Happy Holiday Weekend!

All week long I've been teaching my kids at work about Independence Day. Celebrating the 4th of July with picnics, cookouts, friends, family and a day off of work. The latter being my favorite right now. I woke up this morning around 9:30a. I never thought that 9:30 would be sleeping in for me, but I woke up refreshed and ready to begin my day with just a couple of extra hours of sleep. My off day's plan is a good breakfast, a quick run, a lunch date with my co-teacher, and a short round of shopping and running errands before Mr. Perfect's parents come in for the weekend. They're awesome so I'm not dreading that at all. I'm hoping that we are able to head downtown into the city for the rather large fireworks show tomorrow evening. Should be a pretty fantastic weekend. Especially since I have the added day tacked onto it. 

Last weekend, I was a slacker and didn't update. So sorry. I went home last weekend for a celebration of Rico's birthday. He had come to my hometown to stay with his best friend currently enrolled in the University there and I came to join the party. IG and Diva were there too. It was a great weekend of fun with friends I miss so dearly. Dart champions named once again... only winning 1/3 BUT that's not the point. Mr. Super Athlete earned slight bragging rights, but they won't last long. Rico had a great birthday I would assume and that was the point. Right?  In any case, it was so great to have a weekend of doing whatever I pleased with whomever I pleased. Felt like college again. And once again, it was so hard to leave. That's one thing that never changes. 

All in all it's been a good couple of weeks. Next weekend, I travel back to where I went to college for yet another Sorority sister's wedding. Should be fun. She's fun. Not one of the bitches as you know them... not regularly anyway. Ha. But then again, who am I to talk. It'll be a good weekend. I hope to share a short visit with Roxie too. She'll be through town at least one of the days I'm home. I'm enjoying seeing all of my bests this summer. Keeps me going even though I have to work through it 40 hours a week unlike ever before. Ah, well. Growing up is hard to do. 

Happy 4th! 

My Bad!

One would think that I was in the middle of exams in light of my recent slacking in the blogosphere. Alas, no such luck. When I told Rico in a recent telephone conversation that I would gladly be studying for an exam this week knowing I had a three month summer vacation, he quickly shut me up. But seriously, when you come to a time when you have no more summer vacay, you'll completely know where I'm coming from. It sucks. Just fyi. But back to my slacking, I have no excuses other than a simple lack of luster and excitement in my life currently. That, however, is getting ready to change. I've mentioned before "May Mania." The next three weeks have boat loads of excitement for this Classy girl. One might say I'm pretty eager to be in the middle of it. 

This upcoming weekend is a road trip both back to my hometown along with Roxie's current city of choice for her college graduation. Such an exciting time. I can't believe it has been a full year since I was in her stilettos. Time flies, doesn't it? You can bet there will be partying, laughing, and many many pictures taken. Should be a good time. T-4 days. 

The following weekend, a huge concert weekend in IG's current city of choice. Yet another road trip for Kenny, Miranda, and Lady Antebellum. One might say I'm just a tid bit thrilled about this one. 1) I've never been to IG's cute apartment since she's lived there.. mind you, she graduated a year before I did, therefore making this year number two.. sad, huh? 2) This particular city is further south than my current location and I can guarantee at least 80 degrees... ie. Pool Time! Also, I've asked off that Friday from work as the concert is on Thursday night, therefore.. Long Weekend! Welcome Summer! I'm hoping for a fantastic concert, quality IG time, and a great tan by the end of our run. Once again, you can bet on plenty of pictures. You know how we are about making all the haters jealous. ha! I. can't. wait. T-10 days.

But there's more! The following weekend, Memorial Day weekend, will be yet another long weekend! And I didn't even have to ask off of work as we have Memorial Day off anyway. Perfect! This is also the big Wedding Extravaganza of my college roommate. (Note: THE bridesmaid dress I've referred to previously, the one ordered in a larger size than requested... Recall? This would be the wedding. By the way, that dress was taken in over two inches last weekend! ha!) While in some aspects, it will most definitely be a stressful event, in many others, it will be oh so much fun. I will have college friends coming from all over back to my hometown (where the wedding is taking place), and guess who is in charge of the after party... oh. yes. Once again, quite eager to make it the event of the summer. One of the most memorable ones anyway. T-19 days. 

