Step 1: Be Mary Anna
No seriously. Well let me start from the beginning. I haven't had anything really wild or crazy happen to me lately that I can recall. I've been in Williamsburg for a little over a week and it has been fantastic. My social circle is HUGE. There is always someone who wants to do something and I'm trying to get used to this. I have a lot of free time between work and RA stuff. I like my hall, they all seem like a good group of people. But nothing adventerous or exciting has happened to me.
There was this one time I went out to Kidsburg, a playground in Williamsburg, at like 10:30 at night with my two guy friends. I was wearing a cloth skort, think sweatpant material, and there was one really slow slide. My one guy friend could walk down the slide but i was wearing flip flops with no traction. So I tried to slide...the keyword is try. I failed, miserably. The slide caused my skort and underwear to ride up thong style giving me the biggest weggie known to mankind. Then my butt cheeks started squeaking down the slide and it was the funniest thing ever. I was crying so hard because I was laughing so hard. It took me about 7 min to get down the slide. The guys thought it was priceless and I thought it was awesome. They wanted me to do it again but my slide made thong hurt like hell so I declined.
Great embarassing story. Could have totally made it on AFV.
Today I went to the beach with some friends, prolly my crew for the summer. Yeah homies. I am an embarassment. Here are the funny things that happened to me in one beach outing:
1) Sitting in a restaurant I laughed and ripped out the loudest fart. Seriously, I'm a lady and have dignity and all that but this was so embarassing. I know the people sitting directly behind me heard it. And some people at my table. Everyone politely ignored it but I was mortified. Stupid stupid gas. My stomach has been messed up all morning.
While playing frisbee:
2) I hit a guy with the frisbee in the back of the neck...yes a perfect stranger....in front of all his buddies
3) I hit my friend in the cleavage with the frisbee because I can't control where it goes
4) I thought the frisbee was headed towards me so I dove for it....but it was to my friend who caught it as I bellyflopped into the water.
5) I swam after the frisbee and when I came up from the water one of the puppies came out of the cage and I flashed my guy friend and girl friend who exhanged "oh shit" glances as I tried to pop the puppy back in.
So as you can see, I was a major embarassment to myself and my friends but I had a wonderful time.
Sidenote: Things that make me feel good? Having about 8 people a day IM, call, and text me wanting to do stuff with me. I feel loved. :D
Till next embarassing moment.....
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Intermission for a peak inside my head
Broken by Lifehouse
The Broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
From stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on (I'm holdin on)(I'm holdin on)
I'm barely holding on to you
The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
They're still looking for life
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain (In the pain)
Is there healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin on)(I'm holdin on) (I'm still holdin on) (I'm holdin on)
I'm barely holding on to you
I'm hanging on another day
Just to see what, you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on, to the words you say
You said that I will, will be okay
The broken light on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
I haven't forgotten my way home
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain (In the pain)
There is healing
In your name (In your name)
I find meaning
So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin')(I'm holdin' on)(I'm still holdin') (I'm holdin' on) (I'm still holdin')
Barely holding on to you (I'm still holdin on) Barely holdin on to you
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Chapter 2 Death, Disease and Discovery
Where in the world is Mary Anna? That is a good question. Right now, the answer is the Shore. But here is what I've been up to.
So the day before I was set to come home after a rough year at school, I had to pack my world's worth of belongings. I have a lot of stuff and it is a pain to pack. Half of it went into respective attics and the other half was stuffed into every available crevice in my car. But that night when I went to bed, I suffered from night sweats, then chills, then woke up soaked in sweat. It was very odd. I brushed it off and went home but my first night home I found I couldn't regulate my body temperature. I would get chills, then hot, then chills again. Finally I took my temp. and sure enough I had a fever. So I tried to sleep it off. Two days of bedrest and bordom, my throat had started hurting, my gums were swelling and I couldn't eat. So i went to the doctor and she took my blood for mono tests and gave me penicillian and told me I had gingivitis. Now, I brush my teeth don't get me wrong but this sudden flare of gingivitis was the pits. The catch? I was scheduled to go camping with the fam on Sunday (this was Fri) to Louisa, VA for a week.
