I wanted to blog something so profound about the weekend, the snow, how much organizing I did in my home and how many movies I binge watched. Instead all that really comes to mind is how happy I am that I was forced to stay home and relax for a full day.
5:00 am (alarm clock sounds obnoxiously)
A feminine apple shaped body connected to a chipmunk faced lady turns her head towards her left shoulder to view the morning darkness. She glares out the beige curtain-dressed window. Rolling her eyes, she extends her right arm at the night table next to her bed, swinging it to end the buzzer.
Her: *soft yawn while staring at the ceiling*
Her: Babe (pause) babe *she whispers*
Him: *his back facing her* *body laying still and unbothered*
Her: *her left hand uses a soft pressure to nudge his shoulder*
Him: *deep tired mumble* yes sweetie
Her: don’t forget to wake the kids and get them dressed. My trainer is waiting to torture me *she giggles, and then slowly sits up and swings her feet to the floor*
Him: Arrrggghhhh alright *in a loud yawning voice*
Her: and don’t forget their oatmeal for breakfast. Their lunches are packed.
Him: YEP! * with sarcastic enthusiasm while stretching to rise from the bed*
Her: *walks to the lounge chair in the corner of the room while stripping of her nightie* I’m serious. No more pastries or big slices of cake for breakfast. I don’t want our kids to be obese.
Him: *grabbing her naked body from behind and hugging tightly while mumbling into her neck* I don’t see a problem with that
Her: *flattered and blushing* arggh really babe! come on we’ve discussed this before. This will make me feel better. Plus I want to look good for your sister’s wedding this summer. No more Shamu standing behind the skinny chicks in pictures. *she wiggles out of his hold and gathers the workout sweats and t-shirt from the chair to put on*
Him:*sighs while watching her walk away* Well I hope you and your aerobics teacher have a nice time pumping iron or whatever it is you do.
Her: ha ha! it’s cross-training Mr Ex -High School jock. Time has been catching up to you…and your beer belly. *she smirks while grabbing her gym bag and water bottle*
Him: *looking down in a wide legged stance* I thought you liked my hairy gut *patting his stomach in a goofy manner*
Her: see you later. Love you *she announces loudly while making a beeline for the front door of their 2 bedroom apartment*
*a hint of giggling children stirs in the background*
Him: I love you too baby *he announces back* Oh, babe I forgot to tell you…
Her: OhMyGosh babe what is it? *she pauses in her tracks, and turns to make eye contact with her husband*
Him: *he continues* I forgot to tell you Kevin is supposed to bring in cookies for the bake sale. Nothing store bought.
Her: *loud sigh* call your mom. I’m out the door right now
Him: actually mom’s knee is still bad. She can’t stand honey.
Her: I have to go babe. You’ll figure it out *opens door to leave*
Him: We can’t send Kevin to school without the cookies. We signed up for this.
Her: *closes door, drops the gym bag at her feet, kicks sneakers off, walks into kitchen, grabs supplies from fridge, pulls hair into ponytail*
Him: *saunters back into bedroom, calls over his shoulder while walking away* yea do your aerobics step mess some other time
Her: *mumbles, as a pea sized tear speeds down her cheek from her eye* this is why I still haven’t lost the weight
*What better way to ponder my life than to blog while watching Bridgett Jones’s Diary*
Anyone who knows me well knows I’m an impatient person. I don’t fear putting in work. Working towards a goal awakens my soul. At times, I get anxious and anticipate the end result of goals, or plans. When I want something, nothing stops me from honing in on it and making it mine – not even time. So, no, I do not have a resolution for 2017. I get started on all the revamping of myself as soon as I decide on something I want.
No one should wait for the year to change to announce new versions of themselves.
We miss out on accomplishing our goals because of factors that we allow to outweigh our personal needs. I’m not saying to disregard your responsibilities, but you can’t be the best version of yourself when you let people, places, & things (insert elementary school flashback to discussing nouns) stop you from desired accomplishments.
I have a long list of things I’d like to change about myself. Some can take weeks to months and others can take years. I just know that announcing it to the world can be an invite to haters wishing for the worst outcome. So, I keep quiet. Only a handful of people usually know what’s going on with me.
