Do Parents Ever Stop Embarrassing You?

I have the greatest parents ever.  Have we always gotten along?  For the most part, yes.  But there were those awkward years where they embarrassed me and made me mad.  The older I get, the more I appreciate them and actually enjoy spending time with them.  I took them for granted.  And that's something I regret every single day. 

Back then, I used to think they would embarrass me on purpose.  In retrospect, they weren't doing anything to embarrass me.  I was just self conscious, sensitive and a teenager.  They didn't do anything out of the ordinary.  I was just a little shit.   Times have changed and so has our relationship.  The older I get, the more we are able to joke with each other.  And now, I think they ENJOY embarassing me out in public and do it on purpose now... especially my dad.

As a mature 31 year old with bills and finacial woes, I've started to be frugal and cut things out that are not deemed necessary.  As such, I ask my dad if I could tag along with them to the Commissary to go grocery shopping.  The prices there are SO AMAZING!  I can't even begin to describe how great the prices are.  And any of you that grew up in a military family can vouche for me.  It's just that good. 

Before we went shopping, we decided to great dinner at the PX food court (I'm a severe impule shopper when I'm hungry).  As we were walking out of the PX, a very nice gentleman in his uniform held the door open for my mom and I.  As I was walking through the door, my sandal got stuck on the carpet and I trip... and it was a big trip.  As I recovered, I turned around and pointed to the carpet and stated "I just tripped."

When I said that, I noticed that my dad was laughing hysterically.  And to make matters worse, outside of the door that I had just tripped was a group of very attractive military men in their uniforms.  And if I couldn't get any more red in the face, my dad loudly said "Gosh!  I can't take you anywhere nice.  You're so embarrassing."  And my mom just laughed and chimed in "Yeah, Angela." 

O. M. G.  I picked up the pace and high-tailed it out of that area. 

As soon as I got into the Commissary, I had to go to the bathroom (just pee).  So I went.  Quickly.  And as I was walking out, my dad loudly (again) said "Gosh!  What were you doing in there?  You took so long." 

O. M. G.  I picked up the pace and high-tailed it out of that area.

After going through the Commissary with my dad and trying hard to show the hot military men that I was with my dad, not my husband, we went to the registers.  We were the next ones in line to go to a register.  My dad noticed that one of the lines didn't have so long of a line and asked me to go check out if anyone was there.  I noticed that it had a handicapped sign above the register.  I said, "Dad, it's a handicap register"  to which he replied "well, you're with us so it's okay." 

Oh no he di'int!!  As we got to the register that was NOT the handicapped register, my dad kindly took out his check book and paid for my groceries.

Thanks, Dad.  Even if you did embarrass me, you didn't have to pay for my groceries.  What a guy! 

Dexter

For some unknown reason, I stopped watching Dexter after the 2nd season.  Big mistake - I never realized what I was missing.  Trinity.  DDK.  Lumen.  I just recently watched the first episode of the 8th season (said to be the last) and I was hooked.  So much in fact that I decided to go back and watch the entire series... from start to finish.

I've gone through 6 season so far... and it's the only thing I can think about.  So much, in fact, that the other night I went out to a wine bar for a co-worker's brother's birthday and was dressed like I had stepped off the plane from Miami...

• white shorts
• white button down
• brown belt
• olive wedges
• wooden bangles
• hair in a high poof ponytail
• sunkissed make up

I enjoyed it.  And it was definitely nice to step away from my usual black attire.  Sorry, no pictures.  But the wine was tasty.  And the company was great. 

I'm not really sure what this post is really about.  Carry on. 

Foot in Mouth Disease

It's not secret that I love going to the dentist.  Aside from the fact that I have a very handsome older dentist who I've been going to for two decades now (he has been nicknamed Dr. Silver Fox, or Dr. SF for short), I love going because a)  I love my teeth and b) I love being complimented by each new dental hygenist about my perfectly straight my non-braces teeth are.  I just love it.

I had a dentist appointment on Wednesday and I had a new dental hygenist, C.  She was super cute - petite, high voice, perfect ponytail and a freckled Chinese face.  We hit it off immediately because of mutual freckled-faceness.  Now, she was just like every other dental hygenist.  She asked me questions while she was working in my mouth.  So it was hard to answer.  But we made pretty good conversation during our breaks. 

