Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Twerk After Work

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I no longer have a case of the Monday's. Thanks to Crunk Cardio, the first day back to work receives a cushion that evening with 1 hour of crunk. What's that you may say? Picture a cup of hot chocolate. Now throw in a few marshmallows. That's my Crunk Cardio class. My friends and I stick out like a sore thumb, but slowly and surely we are melting into the class and fitting right in. With a LIVE DJ, dimmed lights with colored accents, and always different dance moves, it's like I'm at a bar having the time of my life...sober. 


It's no surprise to hear that I love to dance. If you know me, you've seen it. If  you don't, picture the last wedding you went to, or even a bar with a dance floor. Now think of the one idiot who couldn't decide if she was on Dancing with the Stars, in the background of the hottest rap video, or cousins with Elaine from Seinfeld. That's me. When I hear music my body just starts moving. Like my singing voice, my moves could use some fine tuning, but with many weeks under my belt, I'd say there's been some improvement. 


About a year or so ago I found Crunk Cardio in Spartanburg. It was amazing. I had never sweat so much in 1 hour and to make it even better, it was and is, $5. The trip to Spartanburg was a little taxing so I only went back a few times. I kept my name on the email list and thankfully so. I received an email saying they were coming to Greenville! If it's Monday, I'm there. With the assistance of Instagram and Facebook, the fan base has grown. Now we roll 10-15 deep in there sometimes. I hope they like their marshmallows.  Thinking they do. Holler if you want to join!




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Thursday, October 2, 2014

Old Bae

28 years ago, at roughly 9:30am, my mother was blessed with her third daughter. That golden ray of sunshine right there is me. She thought it would be her last, so she referred to me as her angel and always dressed me in white. Though 2 years later the twinkle of her eye, William James Hennessey IV, arrived. That's neither here nor there. Soon she would realize that "angel" was of a different breed. Calling constantly, giving every detail to every story, and showing pictures to supplement all of the above. I am more a bug in her ear than anything else.

When I turned 25 I remember calling her on my birthday and was almost having somewhat of a quarter-life crisis. 

Do you remember the game MASH that you played as a kid? It was a fortune telling game for your future. In middle school when I played MASH and was asked for an age for certain life events, my choices were typically 22, 23, 24....maybe 23, 24, 25. 


So when speaking to my mother at 25 and having what appeared to be nothing accomplished, you can imagine the dismay. I had just left a relationship, I was moving for the 1 millionth time, was in a fun job but made beans for a living (so to speak), was driving a car not attached to my name, etc., etc. I was quickly reminded that I played MASH in a spiral notebook accompanied by a mechanical pencil, while sitting on a yellow bus, with a Walkman attached to my Limited Too bell-bottom jeans. At least we have made progress in a few categories.

At 28 I can't help but think about that conversation had a few years ago and where things have gone/what's "crossed off the list". With hundreds, probably thousands, of pictures attached to the years on Facebook it's easy to take a glance. 26 was good, 27 was better, and I am hoping this year will be the best. Just looking ahead at the next few months there are some pretty cool things around the corner. 

When discussing my upcoming birthday with a friend, he made reference to us both being Libras. I have never put much thought into my zodiac sign, but then he shared this with me (taken from here):

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These people are rarely lazy.  It is pretty unusual for them to express anger, but when they do it is usually a storm. They nailed that last one. 

They are extremely positive and decisive in all their thoughts and actions. Good natured and loving, they enjoy talking to people Probably too much, I know my short stories are long, yet can also be very attentive listeners. 

They are often very psychic, have curious presentiments, and yet so strongly endowed are they with the desire to reason out everything, that their love of exact proof* usually overwhelms their psychic powers. *This was my "AhHa" moment. I get it now. I was born that way. 

LIBRA is the zodiac sign of Partnership. These people's energies are focused on melding and combining with others; they are at their best in personal relationships. Born under the sign of the Scales, they strive for balance and harmony and are happiest when their environment is ordered and serene. Fact: I have always found, for me, it is easier to offer forgiveness then to ask for it.

More:http://www.gotohoroscope.com/libra-meanings.html


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Kinda scary close on all fronts, the good and the bad. What's even more interesting is looking at other people and the traits aligned with their sign. I guess it's that curiosity that got the best of me, but most of the descriptions were spot on. Take a look for yourself.

I plan to spend 28 with those that care, judge me not, look to laugh, and are open to anything. Happy Birthday to me...and the rest of you Libra betches.


Loving these kids for putting together a fun night of celebrating. xoxo


Thursday, September 4, 2014

Free Fallin'

7 years ago almost to the day, I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane at 14,000 feet. It feels about that time to do it again. The first time was spontaneous and the experience was shared with some of the most chill, genuine friends I've had the pleasure of partying with. It was 2007 and was one of the most glorious summers I spent in the Outer Banks. The music choice for the video...ehh...a little questionable. But, I guess legit to have. If you haven't gone, give it a go. Hell ask me to go with you, at least you know I'll document everything. 



I always thought the pull back of the parachute would bother me - definitely unlike anything you're expecting. Your feet just swing underneath you. It's amazingly gentle. The flight up was the "worst" part, if there was one. Just when I thought I was at the top and ready to jump, the guy literally was just opening the door to get some "fresh air". I had another 7,000 feet to climb. It was a really hot day, but we were told the air up there would be freezing. It was. Signing a death waiver was also interesting. My mother literally made the 4 of us kids take a group picture before I left. If she really thought I wasn't coming back, is that all she really needed - one last picture? Sounds familiar. I turn into her more everyday. I went, I came back alive, and ready to do it again. It's time. 


"We should go skydiving tomorrow"..."Ok sure lets go". It was that easy.

Bombs away....

Being in college + drinking beer everyday + eating junk all summer somewhat
explains this face.....throw rapid speeds and blasts of air to the face
and I'd say I've explained my looks here. Cool shot none the less.
#TBT

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Pull The Trigger

I have been wanting to go shoot guns for a while. Growing up, I had the privilege of being around a lot of farm land where my father would hunt ducks and geese. The Eastern Shore of Maryland didn't shy away from it's gun use, but for me it was always a shotgun. Hand guns were never in my realm. When I lived alone almost 2 years ago, I thought about getting my CWP and making a purchase, but had never used one. Even my experience with a shot gun is a distant memory. It seemed a little far fetched and I was clueless... after today, I see the light. After several months of trying to nail down a time to go, plus with the assistance of someone who actually knows what they're doing, I headed to the Palmetto State Armory



A little shy on the lane at first, I quickly warmed up and went for the double tap. I was told that I did very well for a first timer and that my accuracy was great enough to pass the test, should I choose to do that. My tiny little hands wrapped around a Glock 19, which apparently is thee gun for me. I got to hold something a little smaller (I think a Glock 27?), but was told the kickback may be a little too much. Maybe I'll try that next time. There will definitely be a next time.




#TriggerTuesday

#RoundsonRoundsonRounds



Monday, August 25, 2014

Bang Bang

"Bang Bang" - not a fan at first, but it's growing on me, and for some reason today I can't seem to get enough. #CrunkCardio is tonight, and I might just have to place a special request.