One Step Closer

Have you guys heard of living social? It's like a groupon knock-off and every day they have a new discounted deal for something in your town. Since I kinda sorta work for a company that is competing with these sites, I usually get the emails just to steal their clients and have them advertise on our program.

This morning when I was checking my email, living social had an awesome deal for bootcamp classes. Hellloooo 2011 bucket list goal. The cool thing about this bootcamp? It is indoors and I can go after work (most of them are in a park at the butt crack of dawn). And I got a 1 month unlimited membership for only $20 (original retail value $139).

Now I just need to figure out when I am going to use it. I've got the talking part down...I'll keep you updated on the actual working out part :-)

I'm America's Next Top Chef

Okay, not really.

But I did make yummy popcorn balls which is one step closer to one of my 2011 bucket list goals (learn to cook).

In this process I learned 2 things:

1) I'm really impatient when it comes to stirring. You have to sit there until your arms want to fall off just so the carmel can get to a certain temperature. Good thing I had an awesome co-stirer (thanks mom!)

2) I'm a horrible food photographer. I promise they taste way better than they look :-)

Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.2

The Cliche New Years Post

Well friends, another year is over. All I can say is 2010 was one hell of a ride.

I graduated college. I got my heartbroken (again). I got fired from a job. I got a new job. I made some awesome new friends. I've had crazy adventures. I've grown professionally. I've become more independent. I've gone from a scared little college student to an adult who is grabbing the real world by the balls.

While my friends are out partying and ringing in the New Year, I'm stuck in bed sick. But that's not going to stop me from making 2011 the best year yet, after all every night is a New Years party when you live in Vegas :-)

And since New Year's Resolutions are dumb but bucket lists are not, I've added a new tab to my blog of things I am going to accomplish in 2011. Can't wait to see what's in store for all of us!

xoxo

Not Your Average Christmas

2 years ago my family decided we were done with the typical Christmas. Instead of spending a ton of money on gifts we don't really ever use or want, we don't get each other anything (there are a few exceptions here and there but it's nothing like it used to be).

Instead, we spend Christmas morning feeding the homeless with a local non-profit organization in our community. This is my second year doing this on Christmas morning and each year it gets more rewarding.

With over 574 homeless people and 350 volunteers I had some of the most heartwarming experiences. I watched people laugh together, cry together, sing and tell stories. One of the volunteers noticed a homeless woman without any shoes so she took her own shoes (right off her feet) and put them on the homeless woman. She spent the rest of the day in her socks with a huge smile on her face.

That's what Christmas is really all about.

The Gift

About 2 months ago I stopped seeing Texas boy. I just never got around to telling ya'll about it.

I'm just guessing from the 16 text messages (an hour), phone calls, facebook messages, etc. he didn't take me not wanting to see him anymore very well.

A few weeks later all contact stopped and let me tell you, it felt like a vacation!

Apparently he had fallen head over heels and too much too soon makes me RUN for the hills.

A few days ago he texted me and asked for my address (ummm creepy). He told me that he wanted to send me a gift. I told him that it wasn't necessary and didn't text him again.

Today I got the gift.

It was a Christmas card with a frozen yogurt gift card inside (my favorite non-dessert, dessert EVER!)

I couldn't help but sit and stare at it wondering how someone that I went on 3 dates with, decided I didn't want to see anymore, treated like crap and basically ignored send me such a sweet gift?

And how could the good "Christian" man I was going to marry (fireman), the one who I was head over heels in love with, who I wanted to be with forever, break up with me 8 months ago and never talk to me again?

So this is what depression feels like...

Dear Internet, I think I'm depressed.

I hate my job.

I have the WORST headaches every single day. which means I take pain meds every day (no good)

I'm tired ALL the time.

I have to force myself to do normal things like hang out with my friends.

I keep skipping the gym and it makes me feel fat and lazy.

I want to go to bed at 5pm.

I feel like the sun never shines anymore.

Laughing doesn't come as easy.

I'm emotional and always want to cry.

I just want the old me back.

Stress is no bueno.

I need to quit my job ASAP

Stranger things have happened

One of the hardest parts of my job is getting meetings with business owners. Everyone always acts like they are SO busy and can't spare 10 minutes to even give me the time of day. Some are really nice about it but others are just plain horrible.

One of the business owners I called today fell under the horrible category. Let's call him L. L wasn't very nice to me on the phone so I told him I would like the pleasure of meeting him in real life.

"I'll be here all day," he screamed at me with his chain smoker scruffy voice.

I got there at 2 and he was just as mean in person as he was on the phone. Except in person he looked a little more pathetic. He was dirty with stains on his shirt and missing teeth. I actually felt kind of sorry for him. After listening to him complain for 15 minutes I asked him what he did like in life because he seemed to complain about everything.

"I like knives," he replied. "Knives and Cars."

Then he proceeded to show me his knives. He took me on a tour in his knife museum (4 hallways and 2 rooms full of them).

I heard the history behind most of them and finally when I asked how many he had in his collection he told me 3,000.

I left the place at 3:30. That's 1 hour and 15 minutes of knives.

Stranger things have happened.