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Lessons in Love

In the good ol’ Derty Jerz I made some 5th grade friends. They were sweet little skateboard boys who were all about 10 -and-a-half and owned iPhones.  Isn’t that just adorable?

And just not necesarry…anywayssss….mustbenice.

They were all chirpin’ about the YMCA dance they were attending that night.

Ooooooooo, do you have dates?” I asked.

They started cracking up, apparently they all do except for one Playboy. I high-fived him and pointed out that now he could dance with allllll the ladies, no need to hold yourself down brother!


Texas then asked the premature daters, “Did you get your dates flowers?”

They looked at us blankly. They didn’t laugh. They looked nervous. They knew they were about to learn something.

Adam reminded them they they would not be getting a kiss if they didn’t bring flowers, they replied with a loud, annoyed “EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.”

In that moment, I knew I liked these guys.

They were disasters. They were sweaty, tiny, dirty and grimey…the boys were in desperate need of a shower and a growth spurt. And now that I heard the “no flowers” news, they needed themselves a Mama.

I looked at the pack for a second and then formed them into a single file line and walked them directly to the florist department of the grocery store. During the walk I told them that they had to act like humans when we were in the store.

“Keep the giggling to a minimum, don’t yell, DO NOT TOUCH A SINGLE THING,” I said lovingly.

I showed them boquets of flowers that were $3 each. I explained that we could break down these boquets down and add some filler, greens and baby’s breath to make their dates mini-boquets. I had them pick two boquets to use.

2 gentlemen picked Pink and Green flowers.

2 gentlemen picked Red Carnations

I already know what you are thinking…dundundun….

I explained that different colors mean different things.

Pink = Caring/Friendship


They stood by their choices, even after I made fun of them for the “declaration of love”  flowers.

As we stood in line (and as they tried so very, very hard to stay as human as possible) I could tell my “Love Flower” boys were uneasy about their decision. So I had to intervene…

This is an intervention.

“Guys, I was going to let the whole carnation thing slide, as you are 10 but…Carnations are an absolute no, no. And the red just creates a hot mess of carnation and love, two things you never want to combine.”

They nodded solmely and picked some beautiful yellow flowers.

I felt like I had already helped them.

So the florist whipped together four boquets for the price of $12.88. A small price for me to pay in the hopes of molding four young men into become flower giving gentlemen in the future.

As we headed through the automatic sliding doors of the grocery store I made the boys promise that they would NEVER EVER go on a date/dance with out bringing flowers.

They promised. And I made them pose for me.






I do a lot of random thinking while I drive around this country.

My most recent, excellent, thought is as follows…

So, your parents raise you until you graduate college and then in your 20s, 22 for me, you being raising yourself.

And the hardest part of raising yourself is this:

Your parents will always be proud of you (for the most part) because if you do your best they don’t see the really, really, really stupid things you do. But see, now as we are raising ourselves, for the first time,  as 20 somethings, we have to build up our confidence daily while knowing all the dumb stuff we have done.

It’s tough work!

My book idea…

“How I raised myself, in my 20s”

Yea so the title needs some a lot of work! But after discussing my idea with a fellow 20 something last night, she laughed…and fully agreed with my concept.

We created a few chapters (the numbers are not important!! I have some gaps in to fill in!):

Chapter 19: Travel for a year

Chapter 23: Single at 22

OK, so we only came up with 2 and my brain is fried after my workout today but I am sure through this very blog I will be adding fabulous idea, after idea on how to raise yourself in your 20s.

For all my people out there; How did/do you raise yourself?

Hide and Seek

It is difficult to hide here in blog world. And that is usually a good thing, I  love when people read my posts, but the Google searches can be ridiculous. So, I have decided to answer some questions viewers of my blog may have/ ask some of my own!

“Boobs”/ “Huge Boobs”- I am a girl, I have them. Surprise, surprise. I think I wrote about them once…oooo how exciting! No, not really. I am sure the people who searched for “boobs” were very disappointed to come across this site. “She just wrote about boobs? About the fact she doesn’t like them? I was hoping for some pictures. Damn. Back to the boob search….”

“Who was 2007 running back for penn state”- Well you fabulous googler that is an easy one. We actually had two this season, Rodney Kinlaw and Evan Royster. Don’t forget that. Royster will be back next year, Kinlaw graduates. WE ARE! PENN STATE!

“Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego?”- I still don’t know Gum Shoe. But I am working on it, let me know if you get any clues.

“i love suspenders”- OMG me too!!!!! Do you like vests? I bet you like vests too, I’m obsessed right now, let me know 🙂

“history boys gym shorts”- I have no idea how this search led to me. You might be surprised but I actually know nothing about the history of boys gym shorts. I am guessing pants made those working out inside too hot so someone cut off pants from the ankle to the knee and thus, the gym short was born. I know for a while, back in the day, there was a commercial starring Michael Jordan and someone trying to convince him to sell single-mesh shorts. That didn’t work out. Could you imagine single mesh shorts?…ehhhhhhh.

“i hurt my leg”/ “gross stomach”- I’m sorry about the leg and the stomach. I hope you feel better soon. Maybe some more descriptive words will bring you better results when searching, just a suggestion.

“how can i get lance to talk to me on my ipod”- YES! I can answer this one. I am so glad you asked. So you apparently have the best invention of 2007, Nike+. Lance will only talk to you on the IPOD if you 1. run your furthest distance to date or 2. decrease your mile time. And you won’t get Lance everytime. Sometime Paula Radcliff will shout you out. In fact just yesterday she hollered at me. So get out there and run FAST or LONG…and you will hear him soon!

I think that’s it. Hopefully I helped someone today.

At least no one is searching for fanny packs anymore, that’s promising.

Peace Up. A-Town Down 2007



You suck. Bye.

That’s what I have to say about 2007. As you can see I absolutely loved every second of it.

It hasn’t been an easy year for me. There has been too many deaths and some huge unwanted changes. Changes I can’t even write about. Therefor changes most of you don’t know about. Changes I am still desperately trying to adapt to.

I figured I would write this 2007 wrap-up and bitch and complain about everything that sucked about double-oh-seven. But nope. I won’t do it.


Guess what I did in one year?

In one year I ran 615 miles. Six hundred and fifteen miles. 989 kilometers. I technically ran the width of the state of Virginia a little more than three times. The were a few months when I ran the width of Connecticut in those mere 30/31 days.

I ran a freaking marathon. I still can’t believe it. 26.2 miles. I did it.

I’ve been through 3 pair of sneakers as well as dozens of socks and sports bras. My feet have taken a huge beating in ’07. And guess what? They aren’t getting a break. I’ll keep running up, until and through ’08. Thank you Nike+.

I turned 21. A perfect age. The freedom to go out and get a drink is one I will always appreciate. Always. Self-medication (remember my year sucked?!)…yessss.

I landed three internships and was able to meet some pretty fabulous people through 2/3 of them! Not too bad. Because of the people I worked with and the trust they put in me and my work I feel prepared for this next step in ’08 called FIND A JOB.
And because one of those internships I started this blog. Without “I’ll think about that tomorrow” I would never have realized how much I love to write. I love, love, love, love, love it! And to read (check out my blogroll these people are amazing :)) Running and blogging have become my addictions. Healthy ones? I like to think so!

I got a job. I went to my classes. I got good grades. Blah.Blah.Blah. Not life’s highlights. Remember that. There is much more to life then those things. Even if they make your parents and grandparents proud. I say “whatever man.”

I dyed my blonde hair brown. And I loved it. In fact, love it. I’m still a seductive brunette. Going back to blonde eventually? Ehhhhh, I’ll think about that tomorrow 😉

I’ve been blessed to have amazing people in my life who love me. Who let me go through my shit and just stand-by. Or jump in when the shit hits the fan with simple cards that say “I love you”, hugs, tears, wine, surprise Bud Selects and long talks. Thank you. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for attempting to understand. And thank you for admitting you don’t! You know who you are. I love you and I promise I’ll get back to “normal” eventually. I promise. I know I shocked at least one of you by being “human”…so I might shock a few more by saying “yes, I am human.”:)

At the end of this year this is all I can think:

Through the hard times you learn the most about yourself. Even when you just want to say scream and cry as loud as you possible can “I KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT MYSELF FOR NOW, THANK YOU. I AM READY TO STOP LEARNING IF THAT MEANS THINGS AREN’T GOING TO SUCK SO MUCH”

Hey, if on the 16th mile you feel like you are on top of the world don’t get too confident because by mile 22 you wish you could quit. But I’ve learned that if you are me, you don’t, won’t and can’t quit.

