9.25.2011
Ooops...
I did it again! I developed feelings for someone. Or maybe not so much feelings, but the feeling that I lost control of the situation? I think that could be be it. I felt in control and when I'm in control of where things are heading I'm comfortable. The minute that the guy starts to take the reigns of the situation, I lose all comfort. I begin to second guess myself and I very much do not like that feeling.
I am a complicated one and I know this! I have to work on allowing my heart to be open. It's just when I feel like I'm opening my heart is when people walk all over it. I don't know how to play the dating game. The minute I start to really care about someone, that is it...I will end up caring for them throughout my existence. That is unless they are extremely mean to me and make me hate them. Which is a hard thing to do because I rarely hate people! I want to find the good in everyone! I want to think that we all have our moments where we aren't shining stars and we treat others poorly, but deep down we are good! That is the fool in me!
I'm beginning to think that I'm destined to remain single. Not that I would be terribly upset by this because I know that I will live a happy and successful life with or without someone. It's just that with my experiences, dating isn't working in my favor. Of course one could argue that I simply haven't met the one that is for me. This also could be true, but with what I have to choose from in my area...I'm going to say that I'll probably have to move to actually find who is right for me! I'm not ready to move.
So, now I'm feeling like I have no choice but to put the walls back up...
9.23.2011
Blum's Dirty 30...
Quite possibly the BEST long weekend vacation of my life thus far!!! The planning for a trip to celebrate the life of my very dear friend started months ago. We talked about a few places that she was thinking about venturing to and Miami kept making an appearance. So, MA and I decided we would make a fb invite for Blum's Dirty 30 to Miami. Turns out that only the three of us could make the trip and I almost had to miss out due to my car troubles. Thank you baby Jesus for making it all work out!
From the plane ride to Miami till the plane ride home it was just one crazy situation after the next. Making for great memories that I think back on and wonder, "Did that really happen!!" YES and YES. Amazing, ridiculous, belly laughing GOOD TIMES! It really was the best place to celebrate a 30th birthday. A new decade that I am positive is going to be even better than her 20's if the start of her 30's is any indication to the rest of it. A time when she really knows what she wants and doesn't have those insecurities that come with your 20's. I'm excited for her future because I just know so many amazing things are to come!!!
Back to the trip:
The hotel that was stayed in was amazing and I recommend anyone wanting to spend time in South Beach to stay at the Shore Club. You won't be sorry! The lobby was even beautiful and smelled so delish. The outside area leading to the pool made you feel like you were in the tropics and the pool itself was really nice with beds and chairs all around. You can spend your days by the pool where it is pretty much a party each day, where people who aren't staying at the hotel will come to and at night they have a club at the hotel and the outside area gets filled with people and music. You wouldn't have to leave the hotel if you didn't want to, but of course we had to explore!
The first night we met some guys who were Miami veterans and offered to take us to a club. Little did we know that they went to college with the guy who owns most of the clubs...score! We ended up getting in VIP at club Set and spent four hours dancing until our feet hurt. Rather I danced until I got serious blisters, Blum spent most of her time dancing and MA was time traveling ;) After the club I convinced most of our group to take a dip in the ocean. That night didn't end until 6 am.
The next day was A-mazing and we were pool side until close to sun down. We met some super fun people and a few guys who were also celebrating their 30th! The sun was shining, music blaring, and drinks flowing all day. I would really like to live that moment over and over again! I also wish that I could share the pics on here, but STILL haven't figured out how to. Anyways, the day really was amazing and after a few hours napping and getting ready, we had another ridiculously free and fun night! Met some awesome Brits in the outside bar of our hotel and played a few hours of Never Have I Ever! Best ice breaker ever!!! Then around 2am it was time to go to a club. Yup...you read right...2 AM! Ridiculous right? I mean, totally not my normal life, but it's Miami and the night life doesn't really get going until way late. We were living the Miami life and doing it spectacularly, if I may say so myself. This night did not end until 8:30 am.