Things I’ve accomplished through staying quiet.
My birthday is this week.
I hate to be cliché and post mushy BS that people say on their Facebook posts, but I’m elated to see another year of life. 
Instead of bragging about my fabulous birthday outing I had with friends last weekend; I’d like to reflect on some realities I learned leading up to this birthday.
“…how deep is your love…” by the BeeGees is melodiously ringing in my head. It’s a wonderful earworm.
I’m still single. (Womp womp) Only part of me remembers what would trigger me to walk away. Lately, I’ve been listening and observing relationship breaking points. Trust is the main theme most people leave. What I do know for sure is if you are constantly uncomfortable about your relationship it is because it’s time to leave it.
Below is a list of situations I’d definitely walk away from, but still see people stay. Actually, they complain, but stay. Are these issues worthy of working things out and calming any inner anxiety?
of their life: over night stays, you’ve met their mom, you’ve gone on family vacations, you’re always together. Somehow, you’ve managed to be a ghost on their social media account. If it was up to you; you’d at least be included in that hiking pic they posted on their wall. Lover, claims it is best to keep everyone out of their private business, but you sense they want to not miss a chance with someone else. Should you trust your gut?Not being in a relationship makes it easy for me to say I’d give up and walk away. The relationship situations above are still holding people wanting love hostage. How many strikes does each scenario deserve until it’s time to give up?
Weird confession: I am highly entertained by my dreams about zombies – err uhh nightmares.
About once a month I have a random dream where I’m kicking zombie a$$. I don’t love zombies I’m freakin scared of them, but something about running from them, and whacking their heads off to stay alive brings adventurous excitement to my mind while in a slumber.
Most of my zombie dreams consist of me noticing people start to turn into zombies, then I start to run and kick undead butt, along with running to safety I’m helping other people stay alive and escape the undead population.
Side note: as I proofread what I’ve typed out I’m laughing at my own goofy a$$.
Over the summer I had 2 hilarious zombie dreams. 1st one, I was on the set of Orange is the New Black and a few of the actors and I were avoiding other actors who were turning into zombies within the set which is a real life jail/mental institution. 2nd dream I was at the mall and people were turning into zombies. 2 other girls and I joined forces to postpone our shopping spree and get out alive.
What the Eff is wrong with me?!
What I do like about these dreams – possibly nightmares- is that I’m always fighting to get out alive and end up making my way to my destination. For me it’s symbolic of me constantly fighting to live life to the fullest. For most of my life, I’ve done what I felt like: changing college majors, packing up and traveling for work, trying out for out of state sports teams, going on a solo vacation. My motto: You can’t let yourself fall into the dull day-to-day that pleases others. I find myself getting stressed out when I allow ignorant people’s words to get to me. So I have to continue to do what matters to me which is to fight for my life and to live it the way I want – or end up a lifeless zombie.
live life to the fullest
Here’s how…
1 . Every hectic morning, after walking to my car, placing my purse and briefcase in the front passenger seat and ready to drive to work … It takes 8.5 seconds for me to run back inside the house to grab my lunch, sunglasses and lip gloss then sprint to the car to drive off. – Sprinting
2. It takes 10 nonchalant selfie snaps for me to get fed up with my lack of talent and not post any of the photos. – Photography & Modeling
3. I’ve managed to be miles away every single time a delivery guy, or contractor has called to tell me they are almost at my home. Does walking up to my door after they have rang my doorbell count as on time? – Time travel
4. Yesterday, I went to PepBoys to see about the low air pressure light blinking in my car. Turns out I had a nail in my tire. The light was blinking for about 2 weeks. Since I managed to beat a tire blowout I consider myself WINNING! – Race against time
I trained my whole life to be good at these things
My big cousin Hazel (Peachy) Clark is a REAL 3x Olympian in Track & Field. She’s currently in Rio at the Olympics – not competing – but I’m so proud of her. Look her up on Instagram , Twitter, & Facebook . Tune in to her show Heart to Heart with Hazel Clark!
@Hazelclarktv Hazel Clark 3x Olympian
