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YO YO YO!!!!! Long time no "see", Mamacitas!

I didn't intentionally set out to take 7 weeks off of blogging, but that's precisely what happened. I haven't taken more than 2 weeks off from it in almost 3 and a half years, so I guess I just needed a break. Plus... I'm pretty sure I just hate winter.

I hate winter clothes... loathe being outside (to take pictures or for any other reason)... despise getting dressed and I have no inspiration as far as outfits go. The only thought I put into clothing in the winter is asking myself... "Are these sleeves/pants long enough to cover up the fact that it's been more than a couple of days since I have shaved?" I think I have Seasonal Affective Disorder.  For real.  Winter blows.

So... let's see. What's been going on since I last blogged?

• I graduated from the Nutrition program I was in. I am now a certified Holistic Health Coach (WOO-HOO). 
• My Manfriend celebrated another year of life. He turned 34 a few weeks ago. Shout out to the best dude I know.  <insert fist bump>
• I celebrated my 1-year anniversary of teaching PILATES!!!
• I attended the wedding of one of my dearest friends last weekend in Hilton Head, where I was a "Groomsmaid" of sorts. Instead of a traditional wedding party he had a mixed party with his closest friends (some men and some women) and let me tell you.... it was one of the best experiences I have EVER had in/around a wedding. A BIG congratulations to Ali & Bethany!
• I ruined a 3 year old's life.

You did not read that last one wrong.

You may have noticed that I have a million more inches of hair on my head than a couple of months ago. I've got extensions in (I get bored easily... that's not new news). Anywho.... I was teaching Bootcamp last week and a woman came to check out the gym. She had her 3 year old little girl in a stroller and when I introduced myself the 3 year old's eyes got really wide and she was silent. She would not say hello or interact with me at all. I thought maybe I had scared her. A few minutes later I returned to see if the woman had any questions about the paperwork and she said...

"My daughter thinks your Elsa."

Huh??? I had my hair pulled to the side in a braid (that thanks to the weave is pretty long) and this sweet baby girl thought I was her favorite Disney princess. I bent down to talk to her and her eyes got humongous again. She did not speak, she just reached out her little open arms for a hug and slowly leaned into me. I hugged her and after her tiny hands let go of  the GI Joe Kung Fu grip she had on my neck she started to talk.

"Uhhhh....uhhhhh.... I..... I.... I... I having a princess burfday party. I an 3... uhhh... uhh... uhhh... and you're gonna come to it." I said... "Oh honey, I'm not Elsa, my name is Melissa. I'm so happy to meet you though. I hope you have a great birthday party with the real, magical Elsa. AND.THEN.TEARS

Oh... fuk.

Am I the worst human alive or what? I should have just went with it. I'm sure I could have rented a costume and showed up at this baby girl's party. Instead? I ruined her life. All 3 years of it. The mom laughed it off and left. Let's just say I'm betting I'll never see her again. No chance she's coming to work out with the woman who crushed her kid's heart. I should just dye my long braid black. At least that way it would match my soul.