Day 3: All day at an Irish Pub that wasn't very Irish watching college football and drinking. Had to take a break from the sun. A nice stroll on the beach to watch the sunset. Which, aside from the late night/very early morning dip in the ocean, was the only beach time we had in Miami. We had our first actual meal out that night as well at the restaurant Nobu (delish sushi...go there if you find yourself in South Beach) and then I had to call it a night around 1 am because fiby was being rude and wanted to join me on the trip! The girls had an interesting night at the club in our hotel where MA really thought she was getting free drinks from an Italian Mob king (I still get a good laugh thinking about it...sorry MA).
On our last day in paradise we didn't have to head to the airport until 4pm, so we had plenty of time to play poolside. It was a great afternoon and a perfect end to an amazing trip! At the airport we had to part ways with Blum because she was flying on a different airline. After saying our goodbyes and the long-ish line through security (where I got selected to go through the body scan...I've seen images of those before and they leave little to the imagination! Hope Mr. Airport Security man got what he wanted), MA and I had one last adventure at one of the airport restaraunts. We each got a super fruity cocktail to really end Miami right and started conversation with a random guy who plopped next to me. If you ever want to start talking to a stranger who orders a bloody Mary at 5 in the afternoon just say, "oh so you're REALLY hungover huh?". It worked like a charm. So much so that we ended our convo before he had to catch his flight back to Texas with "We're in love, let's fly to Vegas next weekend and get married!" and this was even after I laughed at him and said "well that's embarrassing" when he shared that during his first real jujitsu fight (I know there is a name for this and I can't remember it for the life of me) he got knocked out on the first punch. He even gave me a big kiss...TWICE! Because he liked my soft lips so much he had to have another. His words...not mine. AMAZINGLY random and superb send off to end my stay in Miami!
Thank you Blum for picking Miami and being 30 and fabulous!!!! Best.trip.EVER!
From the plane ride to Miami till the plane ride home it was just one crazy situation after the next. Making for great memories that I think back on and wonder, "Did that really happen!!" YES and YES. Amazing, ridiculous, belly laughing GOOD TIMES! It really was the best place to celebrate a 30th birthday. A new decade that I am positive is going to be even better than her 20's if the start of her 30's is any indication to the rest of it. A time when she really knows what she wants and doesn't have those insecurities that come with your 20's. I'm excited for her future because I just know so many amazing things are to come!!!
Back to the trip:
The hotel that was stayed in was amazing and I recommend anyone wanting to spend time in South Beach to stay at the Shore Club. You won't be sorry! The lobby was even beautiful and smelled so delish. The outside area leading to the pool made you feel like you were in the tropics and the pool itself was really nice with beds and chairs all around. You can spend your days by the pool where it is pretty much a party each day, where people who aren't staying at the hotel will come to and at night they have a club at the hotel and the outside area gets filled with people and music. You wouldn't have to leave the hotel if you didn't want to, but of course we had to explore!
The first night we met some guys who were Miami veterans and offered to take us to a club. Little did we know that they went to college with the guy who owns most of the clubs...score! We ended up getting in VIP at club Set and spent four hours dancing until our feet hurt. Rather I danced until I got serious blisters, Blum spent most of her time dancing and MA was time traveling ;) After the club I convinced most of our group to take a dip in the ocean. That night didn't end until 6 am.
The next day was A-mazing and we were pool side until close to sun down. We met some super fun people and a few guys who were also celebrating their 30th! The sun was shining, music blaring, and drinks flowing all day. I would really like to live that moment over and over again! I also wish that I could share the pics on here, but STILL haven't figured out how to. Anyways, the day really was amazing and after a few hours napping and getting ready, we had another ridiculously free and fun night! Met some awesome Brits in the outside bar of our hotel and played a few hours of Never Have I Ever! Best ice breaker ever!!! Then around 2am it was time to go to a club. Yup...you read right...2 AM! Ridiculous right? I mean, totally not my normal life, but it's Miami and the night life doesn't really get going until way late. We were living the Miami life and doing it spectacularly, if I may say so myself. This night did not end until 8:30 am.
