TGIF

Happy Friday, hope you have a fabulous weekend planned...

Beauty is Pain

So the girls and I started a brand-spankin' new workout this week courtesy of a friend who created it for three gals who want flat tummies, Beyonce booty's and an all around 'great' body. Now before this all started it sounded like a pretty sweet deal... personalized workout, great friends to do it with and a good attitude. Well now that attitude is basically gone flying out the window!

My days consist of cringing as a walk up or down stairs, putting on my clothes and even sitting down. What joy is there to life if your legs can barely move? (Basically, I have to pick each one up and place it a few inches ahead of the other and repeat)

I'm just praying this will all be worth it in the end... whoever said beauty is pain was not joking! But now all I want is to soak in a hot bubble bath and hope my muscles stop spazzing for a measly five minutes...

Ode to Workouts

30 Squats,

25 Lunges,

15 Leg Drops,

And this is all I could mutter:

"My thighs burn with the fire of a thousand suns"... Thank you Shakespeare.

P.S.

18 DAYS TILL SPRING BREAK!

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Guest Blog: Love and Basketball

No, no I’m not talking about that mind blowing romance movie filmed in the nineties; I’m talking about relationships and sports. We all know that some couples have sports in common, there are the pairs that play co-ed rugby, the lovers that watch the Twins avidly as if missing a game would constitute as a cardinal sin, and the kinds who are often on the verge of breaking up because one is beating the other severely in fantasy football. But I come from a rare breed of girls, the kind who would rather chew their own arm off than sit through watching any type of college or pro sports, so why is it then that every time I start dating someone they end up being a sports fanatic? Is it my smell that attracts the men who can’t get enough football pads and basketball jerseys or is the universe trying to tell me I should invest more time in learning the rules of Americas most beloved sports?

It must be my smell. Now I don’t want to come off as if I am prejudice to those who love everything regarding balls of various sizes, nets, pads, point systems and overpaid athletes, its just that I don’t want to be subject to this kind of torture on our first couple of dates. That would be like me making someone sit through The Way We Were, listening to me gush over how sexy Robert Redford was back in the day and hearing me obnoxiously sing along with Barbra Streisand, “People, people who need people” over and over again because I have yet to learn anything past the chorus.

To me that is a good time, something I do on a regular basis, but if on a first date I made my lucky beau sit through that he would be more willing to look for that lost needle somewhere under a damn haystack then try and find a way to enjoy himself in my obsession.

My issue with sports and dating began about three years ago when I met a man at a bar in the cities, (and yes that would make me a very old student) conversation flowed easily and he was a true gentleman to say the least. He got my number and set up a date for coffee. The coffee date came and I found that he was an athletic trainer for a professional sports team, and because I was training as a massage therapist at the time we were able to enjoy hours of talk regarding muscle tissue and anatomy. Our next meeting was dinner at his place the main course being chicken and mashed potatoes, this was definitely the man for me. I can barely keep toast from burning let alone cook an entire meal, so I thought this relationship was off to a good start…and that’s when it happened.

Just as we sat down to enjoy this wonderful meal, the TV was turned on and flipped to the Sunday football game. I guess the best way to describe our dinner together would be that we had lively intelligent conversations during the commercials, and the rest of the time I sat wondering whether I was suppose to know the names of the players he was yelling as if he had an earpiece on and was pacing the sidelines while throwing the clipboard down like a five year old having a temper tantrum. Long story short we never made it past the second date.

Now to clarify, so that I can avoid getting hate mail from university athletes and die-hard sports fans, I am not dissing sports. As a matter of fact I would consider myself an athlete, but when dating you have to look for entertainment that would suit both parties, not just one. Sure, if I was seeing someone for a long period of time I would be willing to watch a game or two, just like if I loved someone I would be willing to take a bullet for them. I would do it, but I never said I would enjoy it. Remember there is no ‘I’ in ‘Team’.

Aging

Do you ever wonder what you’ll be like when you’re old and wrinkly?

I see myself as a completely stubborn, pink-haired (from all the dying of grays) and wrinkly (from all my years of laughing) old lady that’s still kickin’ after years and years of fabulous travels and wonderful memories… and maybe just as flexible as this hilarious woman.

Running Into Exes

Oh the drama! The bummer of going to a smaller school where everything is connected includes one teeny-tiny problem: running into that one person (or many if you get around) that you never wanted to see again. What is the proper etiquette for this? Do you do the turn and run or the be nice and try to pretend nothing ever happened?

I am usually the former of those two. But this constant déjà vu happens more often these days than ever… school, the gym, bars… aren’t there any other places to go in this town! I’m tempted to file a stalker suit but I think that might be a little extreme seeing they work in one of these places. Looks like my mother's wise advise of 'just get over it' and 'your too good for this doh head' are finally paying off, (I know, you don't get that advise from just anyone... she could rival the Dalai Lama on her expertise with advise) it's practically poetic.

