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If you ask for my help it may come with a catch, possibly a posting on my blog heh. A few of the snaps of my sister’s senior pictures soon to be seen at the most extravagant party in all the land. A girl can dream anyway.
On a total mom note, I don’t get what’s with those holey jeans she loves. If this were Big Brother and I could burn one item, those would be it. My 30’s are creeping up on me y’all.
My little sister all grown up and beautiful *sniff*
The road to fitness is paved with sweat and heart palpitations – Leslie circa 2009
Earlier this month, I hung my head low and forked over too much money to return to the gym. I look around in awe at the crazed gym rats in their ridiculous muscle tees and coordinating headbands, gleefully stepping the Stairmaster Gauntlet. If there was hell on earth, I promise you that thing would be it. Headphones and a magazine just cannot block out that amount of chrome and middle aged men.
But with a few new workout clothes and good music selection it would appear I’m ready. Fifteen minutes later, I am praying to just not fall off in front of the cute guy sprinting next to me and hoping that with all the noise and machines no one can hear my fifty year old smoker-esque lungs cursing at me for the pain. To quote a great one “this shit is bananas (b-a-n-a-n-a-s)”.
Alas with my trusty track buddy keeping up my accountability, even if only to play with a couple of his friends there, I’ve managed to make it there consistently. Ease into it, surely it will get better eh? Though I’m not sure I’ve ever been this out of shape so I could be wrong with how it will play out.
I’m still taken aback by the things people tell me at my job. I never quite know what to say. Don’t need to know that your medical appointment you need off work for so badly is an abortion. I don’t want to know the circumstances, I have no advice for relationships. Don’t want to hear the low down on all your coworkers. Really don’t need your kids’ getting beat on my conscience when you have to leave them with your alcoholic husband to work on their spring break. And please, by all means do not work a double shift.
I’m learning a lot at this place, and most of it has little to do with my job. The clients, staff, and my coworkers are definitely giving me some perspectives I would have never gotten before in my boring, somewhat uptight workplace. But I feel at home, after all I like all things psych heh.
Yes, more posts to come soon. I’ll soon erupt volcanically if I don’t.
Not only is it payday times two, but my favorite day of the year – tax refund day! And really a perfect storm for shopping. After the last months I had, never dreamed I’d manage to keep my account in the black so long.
Tomorrow I’ll write my dad a fat check for supporting me yet another year of my grown up life, sigh, well not really but it feels like it occasionally. I’ll treat B to something extravagant, such as a DiGiorgnos pizza. And tonight I’m going to escape and enjoy this beautiful Spring-like day. If there weren’t so many people still in the office I’d probably do a dance or skip to my car.
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