Sometimes you have to go back in order to move forward...

Those of you that have been following the blog I've decided to start from the beginning... please enjoy as we go back in time to when I met these men, fell in love and had my heartbroken. I’d like to say that many of these men shaped my life, but in truth very few did. Some shaped who I have become, some
drastically changed who I wanted to be and yet some just faded into the night. I wish I could say that it all ends Happily Ever After, but this isn’t a romantic comedy. It isn’t about happy endings, at least not the kind I dreamt of as a little girl. Because sometimes in life the princess doesn’t get to keep her
prince. And sometimes the prince is just a frog. But if you take anything from my mismatched romances it is this- the journey is often better than the destination. The names have been changed, but I can guarantee the stories are real. Or at least how I remember them. So sit back, grab a glass of wine and
join me on 4 years of dating, living and laughing.

Monday, January 9, 2006

2006...and whole new me!

“The trouble with jogging is that the ice falls out of your glass”
Martin Mull
Most of my friends are split down the middle about my drinking and night habits. Half say I drink and party way too much. The other half (the ones that are out there with me night after night) think that I’m perfect the way I am. I was in that last category myself. But I’ve had to rethink that after the last couple of weeks. You might be thinking, how much trouble can someone really get into in two weeks? Let me tell you, if you are use to working 14 hours a day and then find yourself with 2 weeks off (PAID!) what else are you going to do with yourself? So I managed to find myself a little fun. Some may say a little too much fun! So for my 12 days of Christmas I got- sex with an ex, tequila shots with a high school teacher, a family friend for Christmas (eve), Mr. Rio Perch, a scheduling mistake resulting in two dates on the same night, Mr. Cutthroat Trout on New Year’s eve, a few bruises from surfing, an adventure rock climbing, a case of strep throat, many bottles of vodka, a couple of orgasms, a few drugs, many many hangovers, lots of stories and one trip to the ER… All in all not a bad Christmas!But after all of that, I have made a decision to slow it down for a bit. So far its one-week and counting. And most of my friendsmdoubted that I would even be able to last a day! But surprisingly I feel fantastic. Who would have thought that not drinking would actually make you feel better? So maybe I will actually be able to stick with this clean living life style. Though I wouldn’t bet too much money
Martin Mull

on it.