Musings of a Girl

Really?

2011-01-12T07:45:00.000-08:00

Alex stood up and raised a glass, “I just want to take a moment and wish the Birthday Girl a happy Birthday. Lucy, you are an amazing, talented, sweet, and kind friend, not only to me, but to the love of my life. I hope this year will bring you many good fortunes and success. To Lucy!”

Everyone raises a glass and cheers. I’m pretty sure I blush. I get ready to stand up and say thanks when Alex turns to Sophie and starts up again. “Sophie, I wanted to wait and do this in private, but I can’t wait any longer. I have to ask you now before my heart explodes, You are my best friend and I can’t imagine my life without you. I love all the mushy notes you sneak into my book bag. They make my heart swell with the love I have for you. I want to have you and your mushy notes for the rest of my life. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” He gets down on one knee and holds out a beautiful diamond ring to her.

There is a hush in the room as we all wait for Sophie’s answer. She has tears running down her face and she nervously looks around before she nods her head yes. Alex reaches out to wipe the tears from her check and she falls into his arms. He kisses the top of her head and everyone breaks out into applause.

Uh, wait a minute. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this my special day? Shouldn’t I be in the spot light? People should be applauding me! I’m the woman of the hour, dang it!

I run from the room before my own tears rush down my face. Joni tries to stop me but I mumble that I have to go to the restroom and break free. I open the door to the back room and make my way towards the restroom, head down, eyes blurred with unshed tears and smack right into a solid hard chest. “Sorry.”

“Are you ok?”

That voice, it sounds oddly familiar. I look up into gorgeous green eyes. Coffee Shop guy! I wipe the tears away that escaped my eyes and try to look happy. “Hi. Yeah I’m fine, thanks. Are you?”

“Yeah, just trying to find my brother, he said he would be here but I’ve looked all over and can’t find him.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Keep talking Lucy! Don’t let him leave just yet.

“You apologize a lot.” He smiles and starts to turn to leave when he says “Take care.”

“Wait! Ummm, it’s my birthday. We have a party going on back here, would you like to join?” Holly cow! I just invited a complete, albeit handsome, stranger to my party!

“Thanks, but I really need to find my brother, Happy Birthday.” He smiles that beautiful smile and walks away.

“Yeah thanks.” I mumble to his back. Happy Birthday to me, Alex and Sophie steal my thunder and Mr. Stud Muffin walks away, just what I always wanted.

Me forgetful? Ok maybe

2010-12-14T11:59:00.000-08:00

Meow! Meow! Meow! “Poe! Shut your trap! I’ll feed you in a short minute, I promise.” Oh mornings are the worst. I don’t even need an alarm anymore thanks to little Poe. His tummy is always waking us up before seven. At least I will never be late for work again. My boss is very grateful for that. Before Poe, I would drag myself into work five minutes late. My boss knew I wasn’t a morning person but she was never happy about my chronic lateness. Now that she knows Poe is the one that gets me to work on time, she is always sending me home with little gifts for the punk.

Sophie is already gone. She has left a pot of coffee on for me and a little note that says,

Lucy,
I made you some coffee. Hope your day is filled with surprises! Happy Birthday! Now do me a favor and open your gift!

Call me,
Soph

What is today? I look at the little calendar on our fridge. Wow, you know you are getting old when you forget your own birthday! I look around searching for the gift Sophie is talking about. I don’t see it in the kitchen so I take my coffee and head to my room to start getting ready for work. That’s when I see it. Sophie placed my gift on top of my dresser. I rip open the package and pull out the clutch hand bag I have been salivating over for weeks. I run to find my phone and give her a call.

“Hello.”
“Sophie! First let me thank you for reminding your very forgetful roommate that it was her birthday. I totally forgot!”

Sophie giggles at that.

“And, the bag is gorgeous! Thank you soooooo much! You are the best!”

She breaks into laughter here. “Luce, I can’t believe you forgot your own birthday! And you are welcome. You better get ready for work before your boss thinks you got rid of Poe.”

“Right. I’ll see you tonight. We should probably go out to dinner to celebrate.”

a short blurb from the novel

2010-12-02T14:49:00.000-08:00

I run up the four flights of stairs to my apartment, this is the only exercise I fit in today, at the door I see a note. I pluck it off the door and take it inside with me. I open it and see this

Lucy,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
But nothing compares to the beauty of you.
My ears are burning,
My hands shake,
But that won’t stop me from asking you for a date.
-Finn

I don’t know if that’s creepy or cute.

Sneak Peak of the Novel

2010-11-23T07:55:00.000-08:00

I sneak up behind Sophie and Alex intending to scare them when I hear Sophie say my name. I stop in mid sneak and listen.
“Lucy is such a sweet girl and I love her to death, but I hope that Simon won’t take her shyness the wrong way.”
Alex chips in with,
“I’m sure Simon will bring out Lucy’s fun side. It’s there and we know that, it just takes a while for her to warm up to new people.”
Hmmm, I’m not that shy am I? I just invited Mona to church with me. Of course, that is the first time I have said more than “Mocha please.” to her in three years. I walk around the couch and plop down in the chair opposite Sophie and Alex trying to act casual and confident but spilling my coffee down the front of my shirt instead. Sophie hands me a napkin and tells me that Simon is on his way. “GREAT! I CAN’T WAIT! I HOPE HE IS READY AS I AM TO MEET HIM!” Why am I yelling? Just because I'm loud doesn’t make me confident. I lift my cup to take a drink and end up missing my mouth when I get distracted and notice the door open. I turn and see an extremely attractive guy walk in. Tall, nice build, green eyes, glasses, dark brown hair, and a smile that will make your heart melt. Simon. Wait, why is he walking to a different table? Where is he going? I look to Sophie and start to ask her why Simon wasn’t coming over when I see a short stocky guy smiling with his hand extended toward me. I stand up to say hello and the guy only comes to my chin. Who is this guy? I want the other one. Sophie interrupts my thoughts and tells me that this is Simon. What?
“I’m sorry. What? I think I misunderstood you Sophie”
I smile trying not to sound too rude. The little guy looks up and says,
“Hi Lucy, I’m Simon. It’s so great to meet you!”
“Oh. Hello Simon.”
I smile and sit back down. His neck has to be cramping from having to look up so much. I glance over to my left and see the cute guy out of the corner of my eye. He is reading. I can’t tell what book it is, but I bet it’s a classic. He looks like that kind of guy, smart and sophisticated but still has a great sense of humor. I sigh. Sophie kicks my ankle and wrinkles her brow. She jerks her head to the guy’s conversation and mouths to me “What is wrong with you?” What’s wrong with me? What is wrong with her? And she really shouldn’t make that face so much. She has such a cute face but when she does that she looks like a cartoon. Sorry Lord. I’ll stop being rude. I turn to listen to the conversation taking place in front of me and stare into space. They talk about the latest football game that was on. I don’t really understand the game to begin with so I’m lost even before they start. I nod my head occasionally pretending that I know what they are talking about.....

FYI

2010-11-02T12:02:00.000-07:00

I would like to inform you that I will not be posting any stories this month. It is National Novel Writing Month and I have joined in with the masses to try and write a novel in a month. So all my creative juices will be going into this project. I may post bits and pieces to give you a taste of what I'm working on, unless it turns out to be complete poo, in that case, you will not being seeing a thing. Wish me luck!

- Cori

The Great Pumpkin Adventure

2010-10-12T11:24:00.000-07:00

The BF and I went to the pumpkin patch today. It was the perfect day for it too; sunny, crisp, fresh air, you just can’t ask for anything more! When we walked into the gate we were greeted by a dancing pumpkin, which was odd but funny, he danced us to the hay ride that took us out to the pumpkin patch where we could pick out our own little pumpkin to take home. The hay ride out there was great for me, for the BF, not so much. His allergies were flaring up pretty bad and he couldn’t stop sneezing and he started coughing like a maniac for the entire ride out there. We started to get some dirty looks from some of the moms and some even covered their child’s faces so they couldn’t breathe in germs. Thank goodness I carry everything in my bag, I hand him an allergy pill, bottled water, a face mask, and latex gloves to put on to make the mommies happy. He looks at me like I’m crazy and I tell him to put it on so that the others won’t catch his Bird Flu. He puts them on like a champ, and starts chirping every once in awhile. The mothers are horrified.

