20 Days & Counting

Graduation is upon us. There are exactly 20 days until MTSU's commencement ceremony where I will finally walk across that stage and receive my diploma after five long and expensive years. I am excited but also terrified that I will fail a class and have to return another semester. Technically there are only 3 classes left this semester, and I, being the procrastinator that I am, have tons of work to do before my deadlines. There is my final article for magazine writing due Dec. 8 and my magazine idea project is due Dec. 17. I have to come up with an idea for a consumer magazine that is not already out on the market. Next is my 2000 word paper on the poems of Sylvia Plath due Dec.8, then a take home exam ad finally a final essay exam for Modern American Poetry. For interactive reporting I have a video story due Dec. 8 and a soundslide story due Dec. 3 along with 2 other articles I have to write for our website evou.org or .net or something of that nature. Finally I have an abstract due on Dec. 9 to complete my internship. There is so much to do, that I have to forgo seeing my BF in order to get it all completed by their respective due dates.

I'm Back.

I am back on herE for another and final semester at MTSU!! HIP HIP HORRAY! It is Thursday and my the end of my first week. I am taking some interesting classes such as Magazine Writing and Editing, Modern American Poetry (to fill my final English minor section), and finally Interactive Reporting. Hopefully I will learn lots that I can take into the job field with me when I graduate. I am also doing an internship for a private magazine publishing company called Journal Communications and will be working a lot on livablility.com website.. I was very lucky to get this internship, it was the only thing I needed to finish my semester.

More when the time comes, gonna try to do updates every day that I have classes. Emphasis on the word try!!

XOXO,

Carnival Maze Mistakes!

This is a video of my nephews Garrett and Grant at the Carnival trying to make their way through the maze, keep your eyes on the very beginning at Grant. They eventually have to have the young operator's help to find their way though the maze. It is awesome, I keep laughing to hard I am crying.

School's Out for Summer

School is finially over and we are just waiting on our grades. I already made an A in Travel Writing and a B- in Feature Writing, just waiting on Editing, Media Design, and Mass Communication in Society.

I technically have one semester left but I am considering staying one extra semester to retake a few classes since I will have financial aid to use.

I already want the next semester to start.

Vera Wang Rock Princess

The Original Fragrance Vera Wang Princess

Vera Wang Flower Princess

Vera Wang Rock Princess Vera Wang has a new fragrance to add to her Princess collection. Introducing Rock Princess, the sexier version of the original Princess. I absolutely love the smell of Princess, I mean it even has hints of pink cupcake frosting. You can't beat that in a fragrance. But I received an e-mail yesterday from Vera Wang introducing the new fragrance and I am excited to try it out. I think perhaps I will go to the mall tomorrow and get a free sample.

XOXO,

Just another normal, cloudy day with a slight chance of psychic abilities

Mood: Sore and Sickly

Random Quote:I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all.

- Marie Antoinette

Monday was the first time I had worked out in over 10 days and I am feeling it! My thighs and legs hurt and I can barely bend over to pick something up off the floor. I can never again go that long without working out. Top that off with waking up on Monday with my allergies smacking me in the face. I am stuffed up, congested, and have a horrible sore throat.

I think my hopeful psychic abilities kicked in today. I was sitting in my apartment and I kept hearing some knocking and someone asking to come in and then there would be silence. I brushed it off until I heard it again so I went to the and opened it up just as the bug spray man was about to knock on my door.

I am sitting in my editing class and we are talking about viral videos and he showed the clip from Britain's Got Talent, Susan Boyle's performance. It was amazing, completely unexpected. I admit I probably would have misjudged her the same way and I would have felt like a giant ass just everyone else who was doing the same thing.

I am posting the link to the video on Youtube. Just some tidbits of information I got out of watching this outstanding performance: remember when you judge someone you might end up looking like a horse's ass and to always expect the unexpected.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

XOXO,

Miranda Lambert "Dead Flowers"

Heard this on the radio this morning. I love Miranda Lambert.

