As for now, real life is too busy to blog. I am going to focus on it and if things slow down again, I will return to blogging land! It was fun 🙂
Well, I suck at sports. That’s the first thing you need to know about this story.
Not your regular sucking at sports.. but.. like.. I’m extra sucky.
In 4th grade I played basketball. I remember missing the basket every time during practice and having to rebound my own shots that ended up in other people’s courts and even the KIDS wondering how someone could be so bad. My stomach ended up in knots. I also tried soccer, gymnastics, dance, and tennis.
Tennis was awful. I was in like 9th grade and my mom made me take lessons. Well, everyone else took lessons at an appropriate age and the girl teaching the lessons was my age and the other kids were all 7. I quit after one lesson. I usually try to stick with things I’ve started but that was too much.
I also did track for 2 years in high school. I was the slowest one on the team. That is not an exaggeration. I would be halfway through the workout and girls would be on their way back or already done. My actual event was long jump and, I kid you not, I scratched at EVERY single meet that I participated in for the first year.
I decided to give sports one last try in college. I was on an intramural kickball team. My wimpy band of freshmen lost against senior football players in like 15 minutes. After that, I decided I was perfectly content cheering from the sidelines.
That was quite a long intro to what will be a shorter story. However, before continuing, you need to understand how much I HATE playing sports because of how much I SUCK at them. Did I provide enough examples? I have more…
So, now, fast forward to present time. It has been 6 years since I have played an organized sport. But, I remain an optimist. When Matt’s aunt asked me to play on her sand volleyball team for a one day tournament I figured it could be fun. You see, those 6 years stifled the pain of always being last, always missing the ball, and always looking like a dumbass.
So, Saturday rolled around. I spent all of Friday night and all of Saturday morning being nervous. I text my mom asking for her to be my mommy again and tell me I could do it. She told me to suck it up, try my best, and look forward to the beer at the end. That I could do.
Well, the game started, I hit it over a few times.. everything was okay. Then this huge athletic dude in a blue cut-off started serving for the other team. I was in the back center.
Time out: before the story continues, I need to tell you that I can’t set. I only know how to bump the volleyball. Thanks, Mrs. Taft for teaching me that one skill in your 5th grade volleyball day camp.
Ok, resume: So, he served and it was heading straight towards me. I didn’t really know how to back up enough and get under it to bump it. I needed to set it, but it was flying towards me, and I panicked. Well, too bad for me because it ended up smashing me in the face.
To make matters worse, he obviously got to serve it again and he did the same thing and I did the same thing and I got hit in the mother fucking face AGAIN.
Yes it left a bruise.
I also tried to hit the ball at various other times during the game and air balled at least 3 times, and when I served I missed getting it over (or even still on the court) all but once.
I’m not making it up. I did play better the next game, thank GOD.
You better believe that after game beer was the best damn beer I’ve ever had.
P.S. I’m going back for more tonight – one of Matt’s friends signed me up to be on his volleyball team that plays EVERY Thursday night. At least in this league drinking during the game is much encouraged. I guess I’m going to have to get good quick.
Or buy some heavy duty bruise covering foundation.
Wish me luck!
I love reading. So much so that when the library told me I could not check out books anymore I started crying. In public. In the library. Not because of any other stressors. Just because I was told I couldn’t check out any more books. I promise to tell this story in the near future. But that story is not what that post is about.
Here we go. I have a confession… I haven’t been able to start or finish a book lately. It seems like such a monumental and long task. I kind of know what my students feel like when I keep pushing them to read harder and harder books. It’s like hot damn, I have so much other shit to do and now you want me to get lost in a book? That just seems so hard. Except now I’m the one pushing myself.
This is very sad and disappointing to me because I consider myself an avid reader. Part of the problem is time. I choose to read blogs online (A Cup of Jo, Dooce, Glamour (all of them), Emjoyable, Bows & Sequins, and occasionally Babble). Not to mention all of the other links that I am pulled into by Pinterest.
I read blogs because honestly, they’re fluffy and easy and short. And books seem long and hard and time consuming. The other reason is, and this is something I’ve known about myself for a long time, but it has come into my acute awareness more recently – I start to feel and think like the character in the book and it kind of weirds me out. It’s like I take on their moods until I am done reading the story. Is that weird? I think it is. I probably shouldn’t have said it on the internet.. but.. I’m going to. So it’s like I don’t want to read something sad because I’m going to carry that character’s feelings on my shoulders and it’s just a made up freaking person!
Anyways, that being said, I DID just finish an absolutely wonderful book titled Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay. I would recommend it to anyone who likes a captivating story with a touch of historical fiction.
