Wednesday, April 27, 2011

How Awkward are Socks

Has anyone else ever noticed how awkward socks are to take off? Now I'm not talking about taking them off just everyday, I'm talking specifically when you are about to do the dirty with someone. There is never any problem ripping off tops or jeans, or boxers, or any other layer of clothing in a matter of minutes. But when it comes to the dreaded socks, its like you need a whole 2 minutes to your self just to bend down and pull each of those darn things off.

So the question arises... do you just leave the socks on, or pause the ravishing moment just to bother with the two cotton garments covering your toes?

But honestly, do the socks really make that much of a difference? Obviously you have to have the pants off for intercourse to take place, but the pants are the only thing. People can easily have sex with shirts on. It doesn't matter. So where does the "socks off the feat" necessity come in?

I for one say leave the socks on. Unless you need the extra leverage of bare feet, who fricken cares.
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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

What makes a lie a lie?

It’s amazing how people constitute a lie.


The dictionary describes a lie as, a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood. An inaccurate or false statement.
So if someone tries to deceive you right to your face… That’s a lie.

If someone tells you incorrect information… That’s a lie.

But what if someone tells you some information, and yet leaves pertinent information out of their “true” statement in order to still deceive you? They never told you anything that was incorrect, so is that telling the truth? Is that telling a lie? Perhaps it’s what most of us like to call, not telling the whole truth.

Everyone has been guilty of not telling the whole truth, at some point. It is still deception, and yet we as humans still believe we are not doing anything wrong, because we didn’t lie to the person who was asking the question. We rely on someone to ask very specific questions, and if they don’t ask about the specific information you are willingly leaving out, we’re fine right? It’s not lying! It’s like when you were a kid and your parents would ask where you were going for the night. You might tell them you were going to a friend’s house. But they didn’t ask what you were going to do, so you leave out the part that there is a party going on at that friend’s house and you’re probably going to drink and try pot. Everyone is guilty of these same “lies” but some just never grow out of them.

I think deception can be both truthful and dishonest. Sometimes people have good intentions and don’t want someone else to worry or get hurt, and so they know that if they leave out a tiny bit of information, everything will be ok.

Does this make us bad people? Of course not, we just need to be made aware of what we are doing, and realize that a lie shouldn’t just be saying something untrue, a lie is any bit of information that deceives someone else, or causes them to trust you when that trust is truly not earned.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Sex So Good it Disturbs the Neighbors

Ivy lives is what is considered a condo, and she has one wall that shares with the most obnoxious people I have ever heard. This couple does nothing but get drunk and fight with each other... ALL THE TIME.

And when I say fight, I mean this bitch is screaming at the top of her lungs. Last night, at one point she just flat screamed for a good 30 seconds. I mean screamed. Not screaming words. Just a screaming noise. Out of the 3-4 nights a week I stay at Ivy's, I hear them fight probably half the time, if not every time i'm there. We have debated calling the cops several times, but don't want to cause any "bad blood" between us ya know? I figure one day, maybe one of the other neighbors will call the cops. Then we won't have to worry anymore.

Ivy and I were watching tv on the couch when things just started to get hot and heavy. I'm not one that really cares where sex happens, and she isn't either, and since Ivy doesn't have roommates, we didn't move to the bedroom. About halfway through this sweaty couch session, I could now hear the obnoxious bitch next door banging on the wall and screaming some crap about us going to bed. I was like, "WTF?" We listen to that bitch scream all night every night, and now she hears us having some awesome sex through the wall and she has the nerve to get pissed at us? FUCK OFF, was my thoughts. She's just jealous that all her and her man do is fight, and we actually get it on.

Knowing that she could hear us, and that it was pissing her off, just made me want to keep going forever and make sure Ivy got louder and louder. Shit, I'm not a noise maker when it comes to sex, but I almost started in on the moaning as well!

Do you think it would have been wierd, or hilarious if I started yelling, "Hold on, hold on. Almost finished, almost finished!!"

I think it would have been hilarious!!

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Dimming Candle

Ivy and I have had some relationship problems lately, and it's got me rethinking some of my own philosophies. For a very long time now I have always believed that your experiences shape the person you are today. I still believe that, but I guess I aways figured that your experiences shaped you in a good way. I figured that people learned lessons from things that had happened to them, and it made them a better person for the future. I'm starting to think I was wrong about that. Well, the part about always changing you in a good way part.

Let's look at relationships. When someone is in a relationship and then they are cheated on, they might use this experience to shape the way they trust someone. They might expect the next person to cheat on them, so they never truly trust that next person.

Maybe a guy was in a series of relationships where the girl needed him for absolutely everything. She needs him to take care of her in every way. Then one day he meets a very independent girl who doesn't need him to do anything at all. Him might not know how to act.

I know this one will be a touchy subject, but what if a girl is sexually assaulted? Perhaps that experience makes it very hard for her to ever let anyone touch her or become intimate with her.

My point is, that experiences don't always change you in a good way. They can easily change you in a bad way. I've started to wonder if pure love is only achievable when one is younger. It's like as you get older, you have more and more experiences that contaminate the way you "feel" love. When I was in high school, I had my first serious relationship when I was a senior and I was not shy about telling the girl I loved her. I said it probably after a couple months, and I really did love that girl. I still do. The next girl I fell in love with was just as easy to fall for. But now, it's very hard for me to fall in love. I've been hurt bad a few times, and so instead of just opening up to the possibility of being hurt like that again, I've kept every girl I meet, at a "safe" distance.

Ivy is the first girl in a long time that I am willing to get close to, but I feel like she is not ready to let me be close to her. She continues to think of her experiences as the "norm" and is just waiting for me to fail, fuck up, break her heart, and fuck her over.

The bad thing about me, is that I tend to live up, or down, to people's expectations. If people expect me to do something, I don't have a problem doing it. So that worries me, because the more and more she expects me to fuck up, one day i'm just not going to care and i'm going to fuck up anyways because she is expecting me too.

In my longest relationship, we took "a break" once, and that girl told me start dating other people. I didn't. I din't want to date anyone but her. For the longest time I refused, but she always told me to date other people. One day, I finally did. She had been telling me for so long, that I figured, "Why not? She's expecting it." Ultimately, that same girl hated me for dating someone else, even though I denied for so long, and she was the one who convinced me to date someone else. I don't want something like that to happen again with Ivy. But I also wonder that if both of our experiences have made us unable to love one another truely, completely, and trustfully.

