Well, its been a while...
Oddly enough, I just received a comment in my almost two year old post and it reminded me that I still have this blog...sooooo, I guess I'll write about stuff.
Hmm...stuff to write about.
Well, for one thing, I am still quite busy. I coach and play sports still...ALTHOUGH I broke my Fibula in August.
Now, I've never broken a bone before in my LIFE...a few torn ligaments, sure, but I didn't know what a broken bone felt like...so when I collided with a large man while playing football, I just thought I pulled my calf or something...
So. I walked off the field, after the game I walked to my car, then to my house, then to my couch...sat there for a while before I thought that 'maybe' I should google 'symptoms of a broken bone'. Sure enough, broken bone....FML.
So I had a cast thing, then a boot thing, then a tensor. It FINALLY feels better now as my next sport starts this weekend...but I am going to be so out of shape its not even funny. I mean, I rode a bike, did hot yoga and weights but its not the same impact as running....so....if you don't actually hear from me again, I have died on the court.
My best friend got married this summer. So I took her to Spain on a little last 'single lady' kind of hurrah. We went to Cadaques as she has relatives there, we saw Dali's house, went in the ocean, and no trip is complete without being propositioned by some old Spanish guy on the train.
He could not speak very good English, so on the back on one of his sheets in his day planner he wrote:
"I say to you the follow:
That today, tonight I want, I like be, be, with you, doing company.
And I don't return to Jirona town, because, now, the train left me.
Do you want.
I promise to you that's will like
Me gustos mucho y quiero Hacerte el amor, I que me lo hayas.
You like very much to me, I want sex with you, just do it for you, and,
if your friend girl want."
Well... I probably looked at him like he was crazy, then told him in Canada, we all wait until Marriage before we engage in such activites...which he didn't believe...hmmm....so we literally ran away from him.
It was a great wedding as it was completely outdoors without any electricity and the only thing that was flowing like water was the wine. I was the first to go ass over tea kettle down the hill in my 4 inch heels (while keeping my drink in tact...a very amazing skill that I didn't know I had) but I was the LAST one to pass out... I also did the speech, which I of course improvised, after a few helpings of wine...but the next morning everyone said my speech was great and my best friend was still talking to me...soooo....point for me!

Finally, I wanted to test the theory if blonds really do have more fun, so I dyed my hair. I am now a brunette. Its going well, people actually are friendlier to you....(this one chick in my industry who I could have sworn HATED my guts...is now giving me helpful tips and being nice) and the douche bag ratio has gone down... (douche bag ratio being guys met to guys who turn out to be douche bags. It is usually 2:1...now I think its more like 3:1) I will continue to give a douche bag report from time to time.
And thats all...to the random dude who requested an update...there you have er!
I'm out.






