My goal for this summer is to only read really excellent books, so once I get this library thing squared away, I’ll keep you updated on what I’m reading. Any recommendations? I really do like to read any and all kinds of books. I just need to get back into the habit, I think. Summer should be just the ticket.
So I’m not gonna lie.. I kind of went through a little funk. I got sick. I got busy. I didn’t blog. Sorry!!
But, to be honest, I didn’t do anything cute or fun for a few weeks. Like… Matt and I celebrated his daughter’s 4th birthday, and I didn’t even wrap her presents cute because I ran out of wrapping paper and tape. Yes, tape.
These presses are literally held together with string and newspaper.
I’m back, bitches!
All I’ve got to say is:
1. I’m so happy this week is through. It’s been a long one.
2. All I want to do is curl up in comfies, drink wine, and read all day long while listening to this rain.
I’ve made my last weekly intents joy, gratitude, and discipline (2x).
Last week I declared a do-over for discipline. It went MUCH better! I was early to work a few days, worked out in the morning once, and walked the dog on a few 3 mile walks even when I didn’t want to.
Now, I am choosing an individual. This person just rubs me the wrong way. She’s irritating and unkempt and frustrating. HOWEVER, I think she needs my mental support. At least if I send good thoughts her way and am really really nice to her, then it can’t hurt. And, it will make me a nicer person.
So, my intent is focusing on a person.
I invite you to pick an intent (a person, thought, discipline, etc.) to focus on this week. Let’s check in next Monday to see how we did!
Grandmas are the best! Especially this one. Isn’t she so cute?
I’m so proud to be your granddaughter.
I love you!
So, I’m a huge fan of Mexican food. I’d eat it for every meal if I could. In fact, when I went to Mexico, I told my mom probably 3 times a day that I should have been born Mexican. But, I wasn’t. So instead, I just make all my friends go to Mexican every time we eat out.
Most recently, my friends Natalia, Paige, and I went to a restaurant called Xochimilco (So-She-Mo-Co). I got a delicious shrimp quesadilla. OMG I want another one right now! Anywho, along with my quesadilla I ordered a beer. I actually ordered a large draft beer, thinking it’d be 20 oz.
The guy brought me this 32 oz. monstrosity:
I would have had NO problem drinking the whole darn thing, except, I had to drive home and I’m a lightweight. So, no. That would not have been wise.
I thought about sending it back, because come on. No one orders a large draft beer thinking it’s going to be THAT fricking large. But, I didn’t want to be that girl. So, I made Paige share it with me.
Pouring it proved to be a little messy. Oops!
It was a great dinner despite the momentary chaos over my drink. Thanks for the invite, Natalia.
In my yoga class, the instructor invites every participant to choose an intent to focus on for the duration of the class.
It can be anything – a person, a feeling, a release of stress, etc.
Last Wednesday, I chose the intent “joy.” I decided I didn’t want to leave the focus at the end of the hour, so I decided to make it my weekly intent.
I think it has made me a happier person. Every now and then, the intent runs through my mind. It’s kind of nice. I’ve tried to find joy in everything – daily chores, exercise, rest, relaxation, and the fun things, too!
I invite you to also choose a weekly intent – something or someone to remember throughout the week.
Let’s check in next week and see how we did, k?
I love girl’s nights. My boyfriend is a macho man and while he does humor me on some of my very girly girl traits, there is no replacement for a good old fashioned girl’s night. With girls.
Unfortunately, I am still relatively new to the town I live in and have not made a lot of girl friends. Luckily, every other month or so, my college-sorority-sisters-senior-year-roommate-besties-future-bridesmaids and I plan a get together. Last time we stayed in the Omni Chicago and shopped, ate out, indulged in lots of drinks, and had a total blast.
This trip was a lot more low-key but just as much fun.
We were going to do Pinterest crafts, but Britta forgot the materials at her apartment in the Chicago suburbs, so we painted nails instead.
Then, we went to a restaurant called Radio Maria. I was so freaking excited for this experience! It was a tapas restaurant, which I had never tried before. The whole idea of tapas is to order a bunch of little dishes instead of one big meal. Then you share it all! We got delicious potatoes, garlic bread, pork tacos, artichoke hearts, fried eggplant, and fried risotto balls. Yum. You’ll have to take my word that it was delish because I forgot to take any pictures.
After that, we walked to a cupcake shop. I got a dark chocolate cupcake and a fancy chocolate milk spiked with Godiva liquor. Fancy, indeed.
And then, we went home to Katie’s where we drank Arbor Mist (me) and white wine (Katie and Britta) while eating Milano cookies and watching Two Weeks Notice.
It was a glorious, girly, boozy, cupcake-y night.
Thanks for the fun, girls!
P.S. What are your musts for a girl’s night?