Lyrics Below:
I feel like the flowers in this vase
He just brought’em home one day
Ain’t they beautiful he said
They been here in the kitchen
And the waters turnin’ gray
They’re sittin’ in the vase but now they’re dead
Dead flowers

I feel like this long string of lights
They lit up our whole house on Christmas Day
But now it’s January and now the bulbs are all burned out
But still they hang, like dead flowers

He ain’t feeling anything
My love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain
I’m living in a hurricane
All he can say is man ain’t it such a nice day
Yeah yeah

I feel like that small string of lights
You said we won’t go far but we’re still rollin
I look in the rear view and I see dead flowers in the yard
And that string of lights they ain’t glowin’
Like dead flowers
Like dead flowers

He ain’t feeling anything
My love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain
I’m driving through a hurricane
All he can say is man ain’t it such a nice day
Hey hey, I guess we’ll just go to waste
Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
XOXO,

Tornado in the Boro

I thankfully was not in the Boro when the tornado hit, but this is the first thing I saw when I returned this afternoon.


XOXO,

R.I.P. Kutner

I can not beleive that Kutner killed himself on House. I never saw that coming. I am with House, I think someone killed him and set it up to make it look like he killed himself.
XOXO,

Picture

I had to go around campus and take a picture of something that was unique to MTSU, so I took a picture of the planetary sculptures that they have. It is inaccurate in the fact thatit has Pluto listed as a planet but for all of those who grew up before they demoted it, it will always be a planet!
XOXO,

New Job

So I just started my second job at the Buffalo Wild Wings that is about to open up near me. Today was day 2 of training, which I am having to miss class to go to. There are some really awesome people that are working there. Even two others named Amanda, thankfully one goes by Mandy but suprisingly her real name is Amanda Lynn just like mine.
XOXO,

This Movie Looks Totally Cute!

This movie actually looks cute for a Disney/Zac Efron film. I think I might actually go and see this movie. Its calles Seventeen Again and stars Matthew Perry and Zac Efron playing a man who gets to relive his youth and reconnet with his children and flirt with his wife in the body of a seventeen year old. The preview is funny and cute. Hopefully nothing like High School Musical.



XOXO,


P.S. My MOTHER went to a Twilight party. MY MOTHER!!!! I just find this incerdibly funny and awesome at the same time!

Chuck Klosterman Lecture

Me with Chuck, its kind of blurry I know but what can you expect from cell phone cameras.

We had a visit today from Chuck Klosterman, renowned journalist and author of books like Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, which has a great essay on Saved by the Bell. I ♥ Zach Morris. Fargo Rock City, a heavy metal oddessey in North Dakota. Killing Yourself to Live, where he visits the death sites of famous rock and roll stars, and also many more. I bought two of his books and of course got him to sign both of them. They are going on my summer reading list.
I admit I had never heard of him before but I find him brilliant. I was introduced to his work through my Mass Communication and Society class. We were talking about pop culture and had to read some of his work. I think my professor for this, "Thanks Dr.Foss!" He is just what I want to be, funny, talented, a famous journalist and author. He gave some aweomse advice today too and now I will share that with you.

Advice to aspiring writers: Write a book that you want to read that does not exist, then make that book exist.

It all happens by chance. The best decisions, the most important ones, you will not know they are important at the time.

Create your own life. There is no normal/right way to become who you want to be,

I heard these and I knew he was talking to me, even if there were over 100 people in the room, he wsa still talking to me. I think I am in love. Kidding, he is engaged. I do find him so adorably cute though. There is something about the red beard that I love. He has inspired me to actually want to write more. I have always loved writing, and always want to write a book I just never had a solid idea. Now I will take his advice and write about something I would want to read.

XOXO,

I can not go to sleep

Tonight is one of the nights where I am having trouble sleeping. It might be the elephants on the pogo sticks, a.k.a. the people above me, who must weigh nearly 500lbs because I am hearing every single footstep that they make or it might be the fact that I didn't wake up today until almost noon. I think it a combination of the two.
The reason I did not wake up until almost noon today was that Jeremy took me to a concert last night. We went to the Exit/In in Nashville and saw a favorite band of his, Superdrag. They were actually pretty good, a lot better than I expected but with Jeremy things are always better than expected. Except the fact that he kept calling his ex-wife all night I assume so he could let her hear the band playing. Yes I admit I was and am still a little jealous, I know they are still friends a talk almost every day, I even think they are taking an online class together but that's besides the point, but it just makes you wonder what is going on, are they sleeping together? Would you consider sleeping with an ex-spouse cheating? The answer to that is yes. I have not known Jeremy long enough to know much of his chracter, but I think I know enough to know that he would never do such a thing, just as I hope he knows I would never do such a thing.