Monday, March 21, 2011

A Sad Sight

St. Patty's Day was pretty wild and I had a blast with all my friends. None of us got too crazy, but it was still a good time relaxing for the evening out at the bars. 
Friday was uneventful to say the least and was only filled with watching some basketball and eating buffalo wild wings.

Saturday was pretty much the same as Friday, although Ivy and I did go see Red Riding Hood. Great movie!


Sunday was another 4wheeling trip. We drove a few trails that are in the Hayman Burn area. This was Colorado's largest fire in history and happened in 2002. It burned over 138,000 acres. It was amazing to be driving on the top of a mountain and look to your left and see nothing but burned trees and rock for miles and miles. Then you look to your left and see the same thing.



It was definitely a sight to see. It was a great day filled with lots of fun. Today was a sad reminder however, because our state has 3 wild fires burning at the moment. One that is growing very large without any help in sight from mother nature. It has been very dry for weeks here in Colorado, and it's the driest winter I can remember. It is suppose to be warm and windy all week. Let's hope another fire like this one doesn't come around.






Thursday, March 17, 2011

Blah Blah Blah

Last week we got a corporate email from one of the executive's, talking about a recent high we made to join our corporate team. As the accountant, I see so much irresponsible spending in my company that it kills me. We spend money like we grow it in the back room. Sometimes I just can't believe where our all our money goes.

As I'm reading this email, it talks about what team this new chick is going to be part of, her brackground and experiences, and how she is going to be such a great addition to our company.

Last year, they're were hardly any raises or bonuses in our company. I know this will be the same this year. And as I continue to read this email, I am reminded that this new gal is not replacing anyone on the executive team, she is just being added to it, so my mind starts to wander, and although I am reading about "accomplishments", and a "great team addition" my brain processes these words to be saying, "We're gonna be paying some else a shit ton of money, so y'all aren't going to get any raises or bonuses again" and "We're gonna keep hiring more and more expensive people for no reason, except that it gives us an excuse to not pay everyone else more".

It sucks that as the prices of everything in our country continues to rise, (gas, groceries, etc.) the poor just get poorer, the middle class start becoming poor, and the rich just get richer. Companies are refusing to pay their current employees more, but are very willing to shop and pay very high salaries for someone to come into their company with "a good name" or "a good background". I think that is crap. If you want your company to grow, give your current employee's some incentive! I think it's common knowledge that if someone knows they will get a reward, they are more likely to try harder and perform better. But when we just see new person after new person come in and take over the high positions, it gives the rest of us nothing to work towards because we know we will always be stuck where we are at because you aren't willing to give any of the rest of us the opportunity to show you that we can kick ass at that job, or that we are the answer for the current slump.


Open your eyes executive team!!

When someone finally gives us a chance to kick ass for them, I hope it's for your competitor, and we put you out of business.


On a good note... HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY!  Go get your drink on!! I'm on my way out now to go fill my belly with plenty of green beer :-)

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

What Do You Want From Me?

Monday I got a call from an ex girlfriend, and not just any ex, but THE EX.

I haven't talked about her at all on this blog, because things had ended before I started writing. But this particular ex, Elisa, we my college sweetheart. We dated for 3 years, and when we broke up, it was an absolute mess of a break up. She dated another guy for about 10 months and he was a psycho!  I know that he would hit her because she would call me up every couple months, drunk, after they had had a big fight, and tell me thing s he had done. Or maybe he never really did hit her, because she was pretty much a pathological liar. I know this when we were together. She would lie about everything, and towards the end, I started to catch the lies, and then I started to not trust her, and I eventually told her I didn't trust her and that I couldn't be with someone I didn't trust. But I think this guy made things worse, and sometime I think he some how brain washed her.

After her and this guy broke up, she started calling me again because I was the only one who would answer. She had lost every friend she had because of this guy, and she knew I would answer and listen to her. I love this girl. Always have, and always will. We started to get closer again over the next few months and hooked up a few times, but never started dating again.

The guy she had been dating moved to Texas, and last January, she decided she missed him and moved down there with him. I wasn't sure what was happening between us, but I knew I still loved her, and it really hurt for her to just up and leave for that guy again. After that, I dated a few girls, and eventually got serious with one girl. But there was a huge problem. I had a girlfriend who I really liked, but Elisa was really good at calling me every 3 months when she was first with this guy, and just like clock work, she called me 3 months after she moved to Texas. It was like she was always trying to keep me on a hook. And let me tell you, it worked. Because although I really liked this girl, I always knew, and could even admit to myself, that if Elisa came back, I would drop my current girlfriend in a heart beat,

I haven't heard from Elisa in a very long time till Monday, but just like every other time she has called, it brings me back to every memory we ever shared. 3 years is a WHOLE LOT of memories. I swear, the past 2 days, I've heard this song like 12 times...
I hate how something so simple like a phone call can bring feelings back. I don't know if I will ever truly be over this girl, but maybe. I just kinda hurt again and I don't really know why. I know she's not good for me, but a part of me still wants her back and wants to relive everything I shared with her. There really isn't a place in Colorado that doesn't remind me of her. I used to feel like the only way I was going to forget was if I got away from here, and Monday phone call brought that idea back into my head.

Is it really possible to get over someone by covering up and writing over memories, or is the only way to start fresh where there are no memories at all?

Monday, March 14, 2011

I didn't know they let 14 year old into the bar.

Yes, I've been MIA for awhile now, and I know y'all have certainly missed my reflection Mondays right?

Well this weekend was filled with lack of sleep. Stupid daylight savings time!!

Thursday was the usual beer pong Downtown, and unlike the past, ohh, 12 weeks, the bars were hoppin! The weather was very warm and since it was spring break, everyone was out getting their drink on, and the patios were finally open and you didn't even need a jacket. Good deal!

At one point in the night I went to the bathroom, and while at the stall, I once again was hearing strange noises. This time, it wasn't sex noises. I could hear two guys laughing hysterically like 2 teenage girls talking about penises. I heard them walk out the door as I finished my business and went to the sink to wash my hands. As I got to the sink, all you could see was the foam soap all over everything. The mirror was dripping, the faucets were covered, and the floor was soaked. It was like someone just had a foam party in their while I was taking a leak. I couldn't believe it. How old are we? What fricken retard gets so drunk that they think it would be funny to throw soap all over the place? I've done some stupid shit when I'm drunk, but this is pretty out there. Whatever I guess.

