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The benefits of recovering from surgery

So when I was laying in bed last night and my boyfriend turns to me and says “So what do you want to do tomorrow?”  I instantly responded with a very enthusiastic “BAKE!”  

I don’t think he actually expected me to really bake as much as I did and eighty dollars later this happened.

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I’ve never made cheesecake before but I’ve also never thought baking anything was very hard and I’ve great at following directions so I asked my boyfriend what he wanted me to bake his instant response was of course “I don’t care babe, whatever you want”  I don’t think men understand how incredibly annoying this response is because I’m whatever I’m baking your eating not me well maybe a little bit but furthermore I probed a little more and I started looking at recipees in my bookmarks.  I came across cheesecake and he lit up like a candle so I was like there we go! Cheesecake it is,  Now I couldn’t just make cheesecake cause thats boring so I made two cheesecakes and then came these little devils!

ImageIf your not drooling by now you can just stop reading.  Welcome to chocolate covered strawberry no bake cheesecake.  And of course to top it off they are mini cheesecakes!  I came across these gems on one of my favorite blogs How sweet it is and as soon as I popped them up on the screen the boy started instantly drooling…” You have to make them!!”  So of course I did and they are currently killing me chilling in the fridge.  

So surgery has it’s benefits as you have time off to actually do things you want to do but of course the pain still hurts really really bad.  I have found it really helps alot to sleep with someone so they can be there when things get really bad and you feel like your going to die.  

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That is exactly what happen this morning/last night around 3am.  See Bret knows that I have to take my med’s at exactly four hour intervals specifically overnight or I will literally die and not get any sleep so being the best man in the world he set my alarms for me and made sure I didn’t miss a dose.  Then right around 3 am this morning I woke up an hour before I was suppose to take my medication and I was in so much pain.  The hardest part about a tonsillectomy is sleeping in general.  You only get around 3 hours of sleep at a time and I haven’t had a full 8 hour night’s sleep in a week literally it’s been seven days so when you wake up at 3am in ton’s of pain the last thing you want to do is go back to sleep because you will just wake up again in more pain. 

I literally started crying.  There I was 3am sitting up in bed balling like a little baby and of course I woke Bret up.  He sits up and just gave me a big hug and was like what is wrong.  All I could say was I didn’t want to sleep because it would hurt and he coaxed me back to bed.  It was exactly what I needed at that point.  Maybe that’s why he is getting cheesecake tonight.  Whatever it is I was thankful to have him watching over me at night and I find I sleep better knowing someone is there with me.  Anyway baking is done and it is time for me to relax and enjoy my night.

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Updates are good right?

I know I haven’t written in a while okay, I’ve been busy, and lazy.

Lets see…

I haven’t really done anything impressive,  Just school and friends and parties, ya know the typical stuff.

I spent the weekend catching up with old friends at home.  This week brings so many problems and tomorrow will be catch up Tuesday yet again.  Luckily it’s suppose to snow Tuesday night into Wednesday night almost ten inches! So maybe I’ll catch a break and get a free day to relax,  nothing like a free night off school to enjoy with your roommates!  We have already planned to get the goods (ie. liqour, beer) before hand, so we can properly enjoy ourselves if we do get snowed in.

The rest of the week basically looks like this…

I have an eight page paper due Wednesday so of course I haven’t started it yet

I have to memorize my Alpha Sigma information for the quiz on Monday

Maybe seeing the boy on Wednesday, (I know that was poor planning seeing as it’s suppose to snow)

The rest of the week should be pretty laid back.

This weekend I went to lunch with an old friend on Saturday then took my best friend out for her birthday which was, of course, a blast.  I love my friends from home, it’s just nice to go back home and be able to enjoy myself.  She lives in the country where it’s laid back, quiet and relaxing.  I’m a tad bit jealous of the secluded lifestyle.  Sunday consisted of making breakfast and showering,  then I went over to my old house and re-tried on all my old clothes just to make sure I didn’t want them or didn’t like them which of course 90% of the one’s I tried on I loved so  it was like shopping all over again!  So nice, I now have a complete wardrobe for this coming summer.  Which I can’t wait for by the way.