Day 3: All day at an Irish Pub that wasn't very Irish watching college football and drinking. Had to take a break from the sun. A nice stroll on the beach to watch the sunset. Which, aside from the late night/very early morning dip in the ocean, was the only beach time we had in Miami. We had our first actual meal out that night as well at the restaurant Nobu (delish sushi...go there if you find yourself in South Beach) and then I had to call it a night around 1 am because fiby was being rude and wanted to join me on the trip! The girls had an interesting night at the club in our hotel where MA really thought she was getting free drinks from an Italian Mob king (I still get a good laugh thinking about it...sorry MA).
On our last day in paradise we didn't have to head to the airport until 4pm, so we had plenty of time to play poolside. It was a great afternoon and a perfect end to an amazing trip! At the airport we had to part ways with Blum because she was flying on a different airline. After saying our goodbyes and the long-ish line through security (where I got selected to go through the body scan...I've seen images of those before and they leave little to the imagination! Hope Mr. Airport Security man got what he wanted), MA and I had one last adventure at one of the airport restaraunts. We each got a super fruity cocktail to really end Miami right and started conversation with a random guy who plopped next to me. If you ever want to start talking to a stranger who orders a bloody Mary at 5 in the afternoon just say, "oh so you're REALLY hungover huh?". It worked like a charm. So much so that we ended our convo before he had to catch his flight back to Texas with "We're in love, let's fly to Vegas next weekend and get married!" and this was even after I laughed at him and said "well that's embarrassing" when he shared that during his first real jujitsu fight (I know there is a name for this and I can't remember it for the life of me) he got knocked out on the first punch. He even gave me a big kiss...TWICE! Because he liked my soft lips so much he had to have another. His words...not mine. AMAZINGLY random and superb send off to end my stay in Miami!
Thank you Blum for picking Miami and being 30 and fabulous!!!! Best.trip.EVER!
9.10.2011
One hell of a roller coaster ride...
The emotional kind that is! And all over bad gas. Yup, I said it, bad gas! Not the bodily kind...I know where you're minds are going! I'm talking about the kind that you fill your car up with.
Two weeks ago, I made a trip to visit a dear friend. It was one of those moral support kind of weekends and if I would have known the hell I would endure during the trip (all due to the car); I'd absolutely do it again...a thousand times over. Because that's what friends are for. To be your support during hard times. Anyways, back to the real story here.
I stayed that Sunday longer than I normally do and decided to head home around 5pm. Got in my little car and went to the gas station around the corner from her house. Filled that sucker up with regular unleaded gas and went on my merry way. Two minutes down the road and my car starts to slow down. My thought process: well, I AM driving up a hill...step on the gas. Okay, little car stepping on the gas means speed up NOT slow down. FUCK! It's gonna die. Let's make it to the next side road...come on little girl I know you can do it! I successfully made it to the side road, but barely. From that point...I tried starting her up again and she would start but immediately shut off. The engine just a shaking away and making a loud pop each time i tried. About an hour later, plenty of tears, one random man that gave me his business card so I would know he wasn't going to try any funny business (true story), and my dear friends coming to the rescue...my car was being towed away to be fixed the next day.
Only it wasn't fixed that Monday and was told to give it one more day because they didn't quite figure out what was wrong yet. Another day of missed work and that Tuesday morning they tell me they are going to tow the car to another mechanic who works on Hondas. Kevin, the very nice new mechanic told me he would try to fix it by 4 that day so I could get back home. He calls me around noon to tell me he pulled a sample of the gas and it was diesel or ethanol. Whatever it was it was BAD and tore my car up!
I made my friend drive me to the gas station so that I could try to remember the steps I took when filling up. I wanted to make sure I didn't accidentally put diesel in my car. After talking to the manager and getting a copy of the receipt that showed regular gas; the next stop was talking to the owner of the station and letting him know he would be paying for my car repair.
Well, that turned into a whole mess of its own. Ended up having to rent a car so that I wouldn't miss anymore work because Kevin wouldn't have my car ready until the next day. Spent the next few days going back and forth with the owner who went from saying he'd cover half, to all of it plus the rental, to none because he didn't feel it was his bad gas. He told me it could have been the tank of gas I filled up on or someone tampering with my car. After many phone calls, emails, and tears I got him to FINALLY agree to pay for the damages and rental car. Had it set up where my friends would pick up my car and Kevin calls me back saying, tell your friends to hold on because the car is broke AGAIN! Turns out bad gas will melt the cadilac converter and that would be $1100 to fix. Thankfully my dear friend (who is a guy and can talk car talk) came to the rescue and hooked me up with a way to fix that problem for $25! Done and done! I knew there was NO way that the owner of the gas station would pay for that repair as well and I just wanted the mess to be over with.
