honestly, I can barely walk. And I had to work eight hours of going up and down a ladder. Greeeaattttttt. It's that soreness that hurts so good. You are in dying pain with each and every step, yet somehow it feels good?

Anyway, today the boy and I are spending some time together, then who knows what. No big plans for tomorrow just yet. Semi-boring weekend.

Shout out: Good Luck Taylor!!!! You'll do great at your competition! :)

What are you guys doing this weekend??

Friday, July 8, 2011

The One-More-Oreo Circuit

Okay, so I just got back from the best workout ever. I was in a bit of a workout rut, so to speak, and needed to spruce it up a bit. My sister and I have been doing WiiFit Yoga for the last couple days and it's pretty excellent, I'm not going to lie. However, it isn't exactly the "hardcore workout" I'm looking for.

Well... I've sure as hell found it. I took this circuit workout from Mrs. How Sweet and changed it around a bit. A lot of her beginning moves works a lot of arms, and as I'm sure some of you know - I have a bum shoulder. Not only that, but my arms immediately inflate when I do something as little as pick up my cup of coffee and I just don't want body-builder arms.

I call this the One-More-Oreo Circuit. It sucks. It's awesome. I hate it. I love it.

Warm up: 10 minutes of light/moderate cardio (I chose running on the treadmill at 6.5 mph)

15 pushups

20 alternating lunges

20 squats

10 squat jumps

15 situps

20 second pushup position hold

5 minutes of intense elliptical 

15 side crunches to each side

20 alternating side lunges (each side)

30 second wall sit

10 squat thrusts

5 minute 30-second treadmill intervals (walk @ 3mph, run @ 7.5/8 mph)

20 walking lunges

60 second plank

30 crunches

30 second pulsing plank 

30 reverse crunches

60 second plank

20 open squatted elbow-knee touches 9each side)

5 minute 30-second treadmill intervals

Now, like i said - I am not really a weight-girl because of my previous issues, but you can add weights to whatever you'd like. Theoretically I'd like to do another set of this, but I wouldn't be here to write this post if I did one more exercise. Now I'm going to go die, but maybe have an Oreo first. I hate myself.

One of my favorite workout songs. Always get me pumped.

Love What You Do

I'm about to be a HUGE hypocrite, so brace yourself. But the only reason why I've realized this is because I am going through it.

When I got my first job, I was fourteen and working as a gymnastics instructor. It was awesome. I was taking the fundamentals of something I'd been - at the time - doing for about twelve years and teaching little ones how to do it. At the time I was also using that money to pay for my tuition, so I didn't really get the full effect of getting money for something I loved to do. When I was seventeen, I got an injury that forced me to stop doing gymnastics. It was then that I stopped paying for my tuition and started reaping the benefits from my hard work. What could be better? I was getting paid for something I loved to do. I started to coach the competitive team. Once again, putting my knowledge to good use and coaching the team I once was a part of.

However, gymnastics classes are not very long and there aren't a substantial amount of classes a day which made it hard when I actually had to pay for things. Plus, the gym I was working at was 45 minutes away so on such a low paycheck that was never going to work. So unfortunately I had to stop working there.

...then BRU came along. I absolutely hate it. Its slave labor and I get no benefits from it, except the money of course. But it's not even that great! But I'm not here to rant about how much  my job sucks. I keep blaming it on the whole its a summer job and I'm in college for a reason thing.

If you're going to be doing something for the rest of your life, you better love it. Just think about it: if you're 25 and already hate waking up each morning to go to work, what's going to happen when you're 40? 50? You'll be a miserable bastard who comes home every day annoyed and hating life. Who wants that?

Everyone hates working, that's no secret. We all want life to be a constant vacation of umbrellas in drinks, flowers in hair, massages, pool boys fanning as you lounge in a chair. But that's not real. You need to at least be okay with your career. After all, you did go to college for 4 years (or not, but you still don't want to be a miserable bastard). When they call you and ask you if you can come in early or stay a little late, the only reason why you shouldn't want to stay is if you're dying to go home and be with your significant other. Because after all, that's the only thing more important in life. At the end of the day that's the only important thing in life.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

In Another Life

In another life I'd be a chef. Someone really big time, working for some fancy restaurant that only serves the snobbiest girls with earrings more expensive than my life. I'd make the most delicious things with ease, no recipe needed. Just a pantry full of the rarest ingredients, ones that even the best of chefs would kill for. Foodies in Paris and Italy would fly me out to their restaurants for demos and praise me for going from nothing to something.