XOXO,

The Meaning of Spring Break

For most people Spring Break means going to Virginia, Florida, Cancun or some foreign island/country. Girl in bikinis laying out at the beach and hanging out with friends and guys checking out the girls while flexing their muscles.
Maybe even a bunch of people getting drunk, partying and someone coming back with a tattoo in some place their parents will not find,or at least hope their parents won't find. Take my sister for example who came back from Flordia sun tattoo on her bum.
For me, Spring Break means sitting at home, working, and/or doing nothing. I am 27 years old and I have never been on a Spring Break before. There are a few reasons for this, in high school; (1) I was never invited to go anywhere – I was kind of a shy person, (2) I never had any money to go anywhere – I am the child of a single parent, so my mother was not able to pay for my break, like most kids my age, and (3) I was never going to put on a swimsuit in my condition – I was a bigger girl, until this year, and was always so self-conscious about my figure and I did not want to put on a swimsuit just to have someone laugh at my face.
After high school, I just figured Spring Break was something for high school and college kids to do and since I didn’t go to college directly after school I just assumed it was not for me. I went straight to work and tried to make money. I stress the word "tried."
It’s not that I never wanted to go on Spring Break. I would have loved to go and hang out with my girlfriends laughing and party. But alas I was denied this right of passage.
Now that I am in college I have thought more about spring break and how fun it would be to go somewhere, but just like every other year, money is and always will be an issue.
If I did decide to go on a spring break trip, I would feel like the old foggie who is hanging around the youngens' trying to relive my youth, and that is just not for me.



XOXO,

Spring Blog Break

I will be taking a break from the week and will be back to posting on here the 16th of March! Take care everyone!

Pink Guns and Guitars

It sounds like the title of a country music song I know, but that was my experience today. Jeremy took me to some pawn shops, my first time in one, and they had this really awesome pink guitar. It was a knock off brand and I don't even know how to play, but it was beautiful. It made me want to learn to play so I could play on that beautiful pink guitar. As we were walking around the front, near the gun case, there was a pink pistol. Jeremy said he could see me with a pink gun. Hey its an accessory for the girl who love pink. By the way I am copyrighting the title Pink Guns and Guitars for all you song writers out there who are thinking of stealing the title.

XOXO,

Taylor Swift on CSI

**DISCLAIMER - DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WHAT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE SHOW**

I thought Taylor Swift's performance on CSI was great. She did a good job with her acting, not fake at all. It seemed real and I loved the back story. About how she was not their real child but the child of another woman who was murdered in the hotel almost a year before, whom had murdered Haley's(Taylor Swift) adoptive parents child years before while she was babysitting. Then she has a baby in prision, Haley, and decides to make amends to the family she hurt by giving them her child, "a life for a life," as they said in the show. It was a great episode, one of the best. Congrats on the performance Taylor, you were great.

XOXO,

Multi-Media Messages (a two part film)

XOXO,

My favorite Poem by Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath



"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

XOXO,

Second Favorite poet after Sylvia Plath

I ran across this poem and poet in an issue of The New Yorker and I fell in love. I absolutely love this first poem by her, and an aquatinting myself with her other works.


Telescope by Louise Glück

There is a moment after you move your eye away
when you forget where you are
because you've been living, it seems,
somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky.

You've been stopped being here in the world.
You're in a different place,
a place where human life has no meaning.

You're not a creature in a body.
You exist as the stars exist,
participating in their stillness, their immensity.

Then you're in the world again.
At night, on a cold hill,
taking the telescope apart.

You realize afterward
not that the image is false
but the relation is false.

You see again how far away
each thing is from every other thing.


Noon by Louise Glück


They’re not grown up—more like a boy and girl, really.
School’s over. It’s the best part of the summer, when it’s still beginning—
the sun’s shining, but the heat isn’t intense yet.
And freedom hasn’t gotten boring.

So you can spend the whole day, all of it, wandering in the meadow.
The meadow goes on indefinitely, and the village keeps getting more and
more faint—

It seems a strange position, being very young.
They have this thing everyone wants and they don’t want—
but they want to keep it anyway; it’s all they can trade on.

