Because I am a Material Girl

I don’t really know where to begin this post but it has come up a few times in the last week so I thought I would at least do my best to answer it.

How have you changed since high school?

For me, high school was over 3 years ago-closer to four really.  I didn’t go through a metamorphosis really until the middle of my freshman year of college but we will get to that.  I was extremely socially awkward freshman year and only hung out with oh ya know…myself.  At the end of freshman year-I decided to well experiment with makeup.  I think I applied more makeup the first day then I have ever before.

My high school was a very preppy, materialistic, omg you did what, she did who, he did this…ah you get the story.  I was caught completely in it.  I was a stuck up snob and I’ll be the first to admit it.

Here jam to this while you are reading because that was what I was.

I’ll just tell you a lil bit about how high maintenance this babygirl was.  It takes about 30 minutes to straighten my hair.

True life: I still love thse sunglasses.

I did it every single day of my junior and senior year.  Everyday.

I think I owned 1 article of clothing that wasn’t Abercrombie and Fitch or wasn’t a polo.  I think I once went three weeks wearing polos and mini skirts. 

Actually true life:I know I did.

I had a very strong group of 6 friends.  We kinda were like the same person but in 7 places.  We all either swam or dove.  We were snobby, pushy, judged people-just think means girlesc.  Blergy blerg.

Prom
One of the many parties I went too.
Actually this is from this past Jan. We still do hang out occasionally, but they have gone a different path in college than I have. (I am tan because we had a training trip for swimming...no fake and bakin here)

Here’s a biggie:I drank more my senior year of high school than I have my entire college career.  My boyfriend was a big drinker/partier and dragged me into it

A paty of only wearing towels? Yes.
I don't think I need to explain the epicness of this night or the fact that we sent my swim coach a Christmas Card with this photo on it

 

At the time-I loved it.  Now-not so much.  As to why I am secretly 70.

I like to pretend that something clicked in my brain (maybe I matured…yeah right) but I’m not really too sure what happened.  One day after swim season my freshman year of college, I decided I was done. 

True life: I didn't straighten my hair on this airplane trip and I was so self consious people were judging me. I seriously debated doing it in the bathroom.

Done caring that someone would judge me if I wasn’t wearing designer name brands, done worrying about the mass amount of makeup covering my face everyday.  Actually now I don’t wear makeup half the time anyways because I am forever making food and I run out of time before work bhaha.

Now I take my reral girls day to be once per month and only straighten my hair for road races. So there.

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Question for you:

How have you changed in the last 3-4 years? 

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Where does the time go…Oh wait.

I have spent the last week staring at Microsoft (where I write my blogs) very hmm, emotional.  I can’t exactly decide what I want to say because really I don’t quite know (and that often doesn’t happen much because I nearly always know what I want to say).

Well anyways after Monday’s blog about food, it kind of even bored me a little a bit.  I went back and read it several times on Tuesday, hoping to be inspired about what I should write but I stared blankly.  In fact, I didn’t really do anything productive Tuesday night because I normally set about an hour to write a blog and instead I kind of just let it blur by.

I read a great post the yesterday from Emily, about spending way to much time on the internet between facebook, twitter and blogging.  I think as bloggers, half our lives (okay not half….but you get my jive) is spent on the internet.  I don’t like it.  Right now I’m taking an online course, which adds more internet face time.

Am I enjoying life?

Well yes- I always enjoy my life. 

I think lately a lot of past emotions have been flooding back into my mind which is another reason I have been a little bit MIA.   Instead of reading blogs and writing worthwhile ones I have been painting and relaxing and spending less time in front of the computer.  I have also been spending time with the broski since he leaves for college in a couple weeks and we won’t be able to talk but on Sundays for 10 minutes for a while.  Each to their own college (again not my jive).

 It’s quite refreshing really to take a break and spend time with tangible things

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But yes-I’m still around. Here is a brief but highly fascinating cliff note version of my life.

I have been lifeguarding at my pool.  I actually sat in the stand a couple times.  Managing the pool you just stare at chemicals the entire time and make sure nothing blows up and your lifeguards don’t kill each other and or the patrons.  And that they are intelligent enough to save people.  Which no bad things have happened thus far. 

I learned to Dougie from so uh professionals at Cav (my pool too).  It seems about the same way as Upstate minus…a little better ha.  Today they asked me what race I was because I had such a “ghetto booty”.  #mostawkwardmomentoftheweek

I have been also obsessing over this song called right there (you may have recalled me searching for it for a solid hour last night…).  New Superbass to put on repeat? 

