I know I haven't written in a long time. My New Year's resolution is to be better about updating this blog so people know what is going in in my life....
Since I last blogged, I have had orthoscopic knee surgery to realign my kneecap and clean up all the wonderful scar tissue that has accumulated in my 29 years of life. So physical therapy has been keeping me busy and kicking my ass. I have for the past 2 months been wearing the most attractive knee brace which I have decided goes well with ALL my fashionable clothes. If I can figure out how to post pictures I will. I'm quite dumb when it comes to computers.
Surgery was October 7, 2008 and my doctor told me this was going to be a piece of cake. I'd be walking in 2-3 days and not need crutches. Oh and he told me I would NOT be in a brace. Funny how doctors will tell you what they think they want you to hear because 45 minutes of surgery later, I had a lovely lovely heavy duty brace on my leg. Not only was I in a brace, but it was locked at 3o degrees range of motion. 3 weeks later I was given a whopping 60 degrees and 2 more weeks I was allowed 90.
Now I am in the brace when I work because let's face it.....being a sales rep is not making my recovery easier. I am just so fortunate to have the flexiblity of the job that I do. I was layed out on the couch for 2 weeks and was able to answer emails and catch up on a lot of TV and movies. The boyfriend was amazing. He drove me to and from surgery, helped me with my ice schedule, got me into bed, got me in and out of the bath tub, made me food, picked up the ever so wonderful pain meds, etc. I am forever grateful to him.
so hopefully soon, I will be able to break out the heels because I seriously miss my fabulous shoes.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
90210, yeah I'm a dork
Was anyone else as excited as me for the premire of the new 90210? I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I was not allowed to watch the original show back in the day. Mom was just not approving of those adult type situations. Wow, she would definetely not have approved of what was going on in the new 90210. What 15 year old can make it into a club, have a spot in VIP, and order drinks?
Any ways, I am a dork who will watch all that trashing prime time soap operas, or I will at least give them a few episodes to get me hooked. Hell, I'll still tivo some wonderful episodes of Dawson's Creek that come on at 3:30am, gosh that was my favorite.
The bf would not even sit downstairs to watch the highly anticipated season premier. Probably better seeing as how he gets too into TV shows. By which I mean he yells at people on reality shows as to what to do and what not to do. It's kind of annoying, I don't ever get that worked up unless I am watching some Razorback football. Yes, I am a huge dork at home.
Any ways, I am a dork who will watch all that trashing prime time soap operas, or I will at least give them a few episodes to get me hooked. Hell, I'll still tivo some wonderful episodes of Dawson's Creek that come on at 3:30am, gosh that was my favorite.
The bf would not even sit downstairs to watch the highly anticipated season premier. Probably better seeing as how he gets too into TV shows. By which I mean he yells at people on reality shows as to what to do and what not to do. It's kind of annoying, I don't ever get that worked up unless I am watching some Razorback football. Yes, I am a huge dork at home.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Diet Time
Once again, I am slow in writing about my crazy mad wonderful life. However, after gorging myself on the fabulous food and drinks of Arkansas over the weekend a new diet is called for. I love my job and I love my friend, but lately I have seemed to lost all sorts of self control when it comes to my eating habbits. It is extremely hard to eat healthy when you are on the road most of the month, but I am going to give it the old try again. At least I am not in this alone, the make out guy is on board with me too. I don't have a name for him yet and that really bugs me....but that's for another blog.
On the drive home from Fayetteville, we have decided to eat in more and exercise more. The exercise is what has been so damn hard for me with this damn knee injury. However, we are going to start with just walking again and hopefully my mcl will hold up and heal up for me to run again. I am also getting out my old Weight watcher cook books and we are going to eat more vegetables. I have also reintrodued water back into my life. I hate water, but know how good it is for me. I think that I will feel so much better eating fruits and vegetables again. I mean I totally stuck to the Weight Watchers plan when I moved to the StL in 2002 and over 2 years lost 40 pounds. I just have to be disciplined and plan meals and count points again.