We jump off the wagon and search for our pumpkins. Don’t worry; I let the BF take the ridiculous gear off once the kiddos ran in the opposite direction. We are walking along enjoying the smell of pumpkin pies baking in the air and feeling the breeze in our hair. I follow the BF up a row of pumpkins and I feel my foot suddenly sink. I reach out for his hand but miss and fall over as I lose my balance in the sinkhole. He turns around just as I lift my head out of the mud. He rushes over to me and starts to laugh as he asks what happened. I point behind me and my foot is up to my calf in mud. He helps me up and wipes my face clean, but I tell him it’s not fair that I’m a mess and he isn’t. Bless his heart, he nods his understanding and jumps into the mud pit splashing mud all over him. He stands up, takes my hand, and walks towards a big pumpkin. My heart swells and I reach up to give him a muddy kiss.

...... more to come soon

Craft Time Part Deux

2010-09-14T08:55:00.000-07:00

Crocheting is a lot harder than it looks, especially when you have two cats in the house! Any time I would bring the yarn out the cats would pounce on it and start batting at it and in the process they would unravel the entire thing. I finally had to go out and buy another ball of yarn since they claimed this one as theirs. Once I got them occupied with their yarn, I pulled out my own new purple yarn, a bright green crocheting needle, and a pattern for a simple scarf..

It took me ten minutes to figure out how to get the stupid yarn on the needle without knotting it on there. Who knew a slip knot was so hard to master. By the time I got the first chain started I was working up a sweat and needed a glass of water. I stood up and promptly fell over. My cats had wrapped their yarn around my ankles booby trapping me! They usually fight with each other and I wasn’t expecting them to team up and work together to trap me. This unexpected camaraderie between them must have risen after the vet told me to cut back on their food causing the cats to become beggars. Now that they have me trapped I fear they will start torture until I give them the food they want. I shout “OK!” and untangle myself and get their treats. Now that they have full bellies I feel safe enough to go back to my scarf.

I have been working on the scarf for over an hour and have only got an inch done in length. At the rate I’m going this scarf will be done in time for Christmas 2012. How did my grandmas do this? They have stiff arthritic hands while mine are loose and nimble! Maybe that is the key to good and fast crocheting, to have well aged hands….

It's Craft Time!

2010-08-24T13:23:00.000-07:00

For the past year and a half I have been trying my hand at “crafty projects”. They usually end up looking like a little kid did them for art class, but one of these days I’m going to nail it and become rich! I can feel it in my bones.

So far, I have found that items requiring a hot glue gun are out of the question, basically doctors’ orders. I don’t know how many burns I have endured, but I have lost the feeling in the tips of a few of my fingers and I have managed to glue my shirt to more than a few items I’ve worked on. I’m now running out of shirts to wear and I can hardly feel anything anymore. The doctor has told me that once my skin repairs itself I’ll be able to have most of the feeling back, but to ensure this I need to lay off the hot glue gun.

I have also nixed projects that require a needle and thread. I tend to faint at the site of blood and when you are a newbie at sewing you tend to get a few pricks. It may not have helped that I still couldn’t feel when I tried this, but it did not go well when I was hand sewing a miniature felt lamb. I pricked my finger, drew blood, fainted, woke up, saw the bloody lamb, and fainted again. Needless to say it looked like I had created a slaughtered lamb and no one wants to buy one of those.

This next one, I’m really sad I have to give up. I was really excited when I bought all the supplies, but sadly I have to forego painting as well. You see, I set up my canvas in front of a window to look out at the skyline so I could have inspiration you know? Then I turned on some great music and let that flow threw me so it could translate into a master piece. Instead I ended up with a big mess and two very brightly colored cats. I don’t know how I did it, but I ended up with more paint on the floor, walls, cats, and myself than I did the actual canvas. It looked like Pollock had come to my place to teach me and used my place as his canvas and left mine for me to use at a later date.

What is next you ask? Crocheting. I know what you are thinking, and you are wrong, it’s not just for old ladies. A lot of you wear crocheted items during the winter and if I turn out to be great at this, you may be buying some of my items! So don’t laugh at this idea, or I’ll laugh at you when you ask me for a scarf. I have a feeling that this particular project may go very well. Both of my grandmothers crocheted and they taught me how to start the first chain, which is basically all you need to know when you start whatever it is you are making. The only thing that is worrying me is the fact that I haven't picked up a crochet needle and yarn in over eighteen years. But I’m sure it’s just like riding a bike, it'll come back to me! Since both of my grandmothers are very protective with their crocheting utensils I have to go out and purchase my own. I’ll have to report back to you on how smashing this project goes next week! Stay tuned.

The Training begins....

2010-08-20T13:38:00.000-07:00

This week I dreadingly start the second half of my experiment. I have found a few different races that I can participate in and have decided to go with a bike race. I already ride a bike so it can’t be that hard. The one I found is a 51 mile bike ride that goes through parts of town and into the country side. I found a trainer online that states he can whip me into shape in no time. I thought this sounded great as the race is in a week!

days of training – gym work *gasp*

Day 1 – Today my trainer called and said he couldn’t meet me, but gave me a list of exercises he wanted me to do. I didn’t know what half of them were so I threw the list in the trash and told him I’m not paying for the session.

Day 2- Today I finally met my trainer. He showed up in spandex and sweat bands on his wrist and brow. I laughed uncontrollably, doubled over in laughter for a good few minutes. While he was standing in front of me. When I looked up again he was gone.

Day 3 – Today I thought I should take this training time seriously and went to the gym. I thought that a warm up on the treadmills would be good but they were all full. I heard some loud thumping music and walked towards the noise. A Zumba class had just started so I joined in. I have never felt so white and un-rhythmic in my life. It was a lot of fun but I feel that I have disgraced hip hop dance far too much to go back.

Day 4- Today I took a bike ride to my friends’ house. She lives few miles away so I thought it would be a good practice route for me. I had to stop 3 times and plead to her to come pick me up. She is a mean hearted soul and told me no. When I finally got there, she treated me to a glass of wine and extra cheesy pizza. She is in my good graces again.

Day 5- Today I signed up for a spin class down the street from my place. I ran there to warm up. The class was brutal. I thought my veins were going to pop out of my legs; they were pumping so much blood through my body. After the class was over I had to wait an hour until my legs could hold up the weight of my body to make the walk back home.

Day 6- Today the BF surprised me and took me to a new bike trail. After a few miles we stopped in a meadow were he had set up a picnic lunch. Then we biked back and got ready for another night of salsa dancing.

Day 7- My friend from Day 4 called to ask if I would accompany her to a spin class. I hung up on her and went back to watching my movie.

The race is tomorrow and I think I'll be able to finish it. Maybe not in first place but hopefully not in last either! I don't know if this week has been more productive than last week, but it was nice to train and feel apart of something. Maybe that's all I need to get into the gym. Look for me in all the up coming races!

Gym or no Gym?

2010-08-10T20:49:00.001-07:00

I have given up on going to the gym. I don’t like to sweat, and unless the experts can come up with an exercise where you don’t sweat or have to exert your body for an extended period of time, then I’m not going to do it. I’m not fat and the flab that I do have doesn’t jiggle in a gross way when I move around, so I’m content. Instead of getting disappointed when I don’t make it to the gym I’ll just give myself a pat on the back for taking that cat nap and burning calories that way. This is my new philosophy: Relax and not worry about my flabby butt, the calories will melt away eventually. Not everyone can do this, relaxation is hard for a lot of people to indulge in and lucky for me I’m not one of them.

But lately I have been having a lot of conversations with friends where they tell me about the training they are putting themselves through for the Wild Man Race or some local 5k in there hometown and it’s because of these people that I’m questioning my new relaxation philosophy. So I decided to start a log of the progress I have made in the past few days by relaxing and keeping to my normal schedule. Then I will train for….umm something…and see which one works out better for me.

DAYS OF RELAXATION -no gym!

Day 1 - Today I sat at my desk and moved my fingers around a lot on the keyboard as I searched blogs, new music, and funny videos at work. My fingers are very skinny with little to no flab. I will keep coming to work as this has proved to keep my fingers in very good shape.

Day 2 – Today I slept through my alarm and woke up 30 minutes late. This ended up being a blessing in disguise as it made me run around my place like a chicken with its head cut off. I kept forgetting to do normal things like put on deodorant, which would cause me to run from my room to my bathroom then back to my room to finish putting on my jewelry.

Day 3 – Today when I got home my kitty ran out the door. I chased her down the hallway of my apartment building bent over with my arms stretched out in front of me trying to catch her. She is a fast little booger!

