"A blog worthy event"

The Nike 6.0 Delorean (oohhh, ahhh)

Well, after 5 months in hiding, I have decided to return to my blog. On Thanksgiving day, my Grandfather asked me why I hadn't written in so long. I thought about it for a moment, and my response to him was, "well my life has been pretty boring lately, I guess I don't really have anything to write about." He told me that he missed my blog and enjoyed reading it, and I told him that I would attempt to write more than every 5 months. Later on that night....a blog worthy event took place. It was like a light bulb went on and I said to myself, "Self, you HAVE to write a blog about this!" So here goes....

Thursday evening after all of the family Thanksgiving festivities had ended, I went to spend sometime with my boyfriend(new word to my blog dictionary, haha). Anyway, he mentioned to me that he really wanted to try to get a limited edition pair of Nike Shoes...specifically, the Nike 6.0 Delorean. The shoe is based on the movie, "Back to the Future," and only 1000 pairs were made. Now, mind you, I have never seen the movie "Back to the Future," so I made my best effort to appear interested and sympathetic to my boyfriend for why he wanted these shoes. At midnight he attempted to buy the shoes from Nike.com, only to find them sold out by the time he had entered his credit card information. What a bummer, right? I told him if he was really serious about buying the shoes at midnight he should have already created an account, set up his credit card info and then he would have been ready to click "buy" right at the stroke of midnight. Obviously this advice was a little too late. So, me being the nice, generous, caring, and loving person that I am, I looked at him and said, "Well do you want to go to Coastal Edge and wait in line for them?" ( Back story- Coastal Edge is one of 5 stores on the East Coast to receive the coveted Nike 6.0 Delorean, and they opened on Fri morning at 4am.) So we sat in his living room going back and forth between deciding to go get the shoes, then deciding we should just call it a night, then deciding we should call Coastal Edge, and then finally deciding that we should go wait for the store to open.

We left the boyfriend's house around 12:30, made a run by 7-11 for snacks and gossip magazines (for me, of course) and then made our way to the Coastal Edge store in Virginia Beach. Now, I'm sure for those of you who know me really well, you're still trying to figure out why in the world I would agree to go out and wait for 3 plus hours for something that I don't even want or care about. I know, it does sound a little crazy. But the look on his face when he saw that the shoes were sold out on line was like a small child finding out that he was adopted. (Not really that bad, but you get the point). So I said yes, even though I was sick, and tired, and still practically in a food coma from earlier in the day. Anyway, back to the story. So we got out or chairs and blankets and set up shop outside of Coastal Edge in Virginia Beach. Things were going well, it was a mild night, I had People mag to read and boyfriend was watching a movie on his phone. Then, after about an hour of sitting there, he turns to me and says, "I think this is the wrong Coastal Edge." My response, "What do you mean this is the wrong Coastal Edge?" His response, "Their facebook page says that only the Coastal Edge in Chesapeake has the shoes."

Fantastic.

So, we pack up our stuff and make the 30 minute drive to the Coastal Edge in Chesapeake. No big deal right? Another hour passes and the boyfriend realizes that his car battery is dead from leaving the key turned toward us and the lights on. Seriously? At this point I'm starting to get concerned. We are sitting in a dark, mostly deserted parking lot with no way to get anywhere, and the store doesn't open for another hour. Luckily, a near by car had jumper cables and we were able to get the battery working again. Finally, at 3:30 we get out of the car and wait outside of Macy's for the doors to open. (We had to go through Macy's to get to Coastal Edge). And I just want to say, if it hadn't been for me knowing every mall in the area like the back of my hand, we might not have made it there as fast as we did. Because you better believe when the sales lady opened those doors I was busting through them and sprinting for Coastal Edge. There was no way that I was going to go through all of this with no Nike Delorean shoes to show for it.

So we get to Coastal Edge and find every teeny bopper in town waiting at the door. At this moment I think to myself, "Oh my gosh, if these kids who weren't even born when Back to the Future came out get these shoes over my grown, adult Boyfriend, he is going to freak." Luckily, all the kids were there for the free giftcard and not the shoes. So I bolted for the first sales girl I could find and asked her if they had the shoes. Her response, "Well, actually we do have them, but just not in the store." My response, "So then you really don't have them?" Her response, "Well we will be getting them in, we just don't know when." My response, "Ok, well can we reserve a size 12?" Her response, "Actually we are only getting in a size 8 and 9." REALLY??????

