Sep 28, 2008

Me Time

I consider myself an outgoing friendly person.

I'm notorious for my "happy go lucky" personality.

A kid in my high school drama class, for his final, created a song about the class. He included a comment about everyone. And what did he say about me???

Christina smiles... a lot.


A friend of mine commented one time, that if I were to get cut, I'd bleed sunshine.

So you get my drift?

And really, it's not like I'm HAPPY all the time. Or drugged. Or fake. I have my days, my lapse in personality where it's just NOT my day. I do.

Its those times, when I'm low, where I'm truly grateful for my "me time". Of course I have to schedule my "me time", like a prescription, to make sure I get the required fix or things go downhill. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday 6AM to 7.30, whether it's needed or not. Saturday when I wake and Sunday before dinner.

My "me time" is the gym.. or the running track... Depending on the day.

I love it. I look forward to it. It's the perfect boyfriend.

I don't have to get dressed up. I don't have to match or wear make-up. Heck, I don't even have to make sure my teeth are brushed... (Ahem, for the early morning "me times", other than that I'm hygiene conscious) I don't have to worry if I'm interesting, witty, know the latest current events or if the other person is having a good time.

I just roll out of bed, throw a random arrangement of clothes on, plug myself into the iPod, leash the dogs and go.

I love my boyfriend.


I think there's been leaking gas from my stove or my mom hid open paint remover cans underneath my bed.

Last weekend I went to Target to buy the normal toiletries.. face wash, acne cream, toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo & conditioner...

or what i THOUGHT was shampoo and conditioner... until this morning when i realized for the first time that i'd been washing my hair with TWO bottles of conditioner for the past week...

it's not even like they're the same consistency! one lathers up and the other stays more creamy!

fortunately i can argue that they both look identical to eachother save two small minor details... one says shampoo, the other conditioner, and the shampoo has a number 1 on it and the conditioner, respectively, a number 2. BUT both of these minute details! i swear.

i'm so smart. =]

Sep 22, 2008

Moving On

That's right.

I'm moving on. And I think it's about time I did.

Not to sound melodramatic or even cavalier in manner... But actually, let me update you so you know what I'm talking about... So we'll go back in time about four years.

To when I first met my best friend, and when I mean best friend I mean the mother of best friends, two peas in a pod, the Thelma to my Lucy, if she was a MAN I would've married her.

Not to say our relationship was perfect.

In the beginning she was a little apprehensive to be my friend, or anyone's for that matter. She was always stand-offish, a little cold, and introverted. Eventually, she became less so, after hanging out with me. I, quite frankly, wear my freakin' heart on my shoulder. Gets me in more trouble than it's worth. But that's where it'll stay. I am who I am. And now I know, she is who she is.

I always felt like I had to do more of the work than normal. I was the one who called her, who made plans, who initiated things. Before now, I didn't realize that I was doing it. In my group of friends I normally am the one who does the planning, who gets everyone together, who's the hostess. So this position came/s naturally to me. But about four months ago she got a boyfriend, her first.

In the beginning we disagreed on her relationship with him. We're both religious (in the beginning of our friendship, her more so than I). We believe in God, that Jesus Christ died on the cross for our sins, and that He is our Savior. We each have our own relationship with Him and our ways of celebrating that have always been slightly different. (I'm Catholic and she's Christian.) I've never gripped about the differences and she's never reluctant to point them out.

Our disagreements over her relationship put a wedge in ours. A wedge that's slowly grown, until we were so far apart I don't think we could hear what the other was saying. Lately, we haven't had a relationship at all. We used to speak every other day, hang out multiple times a week, work out together, take trips to the beach together, pig out on junk food together. It quickly flipped to once every other week, all the while she would talk to me about all the things she was doing with him. I knew there was going to be SOME adjustment, but to loose my BEST friend completely??? It was HARD. I had to adjust to having someone there to talk to, to confide in, to bounce my ideas off of, to vent at, to no one.

And now, I haven't heard from her in weeks. The last time I heard from her was two days before she was supposed to go to see Wicked with me and our other friends. She text me that Thursday morning saying, "Hey- decided not to go to wicked. Not really felling it. Sorry. Can the ticket be refunded?"

What kind of friend does that??? Two days before we're supposed to go? And after how she'd just disappeared. The week before we were supposed to hang out, she forgot, twice, in one day. That should've been a red flag.

Anyway, I'm done. I'm moving on.

Sep 19, 2008

Les Chiens

My dogs... I love them like kids. Chestnut, the fat black one, is super so sensitive. He has so much expression displayed in his eyes and his eyebrows... It amazes me. He's a chihuahua dachshund mix, overweight, missing teeth and compact like a sausage. Buster Brown on the other hand, looks a little vacant upstairs, has bad breath and does the wrong trick with the wrong command. He's a pure breed mini dachshund and he can do this amazing little trick... Well, it's more like "hey, pay attention to me" move... He can sit up on his hind legs and stare at you for the longest time... It's the greatest thing. Anyway... I wanted them to make a little cameo on my page. So now you're introduced.

Sep 18, 2008

Sunrise Run

This morning I went for a run... I've started the whole training schedule I talked about last blog. Anyway, I'm not really a morning person, so for me to get up and out of the house at six in the morning is a feat all of its own. Especially this morning... This was the third morning a a row that I've woken up extra early to get my workout in. I didn't actually get out of bed until six... Whoops. Anyway, I get down to the track and I as I'm running around in circles, I watch the sun rise. It was so beautiful. My picture doesn't do it justice. (I took the pic with my camera phone.) But it totally made my run worth it.

Sep 15, 2008


So, I've decided to run a 5k marathon... I hate running and it was a widely accepted belief that the only way someone could get me to run is if I was being chased by a murderer, rapist, psycho, etc.

Anyway, I've decided that just for the sake of seeing how far I can push myself and how much sheer determination I have that I'm going to start training. My new workout regime goes as follows... Mondays and Fridays I have off, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays I run, first few weeks I'll be running for three to four minutes and walking one and repeating this for a mile and a half. Wednesdays and Sundays cardio in the gym...

My marathon is in February so I have plenty of time to get into shape right? Haha... I guess we'll see!