She asked me where I lived.  And I told her Arlington - only because most people who live in Herndon have no clue where Shirlington is. 

C:  Oh!  I love Arlington.  I don't get to go out there much but my husband works there and he's always bringing home delicious baked goods.  Have you ever heard of BakeShop?

Me:  Yes!!  They have the best homemade oatmeal cream pie cookies!  It's kinda of hidden on a side street but it definitely has a good following.  I'm sure Justin's (the owner) good looks also help out business.

C was about to say something but I accidentally interrupted her to tell her a story.

Me:  My friend M and I thought Justin was so hot.  We met him the first time when he was working at Grounded selling his pastries there.  And we would go back just to see him, he was so cute.  I mean, the cookies and cupcakes were delicious, too.  But he was just so friendly and cute.  When we found out he was opening the BakeShop, we made sure to visit him there, too.  This one time, we went to get some cupcakes but we didn't see him there so we didn't buy any.  We were kinda obsessed. 

C:  Well, Justin and his business partner, Drew, are very good friends of mine.  I will be sure to tell him he has some fans.  And yes, him being so cute does help his business.  I would set you up with him because I think you are so cute, but he just got a new girlfriend. 

Me:  ::blushingandinternallyshoutingDAMN::  Oh man.  I'm so embarrassed.  Please don't tell him that. 

Just then, Dr. SF showed up.  Saved!  I walked out of there with some sparkly clean teeth, some new dental hyigene tools, a red face and my foot in my mouth.

Growing Up....

You know you're 31 and growing up at Dewey Beach when....

• you'd rather sit on the couch, drink wine and chat with some older ladies than go grab a margarita at the bayside Mexican restaraunt.
• you walk the 2.5 miles to Rehoboth Beach from Dewey to earn that beer at dinner.
• you'd rather stay in and watch movies, grill out and chat than go surround yourself with douchebags and cougars at the Rusty Rudder.
• you seriously contemplate getting the salad from Nick's instead of their cheesesteak.
• you'd rather go outlet shopping when it starts raining rather than going drinking at the nearest bar.
• you leave the beach to go lay out on the rooftop deck so you can nap but not get sandy.
• you wear SPF 30+ instead of your usual SPF 4 tanning oil because you've started caring about wrinkles and harmful rays.
• you wake up early to get breakfast at Sharkey's before the hungover crowd comes and crowds around the free coffee.
• you bring workout clothes to go running, swim in the pool or walk the dog istead of sleeping in. 
• you bring your laptop to get work (i.e, report cards) done instead of the usual afternoon too-many-bloody-marys-and-need-to-rest-to-be-refreshed-to-drink-later-tonight nap time.
• you talk about weddings and baby names with everyone in the house.

Addiction

I have an addictive personality...  that should come as no surprise to anyone reading this.  Let's me go ahead and say this... I believe we ALL feel the concern about becoming addictive - obsessions with weight, smoking, drinking too much, spending too much money, gambling, sex or work.  These are the things I be come addicted too (at least I don't think I do). 

Here are things I'm addicted to as of recent (in no particular order):

• cereal - for breakfast, lunch, dinner, 4th meal, snack
• running outdoors - getting as much as I can now before the damn cicadas come
• horrible television shows - any of the Real Housewives,
• sour candies - hell no, chocolate
• shoes
• skinny jeans - in all different colors and prints
• Febreze scent around the apartment
• typing on my laptop with my fake long nails
• counting down the days until school is officially over - 22 days today
• Oats a la Layla - oatmeal with strawberries and a splash of milk
• saying/screaming "It's the SICKEST" when asked how things are/taste/etc

That's all I got.

Rx

Been feeling sick for the past week.  Finally went to Urget care (easier than setting up an appointment and taking time off of work).  The doctor's name was Dr. Mann.  Short, older, adorable Indian doctor. 

My past medical history showed that I've had bronchitis and walking pneumonia in the past.  AND that I work with snot nosed children every day.  And, I know my body.  I knew my smoker's cough meant bronchitis.  I knew I would be in for some good medicine.  He did the full workup on me... checking out my orifices and listening to my breathing.... checking for sinus pressure and looking at my temperature...  and I was correct.