Day 4 – Today on my lunch break we had a fire drill. I work on the 10th floor. The elevators are of course off limits during and after the fire drill. It was 100 degrees today. I had to skip lunch because of the drill. Now I’m hot, hungry, and very unhappy.

Day 5 - Today is Friday! The BF and I are going salsa dancing tonight! Whoop!

Day 6 – Today I slept ‘til noon which I’m sure burnt a lot of calories. When I got up I made a light lunch, a BLT with extra mayo and a side of potato salad, then went down to the pool and fell asleep in the sun to burn off those calories.

Day 7 - Today I rode my bike to the market where I bought a loaf of French bread, a variety of cheeses, a bottle of wine, and some fresh flowers. When I got back to my place the BF and I devoured everything I bought at the market and then we cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie. It had some funny moments and I hear laughing burns calories as well.

As you can see this week has been very active. Can you see why I don’t want to go to the gym on most days? I run around enough in one day, I don’t really need to add on it. Also you will notice, not one nap was taken! *Side note* Falling asleep by the pool is not a nap. It’s expected

The hiatus is over

2010-06-23T06:50:00.000-07:00

As you can probably tell, I got bored with this story line and never came back to finish it. I'll be starting a new one soon. Please bare with me. I will try to make it a good one.

It's mine! Get over it....

2010-04-05T14:30:00.000-07:00

I woke up to the noise of rain hitting my window. I squint towards the crack in the curtains and see streaks of water running down it. Seeing that it’s sunny now, I'm hoping the rain is dissipating. I sit up in bed and stretch my arms letting out a yawn, its cut short when I hear a woman’s laughter and see water hit my window. I roll my eyes and wonder who I’ll find in my hot tub this time.

I pull the curtains back and see three couples in the hot tub who appear to be having their morning Bloody Mary’s pool side. There better not be tomato juice in my water! I pick up the phone and call the front desk again and let them have it. I demand to be brought my own Bloody Mary! If I’m going to enjoy my prize room then I better not find strange people frolicking in my hot tub either! I raise my fist and shake it in the air so the lady knows I mean business! I don’t care if she can’t see it! She apologizes and explains to me that because my room is so close to the club house main entrance, people assume it’s a public hot tub. She tells me they are sending someone over right now with a Bloody Mary and a complimentary breakfast. I cool my jets and say thank you. Once I get my Bloody Mary and the party in my hot tub is over, I relax.

On the slopes I crank up Mates of State on my ipod and swoosh down the mountain for a few hours. My legs are sore by the end of the day and I’m really looking forward to soaking in my hot tub. I ski right to my door and to my surprise there is no one in the hot tub! Muahaha it’s all mine suckers!

I go inside and change, grab some coffee, and head back out. A few people walk by and glare. I even hear some rude comments under their breath. I finally had enough and decide to confront the next person that looks at me.

The next person that walks by is a huge man that looks like he is the Brawny spokes person. I let him walk by without confronting him; I don’t want to get my butt kicked. A girl about my age walks by, she doesn’t say anything but she looks over. I wave her to come join me. She looks a bit confused but walks over any way. I ask her if she knows why everyone is glaring at me. She smiles and points to a sign that is off to the side. She said that it sounds kind of rude and people must assume that I put it up. I get out and walk over to the sign and read it, “Private. Keep out or else!” Nice. Now I’m known as the hot tub queen, ruler of hot bubbles. Whoever trespasses, off with their heads!

I pick up the sign and toss it out. I guess I can make friends.

This is Bliss.....?

2010-03-30T11:48:00.001-07:00

I decided to come by myself. I didn’t think that I needed anyone to keep me company. Skiing is a one person sport anyway. I’m in my room right now, it’s pretty nice. I have a huge king size bed, Jacuzzi tub, fireplace, and I have my very own ten jet hot tub right outside on my patio. When I look outside I can see the slope and the ski lift is right there. I have my skis ready so I just have to walk outside and jump on the lift. But tonight I’m going to make some extra chocolaty coco with marshmallows and sit in the hot tub and watch as the remaining skiers come down the mountain.

I get in the hot tub and relax. It starts to snow making it that much more beautiful. I take a sip of my coco and this nice looking man walks up, says hello, and then jumps in with me. I look around trying not to be rude, but ask him what he is doing. He laughs and says he just needed to relax after snowboarding all day. I kindly smile at him, stand up to wrap my towel around me, grab my hot coco, and go inside.

Inside my room I call the front desk and tell them that there is a strange man in my hot tub. They tell me not to worry and that they would come by to straighten things out. I peek through the blinds in my bedroom and see that he has been joined by a woman, whom I can only assume is his girlfriend from the way they are lip locked together.

Finally I see a uniformed man walk up to them and politely tell them to leave because this is my private hot tub. They get out and walk away as the uniformed guy knocks on my patio door. He tells me all is well and I make my way back out to enjoy my evening, alone.

Just as I’m getting wrinkly and thinking about getting out, another guy walks up with his son in hand and asks if it’s too late to soak. I tell him yes, its closing time. He gives me a frown then walks away. I make way back inside to get ready for bed and wonder if more people will stop by to soak. I pull the top over the tub just to be safe.

Free Trip...Here I come!

2010-03-18T14:46:00.000-07:00

The snow has finally melted away and the birds are singing again, first signs of spring, yay! I came home to a surprise tonight, more than just the wonderful warm breeze on my face. As I was checking my mail, a letter fell from my hands; I picked it and saw that it was from one of the websites I follow. I ripped it open hoping to find a coupon for my new favorite make up, but instead it was a notification telling me that I had won the grand prize in a drawing and they were sending me on a vacation to Colorado! This never happens to me! It would have been nice if it was a trip to an island, but a free trip is a free trip! It says I get to bring a guest, but I’m not sure who I’m going to take. I know you are thinking that I should just take my boyfriend, but I don’t know if I want to. It should be interesting to see how he responds to this.

I mean is it wrong to want to take a friend instead? Maybe I’ll just go alone and have some me time.

I think I may take up kick boxing....

2010-02-15T15:08:00.000-08:00

It has been snowing for the past three days causing most of the town to shut down. She has been forced to work out at home because her gym closed when the snow reached the 2 foot mark. Worst of all the Ice Cream truck is still stuck in the snow drift right outside her bedroom window. For the most part she ignores it and is fine, but every once and a while she will walk past the window and catch a glimpse of it. She is even starting to hear the stupid truck call her name in the middle of the night. "Come out and eat my Pies! EAT ME!!!" It tells her. She wakes up craving Eskimo Pies and goes to bed with them on her mind. She is strong and won't let the temptation take over.

Her boyfriend has been stuck here with her and he has been trying to help out around the house and the Eskimo Pie situation. He takes the trash out and comes back in with chocolate around his lips. An hour later he tells her he is going to go recycle the glass bottles, and again comes back with chocolate lips. She knows he is trying to help but it's just making her want them more. She even gives him kisses when he comes back in to taste the leftover chocolate on his lips. Now he is using the lamest excuse yet to go out. He says he whats to check the weather. She silently yells at him "IT'S SNOWING! AND BRING ME AN ESKIMO PIE TOO!" She stares after him as he runs to the truck.

As he is out checking the weather, she runs upstairs and pulls out her old Billy Blanks Tae Bo tapes. She needs to work out some frustration! She pops in the tape and Billy greets her with a warm smile. Then, the weirdest thing happens....

He says to her "I'm going to help you get those Eskimo Pies. Together we will build the skills you need to achieve your goal. By the time you are done with these work outs, you will have discovered the power that lies within you, and the Eskimo Pies will be yours." She looks around to see if anyone else was there to hear that but, it's just her in the room, so she shrugs it off and starts in on her jabs and right hooks.

The further she goes in the work out, the plan starts to form. Her and Billy come up with it together. First, she will wait until her boyfriend falls asleep and then sneak downstairs. Second, she needs to make sure no one is around the target. Third, Billy tells her to use her right hook to take the target by surprise. Fourth, He says to use the round house kick to the targets gut. And lastly, gorge the target until it's cleaned out! Once the work out is over she feels that Billy has given her the techniques to succeed.

