"That Gives A Whole New Meaning To The Term 'Cock Sucker'" And Other Clever Word Plays

The past days of vacation have been absolutely the kind of days you can't plan to be as fun as they are. I've spent countless hours in the sun, taken lazy afternoon naps, and eaten the most beautiful gourmet dinners in sexy little black dresses. There is a state of mind that I fall into every time I am here. The hours no longer matter and for that reason they pass oh so slowly in the lazy afternoon and fly past in the evening. A place like this is the kind of environment you know is healthy. When fresh fruit is the food of choice and laughter comes as easily as the sun in the morning there is no denying that I am in a happy place.
This morning it rained, a long soaking rain and when I woke up I was the first one awake. I decided that it was the perfect oppurtunity to sit and listen to the rain and start a new book. When I realized the rain was going to let up I jumped on the tread mill to pass some time and by the time I was done we realized that it was the perfect day for Mahjongg. So peggy came over and she, nana, and I taught Kels to play. By then the sun had come out and I swam a few laps before Kels and I headed to the beach to hear the drums at sunset.
Now I know the beginning of this entry sounds so unlike my normal writing style but it's like being in a dream here sometimes. It's so beautiful. Kels and Papa and I head back to Columbus tomorrow for all of the services for Grandpa next week (let the awkward-uncomfortable-frustrating encounters begin!). I'm dreading all of it but I try to remember to enjoy the time I have left. God, I feel so good here. It's like normal Krista times 10. It's refreshing. I think I may come back for a few days right before school starts.
I haven't been working out like crazy every day but most of the time I'm pretty busy and moving a lot so I end up getting plenty of exercise anyway. Today I got a good run. I laughed at myself this afternoon when I starting beating myself up for eating rice cakes and frozen yogurt. Seriously! Then I took a step back and was like WOAH! First of all you're on vacation and second of all, if that's the worst thing you're eating on forementioned vacation you're doing pretty damn good. I reminded myself that this vacation is about the memories and funny inside jokes (refer to title for example) that I will take from this week (along with lots and lots of pictures).

1. Sunshine
2. long walks on the beach
3. movies
4. cappucino chip forzen yogurt
5. all of the people on vacation with me

Make it Count.

Death Sucks. When people die it means awkward meetings with people you haven't seen in forever or maybe never even met. A death means a sudden change in plans. When someone dies it automatically makes a family gathering something to be dreaded. My grandpa died today. I never talked about him in my blog but he was great. He's been sick for a while and I've become familiar with words like Cancer, internal bleeding, ICU, tests, chemo. I knew he was going to die but not while I'm enjoying the highlight of my summer. Not on the day I was supposed to spend with Nana, Papa and Kels wandering our way through Epcot. But it did. Now there are events to plan and black out fits to be worn, flights to re arrange and vacations to cut short. I hate thinking selfish thoughts like these but it seems that I just can't help thinking things like, why now and couldn't you have waited. But when all that passes and I put on my big girl face I think about how much I can't stand watching my dad cry and how much I hate how touchy feely my sister gets when all I want is space (like continents away space...how about i just backpack my way to europe so i won't have to deal with it anyway). I think about how many people are going to line up and say "Your grandpa was a great man." I'm hsis grand daughter! Don't you think i FUCKING know that! Days will pass with people telling me all of the great things about my grandpa that I already knew. After I got over the shock this morning I realized that I now have 3 more days of vacation and I plan to pack as much into them as I can.
ANd through my cynicism of death I realized quite a romantic idea about life. It's about making it last and making every moment count. No longer can we say "Oh we can do that tomorrow" because we have 2 days less than we planned to do these things. It's not just about making sure I work out every day and always eat the right things. It's about feeling good and spending every moment with these people until I have to go back for 2 days of awkward family gatherings.
So this blog is dedicated as more of a toast to making every moment count.