Friday night was laid back, and then Saturday I had to umpire a baseball tournament all day. I was beat when I got home, but I cooked Ivy dinner and made some bomb BBQ chicken!! I haven't made BBQ chicken before because I'm a steak guy, so I usually pick steak over chicken, but I let Ivy choose dinner, and I was up to make a solid dinner. Which I did! I am becoming quite the griller if I haven't mentioned that before. Anyways, while everyone else was downtown getting drunk since the afternoon, we just had some friends over to her place. It was a good night just chilling with people who can actually handle their alcohol, and we didn't have to deal with deafening loud music.

Unfortunately I had to get up early to umpire again, and the time change made me super tired. But when I arrived at the fields on Sunday, I was greeted by one of the most peaceful things I know. For some reason, I think that the sound of crows in the morning is very peaceful. I don't know why, they just are. I guess it reminds me of camping, when you wake up early, step out of your tent and you can still see your breath. The sun is just rising above the mountains, shadows are taller than they will be all day, and you just hear a crow squawking in the distance.

I love spring!!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Nabbing That First Kiss

On the drive home from work yesterday, one of the radio stations I listen to was talking about first dates and if they should involve kissing. It was interesting to hear all the people who called in and gave their opinions. It seemed that a lot of guys were calling in saying they didn't kiss on the first date out of respect for the women. And then a lot of women were calling in saying they wanted a kiss on the first date. I'm not sure if guys were just calling in to sound nice and gain some points or something, but this is how I feel about this whole thing.

I can easily call myself a kissing whore. I can go out and find a woman who I don't think is attractive, but yet still end up sucking face with her later that night. 99% of the time, I have been the one who makes the move for the first kiss. It has never mattered to me whether it was the first date, or the fifth. If I feel like kissing you, I'm going to do it. If you reject me, that's your call, but I'm not going to be mad about it. Maybe you just weren't ready. But again, I'll let the woman make that call.

I feel like the guys who were saying, "I don't kiss on the first date out of respect for the woman", are the same guys who are going to end up ordering the woman's meals for her when they go out. Who ever told you that you need to make a decision for a woman?
Maybe she wants to kiss you really bad, but is just too afraid to make the first move. Don't take it upon yourself to decide what is best for the relationship. What if the girl moves in to kiss you? Are you going to deny her because you are trying to "respect" her?

This is why people have so many problems with dating these days. Everyone is trying so hard to not make previous mistakes and trying to figure out what the other person wants, that they forget dating involves you as well. What about what you want? You should always take care of yourself first when it comes to the beginning of any relationship. I mean let's be honest here, if you like someone and want to talk to them, go talk to them. Do you expect them to just come talk to you? Not always gonna be the case. Make the move. Go for it. Have some courage. What's the worst that happens... they say no (in some fashion).
You can't be scared of rejection. Everyone likes confidence. The more confident you are with yourself and your actions, the more comfortable someone else is going to be with what is happening.
If I timidly try to kiss a girl, chances are the kiss isn't going to be great and she isn't going to want another.

When a person thinks about themselves in the beginning of a relationship, it shouldn't be mistaken as just being selfish. You are both trying to figure out if this is something that could go somewhere am i right? So why would you neglect everything that is important to you, just so that you become the "perfect match" for the other person. That person has to be a perfect match for you also. Respect shouldn't be misconstrued as taking control of a relationship. Respect is being considerate of the other person's feelings and opinions.

Enough jibberish... If you have a chance to kiss someone, just go for it.


Thursday, February 24, 2011

Awkward Sex Moments

Today, the absolutely hilarious girl over at Was that Awkward put up a Thieving Thursday story that was mine! Check it out! Also be sure to follow her. She has some of the most outrageous stories I have ever heard.

Well, I'm going to follow that story up with another awkward sex moment I had this past year. In my "Post Birthday" Post, I mentioned towards the end that I had a nice make out session with a girl and quietly said she didn't sleep with me that night. I think it's time to fill y'all in on why.

After the hot tub and hanging out some in the living room, I grabbed Clover (she had a 4 leaf clover tattoo that I saw briefly) and pulled her into my room, pressed her up against the door, and had a very solid make out session. She shut the door and took my shirt off. I then toss her on the bed and we each take turns taking off a layer of clothing.

Now, like most awkward stories, this particular story has a slight contributor to the awkwardness. Earlier that day, I couldn't figure out how to turn the heat down, so instead I just opened the window in my room. Like in idiot, I forgot to close the window, and now that it was like 1am, it was fricken freezing in that room. And for me, I notice the cold fairly quickly.

As I'm standing over Clover naked, I begin to get the chills and shake slightly. She points out my shaking, and I tell her I'm just getting cold. She offers to help and then rolls me over so she is now on top. The sex has not started, but at this point it was clear its going to happen. We start fooling around a little when I noticed I still have the chills. I begin to over think this, and worry she thinks I'm not really cold, but nervous about having sex with her. And then it really started... I started getting nervous about getting nervous.

Clover says, "You are still shaking". I look at her and say, "Stop worrying about it". Now if you knew me in real life, you would know that I am normally a loud person. When I've been drinking, I'm at a completely other level; I'm really loud. Since this girl had just met me, she was unaware of this, and instinctively thought I was yelling at her. Her response, "Well you don't have to yell at me". Clover rolls off of me and just lays there for a second. I tried to salvage the situation by dropping my tone very low and telling her I was sorry, I wasn't yelling, I was just saying, and it came out really loud. My efforts were not successful and hence Clover decided it was best for her to say good night and go to her room, so she did.

So there you go. My shot at birthday sex this past year was ruined by the damn cold, and the drunken nerves of getting nervous.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Yes I know, I'm a day overdue

Well folks, today is officially my Monday. I was off yesterday, and totally forgot what day it was and that I owed y'all a reflection Monday. My bad. But y'all understand right?

Anyways, this weekend was a pretty big let down on the side of the party scene. Went downtown to play pong on Thursday night as usual and it was actually crowded for a change. I was surprised how crowded the bar was for a winter Thursday night.

For those that don't know, Thursday nights seem to be a big downer in the winter at bars that don't offer it to be "Ladies night". I'm pretty sure speaking from experience, it's because the gentlemen will go anywhere where there is a crowd of women. It ups our their chances of staying warm during the winter months.

