Healthy life choices

I am laying on the couch, watching the Biggest Loser Finale, after eating a huge cinnamon-roll-dinner. How could I NOT feel good about myself right now?

Sore muscles and awkward situations

I had a massage this week. Doctors orders, of course. Let me tell you, it was Amazazing! At first I felt a little weird because the person giving me a massage was a short, middle-aged man. I don't know, there is something about being naked on a bed, in front of a guy, only separated by a sheet, that is just weird. But, after the massage started, I quickly got over my apprehension. I have another scheduled for next week. Maybe, if the guy is lucky, I will actually shave my legs beforehand. I'm just feeling that generous right now. Must be the Christmas season.

My white trash apartment complex

Dear Lady in #2,

I am writing you this letter after much contemplation. Although I do not want to be an annoying neighbor, I must point out the MANY things that you have done to irritate me. After reading this, do not feel free to write me back.

I first became aware of you when I moved into this apartment (about 4 months ago). It was early in the morning, around 8am, and the cutest little 4 year old boy had just run outside (from the complex, I believe he lives in #4) and was shouting at his parents "Come on! Come on! Come on!" It was at that moment that I heard you yell from your bedroom window, "Shut up!!!". I mean, seriously? Who does that?

My second encounter with you was approximately 2 months ago. You had just gotten home from somewhere (lets say work) and you were talking on the phone and walking towards the building. It was at that exact moment that you dropped your phone (and I am assuming you broke it) and began shouting, "F***!!! F***ing F***!!!". And, as you made your way up the stairs you screamed one final, "F***!!".

The final reason for you completely and utterly pissing me off happened just this last Sunday. I was laying in bed, sleeping, and I am guessing that you were attempting to as well. There was a dog barking every now and then across the street, when all of a sudden I heard you scream, "Shut your F***ing dog up!!!". If I was that dog owner, I would have started kicking my dog, just so he would bark more.

Thank you for listening to the reasons why you have thoroughly annoyed the fecal matter out of me.

Sincerely,
Your loving neighbor :)

P.S. One last question. Why did you feel that your Dodge Neon needed a personalized license plate with your name on it? I'm honestly just wondering. Do you think my Ford Focus could sport a personalized plate?

P.P.S. Please don't slash my tires.

Touched by an Angel

I literally had the best day of my life today. Why? Because I went to the Chiropractor (I was a chiropractic virgin) and I am pretty sure she changed my life. Dead serious, people. I have had some minor back problems since I was in High School, but never felt like they were bad enough to do anything about. In the last year I have been suffering from bad headaches and an aching neck every single day. It is pretty much the most debilitating thing I have ever experienced. I was sick of being in pain and I remembered my friend's mom had talked about the "best Chiropractor" she had ever been to, and I decided to try it out.


As I sat in the waiting room today I had to fill out some papers describing where my pain was, how much it hurt, etc. As I was filling them out I started looking around at all of the people who were there and started second guessing if I should actually be there. I'm not even kidding, the people in the waiting room could barely even walk. Literally, I almost walked out, except they already took a copy of my license and insurance card, so I was pretty much stuck.

As I met with the Doctor I started telling her how other doctors have never really acknowledged my headaches, and one of them actually had the nerve to nonchalantly ask me if I thought I had a brain tumor?! Hello! You're the doctor, you tell me! So, after telling her everything, she did an exam on me and basically told me that the muscles in my neck and back are ridiculously tight (A.K.A. my body sucks) and most of the headaches are probably tension headaches and due to the fact that I sleep on my stomach. Do you want to know why I sleep on my stomach? It's basically the only comfortable position to sleep in. Everybody knows this.

Also, she "aligned" or "adjusted" or something like that, my body. Oh. My. Goodness. It felt so amazing! Not only that, I seriously love her because I have a prescription for a massage this Wednesday and next Tuesday, before I meet with her again!

My new obsession: Chiropractors.

Cruise!

About to board the ship! Jami was sad because she couldn't find her passport and had to use her birth cert.
Towel animals are fun.

I consumed an average of 12,000 calories per day (or was it per hour)?

I believe that this is us attempting to be sexy...or creepy.

Ready to go dancing!

The girls on formal night (Katie, Jami, Julia, Me, Heather, and Lauren).

Formal night.

Second Formal night.

With some break dancers that were on the ship.

The faces we use to pick up guys. Works every time.

Just showin off my massive muscles, that's all.

Not even kidding, I found this HUGE underwear underneath my bed on the last day of the trip. I thought it was one of the guys' that we were with. Turns out, it wasn't. I ran out of clean underwear and wore that home.

Grand Cayman

In Grand Cayman we went snorkeling on a reef and then the boat took us to stingray city, where tons of stingrays were just swimming all around us! One of the guides had me hold a huge one! It was so sweet, but I was scared to death that it was going to do me in like it did the Crocodile Hunter.

This is at a beach that we went to after our snorkeling and stingray excursion. Oh, and this is us being models. Obviously.
Jami and I on the boat taking us to the snorkeling reef.
Craig and I jumping in!
Swimming with a Stingray.

Muah, snorkeling.

Soft Sand.

My artistic photography. This crab was actually dead. But it looks alive, doesn't it?

Shopaholism is genetic...

So, I try not to watch too much TV, but the other night on MTV there was a show that I couldn't miss. It was called True Life: I'm a Shopaholic. The main reason I watched is because I was seriously fearful that I may have a problem. Turns out, I'm safe. Those girls were crazy! One girl would leave in the middle of a date just to go buy something! Let me tell you, if I was lucky enough to be on a date, I definitely would not leave it early! Also, they had maxed out ridiculous amounts of credit cards, and would buy clothes instead of paying bills. I am not that bad, by any means. I do blame my SMALL shopping problem on one individual though...my Dad. For example, here is the conversation I had with my father on Black Friday (for you ignorant fools, Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving. A.K.A. The biggest shopping day of the year).

Dad: Holly, did you buy my Christmas present yet?

Me: Um, er, well...no.

Dad: Ok, I went through all of the ads that were in the newspaper yesterday and I have compiled a list of everything that I want (Dad showing me a list of 20-30 items). I have also cut out the ads of the items I want and written on them what store they are at. So, which one do you want to buy me?

Me: What about it being a surprise?

Dad: Well, you have to pick one now because whatever you don't buy me, I am just going to go and buy myself.

Me: (Reaching for an ad) I guess I will take this one.

Dad: And you have to go buy it today because they are all on sale, and if it's not on sale, I don't want it.

My Dad is an amazing shopper, I just keep trying to live up to that! Also, when he opens presents he will ask where we got it, usually we will say something like, "Wal-Mart". He will then respond, "I saw it cheaper at Costco, I'm taking this back". Oh, how I love my father!

shop·a·hol·ic (shŏp'ə-hô'lĭk, -hŏl'ĭk) Pronunciation Key n. A person who shops compulsively or very frequently.