It’s a possibility.  It’s also a possibility that I plan on dancing just like that everywhere I go.

Oh and sorry to be a depressing Debbie but I was not a real girl today.  Unless you count my long lost hot pink hoodie and leggings. 

Please remind me that I'm not in middle school and this isn't myspace.

Okay-so aDuBs judges me for this and I don’t see the problem.  I bought four pairs of the same everlast black leggings.  Two for running and two for lounging.  They are mad comfortable and normal leggings you have wear white underwear because the leggings are somewhat see through.  These leggings are thick and the bomb.com.

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Finally I have been running and swimming.  I am cutting down my miles this week to keep injuries at bay.  Although I do have an open water swim this weekend, my next road race is July 4th.  I would hypothetically right now like to be under 20 minutes again (but we will see).

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Questions for you:

1.       Do you think you spend too much time online?  Where do you spend most of your time?  Facebook? Twitter?  Blogging? 

Food Day Monday and Real Girl Streaks

Okay yes.  True life:  I promised I would do a food blog soon and what better way than Monday.  Wow is it already another Monday?  And not just any Monday!  It’s the mom’s birthday.

So yes.  My weekend went Matt’s graduation, fathers day and now the moms birthday.  Tomorrow is also epic as my pool opens but it isn’t quite a um…celebration.

This is when my azz actually sat in a guard stand. Now I just deal with the problem people.

 Without further ado: nom noms of the day

This is now my working week of summer time hours when I wake up errday at 6am.  I go to the gym to either lift, swim or run outdoors from 6:30-7:30.  It depends on my mood and how I slept the night before.  I do not run on tired legs.  It’s not my jive.  EVER.

I come home, make breakfast and am out the door by 8:15 since I need to be there at 8:30. Except Mondays because that’s my day off since the pool isn’t open on Mondays.  I thought I would at least get into the routine today.

Breakfast today was…just for the occasion of food blogging and changing it up.  Two egg sandwiches.

I had a ton of homework for my online classes so I caught up on that all morning.  Then I was already starving by say 11:30 so I decided to make myself more tuna fish sandwiches.  Sandwiches must have been my jive today.

Tuna Melt+chedder cheese is the bomb.com

Then I got my aerobic action on, as I do every Monday.  So I guess I don’t really have the day off, but I don’t consider aerobics to be much work.  The ladies are hilarious and the time always flies right on by.  Today I integrated superbass and finally found a good remix of party rock anthem.  I swear the ladies wish they had my booty beats aerobics CD when they were off on their own outside of class.  They always ask for all the songs bahaha.  I’m a terrible influence.

Dinner was the mom’s favorite (similar to my favorite I suppose).  Ham, sweet potatoes and corn.  Does anyone else have a strange addiction to ham?  I find it incredibly tasty. 

Oh and I’m a 4 day real girl streak.  I know you probably are as shocked as I am.

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Question for you:

What is your summertime routine?

Like You Didn’t Know How Cool The Daddykins was Already

It’s fathers day.

Dur.

So I hope you wished your daddykins a happy Fathers day.

If you read my blog on the regular, than you know that me and the dad are supah close.  Like the besties I clearly don’t have in my life.   But I’m not going to do a mushy post about him because quite frankly that isn’t our relationship.  We call each other idiots, retarded, ask wtf each other are doing, mutter under our breath, often drop the f bomb…but you know. 

My dad and I have a great relationship laced with sarcasm and bashing each other.  But full of love. 

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Here are cliffnotes of our glorious 20 year relationship:

My dad never wears a suit.  Except for very serious occasions like when we graduate.  Since he was in the Navy for 30 years…he really didn’t need too.

He took me out on that epic 5.5 mile run that we finished in 1:01 a year and a half ago.  We took a picture because god knows this girl did not know how to run back there and the entire time he spent making fun of me saying I had swimmers legs and blah blah.   He helped me develop my love for running single handely (he runs road races almost every weekend not limited to 5ks or marathons).

Christmas 2009
Christmas 2010

We take facebook photos.

The first time I ever visted my now college (4 years ago)

My dad told my homecoming court escort, De’anglo if D dare dented my dads car with his ass, he had a dagger waiting.  He really does have a dagger that someone in the Middle East gave him. At least D understood he wasn’t going to actually use it because god knows I think he was a lil bit scared.  As have all my boyfriends when my dads whips that thing out.  Okay yeah now you see where my cray cray came from.