Somehow I have developed a major Kryptonite over the past few months. Awhile ago I mentioned to y'all that I'm "training" for the beer pong tourney in April. Well, the last cup has become my Kryptonite, and I have no idea how. I think it is a total mental thing. I started to notice I was getting worse at hitting last cup, and it just keeps getting more and more worse. On Thursday night, and Saturday night, I couldn't hit last cup to save my life. If it wasn't for my partners, I think i'd still be there today shooting at that damn thing. I am in need of a serious ego boost. I think it's time to practice with just one cup.

Like I just mentioned, I also played pong on Saturday night at a friend's party. So that's that. Then Sunday I wnet 4wheeling with some guys. Here are a few picks for your enjoyment...






As for yesterday, I sat around pretty much all day watching movies on tv, besides the hour I spent at the car wash giving my baby a good bath.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Accepting Who You Are

Maybe I'm asking a question that can never be answered, but how come relationships hold people back so much?

That question might seem a little open ended, so let me tell a brief story and explain a bit.

My best friend is an awesome guy. He is crazy, outgoing, nice, and when he's been single, he's a total party animal and always knows how to have a good time. When he finally got into a serious relationship, he stopped coming out with the boys. He stopped asking to hangout. He stopped going to parties. I totally understand that couples like to spend lots of time together, but shouldn't a perfect couple like to do the same things with each other as they did before they met? I feel like too many people change who they are just so that they can seem "perfect" for that other person.

Now with that in mind, I do believe the majority of people are very "fake" when you first meet them. Let's be honest here, when you first meet someone you are interested in or like, don't you try to impress them? You want them to like you back, so you act slightly different then you do on a normal basis. Me for example, I've noticed that my voice is a lot deeper when I first meet and start talking to someone. After awhile of interecting with them for a few weeks or months, I tend to become more comfortable with being goofy around them, so my voice changes slightly.

No matter how much you deny it, everyone does this. We all lie some how to another person just so that we look a little cooler. A little more attractive. A little better in that other person's eyes.

But what happens when the "let's impress them" attitude wares off? That's when the relationship comes to an end. In most cases, this happens early on, and so it doesn't seem like a big deal to break ways with someone when you know you aren't right for each other. Then there are those cases where people spend months or years with each other, and slowly pile up all the reasons why their relationship is not going to work. Those cases suck. You spent so much time with that person, so now you question if it was a waste or not. How come sometimes it takes us so long to figure out we aren't right for each other? Is it that some people really do a very good job at hiding who whey truely are, or are we so caught up in lust that we are just blinded by the obvious signs?

Monday, February 14, 2011

Dollar Dollar Bill Y'all

This weekend was filled with money and long lost friendships.

Friday night I went out with my best friend's Nick and Jess. We went downtown, bar hopped, and spent money none of us had. At one bar, I saw a friend I haven't seen in 6 years or more. We used to play football and baseball together back when we kids. It was great seeing him, although I didn't recognize him for like 15 mins. Have you ever had someone approach you and they are like, "Hey your name! How are you?" then you're like, "HEY!!" and have no idea who the person is? That was me. I was totally trying to pull it off that I knew who he was, but really had no idea. Jerrad looked so different. After we separated for awhile, I finally figured it out, and eventually went back to talking with him. I felt like an idiot, but I don't suspect he knew I didn't remember him at first.

On our walk back to the Jeep, I took a shortcut through a parking garage, and I found a wallet. The wallet had no id, so there was no way to return it to anyone. When I opened the bill section of the wallet, I couldn't believe my eyes. 50,50,50,50,50,20,20,20,20,20,20,20,20,20,20,20,20,20,20,20... etc...

We had just found an unidentifiable wallet with over $800 in it!!! WAHOOOO!! Our expensive night out just became a free one. We split up the money. Now I know that someone is gonna be thinking I am a bad person for taking the money, but be honest with yourself, what would you do? Like I said, there was no ID, so how do we turn the money in? It really sucks that someone lost that much money, but what would you have me done?

Saturday I drove up to Vail to see a friend from high school. She was an exchange student from Australia who spent a few years out here, and that's how we met. After graduation, she went back down under, and we kept in touch for a little while, but I hadn't spoke with her in a couple years until I saw on her FB that she was in Vail this week.

You all remember me talking about accents right? Well, hanging out with a couple Aussies all day was AWESOME! It was great to see this girl after 6 years and catch up. (check out her blog) They wanted to go tubing, so that's what we did. Great day. Here are a few pics or the scenery...




And finally, today is Valentine's Day. I know that many people hate this day, but hey, it should be just like any other day. If you are single, don't let it get to you. Be happy that you don't have to go out, spend a bunch of money, wait ridiculous amounts of time to eat dinner, do ridiculous amount of personal grooming just to enhance the sex tonight, and just think about how fake people are today. Don't be sad, because for the most part, yes, everyone who has a significant other looks happy today, but what about every other day? Those same people will probably be miserable and complaining about their companion next week. 

As for me and Ivy, we decided we're just gonna cook up a couple nice steaks, curl up on the couch, and watch some tv. Simple and easy. Just like any other day.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Warrior Dash

Have y'all seen this?


I think it is hilarious how every description of this event you find, talks about how crazy hard this thing is. If you search videos on it, how many people do you see are actually in really good shape, to handle something "crazy hard"??
Basically, I think this is a way to get Americans to get out and do something crazy before getting shit faced at the after party. They hype it up to make you feel like you really are in shape and that you don't need to change yourself in anyway, because obviously you just conquered this "crazy hard" warrior challenge.

Now i'm not saying people shouldn't do this, because I think it looks like a total blast! I'm planning on doing it! I'm just saying they shouldn't try so hard to make it seem so extreme. I mean come on, halfway through that video you see a chick who is obviously not in shape at the after party. If she can beat this thing, my lazy butt better find a way to finish!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

To Answer or Not to Answer

Yes, I am throwing in my "reflection monday" today because I have been a slacker all week till now.

Friday night I dressed up like an idiot and drank way too much. Me and some friends played bar golf. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically a themed bar crawl. You get some friends, you all dress up in golf clothes, go to 9 different bars, and you get scored based on different things at different bars. For example, at our first hole, (bar 1), drinking 1 beer got you a bogey. Drinking a shit got you par. Drinking a shot and a beer gave you a birdie. Drinking both in under 5 mins got you eagle. Each bar had different requirements. Lowest score for the night wins. So like I said, you dress like an idiot and get wasted. It was fun! Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures.

