I met the love of my life

Let me tell you all about my dream guy.  His name is Lance.  We met at 6pm boot camp for TeamiFit, he happens to be my trainer.  He is absolutely perfect for me and we recently talked about the possibilities of getting married.  A little bit about Lance...

He's owns his own restaurant and he does personal training on the side.  He's about 6'3 and has dark black hair and bright blue eyes.  He usually has a 5 O'clock shadow.  He makes me laugh alot even when I'm sweating and can hardly take a breath.  We have quite a bit of fun outside of working out and he has even walked me the 3miles back home to my apartment.  Lance loves to shop and he is an amazing chef.  Even though it is against my get in shape goals he will have a glass of wine with me and even taught me how to make some great food.  He also paid me the best compliment I have ever received in my 27yrs on Earth...  He said "Clara, you are so fun and sexy I would consider becoming straight for you."  So he is the worlds greatest catch for a man!  :) 

If only I could just find his straight twin!

I was Robbed Part Deux

When I was very little I used to think that I was God's favorite. It always seemed like things went my way:  I got to sit in front with my Dad Gary on road trips, I was co-pilot on flights, my brothers let me pick what we watched on TV (it helped that I loved The Ninja Turtles), and it seemed like all my prayers were answered.  I usually prayed that I would be asked by my parents to be in charge while they were out, getting to have a friends stay over, or getting pizza on Friday nights.  The Jesus brown nosing started early as my friends Josh M. & Chris O. can attest, I always tried to get the highest score when my Mom asked us "How many things did you learn in Church?"  Who ever learned the most was able to pick the restaurant for lunch.  I also remembered to say Thank You to the Big Man Upstairs so I figured I ranked so high because of my simple requests and manners.

As of late it seems that maybe I used up all my prayers.  While I am not one to believe in "luck", I think mine has run out.  To me luck is just what people who aren't motivated/determined/dedicated etc. blame situations on when they don't go right.  Or as my Dad would say Luck = Preparation + Opportunity.  However I'm not sure how that definition can explain the fact that I have now had my iPhone stolen twice and this time my ID, credit cards, purse, and favorite lip gloss accompanied the phone.  I have become so addicted to my iPhone that I paid $600 for the one that I currently lost!  At the time it seemed like a good idea.  Now, not so much.  The fact that I was dancing with a police officer at the time my purse was pilfered only adds comedic relief to the situation.  Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor? 

So I have decided that God has been trying to tell me something.  He's actually been trying to get my attention for a while now...He even appeared in my bruise/stress fracture.  Check that out!

What God is trying to tell me is a different story entirely.  And that I will need to figure out.  Although I have a feeling that the message will probably get an expedited delivery since I know I will make #1 Prayer Request in my mom's Bible study again after this posting.  Hello Ladies!  Not to worry the rest of the trip was amazing and fun doesn't even begin to describe it.  I had an action packed weekend with 6 amazing women and Jackson although I think he slept in Sara's belly most of the time.

Until then I will just have to see Him when I'm #upintheair because that is as physically close as I can get until Sunday.  I do hope the good luck comes back because [in the very Seattle words of Robynn] "this is killing my spirit." 

Wedding Crashers

We have all seen the movie and Saturday May 8th I lived it.  A good friend Kiki called and told me that her friends were in need of some ladies to attend a wedding because they had extra seating available.  I should also mention that Kiki was a second string bridesmaid that was called up from the minors to become a part of the wedding ensemble.

After receiving the invite 24hrs prior to the wedding I decided t would be a fantastic way to spend a Saturday.  I love weddings, cake, and dancing so I was an easy sell.  I decided it would be necessary to have a date so I asked if Jess would come along.  The morning of the wedding she texted that she was in for the party!  We decided that we would attend the dinner that way it would be easier to mingle and make friends prior to the dancing.

This all SEEMED like a good idea until we actually got to the hotel.  A wave of panic flooded my nervous system the fun started running away and I was paralyzed at the bar waiting for Jess to show up.  As soon as she showed up with a huge smile and a "are you ready to do this attitude" we walked up the stairs to the cocktail reception.  We got glasses of wine, checked our coats, and started to mingle and snack.  Just as the buzz was setting in they rang the chimes for dinner to begin.  That's when the first problem arose...Where are we supposed to sit?  Kiki was off taking photos and couldn't be reached so we had to approach the wedding coordinator and come up with a nifty story.  So we casually walked over and explained to her that we were late to RSVP and did not have a table assignment.  Luckily she said "Oh there is plenty of room, you're going to be at Table 15."  Crisis averted!

When we arrived at the table there was a lovely couple already seated, Candace & her boyfriend.  And then there were four guys taking a seat as we chose ours.  Since no one at the table knew each other aside from the people we came with introductions started and we tried to avoid answering the "how do you know the bride and groom?"  We were so concerned about what we were going to wear to the wedding that we forgot to conjure up a back story.  So when Chad and Jeff leaned over towards Jessica and said "So whose side are you on?"  Her eyes opened extremely wide and her lips parted but nothing came out and in almost a gust of breath out came "Both."  It felt as if everyone was staring so I said "Well we know the bride a bit more."  I also could not remember their names for the life of me so I said "So how about you two?"  They pointed to the two other guys at the table and said "We don't know either of them...we are their dates."  So we admitted that we really didn't know either and were called the day before to see if we could attend.  The same story happened on their end and they were quick to poke fun at Jess for the awkward "Uh both" comment.

The night turned out to be a really fun night filled with some really funny comments and moments.  I was made fun of next for saying "Well if I was Mexican...well wait I am Mexican but..." I didn't get the last part of the sentence out because everyone was laughing so hard.  I also managed to call Chad by the wrong name, Seth, while asking him to take a photo of Jess and I.  We also gave our waiter a nickname:  Gene Gene the dancing Machine.  And last but not least there was one girl who had been over-served and she made quite a spectacle of herself.  This girl had a purple dress and neon green pumps and handbag she stood out pretty well so it wasn't hard to spot her flailing and eventually passing out on the dance floor.  She then rolled over and decided although her dress was over her head that she wanted to take a nap.  Her boyfriend who was quite lanky could hardly pick her up so he decided it would be better to drag her perpendicular body over to a chair and prop her up.  She looked like the female version of Bernie from A Weekend at Bernie's.  Eventually she took a break but the same thing happened about 2 seconds after she got back on the dance floor.  The groom had this to say about her behavior, "In Jen's defense, she probably thought the cheese plate during cocktail hour was dinner.  That was before she started showing everyone how she's the master of a new dance move called 'the bomb scare' - you drop to the floor randomly!" 


The most shocking part of the night came during the garter toss.  All the guys were out on the dance floor and the groom went to grab the garter from under the dress.  He pulled out a toy baby, a huge foam casino chip, a baseball glove, a bat, endless ribbon, and last but not least he was struggling with something.  Everyone leaned in closer to see what he was tugging.  The brides dress lifted up slightly to show a set of hands and a little person dressed as a leprechaun popped out!

Overall the wedding was awesome the food was amazing, the champagne was flowing, and the dance floor lit up!  Although if I ever crash a wedding again I will watch the movie prior, there is a reason for the rules!