Without you boy, my life is incomplete....

I've never believed in love at first sight.  Until tonight....

THE most beautiful guy was at Mad Rose to watch Sisqo.  And he was beautiful.  And tall.  And beefy.  And light skinned.  He looked like a professional athlete.  And we made eyes.  And a smile.

And thats when the bouncers approached him escorted him out for being under aged.  Hahah.

This is my life.

I mean, seriously?

I asked my mom to take me to Costco so that I could buy myself a vaccuum... a big girl purchase to say the least.  She obliged.  However, the only time she was available with Sunday afternoon.  And if you know anything about Sunday afternoons, you know it's the busiest grocery shopping day of the week.  And it's even worse at a bulk store such as Costco.  The deals are worth it so we went anyways. 

Things were going fine.  There were lots of people.  Lots of children.  Lots of carts.  Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that Sunday's at Costco are what people would call a "buffet."  At the end of each aisle, and even throughout the store, there are people giving away free samples.  We happened to be walking down on of the aisles looking for some cheese.  At the end of this aisle happened to be a huge mass of people.  The closer we got to the end of the aisle I noticed what they were serving... potstickers.  I mean, people love potstickers.  This was evident. 

Completely overwhelmed, I looked back to see if we could turn around but there were tons of people with carts coming up the aisle.  The only way out was through the crowd.  I "excused" my way through... and accidentally ran over a teenager's feet with my cart.  Already completely embarrassed (both of us, I'm sure) I went to apologize.  I am a pretty hands on person, so my apology intended to include a hand to the shoulder with an "I'm SO sorry."  What actually happened was much worse.  As my hand went to touch her shoulder, she must have moved because I realized around the word "so" that my hand has actually grabbed her boob.  Oh dear me.

I hightailed it out of the aisle with my mom struggling to keep up.  She finally caught up at the coffee aisle.  And I told her what happened and she couldn't stop laughing. 

So, the lesson to be learned.  Bulk grocery stores, such as Costco, are good for discount items, $1.50 foot long hot dogs, free food and a good groping.

That is all. 

Running's a pain in the ass... but it sure gives me a nice one!

It's no surprise that I've been doing a lot of reflecting and growing the past year or so.  I've realized something that doesn't bode well with me.  For most of my life, I dedicated my life to others.  I am a people-pleaser.  I am, to a fault, too nice.  I let people take advantage of me.  I put other's needs before my own.  Don't get me wrong, I love helping people.  I find joy in making other's happy.  But I've decided that I'm no longer going to put my happiness or my needs in front of others.

I've been doing a lot of me.  Spending time alone.  Removing myself from toxic situations.  Removing the drama from my life.  Spending more time with the people who lift me up.  I've been spending more time on making myself a better person and spending time working on my soul.  What better way to make myself better than to concur something that I've always hated.

There was only one thing that I hated more than anything.  Running.  I hate running.  I despise it.  I might be because I'm terrible at it.  Or maybe I hate it because EVERYONE is doing it.  Everywhere I turn... everyone I talk to is a runner.  "I love running marathons."  Really?  Do you really?  I judged these people.  I figured "running sucks, so you must suck, too"  Boy was I wrong. 

Back in college I used to go to the track with my three roommates and exercise.  Several times a week, we would just run around the track.  I did it becasue they did it and I loved spending time with it.  And I wasn't so bad.  I wanted to be "not so bad" at it again.  And who better to help me become a better runner than my best friend?  She is an avid runner and coaches Girls on the Run.  Oh, yeah!  And her husband is an avid runner, too, who coaches track and field at a local high school and qualified for the Israel Olympics.  The perfect match.

They set me up with a running schedule.  I was scared that I was going to jump right into it.  But, like a good teacher, they are scaffolding and adding on.  A strong foundation is what makes anything successful.  And that's what they have set me up with.  And it's been amazing.  I'm running more than I ever thought I could.  My stamina is improving everyday.  I am getting faster.  I'm pushing myself harder than I've everAnd I am starting to enjoy it.  I look forward to running everyday.  And it's here that makes me know that I've actually concured something that I've always hated.  And it makes me proud.

My goal at the end of the 9 weeks is to run a 10K.  Will I ever run a full marathon?  Probably not.  But it's not impossible (something that I've always thought).  And my attempt at being "not so bad" has been far surpassed.  I'm actually "decent."  And I can live with that. 

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It'sa Me.... Mario!

The last time it was snowing out I had  "me" day and blogged things about me.  Today was a snow day (got out of school) and while my roommate was home, it was still a me day.  I went to lunch with a friend, went to the gym and ran my big little heart out and then cooked a nice dinner for myself.  So, tonight, as I was watching up on my DVRed reality shows, I decided to add to the list that I created during my me day.  

Mario Kart is forever be one of my favorite video games.  I am amazing at it, too.

I prefer a boxed cake mix.  And while I'm obsessed with anything chocolate, my favorite cupcake is a yellow cake with chocolate frosting.

I drink an obscene amount of water per day.  It's not normal. 

And on that note, I pee a lot. 

 

 

I'm on a skeeball league and it's one of the most fun things I've done in a really long time.  Don't hate/judge me.

I'm terrible at standardized tests.  My SAT scores are embarrasing. 

 

I take oral hygiene VERY serious.

 

My favorite color is black.  No, I'm not goth.



I don't think all babies are cute.  I will be the first one to tell you about an ugly baby.

My students humble me everyday.

I am an awkward person.  Especially around guys I'm interested in.  Help me.

 

One of my favorite vacations in the United States was to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.  I miss is all the time. 

 

Speaking of vacations, my dream destination would be Greece, Santorini in particular. 

 

If I ever get proposed to, I want it to be intimate.  Just the two of us.  And a photographer to capture the moment.

 



I am the happiest I've been in a really really long time.  I have my amazing friends and even more amazing family to thank for that.