My mom thinks I’m weird and other things on Friday





Another week come and gone! And the end of this week means the end of the CrossFit Open season (post about that to come on Monday).

So Mama Nancy thinks I’m weird. Through this blog, I’ve “met” a ton of people that I legit feel like I’m friends with in real life. We talk, email, text, facebook, and tweet each other like, all the time. I talk about them to other people like they’re real people (because they are, duh) but also like I’ve met them.

Mama Nancy: “so, you don’t think it’s weird-at all-that you’ve never met these people but you talk to them all the time?”

Me: “No.”

Mama Nancy: “Like, at all.”
Me: “Nope.”
Mama Nancy: “I really worry about you sometimes. It’s like you have imaginary friends-at 26.”

Me: “Except they’re real people, mom. I’m not making them up.”

Mama Nancy: “Sure they are.”

This is not weird, right? RIGHT?
(whatever, if you think it’s weird, just keep it to yourself. I like my friends)

Unrelated:
On Tuesday, I was walking on campus and ran into a group of “Christians” in Free Speech Alley who were screaming at students, calling them “sinners” and telling them that they were “destined for hell because they are impure and have not repented.” They picked me out as I passed and told me that I am a “harlot” (ouch), and “an abomination to God and a slap in the face of Jesus.”
Whoa.
First, not very Christian like, “Christians”.
Second, no one is perfect. Even if we try to live our lives in the most perfect of ways.
Third, I could have sworn one of the main lessons in the bible was “judge not lest ye be judged”, or are we not reading the same bible?



I smiled at that man and said, “bless your heart, I’m going to pray for you.” And that really pissed him off. He told me that God doesn’t hear my prayers because I’m a sinner. I said, “God hears everything.”

Lastly, he told me that I can’t be a follower of God because I believe in evolution and God followers can’t believe that dogs came from birds.
Um, right. Dogs can’t come from birds because…science?

The whole exchange just made me really sad. I know I usually don’t get into specific religious stuff in here, but I just can’t believe that God hates anyone. Or that any regular has the right to pass judgement on others.
My faith taught me better than that.

This week has been eventful to say the least.
I’m exhausted. 

One, Five, Ten

“Where do you see yourself in a year? Five years? Ten years?”

Recently, Bonnie over at The Life of Bon asked this question to her high school English classes. 

After thinking about it, you know what?I am not in any of the places I thought I would be when I was graduating high school. I don’t even know if I considered back then growing up to be the person I actually am.

Dance Team Banquet. Seniors. Front row, third from right. 

Senior prom. Yes, my flip phone is rhinestoned.

New York Dance Team trip. 

Senior Night with Brittany

One year
What I thought: I thought I’d be pre-med at LSU, loving it. Definitely getting straight A’s and loving going to the best party school in the country. I was going to have a ton of friends and probably a super hot boyfriend. And I was going to make the dean’s list for sure. I was also going to be super skinny and drinking allllll that beer was definitely NOT going to make me gain weight. Oh, and I was going to run a marathon. I think I actually wrote that down somewhere. Silly me.

I don’t know what was going on or why I’m not wearing shoes.

Before the weight gain happened…but you see what’s in my hand, right? It’s coming.

One year
Where I was: I did go to LSU and I did declare pre-med as my major…and hated every second of it. Making friends wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be and it felt like everything constantly reminded me that I wasn’t in Texas anymore. Thankfully, my next door neighbor and eventual roommate, Emily, helped me navigate the friends thing. There were a lot of all nighters where I called Mama Nancy crying, begging to come home. I also wanted to transfer to University of Texas-San Antonio because that’s where all my friends from high school went. I definitely missed out on the magic, “drink me and you won’t gain weight” beer because I drank the regular shit and gained a ton. And I didn’t run. Not one time, not one mile.

Know what this looks like? Bad decisions.

We may or may not have decided to jump on stage. At a bar. In the middle of someone’s musical performance.

Holly, Emily, Kelsey, Me, Tissy, Higgs, Blaum

When I still had little boobs.

Five years
What I thought: I would have totally graduated college and I’d have a super great job-to-career doing something I really loved for a lot of money. I’d probably be married already and working on starting a family. I’d be living back in Texas to be close to my parents. Obviously.