When they’re by themselves like this, these are the things they talk about.
How time for them doesn’t race.
It’s like the reel breaking at the movie theater. They stay anyway—
mainly, they just don’t want to leave. But till the reel is fixed
the old one just gets popped back in,
and all of a sudden you’re back to long ago in the movie—
the hero hasn’t even met the heroine. He’s still at the factory,
he hasn’t begun to go bad. And she’s wandering around the docks, already bad.
But she never meant it to happen. She was good, then it happened to her,
like a bag pulled over her head.

The sky’s completely blue, so the grass is dry.
They’ll be able to sit with no trouble.
They sit, they talk about everything—then they eat their picnic.
They put the food on the blanket, so it stays clean.
They’ve always done it this way; they take the grass themselves.

The rest—how two people can lie down on the blanket—
they know about it but they’re not ready for it.
They know people who’ve done it, as a kind of game or trial—
then you say, no, wrong time, I think I’ll just keep being a child.
But your body doesn’t listen. It knows everything now,
it says you’re not a child, you haven’t been a child for a long time.

Their thinking is, stay away from change. It’s an avalanche—
all the rocks sliding down the mountain, and the child standing underneath
just gets killed.

They sit in the best place, under the poplars.
And they talk—it must be hours now, the sun’s in a different place.
About school, about people they both know,
about being adult, about how you knew what your dreams were.

They used to play games, but that’s stopped now—too much touching.
They only touch each other when they fold the blanket.

They know this in each other.
That’s why it isn’t talked about.
Before they do anything like that, they’ll need to know more—
in fact, everything that can happen. Until then, they’ll just watch
and stay children.

Today she’s folding the blanket alone, to be safe.
And he looks away—he pretends to be too lost in thought to help out.

They know that at some point you stop being children, and at that point
you become strangers. It seems unbearably lonely.

When they get home to the village, it’s nearly twilight.
It’s been a perfect day; they talk about this,
about when they’ll have a chance to have a picnic again.

They walk through the summer dusk,
not holding hands but still telling each other everything.

XOXO,

Memories

Jeremy posted this on my blog the other day, we were trying to remember the song and the name of the juice they drink which is "Gummy Beary Juice" OH it brought back so many memories of my favorites shows as a kid in the 1980s : Strawberry Shortcake, Rainbow Bright, My Little Pony, The Get-Along Gang, The Hugga-Bunch Kids or something like that, Care Bears, etc.



XOXO,

Last Night's Dream

I dreamt last night that my sister and I met J.K. Rowling. It was awesome, now if only the pictures we took would turn out! LOL!

XOXO,

I ♥ snow

Woke up this morning to maybe three to four inches of wonderful, white snow! I was a snow baby, so I love the snow. It makes me want to go build a snowman, make a snowangel, go sledding or even have a snowball fight.

XOXO,

Blogging while Sitting in Class

According to my professor, I am supposed to update this blog three times a week, one for every day we have class. I have been a little lacking in this area. I am technically sitting in that very class right now, typing in my blog instead of paying attention to his talk about photo journalism and illustrations. They are apparently an alternative story form. Why this is bad, you miss out on the important things the professor is saying. Why this is good, it makes time go by a little bit faster instead of inching along the usual way. I actually like this class though, mr professor, Kent Flannagan is great. This is an editing class and we are learning about the new style of journalism in a multi-media age. Very interesting! I have to go getting distracted again.

XOXO,

Garrett (my nephew) Does the Thriller Dance

Garrett does THRILLER


Just trying something new with video here. I made this a year ago. I was about to start a whole video blog, but my nephew featured in this video broke my camera on Saturday.
XOXO,

Being Erica

Soapnet has a new TV series, it's called Being Erica. It's about a 32-year-old woman who has an accident, wakes up in her old bedroom in her mother's house, is stalked by a psychologist who sends her back in time to fix the mistakes she thinks ruined her life. One reason I like this show, I was alive in the nineties and remember it and I love her hair. Not her 1990s hair, but her 2009 hair. I just love it. I think everyone should watch this show. I have included a 10 minute clip of selected scenes from the show.

