Eww.

I've been bad. Why, you ask? Tonight I attended the annual "girls holiday party." The second I got home (yes I drove, yes I drank, no I wasn't drunk...and to prove it I only had three drinks and one shot over the course of 6 hours...) I lit up a cig.

I think lighting up when I drink (as of the last three weeks, so honestly...it has only been a few times) is my juvenile attempt to understand what all of the smoking hype is about.

What have I discovered?

• It leaves a disgusting taste in my mouth
• It makes me feel extremely effed up and dizzy
• I still haven't been able to fathom WHY PEOPLE SMOKE! (sorry, I'm not trying to offend the smokers of the world...but after trying it I still can't grasp the reasoning)
• It gives me a headache
  

ps. I am NOT a jogger or a runner....those people are effin nuts!

2 T's and 1 L

I'm shaking things up a little. I participated in interviewing some other bloggers recently, and since I'm not the most creative at coming up with random-thought-provoking questions...I used google! In doing so, I was reminded of a silly little ice-breaker that was pulled out at retreats when I was a kid. Two truths and a lie.

Wanna play?

Here goes:

1. I bought a pack of cigs, and smoked my first cigarette sober since high school in 2009.
2. I heart running/jogging.
3. I'm beginning to wish it was legal to marry cowboys.

What am I telling the truth about and which one is my lie?

You're more than welcome to participate as well...If you choose to participate, I am more than happy to link to your blog, just leave a comment or shoot me an email in the next day or so (so the 8 people who fancy this little blog can share in the fun!!)

Happy Friday!

It makes me smile.

Winter has a crappy effect of me. Particularly this time of the year. But there are a few things that slightly improved my mood:

1. The sunrise this morning WAS AMAZING. I still strongly believe sunrises should only be witnessed from the comfort of your own bed, or when you've spent the entire night talking with someone special, I digress. It was an awe striking mix of pinks and purples...textured by the clouds, with a magical, bright, exuberant glow. It made me smile.
   
2. While driving to pick up Baby Boy, I was met with the faintest reflection of daylight...peering at me from the windows of a tall building. It was a wonderful sign that the days are starting to get longer. It made me smile
3. I settled in on a theme/idea for getting people together on my birthday weekend! My birthday falls on a Sunday (lame, yes...I know) so instead of going to the bars, and not remembering my birthday..I'm going to have a fun and silly ice skating part at The Depot! I am smiling just thinking about it.
4. I also had the brilliant idea to invite the blogging people I know to come stay in MN that weekend...have a blogger social night on Saturday, and attend the awesome skating afternoon on Sunday. Email me if you're interested, and we can nail down some details!!

What has made you smile lately?

Turning Back Tuesdays

Introducing: A Breeze to Remember

I feel extremely emo right now, my mood could be closely compared to a past South Park episode about non-conformists. You know the one, I know you do...I'm too lazy to look up the link!

Yes, it's a winter funky funk. I know I'll snap out of it, and to be quite honest, the beautiful sunrise is helping...although, I SHOULD NEVER HAVE TO WATCH THE SUNRISE UNLESS I'M IN THE ARMS OF A STRONG, SEXY MAN. I digress.

SO, for today's turning back Tuesday, I'm going to attempt to keep things light and airy (no pun intended...haha, you'll get that joke if you can make it to the end of this post).

Rewind to my senior year of high school. I wanted to try something new, so I enrolled in an EMT program at a local community college. The program was specifically designed for high school seniors. The way it worked was I went to two classes at my high school in the morning, then left school to grab lunch, and spend the rest of my day in this EMT class. The class was comprised of kids from all around the metro.

Most of them had enrolled because they were interested in becoming an EMT. I did it because I thought it would be cool to get out of high school for a half day (which lasted the entire year).

During this class, we spent half of our time learning book stuff, and the other half of our time learning how to save lives. When we were saving lives we were in a room that had a simulated ambulance box, floor mats, and those lovely manikin's that had the ability to tell you how much you sucked at CPR.

On this particular afternoon, we were running through a scenario. I knelt down to begin administering CPR when I heard the most horrible ripping noise of my life. My pants had decided to split down my entire bum. This wasn't just a little rip...this was the perfect storm of rips. From the top of my waste straight through the crotch. I was frozen in embarrassment, but lucky for me, nobody had immediately noticed (at least that's what I tell myself to this day). I carefully backed myself out of the classroom, and signaled for a friend to come over. When I told her what had happened she laughed to the point of tears. I'm so happy I could make someone crack up (again, no pun intended...I'm on a roll today!).

The moral of the story? Tight jeans might make your bum look flattering in a mirror...but they're lethal if you are expected to bend at the waste.

Happy Tuesday!

Fine in 2009

Surviving Single.. That's what I've been doing for as long as I can remember.
In 2008, I did what all of my non-single friends said. I put myself out there. I signed up for an online dating website, hoping for the best, and expecting the worse. I went on so many unmemorable first dates, I couldn't even name every single guy...Most of them were just lunch. I met two different men who weren't right for me (and I knew this) but I was butt-hurt when things didn't work out.

Dating effected me. It effected baby boy. It wasn't fair.

In 2009 I'm pledging something to myself...for me, and for my baby. I'm not going to date. I'm over the dating scene. I'm happy with my life, really I am. In the words of a great blogging friend, I'm unapologetically embracing myself.

I'm not gonna lie...I've told this pledge to my friends, and I don't think they believe I can do it. I think I can, and I guess that's all that matters. In fact, I bet a friend of mine that I wouldn't date. The wager? $1. She doesn't think I'll stay date free from March through the end of the year. I believe otherwise.

I know what you think..when you stop looking someone will come along. I laugh at that, only because when I stop looking, I spend my nights at home alone. If I found a man while I was sitting at home by myself, that would be kind of crazy.

I'll keep ya posted!