Saturday was a snowy night and so Ivy and I stayed in and watched movies. Well, let me rephrase that. I watched movies, and she curled up on the couch with me and fell asleep.

I started Super Bowl Sunday off by playing a game of 50 cup beer pong.



The first game we played took an hour to finish! It was crazy, but soo much fun at the same time. We played 3 people per team and had enough for 4 teams, so we played a mini tournament. Good times!!


And now on to some other random stuff I was wanting to write about today....


I think I might be one of the only people I know who answers the phone on a consistent basis when I don't know the number. That was a little wordy, so let me ask you this; Do you answer your phone when you don't recognize the number that shows up on the caller id? I do. All the time. It's habit. I have friends who say things like, "If it's really important, they'll leave a message." Well what if that one call is all they had a chance for? What if someone I know is calling from a different phone because it is the only one they could find, and it was dying in the process? I once had an ex girlfriend call me from jail in the middle of the night. I answered, and I'm glad I did, because otherwise I'd never know that if someone ever calls me from jail again, you really are limited to 5 mins exactly, and then the phone just hangs up. So if you don't get all the information you need in those 5 mins, too bad, your screwed. So make sure you don't ask questions of no importance or lecture someone. Just saying. Ask questions like what they need you to do. When, and where to be sorta things.

Anyways, I always answer numbers I don't know because I'm paranoid it is someone who will need me, or that if I don't answer, I'll miss something important. If it turns out to be a solicitor, then i'll just hang up mid conversation. That's how I deal with the "unknown number".

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

3 Weeks Late

3 weeks ago, the awesome Rachel over at How Fickle is Woman gave me this award...


I kept putting off writing back because I was either too busy to blog, or the subject I wanted to blog about that day could include the award. Anyways, today is the day, and I have some great stuff to write about for this award. According to the rules, you must really open up with your readers in order to accept this award. I believe that I am very open with y'all on what happens in my life, but here is some honesty about me as a person..

I want to talk about a couple serious pet peeves I recently realized I have. First, dirty car windows. I was riding in Ivy's car last week and her windows were digusting. Inside from her dog's slobber, and outside from the weather. It was driving my nuts. Like this post, Ivy's night driving scares me and she knows it, so I told her it might be because her windows were dirty, so maybe that's why she was having a hard time seeing. After we had dinner, I told her to pull into the gas station so I could clean them for her. After I cleaned the outside, I continued to grab a few paper towels and clean the insides. I was scrubbing on them forever it felt like. It made me remember how when I was younger, I was always telling my parents to turn on the windshield wipers because the windshield was "a little" dirty. They said they could see fine, but it was that little bit of dirt that bugged me the most. Then when we would go on road trips, y'all know how bugs basically gets burnt onto the windshield, i'd tell my dad i'd clean the windshiled because he did a crap job. He would barely scrub, gets no bugs off at all and just making smear marks all over. I'd get out there and scrub those bugs off till the sponge brush thingy tore apart. I didn't care, I just needed that windshield clean. Dirty winshields still bug me to this day. I don't know why, they just do. How hard is it to clean your fricken windows? Maybe it's because I don't think that most people are as good of drivers as me, so I feel they need to be able to see properly.
Pet peeve number two comes from the male restroom. Yes, I'm a male and occasionally miss the toilet a tad, but it's usually when i'm tired or drunk, and at home. How hard is it to hit the fricken urinal?? I hate having to walk up to the urinal and see a puddle of piss right where I need to stand. So now I feel like I need to stand a foot or so away from the urinal and shoot for distance is order to not get piss on my shoes. Maybe that's exactly what happened; A string of accidents. One guy comes in and shakes too early dropping some pee on the floor. The next guy comes in and doesn't want to stand in the dribble, so he steps back a few inches. In the process, he is not over the urinal, hence the ending of his flow puts a little on the floor as well. The next guy comes in and same thing. By the time I get in there, I'm shooting for record distance trying not to pee on my own pants or shoes. I would expect this sort of thing at a place where their are a lot of children, because they miss a lot. They just haven't had the hose experience yet. But I see this at my office every fricken day! EVERY FRICKEN DAY!! Put that shit in your hand, aim, shoot, and give a little shake at the end, but do it over the urinal. It's almost garanteed you won't miss.

Alright, well that's enough for today. I never saw in the rules of this award how many people I was suppose to pass this along to, so here are a couple I'm giving it to...



and of course...



Happy Hump Day!!!

Monday, January 31, 2011

Dumbass Move of the Day V3



Friday it was fricken 70 degrees here in Denver! Talk about crazy for January. Both my bosses left work about 1pm, so I took off around 1:30. 4hr days make me extremely happy.
I walked outside, dropped the top on the Jeep and drove to my parents house where I played with the dogs and did a little work on the Jeep, as I usually do when I have free time. It was a great Friday.

Saturday I went snowboarding with a buddy and we got some awesome runs in. We took a lift as high on the mountain as we could, and then we hiked this ridge for a bit to get a good drop in down one of the chutes and into the bowls.

 


After this run, things got sour. I got a little hungry and reached into my pocket to grab one of my three granola bars. We did a few more runs and headed down the mountain.
It was about 1 when we decided to do one more run and call it a day...
I reached for my pocket to grab another granola bar...
Wait a second. Why is that pocket open?
Why are my granola bars not in there?
More importantly... Did I move my keys to another pocket?
SHIT!!

When I grabbed the first bar, I forgot to zip my pocket back up, and it was the same pocket I put my car keys in. I had only wiped out one time since then, but I had made multiple stops and sat down. We raced back up to the top of the mountain in hopes that we could comb the runs we did and find my keys. They obviously had to be sitting with 2 granola bars, so we searched and searched for those damn green wrappers.

No luck.

This dumbass lost his keys on the mountain. Oh and it gets worse...

"Just have someone drive your spare up" Jim said. That would have been a great idea except for the fact that I don't have a spare!! That was it. The only one. No others. I was fucked.


This is what I thought I was gonna have to do.