I suppose I'm making up for my lack of a summer vacation this year. May Mania will keep me occupied for a while anyway... until I remember I have to go back to work instead of laying poolside for three months working part time and going out every night. sigh. Ah well. I'll keep you posted! Here we go! 

SO Excited and No One to Share it With!

Oh. my. God!!! I'm freaking out and no one is here to share in my incredible enthusiasm! Mr. Perfect is in rehearsal, Roxie is working and unavailable for conversation, IG and Rico are far too far away, and Mr. Super Athlete is not nearly as pumped as I need him to be at this point in my journey as he was in the middle of macking on some poor college co-ed, I'm sure... In any case, I'm sharing it with you now! What am I freaking out about you might ask? Well... I did it. I finally did it. I worked up enough nerve to try on the bridesmaid dress again. You know, the one that was ordered for me in a size larger than requested, the one that kicked started this whole fitness addiction. The results? I had to hold it up on me! It literally, being a strapless dress, was falling off of me! Can you believe it?! I was so excited! I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up just a little. I want to celebrate! I knew it would be fit a lot better than it did when I first tried it on at the first of the year, well I hoped it would anyway, but I had no idea it would not only be easier to zip up but it would be falling off of me! AH! 

Okay, I'm done. Thanks for sharing in my craze! Hooray!

As Promised: Weekend Festivities, Part 1

Success! Beautiful, blissful, drama-free success! The weekend was altogether fantastic. The reactions I was so craving were all delivered one by one. I saw Rico first and I believe it's safe to say he didn't know what to do with himself when I stepped out of my car. He continued to tell me how fabulous I looked throughout the remainder of the weekend. In anything that I put on, every fantastic outfit purchased prior to said weekend, he just couldn't get over how good I looked. ha. I loved it. Not gonna lie. If that wasn't motivation enough to continue working, more would follow...

On Friday night, it was a simple night of beer and basketball. Being March Madness and all, I was perfectly happy with relaxing with the boys for the evening. Always makes for good conversation. Rico and a couple of his fraternity brothers started talking about their sweetheart. The humor in this for me is that their sweetheart is Bitch numero uno when it comes to giving me hell. The conversation progresses to them asking me to return for pledging season next year with the title of their Sweetheart 2.0. ha! Although, I knew it was ridiculous for them to even suggest, the ego was more than a little boosted to find that they enjoyed my company so much. If they only knew how sweet I could be... I've learned from the best: IG, being the Sweetheart of our brother fraternity in school. It made me smile to say the least.

Saturday was the day of Round 1. Ring the bell, I'm going in to fight. My stomach was in absolute chaos. Knots of anxiety and stress. It was terrible. I dreaded it all morning. As stated previously, I build everything up in my head to be far worse than it actually is. I walk into the church feeling as if my entire sorority hates me when I know that it's only a couple of bitches continuing to talk shit because they have nothing better to do with their time. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't look fabulous. I told you, give them something to hate on if they feel the need to keep hating. My dress was a clearance steal from White House, Black Market and one sister in particular gushed over it the entire time, telling me how flattering it was and beautiful it was, could she have it... etc. I especially enjoyed these comments being made in front of the bitches. The bitches who, when seeing me for the first time try to pass for excited to see me. "Hey Classy! How are you?!".... please. I said a simple, "Hello" and turned around. I don't have time for the fake bs anymore. While I understand they're still in the non-confrontational and altogether immature mindset, I don't have to be. As Ms. Spears says...

"I don't like you, you don't like me, it don't matter. The only difference is you still listen, I don't have to. In one ear and out the other, I don't need you. Your words don't stick, I ain't perfect, but you ain't either."

Pretty perfect, don't you agree? In any case, I saw those that I wanted to see and that were happy to see me. I enjoyed conversation with old alumni and those that I had graduated with that I hadn't seen in a long time. And in the corner of my eye, you better believe, I could see the bitches talking and watching. Which is just exactly what I wanted them to be doing. I felt good.

After the wedding, I caught up with Rico again and let him know that I had survived and was actually happy with the outcome of the afternoon. I declined an invitation by a few of the sisters for dinner and party after the wedding. This also made me feel good. I am finally at a point where I can say 'No' and not care. I then was able to spend a few hours with one of my top favorite people of all times, my sociology advisor and favorite professor ever. It was so wonderful catching up and seeing her daughter that I once babysat. She's three and can spell her name. Being around three year olds all of the time now, I know that this is a big deal. She was beautiful. It was such a great night.