I had a fever on top of bronchitis.... again.  Two years in a row.  Same time as last.  However, this time I was prescribed different drugs - he prescribed me with the following concoction:

• Zythromiacin
• Steroids
• Cough Syrup with Codeine (my favorite)

Thank you sir, it sounds lovely.  I was told to come back in a week for a follow-up.  I didn't even realize they did those things there.  But, whatever.

So as we're discussing teaching and stuff, he said something to me that caught me off guard.

...."you aren't married yet?  You need to get married so you can have beautiful babies.  We need more beautiful babies and you will definitely make them"... 

Thanks?  I agree with you.  I will make beautiful babies... but finding a man in NoVa to do that with is easier said than done.  Then I got to thinking. 

Dr. Mann, perhaps after our follow-up on Friday, you can prescribe me with some phone numbers of beautiful, available men since you seem to have such good taste in beauty? 

Until then... I'll be in bed sippin' on some sizzrup and lovin' every codiene filled minute of it. 

Say Whaaaaaaaaaaat?

Oh man!

I'm neglecful. 

And forgetful.

And sorry. 

Since the last post, I have:

• trained, run and killed the Pike's Peek 10K
• went to a FIJI formal with a dear friend of mine
• at said formal, realized that I can no longer keep up with my younger counterparts
• and also that drinks in college towns are super cheap and affordable
• celebrated the "end of school year" being close by starting the countdown (35 days today)
• kicked ass in skeeball
• bought and neglected "Life of Pi" (currently sitting on my night stand)
• went to Rumors and acted like I was 21 years old again
• donated a ton of clothes and shoes
• spent a grand on my car (so sad)
• finally got a handle on my students' learning
• youtubed how to play the guitar (haven't picked my guitar up yet)
• started and finished Big Brother Australia 2010 (72ish episodes) and loved every minute of it
• started putting money away for a trip to Australia in the near future
• invited myself to visit a friend who hasn't even moved to San Diego yet
• invited myself to my BFFs Dewey beach house for pretty much the entire summer
• applied for summer school (fingers crossed I get it)
• ran the WO&D trail that's literally right across the road from my apartment
• reminisced about JMU while driving down Port Republic
• drank my face off

I promise to do my best to keep up with this damn blog... as the weather gets warmer it's getting harder (that's what she said). 

Lub

I met this fella on Saturday.  It was love at first sight for both of us.  I mean, I can't even begin to describe how adorable he is.  And look at his chubby hands/fingers.  Now picture them trying to sign some words in sign language.  I.CAN'T.EVEN!!!

E, seen passed out on my chesticles is 50% black, 50% white/ginger... 100% adorable. 

I want my future baby to look like him.... let's make this happen people!

What Did I Just Do?

I just signed up for my first 10K...  it's in one and half weeks.  I've been training for it for the past 6 weeks.  Here is what I've learned:

• I can do it.
• running is not as hard to train for as I thought.
• neon running shoes will be my next purchase.
• running on the W&OD trail is A LOT easier than a treadmill.
• time goes faster running outdoors with a friend.
• while I hate techno, it makes the run better.
• watching "White Chicks" while running makes me run faster.
• stretching makes a world of a difference.

Here is what I have noticed:

• I sweat now in places that I've never sweat before.
• I cut 15 minutes off my 5K time (from the Color Run).
• I'm mentally stronger than I once thought I was.
• I miss running on days that I not scheduled to run.
• my ass looks better in my boy shorts.
• I'm always hungry now.

So.... to summarize.  I've been training for a 10K in which I feel I'm not prepared.  I have a week and a half to go.  What was I thinking?

More SBux Drama...

I've blog before about my creepy old guy at Panera and how he happened to show up at SBux one time and remember me.  Well, I ended up moving to A-ton and stopped going to that SBux altgother.  Gone were the days of H, my sexy barista, upgrading me for free.  Gone were the days of H flirting with me and giving me a huge ego boost.  Gone were the days when I felt like a rockstar. 

.... or so I thought.

The route to school happens to include a new SBux.  And one fateful day I walked in only to find H, the sexy barista, behind the counter.  Both of us shocked, and slighly worried on my part that he thought I was stalking him, we managed to discuss how we both ended up at that SBux.  He was promoted to that store manager and I moved and worked around the corner.  So, it wasn't so weird.

This was at the beginning of the school year.  From that day on I got:

• upgrades to ventis on anything I ordered
• extra shots if I ordered a latte
• free pastries if he was behind the counter
• specialty drinks for $0.50 - even if I order more than one.  The total always comes to $0.53

It's been amazing. 