Anyway thought I should update you all on how my week is going.  Now time to work on this paper. Night!

 

What friends are for…

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Life has a way of slapping you in the face when you start to fall asleep.  Not just when you fall asleep  but when you start to think oh wow my life is so easy and fun.  All of a sudden life drops into your lap and is like “Oh Hi! Remember me? Get to work!!”

Which is exactly what happen to me on Monday night.  After a entirely to full of a day being at school, attending class, meetings, and of course the gym, I was out for the count.  It literally sucked the life out of me.  Tuesday I woke up thinking…OMG it feels like Monday plus a freight train of paper’s to write.  I had fun this weekend going out and taking advantage of my free time but boy did it catch up with me fast.  Next thing I knew I was stuck with two papers to write and a really important test to study for which consumed all of my free time Tuesday.  Which is a lot because I get out of class around 12 on Tuesdays and I always have time to relax but not this week.

Let me explain to you exactly how Doomsday, oh I mean Tuesday, ended up.  I got out of class and went straight home where I literally sat at my desk typing from 12:30 pm to right around 5:30 pm.  About that time I had finished the majority of my papers and only had studying left to do.  So I decided what better time to take a dinner break.  Which turned out spectacularly  I made shake and bake chicken because it was quick and easy.  Of course if you don’t know this about me, I completely lose my appetite when I am stressed out.  Like seriously food makes me nausea just thinking about it or smelling it.  So I had an appetite going into studying for my math test.  By 8 pm my chicken was done sitting at the stove just staring at me, because let’s face it I was way to stressed to eat.  But hey, at least I had it there if I did get hungry.  So my roommates gathered around the kitchen table to help me figure out all my math problems, (if you didn’t know two of my roommates are graduate students, one is a math grad student, and one is a computer science grad student) so I got very lucky because any questions I have either one of them can figure it out and explain it to me.

Meanwhile this whole time I was trying to get done all my work before 6:30 so I could go over the boy’s house (the one I saw over the weekend), to hangout and relax which I desperately needed but I just couldn’t, stupid math.  See life has a funny way of working out because here I was sitting at the table stressing to the max about this test, wishing I had someone here to just talk to that wasn’t a roommate, I just needed a friend.  Then BOOM!  I get a message from one of my best friends on Facebook who I love to death and also had a bad day asking if we wanted to have a night of sulking complaining about our shitty days.  I jumped at the chance,  and next thing you know we are a bottle of wine into talking and chatting just plain old relaxing.  (BTW Ed Hardy makes sangria now? It tastes awesome, just like juice)  I woke up this morning feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day.  I took my test, which I feel I passed,  went to my second class and came home to actually relax.  I just have to say stress really does take a toll on the body, I was almost as exhausted as I was yesterday but I actually got the chance to rest.  Now I am fully rested and feeling better, which is why I’m back to writing this,  and I can’t thank my friend’s enough for all they do for me.  Because even if I don’t like to admit it, sometimes I just need someone to show up with a hug, a massage and some wine, and say “Tell me how shitty your day was?”

I feel so fake when I wear makeup.

 

“Plain women know more about men than beautiful women do.”
~Katharine Hepburn

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So I woke up this morning thinking…Oh god.

It’s Monday. 

So I slept in another fifteen minutes like that is ever a good idea.  I wasn’t running late by any means but I always feel like I am.  So I made my coffee, fixed my hair…(ie. ran a comb through it, and left for class).  As soon as I pulled into the parking garage I looked in the mirror and I was like welp, forgot to put make up on again!  I swear I never wear make up anymore.

I always find myself wondering why I even wear it in the first place, I have nice skin, pretty blue eyes, great hair.  I really honestly don’t even need to wear it.  That of course lead me to wonder all day about when I do and when I don’t wear make up.

The end result was pretty interesting.  I wear makeup at night when I’m going out to a party, or club, around people I don’t really know, and people that I probably will not see the next day.   I think it has something to do with the fact that I really just like the actual art of putting makeup on, I’m an artistic person and I’m very good at doing my own makeup.  But why don’t I wear it around people that I see everyday?