Round 2 would follow on Sunday. Before the duo-bridal shower, I went with Rico and one of his brothers to grab lunch and fresh flowers for the shower. As we sat in this particular restaurant, guess who pulls up and walks in. Indeed. The bitches. Perfect. ha. They walk in, they see us, they get their fake hello's ready, they get their food, and they leave. One of them has a terrible headache from the aforementioned party the night before. My question would be, "If you weren't planning on eating here, why didn't you just go through the drive thru?" Maybe it's me, I don't know. I laughed when they left that I just must be too intimidating. ha. It made my day. It's about time for them to change their plans for me instead of the other way around. They attended the shower, which by the way was beautiful, but didn't say a word to me. I was okay with this. I got plenty of "You look so happy and healthy!" and "You're so little!" and "Could you be my trainer?" in front of them, to last me for quite some time.

The bride of the wedding I'm going to be a part of in May, failed to mention anything about a difference in my appearance. This is not surprising. This being the same bride who ordered my dress in a size up from the size I asked her to. Not bitter. We'll see who needs what size come the end of May, won't we?

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed my weekend. I had such a great time with Rico and catching up with those I'd been excited to see. The bitches held their position on the bitch scale, but to their dismay, I had a brand new attitude and a body that isn't done working but is quite a bit better than what it was, last they saw. I felt good and looked good. I was happy. And healthy. Even after my late night Taco Bell run... hey, we had to have at least one, right?

I know this is a long one, and you can't imagine why there would be a Part 2, but that's an entirely different rant in general. Stay tuned. Hope everyone had a fabulous weekend as well and that your Monday back in reality wasn't as severely depressing as mine. Happy Tuesday!

Classy 2.0

Okay, so clearly Kate Winslet is far more classy than I could ever hope to be, however, Classy 2.0 has since been the title given to me by one of my number one fans, Rico. He says it's like I'm simply trying to make myself  into a better version of me. Hence, 2.0. And I found that pretty clever and altogether accurate. He's pretty good about things like that. 

Today, was one of those days where I felt as a Classy 2.0. I weighed in upon leaving the gym this morning almost against my better judgement, but I found that I have since lost a total of sixteen pounds since January 1! Hooray! I'm thrilled. Mr. Perfect told one of the trainers there while I was doing one of my weight sets that I had lost around fifteen pounds (this was before the weigh in), and the trainer commented that he had noticed that I'd been so consistent, even coming in by myself at times, and that the number of pounds lost was pretty accurate and healthy for the amount of time I'd been at it. This made me feel twice as good when I stepped on the scale. Perfection. A little over the half way mark of my original goal! It has definitely lifted my spirits ten fold today. 

One of the reasons why I need my spirits lifted? Next weekend I get to co-host the aforementioned duo bridal shower back in the middle of Drama Central. My Alma mater. Among all of my sorority sisters, some I love, some have grown to be more caddy than when I left, and some were already high up on the bitch scale when I departed and I would rather not have to deal with them anymore. Or ever again. Alas, this is where I am on life's journey. Stuck with obligation. Again. I must say, however, that while a part of me dreads the trip based solely on two or three bitches I've discussed before, I am quite eager to see the look on some of their faces when Classy 2.0 enters the building. I've pretty much bought an entire new wardrobe for the occasion and have been working extra hard in the gym in preparation for the reaction I so hope for. 

Another reaction I'm looking forward to would be that of Mr. Rico, himself. As I haven't seen him in months, it will be quite entertaining to see what he thinks of this Classy 2.0 that he's only heard over the phone and has yet to see in person. A girl's gotta make an entrance you know. I live for the shock factor. You know, the surprise on every one's face. The giant smiles and "I'm so proud of you! 's" or the jealous eyes and the whispers behind my back... or even a jaw drop. I could go for that. I can't wait. 

As I'm staying with Rico for the weekend, it will give the bitches even more to discuss amongst their jealous selves. I'm sure I'll have plenty of stories for you upon my return, but until then fingers crossed that I receive the reaction so hoped for. If the haters gotta hate, you gotta give them something to hate on, right? ha. 

Happy Saturday, everyone! Hope your weather forecast is as beautiful as mine and you give the bitches something to talk about too! 

