Just a College Girl Beating the Odds & Living to Tell About It
We all showed up to fish at Delilah’s farm several years ago and much to everyone’s surprise, there were guests there. You know, I’d love to think there were a hundred of these suckers running around 90 acres, but I’m sure that number isn’t correct. To a 10 year old these creatures were scary as hell. Luckily these things left not long after they showed up.
I completely loved my Physiology tutor in High School. Yes, I was “the Brain” in High School. I took more Science than what was required and excelled in those harder classes. Dear ole’ Twister loved tutoring me in Physiology or maybe it should be the other way around? I loved having him around to give me those much needed study breaks from Physio.
This week while at my CHD party, I was recognized for being the oldest person there. This is one event that I will actually accept being 25 for and think of it as a good thing. {Dad said sometimes being old is a horrible thing – but this time it’s actually a good thing.} While I was there I was asked by a majority of the little ones how old I was – my response (in a kidding way) : more than twice your age. Now, this could be any age. I did let it slip in the very beginning that I was 25 to one kid, who only commented you’re as old as mommy! I wanted to hide under a rock.
My favorite memory from this weekend would have to be the CHD party : the worst being reminded I once used Kool-Aid to dye my hair at camp. I don’t remember that at all, but someone else did. I blame memory loss. That can happen at the ripe ole’ age of 25, can’t it? …definitely wasn’t left with a Red Stripe going through my hair after that event…again how the heck did I forget this? …memory suppression perhaps??
Gabbi & I were not 45 minutes late to the party because we had to get ready. Nope. We’re planners & plan out our outfits and don’t need to go buy new ones a hour before a party. We definitely didn’t do that!
For Valentine’s Day this year there will be no dates….or car rides…heart shaped chocolate….or kisses. I’m getting to spend Valentine’s Day completely alone. I have never gone out on Valentine’s Day and this year will be no exception. Plain & Simple : it sucks.
But, I’m not going to let this one be about me. It’s actually CHD Day. It’s not about the Flowers, Candy, Gifts & Kisses. It’s about making those who are unaware of what 1 in 100 babies can die from aware. Aware that the deadliest illness to a child, one which actually ranks above Cancer, is Congenital Heart Defects. It’s something that is near and dear to me and my hope is that one day those number will be cut in half or eliminated. I hope that Pediatric Cardiologists realize that these CHD Babies need care well into Adulthood and that they will always need medical care of some sort. That’s my hope.
I did pick out some cute gifts on what I’d get me if I were getting me a Valentine’s Day gift.
I have a love for cowboy boots. I haven’t bought new ones in 6 years, but not because I need them. I hardly ever wear them, my current ones are sitting in the top of my closet waiting for the next big adventure that I’ll have to drag them back out again. Maybe I should mention I’ve worn them less than ten times?
You know the one place I didn’t visit in NYC….Dylan’s Candy Bar. I seriously have kicked myself for not going while we were there. That would’ve been a sight to see in itself. I will definitely have to go just as soon as I make my second trip to the Big Apple. That is something I look forward to more than anything, another trip to the Big Apple. Just can’t contain my excitement.
I love strapless and I love dresses. If I could afford Anthropologie on my College Girl pay, well I’d shop there constantly. I completely love Anthropologie, I’m tellin’ ya….l-o-v-e. So yes, black strapless dresses that make a guys heart beat uncontrollably I really really love these types of dresses.
But, since I don’t have plans for Valentines Day, I’ll sit home and drink one of my favorite drinks. I do love my Framboise…so this evening I will kick back with a bottle of Framboise, a hot bubble bath, and a good movie on the laptop. This ends my wild evening of Valentines Day. I’ve got my fingers crossed next year will be better…I mean things can only get better from here, right?
I had a complete blast today with my newfound friends. I met some amazing mom’s and their youngsters today at one of the ultra-fab events that the local Mended Little Hearts puts on every year. I was able to hang out with some old friends and more importantly, I was able to act like a little kid again. Anyone know a 25 year old college student who can get away with jumping in a moon bounce or playing playstation with a 7 year old? I know where to find one if you don’t.
I’m glad I went to the party and I’m even happier that I was able to talk Gabbi into tagging along with me. It never ceases to amaze me at the obstacles kids can overcome and come out on the other side just like a normal kid. No one would’ve realized the hell some of these kids have been through just by seeing them all today, it’s truly amazing seeing all of this in person.
I can actually say I’ve known a particular CHD boy since he was knee high to a grasshopper or more importantly, since he was shorter than I was/am. Yulp, that’s right, I actually knew someone shorter than I am. I used to piggy back him all over this camp we went to growing up, but that was long before he was 6 inches taller than I am. He now towers over me and always make sure I know this….he’s only 15, so I have to deal with these short comments for the rest of my life.