Because I want these people to love me for what I actually am.  Not who I can be, or what I look like.  I mean yes, I am blessed with natural good looks.  Then this thought came to me, when I am going out with a guy for the first time, or when I know he is going to see me for the first time,  I wear barely any makeup.  The reason is because I want him to like me for myself,  If I wake up in the morning next to him, I don’t want him to sit there thinking, who is this girl?  Is that what she really looks like?

I feel fake when I wear makeup.

When I wake up in the morning, I feel beautiful every morning.  That is a bold face lie.  Nobody feels beautiful every morning.  Because sometimes your had a rough night and you look at yourself and your like damn I need to check myself.  I believe there is an art to not wearing makeup.  It really forces you to take care of yourself!  You have to wash your face, brush your teeth, moisturize your face, and eat healthy.  Because lets face it,(No pun intended!) if you don’t your skin is the first thing that will show your late night burger’s.  So ladies embrace the naked truth and just bare it all.

Just for fun here are some pictures of celebrities with and without make up.  Just to make you feel a little better!

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Personally I think they all look more human without makeup!  Especially Hilary Duff and Kristen Steward….Happy Monday!!

Trail Running

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

-Robert Frost

Okay so if you read my last post, I was supposed to go to our schools gym and do some HIITS while reading math…

Well It slipped my mind that we are having a basketball game against duke today therefore NO PARKING. ANYWHERE!! I couldn’t even find parking in my super secret parking lots!  So as I drove around the Entire freaking school I could feel the tension start to rise in my body and I was thinking FUCK THIS SHIT!  Like seriously.

That was the moment I decided that it was warm enough out to go for a run. Outside. Away from people, and traffic, and irritation.  I needed rocks to climb, tree’s to jump over, and wind to race. So as I started out on the two-mile loop I found right off of the actual paved trail I decided I would chronicle all the great perks and not so great perks of trail running.  Enjoy the pictures!

Pro’s of trail running:

You find cool things in the woods.

Check out this random fort someone built on the river bed.

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Complete with a fireplace!

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As well as this random rock with a stick perfectly stuck through it? Talk about having the perfect flag pole! 

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Beautiful scenery.

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Obstacles!  Test your balance out on a tree suspended over the water…No I didn’t fall in (gymnast duhhh)

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Agility training!  I call this the “ankle training” part of the course because, if you have weak ankles, your fucked.

Beginner:

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Intermediate:

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Advanced:

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Sand is a lot better on your joints than pavement.

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So is Moss.

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You have to climb mini-mountains!

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And use critical thinking skills about how to not fall into the water or slip on mud. Because the trail may look like this now…

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But after then it turns into this…

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More agility training!  This is called high root knees… (or face plant it’s up to you)

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Now time for some con’s of trail running:

Sticker’s randomly wanting to tag along (if your fast enough they just rip your clothes not your skin)

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That is about it for con’s!

So go out and get those shoes dirty!!

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Because I mean really would you rather run on the top or the bottom…

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Happy Trails!

Sunday Funday

Okay so I just woke up… so judge me it’s Sunday!!

Ahh Sunday, the day of rest.  And homework, lots of homework.  I like to play a little game with myself and see how much homework I can get done in four hours on a Sunday.  The answer is usually all of it.  I don’t know why, but for some reason (it’s probably a conditioned response that I have been preparing myself for after years of not doing any homework till Sunday) I become invincible on Sunday’s.  Which is great, because I can get all my homework done and still enjoy the rest of the day.

I know you are all wondering how the date went yesterday, ice skating and all.  Well lets just say I am a boss at ice skating.  My date asked me how many times I thought I would fall and I boldly answered NONE.  (so boldly in fact that I sat there wondering to myself really did you just say that?)  But my face was confident all like:

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And I picked it up right away and I am sure I looked just like this:

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Now ice skating is a great date idea…just a great idea, but after you get out there and your skating and going in circles after the first half an hour it gets so boring…I mean you can only dodge so many children.  Why can’t they have an ice skating obstacle course or something, Now that would be fun.  If you didn’t know by this point I love a challenge, like tell me I can’t do something, come on I dare you!  And I will prove you oh so wrong every time   As long as it’s within my physical limitations.  So I can’t jump 8 feet in the air, but I can with a trampoline! Ha! That’s kind of how my mind works all the time.  Lets take something basic, and make it impossibly hard and see if it’s doable.

