Step 1: Have a humongous phony 1-800-flowers box sent to their doorstep (provided courtesy of a friend).
Step 2: Victim gets overly excited about said box and wonders why said box is so light. “Hmm?, one thinks.”
Step 3: Victim quickly opens box only to reveal an uber clever note taped inside.
Step 4: Victim gets a little upset after the letdown and bellows out a couple (or several) curse words, mostly in the form of “what an ass!" Pardon my French.
Step 5: Victim walks (or storms) into bedroom and spots a beautifully wrapped box sitting next to an assortment of chocolates.
Step 6: Victim turns red, calls partner, laughs the whole prank off, and replaces “you’re an ass” with an “I love you!”
I can’t say that I’m surprised about Sean’s joke. There’s certainly never a dull moment with him. <3 I love you!
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! While I believe that every single day should be a day devoted to love, single or not, it’s still nice to celebrate.
And Happy 2nd Valentine’s Day honey!7 notes
Just one year ago, I was still taking everything in after my appearance on the Today Show.
Just one year ago, I only had a minor iliotibial band injury.
Just one year ago, I was smiling from ear to ear, completely happy in all areas of my life.
Just one year ago, I was still able to flow through the veins of my city by foot.
Pure joy. Photo credit: Hannah Camic Photography
But here I am, one year later, struggling at just 25-years-old in order to get through a regular day, feeling ‘so-so' at best.
But here I am, one year later, receiving “get well!” wishes and “feeling better yet(s)?” rather than celebrating life changing moments and crossing finish lines.
I’m trying mom. I’m trying. This was given to me months before my diagnosis.
But here I am, one year later, suffering from anxiety before falling asleep, all because I know that my body will begin to jerk violently for several separate episodes on any given night. It’s frightening.
I had dreams. Big ones. And while I still have those dreams, most, if not all, had no choice but to be placed on the back burner. I don’t really need to say it but, never take your health for granted.
I had my first follow up appointment with my infectious disease doctor on Tuesday, January 7th. And I have to admit…I was extremely anxious to see her. Why, you may ask? Well…it could be my new found super-paranoia kicking in. Truthfully, it was mainly because I was afraid that I would leave her office in tears, feeling like I’m completely out of answers with absolutely nowhere to turn. Lo and behold, I kind of feel like I’ve been left hanging by a thread. When the doctor called my name, I followed closely behind her with my tail between my legs. “You look better,” she said. I quietly responded, “I’m not. I feel like I’m back where I started. I feel like I’m getting worse.”28 notes
Hi everyone! I’m still alive! Life has been pretty busy between vacation, what feels like endless doctor’s appointments, decision making, and good ole' physical therapy. I'm currently working on a huge post in regards to my current physical well-being. To hold you guys over as I diligently work on the post, I'm going to do a photo dump of random pictures from my vacation to Wildwood, NJ last week.
This was one of the first pictures that I took during my trip. I have the maturity level of an 11-year-old boy. But hey now…they even sell shirts that say, “I grabbed a wiener in Wildwood!”
I’ve decided that I need one of these little guys in my life. Look at the peeper on the left!
I also really enjoyed playing around with different looks during vacation. :)
It wasn’t chilly at all during vacation. Isn’t that obvious?! I blatantly acted as though it was snowing on the beach. I swear I’m 80, not 25.
Wind was never an issue either.
But the sky was pretty cool.
And Sean totally cooperates when I ask him to smile. Squinty Magee gave me a smirk. Close enough.
Okay, okay…so maybe he does occasionally cooperate with me.
But no matter the case, I will always love him just the same. He is my best friend.13 notes
Sean and I are, of course, still getting along just wonderfully. In fact, things couldn’t be better. He is my rock, especially with all that I’m dealing with at the moment. About 1 month ago, I step into his house only to find flowers and a homemade card waiting for me on a table. He’s so sweet. :) That very same night, we went to a ‘Half Christmas’ party that was hosted by one of his friends. We literally celebrated the halfway point to the holidays, haha! We cooked on the grill, ate watermelon, and enjoyed the company of one another. There was even a festive glittery, purple tree set up in the backyard. There’s never a dull moment with Sean’s friends…that’s for sure.