Quote of the Day

"I don't know an Italian who doesn't own a ferret"

Natural Gas

Breaking wind/ farting/ tooting/ beeping/ fluffing/ natures perfume- whatever you may call it, I have always noticed that it seems to be that one thing in EVERY relationship that seems to be the awkward "are-we-at-that-level-of-comfortability-with-each-other-yet-in-our-relationship" question that you must ask yourself before you decide whether or not it is ok to pass gas.

In my opinion, I believe it is a marker of whether or not you are truly comfortable and love/like a whole heck of a lot, a person.

For me, I am lactose intolerant- so EVERY time that I eat dairy, my tummy goes kahbloooweee! My boyfriend understands this about me, and as a lactose intolerant person himself- he understands that from time to time- some things of this nature may need to take place, and he has encouraged it.

I wonder what you all think about this issue. When is the appropriate time- if there is one- to let one loose.

Picture of the Day

Here you go followers... Some eye candy for you...

Other Blogs

So... I am a follower of quite a few blogs (which I feel that it is a good thing to support our fellow bloggers out there).. However, as I get busier and busier, some of them get pushed to the wayside... I am sorry to those blogs that I can not make daily stops at...

This post is not about an apology as much as it is about my love of other blogs. There are so many cool things out there in the cyber world- images, ideas, etc. and it seems that the people that I follow have a pretty cool balance of all sorts of these things. So I would like to thank bloggers of the world unite for blogging and keeping up with it. I am sorry to our followers if we get behind (we do have lives to lead of our own and sometimes they get busy- we apologize), and we are trying to get better about this, and if there are anythings that you would like to see more or less of on our blog- please let us know! We are more than willing to take into account your suggestions (does not mean that we will listen necessarily, but we read them and take them into account at least)...

Also, as an avid blog follower- and a hugely visual person, I would like to start posting pictures that I find... So- here is the first of some to come!

Quote of the Day

In my German class, my teacher is constantly saying 'ja wohl' or 'jawohl' (not sure which one it is) after we answer a question...

Me: "What does that even mean?"

German Buddy: "I don't know... probably stupid idiots."

Well, I looked up both these expressions on Google translate today and found out the following translations:

1. Ja wohl: surely

2. Jawohl: yes; yup; yes Sir! and Aye, aye Sir!

I'm guessing the teacher's not saying Aye, aye Sir! after we answer her questions because the last time I checked, German class was not held on a battleship. I think the 'stupid idiots' sounds a bit more up her alley.

My Valentines Day... Oh Me, Oh My...

So, as you followers may know by now... I love the day of love... Ha! So, for the big day, I did nothing of any consequence... My boyfriend was out of town, so there was no pressure to get out of bed and make myself look presentable, which was SO nice (not that i normally do- if you are reading this). I slept until 1pm, which I don't think I have done since sophomore year. When i finally decided to get out of bed (nearly an hour later), my roommates family was there to greet me eagerly with smiling faces. I spoke with them for a little while and when they decided to go eat lunch, I had the apartment to myself. I do not want to be rude- but the day was to be mine and mine alone- having to entertain and put on a smiling face was tough- especially after sleeping for 12 hours (is that mean?).

Next, I put in a movie, faked some homework, and putzed around for awhile. Now, I am not one to be fussy- but after sitting in my loungewear for 5 hours and watching lame movies- trying not to dwell on the fact that I had nothing better to do with myself- I was actually getting bored with myself. I know you are all wondering- how is that possible!?!?! I know I was wondering the very same thing... So I decided to share my wonderful self with my fellow blogger and walk next door.

She had a hot date to get to- of course- so I went home after a few hours, and ordered pizza, lit some candles, and chowed down on said pizza and enjoys my night of bliss alone! It turned out to be not so terrible. Oh, and the bf ended up skype chatting me moderately romantical sorts of things (cliche-ish, but sweet none the less- and I cannot believe I just said/wrote that)... Now, I loathe the day of love, but a night of eating, movies, and candles makes it tolerable to any person- you have to admit, am I right? And sorry if you enjoy the holiday- because many of you seem to...

Happy Valentine's Day

xoxo, Your Secret Admirers

Valentine's Day is on the Way...

As of Sunday, Hallmark and floral shops will be back in business. February 14th is a day that some absolutely love (the true romantics) and others despise (the typical cynic). It really is a nice holiday... give your lover a sweet card, maybe some chocolates and a bouquet of lovely flowers... but don't you think this is something that should happen more often than one day a year and for no reason at all?

My view of Valentine's Day is that it's a ridiculous holiday for couples to go out of their way and do things they wouldn't do on any other day of the year. I think that we should be doing these things year round... something like it's Tuesday and we're going to celebrate just because I love you...