So date ended we went our separate way’s, (No I didn’t get a kiss) and when I arrived home I was wondering what now…

I was exhausted from ice skating and wasn’t sure if he wanted to see me again, because I am a constant over analyzer, (Thanks mother),  so I just as soon laid down and started watching a movie.  I figured it he wanted to see me he would just ask.  And of course he did!  So I drove over to his place and we had another movie night.  It was awesome! (We watched Zero Dark Thirty, which if you haven’t seen it yet I would totally recommend it)  I was so lazy this time I wore even baggier sweatpants and a sweatshirt!  I call it my “I’m not going to sleep with you so I’ll dress in baggie clothes” weapon.  It never works though…  Either he ends up wanting and trying to sleep with me, or I find myself wanting to get with him…In this case both.  And as I always say if you can’t beat’em join’em, or leave.  Which is what I did, I left.  As soon as I found myself getting to “comfortable” and pushing the envelope I was like NO I have to go.  And since I know your all wondering …Yes, yes he was a great kisser.  Except for the face stubble. That has got to go!  I have a sensitive face, what can I say I’m a girl. Oh and for the record this guy has great legs, and it sounds weird to say that as a girl, but we have all see the guy that has great upper body strength and no freaking legs!! It is so weird and annoying and I just want to walk over to that guy in the gym and be like that is SOOO NOT SEXY!!  Okay rant done here is a picture of what I’m talking about in case you haven’t stumbled upon this fallacy:

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So remember guys:

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it’s just gross. Moving on…

So after leaving, for some unknown reason I decided to stop at Wendy’s and get a small chocolate frosty.  Which I haven’t had in probably years, and I must have looked happy because as I was ordering said frosty at the microphone,  the guy could see my face from his window and he was like “Man, you’re in a good mood!”  Which made me start grinning like an idiot so I probably looked something like this:

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And then I had to explain to the man at the drive through that I met a guy, blah blah blah… He was loving the whole thing cause it was about 12am and he was probably bored out of his mind.  And I know how it is to have to work late and he probably gets a bunch of drunk biddies (thanks for the word Joe!) in that are annoying as hell and then here comes the little white girl all happy-go-lucky, geeking out because of a boy.  I had the man cracking up, and the whole time I was thinking oh my god, stop smiling so much you look like a retard!  Anyway I got home to the ultimate video game fighter asleep on the couch with a tournament on that he should have been at in Philly, Everyone else was in bed and so I went downstairs to pass out.

Waking up this morning I set out to do three things today:

1. Drink coffee and have breakfast. Check!

2. Update blog. Check!

3. Now here is my problem, I’m going to the gym after I write this and I have to read math homework (either during or after gym time, which I hate with fiery passion, the math not the gym).  Now my theory here is since I’m doing cardio for like an hour, I could potentially read my math homework and then every time I get frustrated I can just do an interval sprint…So I’ll potentially be doing HIIT’s (High-Interval Intensity Training) And I will relieve a lot of pent-up tension, okay I’m definitely be doing this since just typing this and thinking about it gets me pumped up.  One thing is for sure I’m definitely not doing weights today,  I need space and I need to run, like really run, more like sprint.  I need the kind of space like if I was home I would be trail running.  Just that kind of challenging course to make me clear my head and relax.  But since I’m not home I’ll just settle for the gym at school and kill two birds with one stone by reading and running.