I went camping anyway. I shouldn't had because I developed tounge and mouth sores, my gums swelled so much I thought my teeth would pop out and I couldn't swallow. My neck was sore and my lymph nodes were swollen like I had huge neck mucles like a steriod infested wrestler. Our first two days in Louisa were nothing but rain so there I was couped up in a tin box with my parents, dog, and I couldn't eat or swallow and pretty much wanted to curl into a ball and die.
On day two in the afternoon we got stir crazy and drove into town. Louisa looks like a big Shore basically. We called my doctor and she listened to me bitch and moan and she basically said I had hoof and mouth disease. WTF? Seriously? Oh, and there is nothing to be done but let it go away on its own. My sore throat was gone but other than that the roof of my mouth was swollen and my tounge had sores on it and my gums were bright red and swollen. And nothing could be done. We went into CVS got me peroxide and throat spray and went on our merry way.
Well good, I don't have herpes. Not that there was any chance I would have herpes, but my doctor worried about that. Until my mother (I shit you not) said "She hasn't had a date in years!" Well no, i haven't had a date in years but I've certainly found some action. ;-)
Anyway, my hoof and mouth shit eventually cleared up with the help of peroxide. As a result my teeth are much whiter. On the third day of vacation the sun came out and we spent the whole day by the lake. I laid out in the sun and let it hit my face and arms and legs and just had a wonderful day. Until I got sunburned. Not that all over red almost cancer sunburn. No. I was wearing sunglasses. I got the ghetto fab sunglass tan on the face HARDCORE right down to the design imprint on the side of the arms of the glasses. So I looked like a raccoon, with dwindeling hoof and mouth disease, and my parents decided to call me Ricky Racoon for the rest of the trip.
The rest of the trip was fine. I eventually got to eat more and more as my mouth healed. It wasn't gingivitis, it was an infection from the sore throat. Who would have thought? At the campground despite the massive drunken hillbillies, we met some British folks who were very nice. On our last night at the campground we went to the Saturday pig roast...which was sooo Southern. It was great though. I 200 lb hog on the fire, country music blaring, rednecks pouring in with their tattoos and screaming kids and holding their choice of beer. But amongst all this good ol country atmosphere, the Rodabaugh's decided to hang out with the English folks. Who came to the southern bbq with a bottle of wine. HAHAHA It was fantastic. Deep down south with a bottle of wine. It was the most oxymoron thing ever and I loved it.
That night we built a campfire with our English couple (who were up in age I might add) and the gentleman introduced me to the wonderful world of GUINESS. This fine dark Irish beer is my new best friend. He gave me a pint and a half and i drank every sip. It was a good ending to a great vacation.
Despite almost dying and getting a disease which went away I made a lot of discoveries as well. When you are out in the world without your laptop and you friends and your cell phone doesn't ring that much...you learn a lot about yourself. I'm still trying to figure out all the things I learned about myself but I know it was a lot. I thought about God a lot. I'm going to restudy Spanish for Nicaragua next year. I finished two books which were pretty good. I revaluated my relationships with certain people in my head at least. I decided some future steps I need to take. I planned some RA stuff. I decided Guiness is in one of my top fav. beers catagory. Oh, and I figured out I have sampled about 17 beers in my lifetime. I'm going to work on the God thing and the relationships thing. I'm deciding who I am as a person and all that jazz. it is intersting but it is a work in progress as well.
Well now I'm going to convince the rest of the world I did not fall off the face of the earth. It certainly seemed liked I did. I just went away for a whole week without warning and I loved every minute of it. I wondered if anyone cared I was gone or wondered where I was of if I died or something. haha No I did not die, came close, but did not die.
I'm alive and well and looking forward to the next chapter to share with you. Until next adventure....cheerio.
So the day before I was set to come home after a rough year at school, I had to pack my world's worth of belongings. I have a lot of stuff and it is a pain to pack. Half of it went into respective attics and the other half was stuffed into every available crevice in my car. But that night when I went to bed, I suffered from night sweats, then chills, then woke up soaked in sweat. It was very odd. I brushed it off and went home but my first night home I found I couldn't regulate my body temperature. I would get chills, then hot, then chills again. Finally I took my temp. and sure enough I had a fever. So I tried to sleep it off. Two days of bedrest and bordom, my throat had started hurting, my gums were swelling and I couldn't eat. So i went to the doctor and she took my blood for mono tests and gave me penicillian and told me I had gingivitis. Now, I brush my teeth don't get me wrong but this sudden flare of gingivitis was the pits. The catch? I was scheduled to go camping with the fam on Sunday (this was Fri) to Louisa, VA for a week.