XOXO,

Weight-Loss and Work Out Update

It has been four weeks with the trainer and I have lost two lbs. But, those two pounds were pure body fat. I lost a half inch off my chest, and inch and a half off my waist, one inch off my hips, I think it was a hal inch off my arms and .20 of an inch off my thighs. My trainer was very pround. Today was the first day that I used the machines. I was excited and afterwards worn out. Towards the end of each work out i felt like I need to scream like they do in tennis, just to push through the last couple of sets. I obviously made it through them and now I just need to work on watching what I eat. I always splurge on the weekends, mainly because I am with other people, and I do not want to force my diet on them.

XOXO,

Valentine's Day was until now S.A.D.

I have expereinced my first non-single Valentine's Day. (Sort-of). I am not sure exactly what we are as of yet, but it was nice to finally be able to kiss someone on Valentine's day for once in my 27 years. He also gave me a teddy bear and a box of chocolates, the standard V-Day gift, but it was the thought and my first gifts too, apart from my nephews who gave me some pearl earrings! What girl doesn't love chocolate?! I gave him a kind of half V-DAY, half birthday gift. Today was his 28th Birthday and I gave him a amp for his guitar. I bought it used from my brother, so it was fairly inexpensive. As always, it's the thought that counts!

XOXO,

Definition and Working Out

I am beginning to see some definition in my arms from working out. I love it! I can still feel my stomach muscles working even though my last strength workout was Monday. I am using muscles I have never used before.
This is week 4 of the workout. It is still kicking my ass but I know it's working. Today is technically a rest day, but I feel like going to the gym. Maybe for at least a 45 minute workout.

Speakeasy

When you hear the name Speakeasy, you think of a 1920s bar with laughing, dancing, and music. That is not what I found Saturday night at the Speakeasy Restaurant & Bar in Clarksville, Tennessee or as Jeremy referred to it, the "Speak-Sleazy." (It might have been in Fort Campbell, Kentucky. Who knows.) That's not the point though. My point is the a seedy little bar the was home to a few of our good, young men in the Army, their girl's and her friends, and the backwoods population that only come out at night. I wasn't expecting much at the now definite SpeakSleazy, but I was hoping for a little bit more that what I had walked into. There were three to four very hefty women wearing tank tops and short skirts or dresses, trying to look sexy, (didn't work), a handful of young, almost handsome looking service men playing pool, quite a few dirty old men with all but two teeth in their mouth, and a handful of young girls talking to the army guys, and even the dirty old men. The air was filled with smoke and the floor sticky from spilled alcohol. Jeremy and I met his friends and sat down near the back by the pin ball machines that no one was playing. His friend's name was Chris and they were once in the service together. Now both men were discharged and meeting for the first time in years. Chris' friend's name was Ben and he and Jeremy hit it off more than Jeremy and Chris. Heck, they hit it off better than me and Jeremy. They spent the whole night talking about punk bands that they both enjoyed, the instruments that they played and the best way to play them, and the concerts that they went/wanted to go to in the future. Chris had another friend show up who's name I do not remember and they were conversing on the left side of me and Jeremy and Ben on the right side, and I was staring into space and listening to the dreadful women and men singing their heart's out for karaoke night (There was one guy that was OK, I think), and slowing sipping on the drink that Jeremy had ordered for me. It was called a Washington Apple, which was a mixture of Crown Royal, green apple schnapps, and cranberry juice. To me, it tasted slightly better that cherry cough syrup. I finished off the drink as some girl was in the middle of torturing is with her version of Miranda Lambert's Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Just hearing her made me want to get another drink so I could drown out her voice. Jeremy and his friend went to the bar for another drink, our waitress was kinda of slow and to use her own words, "new to alcohol," and he came back with another drink for me. This one was called sex on the beach. At last something I was familiar with, the drink not the activity unfortunately. This was a mixture of vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice and cranberry juice and was a little better to handle that the Washington apple. I finished off the drink in about half the time as the other one although I wasn't paying too much attention to the drink. I was too busy staring at the woman trying to sing a song while staring at herself in the mirror wall behind her. It is crazy how people make fools of themselves like this. It was almost midnight now and our party was getting ready to depart from the much beloved Speakeasy. Farewell smoke-filled, stick floored, SpeakSleazy. Oh how I will not miss thee.

