One of THOSE days...

Do you ever wake up in the morning with that...that...feeling and think, "How the hell am I going to get through today??" Yep, I had one of those mornings when my alarm clock went off at 5 am and I realized something--if not many things--was going to go wrong today. So I rolled over for those precious 2-3 extra minutes I somehow manage to squeeze out of my pre-practice routine when I felt something awful in my stomache. THE BROWNIE.

Last night, after my roommates and I (and our adopted roommate, Beautiful Hair Girl, who actually doesn't live with us but might as well because she's over here so much) had a nice healthy dinner of hamburgers, grilled veggies and a little mac-and-cheese, I made the mistake of mentioning that I was craving a brownie. This was 7pm. I was half-hoping that we didn't have any brownie mix because I actually really didn't want to eat one; I just wanted one. We looked and we didn't. Phew. "I do at home!" BHG said. Nooooooo. This means that I will have to eat one, right? I mean, if brownies are made and they're just sitting there, staring you in the face, you can't be rude and ignore them. You created them so you can't refuse to aknowledge them. It's kind of like a baby. You brought this baby (batch of brownies) into the world and now you have to take care of them and make sure they make it to full adulthood (make sure the pan becomes empty). I know, I know, I'm so good at analogies! Store that one for later when you really want a brownie. It's ok, I promise.

Anywho, after they went and brought back the brownie mix, actually made the brownies, and baked them for ONE HOUR, they were done. It was 10 pm. 'Not a good idea, not a good idea,' my conscious and everyone who replied to my facebook status said. Regardless, I had one.

OHHHH MYYYY GOSSSHHHHH it was sooooo good. Ghiradelli brownies. So rich. So moist. So...so...goood. So good that I could only have one, otherwise it would have pushed my stomache over the edge. If you have never had Ghiradelli brownies, go get a box right now. One of my friends even said, "This is like the brownie of SMU!" Then someone else said, "Yeah, but girls at SMU don't eat brownies so I don't know if you can really say that..." Then I went to bed. And that's why I felt like there was concrete in my stomache this morning. Ugggh.

So I went to practice without a hitch. My roommate, Outdoors Woman, and I were in a double (we row). I never ever leave my shoes on the dock, but this morning I did. Bad idea. We row around the lake and it's fine. We come back to the dock first and lo and behold there is only one of my shoes on the dock. Really. The one time I leave my shoes on the dock (which isn't a very small dock, by the way) someone kicks it in. Why why why. So I look all around the dock, the shore, everywhere for my shoe. I wouldn't make it that big of a deal except for the fact that I have to walk barefoot on gravel to get to the boathouse and then to my car. Not comfy. Never find the shoe. Pray the prayer of St.Anthony for me because I really like that shoe.

Go home. Shower. Take a nap. You know you get up way too early when you can take an hour and a half nap before you have to get up and ready for the day. I make myself a nice egg sandwich to make myself feel better and have a positive outlook on the doomed day. This good intention actually turned out to hurt me. 5 minutes late out the door for class when I realize I conveniently parked extra far away after practice today. I must have been too concerned with my missing shoe to do myself a favor and park close. Running with my backpack full of books that I don't even need for the day (?), I manage to hit every red light, and a train, and take a wrong turn so that I have to double back and take the long way through campus to the parking garage. Along the way, there are way more pedestrian cross-walks than I remember and I actually contemplate hitting a few sorority girls. But I don't. I would just end up being that much later to class anyway. I park and run to class and make it on time! Yay!!!! And then I fail the quiz for the chapter I read and actually studied for. Really.

I made my lunch today and am looking forward to my break between classes to regroup when I realize I have cereal for lunch because I'm too lazy/don't care enough/would rather spend my money on clothes to go to the grocery store to buy myself real food to eat. So far I'm truly lacking in taking care of myself and I've been on my own for a week. Laundry is over-due. I have no food. And homework is, well, not done. This blog, however, is incredibly helpful in the practice of procrastination. :)

Then, when all I wanted to do at the end of the day was relax, I had to go to an Oceanography lab where I learn all about the contours of the ocean and other things that I am DEFINITELY going to use and refer back to as a Business Major when I'm older. Like tonight, when we learned about fathoms. I'm pretty sure the only other time I'm going to use that word (other than in this semester-long course) is when my daughter hears the "Fathoms Below" song from the Little Mermaid and asks what a fathom is. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure I'd survive without knowing it.


Now to make myself feel better I'm going to have a brownie. Don't judge.

My mother

Ahh mothers...(that should be read more like a wistful sign than a scream followed by "WHEN do I turn 18 again?!")

But really, my blog, like me, got its start from my dear mom who I love so very much-- and buys me very nice things :)-- but that's not why I love her....really. She enjoys doing that on her own....really. Anyway, I like to talk about things going on in my head and we were driving back from one of our 2-3 hour-long evening walks when I was talking about how the speed limit could be used as a metaphor for something else that sucks (weight) when she said, "You should start a blog." Now I didn't know if this was a compliment (because she thinks I have interesting things to say) or an insult (because she thinks I need another outlet for my thinking besides her). This was at the beginning of the summer and I was a little skeptical. Why would I put myself out there? Would people read it? Would I be embarrassed? Ohh who am I kidding, I embarrass myself all the time and surprisingly don't mind. I look at it as entertaining myself. Plus, whoever is around gets a little free entertainment. So it's kind of like I'm making the world a better place one mistake at a time. And I've got a lot of them, trust me.

So she kept asking me if I was going to start one and I was delaying because I didn't really know where to begin. She suggested I call her friend who has a pretty successful blog: thestilettomom.com. I'm not sure if she posts her real name so I'm not going to either. Anyway, she told me all these technological terms that don't make any sense at all. "Basically, go to blogger.com and you'll be fine." Ok, I can do that; I can go to a website. So I checked out, made a blog with a really really long name and one post. Went back a week later and forgot my blog name and password. This was mid-summer.

To get me going, my mom got me some blogging books from the library (which I half-read, soooo yeah you could say I was really on top of it). Finally, after the summer ended and I had many embarrassing/funny/unfortunate/great things happen to me, the idea started to creep back in. Then today I woke up and said, "You know, I'm going to start today!" My roommate said, "I don't care about your cycle." After having a very busy week in which I started school AND 6am practices accompanied by going out every night (this combo results in a few hours of sleep before a Division 1 practice and is not recommended to ANYONE, breastfeeding or otherwise), I started to accumulate some interesting stories. One involving German male-models, one involving my other roommate calling me a slutty 70's mom "but in a good way!" and one involving a trip to the Choctaw Indian Reservation Resort Casino at midnight.

Have no fear, dear readers. If you aren't able to exactly partake in my many adventures, mistakes, and foot-in-mouth moments, you will be able to have a little chuckle as you unwind from your dreadful job you have to keep because the economy sucks while you play whatever newest and most pointless game Facebook has come up with where you work so hard to make money that really means nothing and still does nothing for you in the real world (where again, the economy sucks, in case you forgot). It's astonishing the amount of time people spend playing those games. They might as well get a real job and make real money that they could actually use to buy real food instead of growing 2D carrots in the garden that they have to "pay" other people to harvest. (Yes, Dad, I know you play that game).

Hmm...ok so this post has been really random and obnoxiously long. For those of you that stuck with me and suffered through to the end, congratulations! You get nothing. Maybe I will get better at this. Probably not. But until then, I will continue to vent and share my ideas for those who are willing to read. I guess this post is kind of like what goes on in my head all the time: different thoughts that turn into different things and when I finally get to the end, nothing makes sense anymore. Yay life.