I went camping anyway. I shouldn't had because I developed tounge and mouth sores, my gums swelled so much I thought my teeth would pop out and I couldn't swallow. My neck was sore and my lymph nodes were swollen like I had huge neck mucles like a steriod infested wrestler. Our first two days in Louisa were nothing but rain so there I was couped up in a tin box with my parents, dog, and I couldn't eat or swallow and pretty much wanted to curl into a ball and die.
On day two in the afternoon we got stir crazy and drove into town. Louisa looks like a big Shore basically. We called my doctor and she listened to me bitch and moan and she basically said I had hoof and mouth disease. WTF? Seriously? Oh, and there is nothing to be done but let it go away on its own. My sore throat was gone but other than that the roof of my mouth was swollen and my tounge had sores on it and my gums were bright red and swollen. And nothing could be done. We went into CVS got me peroxide and throat spray and went on our merry way.
Well good, I don't have herpes. Not that there was any chance I would have herpes, but my doctor worried about that. Until my mother (I shit you not) said "She hasn't had a date in years!" Well no, i haven't had a date in years but I've certainly found some action. ;-)
Anyway, my hoof and mouth shit eventually cleared up with the help of peroxide. As a result my teeth are much whiter. On the third day of vacation the sun came out and we spent the whole day by the lake. I laid out in the sun and let it hit my face and arms and legs and just had a wonderful day. Until I got sunburned. Not that all over red almost cancer sunburn. No. I was wearing sunglasses. I got the ghetto fab sunglass tan on the face HARDCORE right down to the design imprint on the side of the arms of the glasses. So I looked like a raccoon, with dwindeling hoof and mouth disease, and my parents decided to call me Ricky Racoon for the rest of the trip.
The rest of the trip was fine. I eventually got to eat more and more as my mouth healed. It wasn't gingivitis, it was an infection from the sore throat. Who would have thought? At the campground despite the massive drunken hillbillies, we met some British folks who were very nice. On our last night at the campground we went to the Saturday pig roast...which was sooo Southern. It was great though. I 200 lb hog on the fire, country music blaring, rednecks pouring in with their tattoos and screaming kids and holding their choice of beer. But amongst all this good ol country atmosphere, the Rodabaugh's decided to hang out with the English folks. Who came to the southern bbq with a bottle of wine. HAHAHA It was fantastic. Deep down south with a bottle of wine. It was the most oxymoron thing ever and I loved it.
That night we built a campfire with our English couple (who were up in age I might add) and the gentleman introduced me to the wonderful world of GUINESS. This fine dark Irish beer is my new best friend. He gave me a pint and a half and i drank every sip. It was a good ending to a great vacation.
Despite almost dying and getting a disease which went away I made a lot of discoveries as well. When you are out in the world without your laptop and you friends and your cell phone doesn't ring that much...you learn a lot about yourself. I'm still trying to figure out all the things I learned about myself but I know it was a lot. I thought about God a lot. I'm going to restudy Spanish for Nicaragua next year. I finished two books which were pretty good. I revaluated my relationships with certain people in my head at least. I decided some future steps I need to take. I planned some RA stuff. I decided Guiness is in one of my top fav. beers catagory. Oh, and I figured out I have sampled about 17 beers in my lifetime. I'm going to work on the God thing and the relationships thing. I'm deciding who I am as a person and all that jazz. it is intersting but it is a work in progress as well.
Well now I'm going to convince the rest of the world I did not fall off the face of the earth. It certainly seemed liked I did. I just went away for a whole week without warning and I loved every minute of it. I wondered if anyone cared I was gone or wondered where I was of if I died or something. haha No I did not die, came close, but did not die.
I'm alive and well and looking forward to the next chapter to share with you. Until next adventure....cheerio.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Toe Struggles Chapter 1
Although there are many stories which preceed this story, this is the most recent of my amazing adventures. For days when my life is uneventful, I may backtrack to a previous story which comes to mind, but for now, this happened a few days ago.