Luck would have it though, that my Jeep is still in my parents name. They also had a copy of the registration. And, it wasn't 5 o'clock yet, so they ran to the dealership to see if they could get a copy made. Sure enough, the delearship has all that on record, and my Jeep was made one year before they started installing chips into the keys, so they could just make me a copy and it should work. One year later and I would have had to tow it down to the dealership for them to program the key. That solved my key issue. Next was how do I get home? This is when you know who your true friends are. My buddy Chris drove 2hrs to pick my ass up. Then we drove 2hrs back home. Sunday I had another buddy drive me up and thankfully the new key worked. I think I'm gonna owe them beer for awhile.

What a weekend! It was a giant pain in the ass, but it all worked out. So here is some dumbass advice for all of you... MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A SPARE KEY MADE!!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Power of a First Kiss

I have come to the conclusion that every girl has their own taste.

Now let's not get dirty here... although I do love crude humor!

I'm talking about the way a person tastes when you kiss them. Not every mouth tastes very refreshing. For me anyway, your taste is definitely something that plays a factor in if i'm going to kiss you again. It plays into the spark ya know. We might have had the hottest, most passionate kiss on the planet. But if your mouth tastes like a jar of old pennies... deals off sweetie. Sorry.

Perhaps I just have stronger scents of taste then others, but I guarantee that if you blindfolded me, lined up a handful of woman from my life, (let's say ex girlfriends), I could tell you who each one of them are by just kissing them (assuming I have kissed them in the past).


This is why I love the anticipation of a first kiss. I don't think that anyone can down play the power of a first kiss. You all know that there has been someone in your life who you thought was super attractive, and you just wanted to jump their bones. And when it finally happened that you got your hands on them, they pressed their lips to yours, you stood there for a minute and then thought...
"WTF WAS THAT?!?!?!" Immediately turned off.

I once dated a girl who was absolutely amazing in bed, but was probably the worst kisser I had ever experienced. It was like she was trying to eat my face. Mouth open wide, constantly doing this thing I call the "open mouth Chew". Imagine the mouth open, but just a slight chewing action that barely closes the mouth, still leaving it open. It was always sloppy, and I felt like I needed a napkin after every make out session. The thing that blew me away the most, was that she constantly told me that she loved kissing way more than sex. How does someone with that attitude become so awful at the thing they like most, and so amazing at the thing they don't like so much. I have no idea.

Anyways...
Perhaps I over analyze it, but here are some of the things that peak my anticipation of that first kiss...
I can't wait to see how you grab me.
The way you might grip my collar.
The force you pull me closer with.
Which way you tilt your head.
How soft your lips are.
Where you place my hands.
Where you let ME place my hands.
Will it be a deep passionate kiss.
Will it be action filled, with lots of tongue and movements.
Will there be any tongue at all.
Will you sigh.
Will you make any sounds at all.
And then, will your mouth have a taste that leaves me wondering, "When can I do that again?"


Anyone else have things that go through their mind before, during, or after a first kiss?


Monday, January 24, 2011

Revamp

This past weekend was pretty much filled with beer pong. A LOT OF IT.
Thursday night went out downtown as usual and played pong at Lodos.
Friday, went over to a buddy's place and played pong all night.
Saturday Ivy gave me a new haircut. If I haven't mentioned before, Ivy is a hairstylist. I am now rockin a pretty good looking Fohawk. My mom said it was ok, but that it looked like a 18 year old's cut. In some ways I can see that. I think it definitely makes me look younger, which I don't need. But hey, I'll rock it for awhile and see how things go. Saturday night we went to a couple parties and played a little more pong.

Yesterday I gave my Jeep a good bath and a nice wax. Is it weird that I still get googly eyed over my own Jeep?
We also went to see the Green Hornet last night.


Absolutely awesome movie!! I love a good action film with a cool tricked out car. It was pretty funny too and not completely serious all the time like most super hero movies.

On another revamp note, I decided this weekend that I really need to start being better with my money. In the past couple months I have paid off my Jeep, paid off 1 credit card, and now should have a little extra money laying around. But the fact is, I don't have extra money. I have never been good about saving because I like to go out and play all the time. If I have extra money, I tend to spend it. This needs to die down a bit. On Friday I committed to putting $100 a month into a money market account and hopefully that will help me reach some short term financial goals, like paying off the other credit card with $5k on it, or maybe a down payment on a house, or maybe a "run around" car since they are projecting $4 gas this year... ouch!! We'll just have to see how that one goes.

Monday, January 17, 2011

5 o'clock somewhere

I was extremely frustrated on Friday, hence my mid day rant. Women can get under my skin in a matter of minutes, and it didn't help that I was irritable all week from work and some other stupid bull shit. I counted every minute that passed on Friday from about 3:30 to 5. The moment I got home, I could hear a faint voice calling me...

"Ryan"
"Im in here"

"Ryan"

I followed the voice to the kitchen. I immediately threw open that fridge, grabbed that blue mountain can, and poured the most refreshing beer I have ever drank down my aching throat.

Beer tastes so much better when you are frustrated. Luckily, I was in luck to have a lot more that night. My buddy Chris got back in town from his winter vacation in Texas and he wanted to hit downtown. His GF isn't 21 so she offered to drive us. We hit up Jackson where they have $15 all you can drink till midnight. This means you gotta get like 5 drinks to make it worth it. 3 beer in, I told Chris I was getting full but not even close to feeling anything. So I switched to vodka crans. 2 of those and I had reached the 5 drink quota, but I wanted to finish off that bar with one more beer.

We were making our way to Pats when we passed a bar Chris knew of pretty well. I have never been there so he said we had to go. When we walked in, I was amazed to find they had 100 something beers on tap!! We had a beer there and ran into my friend Amanda. She was out with some friend playing bar golf. There were on there way to the Grizz next, so we followed them over there.

I was already drunk at the time, and I was still pissed at Ivy so when we got to the Grizz I regressed to my "single, out at the bars" self. I thought Amanda had a cute friend, so I bought us all a round of shots. They were about to head to a different bar and we were still in the mood for Pats, so we parted ways.

On the way to Pats I couldn't help but notice these two lovely ladies in dresses walking ahead of us. As they started making a turn entering a parking garage, one of them caught me staring at them. This happens a lot apparently like this post.

I don't know how we started talking, or even remember what was being said, but I know we were talking from across the garage when we talked them into coming to Pats with us. Again, drunken Ryan decided to buy shots. Then Chris bought a round. Needless to say, I was hammered. The girl wanted to go dance somewhere, so I told them we could go to a bar I used to bounce at. We did some dancing, and it was about that time to part ways. Chris's GF was on her way, and I certainly couldn't drink anymore. I exchanged numbers with the Cali girl but I couldn't remember her name for the life of me. She is now in my phone as "Parking Garage Girl".