 

Oh and he makes the best steak ever. 

So yes-me+the daddykins=besties.

A 2 mile open water swim a few years back

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Oh yes and a lot of people asked about my graduation dress.  (It was the one I bought hurr that aDuBs hated.)  I think it personally looks better on then on the hanger.   I have a lot of dresses like that though…actually I just have a lot of dresses.

It’s a Yoanna Baraschi dress and Abercrombie and Fitch Green belt.  Shoes and purse are nine west and god knows where I got my stunnah shades.  Oh wait-forever 21, I did know!

 

Question for you:

Do you have a good relationship with your dad?  

Has anyone majorly influenced something you like to do?

My dad got my into swimming and running and sarcasm….  What would I do without him.

Graduation Festivities (Pictcha Heavy)

Where did the time go?  It was just yesterday the broski and I were getting into fist fights.  No really…we did have a few of those back in early middle school.

Halloween perhaps 2000 or 2001. Who knows...let's just say back when we LESS socially awkward...

Now if you read my blog often (when I’m at home that is-you’ll know we are kinda like besties).  Minus he is forever coming into my room when I am trying to get work done.

Well.

My brother graduated high school today.  Which is where I was all freaking day.  Was it worth it?  I’m not too sure.

Just kidding.

My high school was huge and had roughly 3000 students spread though 9-12th.  It gave both the broski and I, a good background of meeting tons of people and being little socialites.  Because we are both equally as outgoing.  Maybe.

Incase you wondered, Matt is going to school in New York too but nowhere near me.  Oh and certainly not a liberal arts school with the same uh experiences.  I guess he will be running too so that makes us semi-twinnies.  Okay no not really.  Matt is going to be attending the US Merchant Marine Academy in a few short weeks.  Similar to the Naval, West point and such, it prepares you for either going into a branch of the military or the Merchant Marines.  He wants to be Navel Fighter Pilot…but he is a lil cray cray so we will see where that goes.

Since photos tell 1000 words and I’m lazy here ya go:

aDuBs and I
Since we were real girls we had to get a lil cray cray
Me and all my clss of 2011 besties
Matt and his girlfriend
The daddykins and I
Matt and the mom
To Quote Matt's senior quote "You ain't fresh as I iz"

We went to a nomtastic restaurant called Catch 21 on the VA Beach Boardwalk.  It was really good, however, it left me incredible starving after I ate. 

calmari for an appetizer
salmon...always.

Which is why we stopped for froyo.

Question for you:

  1. 1.       Are you in high school?  Excited to graduate?  Were you excited to graduate? Did you even like high school?

I actually wasn’t that excited to graduate.  I had my close knit group of 6 friends and it was tough going in different directions, but I am glad I got a way and completely did a 180 from high school.

Giant Salads, Bikinis and Autocorrect

I’m currently typing up a follow up to yesterday’s post about plus size models but it may take me a while because I have a lot to say.  I do, however, want to quickly thank you guys for your kind words and I can’t emphasize enough how happy I am with myself inside and out, which is why It didn’t bother me.  I was just like yeah okay-freako.

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Moving on to today.  Both the daddykins and my older brother Doug came home last night. (Dad flew in from a work trip and Doug flew in to watch my brother graduate tomorrow).  Of course, I was sleeping at the ripe ole time of 9:30 because I had to wake up at 5:30 today.  YES 5:30 to go on a run.  Some might insinuate I’m a lil cray cray…

But I did have a reason because we had a health inspection at my pool today. Yes, I’m wearing one of my high school hot pink sweatshirts.  Um-long story short I had a different jive back then.

oh my gosh nervous webcam face.

After my pool inspection which took practically the entire day.  So.freaking.long.  (It passed by the way.  Duh-it’s my pool and we are the bomb.com).  I’m also going to be interviewed for the news like I was last year.  I suppose that is what happens when you are the manager of the most contraversal pool in Southern Viginia.  Prey for me on Tuesday.

Sometime in there, I declared a lunch break because I was starving, and I forced my entire staff to go to Farm Fresh with me to get salads.  Okay that’s a dirty lie- I said-I’m about to buy a 3 pound salad at Farm Fresh and your asses better be back here by the time I have chosen exactly what I wanted in said salad.

Fun Fact: This salad was 3.58 pounds and I devoured the entire thing.