Advising

I recently learned that my so-called advisor is giving a class for teachers on how to advise their students. That is insane since my advisor is quite possibly the worst advisor in the entire Mass Comm department. If you are in this department then you know exactly who I am talking about. If you are not then you are one lucky S.O.B. You walk into her office and she looks at you like "why are here and what the hell do you want." Obviously this is not just my opinion, I have heard many a student say the same things about her and when I found out about the advising class and mentioned it, so many people commented about what a horrible advisor she is. I think the mass comm department needs to do something about her. For now though, I will bypass her and go see the wonderful journalism sectaries instead.

Another Day, Another Something

Well it's Wednesday, and all I have to report is that my workout is still kicking my ass. Yesterday was 45 minutes of steady cardio, but today I did the strength session again. I can still feel every muscle in my body quivering. I had to come home and take a nap. We added a step to the end of the workout. I have to squeeze a ball in between my legs which is not so bad. The first time I did this one though, my ass and thighs were hurting something feirce the next day. Then I take the ball in between my feet and lift it and lower it for two counts each. I think I did this one a little too fast to get it over with. The only weight I lift is 2 10lb. weights the rest is using my own body weight. As I pointed out to Jessica, my trainer, that's a lot of body weight. A whole 173lbs. of weight to be exact. I know 173lbs. seems like a lot but its not as bad as it was last March when I weighted about 213lbs. I want to be down to a managable weight and I want to wear cute clothes damnit. Once clothes get to a certain size range, they do not look so cute anymore. They just look like tons of fabric.

I have a paper/story/profile thing due tomorrow. It's for my feature writing class. We have to write a story on a place that we actually visited. I chose my first night in Paris. It was the only thing I could think of, so I guess it wanted to be put into words. I will post it on here after I turn it in to her so you guys can let me know what you think. I had my travel writing teacher look over it, and she said it was really good, just need to tweak a few things. Now I have to get ready for my Online journalism class tonight and a meeting in an hour with a group of students I am interviewing for a peice I am doing for the online journalism class. More about that later too.

Latest Workout this afternoon

I am hurting from my workout this afternoon. Jessica, my trainer, is whipping me into shape. My abs hurt, my legs don't want me to stand up and my eyes just want to close. I was dripping sweat as I was slowing doing a push up and afterwards, when I went to Target, I fell asleep in the car for 15 minutes before I went inside.

Sunday Night Workouts

Sunday night is the best time to go to the Rec Center. This may just have been because of the football game, but there was no one there. I loved it. Nothing to worry about when I was all hot a sweaty and gross. I have another training session today, and I have a feeling it's going to a harder workout than the first one.

Dinner in Kentucky

So I went out the other with Jeremy. I had drive up to Clarksville to see him. The trip was about an hour and 20 minutes long, not too bad of a considering the last time I tried to go to Clarksville, my car broke down at some random exit that I can no longer remember and I had to have my grandfather drive up and tow my car back home. Embarrassing to say the least. Jeremy showed me around Clarksville, and we spent the entire time saying sarcastic comments about the town and its inhabitants. Most of whom had the exact same high and tight, standard military haircuts. He showed me the main gate to the Fort Campbell Army Base, which is Gate 4 by the way. Not far from there, is a small little Mexican Restaurant where he chose to eat, (he didn't want to wait at the Old Chicago Restaurant.) As soon as I walked through the door, I knew we were no longer in Tennessee because the room was filled with smoke, and Tennessee recently passed the no smoking in restaurants law last October. The place was like another Mexican restaurant, and even had an older man serenading the entire place with hits like La Bamba, and even All My Exs Live in Texas. I enjoyed the food but most importantly i enjoyed the company and will drive up to Clarksville anytime to have dinner in Kentucky again.

The Beginning

So this is blog post number one! Just checking in to say hello.

School went by extremely fast (since one of my classes was canceled) and I didn't even fall asleep! Not having to go to my last class gave me extra time to go to the gym. F.Y.I. Do not go to the gym at 6:00 at night, it is super packed and you to wait two hours to get in a one hour workout. I found that out last night. Today was an cardio day. Just one hour on the cardio machines, but it was still hard work. Plus I am still feeling my strength workout session from Thursday too! I like feeling it, it tells me that I am on my way to accomplishing something. Becoming a stronger and more active me.