Crowning my successor.

Krissy Bug. Best friends for life.

Graduate. Finally.

5 yearsWhere I was: I was just graduating college with concentrations in 3 different, completely unrelated things. I was engaged to be married and working in property management managing apartments. I didn’t really have any idea what I wanted to do: did I want to continue in this career? Did I want to try something else? I had a brief flirtation with the idea of going to law school and took the LSAT. I did well, but I decided I didn’t hate myself enough to actually go to law school. Something told me to be a teacher, so I got my certification and started my teaching career at Istrouma High School (one of the best experiences of my life). I also realized how much weight I had gained and started trying to do something about it. 

10 yearsWhat I thought: I thought that by 28, I’d have shit together. I’d be way involved in my marriage. I’d have a kid or two. Or twelve. I’d own a house with a dog. I’d be a hospital’s chief of surgery by now (because everyone becomes a chief of surgery in like, 3 years, right?) and I’d volunteer on the weekends. I’d hang out with my mama and be busing my kids back and forth to whatever practice/birthday party/whatever.

8 years
Where I am: I haven’t made it to my 10 year yet (uh, 2 years away. WHAT?) but so far…I’m not all that close to what I thought. At all. I’m finishing my masters program in Kinesiology. The closest thing I have to a kid is Axl, who is the best kid EVER. I’m still teaching AND still working in property management and I’m working toward becoming a Marine Officer. I have good friends, I pay all my own bills, I have a great relationship with my parents and my tolerance for bullshit is pretty low. I like playing with other people’s kids and I hate laundry. Most days being a grown up sucks, but it’s pretty satisfying knowing that, as tiring as it can be, I get shit done. I still get carded buying beer and I’m okay with that. Oh, and I lost that freshman 40 from college. Finally.

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Me and the kid
Naturally I hang out with Mama Nancy

Where did you see yourself in a year, 5 years, 10 years from high school?
**PS: Athlete profiles on Saturdays will be BACK next week!

Girl Code

I am not the type of girl that had a ton of girlfriends growing up. While I’m not the girl that has only guy friends, I’m just the type that keeps my circle very close.

I share what I want everyone to know with…well, everyone. And I share what I want to keep close with my people in my circle.

Despite not having a bazillion girlfriends, I became pretty well versed in girlcode. 

Sad to say that, despite being 26 years old, I’m still finding out that some girls never learned that code and have no problems being disloyal to other women that the call friends.

I’ll be honest, I don’t break girl code for any girl, friend or not. Because that isn’t my thing and it isn’t my place.

5 lessons in GirlCode that if you didn’t know, now you do
5. Lay down the man laws of your girl code 
Generally speaking, for me, it is not okay to date someone your friend has already dated. Point blank. But situations are different for every group and you should be clear about that with your friends. Or else this is gonna make for some really awkward encounters for everyone.
4. “Does this make me look fat?”
BE FREAKIN’ HONEST.
Honesty doesn’t have to be mean, but you ARE mean if you let you girlfriend walk around looking like a crazy, hot ass, mess. It’s pretty easy to answer that question with something like, “eh, I’m not liking it for tonight but I really love when you wear [insert flattering outfit here] wear that tonight.”
3. You’re your girl’s best wingman. Know your role.
Help your girl out when it comes to someone they think is cute. Help introduce them and facilitate conversation. Your girl will feel so much more comfortable that you’re there, she won’t be stressed about having to impress someone else. And don’t try to snipe the person of interest away from your friend. Because that’s shitty.
2. Support your friend. Defend your friend. No matter what.