At night fall she fakes being tired and convinces her boyfriend to turn in early. Within minutes he is snoring. She takes this opportunity to roll out of bed, grab her snow boots, and sneak downstairs. She puts her boots on and then goes to get her coat and mittens. She opens the door and winces, she forgot about her food crazed cat, Tinker. She waits to hear Tinker's bell and the consistent meowing that ensues when she hears this door open. Nothing happens, "Hallelujah!" the girl whispers. She grabs her marshmallow coat from the closet along with her mittens, scarf, and stocking cap. She is putting them on as she creeps to the door and barley misses the lamp as she swings her coat on,the shade tips to the side but doesn't fall. She reaches the door and glances back to check for her boyfriend's snore. As she is waiting for the sound she sees Tinker on the bottom step. The girl glares at Tinker and raises her mitten hand to her lips to shush her. Tinker cocks her head and then starts to clean her butt. The girl takes that as her cue to unlock the door and go out.

She walks out into the crisp night air. The moon light is glistening off the snow making it look like diamonds. She takes a deep breath, and smiles when the target comes into view. It's slumbering peacefully in the cold night air. She gets a gleam in her eye as she thinks of what's to come.

Her arms are bent in the boxing stance that Billy taught her. She begins to make her way to the target lifting her feet knee high to get through the snow. She reaches her target and gives it a right hook to the head light, checking for any alarms. Nothing happens so she moves on to the gut, she touches it softly, smiling as she nears her victory. She pulls the handle but it won't budge. She tries again, this time using more force and shaking it. She hears ice crackling and realizes it's frozen shut. She knows what she has to do, she squats down, which really isn't that far because the snow is right next to her butt,and then jumps into a roundhouse kick. It ends up being harder than she was anticipating with the snow being so deep, she didn't even make it back around to the door. She turns back around to face it and starts to send punches to it, she remembers Billy telling her to pretend it's a speed bag and to hit it repeatedly. She does this until most of the ice has fallen away and decides to try one more kick just for good measure. She pulls the handle and the door falls open reveling boxes and boxes of Eskimo Pies! She is standing there in pure joy when she sees a flashing light and hears a loud honking noise. She dives into the truck and starts to eat as many as she can before the police haul her away.

As she is stuffing the third pie into her mouth she sees a hooded man looking in at her. "Sweetie, is that you?" he boyfriend asks. "Maybe" She garbles back at him. He begins to laugh and climbs in with her. She giggles. "You could have just asked for the key instead of beating my dads truck up." He tells her as he jingles them in front of her face. "How did you know I was down here?"
"The truck was honking and flashing. I had to turn the alarm off."
"Oh! I thought it was the police coming to arrest me for breaking and entry!"
He laughs and pulls her to her feet. She grabs a few boxes of Eskimo Pies from the truck and they go back inside to finish them off.

She smiles up at him and tells him as she looks back at the truck, "Now you know what can happen if you ever try to break up with me again." They laugh together walking hand in hand back into the warmth and comfort of their home.

What the....?

2010-01-26T08:29:00.000-08:00

I look out my window and you would not believe what I see! I have to blink back the tears it's just so insane! My ex boyfriend has an ice cream truck stuck in a snow drift. He is spinning his tires and spewing up snow. The weather man said there was a small chance of some late night flurries but he was way off, there must be at least a foot or more out there! Anyway, he sees me laughing and steps out of the truck. When I see what he has on, I fall to the floor in hysterics.

He walks toward me in a Sasquatch costume holding two Eskimo Pies. I open my door to let him in out of the blizzard. The klutzy Sasquatch slips on ice and lands on his butt throwing the Eskimo Pies at my face. "There goes my diet." I say as I lick it off. He gets up and takes off the mask. I ask him why he is driving an ice cream truck dressed as Sasquatch. He tells me that he realizes how much I mean to him and knows that he messed up. He was hoping that I would find the ice cream truck cute and that I would take him back. As for the Sasquatch costume, he explains that it's all he had to keep warm in the snow storm and just went with it.

I am stunned. My feet are frozen to the floor and I just stare at him. He says my name a few times and snaps his fingers in my face. I pick up a melting Eskimo Pie and take a bit. I find that when I eat I can think. Is he serious? Can I take him back? I do miss him. He says my name again. I raise my index finger at him indicating to wait. I walk outside to my car to be alone. I grab another Eskimo Pie out of the truck as I pass it. Sitting in my car I make a mental list of the pros and cons of getting back together with him.

I didn't see the man jump out of the tow truck and walk towards my car. I have been avoiding him for weeks now, playing a little game of hide-the-car with the Repo Man. He was about to slap the ticket to my windshield when a little old man in a trench coat pushed him down into the snow hard. The Repo Man made an accidental snow angel. The little old man took this opportunity to flash his little willy to the world! Then I hear Sasquatch grunting and yelling. He runs towards the Repo Man and scares him. He got up faster than a porno star ready to film yelling "Forget it lady! You win keep the damn car!"

I look out my window towards Sasquatch with tears of confusion in my eyes. He takes off his mask, opens my door, and reaches to wipe the tears away. He says three words to me. "I love you. " I smile and return the words to him.

He asks what my plans are for the rest of the day. I laugh, because there is no way a plane can take off in this snow, and tell him, "I'm spending it with you."

This was fun to write! I couldn't just pick one idea, so I used all them. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
-Cori

Thanks so Much

2010-01-23T09:17:00.000-08:00

I would like to thank everyone who took the time to leave a comment. I will be working on the next part of the story and will have it up by Wednesday. It should be a good one!

-Cori

Surprise!

2010-01-17T11:58:00.000-08:00

She woke up really early the next morning all excited for her trip. She got ready and carried her bag downstairs and was about to make her morning cup of coffee when she looked outside. She dropped her bag and ran to the door. Her stomach dropped and she started to cry....

OK readers, this is where I need your help. I'm going to let you decide why she is crying. Give me some ideas. You have until next Saturday to give me an idea. Lets see what you can come up with!! I'm excited to hear from you!
-Cori

Happy Holiday to me!

2010-01-05T12:56:00.000-08:00

I live in a small city in the middle of Missouri, it gets cold and wet. No snow, just sleet. I think sleet should be outlawed. If it’s going to be cold, there should be a blanket of snow on the ground to illuminate the dullness of the city. But instead we have cold freezing rains that make the sidewalks slick as snot.

This is why I have decided to make a new holiday tradition for myself; I am going to take a week long trip to Paradise! This being the first year, and that I just thought of the idea, I’m going to wing it. I only have one requirement, wherever I go has to be warm with a beach, OK so I have two requirements.

My plan is to get to the airport early tomorrow morning and find the cheapest flight. Once I have bought my ticket I’m going to call a hotel and make a reservation for a room with a view of the beach. Then when I’m all checked in, I’m going to slip my toes into the warm golden sand and wrap my hand around a fruity drink with a little umbrella in it.

Right now I need to pack a bag. All I need to take with me is a few swim suits and sun dresses. I have my big beach hat my mom gave me, sun block, sunglasses, snorkel gear and a few good books. I'm temped to go to the air port now! The temptation is almost overpowering but, I'm going to stick with my plan. I wonder will I will be going....?

Great news!

2009-12-22T20:49:00.000-08:00

Good news about my dad! The doctors said at this point it would be more of a risk to do surgery than to leave the tumor in there! Dad will do another MRI in 6 months to see if there is any change and then they sent him home. With that, I hope everyone has a great Christmas!

I'm working on my latest story now and will post at the start of the new year.

-Cori

Update

2009-12-18T11:54:00.000-08:00

Hello Everyone.

My family has been going through some hard times and that is why I have been slacking on my stories so much lately. My dad has an appointment with the doctors at the Mayo clinic this week. They have told us that if you are going to have brain cancer, dad has the one you want because it rarely causes any harm. Good news there!

I have a new story in mind and hopefully will be starting at the first of the year, as long as things with my dad go well. *fingers crossed*

Thanks and have a wonderful Christmas!

-Cori

What did she just say?

2009-11-07T09:47:00.000-08:00

She woke up in a great mood. She new this was going to be a pretty good day. So far she woke up on time, her hair was cooperating and did what she wanted it to. Even her make up looked flawless. She picked out a cute outfit: Black leggings, red and white stripe shirt, black boots, and a black cardigan. She looked in the mirror and felt a little like a pirate but thought it fit her mood and went to work with a bounce in her step.

The day continued to go smooth. A coworker had brought in donuts and coffee. She helped her self to two donuts. They didn't mean a thing to her diet. She considered this as a reward for doing so well on her workouts lately.

