You're So Vain

On Tuesday night while I was teaching my competitive Showgroup team, I noticed pen marks on a couple of the girls left wrist. I grabbed one of their arms and was shocked to see the word "Love" written (in cursive) on their wrist. I looked at the other one's wrist....same thing. For those of you who know me....you get why this is comical. Or not comical. What kind of screwed up role model am I? One of them said, "Yeah we told our mom's that until they let us get one...we will keep writing it on our wrist every single day." I'm surprised a "parent/teacher meeting" hasn't yet been requested.

You probably think this blog is about you.

Crash

If you know me, you will love and understand this blog. If you don't...then get off my site and go play video games.

My dad once told me a story about how he broke his nose when he was younger. He was walking along, happily, minding his own business...perfectly content. He then noticed a pretty girl walking on the opposite side of the street. He kept walking and looking. And then BAM!!!!!!!!! He crashed right into a pole. It broke his nose, and I assume his pride as well.

I immediately think of this scenario (metaphorically of course) when I think about love and relationships. Cruise control on, happiness level up, butterflies taken their rightful spot in your tummy.........and then BAM. The car crashes, your happy meter plummits, and those butterflies fly south for the winter. I would assume that the only way to keep from "breaking your nose" would be to keep one arm up, look straight ahead, and mentally prepare for that pole. Because when you don't, you'll need weeks of recovery. From now on, I'm putting on my blinders.

Late Fees

I've always tried to pride myself on being an open book. Even my Chinese placemat animal horoscope says I'm honest to a fault. I wear my emotions on my face and in my voice. You can tell everything I'm thinking in my tone. I wish more people were like this. The way people have been lately is making me wish we were all little books in a library...
That way I could open you up, see what you're all about, and then proceed to check you out if things look bright. If not, I'd reshelve you.

Do you know me?

Twenty Ten

We're only a little over a week into it, and this year has already proven to be an improvement from the last one. First of all, I don't think I've cried once all year...WOOHOO!!!

I have a weird superstitious thing going on with odd numbers. I don't like them. Things always go wrong for me on odd numbered days. 11-13-09...I think we all know this story by now. And if you don't know it...don't ask. My traumatizing heart and almost-healed foot need no reminding.

I believe I've traced the reason for my harsh feelings towards these numbers and I think it goes back to the first day of my life. I was born on 12/14/84 at exactly 4:00 p.m. This pretty much set the tone for my life. So it's no wonder that 2009 kicked my ass.

Hellllooooo 2010. 12 months of bliss.

Happy New Year!!!