The new boy was good for me in a lot of ways but not in a healthy eating/living kind of way. If he had his way, we'd have pizza and beer for every meal. He is so funny, last night he came over after watching the football game with the guys to tell me he was over it and ready to make a change. He said he was tired on not feeling good....this is the partnership I need, I hope cause damn it's hard to do on your own
On the drive home from Fayetteville, we have decided to eat in more and exercise more. The exercise is what has been so damn hard for me with this damn knee injury. However, we are going to start with just walking again and hopefully my mcl will hold up and heal up for me to run again. I am also getting out my old Weight watcher cook books and we are going to eat more vegetables. I have also reintrodued water back into my life. I hate water, but know how good it is for me. I think that I will feel so much better eating fruits and vegetables again. I mean I totally stuck to the Weight Watchers plan when I moved to the StL in 2002 and over 2 years lost 40 pounds. I just have to be disciplined and plan meals and count points again.
The new boy was good for me in a lot of ways but not in a healthy eating/living kind of way. If he had his way, we'd have pizza and beer for every meal. He is so funny, last night he came over after watching the football game with the guys to tell me he was over it and ready to make a change. He said he was tired on not feeling good....this is the partnership I need, I hope cause damn it's hard to do on your own
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
a busy few month
So, yes I know it has been almost 2 months...but I have been very busy. With what you ask? Oh you know, filing a restraining order on a friend, being quite scared for the next 6 weeks that he'd send a friend to do me in, working, traveling, sister getting married, BFF getting married, meeting a FABULOUS new boy, Cardinal games, you know the usual.
Restraining order you say? Yes, I am dead serious. Its over now and I am in way too good of a mood to write about it.
My baby sister got married a week and a half ago. I wish her much love and happiness, but the best thing that came from this wedding thus far is my new man. No I didn't pick him up at the wedding. I met him at my sister's bachelorette party which I threw here in the StL. We started with dinner at Skybox, which is Nelly's new restaruant on the Landing. Mind you, I hate the landing and never go down there anymore, but it is perfect for bachelorette parties. I had gone up to the bar with one of the other girls after dinner and noticed a big group of boys drinking. We were all in black tank tops, mine said maid of honor in pink rinestones, of course. And this tall dark and handsome guy comes over and introduces hisself to me. As the other girl and I walk back to the table, I commented on how hot I thought he was. She is engaged and made some remark as to she'd even leave her fiance for the hot guy. Some of the guys brought sister a shot, but not the cute boy. About 10 minutes later another boy comes over and sits down next to me. He wants me to come do a shot because I was the maid of honor doing all the work. I was like, great the decent bald guy is hitting on me, not the hot one. So I obliged....duh, free alcohol, and hot boy and I start talking football. I must say, for a girl, I can hold my own, and even put some guys to shame. Hot boy is so impressed he asked if we could continue this conversation at a later date, like over dinner.....smooth transition. Now, I don't usually give out my number, but I thought what the hell and did. We girls left and went to the Big Bang.
I really didn't think we'd run into the Bachelor party again, but we did. And hot boy saw me and said "I never thought I'd see you again". I was like dumb ass you got my number...but oh well. Now the rest of the night is a little blur, it involved shots, beer, strip clubs, and a whole lot of making out. Yes I was THAT girl. The 2 boys dropped me and the girl off at our hotel at 5:45 am...where we proceeded to drink a beer and watch the sun come up. I did not expect to hear from hot boy ever again. But he called!
We have been dating for a month now and things between us couldn't be better....I need to come up with a name for him. My parents knew him as the make out guy for a while, but I don't think that is fitting....hmm
Restraining order you say? Yes, I am dead serious. Its over now and I am in way too good of a mood to write about it.
My baby sister got married a week and a half ago. I wish her much love and happiness, but the best thing that came from this wedding thus far is my new man. No I didn't pick him up at the wedding. I met him at my sister's bachelorette party which I threw here in the StL. We started with dinner at Skybox, which is Nelly's new restaruant on the Landing. Mind you, I hate the landing and never go down there anymore, but it is perfect for bachelorette parties. I had gone up to the bar with one of the other girls after dinner and noticed a big group of boys drinking. We were all in black tank tops, mine said maid of honor in pink rinestones, of course. And this tall dark and handsome guy comes over and introduces hisself to me. As the other girl and I walk back to the table, I commented on how hot I thought he was. She is engaged and made some remark as to she'd even leave her fiance for the hot guy. Some of the guys brought sister a shot, but not the cute boy. About 10 minutes later another boy comes over and sits down next to me. He wants me to come do a shot because I was the maid of honor doing all the work. I was like, great the decent bald guy is hitting on me, not the hot one. So I obliged....duh, free alcohol, and hot boy and I start talking football. I must say, for a girl, I can hold my own, and even put some guys to shame. Hot boy is so impressed he asked if we could continue this conversation at a later date, like over dinner.....smooth transition. Now, I don't usually give out my number, but I thought what the hell and did. We girls left and went to the Big Bang.