Toe Struggles
We'll start about a week ago. I went to Jamestown Beach to study Computer Science. I know, study at the beach? wtf. Anyway, I went though the land of trees which is this area of the beach heavily burdened by fallen trees. Like, 100 year old trees forming magestic fences due to erosion. You can't walk around them via water because there is glass and stones and hidden logs. So to venture through the land of the trees, you must climb under, over, and around them. Now I can't climb up a tree but I can sure climb over one. All was well and I nestled into a nice spot where I could study. Then i got dehydrated and ventured back to my car for a bottle of water I just happened to have (let's just say I drank wayy to much the night before and totally didn't sleep due to fun times). So..I ventured back over and got stabbed in the leg by a branch. It was just a bad scrach I was fine. I went back to studying and after about an hour and a half decided I wanted to venture to Sno-To-Go. So I packed up my stuff and began the treck over, under, and around the trees. As I was nearing the clearing (woah that rhymes) I jumped over a tree and landed on a root sticking up. It was a root or a really sharp branch. Totally stabbed my foot to the point where it became a bloody mess. I tried pourin the bottled water over it to clean it out but I couldn't stop bleeding. Not wanting to get sand it it, and not having anything to bandage with, I hobbled back to my car. In my car I couldn't find A SINGLE NAPKIN inside. So I found a piece of paper, sloppily wrapped my very bloody toe, and decided I should seek immediate medical attention. It felt like something was stuck in my toe.
So I pulled out of the parking lot and started heading back to campus when a park ranger tells me to pull over. I thought there was some sort of roadblock or something. So I pull over and he says "Lisence and registration please." I'm immediatly like "oh shit." So i hand it to him and he brings it to my attention that I am going 48 in a 35. Now, I'm not a habitual speeder, never had a ticket in my life, and didn't even realize I was speeding. So I looked him in the eye and said "Sir, I'm not trying to make excuses but i damaged my toe really badly and I'm trying to seek medical attention. I can't stop bleeding, it hurts like hell, its my acceleration foot and I know I need to get help." He immediatly switches gears and directs me behind his car where he bandges my foot for me. God Bless him. He hands me back my goods and reminds me once again that the speed goes down to 35. I tell him I am aware of this, apologize, and then i go seek medical attention.
Turns out the toe got me out of a ticket. Bloody mess and all. It ended up not being infected, just severly cut. So I survived.
Toe Struggles Part 2
Yesterday I had a few more things to move to Landrum attic for the summer. Thank God for Sarah because my car was very very loaded and there was no way in hell I was going to fit my summer stuff in there. So Sarah drove me to Landrum and helped me load all my crap up to the attic. Sure enough while carrying three boxes I tripped over a piece of really sharp, cut metal. Yes. On the same freaking toe as my incident a week ago. I just bore through the pain because what can you do. There was work to be done and I wasn't going to stop for a little cut.
Little cut my ass. There was my poor toe bleeding all over the place again. I got Sarah to drive me to the Health Center to get it properly cleaned out because after the last time I didn't want to risk infection. I hobbled into the Health Center and they hooked me up with an Iodine foot bath, sterile strips, a bandaid, and a toe sock bandage. FOR FREE! Fortuantly, because I didn't have anything on me.
So my toe has been through a lot. The newest cut looks like an "S" and it made me want to carve some other cool designs in my other toes but I'm not that sick.
It is healing nicely and hates me. It may be seeking vengence as I write this because I've had feverish symptoms the past two days. Night sweats, chills, an actual fever which I slept off, loss of appetite, sore throat...the works. And my gums are swollen too, wonder what that is all about. I'm just gonna take some meds and ride it out to see what happens. No need to worry about it yet.