Lunch came and again she treated herself, a veggie pizza with extra cheese and black olives with a soda. She was still hungry so she went back and treated herself to some cheesy bread sticks as well. Feeling stuffed and happy she went back to work.

As she was walking back to her desk a lady smiled at her and pointed to her shirt. She thought she just liked her cool piratey outfit so she gave her a thumbs up and smiled back. The lady came closer and whispered her congratulations. The girl was confused, for it really wasn't that hard to pick out a cool outfit. So she looked at the lady and asked what she meant. The lady then became uncomfortable and asked her if she was pregnant or not. The girls eyes grew wide and she looked down at her stomach. She sucked in her tummy and told the lady that indeed she most certainly was not pregnant and stormed away from her.

Once she was in the safety of her cubical she looked down at her stomach again and patted it, feeling upset and mad. She was never going to wear that shirt again for one thing. And no more treats! She also decided that she need to work more on her core workouts and get rid of that little pooch she had. This will be the last time that someone mistakes her for being pregnant!

Happy Halloween!

2009-10-29T15:12:00.000-07:00

I get to the party and the first thing I see is a big bowl of candy. I head in the opposite direction, no need to see if Cherry Mash's are there. I see a few people from the spin class and wave but they must not recognize me in my costume because they don't stop their conversation to say hi.

I see Lucy in her costume and I have to admit, she looks really good. She has a helmet, bike gloves, and of course her spandex short outfit on. She even made a cardboard bike to carry around with her. Some guy in a Popeye costume is talking to her. He looks kind of goofy but she seems to be enjoying his company.

I mosey around the room trying to find someone to talk to. I end up at that dang candy bowl. She has cherry mash's, one won't hurt me. I pick one up and put it in my mouth. The chocolate melts and turns into this wonderful chocolaty sweet cherry goo. I must have another! I dive in without hesitation and grab a handful.

Someone pokes me with an knife and I try to scream. I say try because my mouth is still full. I drop all the candies on the floor and jump. The masked man holding the knife starts to laugh and I reach to smack him but his hand comes up to shake mine. He takes off his Michael Myers mask and I'm pleased to see it's the trainer. He introduces himself as Simone. I tell him I know who he is and he gives me a strange look. Then he points to Popeye. I realize that Popeye and this Micheal Myers look strangely alike. He nods and tells me that Popeye is his twin brother. We end up talking all night and have a lot in common. I look over at Lucy and see that she is trying to ditch Popeye but he keeps following her. Looks like Lucy was tricked and that I got the treat tonight!

GREAT HERA!

2009-10-22T13:59:00.000-07:00

She doesn’t want to admit it to herself but she is freaking out about the Halloween party. She is afraid that she will be left alone, standing in the corner in her Wonder Woman costume, stuffing her face with candy all night. And if she does end up doing that, she’ll look like Ms Piggy dressed in a Wonder Woman costume and not the sexy temptress she has worked so hard to look like these past few months. Then the hot trainer will see her cottage cheese thighs in spandex and run away screaming and find comfort in the strong, lean arms of Lucy.

She is hoping Lucy doesn’t stock up on her favorite candy, Cherry Mash’s. They aren’t a fan favorite by any means but, she doesn’t know if Lucy secretly likes them as well. She can eat those all day and not get tired of them. If by some off chance her and Lucy have twin taste in candy, she is seriously going to have to use some Wonder Woman will power to stay away from them.

And what if Silver Swan shows up and tries to kill Wonder Woman again? Will Wonder Woman be too busy stuffing Cherry Mash’s in her mouth that she won’t be able to defend herself? Then she will end up a dead cottage cheese mess in spandex!

All these thoughts are making her change her mind about going to the party. She puts on the Wonder Woman costume to see if it’s even worth going. Once she has the costume on, a transformation happens. She feels strong, confident, and beautiful! She put on the gold cuffs and started flexing her arms in the mirror. Then she puts on the tall red boots and starts prancing around strutting her stuff. “Watch out Silver Swan! Wonder Woman will kick you Cherry Mash Butt!” She sneers at herself in the mirror. Then the crown goes on her head and she hears a choir of angels sing and a light beams down on her. Right then and there she makes a choice. She will be going to that party and she will stay away from the lonely corner and candy eating Miss Piggy. Because she is Wonder Woman, GREAT HERA!

What's a girl to do....

2009-10-15T17:35:00.000-07:00

Lucy, the blond yoga chick, has invited the entire Spin Class to her Halloween Party. I think she secretly wants an excuse to dress slutty for the trainer, but what do I care? So do I.

It’s all the class can talk about when I walk in this morning. Everyone is asking what they are wearing and all I can hear is Cat woman, Snow White, and Slutty Nurse being shouted out so no one will steal those ideas. I hear Lucy say she wants to dress as Joane Somarriba, one of the top women cyclists. Clearly she has done her research to impress our trainer, but that’s not a very cute costume. I mean sure, it’s all spandex and she has the body of Greek Goddess, but who wants to see… yeah OK she will look amazing.

So now I have to top Lucy, the Greek Goddess, in spandex. What can I be that is smart but cute? A pumpkin, no, Slutty Pumpkin? Possibly. What about an Angel? I would like to change it up a bit, I mean I’m an Angel everyday of my life! OK sorry ha ha, I’ll move on. Maybe I can be a paramedic so that when Lucy “falls off her bike” I can come to the rescue! Muahahaa….I think a devil costume might work for me this year…..Well I have a few days to think about it at least…..

One last good bye...

2009-10-06T12:50:00.000-07:00

She can barely see the road because the tears are falling more rapidly now than before. It doesn’t bother her though; she’s driven this road all her life. This is the road home for her. She is usually excited to go home and see her family, but this time it's different. This time it won’t be to say hello and receive hugs, this time it will be to say her final good bye.
She still can’t believe the phone call she received. When she heard that her dad had passed away she went into shock. She couldn’t breathe or feel her body. It was as if she were dead too. All she could feel were the hot salty tears running down her checks. She just sat there gripping the phone until her knuckles were white. She doesn’t even remember hanging up the phone, packing, or walking to the car, but there she is, driving home.
She rolls down the windows thinking that the cool Autumn air would help clear her head, all it did was bring back memories. She started to remember the time they went snow skiing. The breeze was crisp and clean smelling, just like it is now. When they were on the ski lift as a kid she took the deepest breath she could. Her dad looked over, smiled, and put his arm around her. That was one of the best days they spent together on the mountain.
She noticed the song that was playing on the radio. It made her smile; it’s the song that her dad would listen to when he had had a bad day. She really listened to the words for the first time and she realized why it made him happy. The words are as follow, “I say a little prayer for you. Forever and ever you stay in my heart and oh how I love you. Forever and ever you never will part I will always love you. Together forever that’s how it must be to live without you…” It’s a little cheesy but it makes her smile and she begins to sing along, but she can’t handle it and ends up turning the radio off.
She comes to a bridge and yet another memory is resurrected. This is the river that they went canoeing on. She pulls her car over to the side of the road and walks to the edge of the bridge. She closes her eyes and listens to the rushing water. She smiles and opens her eyes again and sees a canoe. She hears the scared, but excited scream from the little girl and the husky laughter coming from the father. He is the one doing all the work so that they won’t tip over, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He just sits there enjoying the time he is spending with his daughter. As they go under the bridge she turns to watch them round the corner, but they don’t come out. She starts to get worried, but then realizes it's just another memory of her father.
She slowly turns around with a sad smile and walks back to the car. She finds it really hard to walk; her whole body feels like it is full of lead. Finally she gets to the car door, and as she sits down the tears are falling again. She sits in the car for awhile trying to regain control.
She drives the next ten miles in a trance. She doesn’t even remember turning onto the correct exits. Then she sees the sign that states there is only thirty miles left before she reaches home.
She dreaded seeing that sign. That sign means there is no turning back. It’s finally hitting her that she will never see her dad again. She will no longer get that phone call once a month from him asking how she is doing. She realizes that she will never again see his warming smile at Christmas time, or see him in his favorite blue shirt, or smell his woodsy cologne when he gives her a hug. No not now, she can’t turn around now, not when she has come so far to say her final good bye.
She was driving too fast and was now sitting at the stoplight that marks one mile until she's in town. Instead of driving the posted speed limit of fifty-five she slows down to twenty-five, anything to prolong the moment of saying goodbye.
As she drives into town, she takes a look around. She sees the changing colors of the leaves, hears the birds, and smells the burning of wood. For a moment she feels at peace.
She pulls into the driveway, instead of getting out right away, she just sits in her car so she can listen to everything around her. Everything is still, like the whole world was dead.
Finally she gets out and walks to the front door. Before she can even step foot on the door step her mother is there embracing her in a fierce hug. They stand there crying together before they go say their final good bye together.