Photography: A Positive or a Negative?

You know that moment in the morning after a night out when you run to check your camera and see the pics you took the night before... well to put it simply, I've now learned not to get excited. After the last few nights out, I've found that I am not photogenic in the least bit. So much for all those Glamour Shots as a child!

Looking at pictures from our recent trip to La Crosse, I learned just how ridiculous I look in basically all situations. At a local bar, we got our groove on and it was only us in the frame. I know this because in all of the pictures the bar cleared out around us. If that doesn't tell you something I don't know what does!

But as ridiculous you look in basically every shot, those pictures are the memories of some of the greatest times and tell a whole lot to give explanation to those crazy stories you hear the next morning. Basically, keep taking pics, they make me laugh and that's the most important part... and you've got to have something to blackmail your friends with, right?

How are You Feeling?

Remember those magnets that you placed on the fridge and put the little frame on to show how you were feeling that day? They had different comic faces with happy, angry, irritated, goofy... I found this online and thought it was kind of like that. Which one are you?

I thought it was too cute to pass up and decided to share it with you.

P.S. Today is a much better day... hope yours is too! Be like the baby bottom, right... so cute.

Quote of the Day

"Keep your eyes peeled, keep your enemies closer"

-McKenzie, on an extremely long road trip back from La Crosse, Wisconsin (not sure that's how the saying goes)

Monday, Monday

I refer to this day often as the worst day of the week... this week at least. I knew it was going to bad from the start when I saw it was windy and snowing. I got my parka on and headed out into the unknown (basically, the bus stop and an unknown day ahead of me). It seemed to be going okay until I stepped off the bus and hit my head on the side mirror (for the second time)! After this I had a major headache and the day basically spiraled downward from there: sleep in an art history course, eat lunch, can't understand/sleep in German class, bus ride home (don't worry... won't make that mistake again) and now I have homework up the wazoo.

I think we all have a dislike for this terrible day of the week but I feel I have extreme animosity for it. The worst days in school history are usually on a Monday:

1. No Uniform Day- (I went to a private Catholic school for nine years) When the school finally lets you dress like a human being/regular child and your mother forgets to tell you that you don't have to wear your ugly green and blue tartan skirt that basically hits your middle calf. You show up to school humiliated because, let's face it, this was your one chance to prove you could actually dress yourself.

2. German Tests- Why do teachers seem to think it is okay to have a test on a Monday? I never remember these sorts of things.

3. The day you wear your shirt inside out and no one tells you. Finally, you take a bathroom break and realize your shirt is on either backwards or inside out.

These have all happened to me on Mondays and I for one am sick of the Monday morning mishaps.

The Lepers of German 1102

It’s not new to those who know me that I can be a chatty Kathy and sometimes, just sometimes, not the best rule follower. My hard knocks German teacher has had it out for me since day 1 when she nearly separated my Deutsch partner and I. But who would have thought that the same distaste from our teacher would have rubbed off on all the other students? With every richtig or falsch question, we can’t answer or make a comment without getting the stink-eye from a fellow Deutsch learner.

I should have known from the start of what I was getting myself into when on the first day of class, the newbie to my right preceded to tell me he was practically fluent because he spent a whole two weeks with a host family when he was fifteen. Oh pa-lease!

But today took the cake. It was like kickball German style. Who wants to be on my team? …Silence. Not even one look back. There was an abundance of members in groups 1 through 3 ranging from 6 to 8 people… and then us. Leaving us Schwesters (sisters) to stand-alone yet again.

But it’s okay, Germans have never had the best taste… considering their American icon is David Hasselhoff.

Acceptable Pants for the Male Species

So question of the day for the male followers: what is the acceptable length and/or style of pants that I should be wearing? Well men- do NOT fear, we are here to answer your question.

The answer is definitely not the pants pictured (sorry John), for these are women's pants... So something to take from this- I never thought I would have to say this- do NOT wear women's pants... Shop in the men's section of the stores only... This will help ensure that you will not make the mistake of purchasing women's items. Really, is there a flood coming? (Again, sorry John)

Next, jeans that have more bedazzlement than one of Flava Flav's many necklaces or Nelly's grillz, are definitely off limits. Most women do not enjoy your Tasmanian Devil boxer shorts, so if you could hike those pants up a bit- we'd appreciate it, thanks. Men also who wear the "Ed Hardy" pants- please don't. They are in no way attractive and please ask your girlfriend or mom to take you shopping for some new cooler ones- for the sake of all humanity.

If you ever have any questions, please feel free to ask us, as we are the experts!

Hairography

So today, the two of us were looking mighty fine... No- that is not saying it right... We were looking HOT! The way in which we described our hair was as "rats have been living in it for weeks" and "an electrocuted cat"... You wish you could have seen it, right?