1) I love to laugh. I love to smile. I love to be happy and express that in merriment and amusement. Im sure this is really nothing new to most of those that probably read this. But its true. Im a laugher. I might have even gotten in abit of trouble at work for laughing too much. Really? Is that possible?!
There is something in my brain that finds humor in super simple things, and sometimes, er alot of times, I really cant explain it. I just laugh. It makes people nervous. I understand. It makes me nervous sometimes too.
I love comedy. I love witty people. I love smiling. I love people that have the ability to make others laugh. I might laugh at cheesy and corny jokes. But someone that doesnt need to use that, and they still make me laugh, they are a keeper! And I love being able to make others laugh. Sadly, Im not as witty as I wish I was, but I do have my moments. And last night was one of them. I was out to dinner with a friend. The server just couldnt stop laughing because of me. It was fabulous. I might have had to point this out to my dinner companion. And this companion might have taken it the wrong way because the companion likes to think that they are funnier than me. Well. Sorry to inform you dinner companion, but I was last night! :)
2) When I was in high school, I liked to watch Days of Our Lives. It started after I became friend with a particular girl. Her mom watched it, and during the summer I would watch it with them. I did realize how pathetically slow the plot line was. And how ridiculous the stories were. But I did love a few of the characters. I watched a few episodes years later, and realized that it was like time had just stop still. Literally!
Well. Today, there were a few moments that I seriously thought that something happened when I drove from Manhattan to Charlotte on that New Years Day with all my belongs, and something transformed and I really drove into a Soap Opera. The last 4 months have been alittle bit on the ridiculousness. And in an effort to not just completely air my life in such a public forum, Im going to keep that at that. But if you want to chat, I would love to share my Soap Opera story with you personally.
3) Soccer was a huge part of my life for many, many years. I played from 2nd grade until 10th grade, and alittle during college. I was lucky enough to make the High School team and wear the colors of the Wildcats for two years. But I realized that that life was not particularly for me, and I didn't continue on into my junior year. Part of it might have been with the rigorous workout schedule we had. I didn't like it. I might have been in fantabulous shape. But it was just too much.
That has highly influenced my desire, or lack of desire really, for exercise post high school soccer. I have to admit, that I might be relying on the amazing genes that my dad was able to pass along to me. I have gone through spurts of working out. Paying for gym memberships. Buying fancy workout shoes, shorts, and shorts in the hopes that that will help motivate me. But I have never been very consistant with it. I would do it for a few days or weeks, but quickly it goes by the wayside. While I was living in Scarsdale, NY, I was probably the most consistent I had yet been. I found a few classes that I liked, and would go to those. But I definitely did not get my moneys worth at that gym.
One of the many goals I had for myself for this move, included working out. It might have taken a few weeks, er month, to finally make my way the 50 yards across the parking lot, but I did it. I have been going. And its been amazing. I actually look forward to it. I don't go for a super long time. And I don't have a lot I do. But its been fabulous. Im kinda really stinkin proud of myself. But really. I have one person to thank for getting me out of bed continually. And that is my fabulous Heavenly Father.
Life is good! :)
