A week being 29

Well, it hasn't been a week yet.  Close enough.  I think I've been sore everyday since my birthday.  Could it be my age?  I think it's more of the training I'm doing.  Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes.  My birthday itself was alright.  I went to Disneyland and remembered how much I hate having a birthday during spring break.  But I did get to ride Tower of Terror twice and once with Dana, who was a newbie to Disney California.  

When I was younger my parents threw me good birthday parties.  For the first ten years of life or so, birthdays were a fun thing.  Now I don't really look forward to them.  Not because I'm getting older and la la la but because since ten, I don't remember having a good birthday.  Let's see, 13...nobody showed up to my party. 16...dad forgot and I was stuck in a car crossing the border all day with him.  18...uh, some pizza with friends but no big deal.  21...dinner with my family.  

I've been pretty lazy with school work so the next month is going to pound me.  I'm almost done!  Graduation is in May!  I was just invited to be inducted into Phi Kappa Phi, the National Honor Society (my mom thought I was joining a sorority).  I guess that's cool (the honor society, not the sorority).  By the way, I do a lot of minimizing in my life.  

I've been needing a lot of alone time.  I've been really torn with my CBB community.  I love them but I've been hurt by some of them a lot lately.  The whole Christians hate gays mentality has kept me from expressing my views because sometimes it doesn't seem worth the breath.  I mean, would they openly listen to my thoughts?  From what I've seen, I doubt it.  It makes me sad too because some of these people have become so close to me and yet I can't share "Christian Alyssa" with them.  I know, this probably sounds bad.

I've had people trying to boss me around a lot too.  Telling me what to do, how to do it.  I'm a grown woman...thanks for your input but I'll just stay over here in my own world.  Wow, now I'm sounding angry.  Good thing I see my therapist tomorrow.  

Happy Birthday Danny

Today is Danny's birthday and tomorrow is mine.  We've known each other for 29 years!

Same Ol' G

This is Don Francisco.  We used to visit him and his wife, Dona Cuca in Mexico.  I'm a gangsta in my ET shirt.  

Me and Danny

I thought it was time for another picture.  I met a Danny tonight who was really cool.  It made me think of the Danny's in my life.  Pretty good guys for the most part.  This is Danny Nunez and he was my best friend growing up.  His birthday is exactly one year and one day before mine.  His mom and my mom were best friends growing up and we still see one another every once in a while.  He has three kids now.  How time flies.  

Angry Face

I tried to call the guy who hit my car because his insurance has denied him coverage.  Now I have to try and get almost $600 out of him and there's a slight problem.  His phone number doesn't work and I don't know about going to the address he gave me.  Any suggestions?  I'm thinking I might know enough jiu jitsu to knock on his door, but that could be dangerous.  I think today I'm making the same face as I was in this picture.  I'm mad, sad, and Robbie isn't here to put his arm around me. 

Naked

I still love me some Oreo cookies.

My first day of life

I'm working on a development project for a class and got a bunch of old pictures from my dad this weekend.  I had never seen a picture of me as a newborn before.  Damn, I'm cute. 

I'm Rolling

I was rolling on Thursday in my grappling class and had my first mat injury.  I was in the mount position (on top of the other person), was trying to keep that position and was using my left leg for leverage.  Can you picture it?   The person underneath moved so I moved with her but my toenail didn't move.  In fact, I heard it tear away from the flesh under the nail and it was hanging there.  The girl under me was more disgusted and the couple next to us stopped rolling to see what was going on.  I ran to the bathroom, cleaned it, taped it up and lucky for me class was over.  I couldn't put a shoe on for 4 days and I missed my softball double header that night.  I was bummed.  While I was watching the UFC fights this weekend in Fillmore one guy looked at my toe and asked what happened.  I said I lost it on the mat.  The other guys were pretty impressed but this smart alec asked if the mat bit me.  I have street cred now.  

I started a new job.  Hate it.  I don't want to work.  Ever.  

My neighbor came over and said her doctor told her to give up drinking so she wanted to donate the booze in her house to my cause.  I said okay, seeing that I entertain every once in a while (even if Katie makes me drink sangria alone).  She came over with a LOT of alcohol.  I told classmates the story and said I didn't know what to do with it.  They said, "Invite us over!"  

Uh, that's about it for now.  I'm sleepy.

What a D-Bag!

I've followed this season of The Bachelor from the beginning.  I've never done it before, but I liked Jason and thought he would be a good guy to watch.  He was.  Until the after show.  What a douche, that's all I have to say.  Check out the hard time Jimmy Kimmel gives him.  

How I Play Softball Part 2

My leg, 3 days later. It's massive. 

How I Play Softball

My leg, an hour after the game. 

Don't Let Robbie Cut Your Hair

JD asked Robbie to cut his hair. The clippers eventually "fell" off and JD ended up bald.

Damaged

This is what $3000 in damage looks like after someone ran their stop sign and right into me.

The Way I See it #76

"The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life." Anne Morriss

Reading the Starbucks cups has become a favorite past time of mine. I haven't been to coffee in a while and a good friend offered to buy and I don't say no to free macchiatos. Anyway, this cup had me thinking about a couple of situations in my life and particular people. It also made me think about my walk with God lately. I haven't been going to a church. Mostly because I like to waste my time. Also because I have no friends that go to church in the area and I'm tired of feeling so alone when I go places. But you know, maybe I should stop making excuses and find a church I like. And be committed to it. Because we all commit to things, I've just been committed to myself and life isn't worth living like that.

Last night I woke up a couple of times. I don't usually sleep through the night, waking up with some random pain, needing to use the bathroom, or just slight noises can wake me. But last night was scary because I woke up out of fear. I had a dream (and have been having depressing dreams lately) that made me wake up with this heavy, dark feeling around me. It reminded me of a few years back when I was going through big time spiritual warfare and I hated it. I immediately started praying and hoping I would fall back asleep. It took about 2 hours to finally feel peaceful and now I'm a bit afraid of what will happen tonight. You can pray for me.