Pretty people

As I was riding home on the bus today, I noticed something that often crosses my mind while I am on a train, riding the bus, or in a coffee shop. There are some pretty people here in Prague. I mean like model pretty, like I could see them on posters pretty....

Now, as many of you have said before, I have weird tastes when it comes to who I think is hot... but these people are like generally pretty, like pamela anderson or kate beckinsale. I would take pictures of these people if it wasn't stalker crazy. Seriously, all of them have bluish/green/light brown eyes and like light brown hair and they aren't fat. I'm not even mentioning that I barely BARELY see blemishes on their skin. And unlike in Romania, their hair is like pretty (not fried red screaming for mercy). They have proportioned faces, nice eye brows, (though most wear heavy eye liner which isn't my fav) they have nice eyes. Ears aren't too big (sorry jim), lips aren't too thin (thanks Ariel for giving me a complex), and cheek bones are defined but not overly so (like anorexic... well anyone).

Like today, while going to the embassy, just minding my own business and BAM! REALLY SUPER HOT GUY two seats in front of me. Tall (at least 6'2''), lean, blue eyes, full lips... hot. THEN I get on the tram (continuing my journey) and three pretty girls in a row, (not hot but like next-door neighbor kinda pretty). WTF, i went to college, i cheered for a national championship football school, I've had to be compared to some hotties and these people are just walking the streets! I'm not even going into the cute kids I see. I'm telling you modeling agencies are missing out big time.

To be fair, its winter and I can't say if these people have good bodies... or if they shave, so i suppose MAYBE i could be wrong. but for faces... is it winter that brings out the clear faces or is it a country thing? I have no idea, but the one thing I know which i remind myself so that i don't get low self-esteem seeing these not-quite-at-the-runway-but-should-be people is:

I look better naked :)

Bored, yet I still manage to cause myself pain

Ok, I'm bored. Like super bored... the kind where you start googling your own name or checking facebook every 2 seconds hoping someone will post something interesting...

Well, my mom forced me to clean, which sucks because it is the worse thing in the world. I don't mind cleaning bathrooms mind you, but cleaning floors is like cutting off your nail...

So I accidently cut off my nail when cooking... There I was chopping away for some breakfast burritos (let's just say it's my culinary fabulousity), and i cut through my thumb nail. NOT such a huge deal but I have this picking thing. I can't leave things alone... pimples, scabs, peeling skin, broken finger nails... its disgusting but it's a part of what makes me me... disgusting as that may seem... don't judge me, YOU know you can't leave a pimple alone when its staring at you, taunting you EVEN THOUGH you know there's a chance it'll get worse. Anyway, so there is a nick in my nail... (no it didn't get in the food - I'm not that disgusting), and there it was - jagged nail - waiting to cut my face. I took control. I stared it down and then got a nail file and did my damnedest... but it was deep so I just ripped off my nail.. yeah terrible idea. My thumb freaking has no top nail and now is missing some skin... the point of this long drawn out pointless story (like I how i said it had a point then didn't... :) ) is that I won.

That's is: oh and I slipped and fell the other day and broke my toe. It hurt.


Just kidding.

My next pain inducing trick will be waxing... i'll let you know how that goes...

1 - My trip to Prague

Ok, it started off easy enough. I had to drive myself to the airport in Tampa... no biggie.
WELL, turns out, on "economy" parking, they don't have those cute little buggies to carry your luggage. This is a problem. I have a carry-on, a dog and a 50lb bag. Yeah, an 100lb girl has to carry a 50lb duffle bag, WITHOUT rollers to the elevator. So this is how I did it: I let my dog just follow me and put the bag on my back like a backpack with the straps as my arm holes. My dog was scared but I was determined. I determined myself right into a parked car. The bag was really heavy and I know I looked like an ant. Did I mention I was also pulling along my carry-on?

I finally get to the terminal, got through security and was thirsty. (I unfortunately had to throw away my coffee while I was attempting the "manifest destiny" of my stupid bag.) WELL, I had to go potty and was hoping my dog would go to the bathroom in the bathroom after my great example, but she was having none of it. It didn't surprise me, she never seems to have to go when we fly. (I really need to get her doggy-Xanax.) I finally get cleaned up and walk over to the shop that sells water, which was luckily right next to my get. YAY!! God loves me.

No, no he doesn't. My dog took a shit right in front of the little store front, right next to my gate. Yup, right there, in front of everyone, not two minutes after I left the haven of the bathroom. Did I have napkins? Did I have a plastic baggy? NO NO I DID NOT! I had to go into the store and ASK for a baggy so I could clean up the mess... Pookah (my dog) yeah, she felt so much better she started strutting... don't worry, I cleaned it up.

After that, thankfully my life was uneventful. Until I got to NY to get on my Prague flight... mind you, I've worked with kids for awhile so I have no problem talking to them. But there was this obnoxious kid that was RIGHT in front of me during my Tampa flight, who's mother thought that appeasing him would be the best way to discipline him... (lets just note my opinion that these children turn into entitled throwing poop monkey adults). Anyway, she controlled him by telling him that cops were on the plane and would arrest him if he was bad... yeah she even pointed out a guy wearing a hollister jacket with a patch and said that she thought that he was the cop because he had a badge.... Great mom. I was like, you can't tell your kid to just behave you have to threaten him with the fake law? NOW, this kid will think he's going to get arrested by hollister wearing pre-adolescent boys. Well, no, I lie... he didn't think that, he still misbehaved.

So, I was lucky enough to have the same kid on my flight. Instead of sitting in front of me, he was now standing behind me in line. He came up and asked about my dog. I was polite. He asked why the dog had to be in a bag, I told him it was because people could be allergic and it was the rules of the plane. He asked if the bag was there to save the dog if we crashed... this is where I should've said something like, "i would protect her if we crashed, like your mom would protect you", or y'know a simple yes.

Did I do that... no, no I did not. I said, "ummm, if the plane crashes nothing is going to save us." The mom looked at me like I was a monster and said, "he's only six." The mom (with her ultimate wisdom) did was she did last time and lied to her kid and said yes, the case would save the dog. I turned around feeling like maybe I shouldn't have been so honest, or maybe I should apologize... but then I thought, "NAY, that kid needs a dose of reality."

I spent the rest of the flight in an uncomfortable half slumber, with my joints swelling... not so bad though. God was like, "Hey, that's for scaring a six-year old devil woman."

I finally get to Prague, glad of the trip being over. I had enough excitement.

THEN, I almost slipped and fell on the snow when I got to the cab. Thank the lord for the cabby's cat like speed and reflexes... I get home, welcoming the thought of warm house and pjs. I reach out to unlock the door and BAM!!!!!!! i slipped right on to my back, right before I got inside. The cabby brought my bags and just looked sorry for me.

Yes, this is a true story... Thank God its over... (or maybe he made me fall for good measure... damn six year-old.)