Adventures being A Girl

The Attack

daniellesaletta — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 00:01:22 +0000

So after a strange night without the guy I’m dating, my roommate, or my brother around I kept waking up thinking someone was in my apartment. Really, it was the poster blowing in the hallway. So after a sleepless night, and a couple needy frustrating days I found myself flustered, and with the attention (via text) of my guy. He’s trying to be sympathetic, but sometimes I simply need to be rubbed or spend time with someone.

At work today I was walking back to my store. A goose started chasing me trying to peck me! I was in disbelief. All that was running through my head was this fact, “A goose can break a femur” and then it happened. he goose chopped me with its wing! Not to hard be a deliberate act, so I yelled at it and almost cried.

Being a girl is fun.

The week comes to a close

daniellesaletta — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 00:32:35 +0000

Well, I’d say trying to follow rules is far more fun when we break them. Last night was hysterical, between my hysterics and Christi’s breaking the make out rule we had a pretty awesome night. I’ve never been more flustered with taxi drivers and pizza places at the same time we laughed through the whole thing. I’m not sure being more girl focused is happening as well as anticipated, but taking our focus off what we don’t have to what we do! Friends and good times!

Really avoiding romantic comedies and wedding shows is far harder than we thought, but it’s nice not having to focus on the “future” especially when we both know neither one of ours may be as conventional as we desire.

Day Off

daniellesaletta — Thu, 04 Aug 2011 23:45:57 +0000

So Christi and I spent the day together. We were able to find her a bike, do a little shopping, and eat some crab legs. While riding our bikes around the neighborhoods surrounding hers it reminded me of a book that i read the first page. I think it was called portrait of an American Girl, or something along those lines. This chapter captured what it meant to bike with a good friend while laughing and talking. My bike ride with Christi reminded me of the book and of youth. I know I keep writing like I am so old, but sometimes I simply feel that way.

The rain kissed us lightly as we biked through a circular neighborhood. It was warm and a little humid but the light kisses of the rain falling in our eyes and all over our legs and bodies. I felt I could’ve been anywhere else in the world, but where we were was perfect!

We later ate crab legs and stuffed ourselves silly! After, we returned we watched Toddlers in Tiaras and wondered what the girls grow up to be like, and other various things.

Day one turned into Day two

daniellesaletta — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 15:33:08 +0000

Well day 1 the guy I was dating was told, he didn’t get the picture, and rule was one broke in a couple minutes of seeing him (we kissed).

Day two Christi and I went out with some friends to get maragritas and tacos (she hates mexican food, so it turned into a diner trip later). We talked about the rules, and then the odds of us following rule one and not making out… We should’ve thought harder about that one. But as most things are, this plan is fluid, and we had to ask ourselves what the focus of this month is going to be about… it’s about us enjoying our summer and being girls. So more of a refocus and cutting back on watching wedding shows and love we don’t really have. No more being love hungry and longing, but being satisfied being single and all the fun perks.

Today we have grand plans to ride bikes, go shopping, and eat crab legs! A perfectly ambitious day for two people not at work. Hopefully there isn’t any rain like the forcast keeps predicting.

Preparation

daniellesaletta — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 01:24:43 +0000

So we need to prep for the month, Christi did this by deleting 17 boy phone numbers.

While I ate steak and tried not to over analyze my last interaction with the guy I was most recently dating. I’m still not sure about what’s going on, and I think we’re through (I might also just be dense when it’s convenient). He has no idea, and he probably won’t unless we talk again. What will I tell him? I’m not sure. I will probably tell him I’m having a month focused on me and having girl time and going to the beach and having fun with my friends (not really anything new). What would he think if we decided to hang again and I told him we couldn’t kiss?! Well, most likely I won’t have to deal with that problem. But hey I’m not suppose to be thinking about that!

I didn’t know what to expect from day 1, just that it would probably be like any other day. We’re making plans to stay at the beach over night, and to avoid using scales, no thinking about guys (if avoidable), not having to shave our legs, go on hikes, canoe, and more! We want to revel in our youth and girldom!

Then I talked with the guy I’ve been seeing, we’re not sure what’s going to happen, either way both parties need to know. I forgive too easily that’s for sure. I guess I’m telling the guy tonight, and Christi later.

All Girl August

daniellesaletta — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 07:40:17 +0000

All Girl August.

After a rough summer of broke hearts my friend (who’s name I changes) Cali and I decided to have a month dedicated to being girls. As Cali put it, “I want to bake some f*ck*ng cupcakes, and paint a freaking picture.” So it became about ending the summer dedicated to being girls, and remind ourselves of the greatness of being a woman and friendships. I have no idea where this will take us but I do know the rules: 1. No make outs, no sex 2. No taking or giving phone numbers 3. No romantic comedies, no romantic songs 4. No wedding talk (we’re both obsessed with “say yes to the dress” and she shoots weddings from time to time).

Those are the four simple rules, but they could get hard. I always seem to bump into someone interesting when I am not looking. Focusing on being girls and having fun and going on a f*ck*ng hike and riding a bike is just what we need. It could be cleansing for the soul.

