for those of you who have read it, did you start sobbing when Edward told Bella he was leaving? I was bawling. Jebus.. it brought up memories/feelings of being broken hearted like that. Feeling so helpless... I had to stop reading and I tuned into Project Runway, and half hour later, I'm still feeling very upset. Hopefully it will get better for me :)
We all went to Freddy's Custard for dinner tonight and Ryan had us laughing so hard trying to get ice cream to come out of our noses. This was a re-occurring line tonight. Ryan broke it down to this simple formula, all said in a strong (poor) cowboy accent: 1-when I get back ... 2-you better [state desired action] 3-you got five minutes 4-come on let's go
Today I did my first run.
Actually, it was about 70% run, 30% walk. I have discovered that what your elliptical machine thinks you can do and what you can actually do are two different things. I have also discovered that my earbuds suck and I need a new set. To Le Target I go tomorrow.
I started at Inglewood Hill road and East Lake Sammamish and ran/walked south to SE 8th Street, along the lake trail. Because of the many driveways along the way I was able to make little deals with myself: "run to the third driveway and then walk to the fourth, then run again". At 3 miles round trip, that means I ran about 2.1 miles and walked about 0.9; so my goal for tomorrow is to shave half of that walk time so the ratio is more like 85/15. My boss (who is up to 5 miles now) says the first 3 miles are the hardest. I'm really hoping my inability to run all of it was because of my recent week of non-exercise.
The lake trail is beautiful, level, and peppered with very expensive homes. Actually, no, it's olive-oiled with very expensive homes, an there's the occasional garlic clove of an old cabin; it's peppered with boats. Those are the best to gaze at as you run/walk past; usually they have nicer gardens and a Ms Lisa cabin feel to them. I think they all have plumbing though.
Speaking of which, I need to shower. And get ready for my first PTSA meeting. I feel so very very vanilla right now.
How many times a day do you look in the mirror?
If you know anything about me, you know that my mirror and I are best friends. We go way back to when I first discovered flavored lip gloss and cherry chap sticks. As we grew up thru 6 inch bangs that needed to be checked *that’s bigger than some men penis’s sadly, and pimples that needed to be popped, I was very close with my mirror.
I’ve had this particular mirror for about a year and a half now. it was off of an old compact. I just broke it off and continued to use because though the compact was done, the mirror continued to serve its purpose.
When I arrive at work everyday, I check myself in the mirror. Now if you’re around me enough- you should pick up on the little gesture I do in the mirror. My best friends say I’m posing…but I don’t know. It’s this little look I guess. I mean , when you are looking people, you don’t always have the same expression each time, right? So maybe I’m giving the mirror different expressions to see that lipstick is perfect each time…* who cares what I’m doing…LOL
Last week, I pulled the mirror at work and an hour later I lost it.
I couldn’t find it for a whole week. I started to think it was with my brothers sweater, or even worse- next to a good stash of brie, but then I started maybe someone was messing with me and they know how much I look in my mirror so they took it.
My co-worker convinced me otherwise and told to check my loads of work on my desk and that it could be there. I knew that when I left on Friday that I didn’t find it but I’d give it another look. Low and behold, there it was in between the desk and the wall. It had fallen.
So I send my co-worker this email entitled, “Reunited and It Feels Soooooo Good..” and I told her I found my mirror. LMAO…
I’m one of those people who puts on their makeup while my cars warms up so I was so excited to know that I didn’t have to use the rearview again. This morning I blast the heat for Gabby, make sure my coffee mug has its lid on, made sure I had my gym jacket, turned down the sound of the radio so Gabby didn’t have to hear the T-Man and I went to go pull out my make up bag.
And what falls out?
My mirror.
Right in between the seat and the middle console.
I can’t reach it.
Ain’t this a bitch.
I didn’t have anything long enough to push it out.
*if I slam on the brakes hard enough, will the mirror come shooting out?
To the rear view I go, hoping my eyeliner isn’t crooked and that I didn’t miss a portion of my cheek when I applied the powder….
As I get to work today, I share with my co-worker that my mirror is in fact not within my reach and “HOW AM I GONNA PLUCK LATER”…..
I guess it could be worse. *like my eyeliner breaking when I have nothing else to left to sharpen….
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Here is a pic of the worlds cutest little Cub's fan.
Our house was broken into yesterday while we were at work.
I'm so pissed.
The police in this town are useless. I bet if their shit got stolen they'd already have the crooks caught. They didn't talk to the neighbors, didn't take pictures or finger prints or anything. Just came in and took a list of what was missing and left. And exactly what are the cops jobs? Son of a bitches
This is why people do not have faith in our justice system.
Fuckers. All of them.
I couldn't sleep for shit lastnight. I was paranoid and waking up to every little sound. I kept having visions of looking out the windown and seeing someone stare back at me *shutter
(and I should have a t-shirt with this one)
You gotta sin to get saved
--Maria McKee
