Work, NOLA, and Babies...

It's been a while. Don't feel neglected... I'm here. Just not as prompt as I should be. It's been a busy couple of weeks.




I've been really busy with work. Which is great. I love what I do and I think I'm doing a good job. I miss my leisure time but things aren't so crazy that I can't breathe. It's good.



I went to New Orleans over Memorial Day for a suprised shower for our friend Jenn, who's seven months pregnant. I have a great group of girlfriends from college that I travel with and we've remained really close friends - I've actually become better friends with some of them since graduation than I was in school.

Jenn is the first of us to have a baby so we went all out for this shower. It was so much fun and so good to hear how everyone else is doing. We've got a lot of changes: whether they are selling their home, having a baby, starting a new job or program, we're at a great change. By now we know that none of it will change our friendships but it's crazy to hear about.

Aren't we a pretty group?

Jenn is the one in blue in the middle... hard to tell that she's 7 months pregnant... she looks awesome!!!

So that's what's been going on here... what about your neck of the woods?

Oh Wow

I was asking for it.

Just looking at my most recent posts. I was looking for something to happen in my life. A little bit of drama with a side of tears.

Well, I got it.

A big swift kick in the pants along with a large dose of heartbreak.



A reality check if you will.

While my pride keeps me from posting the details of my situation, just know that my heart is broken. A dream that should never have been formed has been lost. A dream world that I allowed myself to indulge in is gone for good.

It's one of those things that is for the best... it had gone on for far too long. Yet, it hurts worse than anything I've ever been through. When you open yourself to possibilities and the 'what if', you also expose yourself to the failure and heartbreak of the never going to happen.

And it sucks.

One of those days...

Do you ever have one of 'those' days? One in which you just shouldn't be allowed to subject yourself to other people? You're mean, crabby, judgemental and snippy. You assume the worst, look at the negative and the glass just isn't half empty... it's lying broken on the floor where you threw it down in a fit.

I'm having one of those days... for about 3 days straight now. It's affecting my work, my body, my eating habits, my sleep, and the way my pants fit. I need someone to come along and give me a big fat kick in the pants. What to do... what to do? I'm not certain.

Just looking for motivation. I have a good life, hell, I have a great life. I'm healthy, employed, educated and unobligated to anyone but myself. I can travel and roam as I please. I have a challenging job which means something to me. I have a great family which I enjoy and I have great friends who I call family. I have no reason to complain or mope about and yet, it's all I can do this week. I need something or someone to come along and get me moving. Any volunteers?

I love doing internet searches just to see what pops up... images, references, anything that amuses and/or inspires me. When I searched "bitch" to see if I could find an image for this post. I didn't really find a good picture but I did find a quote that both shocked and inspired me, gotta love Maya Angelou. She's a straight shooter who's seen the good, the bad and the ugly. Yet, she keeps on truckin and manages to give beauty in her words back to the world. I wish I had that talent.

“I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass.” - Maya Angelou

Looking for drama

The past couple of days have been kind of blah... nothing new, nothing exciting, nothing bad but nothing good either. Just life. I hate it when it gets that routine. Obviously I'm going to start looking for some drama. I don't currently have any so maybe it's time to go looking.

Usually I don't have to go looking for drama, usually it finds me. And it's usually not a good thing. But sometimes, you need a little spice in life. Something to distract you from the daily grind of your routine.

Here was my day yesterday:
4:45 AM - Alarm
5:15 AM - Bootcamp
6:30 AM - Shower
8:30 AM - WORK
12:30 - Lunch
2:00 - Meeting... all afternoon
6:00 PM - Dinner
7:30 - TV (The Hills and Gossip Girl)
9:30 - BED: yes, I am pathetic... I didn't even make it until the season finale of The Hills (Come on, people, it's MTV! They'll repeat it for the next 8 months!)

But if that isn't a day of a boring person, I don't know what is... There was a lot of work accomplished but really no fun.

I do have a new gay boyfriend. He's a lot of fun. And he has enough drama for the both of us. Which is why I enjoy being his friend. There's nothing more annoying/boring than a friend who seems to have it all together. I have too many of those already. I don't need any more crazy friends either. Just someone who likes to have a good time, preferably single (married people don't like to get into trouble either), and wants to go dancing. Yes, that last requirement is a little different but it's my list, so kiss it.

We've got plans to go to Atlanta this weekend for some trouble. I definitely need some and he seems to find it without any help or encouragement. Plus, going dancing at gay clubs is the best! Every one is hot and sweaty but no creepy guy is grabbing my ass.

Speaking of creepy guys... I did have some of that today. I'm wearing a wrap dress and I was waiting on my lunch at a local resturant and a guy was also waiting for his food at the bar. He started talking to me and because of my job, I don't really have the option of being short with anyone in public, especially when I'm wearing my nametag. So I was chatting with him and he was like, "that's a nice dress" and smiled to reveal his gold grill across
his front teeth. Ugh. Not the kind of trouble I'm looking for. I prefer mine have straight teeth without jewelry...

29 and Counting...

Wednesday was my birthday - kind of an uneventful day, I worked and went to dinner with friends... Mexican, my choice! A BIG Texas margarita to end the day was perfect! I turned 29.

I'm in the victory lap of my twenties as a friend says.

I feel too young to be 29. I'm sure I'll have that same realization for the next 20 years of my life. It's all about perspective. As a five year old, 29 seems ancient. You think that at 29, everyone is a mom or dad. They have mortgages and car payments. They're able to travel on their own and don't get scared at night when they're by themselves.

When you actually turn 29, you know better. I have none of the above. Well, I have traveled on my own but I still get scared when I'm in the house by myself (I have a vivid imagination!). As for the rest of it, I have a hard enough taking care of myself and my dog so let's not push it, okay?

My sister gave me a ticket to the Bon Jovi concert in Atlanta last week. WHICH WAS AMAZING!!! There is a reason why Jon Bon Jovi is still out there performing... he's hot and he can sing and he's got this great smile. He knows it too. He really shouldn't dance but that really didn't distract me too much. Here are some pictures from the concert. We had great seats and it was SO MUCH FUN.

I'm still deciding if I'm going to turn 30 next year... I'll keep you posted!

G.I. Lindsey

This morning at the unbearable hour of 5AM, I fell out of my bed and onto a football field for my first day of 'Get Fit' Boot Camp.

It's now 10 hours later and I hurt.

Hurt like hell.

Everytime I sit down, turn, stand up, walk, even think of climbing stairs, I ache. Granted it's been six weeks or so since I did anything consistently but I did not expect it to be this bad. I know this means that it's working and that I burned calories this morning but I'd like to breathe without feeling it in my core muscles. And my arms... we did an awful lot of push ups this morning. I suck at push ups. I'll do crunches all day long but please, no more push ups.

I do like to exercise.

I like the endorphins.

I like the way I sweat.

But I hate the first day back. Argh.

And the time... getting up that early is for the birds. Not for almost 29 year old females who have nice sheets and a dark room for slumber. I hate getting up, anytime, not just at 5am. That doesn't change the fact that I'm going on about 4 hours of sleep right now. I know I'll adjust. I just hope it's soon because I have a feeling it's going to be a very looooooooooooong week.

All I want to know is... Am I going to look like Demi at the end of the torture?