Things I Recently Learned...

This week was all about lessons for me... not just teaching them, but learning them.
Ok, first of all being called "gangsta" by an 8th grader is actually considered to be a compliment. Not necessarily in my circle of 30-something friends, but...
Also being confused for one of the high school girls that you coach is supposed to be flattering and it's probably not necessary to produce your driver's license to prove that you are indeed the age you claim.
When the gas light goes on in your car, you should make it priority (even when you "know this car") to get to a gas station. Good rule of thumb -- gas + car = go. No gas + car = stalling out on Garden State Parkway (well, almost stalling out).
People are lacking in manners. Case and point - when someone text messages you - "hello. how are you?" -- general codes of decency dictate that you respond.
To that point of manners and decency, falling asleep while making out with someone and then never calling them back ever again tends to haunt you. Even when that someone kisses like a fish and is just generally a little creepy. New rule of thumb -- snoring + kissing + deleting voicemails without listening to them = stalker. Avoid forcing yourself to kiss someone you have no intention of ever seeing again.
Yes, those collagen lip-infusion glosses really do work. After trying a sample at Sephora, I walked out of the store with a slight tingle in my lips. Walking out of the mall 20 minutes later, lips on fire, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a store window and swore I was looking at Steven Tyler. The swelling went down eventually -- two hours later.
A caffeine addiction can be just as destructive as any other kind of addiction. I realized that I am blowing $10-$15 a WEEK buying coffee-to-go! Lattes, macchiatos, cappuccinos... my physical and mental need to be jacked up on caffeine is wreaking havoc on my finances. Think investing in coffee maker at home will allow me to re-allocate my funds elsewhere - like happy hour on Fridays!
Lastly, I learned (or finally accepted) this week that I'm a pretty cool chic. I'm smart, I'm fun, I'm humorous, I'm easy on the eyes, I can watch football and drink beer on a Sunday. And I know I sound like Stewart Smalley ("i'm good enough, i'm smart enough, and gosh darn it - people like me!"), but seriously... if others are incapable (because they are commitment-phobes, self-absorbed or just general idiots) of seeing these fabulous qualities, then screw 'em.