SPRING BREAK!

The phrase spring break brings to mind different things for different people. There are many ways to spend this beautiful week and here are a few days to do it:

Going Someplace Warm--er-- Although the weather is warming up and the snow is melting, some people go south for the spring--break. I watched last week as people packed up their cars in flip flops and winter jackets (after all, there was still snow on the ground) for warmer weather; to foreign places like Cancun, the Bahamas, Florida. This is the stereotypical view of how college students spend their spring breaks, but do remember not all college students can afford the lavish luxury of Florida.

Becoming Sleeping Beau or Beauty-- This is the natural reaction to a vacation. Sleeping 12+ hours a day, catching up on all that beauty sleep that was deprived during those late nights and all nighters. However, as soon as you get back to school and get back into a routine, things become more tiring and more hectic.

Doing Homework--Worst idea to spend your spring break. Yes, you can get ahead for the next few weeks of school. But, breaks are for resting and relaxing. Why ruin that to get ahead? You will just end up feeling stressed the next week ahead, because you didn't get rest.

Catching Up-- Probably the best way to spend a break. Sleeping, eating, shopping, catching up with people you haven't seen for a long time.

Applying for Jobs-- Graduation is only 2 months away...

None of Your Busy-Ness

            Through scientific research, consisting of me creeping on people, I have come to the conclusion—everyone is busy. Anywhere in the world right now, people are busy. That is right, it is spreading. It’s probably oozing through your walls and seeping into your air supply as you are reading this. But please, don’t stop breathing. I don’t want you to pass out before I reach my point.

            Now, a plethora of people are busier than others but are busy nonetheless. However, I find that people will have verbal contests to determine who is busier. Person A will say, “I have to work then go to six classes in one day with five midterms.” Person B will reply, “Well, I have to work three jobs today and go to eight classes with nine midterms even though I am only taking five courses.” It gets ridiculous. And if you are thinking right now I don’t that, then you’re a dirty liar. I will admit, I do this A LOT without even noticing it. Even if I know the person on the end probably has as much work as I do. It wasn’t until my friends pointed it out in a not so subtle conversation in a McDonald’s parking lot that I even noticed I was doing it.

            In truth, we all have things on in our lives that other people don’t understand. You can’t determine what is going on in other people’s lives nor can you determine if your things are more bountiful and/or more difficult. (Unless you are comparing your life to my parents’ dog, Carlie, who sleeps all day, because you probably are busier than her. If you creep on my Facebook, or at least see my dad’s comments on my wall, then you understand Romeo is also busy tearing down wallpaper and/or opening the zipper on his dog bed and eating the foam inside). In my experience, if you tell someone he or she is not as busy as you or not busy at all, he or she will not react well.

            If you really do want a blood thirsty zombie in front of you who wants to tear out your throat and have it as a light snack, then tell someone he or she is not busy. Or you could be smart and understand someone else’s busy-ness is none of your business.

Isn't He a Dog?

              Ever have one of these conversations?

            “My baby will be turning a year old in March, he has beautiful black hair and is such a good boy.” “Isn’t he a dog?”

            I will be the first to admit that I am obsessed with my dog. Like, not even in a joking matter, he is my baby. All my pictures on my phone of are him or stained glass pieces I made of him. His name is Romeo Jude Paul, he will be a year old on March 24^th, he hates noises like sighing, loves his bffl Carlie who is not too fond of him and he is starting obedience lessons soon. However, as an avid dog lover, I feel there is a fine line between loving your dog and loving your dog too much. Here is a little list I pieced together:

1. Clothing—I am not taking about sweaters that people sometimes have to whip out when the temperature is in the negatives and they don’t want their dog to freeze to death. I’m talking about full on frilly outfits that they always have on clearance at Petco because not everyone is crazy enough to buy them. Chances are your dog doesn’t want to wear clothes and will try to take them off by rubbing against things. Sometimes he or she succeeds. This should be a sign. Don’t dress your dog!
2. Letting the Dog Drive—There have been many instances that I have seen someone drive by and there, sitting in the driver’s seat, in the driver’s hand is a dog. This is not necessary. Your dog will be just as if not more comfortable in the back or passenger’s seat. For those of you saying your dog likes to sit in the driver’s seat, so did Romeo when I first got him but my mom and I trained him to sit in the back when we are driving.
3. Professional Photographs of Your Dog— This is something parents do with children, not dogs and that is the way it should be. Your photographs of your dog are enough. Trust me. They were taken with love, which is truthfully, more than a photographer can capture. Please do not take your dog to Sear’s every year for his or her annual photograph.
4. Throwing Your Dog a Birthday Party—I will be the first to admit, I make a big deal of my dog’s birthday. By big deal I have my mom say happy birthday to Carlie or Romeo, because I am not home, and may post it on Facebook. I bet there are people out there who have big blowouts for their dogs complete with cake, invitations and party hats. Though I have never witnessed one, I bet they are out there. Your dog does not know what is going on. He or she is not a child and won’t remember ten years from now that you forgot his or her birthday.