After all my pool stuff, I went to my first club team practice all summer.  It went awesomesauce.  We had timed 100s off the block and for the first time in a while I actually felt really good during them.  I honestly don’t even think I had that good of a practice during my college season last season.

Anywho-maybe it was because my new sports bikinis arrived.  What up.  Seriously-all of you get obnoxious ones and we can be twinnies.

I know back in middle school you guys took them myspace peace sign Please love my running spandex tanlines because god knows I do.

I know I’m not as a good at taking locker room photos as Caitlin but I try hard.  Kind of.

On a side note-I programmed my Microsoft word to auto correct twins to twinnies.  HA.

One last side note-I think I’m going to use colors in my blog.  What do you think?  Do you like using colors? 

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Questions for you:

1.       What are your plans this weekend?  Celebrating with your daddykins?

2.       Why do people think you are a lil cray cray?

I won’t answer because there are too many reasons.

Plus Size and Modeling

I want to preface this blog before you read:  I do not believe the term “plus size,” is actually plus size and I think it’s silly because the average plus size model is size 6.  I also do not feel I need to lose/gain any sort of weight nor do I really want too.  If talking about weight makes you uncomfortable or modeling makes you uncomfortable, I’ll ramble a different topic tomorrow.  I just wanted to create an open discussion about it. 

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So yesterday when I was in line at the store and a lady approached me asked and if I was a plus size model.  Long story short I w as just like no I’m actually just a college athlete who happened to be wearing real girl clothes.  She then told me I should look into it.  So.random. Why is my life cray cray?  Not to stereotype but she was a middle aged woman with perfect hair and makeup, I almost wanted to ask if she would do mine all the time.

I wasn’t sure how I should respond to that question because honestly it was kinda awkward.  I’m 5’7 and I’m not overweight by any means but I’m also not underweight by any means either.  Oh and also because I forgot to say this-her asking me actually didn’t even really make me think oh my god fat day have I gained weight?

This is my baffled face because that exactly what I gave her.

I was just more puzzled then anything else.    What would you do in that situation?

I mean I was flattered that someone would think I was a model to begin with but I didn’t know how to approach the topic of “plus size.”   In fact, “normal size models” don’t even wear normal sized clothing and plus sized females wear clothing set at most normal sizes.  I never quite understood why it would be that glamorous to walk down a run way when you can barely walk because you are so damn starving. 

Oh and incase you wondered (because we all know my obsession with ANTM and I spend hours researching possible ways to meet Tyra)… Editorial (magazine) models are not normally underweight with bones showing.  They are in the (lower) but healthy range of their weight category. Runway  models and some high end fashion are the all skins and bones.  Think about it, a 5’8 female weighing less than 115 pounds?

While some people think that all models are underweight, that is actually false and it’s runway models that get all the attention for that. (So not even half the modeling industry is underweight, but it’s just the most advertised).

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While doing a bit more digging around, I found some interesting statistics of the modeling world. 

Runway and editorial models:
Height: 5’8″-6’0″
Weight: 105-125 lbs
Measurements: 34-24-34 (bust, waist, hips)
Size: 0-4
Physical: naturally slim/slender, not very curvy, striking/unique/odd features, strong bone
Commercial/print models:
Height: 5’5″-5’7″
Weight: 105-125 lbs
Measurements: 34-24-34 (bust, waist, hips)
Sizes: varies
Physical: proportional, symmetrical, attractive face, great smile/teeth, good complexion

Petite models (on a side note-It’s harder to get a job if you are petite versus being plus size):
Height: 5’1″-5’5″
Weight: 100-125 lbs
Measurements: 34-24-34 (bust, waist, hips)
Sizes: 2-4 petite sizes
Physical: proportional, naturally slim/slender, strikingly attractive, good complexion, healthy hair

Plus size models:
Height: 5’8″-6’0″
Weight: varies
Measurements: varies, but must be proportionally 10 inches between measurements (example: 42-32-42).
Sizes: 10-18
Physical: proportional and toned, great skin, hair and teeth, nicely shaped legs.

Yes. This girl is "classified" as a plus size model. Do you know why she went on home ANTM a few seasons ago? She lost too much weight and wasn't plus sized anymore.

Glamour models:
Height: open
Weight: open
Measurements: varies but 36-24-36 is ideal (bust, waist, hips)
Sizes: open
Physical: glamour models can be short or tall, thin or thick. The curvier, the better. Should have a great, toned body, full bust and a nice butt.

Lets chat about the modeling world.  It all fascinates me as you probably know.  What do you think about it?