Sorry sorry sorry

I am just about to end my vacation and begin my move and my new job. I really want to tell you all about the amazing and humorous things that I have experienced. But I am exhausted and there just isn't enough time. To short hand it would be worse than not sharing at all. So instead I will promise to call each of you and share the highs and lows on my drive from my parents to the NO on Sunday.
Can't wait to talk to you!

Adventures of a "Real" Athlete

My Time in LA

I have to begin this entry by letting everyone know that my best friend Emily and her husband Phillip are some of the most quality people I know. This is made even better by the fact that they know more quality people. This fact has made my time with them 'freekin' awesome.

The night I arrived Em and Phil and I went back to their very cute apartment and we were quickly joined by their friends Joel and Grace (cute newlyweds) and Shane (funniest guy ever). We began by looking at wedding pictures making small talk and going out to dinner. After returning home we played poker ( a game I don't truly understand, but win with some regularity). This is when the carnage begins. We go over to the college for a game of softball. Anyone who knows me knows that sports come hard for me, since they often require some kind of running and more often than not..some semblence of hand eye coordination. But being a good sport I attempt to try and play a little. They quickly discover that i am absolutely hopeless and out of pity they make me all time pitcher.
Sounds like a good plan until my lifelong friend and confidant comes up to bat. At this time I become target for 80% of the wiffle balls she hits. Not just little taps but pounding....wiffle indent leaving marks on my arms and stomach. Now almost five days later I am still sporting my marks of love from my oldest and dearest friend. And you thought your relationships were disfunctional.

A New Day... a new injury
The next day was looking out to be much more uneventful.....Em, Phil and I hung out during the day with plans to meet up with Shane again and go to a Deliriuos? concert. The concert was wonderful and lots of fun, but it was getting cold so we decided to head to get dinner. We had some wonderful chinese and went home to make plans for our next activity. Little did I know what geeks we were headed out to be. As it would happen, Emily and Phil have both read all of the Harry Potter books....not only that but Phil was anxiously awaiting the next book in the series. Lucky us, the book was coming out Friday night at midnight and local books stores were having Harry Potter Parties to celebrate...Em and Phil were familiar with the books and characters....Shane and I were not....but off we head to the Book party. Being a planner, Emily found each of us 'magic wands" (they may or may not have been sticks out of a Pier 1 placemat)
Anyway, we have our wands and off we head. As we walk in the door we are handed our very own authentic plastic Harry Potter glasses (the best suvenier of the whole trip!!!) Which naturally we each wear for the remainder of the evening. We then continue to do every free activity that this store has to offer...we had our picture taken with Harry...decorated our picture frame and recieved stickers from the naming hat. I am griffendor...if that means something to you. Anyway the whole everning was a blast. To make the evening even more fun Shane (who had not read a single book or seen a movie) kept waving his wand at people and saying nonsense words and made-up spells. This confused the other Harry Potter fans and they kept apologizing to Shane becuase it had been a long time since they had read the last book and they couldn't remember what his spell meant.....he would then accept thier apology and make up what the "spell" meant. Once we left the book party Shane continued to put spells on people out the window of his truck while explaining with a stutter that he in fact was "Harry, Harry Potter, I'm Harry Potter." Who knew Harry Potter could be so much fun?

Next time I will tell you about my trip to Hollywood with the giant albino from Jersey and the volleyball injuries.
Later dude (people here say that all the time!)

Trauma in the Sky

As many of you may or may not know, I am on vacation. I am on an incredibly awesome vacation in which I get to see amazing people on the west coast. There are so many fun stories to share, but the most important is the high drama that happened on my flight accross the country.
My morning began normally, race to finish packing, race to the airport.....get hit on in security line by random foreign guy that can't figure out why he gets singled out for the pat down every time he flies....normal check in and flight. No big deal.
My first leg of the journey was from Atlanta to Dallas...I have to admit I was so exhausted from the night before that I fell asleep during the seat belt speach and did not wake up until the male flight attendant woke me up to let me know we were about to land. He made sure to let me know that they could barely hear my snoring over the roar of the jet engines, and that it was really the drool running down my face that amused my fellow passengers. If I had been more awake...I might have laughed.

I then had a couple hour lay over in Dallas. This was ok becuase it gave me a chance to call home and eat a very healthy lunch of two Auntie Anne's pretzels.