Oh and if you don’t know what trail running is I suggest you do it! it’s basically like hiking but instead of walking you run, and if your like me at all, you run as fast as you can without falling, which happens occasionally,  I like it mainly because it’s all about agility and quick thinking and if you screw up it hurts so you generally don’t screw up.  It reminds me of cross-country riding which is what you do on  a horse…Also you run so much farther than you ever thought possible, I once ran ten miles without evening thinking about, I was just having so much fun…Quick examples:

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http://www.vhtrc.org/files/trail-run.htm This website is calling my name!  Can’t wait till the weather gets warmer…

I know I have a serious problem with adrenaline.  Anyway off to the gym!

Boys & Blind Dates

Oh my goodness.  So I went on a blind date last night.  When I say blind I mean I had never met this man before.  EVER.  I met him online and he insisted we go out for drinks and I of course was crazy nervous because he could be a serial rapist or something.  So after two weeks of trying to see each other and texting back and forth I finally thought there was no way this guy still wanted to see me.  He hadn’t called me, hadn’t texted me all week, of course when I talk to my mother she is all like why haven’t you talked to him?  I’m over here like, Its not my job!  Then I did something so classic to my family.  It could be what we are known for…

I texted him and went for it!

I wanted to see him, I had had enough of this dancing around the bush and wondering whether he had five noses, or a uni-brow, I had to see for myself.  I shot him a text and a second later he responded.  I was like wow what was impressive.  Next thing you know he wants me to come over and hang out at his place…

First thing that pops into my head is booty call!  It being eight at night helped that slip away pretty quickly, but the next thing that popped into my head is shit! what am I going to wear?!

I am a lucky lucky girl when it comes to the whole what to wear situations….I can make sweat pants and a t-shirt look sexy if I have too.  So that’s exactly what I did!

So I clamor into my car and head for his house.  Hoping and praying he is the same person I have seen in pictures.  Then it happens I am there in the parking lot.  Nervous as all get up.

And he comes around the corner of the apartment complex and….

He is even better looking than the pictures!  My inner goddess does back flips  relief washes over me and all is right in the world again.

Upon regaining my self control and state of being I promptly start talking…and talking…and talking…then I finally shut up and realize, Oh My God.  I talk way to much.  Then I realize that he has been keeping right up and we are both on the same page.  Another flood of relief as I realize that hey, maybe this guy can actually hold a conversation!  And he is good looking!  And he is older!  And he doesn’t live with his mother?!

WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER

He is a keeper, but of course, I do have to remind myself that this is only a first time date and he still could turn out to be a weirdo.  So as the date goes on we watched movies and talked, I got him to do a handstand and he made me draw a horse, which turned out terrible because he made me use a pen!  Then another thing happened…

He tried to kiss me.  I don’t blame him I’m a good looking girl, friendly, smart, funny, but I don’t kiss on the first date.  No sir not this girl, sorry.  And here is what takes guys aback with me…

Unlike most girls, who would probably just let a guy kiss them and avoid the awkward silence of being rejected, I don’t give a damn about awkward silences   I would much rather him know that I have morals,  and I demand respect.  If I really like you, it won’t take more than three dates to get a kiss, but the first date, for me at least, is all about getting to know each other and figuring out if I even want to kiss this guy.

There he sat all rejected on the couch next to me and I could hear the crickets in the air as his mind processed the fact that this gorgeous, smart man, just got turned down.  Then I turned to him and in order to save the date carefully explained that I just wanted to get to know him a little better first.  This seemed to do the trick and save the day,  so we spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch watching and cracking up at the show Duck Dynasty, which if you haven’t seen it is hilarious.  Sii is my favorite character.  As the night turned into early morning I finally left around 2am.  I managed to make it back home and quickly fell asleep.

This morning I awoke and of course the first thing I thought was, God I talk way to much.  I probably ruined the whole thing.  But of course, he had sent me a text to wake up too, making sure I had arrived home in one piece and one thing led to another and now were going ice skating.  It was my idea, and I’m so thrilled because I have wanted to go for so long! His first response to the idea was of course yes, and then he was like wait, you have gotten me to do a handstand, and go ice skating in twenty four hours?!  How did you do that? I have my ways, and my magic.  I’ll have to update you on the ice skating tomorrow! Until then wish me luck!! Hopefully I don’t pull one of these!

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