Update.

2009-09-20T16:47:00.001-07:00

Hi everyone. I just wanted to let you know that life has been a little hectic as of late and that is why I haven't posted. I will start back up the first of October so don't stop reading just yet!

Have a great day!

-Cori

Eavesdrop is such a harsh word....

2009-08-26T19:20:00.000-07:00

I decided to skip the spin class today, see if Mr Hottie notices that I'm gone. Instead, I have opted to go my favorite coffee cafe. It's in a quaint little area located in the Art District. Actually, I'll be honest with you, my friend called me this morning and told me to meet her here because she had some juicy gossip. So, here I am sipping my mocha waiting patiently for her.

While I'm waiting I start to people watch. This is one of the reasons I like to come here, there are so many interesting people. For example, at the table that is caddy corner to me there is a couple of college students looking at an art book. This in itself is not that interesting, but if you look closer at the book you will notice that it is actually a Kama Sutra book. Now, they very well could be looking at this ancient Indian text to study human sexual behavior but, I'm speculating they are picking out what they want to do later tonight.

I take a sip of my mocha and look to my left. Over here we have two guys that are in a deep discussion about which band they think has the best album of the year so far. One says, "Animal Collective is great because there is absolutely no one else that sounds like them, and by the time everyone else starts to catch up, they are doing something different. I'd also like to add that when I stare at the animal collective album cover on my computer, it appears to be moving and that is cool." The other guys retorts with, "I'm really digging Bat for Lashes new album because it's got a very 80's vibe to it, but she does it very well and the songs are well written." This intrigues me and I reach for my notebook to write this down. But right now I totally agree with the other guy, Animal Collective's song, My Girls, is awesome.

As I'm writing down the reminder for myself I hear someone behind me say, "These boots? Oh I got these on Etsy for only twenty five dollars!" What did she just say? Twenty five dollar boots? I turn my head around to get a glimpse of them because they can't be that cute if they are only twenty five dollars. Holy cow! Those are amazing! She goes on to say, "I couldn't believe they were giving them away for that cheap!"

This is why I love coming here. You find out a lot of great stuff when you people watch! OK, you might say that this is actually called eavesdropping, but really why waste all this valuable information?

I pull out my laptop and bring up Etsy. I hear her tell her friend what vendor she found them under and that there are a few pairs left and she might be able to get them as well. I look through the pages and spot the boot. The description tells me: Tall riding boot with buckle strap detailing. Rich premium leather; low stacked heel; leather sole with rubber strike; padded footbed. Priced for $25, Limited time offer. I hit the buy button and smile. I really do love this cafe.

Dance as if no one is watching....

2009-08-18T13:45:00.000-07:00

Authors note: Before reading please press play on the song. *there are 2 songs to listen to* Enjoy!

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

It's Friday evening and she just got home from work. She walks in her front door, takes a deep breath, and smiles. She is feeling the best she has in awhile and has decided to go out with friends. Instead of resting, like most people would before a night out on the town, she turns on her ipod and pushes the volume up full blast. A Daft Punk song comes on, Around the World, and she begins to dance to the music.

She starts off swaying her hips from side to side. Then she makes her head bobble around like a bobble head doll. After bobble heading for a bit, she draws her arms up into a 90 degree angle and then the robot ensues. She moves her body around the room in robotic movements. She moves so mechanically that it looks effortless. Her legs move slow and meticulously. Her arms are stiff and straight as she moves them up and down. She holds one arm down in a 90 degree angle and swings it back and forth making it look broken. She then pretends to power herself off and stands still just for a moment.

Then she busts into the running man. She abruptly stops to drop it low. She pops back up and wiggles her hips as she turns around in an awkward circle as the song says around the world. She raises her arms in the air and makes circular motions and moves her feet up and down all while bobbing her head to the beat of the music. Then she brings her hands down around her face and starts Vogueing. Each time she frames her face she looks in the mirror to give herself a funny face. Vogue, tongue out. Vogue, eyes crossed. Vogue, Zoolander!

She keeps dancing like this for a few more songs until Duffy comes on with Syrup and Honey. When she hears Duffy, she grabs her hair brush to use as a microphone and belts out the lyrics along with her. She holds the brush fiercely and acts as if she is in a club singing to an audience. She stands in the middle of her room and really gets into the song, squeezing her eyes shut to hit the high notes, holding one hand in a fist out to her side, and bending down to get the low notes. She holds out a finger when Duffy counts: "One, Two, Three" She dips her head each time Duffy sings "Baby, Baby, Baby" and nods her head vigorously when Duffy fluctuates on the word "Me". When Duffy mmmmmm's she mmmmmm's. When the song is over she takes a bow and waves and blows kisses to her audience. She pretends to receive flowers and waves her thanks to the kind man that gave them to her.

As she is waving her thanks her phone rings scaring her so bad that she jumps. She answers the phone out of breath and tells the caller that she is getting ready and will meet them in an hour. She hangs up with the caller, tells her audience "Thanks for coming out!" and then starts to get ready for her night out on the town.

*Special thanks to Greg Schrage for helping me on posting the song.*

blond devil

2009-08-11T11:13:00.000-07:00

My entire body is sore from the spin class yesterday but, here I am walking to my second class, with a smile on my face. I walk to the front desk and take the pen from the lady and sign in under the Yoga Studios name. She smiles and tells me to enjoy my yoga class. I smile back and tell her that I really am enjoying the class I'm taking.

I walk upstairs to the spin class and claim the same bike I had yesterday. I created quite a bond with this bike, being that I rode it hard for over an hour dripping in sweat....ha, sorry. Anyway, I take a seat on the bike and look around at my competition. The class is mostly made up of females, young and old, and many of them look to be in great shape too. This one girl walking toward me even....Oh no! It's the blond from the Yoga Studio! She has found me out! I will never again get to see the hot instructor with sweat running down his face nor will I get the pleasure of seeing his cute little butt as he walks away! I feel the panic rise up in my chest as she gets closer to me. Her eyes zero in on mine and I can see fire light up behind them. Her face is red with anger and she is about to tell me off when we hear a little clap behind us. It's the instructor and he is looking even better today than he did yesterday. The blond turns around to see what the commotion is and she sees him as well. Her mouth drops open as her eyes take in his gorgeous physique. I lean over and close it for her then turn my attention back on the instructor. The blond looks at me and notices the rest of the women in the class and she follows suit. She gets on the bike next to me and turns into a doting high school girl with a crush like everyone else.

At the end of class the instructor comes over and tells me that he is glad to see me again and is happy that I brought a friend. I look at him clueless, because I don't know anyone in the class. He then points to the blond. I smile and pull her next to me and tell him that I just had to get her fat butt in here to help her out. I'm sure she is about to slap me when the instructor starts to laugh. (I made him laugh! YAY!) Then the blond giggles and introduces herself as Lucy. They shake hands and she mentions that they go get a fruit smoothie downstairs because she had some bike questions for him. Then she turns to me, smiles, and tells me she will see me tomorrow.

How dare she walk off with my boyfriend! But then again she did just give me permission to keep using the Yoga Studio's sign in name along with a friendly competition... *eyebrows raised...challenge accecpted*

Sinking...

2009-08-03T17:10:00.000-07:00

She hates it the most at night. She used to look forward to coming home; now she dreads the very thought of it. All the memories they made together are there. She can't find a way to escape. She feels like she is drowning in her own home, gasping for breath; but the pull of him is so strong.

She lets the tears flow freely, letting the tears fall may be the only way for her to free herself. For each salty tear she thinks of a memory. One for the first touch, for the first embrace, the first kiss. Tingles run down her spin as she thinks of his lips on hers. Goosebumps form on her arms when she thinks of the times he pulled her close to him in the night. A smile forms on her lips as each memory comes across her mind...as she basks in her thoughts, she slowly starts rising back to the top.

She does this every night. Sinks down to the bottom only to float up again. One day she will stay afloat on her own. But until then, the sweet memories will help her come up for the air she needs.

Spinning out of my mind!