Dear ole’ Gabbi, my 15 year old buddy and I took a few photos, just because we were some of the oldest CHD Kids at the party. My “little” buddy said it was like taking a picture as the AT&T Bars. Tallest to shortest { Gabbi, “little Buddy” & Me}. Thanks, Bud for that comment! Remember you may need a ride somewhere in the next 10 months…
…..as for the highlight of the party….
I finally cashed in on all those piggy back rides I gave “little Buddy” as a kid. It was short lived, but nonetheless – I cashed in.
Friday evening Gabbi & I hit the town. We dined with a few of my friends Brandi & Steffanie at BJs. We all ate & had a few drinks…well I had one….my What a Peach. It wound up being a bit on the strong side and since I was being the smart DD, I in no way drank the entire thing. My Parmesan Crusted Chicken breast was delish, it’s relatively healthy and my neighbor hooked me when she went out with us last year – which was my last time at BJ’s.
Gabbi & I said goodbye to the girls and made our way to the Library. The running joke in my family always pertains to this particular drinking establishment. Dad has always said he expects the Roomie & I to go to the Library when we need to. He makes sure to make the comment that he means the one with books. …well Dad, this Library has books too!
Gabbi said this was her favorite of all the pubs we hopped. Could’ve been the crazy people we were surrounded by…the crazy conversations we heard….or the things we witnessed. We sat at the bar instead of the tables and heard some of the craziest conversations about male strippers, shots, tattoos, and beer. Even coming from the guy sitting next to us : we needed to branch out our alcohol taste. I had the typical Framboise. It was super yummy…while Gabbi proceeded to try a majority of the Light House Beers. Some were suggestions from the guy sitting next to us who had an incredible amount of art work on his arms that we both found mesmerizing.
On a few funny notes, Gabbi & I both wore pants on our night out. No way was I opting for a dress. We both would feel this air from under the bar, sort of like some one had turned on the A/C. After a few episodes of this Gabbi turns to me and says do you feel that, just wanted to make sure I’m not imagining things. I said yes and a few moments later the door to the Library opens and in comes the A/C air that we had been feeling. This entire time, the door was creating this A/C feeling under the bar. We’re a bit loony.
the Guys at the Library taking some random shot with Pineapple Juice or Red Bull…something funky…I had never seen it before and didn’t want to even attempt to try it.
All of their shots lined up along the bar. The guy in the white hat laughed when I took his picture – I told him he was going on my blog…sure he thought I was crazy after that.
My drink of choice at the Library : Framboise – it’s ahhhmazing
Me & Gabbi at the Library…this was the 3rd “take” ….still at the Library
Finally after the crowd died down at the Library we headed to my favorite place. The Mont. Yeah Buddy! We went directly to the bar and ordered our drinks. Found a table next to a lot of older ladies and their husbands and people watched. One of the ladies next to us asked me what my drink was called. Any guesses on what I got? It’s BLUE.
My famous Blue Hawaiian drink : the photo I took makes the drink look white & it just didn’t do the drink enough justice, but it’s blue like the Blue Lagoon…yes, that kind of blue.
After I told the ladies what I ordered they tried to order them from the bar, but were turned away and told to order from their waitress. I said that’s the way I ordered mine, through the bartender. The ladies said something along the lines if my rack still looked like it did in my twenties I could do anything. As I was wearing a super low cut shirt – I used a safety pin to pin my bra to my shirt so it wouldn’t go any lower. Oh yes, genius idea of the night. Finally the waitress came over & took the drink orders for the Blue Hawaiian, when the drinks came for them I think they discovered just how delicious it really is.
When a spot opened up we moved to the bar and we chatted up the bartenders. I think my chatting did some good, cause I wound up ordering a shot and got one free and of course I had to make Gabbi take the other one. Ahhh, good shot taking times. My drinks finally came to a close around 1am and I drank water from then on out. Gabbi kept with her Bud Light drinking and we chatted about all the crazy things we did growing up, including some I believe I suppressed from my memory.
No idea what’s in them – but they’re Kamikaze’s. It’s the only shot I’ll do that a.won’t burn as it goes down & b.won’t feel like it has to come up later on.
2 very very empty Kamikaze’s, my shot of choice and yes :: I did both of them
We wound out staying out til’ very very late….or very very early. It’s all how you look at it. I have never in my life had this much fun on 2.5 drinks in 8 hours – really. Gabbi & I plan on doing this whenever she comes to town, which won’t be as often as some of you might think.
Calculus turned out great. I think I did really well on the test, I knew all the info and what to do with all the numbers, so hopefully I can keep this up and work towards my A or B in this class. I really want an A, but I’ll settle for a B too. Just have to see how tough it gets, I’ve never been too fond of math – ever. …but somehow I picked Accounting as one of my majors. Yep, I’ve lost my mind.