In another life I'd be a baker. I'd be able to take just four ingredients and turn them into a masterpiece of sugary goodness that brought even the biggest body builder to his knees (that is, if he'd chill out enough to eat something other than protein). Despite baking nothing but things that are bad for you, I'd be a little skinny thing that people looked at and said "How can you bake all day and still be so thin!?" I'd own my own bakery that premiered on one of those "America's Best Kept Secrets" shows.

In another life I'd live in Tennessee. I'd live in a big, beautiful, old-fashioned house. One that'd been there since before the civil war. It would be on acres and acres of land with a small barn in the back with my big, black horse named Harley. I'd be friends with all of the country music stars (Blake and Miranda, obviously), but be too cool to go to their VIP rooms and accompany them to big events. Cut off shorts, cowboy boots, and floral-y dresses would be my normal attire. I'd watch NASCAR (okay, maybe not) and drink Jack D like it's my job (without being an alcoholic). And of course I'd have that awesome southern accent and a beat up pickup truck with country music blasting. No confederate flag though; that's a bit much. 

In another life I'd be a big time blogger. I'd make so much money just by telling my life story because I was so charming and funny and had a way with words. People from all over the globe would follow me and wait on my every post. I'd be able to do awesome things and blog about them and instantly have millions of people commenting on my posts. I'd sit in little unknown coffee shops and blog my little heart out (without being too liberal, of course).  I'd change someone's life just by telling my story of happiness as well as my struggles. My blog would give people hope and make their day a little brighter.

However, this is not another life. So in this life, I'll just be a student for now. Graduate college and be an athletic trainer, maybe a physical therapist. I'll continue to pretend I can cook and be a wanna-be baker. I'll listen to my country music and maybe go on a trip to Tennessee one day. Blogging will be a past time and I'll continue to do it for fun - because that's what it is. Maybe get married one day and have a ton of kids that'll be in every single sport imaginable. I'll be a soccer mom and load up the kids in my COOL mom car (not a mini van). I'll do awesome things though, that's for sure. I'll enjoy being me and not any of these other fantasies I have in my mind. My life will be excellent, just a different kind of excellent. A more normal, quietly glamorous, regular kind of excellent.

(That one's for you, you Rob Thomas wanna-be)

Monday, July 4, 2011

Good News!

I suck at blogging lately! I don't know why, but it's just gotten away from me. From now on I'm going to really try to update more often.

Here's some good news: Matt Damon started eating!!!

Get this - So, MD wasn't eating for a while, like I said. At first I blamed it on the new surroundings, but after four days of watching him spit out flakes of food, I decided I needed to take action. I looked up a few things online and found one that I was willing to try: peas. Mhm. Frozen peas. Only thing is that I have to sit there and cut up this single pea into Betta-friendly fish sized peas. I would get the pickiest eater of the bunch! At least he's eating though (even if it does take me 15 minutes to cut up the damn thing!)

Friday was the Mets/Yankees game. I started the day having to work from 5-10am, but then it got pushed to 5am-2pm. I came home, showered, the boy picked me up, and we were on our way! It was literally nonstop. The boy's best friend and his girlfriend went too, so it was a great day! The tickets we had got us into one of the clubhouses, which was really awesome. Then we went down into our seats which were amazing!

Me? Yankees. Him? Mets. A little healthy competition is good for a relationship! ;)

The Yankees obviously won. So, I obviously won that competition. No surprise there.

Finally, after a missed train, three transfers, and almost a fight, we were home. Saturday we were old people and played badminton and talked about life a bit, then I went to a friends house later on and helped him bake and cook with a few others for a party he's hosting. 

Yesterday I went with the boy and his family to his uncle's surprise retirement party. I met the whooolleeee fam. Aunts, uncles, cousins, husbands, family that's not really family but kind of, the whole thing. And ya know what? It was pretty excellent. We had a great time!

Now it's the Fourth of July and I worked from 6-11:30 this morning. Not sure just yet of any of the other plans, but we'll see. Hope everyone has an excellent day! AMURICA!