2009-07-28T11:38:00.000-07:00

I'm drenched in sweat, I can't feel my legs, and I'm gasping for breath, and I love it! This class is torture, but as long as I can look at the instructor, glistening with sweat, I can endure the pain.

The class is finally over and I try to get off the bike but, my legs start to give out, so I wipe my face off instead. When I look back up the instructor is right there. He tells me that he was watching me and was very impressed at how well I did for my first time. I'm not sure he could see through my already flushed skin but, I blushed. I decided right then that I'm coming back tomorrow. Good thing I was the one that signed us all in, I have the Yoga Studio's code to get in for free! That will teach them to post a picture of me on the Wimp Board! Muhahahaaaa

The break up

2009-07-21T20:31:00.000-07:00

"Love hurts. All it gives you is a broken heart. From now on I’m staying away from it.” She says with tears in her eyes. She picks up his shirt he left behind and holds it to her chest. She buries her face in it then throws it against the wall. Slumping to the hard floor she finds comfort in the coolness of the concrete. “I wish the floor would open up and swallow me. Then I wouldn’t have to feel anything again.” Tears stream down her face. She doesn’t bother to wipe them away. Rolling onto her side she puts her hand to the floor. “This feels just like me; cold, broken, and empty. Will this feeling ever go away?” She cries herself to sleep, to wearisome to move from the floor.

Her heart is broken and she feels lost. She doesn't know where to go from here, for her head is clouded by all the dreams he put there. She feels like she has to start over. Build herself a new life. One without him. One she never dreamed of. One she feels will never be good enough, because he won't be in it.

I will be the Yoga Queen...or not...

2009-07-03T09:35:00.000-07:00

I walk into that studio with my head held high and make my way to the same open spot as before, right next to the limp blond. She rolls over again to say her hi but then realizes it's me and starts to giggle. Can you believe that? I shake my head and pop my yoga mat out, making her jump on purpose. I let out a small giggle of my own and sit down. We both look at each other for a minute, changeling the other to laugh again. Neither of us let out a peep so we turn back around and start our deep breathing. Before I know it, the blond stands up and hits a gong signaling to the class its time to start.

The blond girl is the teacher? This should be interesting.

She has a note in her hand that she reads to the class...The teacher is sick and invites us to try out the gym across the street, free of charge.

Free of charge means free! I wanted to join that gym in the first place but the prices were to high. This is my chance to check it out without having to fill out all the paperwork and handing over my paycheck! I'm so excited I hop up and practically knock people over to get to the door, I want to be the first one in to see the place.

I open the door and I'm greeted by a trainer that hands me a fee bottled water and a towel. As I'm about to say thank you and take my free goodies graciously, the blond bumps into me and points to the desk. She tells us that we have to sign in under a certain name so that we get the Yoga Studio discount. And that we should follow her upstairs to the only vacant room so that we can start our yoga workout with another teacher.

I head upstairs with everyone and I'm captivated by all the shiny equipment. I don't know what half the stuff is or what it even does, but I want to try it all. As we round the corner we reach the second level. It has all the treadmills and stationary bikes. I see a man with a beard and the most gorgeous, sculpted, and built legs I've ever seen, head over to a small group of people by the bikes. He smiles, revealing pearly white teeth behind his kissable lips, and puts a head set on. He glances at the clock and claps his hands together. With that, everyone jumps on a bike. He turns on some music and I ditch my yoga group to be in his bicycle group. It can't be too hard right?

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Try, try again....dang it

2009-06-23T14:41:00.000-07:00

I'm not a quitter. I never have been. I never will be. This is why I'm going back to that yoga class this morning. I have learned my lesson and now know not to drink coffee on the way there. I filled my water bottle with a cherry lime aide water pack and put it in the freezer last night so I have a nice slushy on my walk to class instead of my usual coffee. And I have to say, it is surprisingly refreshing.

I walk into the studio with renewed confidence. I look around and notice a new board with pictures on it. Thinking it could be pictures to help us newbies learn the yoga moves, I go take a closer look. The board says: "Wimps....will they ever be strong enough?" And the pictures are of various people trying to make a fast get away out of a class, some have tears running down their face, and others.....wait, that one is me! How dare they put a picture of me up there without my consent! I reach up to pluck it off the board and just as my hand touches the corner, the weird receptionist slaps my hand away. I pull my hand close to my chest and give her my meanest look. She just smiles and shakes her finger at me. I start to ask her what the meaning of this is and how can they exploit innocent people when she thrust a piece of paper into my hand. I look at it and down at the very bottom it says: " I hereby grant the Yoga studio to take my picture and post it on the Wimp or Strong board by singing my name on the line below."

Well crap. I look up from the paper and the receptionist has an I told you so look on her face and practically challenges me to run out the door again. I smile at her and shake my head no. I'm no wimp and I'm going to show this studio who is boss.

BOO!

2009-06-17T21:10:00.000-07:00

I hear a noise in the stillness of the night. I don’t move just in case something is there. Thunder cracks through the silence and makes me jump. The cover flies over my head and then the noise strikes again. Shaking under the blanket it becomes hard to breath. Squeezing my eyes shut I try and think of happy thoughts. People always tell you to do that, but it never works, I just get more anxious.

The noise hasn’t sounded again and the pitter patter of rain on my window starts to calm me leading me to believe the storm is ending. Another clap of thunder rattles my house, and lightning brightens my room for a split second. I peek out from underneath my covers and look around, but there is nothing there. Then I hear it again.

What can that be? It sounds like someone is trying to break in. It happens right after the thunder for a second or two, as if they are using the thunder as a disguise.

Cautiously I slip the covers off my head and look around my room to see if everything is still in order. My books are still neatly stacked on the shelf, scarves still hanging from the lampshade, socks and shoes still scattered on the floor, and my fan still blowing peacefully in the corner. Seeing that everything is still in order in my room, I take a deep breath and dangle my foot out of bed. The noise sounds again and my foot springs back into bed with my shaking body.

With a trembling hand I make a grab for the pink phone by my bed and try to call my parents’ house. I put the receiver to my ear and start to dial when lightning strikes and wipes out the phone line. The noise sounds again, with a quick bang. Panic overtakes me. Someone is trying to get into my house and I can’t call for help!

That’s it! I’m taking action! All those Tae Bo work out tapes are finally going to be useful! I jump out of bed with scared adrenaline and start punching at the air, going over all the stuff that Billy Blanks taught me on the tape. I say out loud in a strong voice, “Stay stiff and strong. Keep your feet shoulder width apart. Don’t break your movements, keep them strong and steady.” Now I’m pumped and ready to kick some robber ass!

Just as I turn to walk out the door, thunder crashes followed by the banging noise downstairs, I run back to bed and jump under the covers. I let out a scared giggle and force my feet to the floor. With timid steps I walk back and look out. All I see is darkness. Pitch black, hollow darkness. Just then lightning strikes and lights up the hall. That’s when I see a silhouette. I go stiff as a bored and stare at it until I realize it’s the coat rack outside my room. I sigh with relief, and keep peering.

I creep toward the stairs. Thunder claps, then the noise. I run to the bathroom and slam the door behind me. The noise is louder in the hall than it is in my room. I try to turn on the light, but it doesn’t work. I open the door back up and look outside making sure it is clear to go back out.

The stairs are in my sights and I take a step down, thunder crashes. I wait for the bang, but nothing happens. Maybe the guy has made it inside. I run the rest of the way downstairs skipping the last two and doing a high kick move and screaming, ”Hajji!” Amazing enough, I land on my feet.

Standing in a defensive position, I look around, trying to see anything unusual. My purse is still on the kitchen chair, mail still stacked on the table, and dishes are drying in the sink. I go into the front room and see that my pillows are on the couch with my blanket falling off the edge and the rocking chair is still. The bang sounds again while I finish checking the room. I push up against the wall and look around the corner towards the kitchen. I see a shadow outside. I get down on my hands and knees and crawl to the kitchenette. As I put my hands on the table, lightning strikes. I duck back under the table for cover.

I don’t think he can see me, so I try again to get a better look. I peek over the table, and I see his silhouette. I want to scream, but I hold it in so I won’t scare him away. I want this guy caught! I crawl to the window so I can see him. I look out and see nothing. He’s gone!

Lightning ripples across the sky revealing the intruder. I laugh almost uncontrollably at what I see. The wind and my screen door have conspired against me to try and cause me harm. The wind catches the screen door making it bang against the house. I fall to the floor and sigh with relief. I giggle again from embarrassment, then reach out and pull the screen door shut.