To Best Friends Who Fit Your Family Better Than You

This vacation has proved to be one of the best ever. I was so worried that Kels would feel uncomfortable or we would butt heads. I thought maybe everybody wouldn't quite mesh. After 3 days here Kels seems to almost fit in with my Nana and her best friend than I do. It's so funny to watch them all talk. Yesterday we went out to lunch at this lovely restaurant that has (usually) wonderful food. As we sat there talking we got on the subject of books and being a former english teacher and a lover of books, my nana's best friend started talking about shakespeare. Kels dove right and off they went. I couldn't help but think "Why was Kels not born into my family instead of me?" My brilliant best friend who loves art and music and Shakespeare seems to have so much more in common with my nana than I do.
As for me fitting in workouts has proved to be no problem at all but certainly a pain in the ass. Nana's treadmill is so different from mine that the day we got here after finishing my run I felt like it was my first time. It sucks but it has to be done. By the time I get home my treadmill will seem like a cake walk. Every piece of clothing I have bought is a size 6 or small. That feels SO good! that means that I must be SMALLER than I was before. Today we're on our way to Orlando for our roadtrip to see Cirque. So I'm taking 3 days of no working out (prevented only by my promising kels i wouldn't bring my running shoes) and I hope I don't start going into convulsions. The weather is beautiful and I dedicate this blog to the rest of the week =]

A Toast To New Hairstyles and Little Black Dresses

2nd grade- I had a butch haircut after refusing to let my mother brush my hair. This one reflected my stupidity
3rd grade- When I went to summer camp for the first time I was forced into learning to do my own hair. I junked it up with every hair clip I owned. (Don't think i'm kidding. My mom bought a bunch just for camp.) Yet another disaster
8th grade- Thick, red, not tamed or styled. a lot longer. Now I was trying to be girly without effort or any clue as to how to do my hair.
Freshman year- Chopped it to right at my chin and straightened it for the most part. At 5'3" weighing in at 176 pounds and obviously no cheekbones, that was the worst idea I ever had. Even worse when I decided to started dating the ugliest boy in the world. I still cringe
Sophomore and Junior year- With some blonde highlights and my hair grown out to well past my shoulders, I looked pretty good. It fit the girl that I was becoming quite well. It was almost always styled and I learned to work with my natural curl.
SENIOR YEAR!- This past week I went to a new girl to get my hair cut at a new salon (my old girl was starting to do a shit job). She took off multiple inches so that my hair just hits my shoulders and added a lot more layers. I wasn't expecting a color change but when I said "You go ahead and just have fun. I trust you. Do whatever you want" she decided to jump on the chance to add a brighter blonde and tone it down with some of my natural red. So long story short my hair looks HOTTT!

The point of this timeline is that I realized after getting my hair done that it was more than just a haircut. It played an intrical part in me hitting a point in which I know I am doing something right. I know that I am on the right track and it is obvious as my physucal self becomes more attractive that my inner self is doing the same. I started running after spring break and what used to be run a lap, walk a lap (4 laps for 1 mile total: walking 1/2 running 1/2 = a struggle) is now over 2 miles. I'm growing by leaps and bounds.
Last weekend mom and I went to Huntington and I practiced with the team. Not just watched but actually got involved. And after staying with one of the girls (she's pretty much my cheer idol) I learned that she was once in my shoes EXACTLY! One saturday night with the team was all it took for me to realize "Oh yeah. This is it. This is my place."
Kelsie and I are headed to Florida tomorrow and I can't wait. Not only is it 10 days with my best friend but it's also kind of like a check point. 3 months ago I went down there a depressed unhappy overweight mess. Not suicidal and obese but enough to make me feel like shit. I'm going down there a new person. I found myself again. The Krista that wears size small little black dresses with red heals and lays out by the pool basking in the sun and shops for cute shorts not sweatpants. When I started this blog I was busting out of my clothes and and hated wearing my heals because it meant wearing something other than sweats. So with a new hair style, freshly waxed brows (they were looking bad....) and a new outlook, I'm SO ready for vacation.

1. new hair (unexpectedly)
2. goals
3. best friends
4. little black dresses
5. red heals