Just call me Betty Crocker.

You’re looking at Lemon Blueberry bread with Greek yogurt.

Pinterest recipe FTW! We’re having a breakfast meeting at work tomorrow and I was charged with bringing something to share.

I’ve never made this, and fingers crossed it’s good, because that could be very bad if it’s not…

Is this real life?

After my Friday night of extreme compliments, I thought my streak of good luck in that department had run out.

Nope. Sure didn’t.

Saturday, I went to the wedding of a former co-worker. My former College Professor friend was there and brought her friend and former co-worker with her as her date. (I feel like I have to be a little guarded on my blog now, which sucks. Too many people know about this, and have told too many others. There are some scary stats coming in from my Stat Counter. All the Omaha hits, I’m looking at you).

The gist of it is this: I grew up watching this guy do the news in Omaha when I was a kid. He ended up telling my former Professor that he thought I was hot, had a hot body, and was hitting on me during the reception. He said I looked like Mariska Hargitay! (I don’t know that I see it). He friended me on Facebook and sent me a message too, saying he was glad they left when he did because he would have danced with everyone and stolen a few kisses.

Um, what? 

You guys. He’s 60.

60! My parent’s are 61…so there’s that.

Talk about awkward.

Oy. My love life. It’s a freakin’ joke.

Today was a pretty stellar day for Melissa. Picture for stilldavidsgoals.

1. There were the incidents at Target. Being whistled at and told I was beautiful was fantastic. Made my whole day!

2. Then I went to karaoke with my friends and these two guys were hitting on me, one kept telling me we needed to sing a song together and would wink at me. The other told me to smile, that I was too beautiful not to be smiling! When they left, the first one said, “you have a great night, beautiful lady.”

3. Then, these friends of a friend wanted their picture taken with me because, as the one very good looking, but sadly very odd guy said, I was “a hot and beautiful girl.”

What is my life? I seriously did not really make an effort today! This picture is what they saw! I don’t even know.

(The very odd guy told me, when I asked what he did for a living, said he didn’t work, but did energy healings with crystals. And that money always “found him.” Um, no thanks. You sound like a freeloader!)

But seriously! If it was compliment Melissa day, I’m a fan!

Is my life a movie now?

As I was walking into Target a very attractive man wolf whistled at me from his car (he was stopped, waiting for me to cross in front of him).

Not even 5 minutes after that, as I was looking at greeting cards, ANOTHER man kept looking at me, then when I went into the next aisle, he walked up to me (I was the only one in the aisle) and said, “you are so beautiful.”

I managed to stammer out a “thank you” and I blushed and smiled at him.

And because my life ISN’T a movie, he didn’t say anything else, and we turned and went our separate ways.

Hey. Either way, I’ve still got it! 😉

On Sunday, I ran my 10th Half Marathon in Omaha. (There were countless other runs that were at least that long during training runs, but these were the ones that I paid for and got medals for!) So I decided to make a fun little collage to commemorate the milestone! Here are my efforts.

It has my Full Marathon and the Beat The Blerch, which I don’t count as #11 because I ran 1 race and got 2 medals, because that’s how I roll. 

Things of note: I really like that blue jacket. And my sweet white sweat bands. And bright colors. Yikes!

Anyway, just wanted this to live here forever to remind me of all of the hard work and dedication that it took to do it!

Me, Today.

My legs are a little tight today, but not too bad. I am sore though! 

You really do have to forget the pain of the last race before you’re willing to do another. Seeing as the Omaha Half was just yesterday, I’m not ready to forget that pain yet. Sometimes I think, maybe I should do another Full Marathon. Then I think, LOLZ, NOPE, and I’m happy with halfs and shorter races. So is my knee.