25 Things You Might Not Know About Me

Generally speaking, I'd consider myself a pretty "normal" 27 year old girl. I like to hang out with my friends, I love shoes and I'm slightly obsessed with the Chicken Madiera from Cheesecake Factory. Just like every other 27 year old girl, right??

Some would say though, that I'm not normal. Hopefully, they mean this is a nice way, at least that's the way I'm taking it :) It got me thinking though, what are the things that make me different than your average bear. thus.. the list.

1. I don't like a lot of sauce on my pizza, hardly any in fact. I've been known to take off the cheese, scrape off all of the sauce, put the cheese back on and continue eating.
2. My favorite sandwhich is a bacon and mayo sandwhich. It sounds gross, and to most people it probably is, but I love it. I think it all started when my dad would make BLT's all the time, but I didn't like lettuce or tomatoes.
3. I like having a schedule. The unexpected makes me nervous. I say ALLL the time that I want to be spontaneous, but it's not true.
4. I crack my knuckles ALL the time.
5. I usually have a koozie in my purse at all times. In fact, if you were to go look at my purse collection, you'd see all the purses empty inside, except for a koozie.
6. I can't fall asleep unless all of the drawers on the dresser are closed with no clothing sticking out.
7. I wear my socks inside out because I think it's annoying how the seam on the end of the sock pushes against your foot with you wear it.
8. I love cemetaries. I think they are beautiful- especially Arlington National Cemetary and any of the ones in Texas where they overtake the grave sights with fake ugly flowers. It's love.
9. I hate opening presents in front of people. I feel like I neever react apropriately.
10. When I was in high school, I would rearrange the furnityre in my bedroom just about every week, and I took all of the notes my friends wrote me and put them on my walls. You couldnt see any of my wallpaper.
10. I hate body lotion. I never use it.
11. I love bridges. I'd love to get a good camera and have a wall of framed black and white photos in my house of beautiful bridges from across the country. Churches too.
12. When I was in middle school my choir sang "Killing me softly" by the Fugees and I got the Lauren Hill solo part. Yup, that's right, I'm a superstar.
13. I would eat a hot dog and an Auntie Anne's salted pretzal every day if someone would let me.. or I wouldnt get outrageously fat.

I should probably end my list on a good number (15,20,25)....butttt that would be too normal ;)

From Afghanland, with love...

As you may or may not have known (probably "may not have known" since I'm a wierdo and don't often share boy news) I landed myself my very own hot to trot marine boyfriend about 10 months ago! I know, I'm pretty shocked too. This is the "YAY" part of my story.

Unfortunately, soon after we got stars in our eyes for each other, he had to leave for Afghanistan for 7 months. This is the "Boooo" part of the story. Throughout the past 7 months, we've written letters (mine were written daily, his were written when he could) sent care packages, talked on the phone when we could and near the end we even got to have skype dates. It was nerve-racking (especially after he got blown up by an IED in January), exhausting and frustrating.. but now it's OVER!!! I leave tomorrow afternoon to drive down to Camp Lejune North Carolina to welcome my marine home!

Life is all rainbows and flowers and puppies and cupcakes right now and I LOVE IT!!

Missed me, didn't cha?

Wow. Crazy to think how time flies. It's been over a year since I've posted and I partially blame that on my father. I get my stubborn-ness from him, or at least that's what my Mom says. A couple people have asked me to continue my ranting on here, but I've always come up with a lame excuse as to why I haven't. No longer will I resist though.

Today's topic of discussion/ random thought of the day, comes from my co-workers. Most co-workers like to discuss their families, recent hollywood star gossip, or lately "the royal wedding", but MY lovely co-workers and I decided to discuss the topic of eyebrows.

Yes, eyebrows.

They are one of those things that you never really think that much about really. But why do we even have them? If we have hair all over our bodies, mainly for the purpose of keeping out germs and dirt, then why do we have wierd long hair right above our eyes? Mel (my coworker) seems to think that back in cave man days, people would grow their eyebrows out realllllly long so that they had a sort of cousin IT hair do rockin' and it would protect their eyes from the massive amounts of dirt flying around them. Who knows.

People do wierd things with their eyebrows. Back in the day, I used to pluck my eyebrows as a hobby, and as a result really only had about two hairs on each side above my eye. I looked georgous, let me tell you. (See picture, yikes!). Please don't mind the fact that I also am about 900 pounds heavier and failed in my attempt to cut my hair like Reese Witherspoon in "Sweet Home Alabama". Didn't work.

Some people pluck, some people wax, some people shave their eyebrows and tattoo on top of their eyes what they want their eyebrows to look like. There are unibrows, catepillar eyebrows, skinny eyebrows, thick eyebrows, eyebrows that dont match your hair color, I mean the list goes on and on.

The moral of the story, is this isn't one. Just random thoughts around the watercooler.

Off to go pluck my eyebrows...

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Something Smells Fishy

As I was walking home last night from work, I was anxious to get home- it had been a long day and I was ready to relax. Of course I couldn't venture down to my gym in fear of running (no pun intended, ha!) into the millions of people who's New Year's resolution was to work out more OR to run into psycho EX personal trainer toothless man. yikes. You'll be happy to know I haven't had any more episodes with him- it's as if he has disappeared. Although, now that I've said that I am SURE he will pop up again. Maybe he got a new grill for Christmas.

