Sunday, March 30, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I was, and still am, a bit nervous. I am fat. So I knew this was going to hurt. In more than one way. I threw my self conscienceness out the window and went for it. I was very pleasantly surprised to find only myself and two, that's 2, other women in the class with me. Both claimed to not be any good. But they still had an advantage. The instructor, Ursula, said that she doesn't normally teach this way, but to follow along for the evening. I nodded my head and she began.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
She is such a goof ball. I love her. She is her mothers daughter.
This is Melissa without the goofy face.
She came home on a Friday in January (or was it Feb) and said she wanted her hair cut to head length. I asked her to clarify. She put her little hand to her chin and said:
"To here. DUH"
I had a hair appointment the next morning, so I took her with me. This is what we came home with. She decided to donate her hair to Locks Of Love. She is a cool kid.
I am sitting inside my office wishing my life away. I know I should not wish my life away, but I can't help it. I really don't want to be here. I want to go home and play. I haven't played in a while (about a week) and I miss it. I just haven't had the energy. I am going to get the energy this weekend. I WILL. I MUST. I NEED TO.
Monday, March 3, 2008
It is Monday and I have a splitting headache. It is past time for the office to accept someone leaving for an hour to workout. (Yup, my office is cool that way.) So, I am not going to work out today. I am going to give myself permission to NOT work out today. (Sound convincing to you??)