What is a Maxine "adventure"?

SO I just wrote this post! And it accidently got deleted, so excuse me if it isn't as funny as the last one. The last one was TOTALLY awesome! (That last line was meant for someone special who either laughed out loud when he read it or responded with a hearty "DUDE!")

Some of you might be asking, "Maxine what's the dilly with the word 'adventure?'"

To those people I give the following instructions. First, look at your hand and locate the dirtiest finger on there. Once you found that finger, take it and poke yourself in your eye! Feel the stinging? That pain is your punishment for using the term "dilly" in my presence! Seriously, the nerve of some people!

Well I first started using the term "adventure" when I moved to Amherst, MA. I had to start a new job the day after I moved to Amherst and once my family left I started to feel a bit scared. Yes, I admit, I was scared. I wasn't feeling Maxilicious (yes that is a Maxinism...which I guess I should explain in a later blog. Perhaps even after this one. It's only 2:13 and I have until 5).

Anywhoo...

So I was um, scared and basically I had to go to work and to a welcoming meeting in a town that I was not familiar with. I'm a city gal and to be out in a quiet town like Amherst was a shock to all of my senses. Sure I attended Lynnfield Public Schools, but I ALWAYS had my city of Boston to fall back on! Not this time. I was 2+ hours away from home, my family, and my friends. I had to figure out how to become Maxilicious back because being Maxilicious means that I'm the bravest thing in the world. When I'm in my Maxilicious state I have two things on my mind, "Where is my challenge? AND Who are the new people whose world I'm going to rock??"

In order for me to get my "umph" back, I did two things:

1. I prayed - Shoot, I don't even want to think about how my life would be if I didn't believe in or have a relationship with God.

2. I coined my experience as an adventure. It became fun to me. The word adventure has a "wow" factor to it.

So after I did those things I walked out of my apartment and strutted down the street like I was a diva and that road was my walkway! I went to my job with my head held high and I went to my grad meeting with the thought that this was another challenge that I was going to meet head on and conquer (or make my **tch). The funny part is once I got to my grad school meeting, I felt a little left out because my classmates already met each other during orientation. Okay, I'll admit that I chickened out...I used the fact that I was working as an excuse to get me out of attending but it was all good because a few minorities came into the room and I immediately relaxed and knew that they were going to sit next to me, which they did. They weren't black, but the fact that we were minorites was enough for us. Also, I met a friend who was once my boss at Northeastern. It was cool because I made a statement about how I used to be brave and he corrected me by saying that I still was...aren't cool people awesome? Quick story on Aaron, when I was an Orientation Leader he was the ONLY one who knew when I did something bad or that I was about to do something mischevious He said that I got a look in my eyes. I don't doubt it, but it was interesting because he was the first people who noticed it. He would come up to me randomly and say, "Whatever you're thinking about doing, don't do it." Of course I did it anyways and when my other boss screamed, "Where are my keys!" Aaron always knew to look at me first.

So that's why I use the term "adventure." I guess I've conquered a lot of them, until you ask me to eat something that I'm not familiar with. There are certain rules that I have to things that go into my mouth (on that sounds so bad). First, the item has to be in the food groups that I eat. Second, the item has to be smelled and studied for a long period of time (sometimes this includes poking with my finger). Usually the food never passes that stage unless I'm with my girl Gaetane who knows me and watches me. One time she ordered mussels and I have NEVER eaten one in my life! I sat there while everyone was digging in with my head slightly cocked to the left and staring. She said, "(insert my full name here) I know you! Take one!" I sighed (which is something that I do a lot) and grabbed one. It was interesting. She looked at me and rolled her eyes because she knew that if she wasn't paying attention, I wouldn't have eaten any. Does that make me fickle? How about picky?

I know my mom is so happy that she doesn't have to go food shopping for me anymore because one week I would absolutely love something but the next week I wouldn't touch it at all. Kinda like tofu. There was a time when I cooked it all the time! I have so many tofu recipes it's not even funny! Yet now, I don't even buy it because I just don't crave it. If I order out and it comes with the dish it's okay but it's not something that I cook anymore. Watch, now I'm going to crave it again. I'll probably let you know if that happens that is if you care. LOL Who am I kidding?! I'm going to let you know even if ya don't care! (I know you were expecting that)

So I guess this brings my explanations on "adventures" to an end.

Until 5 minutes from now readers (What? I have to do SOME editing!)...

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!