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).