Back on track- so I was strolling along, trying not to get knocked over by the crazy wind that has come to town, when I smelled something grossssss. I couldn't figure out what it was, ( I think I'm happy I couldn't) but I realized that I smell a LOT of funky stuff walking home and thought I'd share. Sharing is caring after all :)

1. Leaving work, normally my favvvvorite popcorn stand guy, Mike, is still in his cart on the street corner selling his poppie corn and chatting with everyone. The fabulous aroma of his cart gets me every time. I love his popcorn and I am here to promote him. It's cheap and it's goood and I love Mike. BONUS- he hasn't ever hit on me. Now I've probably jinxed myself though.

2. On the metro- this smelly area changes daily. During the summer it can be sweaty smelling, and during the winter you tend to smell more perfumes/colognes, etc. I'll never understand why people think that drenching themselves in smelly smells makes them smell good. You simply smell like you are incompetent and can't figure out what an appropriate amount is. Dummies.

3. Walking up the Chinatown metro escalator- smoke. There's always tons of people smoking their cancer sticks up there. It's the hot spot for all kinds of crazies. There's sweaty gym guys trying to get you to pump some iron in Washington Sports Club, homeless guys selling umbrellas (they all smell different) and high school/middle school kids having break dancing competitions- I try not to get too close to them because I don't want them to challenge me to a dance off b/c I'd have to break it down. I'd rock their world with a sweet combo of MC hammer,Michael Jackson and throw in a little Britney bitch at the end for good measure. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't shelter the world from my dancing skills anymore?? hmm.

Back on Topic.

4. The bus stoppers- these people stand for the bus and I think that there must be some law that I don't know about that says that if you stand for the bus in front of Chinatown that you need to smoke grape flavored black and milds. It is the wierdest thing. But they smell- and they spit! Maybe they can't handle all the grape flavor and feel the need to spit, but I feel like I'm running through an obstacle course with camels spitting at me and I gotta be quick to dodge their wads of smelly grape saliva. Ew.

5. The food- Walking by the "Big Wong", "Wok and Roll", "Vappianos", and the wierd place on the corner that used to be a XXX video store but now says they sell sushi (I'm not sure if that's code for something else) you smell a LOT of food. Individually it kinda smells good, but mix it all together and yeah- not so much.

Oh the joys of the city :)

O' Christmas Cruise, O' Christmas Cruise

Yes- the rumors are true. The stupid blizzard of 2009 hit the DC area JUSSSSST as I was starting to pack my bag for my flight to Florida, to hop on my cruise ship and snorkel, horseback ride, and play around on the beaches of the caribbean for christmas. Eh- it's the way it goes. I choose to be a "glass half full" kinda gal and thus I have decided to list all of the reasons why I am HAPPY that I was in the DC area for the Christmas holiday.. and the Kwanzaa holiday too- I don't discriminate.

1. If I hadn't stayed in the DC area, I wouldn't have been able to see the big riot/protest going on outside of the chinatown metro today. I THOUGHT as I was walking up the escalator that they were saying "SET GAGA FREE!" and I got really upset because I thought the fabulous (and slightly off her rocker) Ms. Lady GAGA had been arrested for some proposterous crime unrightfully so.. Turns out they were chanting "SET GAZA FREE!" I guess the gaza strip? I'm not sure. I'll google it tommorrow.

2. If I hadn't stayed in the DC area, I would have missed the snowball fight up on U street. Unfortunately, I wasn't present- but boy was it all over the news. A ton of kids up here decided to have a huge snowball fight in the middle of U street- why not right? There's 2 feet of snow on the ground- not like any SMART person would be trying to drive though it right?!?! WRONNNGGG.. an off duty police officer decided to drive through the snowball fight (in his red hummer, ha!) and got pissed when he got hit by some snowballs. He proceeded to pull out his gun and start waving it around like a lunatic. After he settled a bit, all the kids started chanting " You don't bring a gun to a snowball fight!!" Ha! I love it.

3. If I hadn't stayed in the DC area, I wouldn't have gotten to expereince another reason why I love where I live. The roomie and I placed a call to our local papa johns (RIGHT across the street) and trecked out in the knee deep snow to grab a slice and a coke. I love the little reminders of why I pay so much money to live where I live. While everyone else was stuck inside, I could WALK down the street and go shopping, go to the movies.. I love DC.

4. Last but not least, I'm sure if I had left DC, my cruise ship would've turned into the sequal of the Titanic and hit a whale or something and sunk. I haven't had much good luck lately, but hopefully that'll change in the new year!!

Hasta Lluego blognogs!

GOOOO NAVY!

This past weekend was probably one of my favorite weekend of the whole year. Every year I travel (to wherever they are playing, usually in Philly) to see the Army Navy game with my best friend Katie and her family! OF COURSE, we all root for Navy to win, as they should, and they haven't let me down yet! Thought I'd throw a few pictorals up on the ole bloggie blog so you can all see us shivering our navy and gold butts off! We are well known at the 'bumble bee' crew, and from the pictures I think you'll be able to see why! We all purchase one new thing each year for the games and last year we purchased the rock star-esk rugby shirts. They are fantastic because it is easy to lose people in the sea of navy/gold and black/gold that everyone sports for their team. There was lots of great food in our club level seats( they are a must in order to not freeze to death) including nachos, 12 dollar hot dogs and sodas bigger than your head... totally not on the diet, but SO worth it. You only live once, right!!?? We ate Philly cheesesteaks at Big Ricks (oddly enough Katies dads name minus the "big" part) shopped at Macy's, went to our favorite chocolate and coffee shop (called Naked Chocolate) and had dinner at a murder mystery dinner theater where a drunken woman named Terry stole the show! ..that's a story for a whole other postie though. Can't WAIT for next year!!