Seconds later, boyfriend walks up and sees me talking with sales girl. I tell him they only have an 8 and a 9. His sad, I just found out I was adopted face returns. The sales girl convinces him to pay for the size 9 and she will call him when they come in. I tell him I wouldn't pay for a shoe that isn't even in the store. Sounds sketchy right? So we pay for the shoes, get our gift card, browse around and leave by 4:30. On the way home boyfriend has to listen to me going on and on about how "Putting something on the Coastal Edge facebook page about having the shoes is essentially false advertising when you really don't have the shoes, and you better believe I am going to write them a nasty facebook comment." Boyfriend tells me that writing a comment won't help anything but I say it will make me feel better. I still haven't written the comment, but I am strongly considering it.


Saturday afternoon boyfriend gets a call from the store saying the shoes have arrived. I find myself kind of surprised that the shoes actually exist at this point. So boyfriend picks up the shoes and brings them home. He can't wear them since they are 3 sizes too small, so they are just sitting in the box in his living room. His idea is that he will sell the shoes on Ebay, and then buy the shoes in the correct size with the money he makes from selling the other ones. Pretty smart, right? The crazy thing is, out of the 1000 pairs sold, over 100 are already being re-sold online. There is just something wrong about that if you ask me.

So there it is, my blog worthy story. Overall it was a fun night and a memorable experience to say the least. Boyfriend is happy that he has 1 out of 1000 pairs of "limited edition" shoes, and I am just happy that he's happy. Hopefully you find it as humorous as I did. I promise I will attempt to write more frequently, but only when something "blog worthy happens". Until next time....

Woah- Over a month since my last post!

I KNOW I am WAY over due for a post. To say that I have been busy lately would be the understatement of the year! I started my new job on May 3 and I have been working my butt off! But I am LOVING every minute of my job! I am excited to get up and go to work everyday and I feel like I am making a difference. I will share more exciting work stuff later, but for now, all is well on the job front.

In other news, I am SO looking forward to this weekend. I absolutely cannot wait to see my wonderful, amazing BFF who I haven't seen in over 2 months! It's been way too long! We are going to spend an awesome weekend in Virginia Beach. YAY!!

Other than that, life is good. No boys. No drama. Pure simplicity. And that's alright with me. : )

Currently OBSESSED with this song "Falling Slowly," and I figured out how to post the music video and lyrics into my blog!! Impressive, I know.




Lyrics | Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly lyrics

My Playlist

I'm a big fan of music. For as long as I can remember, I've been using song lyrics to explain my life when I'm at a loss for words. There is something so powerful behind the lyrics of a song, that touches you deep down and you just have to say, "That is exactly how I feel." It's like music is a long lost friend that always knows what to say when you run into him after being away for a long time. And yes, music is a him.

Music heals. Music saves. But most of all for me, Music keeps my memories alive.

I made this playlist the other day to listen to when I fall asleep at night. Just wanted to share.

Sleep Mix

1. The Scientist- Cold Play
2. Everything- Lifehouse
3. Hear You Me- Jimmy Eat World
4. Motorcycle Driveby- Third Eye Blind
5. Soco Amaretto Lime- Brand New
6. So Impossible- Dashboard
7. I'll Catch You- Get Up Kids
8. I will follow you into the dark- Death Cab
9. Sunday Drive- Early November
10. Play Crack the Sky- Brand New
11. Come on Get Higher- Matt Nathenson

Time For Some Updates!

Last time I wrote I was talking about what a creeper I am. Haha. Anywho, I have a ton of stuff to fill you guys in on! Although if you actually know me, most of the stuff I have to share probably won't be much of a surprise. And if you don't know me, and you're reading this, well then you my friend, are a creeper too. : )

First off, I am pleased to announce that I will starting a new job on May 3rd! I will be the Family Programs Director for the YMCA in Great Bridge. I am SUPER excited about this job! I am also extremely lucky that things worked out the way they did. I interviewed for this job back in September and didn't get it. But in a way, I am glad I didn't get it then because I wasn't ready for it. But now, after working at the YMCA for almost a year, I can honestly say that I LOVE this job and I love working with kids and families and making a difference in people's lives. (Awwwwwwww).

I know I've always believed in the saying, "Everything happens for a reason," but it's moments like this that really make me think, wow, maybe I do have a purpose in life! For so long I felt like I was just living day to day, going through the motions, working a 9-5 job just because that's what people do in the real world...

