break time.

I'm taking a break. No more set-ups, match-ups, blind dates, or awkward first meetings. Sure you tell me, "you never know, the next one could be the right guy..."

but if he's the right guy, then he'll show back up when the break is over. For now, I'm on a definite recess.

i saw the movie

...He's Just Not That Into You.

The moral of the story: There are "rules" for dating that clearly indicate whether a guy is into a girl. (ie. He will call you, he will find you, he will make sure to see you, etc etc etc.) The rules must be adhered to at all times, and at no point in time should a girl consider her situation, or relationship, the exception to the rule. There are absolutely no exceptions to the rules - EVER.

...except in the case that the guy decides you are his exception. In this said case, an exception is granted, and then a girl can consider herself an exception to the rule. Of which means there are exceptions to the rules, and these exceptions will take place in every relationship that is right.

This process should make sense. Clearly, the girl will know when she is the exception. Riiiiiiight.

Valentine's Day.

I used to receive My Little Pony and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cards asking, "Will you be mine?" Though my kids are a little too "old" for decorating shoe boxes, class parties, valentine exchanges, and pink cupcakes, I did end up with my own set of Valentine's . Some of the best/interesting...

1) It started off with a red carnation from a student, who claims that I am her favorite teacher. It's important to note that I do not have this child in class! Haha, gotta love 11 year olds.

2) "Here this is for you ... my mom had extras." So I was handed a little Victoria's Secret purse containing body splash, lotion, and body wash.

3) A single homemade chocolate covered oreo... from the quiet, smart girl who never raises her hand in my class.

4) Fun dip. To:Miss W. From: Zach

5) One chocolate candy from Abdi.

6) A box of chocolates and a stuffed frog holding a heart showed up on my desk mysteriously. As I asked the class who gave it to me, nobody responded and they just kept working ... except one little boy was looking at me through the side of his eyes with a little smirk on his face. Is this from you? He just nodded. At lunch time he came up and asked if I was going to open the chocolates. When you open them, can I have one? Of course.

There's something special about working with these kids. Sometimes I can't see it, but times like these help me open my eyes.

So maybe it didn't have Barbie or the Ghostbusters on it, but the best card of all came in the mail from my girl friend...

Happy Valentine's Day! Will you be my Valentine?

Yes No

(please circle one!)

I love the Valentine's Day that I know ...

a trainer?

Co-worker sets up Anne - Take 4.

#1 = Gym Teacher
#2 = Fire Fighter
#3 = Health/Gym Teacher
#4 = Personal Trainer

Now, this is getting funny...

another one down...

The streak continues ... these boys are flying out almost as fast as they roll in. A few weeks going strong and then BAM! They sketch out. It is what it is, but this time I decided to call him on it.

So it went something like this ... he's calling me on the phone, we're texting throughout the days, we're making plans to hang out. It's safe to say that 75% of all actions were initiated by him. It's something that I'm always really particular about - just so that I know who is chasing who. With that being said, it was easy to notice the "drop-off". He's not calling, barely texting, and essentially avoiding plans to hang out. I'm a smart girl, I can take a hint.

I quickly tired of wondering, thinking, over-analyzing, and making excuses for him. I refuse to be "that girl". I want him to man-up and grow some. I message him:

"Hey u gotta be real with me here.. be straight up about things.. you know what I mean? No hurt feelings if u don't want to be in touch but be straight w me."

It takes awhile for him to reply. I'm sure he was a bit caught off guard. Finally he says, "Its not that I dnt wanna be in touch w u. I just dnt want anything serious at all."

Serious?! Of all things that I am, I definitely am not serious in relationships. Let's get real here people ... I've never even been in a serious relationship, I've never be in-love, I've never even introduced a boyfriend to my family! With Buck, I definitely should have been the one saying, I don't do serious.

So there it is. Another one down, another one bites the dust.

one week.

It kind of feels like it has been much longer, but really it's only been a week. Buck is still around after one week.
Is that an accomplishment? Hardly.
Is it going well? I think.
Is he a good guy? Yeah, it seems so.
Do I call him"Buck"? Actually, yes.
There is no saying what is going to happen at this point. It is way too early to call. With my lack of successful relationships in the past, I honestly have no idea how things are supposed to go. The one thing I do know is that this time I need to roll with it, go with the moment, and simply just let things play out.

Are you sore?

Am I sore? Is that supposed to be a joke? Yes, I am sore. I have a significant bruise on my right knee and my left ass. My left shoulder aches when I pull it backwards and my right ankle hitches when I walk. Was it worth it? Yeah, but I'm just not very good.

When one is used to being fairly good at most things she attempts, it can be frustrating when things shake out differently. That's pretty much the story of my relationship between the snowboard and I. I want to get along. I like him. I think he's cool and cute and basically a stud. I'm working hard at our relationship to not give up ... and I'm open and willing to work through the bruises and the hardships so that one day we can live harmoniously. The problem is, the snowboard and I have a long way to go, and I'm not sure he's pulling his half of the relationship.

Nevertheless, I shall carry on. No matter how many nights of "Midnight Madness" I need to board through or how many edges I catch, the snowboard and I will make it work. I will learn to trust him and embrace the speed. I will keep my weight on my front foot and I will use my back foot as my rudder. I will not settle for boarding on my heels down the entire hill. And one day I will be able to stop on a dime, spraying fluffy white stuff on whomever is in my way.

I will make this relationship work.