Men!

What is it with men? Maybe it's just the men in my life. Maybe that's too broad. Maybe it's just some of the men in my life. Blatant disregard for other people, mainly me. Do I allow it to happen to myself? Probably. Ridiculous I know for someone who seems so strong-willed. I'm a sucker for some, I won't lie to you. Rico is one of those someones.

As much as I'm a sucker for him, it also means that he can absolutely infuriate me. Which was the case this evening. Love him, really I do. But how can one person be so aggravating? Tonight was one of the few nights out of the week where Classy gets some alone time as Mr. Perfect had a rehearsal to attend. What does Classy like to do in her alone time? Catch up with her friends, talk on the phone, watch episode after episode of Law & Order, and facebook. When there is no work to do be done, no one to entertain, and no one to criticize my L&O addiction, this is the life I lead. One friend I enjoy catching up with and talking to would be Rico. Usually I can spend time laughing at his ridiculous stories or being informed of the current small college gossip. Tonight however, apparently I was not important enough for conversation. I talked to him after work, then maybe a text message here or there for an hour or so, and then nothing... for quite some time. When he finally decided to grace me with a phone call, he said he had been in a meeting and then people had stopped by and why yes he'd seen that I had been trying to get ahold of him, but no he had chosen to simply watch the phone ring or see the text messages light up his phone instead of picking up or returning one. He was sorry but really, he didn't quite know why... Seriously? Let me rephrase... SERIOUSLY?

I'm not a needy person. Perhaps sometimes I can be, as we all can, but in general, not needy. I do ask that if you're talking to me and then all of a sudden you aren't anymore, to perhaps provide reason or explanation for blatantly ignoring me. Too much to ask? I mean honestly!

Please note that had it been the other way around, the flip side of the coin if you will, he would have been so angry with me that I would not have heard the end of it. I, however, have been apologized to, so I need to move on. Right. This is me venting... and moving on. Call me childish if you feel it necessary but I'm just asking for a little mutual respect here.

Another knot in the rope we use to hold onto one another I suppose. Unfortunately for him, as he's well aware, is the fact that I don't forget easily. It's not about keeping score... okay, it could be... it's about allowing him the opportunity to see how he treats me turned around to directly affect how he's treated. Funny how that works, isn't it?

Yes, I still love him. He's one of my closest friends. He's not usually such a jerk... towards me anyway. I'm still not happy at the moment... it happens. Men.

Truth Be Told

Sometimes I just want to start a fight. Honestly. Classy, yes? Not quite. I'm not talking about "white trash-let me kick someone's ass-pull hair-scratch and spit-beat down," I don't do that. I'm just in a need to scream a little... Maybe one slap. Just one!

It's been one of those weekends... not a bad weekend, per se, but a weekend where I've just been in a mood. Every man in my life is on my last nerve in one way or another. Mr. Perfect has been Mr. PMS for the past few days. I'm not sure if he's not getting enough sleep or his daily dose of calcium, but whatever the case might be, I'm over it. Rico also knows how to get under my skin when he feels it necessary. I'm over that too. Then there are the select few ladies in my life that are driving me crazy as well. Diva came up this weekend and I'm always glad to see a face from home. But she became quite inebriated last night and her filter basically shut down after that. I was quite annoyed by the end of the evening. Basically, I'm just fed up.

Last night, I went to my Halloween party of the weekend... a day late in order to also make it a birthday party for one of our friends. It was enjoyable. I looked good. That was a plus. But I was so aggravated by everyone for the majority of the evening, I hardly would say it was as much fun as I remember house parties being in college. In any case, it was fine I guess. I'm just in a mood. A state of mind, if you will. You've been there... you know you have. I'm ready for some alone time. Or some time to spend with those who understand me a little more than some have proven to this weekend. Hope you have had a Happy Halloween weekend! Here's to a new week!

"US Cellular Believes that Loyalty Matters."

Classy agrees. 

What a weekend. Loyalty was definitely proven by some. Others, not so much. Recall the bitches I referred to earlier. They were up in arms this weekend, as expected. It was quite entertaining. 