I rub my eyes and look at the clock. It’s 3:30 a.m. I realize how tired I am at this point and wearily pull my self back up. Making my way back up stairs to bed I practice my karate chops. I feel happy that I bought those work out tapes and feel a smile touch my lips as I fall into bed. I sleep peacefully knowing that I can save myself from a banging door.

Could be yours!

2009-05-21T16:28:00.000-07:00

I hate these ridiculous sandals! Who ever made them should have to walk across fiery hot coals all day; because that would almost be the equivalent to what my feet went through today! I swear I have never been in so much pain!

I got more concerned looks and "Are you OKs?" than I did compliments, actually, that's all I got. And it's because every time I got up to walk, I winced and hunched over in pain. At one point, someone even asked me if I was in labor! Yeah.... you heard right! Someone actually thought my howls of pain were induced by a human life trying to push its way out of my body!

I had to take them off after lunch so my feet could recuperate. I rubbed my poor feet down with Neosporin, put band-aids on, and let them rest until the end of the day. Normally leaving work would be the happiest part of my day, but not today. I was ready to ask my boss if I could stay later just so I wouldn't have to put the sandals back on. But he came over and saw my feet, all cut up, red and swollen and told me to go home.

So I did what I had to do. I put those sandals on like a woman and hobbled to my car. There might have been some blood squirting out through the horrible peek a boo toe, but I held my breath and didn't shed a single tear until I got in my car. Once I was in my car I bawled like the baby I am.

Oh by the way, does anyone need some new summer sandals? I have some really cute ones! As long as you don’t have to actually wear them, they are fabulous! Only $600….

These shoes were made for walkin....

2009-05-06T16:35:00.000-07:00

Have you seen the new cute spring sandal? You know the ones I'm talking about, 3 inch heel, strappy, with a peek a boo toe. They come in so many colors too! I think I'll go with a basic color, probably black, so that I can wear them with more of my summer outfits. I saw them online this afternoon and I'm going right after work today to purchase them! They are a bit pricey, OK they cost more than my rent, but they will be totally worth it! They are the sandal that will make all my casual outfits dressy! Of course I'll wear my cute accessories as well, but I mean these shoes are going to be my life saver for the "I feel fat days". For example, lets say I wake up and look in the mirror and notice that the pizza and beer from the night before didn't settle too nicely around my stomach. Without the sandal I would have sulked, and looked for a pair of pants with elastic for that extra stretch around my stomach. With the sandal, I'll just shrug it off and pull out some hot pants and slip my fabulous sandals on. I'll look in the mirror and notice that all the focus goes straight to my feet, not my fat tummy in the slightly too tight pants! See...life saver!

I already have my outfit planned out for tomorrow so I can wear them. I'll let you know how many compliments I get!

Dooms Day

2009-04-29T13:17:00.000-07:00

It's Saturday morning and I have everything packed and ready to go. I grab my gym bag and cup of coffee and head out the door. As I'm walking to class I feel really good, no funny feeling in my tummy and no weird noises going on. That's a good sign right? I finish off my coffee and toss my cup in the trash before I walk inside.
At the counter I sign my name on the sheet that is marked beginners. I look up at the girl behind the counter and wait for her to tell me what to do next. She smiles at me.....I smile back at her. Her smile widens and keeps widening making her cheeks poof up and her eyes disappear behind her round framed glasses. I look around to see if anyone else finds this as weird as I do. No one seems to notice so I clear my throat and ask her where I need to go. Her smile dissipates and she points to the only other room in the building. I nod and jog to the door with my head down and cheeks burning from embarrassment.
I walk into the room and see that everyone has their yoga mat spread out and doing what I think is deep breathing. I find a spot open in the back next to a blond girl who is laying flat on her back with all her limbs spread out around her. I snap open my mat and it makes a loud popping sound, which makes the blond jump. She rolls on to her side and smiles up at me lazily. I smile back and give an apologetic wave and then plop down on my mat next to her. She rolls back over and I hear what could possibly be a small fart. I look at her and she doesn't acknowledge that anything happened so I shrug it off as a sound her mat made when she rolled over.
I start to relax, close my eyes, and begin deep breathing like everyone else. Then it happens. My stomach gurgles. My eyes pop open. It gurgles again and I can feel it try to make its way out! NO! My morning coffee habit has ruined me! I didn't even think when I was chugging down my coffee! I'm not at ease with my gas like the blond girl. I can't just let it go without giggling or trying to pass it off as someones fart besides my own. So I do the only thing I could do. I grab my stuff and sprint all the way home.
I always did think running was a better exercise!

Dressed to Impress

2009-04-24T08:36:00.000-07:00

I went out and bought some new yoga gear last night. I got a pair of those tight yoga pants and a sports bra, it's what the website recommended to get. I also bought a new mat, gym bag, towel and water bottle. That way I will feel confident when I walk into the studio. And if,well lets face it, when I do fart, at least I know I will do it looking good. My plan is to drink water all day today and to stay away from broccoli. To at least cut down on the gas. It's going to be hard too because I just made some veggie dip.

Wish me luck!

Yoga

2009-04-22T10:55:00.000-07:00

Have you ever been afraid to try something new for fear you will utterly embarrass yourself? That is how I feel about yoga. I have wanted to take a class for quite some time now but haven't gone for fear that I would fart mid pose and clear the room out. I have done research and even asked yoga masters if there have been accidental gas releases during class. All the answers I have found led me to believe that this is a natural occurrence. Even the yoga masters that I have talked to said there is nothing to worry about. They say that the class is so focused on the movements that no one notices the gas.
They obviously have not heard or smelt any of my farts, especially after I have eaten broccoli. Any way, after talking to many yoga goers, I have convinced myself to take a class. They say that the benefits from doing yoga far out weigh my little fear of embarrassment. Lets hope they are right.

I signed up for a class that starts Saturday morning. I'll let you know how it goes....

My book

2009-04-15T21:44:00.000-07:00

My favorite author has just started a new series and the first book comes out today. I have been at the book store for over an hour looking for it but, it’s no where in sight. I feel like I’m on a scavenger hunt and have to find all the clues before I get the prize.

1. Locate book store. Check.

2. Find the Fiction section of the book store. Check.

3. Once you are in the Fiction section, and have located the R’s for the author’s name you will find the book missing, at this point, find a Sales Associate.

I’m stuck on number three. Apparently there is no one working today. The only person I see is the young teenage girl serving coffee in the coffee shop. I start to walk around pretending to know where I’m going, hoping that I will accidentally find the book.

Ok seriously, if you don’t have the book you should really take down the posters telling everyone that you do! And if you won’t take the posters down it would be really nice to have at least one sales person to let people know that you are out of the book! I mean come on! I am leaving this book store! They will never get my money again! Wait, is that, oh my gosh! There it is on a display and only one copy is left! I take off in a skip/run. Out of the corner of my eye I see another girl running towards the display. I pick my pace up and break into a full sprint. I have to have this book! I reach out my hand to grab it just as she swings her massive purse to knock my hand away. The surprise attack of her bag knocks me off my feet and I fall to the ground right in front of the display. I look up to see her picking up the book with a smile on her face. “NO!” I hear myself shout. She looks down surprised to see me on the floor.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright?”

I start to pout but then remember I’m not a five year old. “Yeah” I realize I’m still sprawled out on the floor. She offers her hand to help me up. I stand up straighten my shirt, “This is my favorite author and I have been looking for this book for over an hour.” I tell her with a pleasant smile hoping she will feel bad and hand over the book. She doesn’t. Instead she says, “Really? Me too! How crazy is that? I was just about to leave when I saw the display and ran over here like a mad woman.” I give her a half hearted laugh. She says to me, “Look I’m really sorry about knocking you over. I didn’t even realize I did it until you yelled. I feel so bad.” She rummages through her massive purse and pulls out a card. “Here let me make it up to you. I’m late for a meeting now, but call me and I’ll buy you a coffee.”

I look at the card and back at her. Does she think this is a consolation prize for the book? “Thanks. I’ll give you a call.” Yeah right I think.

“Great!” She walks off with my book in her hand. I feel the tears start to build up behind my eyes as I realize I have to wait for the next shipment to come in before I get the book. I start to walk away feeling defeated when I hear, “Miss? There are more books on the other side of the display.” I turn around to see the teenage coffee girl pointing to the other side. I give her a hug and grab the book. Now it’s officially the best day ever!