South Beach Diet

I have been on the South Beach Diet for 8 days now...let's just say that I am doing it, and pretty much sticking to the things I am "allowed" to eat, but have officially decided that I hate diets. The ONLY reason I am even doing it is because my father needs to lose weight, so we are doing it as a family...darn moral support. I will say, if you stick to it, the diet works...

Heads Up!

Saturday night, I went to the Grizzlies baseball game with Ashley, Steph Tort, Amada, Gia, and Sarah Brady. We all went in the same car (minus Amada). Sarah sat next to the window, which was a mistake. Sarah likes to yell out the window at people. Saturday was no different. She began asking people, in a spanish accent "Do you know where is the West Side Jungle Club?" One guy actually stopped to answer the question, but he couldn't understand her.

After harrasing numerous people, we finally made it to the parking garage. We paid the attendant in a whole bunch of change, since none of us actually wanted to pay to park...which made the attendant laugh. After we parked, we finally got to the stadium. We purchased the cheapes tickets possible and then found some great seats on the third base line.

Before I go to any Grizzlies game, my mother reminds me and whoever I am with to watch out for fly balls. About 3 years ago, my parents were at a game with my aunt and uncle, and a foul ball came crashing down on my mom's butt as she tried to move out of the way. I always shrug her off, telling her that I always pay attention to the game, at least somewhat, and know when foul balls are hit.

I am not even sure what inning this happened in, all I remember is that it was raining. Steph Tort had my blanket and her and Ash were under an umbrella, I had my hood on, Sarah had her trench coat on, and Gia and Amada were under my other blanket (how did I not even have one of my two blankets?). Anyways, as we were all talking, laughing, making fun of the players and other people, a fly ball was hit. We all looked up, and I realized that the ball was coming right for me. We all stood up, and the ball missed me. Whew! or so I thought. The ball bounced off of the cement and back onto my head, then off my head and some guy caught it. I thought it was really funny, at first. The guy ended up giving me the ball.

As we continued to watch the game, I realized that my head was beginning to hurt. Sarah was harassing the cotton candy guy to give us some cotton candy for free, or at least at a discounted price. I ended up asking for some ice from one of the employees who had already asked me if I wanted some, but had declined. Well, instead of just bringing me a bag of ice, these two "paramedics" in leather jackets came. They were there to make sure I was ok, all the while Sarah was concerned about getting some free cotton candy. I don't think the guys took me that seriously, due to the fact that Sarah would not shut up about the cotton candy. One of the guys placed the ice on my head. I almost didn't put my hand on the ice to see if he would hold it there for me...but decided not to chance making this guy any more made or annoyed than he already was.

Well, Sarah ended up getting her cotton candy. She told Gia, who told Amada to ask this little girl that was sitting next to us if she would give me her cotton candy since I got hit in the head. I tried to give it back to the little girl, but couldn't get it to her before Sarah inhaled the cotton candy.

We left in the 8th inning since it was raining and we were cold. So, off to Coldstone we went. And yes, I did have ice cream even though i am on the South Beach Diet...I got hit in the head...I deserved it. :)

Content

Being content, in the society we live in, is hard at times as a follower of Jesus Christ.

Never a Dull Moment

I am beginning to realize that there is never a dull moment in my life. Case in point, last night.
I was having coffee with my friend Becky at Koffeeheads. Actually, she blogged about it, so instead of me re-typing what happened...this is what took place in the words of Becky Kruse.

"Tonight I had coffee with my dear friend Steph at Koffeeheads in Riverpark. We were sitting, laughing, chatting, enjoy our lattes when all of a sudden we hear "Open the door, this is Fresno PD." An officer was pounding on the bathroom door of the women's restroom, where a women had been in there over a hour. She came out of the bathroom and the officer put her hands behind her back and proceeded to escort her outside. While he was escorting her out he asked her, "Do you have the stuff on you?" And the woman replies, "What are you talking about officer? I was just using the restroom..." Apparently she either had a really bad case of diarrhea OR something else was going on in the bathroom...After all that happened, I needed to use the restroom, but for some reason I decided to just wait until I got home"

The difference between Becky and myself is that I had no problem using the bathroom after all of this happened. All the lady left was a little cocaine, and I took care of that for her...just kidding, there was nothing in there. :) Hey, when you gotta go you gotta go.