I do crazy things for my dogs because I love both Romeo and Carlie. However, there are people who have a little too much love for their dogs. It is okay to tone down the love. I promise, you won’t turn into Michael Vick if you do.

Attention Online Shoppers!

One of my favorite things to do is online window shopping. I adore it. There’s something about looking through thousands of outfits without getting out of your pajamas or your computer chair that seems a million times better than the mall. Another wonderful thing about window shopping is being able to put your items in your “shopping bag,” seeing how much it will all cost you and opting out for the cheapest route by not buying anything.

            I am one of those online window shoppers who receives all the e-mails and Facebook messages about what’s on sale, what is new, stuff like that. And lately I have been stalking these e-mails thoroughly because I’m hunting for a graduation dress. Then I saw this little treasure from one of the stores I usually shop: Prairie Romance wear.

            When you see something called Prairie Romance wear on your computer in the 21^st century, excuse my language, but you sure as hell look into it. I clicked the magic link that brought me to an eye sore of floral, plaid, tans and roses, and some Amish looking hats. I love fashion as much as the next crazed 20-something girl who wakes up at 9am on a Saturday so she can get to the clothes first and faster, but the amount of floral hurt my eyes just glancing at it. I might have to actually wear my glasses now to heal my corneas.

            I too went through the I-wear-grandma’s-couch-as-a-dress days back in the early nineties when I didn’t actually dress myself. But these women parading around in floral cocktail dresses, pearls, leather high heels and socks with bows on them actually got paid to do it. What’s even worse it if someone actually bought it.

            Granted, most of my knowledge comes from the Little House on the Prairie books, but I am sure women on the prairie never had frilly socks, cocktail dresses or pearls when they were walking miles for clean water, working back-breaking long hours in the garden for like four potatoes, giving birth to ten children or constantly sweeping all that dirt out of their constant dusty log cabins.

            What’s next fashion world? Civil war wear for the modern day working woman?

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, Blah, Blah, Blah

It was that time of year on Monday. V Day. VD Day. Happy Single’s Awareness Day. Whatever you call it, there is no way in avoiding the very secular holiday of Valentine’s Day. Across my travels and observations of the last 21 years, I have discussed there are many different ways in which a person can celebrate Valentine’s Day. Here are a few:

The We-Aren’t-Going-to-Get-Each-Other-Something-But-If-You-Don’t-I’ll-Be-Pissed: Long title, I know. It is long for a reason too, because you can’t capture the magic of the Valentine practice without it. You know the couple. The ones that say they are so secure about their relationship, they don’t need one day out of the year to prove their love for each other. Blah, blah, blah. Then, the 14^th comes around and there is no flowers, chocolate, Hallmark card and/or giant stuffed bear and they are pissed at each other for a week until they literally kiss and make up. Trust me, it happens. My advice to you: Talk. There’s nothing more to say. Tell your significant other that you want something—even a hand written card would work. There’s no shame in telling that special someone you like the holiday.

The Flashers: Yep, this sounds dirty, but it really isn’t. I needed the term to empathize my point. Do I have your attention? Good. Flashers are those people who go out and buy/receive a dozen red roses, get that large box of Whitman’s, and get a ridiculously giant sized bear that will probably be a size nuisance in about three weeks. They are the people who show everyone that they are in a relationship. My advice: though I am happy you have found love and are enthusiastic about it, turn it down a little. Just for the rest of us. We live in this world too. Let’s share.

The Super Secret Anonymous Valentine: We’ve all seen these in movies. The girl/guy who gets flowers delivered or a loving note and wonders—who is this from? Who could have a crush on me? *Insert blush here* Even though that person knows that it is Johnny from chemistry class who has been sneaking you heart-felt glances every so often. My advice: do what you will. If you like this person, go for it. If you don’t, then don’t do anything. The choice is really up to you. Sometimes it is just easier for someone to admit their true feelings when the environment calls for it.

The Cupids: Goes along with the super secret anonymous valentine. The Cupid is the carrier of the cards, the flaunter of the flowers, the teddy bear benefactor. This is the person who surprises that special someone. My advice: Good for you. You keep the spirit of this holiday alive by showing love and risk. It may or may not pay off, but at least you tried and that is what matters most.

The Passers: These are those people who really really really hope that guy/girl will ask them out on such a romantic occasion. We’ve all had that friend with the sick fantasies about a relationship that is probably going to never happen because your friend doesn’t realize he/she has to make the first move. My advice to you: Don’t sit by. He/she does NOT have telekinesis. Use your words.

The Ba-Humbuggers: These are the people are those ones that draw the blinds, stay in their pajamas all day and curse the day the card company ever decided this was a holiday. Most likely, the Humbugger has a pint of Ben and Jerry’s or two. My advice to this people: you do have people who love you, such as friends, parents, pets, who appreciate you and love you and you should repay them back. The world will not end because you don’t have a significant other.

