I have a few blogs in the "draft" stage, but I thought I would use today to catch everyone up on my life. When I ran into one of the baristas from Starbucks today and he told me that I needed to post a blog because my 2,000 followers were waiting, I knew it was time for a new post. When I was in college and I first started posting "notes" on facebook, there were usually a series of random thoughts and events that occurred in my recent days. This post be exactly that.
As I type this post, I am sitting on my back deck in a bikini listening to "Sara Barellies Radio" on Pandora on this 80 degree sun-shining day. This day re-affirms my strong desire to relocate permanently to a beach setting. I'll be accepting applications for roommates effectively immediately. You must 1) Not mind nakedness and 2) Enjoy wine. End of list.
Yesterday I found myself being incredibly frustrated by a woman who sat on my lap in Starbucks. I am not just saying this in a figurative fashion, she actually sat down, on my lap. I don't know if she meant to sit down next to me or what went wrong. I quickly removed her from my lap, stood up, and proceeded to tell my wonderful barista, April, about what happened. She informed me that the woman was only 40 years old (she looked 70) and recently had a stroke. I spent three hours thinking that I was the worst person on the face of the earth for getting mad at that woman. Moral of the story: don't judge anyone, even if they take a seat on or around your femur.
Last week I was involved in a screaming match with a shoplifter whom, before opening up her purse and throwing stolen clothes back at me, insisted that she hadn't stolen anything at all. When I first asked her for the items back she said, "Me?" Which is what every single one says. I responded, "Yes, I'm looking at you, I'm talking to you." She got a little sassy then dispersed the contents of her purse AT me in a manor that resembled a fast pitch softball toss. When I told her not to come back to the store, she told me, "I'm not from around here." No way!
I recently ate at the Burgatory and it was amazing. I wish I could be permanently be drinking the salted caramel pretzel milkshake. Thank you Julie, for introducing me to this yummy treat, you are fantastic. That's all I'm going to say about that.
The Pittsburgh Marathon is THIS SUNDAY and I
could not be more thrilled. Every time someone says something about it,
I find myself jumping up and down like a lunatic. Actually, I don't
think I've been this excited about something since Shaler's Kennywood
picnic day in my elementary school years. You know, when you and your
friends wear matching outfits. I digress. It will hands down be in the
top five best days of my life. I cannot wait to get the 13.1 sticker
to put on my Jetta. Yes and yes.
Next
week, I am going to visit Andrea; my long lost roommate from my
Mercyhurst days. Although we haven't seen each other for years, we
talk almost every single day. I can not wait to drink wine and recap
our younger years. Some of my most vivid Mercyhurst memories involve iced lattes and the beach with my roommates. I would probably have many more memories from those two years, had I not taken so many shots. We live and learn.
I'm
headed to Germany in a little over a month! I'm excited to expand my
horizons but I am not excited to be in flight for nine hours. If anyone
has any suggestions on how to handle this overnight flight/jet lag,
please feel free to share your tips. Also, we are going to London. YAY
I finally get to ride the London Eye! Cross another thing off of the
bucket list, please. Looks like May and June are going to be enchanting.
I believe that the best way to judge someone's character is by witnessing their interactions with complete strangers. In recent weeks, I've examined the way that those I surround myself with speak to people they do not know. I won't release any of the details here. Just know that, if you find the need to take out your daily frustrations with the cashier at the grocery store or the pizza delivery man, you are a complete idiot. What happens to you before you get to the check-out line should have no effect whatsoever on how you treat the cashier. Last Friday, I offered the Fed-Ex man a cookie, he told me it was the nicest thing that anyone has done for him in WEEKS. That is pathetic. A sugar cookie offering? What has this nation come to? Treat everyone you encounter with respect, you never know when you will need a helping hand.
The last few weeks have been filled with regaining contact with old friends. I encourage everyone to do this for yourself. Reminiscing about past experiences really helps you to remember who you are and how you got to where you are today. Every single person that we encounter plays a vital role in our development, even if we don't particularly care to admit it.
Pants are the world's worst invention, specifically jeans. I understand that cool temperatures require warm clothing but now that it's warmer out and I never have to wear pants to work, I absolutely despise putting them on. I wish that I could wear dresses all day everyday. (Reason number 3498203 to move to the beach).
Lastly, to everyone who reads my blog- THANK YOU. In just one month of operation, this blog reached 2,200 views. I have been overwhelmed by the countless calls, texts, and messages from people that I haven't spoken to in YEARS or haven't spoken to ever, telling me that you read the blog. Your support means the world to me. If you're reading this, I appreciate you more than you know! <3
Here's to endless happiness,
Xoxo
