29

29 is apparently not too old to end the night making out in a bar.

Also 29 is not too old for a 23-year-old, who knows how old you are, to want to make out with you in said bar.

I’m weirdly proud of all of this!

Batshit Cray

Seriously yesterday I was so shocked by two different things in a short window of time that it could have been April Fools.

1 – is a bittersweet thing, but ultimately a really great opportunity. Can’t talk too much about it yet, but I will. 

2 – is more annoying. No ex-boyfriend, I don’t think you should be sending me nonsense messages on facebook 4 days before your WEDDING and no I don’t want a link to see it via live stream since you are getting married in vegas. I’m sorry I was the highlight of your life, but I’ve moved on and considering you are getting married on Saturday, you should too. 

I got to meet 24 hour old Christian yesterday. I nearly cried all over his face while holding him. I’ve never been to a hospital to meet a baby before or even held a brand new baby as an adult before (I think 10 days old was the newest).

I’ve had the pleasure of supervising his Mom for the past 10 months and it was so amazing to see her with him. Plus it was cool that I was with her when her water broke. I’m excited to get to know this little man and watch him grow up!

My Weekend

This weekend was intense for MANY reasons:

  • Friday PM: Dinner and wine with a former friend to try and rebuild a friendship since she just moved to the area
  • Saturday AM: took 45 students on an overnight retreat 2 hours away with my very pregnant coworker.
  • Saturday PM: coworker’s water breaks at 9pm (thankfully her husband was staying in a hotel near by and was able to take her back home)
  • Sunday AM: Continue with student retreat including a high ropes course, head back home, get word that I’m an Auntie –  coworker had the baby (3 weeks early, but he’s perfect). 
  • Sunday PM: Go over to M’s (who I haven’t seen in weeks due to mainly my crazy schedule). He makes us a delicious Paleo dinner of Thai chicken lettuce wraps and cauliflower rice (he printed out recipes from a Paleo website – so adorable). We had a great movie, snuggle, smooch session.
  • Monday AM: get word that work has a delayed opening due to snow. 

Oh and I squeezed in a 4mi run and a 4.5mi run in this weekend.

2 weeks into Paleo and loving it, I’ve found making Paleo choices even when I’m eating out or during the retreat isn’t too hard.

Boy Crazy

Had a promising first date last night – but wasn’t feeling it

Have a 4th date with M tonight – I haven’t seen him in nearly 2 weeks, but we’ve talked everyday so I’m curious what tonight will bring

Just got a voicemail from the guy I casually dated this past fall who is overseas for 18 months saying: we haven’t communicated enough I demand an email….i miss you….Afghanistan needs a woman like you, I need a woman like you

Oy

BUSY, but working hard

Hey folks – it’s the start of spring semester here and trust me faculty/staff are always busier than students this time of year. I’ve been MIA from tumblr, but I’m still eating well and working hard.

Trainer Dan was giving my kettle bell swings and squats while using a heavy bag major props last night. I’m know I’m getting stronger and increasing how much weight I work with. Hope to come up for air soon.

PS – I have date #3 tomorrow night 😉

Growing up, I thought falling in love was just something people did to distract themselves from dying. It was like getting a tattoo; having a boyfriend or a girlfriend was a way of branding yourself and letting people know that you were valued and that you were important. There was something inside of you that made you better than the average person.

Now I know that, in many ways, I was right from the very beginning. But the kind of love I understood when I was younger is not necessarily the “correct” kind of love. That kind of love is paper-thin and it will wash away. However, every time you choose to love someone despite the bullshit, you are making it stronger, you are painting a fuller picture. By choosing to love, you are accepting the flaws and ugliness that comes along with something beautiful. You are understanding just how life works.

came across this on Thought Catalog this morning