Ice Skating & Five Random Confessions

Myself and a few friends went ice skating this past weekend. Between my anxiety of falling and breaking a bone to hot chocolate and screaming children bundled head to toe in winter wear, it was a lot of fun!


As you can see, I'm holding on for dear life. Hopefully going back this weekend!

Five Random Confessions
Technically this was going to be something fun added to my posts if I happened to update my blog on Fridays. But who was I kidding?! My updates are very sporadic and since I still want to keep this new part of my blog, I've decided to change it from Five Friday Confessions to Five Random Confessions. Hope you enjoy!

1. I've been on vacation/desk warming (which basically is still vacation, but I must show my face at work for a few hours a day) since December 27th and the only thing I've accomplished on my "To Do" list is eat everything in sight.

2. Sometimes I forget how old I currently am/turning on Friday. I often find myself using a calculator to make sure. Yep, I'm really 27 turning 28.

3. Told myself I would yoga a few times a week during vacation.

Times completed: 0

Times attempted: 0

4. I think coffee is disgusting.

5. I've always loved orange juice and the flavor of fresh oranges/tangerines. But have had issues eating the orange itself. As a child and well into my early 20's I would chew the orange and suck all of the delicious flavor out. Once the flavor was gone I would spit the remnants of my orange out and toss all evidence of this weird behavior into the trash. If you're thinking "texture issue" you're wrong. I ate/currently eat pudding, bananas, oatmeal and anything else that is categorized in the weird texture group. I had an issue with the gross stringy parts of the orange. No matter how much you chewed there would still be long strings of bitterness left. And you are expected to swallow this?! No. Not happening. My dad found this dirty wasteful habit of mine out when I was in high school.

Story: Picture me and my dad (a large 6' something" tall black man) at the kitchen table with nothing on the table but a paper towel in front of me ready for my waste and the large bag of oranges in the middle of the table. 

me - Mouth full of oranges. Chewing then spitting out onto the paper towel. Then replacing that with another piece of orange.

dad - "What are you doing?"

me - "I don't like the strings. They're gross."

dad - "What do you mean?"

I explain while dad peels an orange for himself and watches me in my orange eating process. Chew, suck, spit, replace. Chew, suck, spit, replace until I'm finished. Since the juice from one just wasn't enough to satisfy my hunger I go to grab another orange when all of a sudden he slaps my hand. I look at him and he says..."If you can't eat it all. You can't have any." He finishes his last piece of orange, grabs the bag and puts it back on the shelf. As he walks out of the kitchen he says, "Those dishes wont wash themselves." I decided he's right. I yell, "AMANDA, dad said you have to wash the dishes."

I'd like to say I went and grabbed the bag of oranges and ate another despise his disapproval, but I didn't. Deep down I knew I was being wasteful and actually stopped eating oranges for a good five or six years. Only until moving to Korea have I started eating tangerines again. And yes, I'm eating the entire fruit now!