The Giving Tree

I haven't posted in a while, for a variety of reasons.  Primarily, I've been really busy with work, with travel, with friends in town, with friends out of town... just really busy.  I've been in my hometown for a week just catching up with friends and working on Hemeras' bridal shower and Bach party.   Its been such a weird week that I dont even know where to start...

1.  My little flirty chats with Fedora has somehow became a major point of drama.  I know he is drama, I know his life is drama, I know he sleeps with a variety of effing drama... but thats HIS problem.  Why is this my problem?  Why can't I just talk to this crazy ass guy that thinks I'm hot?  Fedora makes me smile.. a lot.  Not smile in a "I want to marry you and love you forever, Fedora!" type of way but definitely in a "Holy shit this is some fun chemistry... tell me again how cute you think i am" kinda of way.   But, there are people around me that I love so much, and for some reason I feel I need their permission.  I want to shoot myself in the face (not really)

2.  I'm staying with Hera (Hemera's sister) and last night I was laying in bed with her son, reading him a book.. ."The Giving Tree"  We all know the book, the tree continues to give away parts of herselft to the boy, her leaves, her branches, her trunk, until she is a small stump... just to make the boy happy.  And at the end of his life, when he's treated the tree like crap, he has the nerve to sit on her.  Fuck you, boy.

I'm reading this book and I feel like the Giving Tree.  I just feel like I'm constantly shedding my branches for others..and I do it because I truly enjoy it, but it can be really overwhelming at times, too.  I'm so stressed out with work, and travel, etc. and I feel guilty right now that I'm not being the best friend, sister, daughter, etc. because I'm neglecting those around me... but I'm busy.  They're busy, why should I feel guilty because I'm busy?  Why should I feel guilty because I'm being selfish right now? 

O.......M........G

How in the Hell do I get myself in these situations.  


More to come later. 

Fuego...

That means HOT in Spanish :-) and is my F word for the week and there is a reason the entire post in RED…I've had a pretty HOT week...

I drove to Miami and back... from HADES.... it’s a 14 hour drive EACH WAY. 14 effing hours because I missed my flight and Delta customer service sucks it... It's ok, because Miami was HOT… both in temp and in spirit and I forgot how much I LOVE Miami...

I’ve talked to FEDORA a couple times, and our convos are SUPER HOT. SO hot, that I can’t even begin to write about it without blushing...

For the last 2 weeks, I’ve lost ZERO weight, though I’ve been working out like crazy AND I’ve been eating phenomenally. There is NO reason why I should goose egg it! So, I didn’t want to be too disappointed tomorrow morning (my “weigh in” morning) and hopped on the scale just for a gut check (no pun intended). 8 POUNDS! I lost 8 POUNDS!! No doubt, they were ‘stored up’ pounds via water retention or something from the previous week, but trust me I earned every single stinkin’ one of those 8 pounds. So, in total I’ve lost 21 pounds and feel fantastic...

To further extend my fantastic feeling, I decided to (out of curiosity) try on some dresses that I haven’t fit into since my ill-fated wedding… Um, they not only fit but I looked fantastic in them. I almost passed out I was so shocked… Then, I threw on some super high heels and looked in the mirror. HOLY SHIT! I SAW A GLIMMER OF A GIRL I KNOW!!! She’s the fun, gorgeous, confident and sexy Athena that I think of when I think of myself… but haven’t seen in the mirror in a long time. I needed that so badly. Better still, its only been 5 weeks since the FAB plan started. In 5 weeks I’ve been able to bust my ass and have that “HELL YEA” moment…. I’m not stopping here and cant wait for my next one…

FUEGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A.T.H.E.N.A is not how you spell "classy"

A few months ago, one of my besties asked me to describe my ideal man. Given my flair for descriptive story telling, combined with my post-D therapy, she was expecting a long list of expectations for Mr. Right... my response? "He is nice and likes to kiss"


That's it. "Nice and kiss"  The last nice guy that liked to kiss that I dated was 7 years ago.  Apparently those are 2 qualities that I should have paid more attention to in my selection process.

So this weekend, one of my best besties came in town this weekend with her husband and 2 squirrely girls. We had a TOTAL blast... last night was the big adult night out and we met up with her neighbor, who was visiting from out of town as well. He was NICE. Paid me compliments. Funny. Opened Doors. He wore a fedora. Paid me compliments. NICE.

Sometimes I do some classy shit, but after an evening of drinking in Hades, at some point I made the decision to make out with NICE NEIGHBOR FEDORA in a bar. Ahhh, public kissing and groapage... CLASSY! It was a good old fashioned 7th 9th grade, PG 13+ make-out session (like I wouldn’t be the first killed in a horror movie, but I wouldn’t be the virgin that makes it to the end alive either)...but at the end of the day, girls.... I just can’t resist someone that makes me smile and the opportunity for some fun smooching. 

PUCKER UP!!