My flight from Dallas to LA is when the real excitement and drama ensued. The flight began normally ...no turbulance, a little jabbering from the pilot...the usual. Now to continue I hate airplane bathrooms...not just a little ....but so much that I plan my potty stops to before and after and I will sit in agony just to avoid an airplane bathroom. But before I left Dallas I had Starbucks...and then on the plane I drank an entire Coke. I thought the flight was two hours...but it turns out my time change math sucks and it was a three hour flight. I knew there was no way I could hold out until we landed...so I ventured back...past the really pretty lady that looked way to money to be flying coach...past the gruff male flight attendant....past the entire guys athletic team that took up the entire rear of the plane....just to wait to pee.
Finally, it was my turn, everything went fine, and I was finally able to head back to my seat. I open the door to discover a traffic jam and bells and whistles going off everywhere.

Just my luck to end up at the back of the plane in the bathroom when we are going down. But actually no....a man had collapsed in the aisle ten rows up from the bathroom. Fortunately there was a doctor on the flight as well as oxygen and water. But I was trapped at the back of the plane for twenty minutes with a dad and his son, a bible salesman and the athletic team guys that woke up all of their teammates to make sure they didn't miss out on an opportunity to stare at a random guy on a plane. Also...the woman that was way too money to be in coach actually ended up being the air marshall on our flight. Who knew they could wear such cute shoes. I will try and post a picture...I really want to be an air marshall if it means I get to dress like that.

That was my drama for the flight...I have gotten to do so many fun things and have met so many cool people, but that will just have to wait for next time.
Keep reading..I know you will want to hear about all of the abuse I have taken and the Harry Potter party I went to. Until later.

Getting Over my God Complex

Do you ever have one of those days that you wish that you were God? Not in the controller of the universe, maker of everything kind of way...but in the I wish I knew what tomorrow would bring kind of way.
Today is one of those days. I have an interview tonight for a job and I wish I knew what God has in store for me.
Often times there is a peace in knowing that God is in control and I can let it go and depend on Him. Today is one of those times when my controlling nature comes to the front and my powerlessness is driving me batty.

Please keep me in your prayers as I fight for control of my life. (I would put my money on God.)

My So Called Friends

Anyone who knows me knows that I have an overactive imagination. Not your average creative imagination....my imagination runs wild with all of the terrible and horrific things that could happen when I am not paying attention. This is scarier still when I think of all of the times I am not paying attention when I should be (i.e. important tests, job interviews, anytime I am driving). You get the idea.
Anyway...my imagination is always working overtime and my friends know it. This is the point where I become baffled...everyone knows I am imagining the worst and yet they continue to plague me with additional comments on all of the other things that come along with cockroaches. Not only that, but some skip the whole blog comment thing and go straight to my cell phone.
I know that it is lucky that I was awake and the cockroach did not climb all over me and my room....but I have to continue to attempt to sleep in that room. Between the insects and mass murders sleep is a rare gem, and I don't need your comments and reminders to make that sleep rarer still.

On a happy note...I have a phone interview some time this week. Please pray for me.....a job would make this whole year much cooler.

Uninvited Guest

Now, as a single girl I need to be careful about about who I invite into my bedroom. I need to be even more choosy about who I allow into my bed. Last night I was not given a choice in either decision. I was laying in bed, reading a book when I hear a rustling sound and a shadow passes in front of my reading light. I look up to see a gianormous cockroach climbing up my headboard. Naturally I do what anyone in my position might do... I screamed like a little girl while hurling myself out of bed to the opposite side of the room.

Now what?

It was almost 2 in the morning and I was the only one awake. Not to mention my cousin and her very adorable little baby girl were asleep in the room next door. So now I have two problems. I have to get rid of my unwanted visitor and be quiet about it too.
I began by taking the largest book in my room ( a two inch thick medical book...don't ask) and trying to knock my guest onto the floor to squish it.....I knock it down, it proceeds to spasm and disappear under my bed.

Now what?

I can't find the intruder, but I can't go to sleep because I know as soon as I close my eyes this behemoth cockroach will climb up my headboard again and walk across my face. So, I go back to reading...always ready with the medical book close by. So twenty minutes pass and my guest is climbing up the same spot on my headboard again. I squeal, this time much more quietly and knock the roach to the floor. He disappears from sight, and I know it will be a long night.
I read some more and see something out of the corner of my eye. The little bugger is trying to make a break for the bathroom and I am ready. I begin attacking the roach with my book, but everytime I do this it sinks into the carpet and when I lift the book this pest runs towards me making me scream again and jump back in panic. After four or five attempts at squish and run, my uninvited guest makes his fatal mistake. He runs underneath a suitcase....I step on the suitcase...flattening the intruder and insuring a good nights sleep.

....until I lay in bed thinking about the fact that his family and friends are probably on their way to claim the body and exact revenge...

will I ever sleep again?