BUT NOT ME. Two weeks ago I made a very difficult decision to put in my two weeks notice at my job that I had only worked at for a month. Needless to say I was terrified! For ten months I had been searching and searching to find a job, and then when I finally had one, I decided to quit it for a different job. I know the YMCA job is the right choice for me, but it is a HUGE commitment. I will be working 50+ hours a week, some weekends, and some holidays. But the weird thing is, that doesn't bother me. And THAT is how I know that I really love what I'm doing. If I could give any advice about what I've learned over the past few months it would be this: Life is too short to spend your time being unhappy. You can choose to be unhappy with your job/relationships/body/ etc. or you can choose to change it! Taking a risk is scary, but you risk more by not taking one. I chose to follow my heart and do what makes me happy. I can only wish the same for everyone else reading this.


That's the main announcement for today's blog, now I just have a short story to share. This past Saturday I was out at a friend's place hanging out with a few people. For some reason, the topic of "why I'm still single" always seems to come up when I'm around people with boyfriends/husbands. The conversation goes something like this:

Friend: "Lauren, you are so beautiful and confident and smart! You must have tons of guys trying to date you." (yes, this was the actual statement, I'm not making this up)

Me: (Laughs hysterically at the hilarious statement just made) "Well, this might come as a shocker, but there are actually no guys trying to date me."

Friend: "Oh my gosh, why is that? You know what I think, I think its because you are beautiful AND confident, and that scares guys off."

Me: "Yea, that must be it."

So the point of the story, or more like the question of the story, why am I still single? If someone has the answer please let me know. haha. But seriously, here's why I'm single. I'll try to keep it short and not rant.

I'm picky. I know what I like and what I don't like. I judge guys on their shoes. I don't date smokers. I fall for guys who pay me absolutely no attention and I ignore the perfectly good guy standing in front of me. I'm impatient. I don't like playing games. I'm honest. If I like you I will tell you, and so far that hasn't really worked out too well. I'm outspoken, opinionated, and if you don't believe in yourself then I certainly won't believe in you either. I'm a whiner. I'm selfish and lazy which is a terrible combination. I want a guy who takes control. THAT is sexy. I want someone who stands beside me, and supports me and what I'm about.

But I'm pretty sure this guy is either taken, gay, or currently living on a different planet.

So until Mr. Right comes along, I'll proudly blare "Single Ladies" as my anthem and enjoy meeting all the Mr. Wrongs Virginia has to offer.

"Suppose" Secondhand Seranade

Suppose that I missed you
Suppose that I cared
And suppose that I've spent all my nights running scared
And suppose that I was never there

And my eyes are screaming for the sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming
Of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you, so I guess I feel lonely too

Suppose we were happy, suppose it was true
And suppose there were cold nights
But we somehow made it through
And suppose that I'm nothing without you

And my eyes are screaming for the sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming
Of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you, so I guess I feel lonely too

Slow way down
This breakdown's eating me alive
And I'm tired
And this fight is fighting to survive

Tell me a secret
(I want it)
Tell me a story
(I need it )
I'll listen attentively
I'll stay awake all night

Allow me to whisper
(So softly)
There's nothing I did mean
(Please help me)
But it's in my body, it's strong enough to fight
(Let's make this right)
Please help me make this right

Suppose that I was wrong
Suppose you were here
And suppose that I reached out and caught your tears
And suppose this fight just disappeared

And my eyes are screaming for the sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming
Of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you, so I guess I feel lonely too
But I'd rather be here with you

You may say that I'm a creeper, but I'm not the only one...

It's Sunday night. I'm tired, sunburned and a little dehydrated after the events of the weekend. I'm sitting here on the couch, watching Phil Mickelson break down each one of his shots for ESPN reporters, and I am deep in thought. Some of my best thinking happens on Sunday night. I reflect on the week prior and the events of the weekend. I think about the things that went well during the week, and the things that went not so well. Regardless, this week is almost gone and soon it will be time to start another. I learned a few things this weekend, and I mainly have my younger sister to thank.

Last night I attended a housewarming party for one of my co-workers who lives in Virginia Beach. My sister was nice enough to drive out and pick me up around midnight, since I was in no condition to drive. She patiently waited for me to finish the game I was playing, and then she carted me home. What a loving sister, right? This morning when I woke up, my sister and I began discussing the events of the night before. In a very blunt manner, she looked at me and said, "You were a creeper last night." If only I had a dollar for every time someone told me that. Ha! So I laughed it off, and then she said, "No really, you were like interrogating this guy and rubbing the top of his head." (I mean, I thought he acted like he liked it at the time). But looking back, yes, that is a little creepy. I also preceded to tell him that he would look hot in anything that he put on (which I still firmly believe), and I grilled him on everything from his favorite type of music, to his job, to his birthday, to where he lived. (And yes, he answered all of my questions in a satisfactory manner. I think he liked that I showed such an interest in getting to know him. Or not.)