Although I got her number. I will not use it. I am serious about Ivy, and I am no cheater! I know it may sound bad that I got a number, but it's not. I made no moves on her and did nothing wrong. Hey, can't get mad at a guy for practicing his game a little bit. Just because Michael Jordan goes out to shoot some hoops doesn't mean he is coming out of retirement.

I did end up seeing Ivy on Saturday before leaving town, and we talked about some things, and she is just used to getting hurt and expects it to happen again. I told her she can't think that. She has to bring things up to me, even if they sound stupid to her. One key to a good relationship is communication. I don't want to read stuff on FB about her being frustrated with me and never saying something to me. That's a little ridiculous. But hey, we got it figure out.

The rest of my weekend was snowshoeing in Estes Park with the family!!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Apparently Hot Friends are a NO-NO!

Since when is it a crime to have a facebook profile picture of you and your friend? I'll tell you when... When you are a man, and your friend in the photo is a woman, and NOT the woman you are dating. That's when!

A couple weeks ago I wrote this post about how I went out for my friend Kel's birthday. This week she posted the pics from that night and in most of the pics I look retarded or I'm doing something stupid, but there is one of me and Kel where I think that I look damn good. I love the picture! I tend to not be serious when taking photos, so there aren't a ton of good ones of me on facebook. When I finally get a good one, I like to make it my profile pic for awhile. Now like I mentioned in that post, Kel is very attractive, but her looks shouldn't matter. She is JUST my friend. We have never BEEN more, and I'm 99% sure we will never BE more. A friend in a picture is a friend in a picture. Shouldn't matter if they are female or male, but apparently it does.

Ivy told me last night that she saw that I changed my photo. She asked who the girl was. I told her my friend Kel, who I have talked about before. I have never hid anything from her when it comes to the women in my life (except when I was seeing Chi at the very beginning of meeting them both. I'm not stupid enough to tell a woman I just met that I met another woman too who I've gone on a few dates with). Ivy is well aware that I have many friends that are girls. That's just the way it is. It has always been that way and always will. That doesn't mean I'm out screwing them all, nor do I want to.

Anyways, this morning I get on FB and notice that Ivy had changed her status to, "Can't sleep. Can't stop thinking. I hate when I over analyze him"

WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN???

When I first met Ivy, I knew that she had a facebook because she had told me. I refused to be friends with her on there, because we barely knew each other, and I have found out that it is pointless to add someone as a friend just because you like them. If things go sour, you don't want to see what they are up to, but then you don't want to delete them because then you will look like the immature one. So I found the best way to deal with this, is to just not become friends with girls you are dating untill it gets serious. Well, as you can probably tell, we have gotten a bit serious recently, so last week I friended Ivy. BIG MISTAKE!

Because now I gotta deal with this shit. Don't try and analyze my profile, or my pictures, who's writing on my wall, or who's wall i'm writing on, or my status updates, or any of that! So now, as you can see from my FB badge, I went out of my way to cut Kel out of the pic in hopes that that will ease Ivy's mind.
           Note: Yes. That hand on my shoulder is Kel's. So now I probably look like a prick to Kel for cutting her out when her hand is obviously in the picture ---------------------------------------------->

 Maybe i've just been irritable the past few days, but this really got under my skin today, and here I had a really nice post for y'all that I have been putting together for a couple days now. I don't like to post twice in a day, so I guess that will have to wait.


Have a solid weekend y'all!!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Passenger Paranoia

My weekend was pretty uneventful, and filled with Ivy. Until last night, I hadn't seen my own bed since Wednesday. I think it's time I get a drawer so that I don't have to pack a "night bag" when I leave my house anymore.

Thursday I began my training for a pong tournament coming up in April. This will be my cousins 5th annual beer pong tournament, and last year I was the first one in the family to win it. This year I plan on being the first team to win the tourney twice. Now when I say training, I don't mean binge drinking like the movie Beer Fest. Training to me is perfecting my skill, because it's about hitting all the cups first and winning. Some people go for the drinking, but I'm competitive as hell and hate to lose in anything. So for the next 3 months I will be playing pong at least 3 times a week.
(Yes I know... I have amazing life priorities)

Friday Ivy and I watched a movie and then went home where her crazy neighbors fought till 4:30am. That couple is seriously crazy. They yell and scream at the top of their lungs all night, and I can totally hear stuff crashing and banging around. This has happened more than a handful of times, and next time I think I may call the cops. Someone needs to get a hold of this situation. But I'll let Ivy make that decision since I don't actually live there.





Saturday I realized why I prefer to drive everywhere no matter where I am going or who I'm with... I have a serious fear of riding with someone else.

I was sitting in the back of the car with one of Ivy's friends driving. I swear I didn't do any backseat driving, but the entire time we were driving I was critiquing everything she did. Tailgating. Changing lanes without blinkers. Braking too hard. Shifting too hard. Not knowing where the fuck she is driving!
Inside my own head I was going crazy. I started thinking about how I pretty much always drive when me and my friends go out. It's not because they tell me to, I guess I just feel like I'm the best driver out of all of us. (This is probably true) 
There really are only a handful of people I can ride with and feel safe. And these are people I have known for many years. To be honest, Ivy's driving scares me the most. At night anyway. She is a pretty good driver during the day, but she is night blind and doesn't wear glasses for it. So when the sun goes down, I become afraid for my life. She drives way too close to other cars, and since we sit so low I wonder how she is going to stop in time when she sees the person in front of us hit their brake. She also can't see curbs when turning, so we have totally run a few of those over.
 I am constantly asking her if she wants me to drive, even when it's her car. Or, i'll just buy her a few drinks before we leave somewhere and then i'll say, "I better drive".

Does that make me a jerk?

I'm not really sure what it is, but as I sit here writing this, I'm realizing that the friends I feel safe with, drive trucks or SUV's. Maybe I'm just scared of being in a small car. Maybe I'm so use to my Jeep and how high it is, that I don't feel secure unless I know that our vehicle is gonna win if we are in a crash.

HHHMMMMMMMM........


Friday, January 7, 2011

All I have to say today...