Recently the "hellos" have turned into hugs.  And passing me his business card.  And then, one morning after I returned from Spring Break, he actually came from behind the counter, hugged me and asked me a series of questions.

• Where have you been?
• Do you have a boyfriend?
• Why haven't you come to see me at Nordstroms?
• Would you like to go see a movie with me?  I would like to take you out?
• What are you doing Friday?  (told him Fridays are hard after a week of teaching)
• What about Saturday?  (told him I had a baby shower)
• Sunday night?  (told him I had weekly family dinners)

So then he told me to let him know when I was available.  I said okay, grabbed my coffee and then left.

Problem.
What do I do?  I hate turning people down.  But I'm not interested... I'm okay with losing my freebies but I don't want to embarrass him.  Or me.  Ugh...  What's a girl to do?

Everybody Do....

I was in my car getting ready to walk into the gym. 

I was wearing red slacks. 

My Camelbak bottle was running low on water. 

I had an extra bottle of water sitting in the cup holder.

I decided to pour the water bottle into the Camelbak.

And so I did the most logical thing and put the Camelbak between my legs. 

I then opened the top of the water bottle and the Camelbak bottle. 

And I poured the water from the small bottle into the Camelbak.

And then I missed the opening towards the end of the pour.

Water went everywhere.

Let me remind you that the Camelbak was between my legs. 

I walked into the gym looking like I had peed my pants. Okay, not fully peed... maybe just a little squirt like when you sneeze or laugh too hard. 

And wouldn't you know it, hottie gym homeboy (who I'm digging) at the moment was standing right when I walked in.  

Again, this is my life.  Take it or leave it.

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.

 

Did Ya Miss Me?

Things I suck at as of recent:

• saying "hi" to guys I find attractive
• planning for my students before the morning of
• keeping in touch with friends
• grocery shopping
• making my bed
• not drinking on schoo nights
• remembering to "not hate"
• blogging
• saving money
• remembering not to eat meat on Fridays during Lent
• FFing through the DVR and trying to get it exactly when the show gets back on
• flossing

Things that I'm great at as of recent:

• standing up for myself.
• running (with the help of my running schedule, thanks M!)
• dancing in the car
• singing in the car
• loving on my students
• relationship advice to co-workers
• reading
• wave-crimping my hair in under 7 minutes
• making fun of horrible commercials
• brunching with friends
• handling my roommate and her crazy ways
• being single and loving it
• screaming "EW" at anything and everything a la Channing Tatum on SNL

I got nothing else... help me.

What happens at Ozios.....

Okay, so I'm too old for bar crawls.  I've done many.  I don't remember many.  My body just can't handle them like I used to be able to.  But when my dear friend, J, wanted to do the Cupids Bar Crawl, I couldn't say no.  She has been an awesome friend to me and to many.  So, I donned some skanky yet classy attire and went into DC with the rest of the gang.

The day started off quiet enough... big old red goblet full of liquor.  Here are some of the girls before the debauchery happened.

Heeeey, classy ladies. 

We moved from Irish Whiskey, to Mighty Pint, to Sign of the Whale and then to the rooftop at Ozio.  This is where the shit started hitting the fan.... in a good way, of course.  I ran into some old college friends who were sitting at a table.  And we caught up.  We got out share of cheap ass drinks.  We danced our asses off.  Said college friend got hookah and it looked amazing... and it reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice and Wonderland - one of my favorite books/movies.  So when birthday girl asked if we wanted some, I was the first one to say "Yes!." 



We got strawberry and damn was it delicious.  I don't remember hookah ever tasting that good. 

Here's the birthday girl getting the first suck.

Ahh, the sweet release.

Yes, I promise that's only hookah. 

Here's K to join in on the smoking fun.  You know I'm pwned when I throw deuces and my mouth is open for pictures.

Hey!  Where'd K go?

 At this point, everyone had had some hits of the hookah.  But J and I were still going strong.  Kat left us, and probably for the best.  Because the next thing I knew, J and I went from taking the above picture to the below picture.  And that's when ALL the dudes took out their phones to snap these.

camera 1

camera 2

 

 

So, that's use shoot gunning?  What's that called?  I don't even know.  Lesbihonest, it was a great idea.  So great in fact that the table of nerdy white dudes next to us couldn't stand up for a while.  And the server brought over a free tablet (?) of hookah. 