Washington DC and Baltimore

daniellesaletta — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 00:57:51 +0000

A couple weekends ago Jes, Isaac (my Australian friend), and I spent a weekend in Washington DC and Baltimore. The last time I was in DC I was probably in middle school and with my family. I remember going to the mint and seeing money being made and also getting a discounted family tour. This time was a little different:

1. I didn’t know people from other countries visited the capital, I don’t know why I found this weird. Probably because the other cities I have been to seemed waaay cooler.
2. Washington DC reminds me of ancient Rome. Monuments are built to remember troops who have died and victories. It’s really surreal when thinking about what ancient Rome looked like and current DC.
3. Isaac was not happy with the amount of sounds and giggles that came from the two girls he was stuck with. Jes and I had a case of the sillies, and since we ran low on words we improvised with sounds.
4. Hotdogs are expensive.
5. DC gets boring without a game plan

All I have to say about Baltimore is there’s always drama and it’s always funnier the next day. I have also made a vow to NEVER return to the Power Plant.

How to tell I am a YP

daniellesaletta — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 22:33:20 +0000

1. business casual means a v-neck and pencil skirt with some form of heals

2. I wear tights that resemble fishnets and have a conversation about them with my CEO

3. I’m throwing a costume party and invite my young co-workers

4. I wear moccasins with dress pants like they’re dress shoes (they’re not sneakers or slip-on Vans… so they must be)

5. I come in hung over on some week days

6. Happy hour turns into happy night

7. Friday night I turn into a pumpkin and can be super lame

8. I wear sunglasses on my head like a headband

9. People call me “hun” on the phone, not in a friend way, but a “your voice sounds young” sort of way

10. I get mad when someone else has crappy coffee in the pot.

11. I need a nap by 3:30

12. I change into jeans as soon as I am off the clock

Graffiti From Italy

Kitchens Don’t make food, People do

daniellesaletta — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 23:13:49 +0000

Could someone explain why I haven’t lost any weight yet? I might be able to… I discovered this new thing, kitchens don’t make food, people do. I am shocked. I mean I know when I lived at home there was food and my mom would send me grocery shopping from time to time. Not living on a college campus I find myself hungry and wondering where the food I bought a month ago went… I can’t swipe a card and be bombarded with a cafeteria, but now have to do this thing called shopping and COOKING?!

I don’t know why it’s taken so long to compute, I’ve gone grocery shopping, but I thought salt and pepper came with the spice cabinet when you move into a new place. I recently realized it did not making eggs. I definitely have things perfected like a BBQ Chicken Quesadilla (I am a pro), meatloaf, and I am sure there is something else. Making food is fun, but so much work! Thank God for google, so when I have an idea in my head I am able to find a recipe and then hybrid it with my limited cabinet ingredients.

I’m Italian and have a sort of knack for cooking. The issue is when I am hungry and go grocery shopping and discover I have to make my own meal. Usually I end up with about 3 drinks and 4 bags of chips and a frozen pizza. When I come from home from work I am sad yet excited to find lots of chip options. I’m pretty sure chips alone are not a nutritious meal…

Cooking: food just doesn’t make itself.

A new lesson from my post-grad experience.

Life as a Young Professional

daniellesaletta — Tue, 28 Sep 2010 09:00:07 +0000

Who knew I was capable of getting up before 9am? I didn’t until I had to figure out a way to be at work by 8:30. It’s strange being in transition from college to a job. I like it and I hate it. I’ve worked 40 hours a week before, so that is nothing new. The new thing is this consistent 9-5 schedule thing. Going to work every day seems like work within itself. Mind you, I LOVE working, especially sales. I had no idea what everyday meant though. From my college experience I never had class on Friday, so here’s a new thing: no more three day weekends. Oh dear, this could get ugly.

When I first started working it took me a while to realize going out Thursday night and partying hard can sometimes result in a very, very, long Friday morning. Standing over the toilet feeling hungover is always a nice time to admire my wonderful shoe choice and how nice I look in business clothing. Well, that was soon cut down A LOT so as to save my sanity.

The absolute worst thing is getting to Sunday night and the break not feeling long enough. At least I had two days in a row off… TWO DAYS CRAMMED WITH ALL THE FRIENDS AND STUFF I TYPICALLY DID DURING THE WEEK!!! So no rest and I’ve already managed to disrupt my going to bed before midnight schedule with two day of being up way later… To get back on the correct sleep pattern usually takes until Tuesday or Wednesday night. By the time they come around it’s Thursday and Girl Night is happening.

In college it you could pick two of the three: grades, social life, or sleep. In work it’s a little of the same: sleep, money, or social life.

The absolute best thing about having a job is getting paid and having some strange consistency… actually I don’t like consistency, but I do like building relationships with the people around me. Getting paid rocks as well. (Taxes blow, but I knew that since the age of 14 and I had my first job.) So I am getting paid to be somewhere, yesssss! Instead of paying to be there and getting tortured with tests and papers. Now I get paid to write e-mails and catch up on the news! Awesome. I also get paid to do a job and I like selling web-based software! I like my company, the people are pretty awesome, and I like having an excuse to purchase coffee and drink oodles of it in the morning, instead of at 10pm trying to pull an all-nighter.