Happy Leap Year Day! Did I say that right?

Yay. Happy Leap Year Day! (not even sure if that is even the correct way to describe today but that is how I am going to call what today is)

Not sure who Scott and Amy are but they got the right idea.

I think that since Leap Year only occurs every four years, it should be considered a holiday. It only makes sense, right? Leap Year Day, if you think about it, is an extra day of life. Usually, we get 365 days to live but every 4 years we get 366! So cool, right? 

I truly believe there are not enough Holiday's in the year. ("Real World" people would totally agree with me on this one).

Just think of all the fun you could have on Leap Year Day if it was a holiday....

1. Leap Year Day Parties. You could play druken leap frog... with your pops.

2. Leap Year Day bar specials. Why not celebrate your extra day of life with a few brewskis? No picture needed to describe this one.

3. Leap Year Day flash mobs. Where everyone gets together in one place and just leaps everywhere... in leotards.

4. Leap Year Day television shows. Where the cast of Glee spends a whole episode dedicated to singing songs about leap year.

5. Leap Year Day Hobby Lobby decorations for your home.

6. Leap Year Day special recipes that you make for your Leap Year Day party. YUM. (too bad I gave up sweets for lent) Womp womp.

7. If you're a girl and want to trap your man in your relationship... PROPOSE! Today is the ONLY day it is acceptable!! Do it now or forever hold your peace!

8. AN EXTRA DAY OF FebruANY $5 DOLLAR FOOTLONGS AT SUBWAY! OH EM GEE AND A FREE COOKIE!

You catch my drift. The list could go on and on.

Think of all this stuff we could be celebrating if ONLY we had the day off.

WTF government? Doesn't Obama want a free cookie today? Take the day off because in all reality you wouldn't have had this extra day anyways...

                                       You know you'll regret tonight Obama...

Jo(W)anna know what? Although we obviously don't have today off (duh), doesn't mean we still can't celebrate this extra day of life once 5pm strikes.

Tony promised me he would make me breakfast for dinner tonight (I love breakfast for dinner sometimes) and since I gave up diet coke and sweets for lent, you can bet your bottom that I will be celebrating my extra day of life with a bottle of wine and some great company!

And for those of you with birthdays today? TAKE THE REST OF THE DAY OFF and do everything from numbers 1 through 8 on my list. (Well 1-7 if you are a guy) ;-)

So Happy Leap Year Day friends! Lets all be thankful for our extra day of life today!

                                       

Weapon of Prayer

On a more serious note today... 


"Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding".
- Ralph Waldo Emerson


Yesterday was a sad day for Chardon High School. For those of you who haven't heard (which I'm sure you all have), student T.J. Lane walked into school that day with no intention of learning. 


Students claimed they saw Lane walk into the cafeteria that day holding a gun, and from then on all hell broke lose. 


As of this morning, 3 students are dead. 


When we hear news like this, we think "oh my gosh how sad. I will say a prayer and then write a Facebook status for others to say a prayer as well" and then continue on with our daily lives. I think it's great that people are sending their prayers for those students and families, but the prayers shouldn't end at midnight on the day of the tragedy. The power of prayer is real, and most wont truly understand that until they are placed into a situation where all you can do is pray. Believe me when I say though, your continuous prayer does not go unheard and truly does help heal the hearts of friends and families in these devastating situations.


Violence like this can happen anywhere. It can happen at your high school, in your college classroom, in your work environment, at the mall, on a bus, in your own home, literally anywhere. 


Fighting back is never the answer unless our weapon of choice to fight back is prayer. The praying should continue all day, every day; even if the violence ends, there should always be prayer for never-ending peace.


You never know, or understand, the back story of someone's life back at home. Be kind to everyone, because someone's struggle is always worse than yours. 


Matthew 5: 43-48 ..."Love your enemies: do good to them that hate you: and pray for them that persecute and calumniate you"...

If praying more was on your list for this Lenten season, keep on praying on. 

Case of the Mondays

                    No exaggeration when I say this is how I feel and probably look today.


I woke up this morning feeling like my lymph nodes in my neck had been stung by bees. They are so swollen, that it's literally like a work out each time I need to swallow. 


Being sick is not fun when you are an adult for many reasons. 
1. No one to bring you food. You actually have to force yourself to get out of bed to eat. 
2. No one to bring you meds. You actually have to measure out the thera-flu yourself.
3. No one to complain to about how disgusting the thera-flu tastes. 
4. Day time tv is awful. 


Basically, what I am trying to say, is that there is no one here to make me my b*tch and I am BORED!


When I am done complaining to you via blog, I will curl back up on the couch and cry for my mommy.

                                                         Not ashamed.


I think every 24 year old (male or female) wishes they secretly had their mom there to take care of them when they are sick. It's definitely times like this where my appreciation for my mother grows stronger. Suck up points, please. 


No seriously though. My mom is great. 


As weird as this sounds, I would rather be at work then being at home, sick. What?!? Joanna you're weird. I know.


I have so much work I have to get done though that it stresses me out to think about how much catching-up I have to do when I go back. 


Jo(W)anna know what though? I am going to fight these germs that are taking over my body like a ninja because I can't afford physically, and mentally, to lay here for another day. Seriously, I don't know how to keep myself entertained anymore.


Tony is making me a wonderful dinner tonight and I am going to attempt giving him my puppy dog eyes for a back rub too (If you are reading this, Tony, get your hands ready!) ;-) 


Hopefully I will be able to get my sick little (or should I say big) butt to work tomorrow. If not, I will only be lead to believe that this happened...

Stay healthy friends and stay away from me for now!

Meet My Baby

Happy Saturday!