I keep running. Even if I have to walk up a few hills. I will cross the finish line. That’s just the type of person I am.

So thanks for teaching me that 2007. Although at the beginning of this post I wanted to erase you from my mind forever, I will hold the trials and accomplishments I have endured this past year close to me forever and ever.

It’s just another part of me.

“You gain strength, courage, and confidence
by every experience in which
you really stop to look fear in the face.
You are able to say to yourself,
‘I lived through this horror.
I can take the next thing that comes along.'”
— Eleanor Roosevelt

*happy new year, 2008 will be fabulous*

4 hours 21 minutes and 52 seconds

I have never been more proud of myself in my entire life.

In fact, after letting this sink in for two days—I don’t think I have ever been “proud” of myself.

I always felt my accomplishments in life were expected of me. Graduating High School, not a big deal. Going to College–expected. But this, this marathon was something bigger than all of that. If you had asked me on August 1st if I would ever run a marathon I would have said “Hell, no.”

Well now it is 2 months later and I have run a 26.2 mile race.

Let’s recap.

I started running on December 26th, 2006. On that day, and for the first 3 weeks, I could barely run 2 miles. By October 13th, 2007 I have managed to log 524 solid running miles. And run a marathon. I am so blown away by what my body has allowed me to do.

On to the marathon.

October 12th, 2007: I woke at 5:30 a.m. —I was supposed to leave my apartment at 4 a.m.—that clearly didn’t work out. I headed back home to CT. I picked up my sister in New Haven on the way and made it home in about 6.5 hours.

October 13th, 2007: I woke at 5 a.m. I was calm, I showered, then rushed to get my backpack packed (NO FANNY PACK YAY!!!). My dad was there to pick me up and bring me to Hartford. I quickly grabbed 2 slices of bread and a quick spread of peanut butter. (I had never had this meal before a run—but I it deserves 2 thumbs up!).

We picked up my Aunt Jenny and headed on the 45 minute drive the Hartford Civic Center. It was packed with people at 7 a.m. I got my number 132 (love it!) and used the bathroom one last time before the race. I am praying at this point I don’t get the “nervous pee.” We then cram into the pack of marathon/ half marathon runners waiting at the starting line. After the national anthem and a prayer we are off.


I am a beast compared to my Aunt! It was freezing by they way! And let’s keep in mind it is 7 a.m. ok?!

The first 11 miles went by so freaking fast. I was running an 8:37 pace for the first 10K. At mile 16 my dad came over on his bike. I was ready for the race to be over. Not that I hated it, I was just so anxious and I had come so far. Only 10 more miles left!! By 18 I was tired. From 16-18 I only walked while I drank water/gatorade at the mile markers. I kept telling myself that when I reached 20 I would be GOLDEN. Well, when 20 came around it didn’t feel so good. I wasn’t as pumped for the last 6 miles as I thought I’d be. There were lots of hills and everyone around me was suffering too. I ran everything but the hills. At this point my run was slower than my walk!

At mile 24 I shoved a banana down my throat–I was getting a little out of my element at this point. I also grabbed a butterscotch candy (I hate butterscotch candies, by the way!) and that helped. Then at mile 25 I convinced my legs to keep moving. I was back in downtown Hartford, circling Busnell Park. I passed the 26 mile mark. Only .2 miles to go. I look up.

A hill.


The last .2 miles!

An incline. An incline that takes me around the corner to the left. I run up the hill and I see my mom and sister. My mom goes wild. There are people everywhere. The finish line is HUGE. There was a group about 10 seconds ahead of me and some people about 5 seconds behind me. I was all alone. I ran through strong.

“And here comes L. B. of CT. Great finish L.B.” said the DJ

I made it! In 4 hours 21 minutes and 52 seconds. That is an overall 10 minute mile pace 🙂

The first thing I wanted to do when I crossed that finish line was cry. Cry, tears of joy. I almost did. But I held back. I’m sure they will come out in the shower sometime this week once it really settles in. I can honestly say my life has changed.


My gross self, my mama and sister! I’m DONE!
I got a fabulous GOLD medal. And my legs hurt. In fact, my legs still hurt. A lot. My stomach also hurt. A lot. Running long distances is not good on the digestive system. I can tell you that. So can my Aunt.

