How Heavy

One of my greatest downfalls is that I try to feel the weight of things before they are on me.

I anticipate the gravity of a situation and try to jump to the feelings accordingly. This only allows me to feel one round of the real weight of it all and one psuedo-round of assimilated feeling. The precursor to the real deal is often worse. Not quantitatively. The uncertainty is the hardest part.

so I have a great story... dont wimp out, read it ALL!

So we threw a party for Cecilia's birthday. It was bikini/boarshort themed... so yes, the theme of the night was "half naked and fully drunk." We made some strong jungle juice w/ everclear and everyone got sha-wasted on it. I have a mentee. His name is Sam. Sam is a smart man b/c, of course, I taught him everything he knows. Sam is a freshman that I am supposed to have monthly meetings w/ and tell him that college is still ok. So Sam and I meet to drink, unfortunately. Anyway, Sam followed suit and got drunk (mind you, for this party Sam wore a wetsuit - great guy, huh!!!) like everyone else. He then decided to walk home, safer than driving, right? wrong.

Sam got hit by two cars. Two. TWO. 2.

He was walking, let me rephrase, aparently he was LOLING in the street where he got hit by the first car... he then called a friend to tell them that he just got hit by a car... the friend told sam later (b/c sam was too messed up to remember this the next morning -strange thing to forget, right?) that there was a squeal of tires and a thud in the background noise on the phone.

The second car took a smack on my beloved freshman. His phone went flying and sam scrambled to get it. He picked it up and said to his friend "Sorry man, I just got hit by another car. What were you saying?"

OMG, right? RIGHT?! Anyway, sam woke up the next morning and he ached all over. He didnt know why, but assumed it was b/c of a hangover. He got outta bed to go to the restroom and he was wearing a blazer and his boxers.... he went home in a wetsuit.... funny choice of wardrobe for a party and then bedtime, sam.

On his way to the restroom, sam caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. He did a double-take.... he saw his arm was mauled (by a sword fight w/ laurie the night before) and the other side of him was bruised all over.

He didnt remember the night's occurances and had to be told later. He called me when he found out and I laughted. I am a terrible mentor. I got my lil man drunk and turned him into the cruel world....wearing only a wetsuit....

if you've never tried those abdomen heating pads for cramps, you must.... even if you dont have cramps.... or if your a dude.... seriously, there's something great about a warm tummy...

maybe that was an overshare, but those little babies save my day!

this is Kate and I on Christmas morning... gotta love the swim suits in December

this is me on the balcony of one of the houses.

and this is my Grammy in the water after I got back from snorkling