Scary Stuff

Last night I was out with Chris and some friends getting frozen yogurt (I deserved it after bootcamp!). We were walking down the street eating it when we noticed two guys across the street.

Everyone stopped to look at them because it looked like they were play fighting but quickly everyone on the block realized that one guy was beating the crap out of the other guy. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sound of a boot kicking this guys head in.

People shouted for the man to stop. The guy started running away and some of the people tried to follow him a bit to keep their eye on him while me and some others flagged down a passing cop car.

The victim looked bad. Laying on the sidewalk, blood coming from his head. The police called the ambulance and drove off to look for the perp. I hope they found him, the passers-by were not able to keep an eye on him after he took a quick turn down an alley.

I was pretty shaken up and my group of friends talked about it on the ride home. We wish we had reacted differently. We wish that we had gotten our side of the block (with a good amount of people) to charge the attacker. We wish we had followed him more closely so that we could have pointed him out to the cops. I felt helpless. I wanted to run over and tackle this guy but I was frozen. Too afraid to cross the street because what if the guy had a knife, or a gun, or turned and started running at me? What would I do?

Today I’m feeling like I let the victim down. Sure, we yelled and flagged down the cops but surely there was more we could have done. In the end it came down to trying to help but being very aware that we need to save our own butts first.

What’s the right thing to do in this situation?

Dead on the Floor

Today I started my morning workout bootcamp.  Ummm…yeah.  Who thought this was a good idea again?  Was it me?  Because I think my sanity needs to be re-evaluated.

The bootcamp starts at 6am sharp.   We started with a nice mile long run.  Uphill.  Running uphill.  Not something I love to do.

Then there’s stretching, then the run again…and again.  Yes, I ran 3 miles…uphill…at 6am this morning.  (And maybe the delirium I have from doing so is why I’m using all these ellipses.”

It was tougher than I thought it would be.  After the first run I was actually dizzy and thought I might throw up so I took it a little easier on the last two runs.  Of course, I’m the last one back every time but no one seems to mind too much that they’re waiting for me.  Not yet at least.

The point of me signing up for this bootcamp is to get in shape for my September wedding but really, shouldn’t I stay chubby so that everyone can see how much Chris loves me?  I mean, if he’s willing to marry me chubby (which he is, he says I’m beautiful just the way I am) then isn’t that a bigger testament to his love?  Because if I’m thin and dead, what good will that be?

What is it About the Sun?

What is it about the sun that makes it impossible to get any work done?  I’m sitting here at work (yes, I’m a 9-to-fiver) with the sun shining in through my window and I can not bring myself to do anything.

Now, I’ll admit, for the most part my job is pretty boring.  There are things to get done here and there but for the most part I am afforded the luxury of not being rushed.  However, during the summer there is a part of me that just can’t stand being inside this building waiting for five o’clock to roll around so I can bounce outside.

I sit here and think of all the wonderful things I could be doing like swimming in the ocean, reading a magazine by the pool, going for a lovely walk that might end up at a frozen yogurt shop…ahhhh.  It all sounds so good while I’m cooped up here.  But of course, when the weekend rolls around I’ll end up doing chores rather than doing all of things I’ve daydreamed about all week.

Where is that happy medium where I feel like I can let go of work and chores and just enjoy life.  It’s hard for me to enjoy things when the little voice in the back of my head is saying “Don’t forget to do the laundry tonight” and “You should lay out your clothes for tomorrow before you go to bed.”  Internet, do you have any tips?  How do you handle a busy life and free time?

First Sign of Summer

Yesterday Chris and I went for our first swim in the ocean sans wetsuit. It was chilly at first but it felt so good to finally ring in the summer. However, I’ve realized that I’m a real wimp.

I don’t know what happened. I used to love going to the Atlantic with my Mom when I was little and jumping the waves. Now though, even the smallest waves stir up fear in me. It doesn’t matter if I’m on my boogie board or just body surfing, the sight of a wave cresting before it gets to me terrifies me. I’ll duck down as low and I can go and just hope I don’t get pulled away. Then, when I stand up I put my arm out in front of my as a “Stop, don’t let anymore come” sign to the waves. I do this because it takes me a few seconds to wipe the water from my eyes so that I don’t lose my contact. Chris thinks it’s hilarious. I’m like the wave police.

I can’t figure out what changed from my young fearless self to now. There was a time when I was about 15 that my Mom and I went out later in the evening when it was already dark to play in the waves. Everything was fine until out of nowhere they were 20 feet tall and consistent. Maybe that day scared me. I can remember thinking that even though my Mom was right there she couldn’t help me if she was being pulled across the ocean floor too.

Maybe that’s what scared me, who knows? But I do know that I look like a real wimp when I’m standing there in 2 feet of water quaking over a little white cap when the 5 year old on the surf board is paddling in to the wave.

Famous Blogger

Ummm…can I just tell you how excited I was to get TWO comments on my very first blog post ever yesterday? I felt like I should start researching when the next BlogHer was being held and book my plane tickets. I can see how addicting this is gonna’ be.

I’m looking forward to getting off work today because I have a brand new copy of Mario Party for my Wii waiting at home for me. My friend E got it for me for my birthday and I’m dying to rip open the plastic and start playing. (Is it wrong that I though of calling in sick today just so I could play with it?)

Sadness rains on my parade though as I can’t run right home at 4pm. I have to go get fitted for a corset for my wedding dress and run to Kinko’s to get the invitations cut. I honestly don’t think there will be an entire day from now until the wedding where I’m not (or at least where I shouldn’t be) doing wedding stuff. It’s daunting but it’s exciting that it’s coming up so fast.

If you don’t hear from me for a few days, the Mario gods may have brainwashed me.

Best Birthday Present Ever!

My birthday was this past Tuesday and boy did my Fiance hit it right on the mark! We’re stitting at dinner (nice casual steak house, more on that later) and he tells me it’s time to open my package.

It’s a nice, flat, purple tissue-paper-wrapped package. Hmmm…I feel it. What could it be? Honestly, it felt like a birthday card wrapped up in tissue.

After unwrapping several layers I get to a very nicely made card (he’s a whiz on the computer) and begin reading. The front has an explanation about how this year is different and I get to PICK MY BIRTHDAY PACKAGE. Yes, you read that right, birthday PACKAGE. Not present, package.

When you open the card there are six themed packages with all kinds of presents. There was a computer package with computer upgrades, a cd, and a wii game. There was a shopping package with $50 gift cards to six of my favorite stores. There was a spa package with $350 in spa treatments. All kind of goodies!

I’ve narrowed it down to two packages. The “mobile” package which includes a new case for my Treo, Tomtom map updates, a bluetooth headset to call my very own, a cleaning of my Treo, and new laptop case (that I would use for my wedding coordinator business) and the “sport” package which includes a custom-fitted wetsuit, a wetsuit hanger, a scuba hood, and a sport bag to put all my gear. Narrowing it down to these two packages was h.a.r.d. Now I’m stuck. What to do? What do you think internet?

Oh, yes, and the steakhouse was amazing! A very fun place with delicious food. For my birthday they brought me out this giant bowl of cotton candy with a candle in the middle! How cool is that?!

Yeah, 25 is going to be a good year. Although I have decided that 25 sounds a little old (no offense to anyone reading this) and this year I’m going to say that I’m still 24. And maybe I’ll still be 24 next year. You know, so that when I reach 30 it’s more believable.