The “Friendly” Fiend: This is the person who gets all those Valentine joys from a multitude of gentlemen/lady callers. The person others call very “lovable” to be nice. My advice: save some men/ladies for the rest of us, please!

Do some calculations and be honest with yourself. I’m sure you will discover which one you are. I’ll let you guess which one I was this Valentine’s Day. I will give you a hint—I got flowers.

Snow Slum

            Some of you probably read my article from December that expressed my desperation for a snow storm. Fast forward into the future and here I am, walking around snow banks that are taller than me. And the kicker is, we didn’t have to sacrifice anyone to the snow gods—this actually came naturally.

            Now a majority of you remembered that last week was Groundhog’s Day. You don’t recall? Well, maybe that is because the groundhog was buried in snow because of that day’s snow storm.

            When I was younger, a.k.a. when I was in high school, I used to wish more than anything that the groundhog would not see its shadow. I remember from the show Little Bear that used to be on Nick Jr. that a shadow scared away the groundhog and that no shadow didn’t (probably youtube the video and you won’t forget). So I wished and wished and wished. And every single year the groundhog saw his shadow and went to sleep for another six weeks. Now, I have no objections for sleeping a little later, but WAKE UP, GROUNDHOG! It is time to be out and about, dancing around and making all that snow do away.

            I must say, the worst part about this winter/spring situation is that, since I live on the third floor of a house, I wake up in the morning and the sun is shining and the temperature is controlled to a nice 71° inside. I instantly believe it is spring. Then I look outside at the ground and the red fire hydrant across the street is almost completely covered in snow and the bleak trees stand like ugly toothpicks jutting out of the ground. I want warmth! I want color! I want spring! I want fruit every color of the rainbow. I want to drink outside while basking in the natural warmth of the sun. I want the little golden dandelions budding from luscious grass. I want the slackers sitting outside, blaring music and tanning when they are supposed to be in class.

            Six more weeks of winter (but probably more) might mean a sacrifice to the spring gods.

Committ to Be Fit-- or Just Do the New Yorker

            During the 36,838,783 snow days we have had lately, my roommates and I have decided to turn to exercise videos for our daily dose of activity. The gym, or “bubble” as many of you know from here it as, is still open during snow days, but it is a 20 minute walk from senior housing on a day with no snow. One of my roommates suggested we use the exercise video her and her mom use at home and, with it being a lazy snow day, we all agreed.

            First of all, I need to say that this video is not your mother’s jazzercise video from the late 80’s/early 90’s where a woman who is or looks like Paula Abdul is wearing a one piece, brightly colored spandex leotard. However, the video we used, Walking with Leslie Sansone, did claim to have “hit music,” which it did—from the 1970’s. Basically, the concept of the video is to walk three miles in place and burn a lot of calories.

            It began with two of my roommates, Daniela and Katie, and me, walking in the middle of our cramped living room with the curtains drawn. Two more of my roommates, C.C. and Ylianna, walked in to make lunch for themselves, but they also started walking with Leslie.

            Then chaos ensued.

            For one, the five of us created a new exercise position called “The New Yorker,” where one power walks in place with a cell phone in one hand and a trenta in the other (which A. if you haven’t heard of a trenta, it is the new 31 oz. size from Starbuck’s and B. one of the roommates walking, C.C., is from Brooklyn and has admittedly done “The New Yorker” on occasion).

            Secondly, we created new names for the women in the music video. Katie, who owned the video said that her and her mom called the fitness instructor, Leslie, Sarah Celine, because she looks like Celine Dion and sounds like Sarah Palin (which is so true, google the woman if you don’t believe me). So, coming into this, we knew we were walking with Sarah Celine. Even though Sarah Celine mentioned all the names of the walkers with her on many instances, we all assigned names to them anyways. There was a woman who looked like Liza Minnelli, who we named “Liza.” There was a woman named Mary, who Sarah Celine said, and I quote, “Mary and I love tag teaming together,” in reference to letting Mary take control of the exercise for two minutes; thus, she became “Tag Team Mary.” There was a woman named Jo, who Sarah Celine referenced to as “Grandma Jo” and the name stuck. And then there was a 60 year old woman named Carol, who lost 65 pounds, and who Sarah Celine kept making fun of the entire video and we came up with a scenario that Carol would come in with a gun.

            If this wasn’t bad enough, we assigned each other characters of the video. Katie became Sarah Celine because she knew the video better than the rest of us. C.C. became Carol, because it is her last name and because Carol had a gun (we tease C.C. that because she is from Brooklyn, she carries a gun). Daniela became Liza, because Liza was the only brunette in the video in a sea of blondes and Daniela was acting like she was a non-conformist. Ylianna became Sarah Celine’s daughter, Maria, because that is her middle name. And I got the reward of being Tag Team Mary, because Katie and I used to share a room last year.

            In the end, the exercise video became more interesting because we were doing it as friends, together, and doing crazy stuff. And luckily, to counter the same repetitious cycle of a single video, Katie bought more. I think I can hear those 1970’s hits starting up…time for Sarah Celine!