Introducing: The Boss & Nel

I recently got transferred to another position. I’m now working for an agency, which I will not specify for reasons that I learned during my security briefing. So, just playing it safe. Speaking of my security briefing, please take note: don’t ever think that homeless man you walk by everyday is really just a homeless man. Just saying.
Working here has been amazing so far. Well, amazing compared to where I was before. I love my boss, but I got pretty tired of being his personal assistant. He was annoying and always all up in my business. Yes, a micro-manager and not to mention, NEEDY. I couldn't even go to the bathroom for five minutes without coming back to more than one person making me feel like I was in trouble because he couldn’t find me.
“Were you looking for me?”
“Yes, where were you?”
“In the bathroom…”
“Oh…Ok, can you clean my desk?”
Seriously? So when he told me that he had a new position for me, I was on board before he even told me what it was. I don’t think I even asked until I was waiting on my security stuff to pass. He’s not all bad though. The Boss is my homie. He taught me all he could about the industry and let me participate and work on things I otherwise wouldn’t have had the chance to without years of experience. He was also very understanding of the fact that my responsibilities of being a mother to my 4 (almost 5…omg) year-old daughter sometimes interfered with my timeliness and attendance. I was late at least three times a week due to a fashion argument. Thank goodness for uniforms next year! Yes, apparently pre-schoolers judge each other by what they wear. It’s pretty sad.
Speaking of that crazy girl, Nel got accepted to the catholic school at our parish. Let me tell you, signing her up was like applying to college. We did the tour, filled out her extensive application for admissions, then dropped it off and had to wait in suspense for months for an acceptance packet to come in the mail. So, when we got it, we were so excited! And when I say we, I mean my husband and I. I think this was her reaction... “Cool. Can I have a piece of gum?”

Metro. Love. Sushi.

I loooove all of the posts that my girls have submitted thus far. I can't believe I didn't even know we had a joint blog until today!

It's a beautiful Thursday in DC and I can't wait to leave the office so I can... TAKE THE BLUE LINE HOME! ... I hate the metro. It gives me a headache and people do the weirdest things on there. This one girl yesterday thought it was her private sanctuary to pick little shits off her face. It was beyond gross. Although, people watching is always fun. I prefer the orange line to the blue line as the blue line is filled with old people, and the orange line offers a more diverse age group in which I could possibly stare at hotties while waiting to arrive at my stop. It's a fantasy, I guess, because I've never really happened upon anyone worth oogling at while at/on the metro.

On to more serious topics.. my life has really gone in so many directions in the last 7 or so years. Why 7? Because that's when it all started. I lived beyond my means, loved someone who was addicted to meth, never tried hard enough in school and ultimately that's lead me to the place I am in today: Humbled. I'm paying for my irresponsiblity today and while sometimes it gets overwhelming, I had to go through this to learn that it's OK to fall and to get back up again.

It's funny where life has taken me. Never, ever in a million years did I think he'd be back in my life... the love of my life is no longer doing meth. I am so happy when I'm with him. I've never felt like this with anyone before, not even with my most recent ex. It's hard to trust again, to risk putting myself back into the exact same position I was in not too long ago. He is a completely different person now. The kind of person I wish he had been all along. I know that we needed to go through this ordeal to make a relationship in the future a healthy one. While I have no idea if it will work out for us in the end, I am preparing myself for the best and the worst outcome. While I love him to pieces, I have to be prepared to have my heart broken again. Could this be my downfall? Believing that the one I love most won't hurt me again?

Well, that was most revealing! Tunnel vision, I may add because so many great things have happened in that time frame, also. I have read and re-read what I posted about my relationship and I want to delete it, but I think it'd be good to just let it out and leave it.

ANYWAYZ! If you have not been to Maté in Georgetown yet, I suggest you go! It's not the best sushi (BEACUSE THAT TITLE BELONGS TO MIYAGI IN MCLEAN (BEST SPECIALTY ROLLS, EVAR)) but their Corazon Roll is most delicious! It's the sushi roll topped with a slice of strawberry. It has a slice of scallop underneath the strawberry and inside the roll is: plantain, jalapeno, and some type of white fish! The surrounding: spicy tuna rolls, volcano rolls, and salmon sashimi... *drools

Now, I'm hungry... I have a delicious frozen pizza waiting for me.

PS - I can't wait to see you guys tomorrow! I want warm flourless chocolate waffle. Now.

Who Wants To Get Insane?! DIG DEEP!

Nothing like seeing that ONE disgusting ass picture of yourself in your WTF-WAS-I-MOTHER-EFFING-INHALING days (or in my case, two or three or four and then some pictures) to really boost your confidence. Did I swallow an entire cow for breakfast that day?! How the hell did I let these slip through my strict “NO DOUBLE CHIN PHOTOS ALLOWED” policy on Facebook? Needless to say… UNTAG!

Luckily that same day I was wallowing in self pity and untagging my fat pictures was the day Sergeant M texted to force, I mean, ask if I would be interested in doing a nine week work out plan called "Insanity" with her and if I thought the other girls would be in. I did a follow up text response containing a mad face (you know, the red one -- the ultimate mad face), a broken heart, a crying-laughing face (hahaha! How dare this fool think I'm going to work out six days a week for nine weeks! Hilarious! The nerve!), a dead face with X's for eyes and the gun pointing to its head (that would be me after the first day of a work out, I mean it's called INSANITY for fucks sake) -- beer bottles, and poop (for good measure) -- you know, all the real cute emojis.

