Nobody's Girl

As of late I have felt rather lonely. Being in Seattle has been a tremendous blessing because my nearest and dearest friends are here. It has also been a bit of a curse because my nearest and dearest are all married, engaged, or in love which leaves me feeling left out and so alone.

People often advise me to create a list of what I am looking for in a man. It is no surprise that when I sit down to write this list, these are the things that come to my musical mind....

I want a man who gives me a kiss to build a dream on.

I want a man who sees my diamonds on the inside.

I want a man who will make me banana pancakes.

I want a man who thinks I am some kind of wonderful.

I want a man that wants to hold my hand.

I want a man who swears I am a pretty woman.

I want a man who wipes away the tracks of my tears.

I want a man who says you look wonderful tonight, every night.

I want a man to share a Sunday kind of love with.

I choose to remain hopeful, you never know, he may just be a 100 tears away......

iSuck

RIP Blackberry. After a long committed relationship I had to dump the Curve and upgrade to the iPhone. It has been an uneasy transition partly because I am behind the times in a big way. To say I am not a tech savvy person is putting it mildly. I have been in my apartment for 8 months and my DVD player has yet to be hooked up. After uploading music to my first iPod I held it up to my ear and swore it didn't work, cue the head phones. My grandparents had to explain to me how to use the Wii. Fortunately the iPhone is quite user friendly. Perhaps too user friendly. People have been telling me left and right about all these apps to download. Cassie downloaded the Sex Offender app which I had to consequently hurriedly delete. I'd rather not know exactly how many sex offenders are in a 3 mile radius of where I rest my head at night, I enjoy sleeping soundly.

I must admit though I am enjoying the phone. My biggest concern at this point is damaging my new buddy. They do not make baby bjorns yet for the iPhone so it is up to me. Care for the phone includes but is not limited to not leaving it in my lap and dropping it on the ground when I get out of the car, keeping it in my back pocket and losing it in the toilet, spilling a drink on it, giving it to a baby who considers it a teething ring, etc. Oh the responsibility!!

My Guy

I often times feel like the oldest babysitter on the planet. I feel that I should be doing something else with my free time. I feel like these are not my children why am I dealing with this crap...literally. But then there are these moments. Moments that are so special, so sweet and so heart warming that not even words can describe. Thank you iPhone.

Back in the Saddle

After a few weeks of successfully sustaining positive eating habits, I have fallen off the wagon. Actually I jumped off the wagon into a tub of Zip's fries. I journeyed to Spokane last week and the temptation proved too strong for this weak fast food loving heart to resist. As much as I look forward to spending time with my little nugget nephew and darling grandparents, I also cherish moments spent with pepperoni slices from Pipeline and mini corn dogs at Zip's. This fact makes me shameful and a candidate for Oprah Winfrey Network's "Addicted to Food." Here is another fact, it was so worth it. I am home in Seattle and have turned back into a pumpkin. Spring Break 2011 commences Wednesday, so no eating anything sinful til then!

Sister Wives

For those of you who are not tuning into Sister Wives on TLC-what the hell is the matter with you? To be fair, perhaps you aren't aware of this magical reality nugget. I am happy to educate. Sister Wives follows Kody Brown, his four wives, and their collective sixteen children. That's right, just a cozy family of twenty-one. I happen to think there is something severely wrong with me because Kody is a fundamentalist Mormon polygamist, yet the most disturbing thing to me about him is his hair. Beyond that he is an absolute goon. And you can't help but question the sanity of the women who voluntarily share him with one another. It is the strangest thing though, I can't help but like them, and even root for this super sized brood. On the one hand I think this outrageous way of life is royally effed up. On the other hand this unique family seems genuinely happy and truly loving. I am one to live and let live, especially if there are cameras capturing the living for my entertainment. And who is to say I wouldn't have brother husbands if given the chance. Although, at this point I'd settle for one husband!

Step Down

Continuing our tour of embarrassment at 24 Hour Fitness Casey and I took a Zumba class. Zumba is described as a "Latin-inspired, calorie-burning dance fitness party." Me attempting to participate in Zumba can be described as a "nightmare-inspired, leg tangling dance dis-fitness disaster." I thought it would be a breeze because I bust mad moves. At Zumba I just bust. Look for me in the next dance blockbuster Step Down.

Kicked & Spun

My new boyfriend Gym & I have been seeing each other for a few weeks now, & I have to say it is getting serious. I have worked out with my trainer Stephanie twice. We have a deal where I make her laugh for an hour & she kicks my ass. Oh, I also pay her. Feeling a bit more comfortable I decided it was time to give classes a shot. My good friend Casey also joined, & is already proving to be a wonderful workout buddy. Last night we attended our first Kick Boxing class. The 90 pound instructor started by explaining that this routine involved highly intensive choreography. I peed a little in my pants, flashing back to cheer leading tryouts freshman year where I couldn't master even those infantile steps. I basically flailed about in the back hoping not to be not to be noticed or go into cardiac arrest. Due to the wall to wall mirrors I couldn't avoid how ridiculous I looked. I breathed a sigh of relief that I'm not starring in a reality show. That's a scene I'd never live down.

This morning we went to a 5:30am Spin class. Pause for reaction. Spin makes my finger nails sweat & I love it. After my second class I have conquered my fear of being the only participant to fly over the handle bars on a stationary bike.

I haven't weighed myself yet. But I am no longer frightened at the sight when I step out of the shower. That my friends, is what we call "progress."