WAHOOO!!! APPLEBEES... RIBLETS ON ME!!!

Anyone who has seen Dane Cook's "Rough around the edges" stand up knows what i'm talking about.



Happy Friday Everyone!


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

No Better Opportunity

For those of you that really know me, or actually read stuff on my profile, you know that I don't really like my job. Don't get me wrong, I like the work, mostly because I like working with numbers. I have always been good at math and I don't mind doing it all day. The part I hate though, is sitting behind a desk all day just running numbers and pushing paperwork. It sucks!!

The other problem, is that I have never known what I truly wanted to do in life. That makes it really hard to chase something when you have no idea what to chase. Well, recently an opportunity arrived that gives me that "need to chase" feeling.



In Colorado we have an organization called Stay The Trail. It promotes responsible trail use for any off road vehicle. For the most part, people abide by the rules and stay on marked trails and don't destroy the land, but there are a handful of ass-hats out there that continue to get trails closed for the rest of us. So it is every off road enthusiasts job to be responsible and show respect as to unsure our trails stay open for future enthusiasts. Anyways, Stay The Trail has a job opening. Basically, you would travel around the state promoting responsible trail use. There are also a wide range of other responsibilities, but they are things like apply for grants, attend off road events, put together fundraisers, meet with BLM reps, stuff like that. So it's basically a project manager position in a way.

Off roading is definitely a passion of mine and if I could do it for a living and help promote the safe use of trails to others, I think I would like that. Also, I am very sociable so that is another reason I want to get out of the office life and get out and meet/talk to people.

Tonight I am going to be revamping my resume is hopes that I can impress the folks at Stay The Trail and get myself an interview for this position. Wish me luck!!


IT'S WEDNESDAY... HAPPY HUMP DAY!!

Monday, January 3, 2011

New Years Eve Madness

Like I mentioned the other day, one of my good friends from college came and visited me last week from AZ. He arrived on Tuesday, and it was a shit show everyday until he left yesterday. You know that Black Eyed Peas song, "Party All the Time"?... Yea... that was us for 5 days. From the moment we arrived at my house at 7pm Tuesday night, we were intoxicated in some way, shape, or form every night until Sunday morning. And what did we do all day?? Sleep and watch movies. It was a great vacation!

Tuesday night we drank some beers at my place and then went to a bar for a beer pong tourney where we polished off 4.5 pitchers between the two of us. After a few long naps on Wednesday, we headed out to a bar to watch the Arizona bowl game. Since Brain goes to UA now, this was a must. We drank heavily once again and roamed around downtown all night. Made it to bed around 4am. Thursday we slept majority of the day again and then started the best night of the 5 days in my opinion.

A really good friend of mine turned 22 that day. We went over to her place to pregame where her and her friends pregame harder than anyone I know. Before we walked out the door to the bus stop, we took shot after shot after shot after shot. Now Kel is absolutely gorgeous, and has an amazing body, so i feel it is totally ok for her to show it off. Well, it was about 5 degrees Thursday night and Kel insisted on wearing shorts. Although she said her legs don't get cold that often and that we were going to be inside all night, this turned out to be a bad decision. We hit up a few bars and had a lot more drinks before 2 am came around. I did some good old swing dancing and caught up with a few friends I saw out that night. When the time came to get on out, we had to carry Kel out. She was so wasted we had to hold her up and she was practically incoherent. As it snowing, we start looking for a cab to hale. NOTHING. We couldn't find a single cab which was very abnormal for a Thursday night downtown. We started walking to another corner where every cab that passed us had people in it already. Kel started shaking really bad because she was soo cold. Shorts in 0 degree weather for any length of time probably isn't good, so the fact that we are standing out in it for 15-20 mins can give you an idea how cold she was. My intoxicated self started to freak a bit for Kel safety and so I started running down the snow covered streets of Denver chasing cabs. Now when I say running down the streets, I literally mean, RUNNING... IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. I would see a cab 2 blocks down with it's light on, so I'd sprint that way. Before I could reach it, someone would jump in. I'd then turn and see another cab, 2 block another direction. I'd haul ass to that one. Someone would get in. I'd turn again... CAB! Taking off once more for disappointment. I was finally able to catch a cab and bring it back to my friends standing in the bitter cold. HERO? Naw!! Just a drunk dumbass!

On Friday, we slept off Thursday night and started drinking again around 5pm. We played lots of drinking games that night and went to a pretty awesome party. I got my first New Years kiss in about 6 years from Ivy. Although her intoxicated self freaked out on me a little bit at the end of the night about where we were going relationship wise, it was still a pretty awesome night. I was never upset with Ivy at all, but the next day she apologized for her freak out. Saturday we all went to a hookah bar and then finished by drinking some beers at my place.

It was a week filled with all kinds of events, and I totally showed Brian I haven't lost my party touch. We totally finished out 2010 with a BANG!!

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Goodbye 2010

I know that it has been a long time since my last post, and that is not normal for me, but it has been for good reasons. I have been extremely busy. My holidays have been wonderful and this whole week a good college friend of mine from AZ has been staying with me and we have been partying our asses off. The very end of 2010 was AWESOME!

It is 3:45am, and most people are probably wondering, "Why the hell are you up and blogging?"

Well, Ivy was hanging out with me tonight and she was really tired. Ivy has 2 dogs at home waiting for her to take care of them and so staying the night with me is never really an option, but yet she did need a little midnight nap before heading home. I would never give up a chance to cuddle with this amazing girl. So anyways, she has just headed off for her 30 some minute drive and I always stay up and wait for her to text me she made it home safely.

Come Monday, I will have a very nice (and possibly long) story for you recapping this week's 5 day adventure, but for now, I wanted to share with y'all why 2010 couldn't have ended any better for me.

On October 30, I was blessed with meeting the most incredible woman. I didn't know it at the time, and it never even hit me until the past 2 or 3 weeks. Ivy has been an amazing addition to my life. She is so kind, so nice, so thoughtful, just has a giant heart. By this point in a relationship I usually find the girl I'm dating to be completely fake and a totally different person than I thought at the beginning. Not with Ivy. She is still as genuine as the first day I met her. Tonight while at the hookah bar, I kept finding myself just staring and smiling at her. I couldn't help it. In fact, it's like that every single time I am around her. I can't help but smile, because she is just AWESOME! I feel on top of the world when I'm around Ivy, and I can't wait to see where 2011 will take us.