 

 

After we are all done with hookah and drinks, we stopped into a few more bars and then decided it was time to head home.  Here is my documentation of the cab ride home...  there are 5 girls shoved in the back of the cab.

 

mandatory selfie... complete with duck lips.  Channing Tatum EW! 

Where did I get the glasses from?

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't really know how to end this post.  But I had a great time, minus the fact that we were missing a few people (who we eventually found).  The birthday girl was happy.  We were happy.  It was a happy night.  I ended the night saying, like I always say, "I'm never drinking again!"  Well my friends, that's a lie.  The Clarendon Shamrock Bar Crawl is right around the corner and I expect to see you all there... and drinking beside me.  



...help...

Things I need at the moment:

• summer vacation
• sleep
• a positive attitude about my current job
• eyes in the back of my head
• new workout shoes
• someone to rub my back until I fall asleep
• more blog topics (obvi)
• time for my own life
• a jucier butt
• a bigger closet
• more hope
• more patience
• more faith
• less drama
• less vices
• more sex
• more friend time
• more positive things to come for my friends

Welcome to My World....

A while back I blogged about a girl's night out where we thought it would be funny to nose people.  (And, by golly, it sure was!).  I haven't thought much about that fateful night until last night...  and in an "Angela" sort of way. 

Last night I was at SK's for skeeball with some fabulous ladies... I know what you're thinking. Out on a Tuesday night, drinking til the wee hours of the morning? Who is this girl and what did she do with Angela?   Well, I gotta tell you something.  Tuesday night skeeball with my ladies far surpasses a night out on the weekends.  It's that fun...

After a few pitchers of Blue Moon, and one failed skeeball match to a team who had NEVER won a game, our team was up to play in the second to last match of the evening.  As I was at the table getting the score card for my team, I overheard a young nerdy fella talking to J, the league director, about the ETA for the last game of the night.  Ppshh I thought to myself.  Homeboy needs to get home, put in his retainer and get 8 hours of sleep.  And, at the moment I was making fun of nerdy white guy in my mind, he looked over to me and yelled "Hey!  I know you!" 

My heart started pounding.  Oh no!  Where did I know him from?  He didn't look familiar.  Did I go to high school with him?  No.  Did I hook up with him?  God I hoped not!  Did I know his family?  I didn't think so.  As I was about to exhaust my options as to how I knew him, he said:

...."you nosed my friend at CG a while back!"... 

Ha!  I literally spit Blue Moon in his face and started laughing out loud.  At point my sister, who was standing next to me witnessing this whole conversation, and who was with me at CG that night, busted out laughing and walked away for me to take the bullet.  Thanks, sis! 

He went on to say that they stuck around a while longer let us nose them because we were a "cute group of girls."  When our match started, I was standing there scoring our team when I overheard him talking to his group about that night and what we had done.  After overhearing the conversation he was having next me, I started to becoming embarrassed... that is until I heard the team saying "damn, those girls are so fucking hot." 

And with that comment, all was right in the world again.

Side note:  we blew our opponents out of the water... even if we had to skeeball as T-Rexs (hands inside our shirts).  As we were strutting our stuff through the crowd, high-fiving all the awe-struck teams, I walked passed nerdy boy whose hand was raised in a high-five position.  And if you know anything about me, you'll know exactly what I did next.  I went in for the fake high-five and then I  nosed the fuck out of him instead. 

Not even this could ruin my Friday afternoon.

Scenes from a Friday afternoon while waiting for the buses to be called.

::sitting at the kidney table with the 7 girls in the class::
D:  Ms. K., do you have a baby?
Me:  No.
::simultaneous saddened awwwwws::
A: Do you have a husband?
Me:  No.
::simultaneous saddened awwwws, again::
D:  Do you have friends?
Me:  Yes.
D:  Yea, everyone should have friends.
M:  ::pattingmeonthe back::  Are you lonely?
Me:  .....
::GT-02 gets called::
Me:  Get out of my classroom!!

I was literally saved by the bell.

But that's a great questions, little 8 year old.  Am I lonely?  Let's think about this one.  Technically I am currently alone.  But am I lonely?  No, I am not, by any means, lonely.  I have the best friends, the best family and the air in my lungs.  I am the happiest I have been in a really long time.