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Galentine’s Day, Treating Myself and Not ODing on Chocolate

It’s that dreaded day again. Valentine’s Day. AKA the day that all the lovebirds go on fancy, romantic dates, and us single folk chill at home and eat unreasonable amounts of sweets.

At least, that’s what I did in years past. Truth bomb: I’ve never had a date on Valentine’s Day. I used to hide that fact, but I’m OK with it now. Years ago, absolutely not. Two years ago I ate so many chocolate-covered cherries that I basically blacked out. And then I got the worst migraine of my life, and I stopped eating chocolate. Last year I just pouted. In the past, I’ve worn all black. I’ve worn red. I’ve cried. I’ve gone out with other single girl friends. I’ve holed up in my room. I’ve basically done it all when it comes to coping with Valentine’s Day as a single lady.

So that’s why it’s going to be different this year. No feeling sorry for myself, no hating men, no overindulging in candies, none of that.

This year, I’m just focusing on me. And what I love about my life. And the wonderful, lovely people that are in it. And the One who loves me unconditionally.

One of my favorite TV shows, Parks and Recreation, kind of perfectly sums up what the philosophy of my day will be.

Treat you self

Also, Leslie Knope is my personal hero.

Over the years, I’ve been really blessed with some phenomenal friends who have kept me going when I was in the pits. Every year, three college friends (Kalyn, Brenna and Melissa) have sent me a Valentine’s Day card. (They are awesome and send them for other holidays, too, but the Valentine’s Day ones are my favorites.) I’ve had married friends sit me down and tell me to embrace where I am in life now and not waste it (Giana and Eunice, I’m specifically grateful for you two). My dad sent me balloons and sweets when I was in college. My mom and sister have listened to me whine and cry. And many others.

These are the people who helped me through the dark times. Now I’m not afraid of tomorrow. I’ll hit the gym and celebrate being a strong woman. I’ll possibly allow myself to have a treat (calorie counting, ya know). So happy Valentine’s/Galentine’s Day, all! If you are in a couple, enjoy it! Really, I truly mean that. If you’re single, I know it’s not easy, but find something to enjoy about the day. It’s just another day, after all.

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2013, I’ve got big plans for you

So here we are. We all made it to 2013. And for the first time probably ever, I’m PUMPED about getting to a new year. A fresh slate, new opportunities, all that jazz. Normally I hit New Year’s Eve and am a bit depressed because I hate letting go of Christmas and admitting the holidays are basically over. But this year I was ready and excited.

And the reason why? Here’s a quick look at why 2013 should be a great year. Why I’m motivated. Why I’m optimistic. I don’t like calling all these things “resolutions,” because I feel like that gives them a title that makes them easy to toss away once I’m bored with them. So they’re not resolutions; they are aspirations. Goals. Things I will MAKE happen.

* I’m working out. This is HUGE for me. I’ve always hateddddddd working out, mostly because I hate attempting to make the commitment and then failing at it after awhile. But recently my mom really pushed for us all to sign up for a family gym membership so we could all get healthy together. And I was really, really resisting it. Didn’t want to fail again. Didn’t want to pretend that I was excited about this. But then the flip switched in my head when my friend Christyn asked me to be a bridesmaid in her April wedding. Suddenly, it all made sense. Of COURSE I want to look good in that dress. Of course I want to be healthier. So I’ve hit the gym five times in the past week. And I actually LIKE going. It’s a crazy world we live in.

* I’m going to run/walk a 5K in September. It’s going to happen. And it’s not just any 5K I’m prepping for–it’s the coolest.

* I’m going to a bridesmaid. And I’m waaaayyyy excited about that.

* On a similar note, I’m making a return trip to Brownsville! You didn’t think it’d be that easy to get rid of me, did you?

* I’m also hoping for a return trip to South Carolina sometime this year. It’s been way too long since I saw my college friends. There’s also hopefully going to be a Collegian (my college’s newspaper) reunion, too. Because those people are the people I miss the most, basically.

* Alissa should come to visit. My former college roommate, Alissa, has promised a visit sometime this year. Which means I’ll have someone to share a closet with for a week. She’s the best.

* I’m going to get my finances under control. I basically have been winging it financially for waaaayyyy too long. 2013 is the year to change all that.

* I’m going to read more. My goal is to make it through five non-fiction and five fiction books this year. That may sound like a piddly mark, but that’d be BIG for me. I read all day at work, cut me a bit of slack!

And that basically sums it all up. If any of you have workout, budgeting, etc. tips, let me know in the comments!

I’ll leave you with this bit of inspiration which also helped me hit the gym.