All in all, the weekend was a good one. I loved going back to a place I love and being with people that remind me of a time in my life that was easier in many aspects. It was wonderful being with Rico for a couple of days, catching up and laughing a lot. It was nice to have him to bitch to late Saturday when the bitches had pushed me as far as I could go. Even nicer to be told how stunning I looked as Island girl and I were by far, best dressed. Not even a contest between us and the bitches. (How many times can I say bitch in this post? Let me know if you count.) In any case, he was a major reason why the summary of the weekend turned out positively. Loyalty matters. 

Also, the road trip portion of the weekend was a blast. The ride down, Island girl and I were quite ridiculous, singing at the top of our lungs, laughing hysterically, reminiscing good times, and being so anxious to get back home. The ride back... you guessed it... more bitching! And more laughing, let's be real. It was so nice to have quality time together again. We were generally happy with the outcome of the weekend. There were just moments that should be erased... or people that should be erased, unfortunately I don't condone murder. Here's an example: 

Of course as you would guess, tailgating is a quite the festivity at a Homecoming game. Well, after a quick trip to the liquor store, Classy and friends headed to where the crowds were gathered. Unfortunately, Bitch 1 and Bitch 2 were there as well. Not five seconds after I had made my way down, there was already whispering and pointing. Seriously, no exaggeration, whispering and pointing. You know, how girls acted in middle school, yes, be with me here.  Not real. Comments were made behind my back that came back to me via loyal sisters and/or friends and by the end of the day I had come up with my conclusions: I've tried to be nice. For whatever reason, I've cared about why said girls should have such distaste for me and don't lose it here, I've cared that they still care. Why? God only knows. But not anymore. After this weekend, I have to see them in passing. Maybe once a year at a wedding or graduation in the Spring, but other than that, I'm done. I'm done trying to fix something I never broke in the first place. Bitches will be bitches and that's that. If they need to hold onto something so that they have something to talk about at a later date, I'm going to be at peace with that. Once again, let's review. Classy= graduated and living far away from the two of them and their little realm of drama. Hooray for that very fact. 

Now, my one vindictive comment: Bitch 1 was on Homecoming court for some ungodly reason and not only did she not win, she didn't even make it into the top three. It's okay, you can laugh. I did. In any case, although bitches will be bitches, I was once again reminded why I missed that place so much. My favorites will forever keep me coming back for more whenever possible, no matter the drama I have to avoid or take head on in order to get there. At this point in life, my best memories stem from college and being back in a place where these memories come alive again, it was refreshing. 

While my favorite Island girl has been Homecoming Queen before, I feel that this year, I'm going to take the crown. After all, I survived. Thanks to loyal friends... and quite a bit of good alcohol. 

Come Monday

It will be the week of my alma mater's Homecoming festivities. Beginning on Friday, my road trip ensues with my favorite Island girl, traveling northeast a few hundred miles back to a place I both love and hate, miss and dread. 

Perhaps a little difficult to explain if you are unaware of my track record with these people. I've briefly posted about college history a couple of months ago after a wedding weekend gone wrong, but I'll update you. I absolutely loved college. Loved the place, the people, the professors, what I studied, all of it. I loved it. And I miss it. Almost all of it. A select few sorority sisters could accidentally miss this whole weekend and I'd be okay with it. Not going to happen, but if it did, I wouldn't cry. 

You know those kind of girls.. the ones that accuse you of something that actually has nothing to do with them, first of all, and can't let it go even though, once again, it never even had anything to do with them. Not only can they not let go of it because it's been over a year since drama went down, they can't let go of it even though I've graduated and moved far away. Yeah, be with me on this. Ridiculous. That would be the part I hate and dread. Drama. I've moved away from it and I don't miss it at all. 

Anyway, aside from them, I am more than happy to be headed back. I'm looking so forward to seeing my sisters, my friends, those I've missed terribly, including Rico, and spending a great weekend with them. Having my Island girl and a few adult beverages with me to keep me sane and stable. It should be another interesting chapter of college living. Going back as an alumni. I don't know how I'll handle it, but I'm excited about it nonetheless. The great thing about moving away is that people are always excited to see you when you come back to visit. Especially when you purposefully look like a million dollars. They don't have to know you've been thinking about the perfect thing to wear to such an event for weeks now... Just call me "Super Star." You know me, fond of attention. The good kinds anyway. 

Here's hoping for all of the good attention, very little drama and very few bitches, and  another well spent, relaxing weekend to remember in a place I'll always hold close to my heart.