My Aunt Jenny fought through her pain and completed her second marathon. Let me also add that her first marathon was 4 years ago and during that 4 year down period she had 2 babies. In other words. She is awesome. No. She is more than awesome. She is straight up AMAZING.

We were both in a lot of pain yesterday. Today is pretty much the same—except my stomach is feeling better. I hope yours is too Aunt Jenny!

If it wasn’t for my Aunt I would have never run a marathon. She’s that good.

If it weren’t for my dad I would have never arrived at the race on time or arrived to the right location. I also wouldn’t have had that motivation (aka making fun of other runners’ styles) I needed at the 16 mile mark. Thanks pops!

If it weren’t for my sister and my mom I would have never been able to make it up that hill for a strong finish. Nice sign ladies. Thank youuuuu.

And thanks to my roommates, my soulmates, my Aunt Darla, my grandparents and Mifflin. Because of those fools I had a huge smile on my face after the race— they all cared enough to call, text and pray for me. I love-ah you people.

And if I didn’t have all of you blogging people to share this story with I would be bragging to strangers on the CATA bus. And that isn’t cool. So thanks for listening!

Today in my family psychiatry class we learned that rational-emotive therapists believe we choose to maintain our irrational thinking.

I don’t think this pride I feel is irrational but today I have chosen to maintain these thoughts and feeling of pride for the rest of my life.

**if anyone has any marathon questions or seeks advice–I can be of service to you!

The Queen and I

(Heather–I know you enjoyed this title!)

So, I am offically nervous.

I’m not going to think about the marathon today.

I’ll think about that tomorrow.

I really don’t even have the time to. I have an accounting exam at 8 pm (BOOOO! What about The Office? What about Grey’s Anatomy?!<— what about the fact that two of my favorite shows are on at the same exact time EVERY week?! We will talk about this later.) which means I am currently studying taking a study break.

I started my studying in the Business building. Everything was going fine until…

“Excuse me. Do you know what a bow saw blade is?” asked “some chick.”

“Uhhhh. Isn’t that a long saw blade? The one people make music with…sometimes?!” I answered.

“My roommate just wrote me a text asking me, just wondering. Thanks!” said “some chick.”

If I were “some chick” I wouldn’t be able to sleep very well tonight.

Weird convo = change study location.

Now, I am in the good ol’ media library. The library with the couch bathroom. No, I am not studying in the bathroom—like some people. GROSS.

Oh, I almost forgot!

Cute story from work.

Occasionally I get to work a jewelry counter shift while the jewelry girl goes on break. I thought I would be safe in that “jewelry box”—I was wrong. I am only in there for a mere 15 minutes and yet I find at least 10 things I want to buy. Not good. Not good at all.

Yesterday this classy, warm (friendly warm—she wasn’t sweating or anything!), 50-year-old woman comes up to the counter. I always tell customers “If you want to look at anything just let me know! I’ll open up the case for you.” I say this mostly for myself…I want to open up the case so that I can play with the pretty jewels too!

I was lucky—she wanted to try on the ring I had been eyeing for the whole 4 minutes I was in there. It was gold and shaped like a crown. OK, you might think it sounds “interesting” but you have to see it—it is so original and unique and beautiful and I want it!, I want it!, I want it!

Well, this lady wanted it too.

She tried it on with her dark brown skin and it looked AMAZING! She was like “Ooooo! I’m a queen!” I agreed— agreeing is a good sales tactic. We chatted about it. She made me try it on. My white skin did not complement the ring—silver would have been better for me (but I love her for letting me try it on!).

We both agreed that jewelry is a good investment. I joked that I hope to do some investing when I get a “real” job. She suggested I find a man who will help me do that kind of investing!!! Normally, I would have jumped on my “I don’t need a man” high horse but…

then she said, “When my husband and I help young couples, through our couple’s counciling, my husband always tells the man, ‘Treat her like a queen and she will treat you like a king.'”

And you know what? That is so true. Simple, sweet and true. I will store that in my “affection” bank.

She didn’t get the ring (it was too big) but she went home to tell her husband about it. I told her she could blame it all on me—if she needed to 🙂

Whether she gets the ring or not she is one smart Queen and I am glad to have met her.