The Birthday WEEK

Birthdays Can’t Just Last One Day… Silly…

Birthdays are a time for celebration.  The world would be a totally different place if you weren’t here! “There is no one alive who

Posing with the birthday boy

Posing with the birthday boy

is you’er than you.”

With that said, Desiree and I decided long ago, celebrating a birthday for one day is silly… Birthdays deserve a week of celebration.  We have certainly had some memorable birthday weeks…

When we moved in with BK last May, Desiree’s birthday had already passed, and up to this point, we haven’t had the chance to celebrate any birthdays as the roommates yet.  Well, that all changed this week.  March 1st brought us BK’s birthday, and we definitely ended his birthday week with a bang.

The House Party

It all started with a Facebook event to invite a few people over for drinks Friday night.  Desiree and I ran around before the party, cleaning and gathering the random obvious materials.  Our last stop was the beer outlet where we got five cases, thinking that would be plenty.

Breaking for a picture before lining up the shots...

Breaking for a picture before lining up the shots…

Well by the end of the night, we went through over four of our cases plus the two cases other guests brought along with over six bottles of liquor.  I, apparently, became an expert bartender, and as the night progressed, Desiree and I would pour shots of anything and everything mixed together.  At one point, we were doing shots of sangria with our friends.  Everything became an excuse to do a shot – a new friend arriving, someone saying something funny, or discovering a new bottle… all reasons to drink.

Someone got really drunk and bumped into our TV stand… it broke.   Our TV thankfully is fine, but the stand cracked, and we need a new one.  That’s how you know it was a good party.

Okay, just so there’s no confusion, according to people who were there and after piecing stories together, it was Desiree and I who knocked into the stand.  It happens…  Whoops.

Nonetheless, we know how to throw a good party.  Now maybe the next time, we have a party, the roommates can manage not to blackout on the end of the night!

Working Out

Getting Swole

When BK goes to the gym, Desiree and I are forced to hear “going to get swole!” Everyyy time.  Well, now, Desiree and I are both, as he would say, “getting swole.”

We belong to Retro Fitness.  It is right around the block from my house, so in theory, that should make it easy to go.  Sometimes, though, life just gets in the way.  Call me crazy, but when I work a twelve-hour day, for two days in a row, then get a night off… I don’t exactly feel like spending my free time at the gym.

However, minus my few hours at Katie O’s last night, seeing Fish and the usual crew, I basically had an easy day.  So today, Desiree and I went to Retro together.  It helpes to go with someone to the gym, even if there is a movie playing on the big screen.  (P.S. The Vow was playing.  Love.)

A couple of weeks ago, I also met with a personal trainer, and yes, I was talked into signing up for that as well.  Tomorrow night, I have my training session.  I watch the girls with their make-up done and hair pulled into a perfect ponytail as they run effortlessly on the treadmill, and I know I won’t reach that point.  It’s just not in the cards for everyone.

Setting Goals

But it is nice to have goals.  Especially when it comes to eating healthy and working out.  So here is my overall, top goal:  BE HEALTHY!

Let’s start small on the track to health…

1.  Go to the gym at least once per week.

2.  Drink water.

3.  Eat more fruits and vegetables.

There are three little goals, and in a few months, I’ll reevaluate, but for now, that’s all I got.

Positive attitude is key, just like with most things in life.

Relocated

A week away...

Our home bathroom is currently out of use because of work being done on the shower, so Desiree and I have relocated to her parents’ home while they are away on a cruise.

Living with her younger siblings reminds me of back when I was a teenager and how different things are for people.  This is in no way, shape or form a rant… It is however a reflection upon what life was like when I was eighteen.

Certain things were simply expected.

The Expectations

1. My younger brother is ten years younger than me, and it was frequently my job to watch him, take him places, pick him up from friends’ houses and help him with his homework.

With my brother

With my brother

2. On that note, homework just was not an option.  It was my job, my responsibility, to get homework done.  No one was checking in to be sure it was done.  I simply earned A’s and B’s because that was what I was supposed to do.

3.  While earning those grades, doing my homework and caring for my brother, I worked.  I worked everyday, right after school ended as a Teacher’s Assistant at a daycare center near my house that I could walk to.  I had to because…

4.  If I wanted to drive, I was going to be paying for lessons for myself, paying for my own car and paying for insurance.  I worked to learn to drive and have that car I treasured.

5. My room was clean.  It was a reflection of me and my personality.  No reason it should be covered with a mess.

6.  I found my own rides to school.  My mother had to work to early, so I was responsible to leave on time by myself and get there.  If a friend drove, great… but if not, there is always that cool back seat on the bus.

Just a few things I remember from being younger.

Wonder if most people experience these responsibilities or have different reflections on their older teen years…