My friends can be wrong and can live all kinds of questionable lives and no one is going to talk shit about them so I can hear it. Know why? Because I’ll defend them to the death. I’ll let them know how I feel and what I think (because that’s that honesty thing), but I’ll be damned if someone else is gonna say anything bad about my friends because they’re MINE. I’ll support in their success, pain, joy, and every other emotion and situation because we’re friends. Duh.
1. Don’t tell your girlfriends’ secrets and don’t talk shit about them.
Talking shit about your friends and/or telling their secrets makes you the worst kind of friend. For real. I can’t even stress how important this is. Mainly because doing this doesn’t just make you a shitty friend, it makes you a shitty person. Also because, chances are, the girls you’re talking shit about probably could say similar or worse things about you (but I hope they don’t, in a supreme observance of girlcode).
When in doubt or not in doubt, follow girl code.
If she is your friend, if she isn’t your friend, if she’s just a random, whatever.
Because it’s too much for girls to be pitted against one another and being ugly.
It’s too much for girls to show weakness by allowing petty shit cause us to attack each other.
Honestly, 
we have far more important things to worry about than bashing each other in a ridiculous, crab in a bucket mentality. Like saying or doing shitty things to each other is going to somehow make us look good. 
Because what Susie says about Sally says far more about Susie than it does about Sally. 
If you already follow girlcode, I hope this was a good refresher. If you somehow missed the learning curve, study up and be a better friend. Now.      

Thankful Wednesday: 5/15/13

I might be losing my mind. I swear, today I feel incredibly scattered and a little overwhelmed. And yet, I managed to remember that today is Thankful Wednesday and we must always, always, always find things to be thankful for.

Things I am thankful for today:
1. Flights from New York to New Orleans
2. Sisters
3. Last days of school
4. My health

In just over 24 hours, a flight from New York to New Orleans will be bringing one of my very best friends, Kristie, to see me. She is a badass actor getting her MFA from Columbia. She is way smart and my same brand of awkward. It has been incredibly hard having her so far away because sometimes (especially in college) it feels like she is the only one who understands what the shiz I’m talking about. So thankful that some air planning genius decided to make a pathway for her to get to me.

This is something called The Crescent Route that I just found out about. Clearly it was developed specifically for Kristie to make it to me. Obvs.

I am way thankful for my sister, Celina. I get to visit her in less than a week and she’s only the best sister ever. Way better than yours, probably (no offense, it’s just true). In fact, I’d bet bottoms to burpees that my sister could beat your sister up. She is wildly supportive and she has the best friends. I cannot wait to see her, my sweet niece and nephew and my awesome brother-in-law. We plan on having an excruciatingly good time with bbq and (paleo) drinks.

Probably us. Sisters helping sisters since 1987.

I think all teachers are probably thankful that the last days of school are upon us. There is light at the end of the tunnel and it’s not a train, y’all! I hope everyone is as amped as I am, have gotten your SLTs in (unless you don’t have SLTs…in which case, we’re not friends), and have your finals ready to be taken and done. Go us!


My health. I am so thankful for my health. Even though this past month has been really rough and I’ve been living off of little to no sleep, I am really thankful that (so far) I’ve been able to stave off sickness, especially working in a school full of kids that are constantly sick. I truly believe that getting in shape and changing what I eat has made all the difference in improving my immune system.


GIVEAWAY! Latitude GearRX

I love clothes and I love CrossFit, so naturally, I love clothes made for CrossFit.

So imagine how excited I was to team up with LatitudeGearRX to do a freakin’ giveaway for my Eat.Pray.WOD readers!

First, check out my sweet shirt! Carpe Diem ‘n’ shiz. Excuse my hair. It was a long day and I needed a shower. So I did that and when I wanted to get comfortable, what did I put on? Oh, my Latitude Gear RX shirt. Clearly.


Their shirts are pretty much awesomely comfortable. Not only to wear for everyday, but also to WOD in. It didn’t bunch up on me or ride up on my tummy once. ALSO, it should be noted that I wore it to work one day and all of my students LOVED it. I got so many compliments.

My favorite one?
“Hey Miss Herrera! Carpe diem, that’s like YOLO but for smart people, right? I like that.”

Indeed it is, kid.

Other reasons why LatitudeGearRX kicks ass?
It’s made by CrossFitters for CrossFitters.
It’s made in the USofA (‘merica!)
They value quality. They make good shiz!

You absolutely need to check out their stuff. Tanks? Tees? Socks? Wrist wraps? THEY GOT IT. 

So because the people over at LatitudeGearRX are awesome, they’re letting me giveaway 5 shirts to 5 lucky Eat.Pray.WOD readers! 


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