Whose arm is in my bed?

Today is one of those days where my mother and I clash on everything. Today she has decided that I am weird. The truth is, I'm weird everyday but most days she chooses to ignore it or accept it. Today is not one of those days. Today she has decided that I need to assimilate and learn how to make it in the world. Step 1: Learn how to cook more stuff. Because how will I please my husband if I only know how to make 5 things? (For the record, I do not have a husband) According to my mom, I need to expand my cooking horizons and so in order to please her I have made the attempt. The attempt resulted in undercooked chicken. I think I might get salmonella.

A day similar to this occurred about a month ago. While today my mom's outlook on her daughter was unexpected, that fateful Saturday, I brought it upon myself.

It started when I woke up. That entire week I was extremely tired so the night before I flopped onto my bed and fell asleep immediately with no regard to how I was laying down. In the morning I found myself sleeping across my bed horizontally which automatically left me disoriented.

I opened my eyes (keep in mind I was still very disoriented and half asleep) and saw an arm in my bed. At first, I was a little panicked. I was convinced it was not my arm and I had no idea whose arm it was. I was scared out of my mind. But this fear quickly turned into curiosity. I didn't care that I didn't know whose arm it was. I didn't care that a stranger's arm was in my bed. I didn't care that it was just an arm with no body attached to it. All I cared about was touching it. I wanted to touch that arm. I NEEDED to touch that arm. So I mustered up some energy and forced my right arm to touch it. I then began to panic because I had no idea where my left arm was. And 15 seconds later I realized that I was touching my left arm. I was relieved. I was still confused because I had no feeling in my left arm so I picked it up with my right arm and stared at it. I examined it for awhile and then decided it was normal so I let go of it. It turns out that I had slept on top of it and that's why there was no feeling in it. As a result, my arm was very heavy with dead weight. So when I let go, it smacked me in the face and I let out a stifled cry.

A cry that was heard by my mother who rushed to my room to see what had happened. When she got there my arm was still on top of my face and I explained to her what happened in what I thought was a calm voice of reason. I later found out that I groaned some more and yelled "There's an arm on my bed that hit my face!" I don't function well in the morning.

That entire day was devoted to teaching me how to make salsa and clean the house properly (not at the same time). My mother fears that I won't be able to function on my own. And with mornings like that, I can understand why.

thursdays are fun.

Ok so this is my first post! Woo hooo!!

Margie-poo has a blog and encouraged me to start my own so that is what I am doing. We discussed the future of this blog on our second run today, and let me tell you, it is very promising.

It is almost 10pm and I should be asleep. Instead, I am arguing with Margaret about putting frosting on this awesome cake we just made and discussing how avatar is similar to pocahontas. But enough about that, let me tell you about me. That may sound a tad bit vain, but I'm tired and I'm experiencing a surge of confidence that comes with sleep deprivation and delirium.

I'm Mila. I'm a distance runner. I run a ridiculous amount of miles and I enjoy it. A LOT. It may seem a little weird or lame but the sad truth is, running controls my life. Every aspect of it. Think I'm kidding? I'm not. I am both restricted and liberated by running in a strange way. You probably won't understand it unless you're a runner, but who am I to judge you? I'm also a closet baker. Now that school is over for awhile I have huge periods of time in between runs with nothing to do, so I bake. This week alone I have made three pies and a cake. It's becoming an obsession. I expect to collect mass amounts of baked goods on a weekly basis and I have nothing do with them because I shouldn't eat them. If you're reading this and you know me personally, hit me up and I will gladly bake something for you.

Ok that didn't really describe me fully but you'll learn more as this blog goes on. Right now, I am going to eat another five pieces of cake and figure out how to make this frosting thicken. More to come soon! And pictures soon! Woo hoo!