I’ve been trying to enjoy the summer as much as I can, despite my constant, daily basis pain. This week begins week 2 of physical therapy - not too much relief as of now. Unfortunately, sciatica and back issues aren’t very easy to resolve, and the pain can get pretty intense.
Maybe I can go back to duck watching while I heal like I did back in the day (kidding). I looked pretty cool with my Minnie Mouse purse, because ya know…3-year-olds have important things to carry.
I’ve been to a couple of Pirates’ games this summer, both of which they won - they are having an awesome season. The last game I went to had 2 extra innings, but the boisterous New Yorkers that were sitting behind us made for a very good time!
I’ve also been spending a lot more time with my mom. For one of our recent mother/daughter dates, we went to IHOP, and I had their Simple & Fit vegetable omelette made with spinach, mushrooms, and tomatoes. It was delicious, something I absolutely recommend. After breakfast, we partook in some retail therapy. I spotted this gem in Target…
Just, why? WHY?!!!!!!???
My best friend and I went to Taylor Swift’s concert on the 6th. I’m a TS crazed fan, so I was uber excited! Phenomenal. She never ceases to amaze me with her live performances.
And, I’ve certainly been enjoying the very few days of sun that we’ve had this summer. The weather has been so insane lately. Mother Nature has a serious case of the blues.
Sweat does wonders for my hair…said no one ever. I hope everyone else is having a great summer! :)9 notes
It took me a little while to open up this magazine and relive this tragedy. I wasn’t physically present, but I was emotionally and spiritually present. Running has made me feel like I actually belong somewhere. It gave me confidence. And what I had to endure to get where I am today has made me very strong. I may be fighting an injury, but I will always be a runner. This issue will be tucked away in a safe place.
I tried these new flavors after spotting them in Target several weeks ago. I’m certain that I embarrassed my mother with my overly excited facial expression. The Carrot Cake flavor is spot on, and the Sierra Trail Mix isn’t my new favorite, but it’s tasty nonetheless!
I finally ordered prints of the pictures from when I had my guest appearance on the Today Show. I bought the above picture frame when I was in NYC at the NBC store. I can’t believe that this happened over 6 months ago already!
Since hitting another setback in my recovery, I’ve been focusing on the things I can do, like lifting weights. I’m finally noticing progress! I started with 8 lb dumbbells, and now I’m up to 12-15 lbs! I’m finding it very difficult in getting rid of my bingo wings. Unfortunately, there are some things that you truly can’t fix without surgery after losing a lot of weight. PS: You can see my running medals and my tragic caricature from NYC in the background of the left picture. I told the artist to draw me as runner. He drew me skipping along the sidewalk with a purse. Close enough.
Women’s Running Magazine recently released my magazine article on their website. I saw it on a day that I was feeling down, so it was definitely a pleasant surprise. :)
I finally got my big girl license! I absolutely couldn’t wait for this day! I no longer have to look at that bright red line ‘UNDER 21 UNTIL 07/25/2009,’ and my picture actually looks like me again. Double win!
Last year when I went to Wildwood, NJ with Sean, they came thisclose to refusing to serve me the margarita that I had ordered. The bartender wasn’t convinced that it was me, and it also doesn’t help that I look like I’m 16 years old. I pleaded and offered to show her my Facebook and a couple of my before pictures. She finally believed me after a few embarrassing back and forth moments that we shared.
Last but certainly not least, Sean’s (#44) adult league hockey team (Ice Holez) made the playoffs. Last weekend, I played it off like I wasn’t going to be able to make it to his game, and then I surprised him by showing up to cheer him on. He was super duper happy, and that made me ecstatic! I love seeing this boy smile. :)
All in all, life hasn’t been too eventful. I’m still in the painstaking process of getting everything squared away for my return to school for Early Childhood Education. There’s just so much to do, and so little time! I’m excited to get the ball rolling though. It’s never ever too late to put a dream into action.9 notes