Spent the next weekend back with my friend and got my little car back. She is doing well and only gave me one scare on the way back home when she didn't want to start after getting gas at BP. I was ready to sell her at that point, but she's getting me around town so I'll keep her for a little while longer.
The moral of this story: don't buy bad gas! If it says it has 10% ethanol in the gas they can actually get away with it being more than that and it will tear up your car if it isn't meant to run on ethanol. And, stick to your guns about holding people accountable for doing the right thing. If your a girl, tears do work if you need to resort to that!
The cherry on top of that oh so fun week: my fridge died while I was out of town and had to throw everything away...
Two weeks ago, I made a trip to visit a dear friend. It was one of those moral support kind of weekends and if I would have known the hell I would endure during the trip (all due to the car); I'd absolutely do it again...a thousand times over. Because that's what friends are for. To be your support during hard times. Anyways, back to the real story here.
I stayed that Sunday longer than I normally do and decided to head home around 5pm. Got in my little car and went to the gas station around the corner from her house. Filled that sucker up with regular unleaded gas and went on my merry way. Two minutes down the road and my car starts to slow down. My thought process: well, I AM driving up a hill...step on the gas. Okay, little car stepping on the gas means speed up NOT slow down. FUCK! It's gonna die. Let's make it to the next side road...come on little girl I know you can do it! I successfully made it to the side road, but barely. From that point...I tried starting her up again and she would start but immediately shut off. The engine just a shaking away and making a loud pop each time i tried. About an hour later, plenty of tears, one random man that gave me his business card so I would know he wasn't going to try any funny business (true story), and my dear friends coming to the rescue...my car was being towed away to be fixed the next day.
Only it wasn't fixed that Monday and was told to give it one more day because they didn't quite figure out what was wrong yet. Another day of missed work and that Tuesday morning they tell me they are going to tow the car to another mechanic who works on Hondas. Kevin, the very nice new mechanic told me he would try to fix it by 4 that day so I could get back home. He calls me around noon to tell me he pulled a sample of the gas and it was diesel or ethanol. Whatever it was it was BAD and tore my car up!
I made my friend drive me to the gas station so that I could try to remember the steps I took when filling up. I wanted to make sure I didn't accidentally put diesel in my car. After talking to the manager and getting a copy of the receipt that showed regular gas; the next stop was talking to the owner of the station and letting him know he would be paying for my car repair.
Well, that turned into a whole mess of its own. Ended up having to rent a car so that I wouldn't miss anymore work because Kevin wouldn't have my car ready until the next day. Spent the next few days going back and forth with the owner who went from saying he'd cover half, to all of it plus the rental, to none because he didn't feel it was his bad gas. He told me it could have been the tank of gas I filled up on or someone tampering with my car. After many phone calls, emails, and tears I got him to FINALLY agree to pay for the damages and rental car. Had it set up where my friends would pick up my car and Kevin calls me back saying, tell your friends to hold on because the car is broke AGAIN! Turns out bad gas will melt the cadilac converter and that would be $1100 to fix. Thankfully my dear friend (who is a guy and can talk car talk) came to the rescue and hooked me up with a way to fix that problem for $25! Done and done! I knew there was NO way that the owner of the gas station would pay for that repair as well and I just wanted the mess to be over with.
Spent the next weekend back with my friend and got my little car back. She is doing well and only gave me one scare on the way back home when she didn't want to start after getting gas at BP. I was ready to sell her at that point, but she's getting me around town so I'll keep her for a little while longer.
The moral of this story: don't buy bad gas! If it says it has 10% ethanol in the gas they can actually get away with it being more than that and it will tear up your car if it isn't meant to run on ethanol. And, stick to your guns about holding people accountable for doing the right thing. If your a girl, tears do work if you need to resort to that!
The cherry on top of that oh so fun week: my fridge died while I was out of town and had to throw everything away...
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