This is just one of the crazy things that I encounter, well, basically every day. What an adventure life is! :)

Trickery

On Wednesday, I went out to my cousins. The reason I was going out there, well, the reason that I was told, was to watch the twins while they sheared the alpacas. They own Sunny Acres Alpacas, a ranch that has alpacas. Well, it turns out that I was there to help pick up the fiber as it was shaved off the alpacas. Tricksters.

The first alpaca actually spit...and it spit on me. I was kinda pissed. After the first one, the rest weren't that bad.

I just didn't know what to do. I felt like I was always in the way of the man actually doing the shearing. It was such a quick process, and since the wind was blowing pretty hard, I am pretty sure that I didn't collect as much of the fiber as I should have, but o'well. I stayed out there and helped for about two hours. After that amount of time, I was d-u-n, dun.

Monday April 16th

My Monday:

Cook Breakfast (mmm...eggs)
Wash clothes/towels
Unloaded and reloaded dishwasher
Vaccum
Clean bathrooms
Clean Mirrors
Clean Kitchen
Lunch w/ Mom
Make Vegetable Quiche for breakfast the next day
Wash Car
Prepared Dinner
Went on a Walk
Cooked Dinner
Ate Dinner
Went to Brian and Gia's place to hang out
Got home around 11
Went to bed at 12

Monday was one of the busiest days I have had in a long time. I slept so well on Monday night. I got a glimpse of what it will be like when I have a family to care for...

Someday...

I watched Mike and Sue Phillips' twin boys, Blake and Joel, tonight. It is Sue's birthday, and apparently the boys were a little out of control today, and she wanted a peaceful birthday dinner, so I got them. I had actually offered yesterday, and I got a call this afternoon asking if I could still watch them...which of course I did.

I had something planned tonight, so the boys were just going to come along with me. We went to McDonalds for dinner (yeah, I know, real healthy, but come on, there is a playground for them to play in). Then we went to Starbucks to hear Luke Mundy play. The boys were good, for the most part. Once we got to Starbucks, I knew they weren't going to last long. Since I knew the way they had been behaving most of the day, I wasn't surprised at the stuff they tried to pull with me.

The thing is, with these boys, they are like my nephews. I have known them since birth and they are like family to me. Let's just say they didn't get away with a lot of crap. Don't get me wrong, we had fun. But I draw the line when there is hitting (since that is a rule at home) and when one intentionally spits vanilla bean frappachino on my sweatshirt.

All of that to say...I think that I'll make a pretty good mom someday. Not that I was super concerned, but watching the boys tonight, taking them out instead of watching them at their house (which is completely different, by the way), has given me a little more confidence that when I do have kids, I won't completely jack them up. I am just praying that I don't have twins.

My best friend...

is going to be home in 4 days! I am so excited to pick her up at the airport. She has been gone for 3 1/2 months. I have missed her so much. It just isn't the same when the only communication you have with your best friend is email and a phone call every few weeks. I appreciate her so much more now than I did before (and trust me, I appreciated her and our friendship so much before she left).

I Am Now Complete

I received my stuff that was being shipped from DC on Saturday. After letting it sit for a day, I decided that I would begin to go through it and unpack it. This morning was spent walking ALL around my house. I unpacked all four boxes...I now have piles in various locations in the house, including my room, the dining room, and the living room. I didn't realize how much stuff I had accumulated while living back there. Let's just say that I have SO many pairs of shoes that I am not quite sure where I am going to put them all.

The stuff that was in the boxes isn't stuff that I necessarily need. I mean, I own all of the stuff, I bought it with my money, but I have survived without it for 3 months.

One of the good things about having all of my stuff on this side of the country is I feel complete in some way. Maybe complete isn't the right word. It now feels that I can move on with my life. I don't have to think about how or when I am going to go back to DC to get my stuff. I can begin to look forward.

Not only do I feel like I can move on, I can watch some of my favorite movies...like Zoolander, AnchorMan, and Dumb and Dumber. :)