So blog readers, I have decided to accept the reality that is my life and proudly say, I am a creeper. I want to know things about people. I ask questions, and I want answers. And while I take partial credit for my behavior, I blame 76% of the problem on modern technology. Facebook, myspace, twitter, etc. It encourages us to be CREEPY!! People put their personal information on a web page and expect other people not to look at it? I think not. We are all creepers, so more than others. Some might choose to deny their creepiness, but I choose to embrace it. I am an open book. I have nothing to hide. And I honestly think if more people took that approach, there would be less "creepiness" involved and more of a general interest to learn more about our neighbors, classmates, co-workers, etc. I am thankful I have my sister to remind me of my not so graceful moments. And I firmly believe, that one day, I will meet a guy who is comfortable with my creepiness, and accepts me for who I am, head rubbing and FBI style interrogating and all. Until then, cheers to creepers everywhere!

Now, moving on. For those of you who don't know, I am a whiner. I complain about almost everything. But luckily I have a best friend who complains just as much, if not more than I do. (Love you!) We get along so well because we both whine to one another and humor each other no matter how silly the whining may be. So, since my best friend is currently 200 miles away, I have decided to take my whining to the blog ( for tonight anyway). So here it goes. I am TIRED of logging on to facebook, only to read about lovestruck couples declaring their love for one another on each other's facebook wall, homepage, mini-feed, photo album, hot air balloon ride, etc. I am happy for you that after dating for 2 months you have found your "soul mate" and want the world to know. I mean honestly, I don't want to read about this but you really make it impossible for me not to. Call me jealous, I don't care. Call me a hater, I'll smile and wave at you. This is not directed to anyone in particular. If you are my friend and you are happy and in love, then I am happy for you. I am not however, happy to have to read about the events of your day on an hourly basis, and watch you count down via facebook status until the next time you can see your true love. (I just threw up in my mouth a little). Maybe I am jaded towards love and will never feel the way I did when I was a love struck teenager with stars in my eyes. Does that make me sad? Sure it does. But that still doesn't mean that I have to tolerate you blowing up my homepage on facebook. I will de-friend you. Don't push me.

(End of whiny rant).

Lastly, I just have a general statement to make. A guy in a relationship is 10 times more desirable than when he is just a plain old single guy. WHY IS THIS?? Maybe it's the fact that he is able to commit to one person for an extended period of time, and doesn't mind seeming like less of a man for sitting through chick flicks and going to wine tasting events. Whatever it is, Mr. "In a Relationship" goes from a 6 to an 8 on my "I want you" scale. But I just want to make this clear: if you were to magically become single again, I'm 90% sure that I wouldn't want you anymore. So just stay in your happy, committed relationship, and I will find someone else to want. That's all. : )

My Bucket List

I know I'm probably a little premature in making a bucket list, but I can't help but think of all the things I've never done and really want to do. Now, bear with me, I'm bored at work and this list is coming right off the top of my head. I want to write this list now, and then come back in a few months and re-evaluate my ideas to see if they are still the same.

Just last week two of my friends had family members pass away. One of my friends lost her father at the hands of a wreckless, drunk driver. Moments like that really make me stop and think. Our time here is not guaranteed. We don't automatically get a certain number of years to live. We don't even know if we get tomorrow. So here's my bucket list ( what I have so far). And yes, I know some of the things on my list are silly, but it's MY list so I can do what I want. : )

Bucket List

Stay up all night and watch the sunrise
Meet the President
Go scuba diving in the Bahamas
Run a marathon
Audition for a reality show
Save a life with a few kind words
Write a book
Adopt a child
Donate bone marrow
Go to an NFL game
Meet Lady Gaga
See the West Coast
Get a passport (and use it)
Tell ***** I miss him (Come on, I can't tell you everything)
Pay for a stranger's groceries and walk away
Create a suicide prevention foundation in honor of my Aunt Jackie
Help my grandma forgive herself
Find a way to show my mom how thankful I am for everything she's done
Fall in love at first sight (even if it only lasts a day)