Guess what?! I didn't go running this morning. Oops!

My roommate, Cristina, woke me up with a wonderful text message that said "I was getting up to get ready for the long run and it is 28 degrees with 23mph wind"

I was overjoyed but then I kept reading her text...

..."Tomorrow will be 42 and sunny. Soooo I am gonna wait till tomorrow".

So, I guess we are running those dreadful 8 miles tomorrow. I'll let ya know how that turns out...

                                                               (S.O.S)

So instead of running, I did do a little work out  at our five star (yes I am exaggerating) rec center that our apartment complex provides. 

When I returned home, I turned on the TV. You all know how Saturday television is... just awful... so I decided to browse the internet and came across a baby morphing website. Meh.. I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested.

Yay, you finally get to meet my fiance, Tony! I decided to morph Tony and Mine's faces to see what our baby would look like. 

Creepy? Yes. But since he is my future husband, I feel like I am allowed to do creepy stuff like this.

                                                            What?!? 

Haha ok. Does this website predict that I have an affair too? (not funny I know) but this baby looks NOTHING like us! 

It's cute though so I'll take it.

Tony and I have always talked about how great it would be to have boys. Let's just hope I don't end up like Rita from Bridesmaids with 3 boys and drink in hand 7 days a week...

I'm sure I won't end up like Rita... that's a bit extreme. 

In all reality though... I'm sure I will probably just end up like this... 

Hey! Don't judge. Babies need exercise from day one in this generation!

Although I am excited to have kids some day with Tony, I am definitely in no rush. Sometimes I just get curious about what my perfect genes will produce someday. ;-)

Jo(W)anna know what though? No matter how creepy it is trying to figure out what my babies will look like someday, it makes me smile from ear to ear thinking about my future with Tony. 

Even if our babies don't end up that cute, like the morphing website promised me it would, a family is perfect because of the love they have for one another and I can't wait to experience that someday with Tony!

So for all you creepers out there and want to know what your baby will look like someday, just go to http://planning.thebump.com/baby-morpher/ and morph away! 

                                             (I don't judge if you don't)

Friday Friday

Friday, Friday, Gotta get down on Friday!

Meh... no one really cares for you Rebecca but your song can be quite catchy on Fridays.

I dont have very big plans this weekend. Which is odd (but nice) for me since I have been spending most of my weekends in the Cleveland area planning my wedding!

Tonight, I will probably hang with my hammy, Ella. Don't judge... She's a baller animal to hang with.

Tomorrow, (get ready to be jealous) I am determined to run 8 miles. WHAT? I know.

My roommate, Cristina, and I are signed up to run our first half marathon in May...

                                               WHAT WAS I THINKING?

In my mind I like to believe that I have gotten pretty good at running... and I actually enjoy it. I may not be the fastest person out there, but at least I am determined to finish.

When I go for my long runs, the 30mph Bowling Green wind (no exaggeration) attempts to knock me over like a domino (super annoying).

Sometimes, I feel like I should belong on a photo shoot for Runners World and the wind is the fan on the photo set that ever so perfectly blows my hair in a very attractive way.

I feel like this...

 

                                                  But probably look like this...

But Jo(W)anna know what? In all reality, as long as I am running, I am content with looking like a plastic bag going on a trip (planned by the wind) cross town.

Oh. And one thing that I forgot (not really) to mention, is I try to be very persuasive with my reasons to Cristina as to why it would be a perfect situation NOT to go running.

She doesn't buy into me and always reminds me with a quote; "You won't regret it once we are finished".

.. she's right.

Then I just have to sigh, tell her to carry me up to my room to change, and then I'll be ready to go run. (This is true. We always force each other to carry one another) Weird? Maybe.

But you know what they say... 

This may be a bit extreme but you catch my drift... Cristina is obviously the Dino!

But anyways... If I don't get up on Saturday morning to run 8 miles... you can bet your bottom that this will be me... (AKA my reasons to Cristina why NOT to go running).

This. Looks. So. Much. Comfier.

Happy weekend friends! :-)

Lenten Season

Yesterday marked the beginning of Lent. Yikes. Already? Before we know it, it will be Christmas. I mean.. thats 10 months away but you get my point.

I honestly still feel like it's November of 2011. Where was Winter this Winter? I know I shouldn't be complaining but come on.. I would have enjoyed at least ONE "work from home" day this winter. 

This Lenten season is going to be my own worst enemy. There are two things that I almost can't go a day without (sounds dramatic but it's true); sweets and diet coke. (Don't judge).

Yesterday, I swore to myself and to the Man above that I would go 40 days and 40 nights without these two sweet addictions that I love so incredibly much.

                                  This might be me by next week. Just sayin.

I'm sure you are like "come on Joanna, really?" but my response to you would be "yes... really". Asking me to give up diet coke and sweets is like asking Miranda Lambert and Chris Brown to be BFF's. Not gonna happen. But since I love the man upstairs so much and what His only son has done for me and His people... the least I can do is go 40 days without the caffeine and calories my body, which I'm sure, ever so loves me for. (Not).

Who knows, maybe by the end of this season I will be able to dismiss diet coke and sweets for good and look like this in one year....

                                             Meh... I can dream right?

I have 39 days to go with this fasting of mine and I have no doubt that it will be difficult... (considering I spent 10 minutes staring at my coworkers diet coke bottle in our work refridgerator contemplating on stealing a sip).

No one really likes sip stealers though so I decided to walk away and not be that girl.

But Jo(W)anna know what? I am going to stay strong, trust in myself that I can do this, and be true not only to myself, but to Jesus as well. Because He sees all. Creepy right? But true.

To all you Catholics/Christians out there! Stay strong! We got this!