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Wisconsin State Fair and my brother’s hilarity

Today my family went to the Wisconsin State Fair, something I loved going to when I lived with them still. They are wonderful (or cruel, depending on your angle) and texted me photos of all the funny animals and delicious food they were eating.

And then my brother sent me a thread of emails with a hilarious version of his State Fair journey. I still think he could have been a writer, buttttttt he decided to use his genius brain for the world of computer programming.

Below is Wisconsin State Fair, told through my brother’s words/photos. One inside joke you will need to know: Growing up, I had a rabbit named Gabby. I was the only one in my family who liked her; she was a bit of a menace. In hindsight, I have come to realize she was an evil bunny.

Our journey began as we gazed upon noble cow, fervently sniffing ‘neath the freshly relieved cow companion.

He turned and looked at us. He knew what we had saw but yet…there was no remorse in his eyes. Simply pity. He looked at us as if we were insects. It only could be described as mortifying. The ray of light shone behind his regal maw, gently highlighting his majestic face.

The brown cow gazed at us as if he had a secret to hide. But it was all too obvious: this cow was full of the finest chocolate in the land. He stuck his nose in the hay defeatedly. He wasn’t going to admit it to himself, but he knew we knew. But he couldn’t stay depressed for too long; who could with such fine jewelry dangling from their floppy bovine ears?

The two cattle stared at each other intently. One had scorn in their eyes, the other had naught but fear. I shuddered to know what would happen next. Would a fight break out? Somehow, that seemed to be the most favorable scenario. I briskly walked away from the sticky situation like a cat on a hot tin roof, lest I be caught up in the ensuing maelstrom.

Jettisoning the bovine kind entirely, I stumbled upon something of a more… feathered persusasion. The steely bars framed his face. He was nothing but a jailbird. I looked into his glum eyes and a solitary tear ran down my cheek. Shall I stage a jailbreak, I thought to myself? Nah, I shant, I reconsidered. I had to press on. I knew it was fowl play, but there were bigger rabbits to fry.

The bunny rabbit flittered its nose at me as if it were trying to tell me something. A secret, perhaps? I went in closer, as if for a kiss.

The bunny rabbit rebuffed my advances, or at least what it perceived as such. Perhaps it wasn’t trying to tell me anything after all. Or perhaps it was too perturbed and didn’t think I was worthy of bestowing such wisdom upon anymore. None could know. Certainly not the girl with the green hat. She simply continued staring blankly ahead.

Trudging grudgingly onwards, I finally felt a glimmer of joy, as a newfound friend flashed a gleaming smile up at me. I pensively smiled back at her.

But it seemed I had made a tragic misread, as she frowned back at me. She was absolutely disgusted. I nervously backed away.

I then met her second cousin, once removed. It seemed, perhaps, she had run a number on him just as she did me. He stared ahead as if he were gazing across a thousand yards. I knew right then and there he had seen some horrors that I could never even dream of. I nodded my head respectfully and promptly let him be.

And that’s when… I found her. Gabriel. Or Gabby, for short. She stared at me with vitriol in her eyes. I wanted to say “it’s not my fault,” anything to calm the wretched beast. But before I could utter a single syllable, Gabby whispered, “Find her.” I knew exactly what she meant. I dashed out of there with the speed of a comet.

I knew where to go, but the sea of bodies made me despair. No matter; I knew I must press on. Or face certain death from the hare.

I made it. I found her. “Bitter,” she read. I nodded.

But wait, there was more! I quickly read through and thought to myself for but a second. Then I nodded even more forcefully. Having found exactly what I was looking for, I dashed back, hoping my parental unit had stayed in the same place.

Indeed they had. Just as I left them.

Suddenly, Amanda. And just like that, the journey had ended almost as soon as it had begun.

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Beneficiaries and my Aaron Rodgers doll


What you’re looking at is my dad at his finest (and funniest). Since our newspaper group was sold from one company to another a few weeks ago, we’ve had to re-fill out some paperwork, including the beneficiaries form and all that jazz.

As a 24-year-old, this seems like an incredibly morbid thing to have to do, though I know it’s just procedure. Add to it the fact that I hardly have anything to my name at this point, it becomes almost comical. But I was honestly feeling a bit depressed today going through all of it and like the Grim Reaper was coming for me.

My dad and I generally check in with each other on GChat about once a day (he’s probably the only person who notices my statuses on there, so I can never leave “TGIF!” up for too long), so today I wanted to send him a quick note about listing him and my mom as beneficiaries. I figured he should be in the know.

Instead of sending back a “Well, you don’t need to worry about it” or something to that extent, he did one better. He claimed my Aaron Rodgers and Li’l Sebastian stuffed animals. I laughed a little very, very hard.

My dad is the funniest.

Update: I have two funny parents. My mom joined the fun and claimed the clothes of mine that she likes.