I really didn't think we'd run into the Bachelor party again, but we did. And hot boy saw me and said "I never thought I'd see you again". I was like dumb ass you got my number...but oh well. Now the rest of the night is a little blur, it involved shots, beer, strip clubs, and a whole lot of making out. Yes I was THAT girl. The 2 boys dropped me and the girl off at our hotel at 5:45 am...where we proceeded to drink a beer and watch the sun come up. I did not expect to hear from hot boy ever again. But he called!
We have been dating for a month now and things between us couldn't be better....I need to come up with a name for him. My parents knew him as the make out guy for a while, but I don't think that is fitting....hmm
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Day of Thanks
So I have had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders....I found out yesterday that I no longer have precancerous cells on my cervix. For the past 3 years, I have had to have biopsies done every 6 months, which are quite painful I must add. So I went in for my 6 month pap and like every other time, I waited for the phone call from my doctor. Well, since I travel alot I was calling home on a daily basis to check for the dreaded call to come through to say "schedule another colpol" that or the blessed letter telling me things are normal again. A month goes by and I got neither. I mustered up the courage and called the doctor yesterday and got the best news EVER! I actually don't have to see the female doctor for another year....a nice change from the 4 times a year that I have been doing. Apparently, the letter was returned to the office saying the address was wrong. Those that know St. Louis know that pretty much you can say St. Louis on the city as long as the zip code is correct...funny how the joyous letter was not able to be delivered, yet the bills seem to have no problem.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Jimmy Buffett, where every white person in St. Louis was
I am not a Parothead. I will not follow bands around to every city and soap my car. That's just not me. I think seeing the same band once a year is find and dandy. When Shizelly called me a few weeks ago and told me that our friend Smally had an extra ticket, I agreed to go. It's an experience I wanted to see to believe. It was a perfect night for a cheeseburger in paradise. However, I have never seen UMB so packed. It was wall to wall people. I do believe every white person in the StL was present. I tried my harded to not break the seal, but eventfully Smally, madre de Smally, and I had to use the bathroom. To our dismay, the lines were gianormous. So having to go so badly, I followed the Smally clan into the men's bathroom, made my way to the stall, hoovered, and got out as fast as possible. I think we suprised quite a few when the door opened and it was a female looking back at them. Beer lines were equally bad and my dumb ass left my id back at our blanket. UMB has a 2 beer maximum per person....stupid rule really, so we coned some guy to buy the two for me. The pot was a smoking and it was a mellow night, at the concert. I'm with Shizelly, I want to buy a boat.
Bad Decisions
I made some very bad decisions last week. For starters, I was home all week, and when I say home, I mean not on the road. Because between you and me, I didn't spend much time at my house. I slept in my bed Sunday night and did not sleep in it again until Friday night. And I didn't sleep in the same place twice. Monday night I went over to the IL side and watched a movie with NiT, who from now on is getting a name change to Teeth, due to the fact that he has the biggest smile and grill ever. We watched some movie, Walk Hard, I think I am inheriting my BFFs syndrome of not being able to stay awake in movies and I don't really remember it. I had not planned on staying, thank goodness I keep a toothbrush in my truck for such occasion. Teeth has a cat, I hate cats. Cats make my eyes swell shut, so I may not be going back over to Teeth's unless massive benadryl is involved
This brings me to Tuesday night....my partner in crime and I went for dinner and drinks. Well, I was trying to detox my liver this week, so I only had 3 beers all night. We had an amazing dinner outside at JBucks and then headed over for some drinks at Napoli. My partner in crime had a rough night and asked me to stay over. Slumber party!
Wednesday night was a doozy.....it was Teeth's birthday, so being the nice person that I am, I took him to dinner on the IL side. But on my way back across the river, I was sidetracked to yet another boy's house. There is way more to this boy's story but for the purpose of my bad decisions I will go into it at a later date, if need be. I slept at said boys house.
