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There goes my future baby daddy with his current wife, Posh Spice. She looks positively divine, and I’m sure I would look fabulous in that dress! The jury is still out on her headband. Normally, Victoria’s hair is in top form, I mean perfectly coiffed. But in this pic? A little reminiscent of Buckwheat say otay. A nice dinner and a Broadway show sounds lovely. Let’s just focus on his shoes….goodness me, that man cleans up nice. *swoons*
Workout (noun) The intense conditioning of muscles you never knew you had, by a good-looking personal trainer, which results in not being able to climb stairs, walk or sit down without excruciating pain.
Oh…holy…Jesus. What was I thinking? I haven’t excercised in over a year and I thought I would be okay. I walk to work every day, I look like a model (so I’ve been told…by sober people, thank you very much) so why am I in so much pain? The trainer looked at me and asked what was I doing there. I said I needed to add more definition, to keep things fit and to add on weight. He asked me how much I weigh. I said 136 pounds but I should be 140 to 145 pounds for my height and age. He asked me how old I was and I told him I just turned 36. He was stunned. This is probably why he pushed me so hard, because I look young. My knees were screaming to my calves and my glutes put a jihad out on my hamstrings. When I was finished with the session, I realized just how lazy out of shape I am even though I walk to work every day. Well that, and the fact that using one of those old lady walkers sounds really good right now.
You realize you need more time. The random hair on your chin grows faster than the hair on your head. Staying at home to watch a movie with a glass of wine sounds more appealing than going out to a club, even if your friends are in vip. Things creak. The worst, the absolute worst thing ever about getting old, is that you find grey hairs in places you would never imagine.
I am 36 today. I can’t believe I made it this far. I still feel like I haven’t accomplished anything yet. I feel like there should be something more, rather, that I should be something more. So I’m making some changes and I’m just going to do what I want to do. Stressing out doesn’t work. Trying to push things through, doesn’t work. I’m just going to be focused and relaxed and be the best Shenae that I can be.
And yes, I still look fabulous!
I don’t think chatting with someone online would be as bad as a first date. I was grossly wrong.
Me: hi
Douchebag: Hi baby
Me: You called me baby. I’m a little older. How are you?
Douchebag: I’m great and sober can u chat a while now?
Me: for a few minutes. where are you now?
Douchebag: wanna trade pics? ny
Me: no i’ve seen your pics on the [insert dating site.com here]
OFFLINE: Douchebag has signed out.
Me: well that was odd.
Just what the hell is going on? Is the entire dating pool tainted and very shallow?
It’s almost 9pm and I am starving…and tired. I was up at 7:30 this morning to get ready for the jam-packed day. I had an employee meeting for Retail Job and then off to work for Hotel Job. I haven’t eaten since this morning and I am sorry, skittles and a chocolate covered graham do not count. I need a meal, with some sort of large slab of meat, some carbs, and LOTS of alcohol.
I am unbelievably tired. I have two jobs…actually three jobs if you count grand jury duty. Well I count it because I get paid for it, I have to report to the courthouse every Friday, and since I am the secretary, I have to do some work. Anyhoo, I did not remember how hectic it was to work two jobs. What is funny is the last time I did this, I was in culinary school full time. No wonder I never slept. My fear is that I will answer the phone at one job with the greeting from the other job. But other than that, both are going well.
This has to be the happiest day I have had in eight years. It was worth standing in line to do the early vote. It was worth being chosen to serve grand jury duty for 18 months. I am so proud to be an American. We really turned it out. The voter turnout was huge and it’s because people woke up. We needed a change and we got one. Yes, it will be Obama in ‘09. It’s a celebration, bitches.