So that concludes the first chapter of my storybook. I hope you enjoyed this wonderful story. I will be back next time with even more to share. Caio
Toe Struggles
We'll start about a week ago. I went to Jamestown Beach to study Computer Science. I know, study at the beach? wtf. Anyway, I went though the land of trees which is this area of the beach heavily burdened by fallen trees. Like, 100 year old trees forming magestic fences due to erosion. You can't walk around them via water because there is glass and stones and hidden logs. So to venture through the land of the trees, you must climb under, over, and around them. Now I can't climb up a tree but I can sure climb over one. All was well and I nestled into a nice spot where I could study. Then i got dehydrated and ventured back to my car for a bottle of water I just happened to have (let's just say I drank wayy to much the night before and totally didn't sleep due to fun times). So..I ventured back over and got stabbed in the leg by a branch. It was just a bad scrach I was fine. I went back to studying and after about an hour and a half decided I wanted to venture to Sno-To-Go. So I packed up my stuff and began the treck over, under, and around the trees. As I was nearing the clearing (woah that rhymes) I jumped over a tree and landed on a root sticking up. It was a root or a really sharp branch. Totally stabbed my foot to the point where it became a bloody mess. I tried pourin the bottled water over it to clean it out but I couldn't stop bleeding. Not wanting to get sand it it, and not having anything to bandage with, I hobbled back to my car. In my car I couldn't find A SINGLE NAPKIN inside. So I found a piece of paper, sloppily wrapped my very bloody toe, and decided I should seek immediate medical attention. It felt like something was stuck in my toe.
So I pulled out of the parking lot and started heading back to campus when a park ranger tells me to pull over. I thought there was some sort of roadblock or something. So I pull over and he says "Lisence and registration please." I'm immediatly like "oh shit." So i hand it to him and he brings it to my attention that I am going 48 in a 35. Now, I'm not a habitual speeder, never had a ticket in my life, and didn't even realize I was speeding. So I looked him in the eye and said "Sir, I'm not trying to make excuses but i damaged my toe really badly and I'm trying to seek medical attention. I can't stop bleeding, it hurts like hell, its my acceleration foot and I know I need to get help." He immediatly switches gears and directs me behind his car where he bandges my foot for me. God Bless him. He hands me back my goods and reminds me once again that the speed goes down to 35. I tell him I am aware of this, apologize, and then i go seek medical attention.
Turns out the toe got me out of a ticket. Bloody mess and all. It ended up not being infected, just severly cut. So I survived.
Toe Struggles Part 2
Yesterday I had a few more things to move to Landrum attic for the summer. Thank God for Sarah because my car was very very loaded and there was no way in hell I was going to fit my summer stuff in there. So Sarah drove me to Landrum and helped me load all my crap up to the attic. Sure enough while carrying three boxes I tripped over a piece of really sharp, cut metal. Yes. On the same freaking toe as my incident a week ago. I just bore through the pain because what can you do. There was work to be done and I wasn't going to stop for a little cut.
Little cut my ass. There was my poor toe bleeding all over the place again. I got Sarah to drive me to the Health Center to get it properly cleaned out because after the last time I didn't want to risk infection. I hobbled into the Health Center and they hooked me up with an Iodine foot bath, sterile strips, a bandaid, and a toe sock bandage. FOR FREE! Fortuantly, because I didn't have anything on me.
So my toe has been through a lot. The newest cut looks like an "S" and it made me want to carve some other cool designs in my other toes but I'm not that sick.
It is healing nicely and hates me. It may be seeking vengence as I write this because I've had feverish symptoms the past two days. Night sweats, chills, an actual fever which I slept off, loss of appetite, sore throat...the works. And my gums are swollen too, wonder what that is all about. I'm just gonna take some meds and ride it out to see what happens. No need to worry about it yet.
So that concludes the first chapter of my storybook. I hope you enjoyed this wonderful story. I will be back next time with even more to share. Caio
Prologue
As many of my amazing friends know, I am known for my stories. I'm one of those people that if it can happen to anyone it will happen to me. I've had almost three near death experiences, a car reck where I came out unharmed and my almost totaled car is now named lucky, I've been bitten by a duck, got out of a speeding ticket due to a bloody toe, and more. Some of these experiences seem quite ordinary but the situations I was in during them was quite extraordinary. Some of my closest friends are graduating and will miss their daily dose of MA's stories. Therefore I decided to blog my stories for the public to enjoy. I plan on writing an autobiography anyway. (Yes, I think that highly of myself). So please enjoy my blog and my stories. Feel free to comment, laugh out loud, shake your head at my stupidity, or call me an idiot. :)
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