This is leading me up to the ultimate bad decision. Thursday was Jimmy Buffett day! We came, we saw, we drank. As we were making our way into the concert, I looked back at Shizelly cause she was walking slower than me. I swore I saw someone I knew. If you know me, you know I think I see someone I know all the time, so this wasn't out of the ordinary. However, waiting in line to get in, as I prayed the concert nazis didn't find that Bud Light I hid in my outer purse pocket, I looked back again. This time said boy waved. I don't really know said boy well, but he is friends with none other than Mr. Roddick. I go in and about 3 minutes later my phone buzzes. I have a text from none other than Mr. Roddick himself asking what I am doing. I figured his friend texted him that he saw me. So I texted back and said at buffett, think I saw your friend, what are you doing? Low and behold Mr. Roddick was at the concert with the friend. He was like my friends kept saying they saw you. Wow, he has a working phone that isn't up his ass. I made Shizelly promise me to not let me make out with him. First off, Mr. Roddick had on a day glow neon green Tshirt. Yes we are at Buffett, but that is always a fashion don't. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the check and asked if I was mad at him....I played the whole cool, calm, and collected girl....why would I be mad??? Apparently he's been busy traveling. Funny, I travel too, and I always have my phone on the road with me....funny how that works. Turns out they were parked close to us and in the mad chaos to get out of the parking lot we talked again. He wanted me to come hang out after I got back to my car. Dumb me agreed to this...I think the day glow green hypnotized me. Of course half of his friends were passed out when I got to his house, and we went to bed. I'll leave the graphic events out, but use your imagination....I woke up to a naked Mr. Roddick and a huge hicky on my shoulder....not neck, shoulder. Me and bud light aren't on speaking terms. So I did the only thing I could think of, I said maybe I'll see you around and left. Bad decisions, bad me. And to top it off, I left my new navy hoodie on his clothes infested floor.
This brings me to Tuesday night....my partner in crime and I went for dinner and drinks. Well, I was trying to detox my liver this week, so I only had 3 beers all night. We had an amazing dinner outside at JBucks and then headed over for some drinks at Napoli. My partner in crime had a rough night and asked me to stay over. Slumber party!
Wednesday night was a doozy.....it was Teeth's birthday, so being the nice person that I am, I took him to dinner on the IL side. But on my way back across the river, I was sidetracked to yet another boy's house. There is way more to this boy's story but for the purpose of my bad decisions I will go into it at a later date, if need be. I slept at said boys house.
This is leading me up to the ultimate bad decision. Thursday was Jimmy Buffett day! We came, we saw, we drank. As we were making our way into the concert, I looked back at Shizelly cause she was walking slower than me. I swore I saw someone I knew. If you know me, you know I think I see someone I know all the time, so this wasn't out of the ordinary. However, waiting in line to get in, as I prayed the concert nazis didn't find that Bud Light I hid in my outer purse pocket, I looked back again. This time said boy waved. I don't really know said boy well, but he is friends with none other than Mr. Roddick. I go in and about 3 minutes later my phone buzzes. I have a text from none other than Mr. Roddick himself asking what I am doing. I figured his friend texted him that he saw me. So I texted back and said at buffett, think I saw your friend, what are you doing? Low and behold Mr. Roddick was at the concert with the friend. He was like my friends kept saying they saw you. Wow, he has a working phone that isn't up his ass. I made Shizelly promise me to not let me make out with him. First off, Mr. Roddick had on a day glow neon green Tshirt. Yes we are at Buffett, but that is always a fashion don't. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the check and asked if I was mad at him....I played the whole cool, calm, and collected girl....why would I be mad??? Apparently he's been busy traveling. Funny, I travel too, and I always have my phone on the road with me....funny how that works. Turns out they were parked close to us and in the mad chaos to get out of the parking lot we talked again. He wanted me to come hang out after I got back to my car. Dumb me agreed to this...I think the day glow green hypnotized me. Of course half of his friends were passed out when I got to his house, and we went to bed. I'll leave the graphic events out, but use your imagination....I woke up to a naked Mr. Roddick and a huge hicky on my shoulder....not neck, shoulder. Me and bud light aren't on speaking terms. So I did the only thing I could think of, I said maybe I'll see you around and left. Bad decisions, bad me. And to top it off, I left my new navy hoodie on his clothes infested floor.
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