At the college I went to, when you are a freshman, you are paired with senior mentor. The bond that you form with them is irreplaceable. So in honor of my “freshman” graduating this year, both is the senior narrative that I wrote. Hard to believe it was 4 years ago, but every last word of it is still true.
“I may not have enjoyed it all, but I’m grateful for the lessons that I learned, and the amazing friends I gained. To Papa: Thank you for reminding me that simple is all you need. To G-ma: Having a back bone is critical. To Granny: Thank you for teaching me what not to be. To Gail: Striving for perfection is never that far out of your reach. You just need to apply yourself. To Ma: Although it may hurt, brutal honesty is the best answer. To My Father: No matter what happens, I will always love you. To Beth: Thank you for not allowing me to settle for anything less. Word to your llama. To Jay: Thank you for being the Dad that I needed later in life. P.S. Don’t tell Beth about Hooters. To Sunshine: Laughter is key and there is a reason why God did not make us sisters. Remember, throw those hands up. To Wee: Never let anyone stand in the way of your dreams. To PR: My standards are high. P.S. To Holly: We will get what we want out of life. To Boot: Be strong and never leave your computer to bake in the sun. Haha. To Motherly: Your advice is the best. Do the dance! To Weebit: It still amazes me how two completely opposite people can get along so well. ATL. To Charlie: Thank you for the advice over the years. It has gone further than you think. P.S. I taking Horus! To Brownie, Karbear, Jackie, Mr. Bear, HairSwoop, Baity, Zack, Mike, Fish, D-Ray, Jared, Chris, Blincoe, Timmy and Pope: Thank you for endless hours of laughter. Also, Chris, Thank you for baseball. To my closest friends: Remember what happened in Old Town/ NYC/ Tampa/ on “The Boat”, stays there. To my dykes: Abby, Anya and Hatley, you were the best, and even better you were 2007! To my co-dykes: I think we lived up to what our dykes wanted us to. To my Rat-Tie: Christopher, I could not have asked for a better Rat. Just think, we met when you were ready to leave, and I’m thankful you stayed. Make your dyke proud! Keep your head up and I’ll catch you on the flip side.”
Hello everyone. Forgive me for being off the map recently. Things have been very busy and stressful, to put it lightly, in my life. I do find it amusing that the expression “When it rains, it pours” has never been more true. Between job interviews and Granny acting like a raging ass, I’m struggling to find the time to breathe easy. Perhaps the 9 mile walk I have to take on Saturday will be helpful. But until then, I’ll buckle down, do my thing, and hold my breathe until I run out of steam. Then I’ll get lost in a book, my bottle of wine, and my raw foods. Escaping and running, versus facing it and putting my foot down. I just need to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, whenever and wherever that may be.
Now for all of you, I will also be getting lost in my blog (of course), and provide y’all with some more insight to my life. Is there anything that you would like to hear about? If so, please please please let me know!
Ms. EatsPlentyOfCheeseburgers asked me recently to provide the background for all of my nicknames for people. After thinking about this some more, I think this may benefit a few others as well.
***Warning: If you are a male and you know me, you may not want to read this. (Hint. Hint. Mr. Boxer STOP READING!)***
Angel–Ex-boyfriend’s lady friend. She was such a sweetheart. Grace Kelly–He got his nickname from Mad TV’s “Can I have your number” Graham Cracker Express–His first name was graham and it just kinda stuck. Granny–My hateful grandmother on my mother’s side. HairSwoop–He has this thing he does with his hair. It’s like the Richmond comb over. We call it the hairswoop. It’s just bad, bad, bad, and he’ll be rocking that hairstyle for the rest of his life. Think a toned back Justin Bieber. Juliet–Her and her boyfriend, Romeo, are tied together at the hip. Mr. 8.5–You got this one already. 8.5 inches. Mr. Bear–He has chest fur, not hair, FUR! It’s that thick. Plus, we think that if he gets on all fours, his ass would be about the size of a bear’s ass. Mr. Breadstick–We got this lovely little nickname from the lack of what he was packing. It was a thin breadstick. One of the biggest disappointments of my life. Mr. Delicious—Oh sweet jesusssss!!! He is gorgeous. Enough said. Mr. Greek–Not exciting. He is from a greek family. Mr. Mosquito–Once again, lacking in the packing. I believe my exact quote to my cousin that earned him this nickname was “If this doesn’t work out, I won’t be disappointed. I was thinking WTF is that, a mosquito bite on your leg!” Mr. Nelson–His middle name is Nelson. Also where I got my nickname from. Mr. NotSoHotItalian–Never been more let down in my life. His background was italian, but nothing about the way he looked was. Sadness. Mr. Slap–He hit me. Only guy who ever has and he’s lucky he’s not dead. Mr. Soup–He is so hot but the LAX team tells me he is a soupy, old man ass. GAHHH! Ms. Granny–This would be another girlfriend of an ex. She was 27 I believe. Not old at all, but her mannerisms were that of grandma, or that of a freshman in high school. Based on the way she dressed, it tipped the scales to call her Ms. Granny versus CrazyBitch. Ms. INeedACheeseburger–She thin, thin, thinnnnn. One of Spangler’s runners. She needs to eat! Pig–I have never seen someone eat so much food in my life and stay so thin. He literally ate everything. Leftovers. GONE. Romeo–See Juliet. Sunshine–That’d be my cousin.
And for the most recent one that I referenced specifically at the beginning of this post, Mr. Boxer. It’s what it sounds like. He’s a boxer, along with being an athlete in several other sports.