She emailed the girls and discussed a new workout routine that required nothing other than DVD’s, a strict diet and your own self motivation. No weights, resistance bands or other equipment was needed; you used your own weight as a means of gym equipment. She provided the DVD’s and those willing to join were encouraged to group text and picture message exactly what we were eating throughout the day, any time/anything we ate, check-in via FourSquare upon doing the work out, send pictures of your body throughout the course of 9 weeks this program lasts and email results of a fit test to everyone – you know, not so everyone can tease and make you feel guilty for eating a doughnut, two croissants drenched in butter, McDonald’s breakfast (“Let me get a sausage egg  mcmuffin, please, with an OJ, oh! And throw in a hashbrown in there for me! Wait, TWO hashbrowns for a $1?! Make that TWO hashbrowns, I mean who can pass up on a deal like that?!”), down a Starbucks frap and maybe a low-fat yogurt thrown in the mix to make yourself feel better about eating all that for a semi-large breakfast in one sitting, but so we can motivate one another to eat better.

If it wasn’t for Sergeant M and Second-In-Command A, I probably would have wasted a thousand dollars signing up for Lifetime Fitness, jogged for 20 minutes,  do some time with the free weights, looking like some inept asshole. I would have bought a slew of healthy food at Harris Teeter. I would have signed up for a two year subscription for Fitness magazine so I could do whatever “Get flat abs in 2 hours!” exercise and spent a ridiculous amount of money on iPhone apps to track my exercise and count calories. Only to get distracted and inhale a few Big Macs for a midnight snack and give up.

Obviously, I don’t have the discipline to a.) have an eating disorder or b.) get “addicted to the gym” (because I mean, really, who the eff really gets addicted to the gym? I’d rather be addicted to ice cream, Nuetella and croissants) so I just want to say a deep, heartfelt THANK YOU to my INSANITY GIRLS. If it weren’t for you girls, I would still be fat, unmotivated, eating disgustingly, did I mention fat and the owner of three chins. You girls really keep me inspired and motivated. I have NEVER, EVER been able to complete a mile without stopping and walking (I mean, I didn’t have a 14 minute mile in high school or anything…) the remaining 3/4 of it. But thanks to you all and insanity, I was able to run two miles without stopping! We completed a freaking EIGHT K. FIVE FREAKIN’ MILES! In less than an hour! Okay, so I may have skipped a block or two, but whatever, N parked like 18 blocks away from Freedom Plaza and denied my request to cab it, so that counts for something, right? Never would I have ever seen myself doing an 8K. Now Runamuck’s 5K is vastly approaching in two weeks and I’m actually eggcited for it? Who would have ever effin’ thought? Sure as hell not me. I’ve been disgustingly sick for a month and skipped out on working out for two weeks and wasn’t keeping up with Insanity but now I’m getting back into the swing of things and it surprisingly feels good, you know, aside from the soreness that inevitably comes along with Shaun T’s ridiculous work outs. THANKS GIRLS! Can’t wait to cross that finish line with yall on the 30^th! <3 I love yall! (And I still love you skinny bitches that aren’t doing Insanity and eat in front of us while watching us dig deep with Shaun T. And no, I’m not referring to YOU AT ALL, BESTIE!)

Things I'm Currently Obsessed With:

Vietnamese Coffee: Spam gave me like 50+ packets of when I stopped by to see the kids on Saturday (and NOT hang out with Pam, duh). I will need to either go over there more to steal some when I run out or buy my own. PS: I am obsessed with penguins, as well! I love my coffee mug!

Pinkberry. O M G. D & I are OBSESSED.

Words With Friends (WWF) -- Play me! Regina Rose. I have a love/hate relationship with this game. I get utterly obsessed and stay up all hours of the night to come up with creative ways to use all my letters then get bored and lose all my games due to lack of moves. Playing with N before he gave up was hilarious. He would lose so badly. He played words like "cat", "this", and most recently "puppy" for 17 points and he was talking shit. "BOOM! mother fucker!" he said. Meanwhile I play words illustrated in the picture above and he's still talking shit? SJ, initially playing with you was funny. You would lose but be like, "technically, I am WINNING, because I play really fast." N feels the same way. I don't have the heart to tell him speed in a game akin to Scrabble isn't necessarily the champion way of going at it. He's really good at this motorcycle game called "lanesplitter" (go figure, he is a rider! But SPEED is the winning factor at least!), though! That's also a fun game that he actually beats me in. But WWF? Bless his heart.

Bake Shop Red Velvet = HEAVEN

Instagram App! <3 Love it. Follow me @ reginarosek.

N's parents new puppy. Her name is Keiko -- means happy child in Japanese. She is absolutely the happiest little puppy in the universe. She rules all that encompasses in the T household. And who can say no to her floppy little ears and fat little belly?!

And lastly, I am IN LOVE with Miguel's song -- Sure Thing. For the girls heading up to NYC with me next weekend -- I WILL be playing this song on repeat the entire drive there AND back, so prepare yourselves. I don't want to hear any complaints, as I am forewarning you all well in advance. Yes, Bestie, just like when I was obsessed with Natalie's -- Going Crazy. I have already conferred with DMX and he is OK with this song playing on repeat for 8 hours.