Tanner and I are participating in a half marathon run next Saturday and I'm getting nervous as hell. I'm starting to doubt my training, my body, my mind, my shoes, pretty much everything. I hate being out of my comfort zone, but that's when we accomplish the big stuff, right? I feel like quitting, but I won't. I'll be glad I did it and, at the same time, glad it's over.
Why is it on a day when I have only 10 things to accomplish in a workday, I accomplish 8 of them; but when I get to work and people are out of the office and I need to work on their stuff and mine I do it all and then some?
I was visited at work by a friend from home yesterday. It's weird having people from my outside life come into my professional life. I'm not sure if I like them being separate or if I would like them to merge more often. I'm leaning toward enjoying them separately.
It seems like the radio stations are playing the same songs over and over again. Sometimes I feel like I've put my life on repeat along with it. I enjoy certain things for awhile then I'm ready to move on to something new, but not until I've obsessed and milked the experience for all it's worth.
A few people from my past (I'm talking over a decade ago) have been reappearing. It seems like we change so much, but don't really change at all.
I'm THAT person, the one that thinks my friends are looking older, but I feel like I look the same. I'm not so ignorant that I don't realize I'm looking older too, I just don't notice.
My body is 30 but my mind feels like I'm a sharp 19. I'm still learning so much and having alot of fun in my life. Still, I have to admit, keeping up on the slang is challenging. For example, last week I was getting alot of calls and texts at the same time and I said, "who the hell is blowing up my phone?" My brother-in-law kindly asked me to never ever say that phrase ever again. I hate having uncool moments. Speaking of, is black eyeliner still cool to be used on your lower lid? I really need to know.
I pulled out my winter clothes last weekend and put them in my closet. I realized that I must have been obsessed with purple and black last year. Time to add some color, but not the apricot/mustard colored crap I've been seeing everywhere. Yuck. Maybe more RED.
Why do older people feel compelled to tell you how lazy their sister is during a business meeting or how their son's college tuition is bleeding them dry? Call a friend.
Cleavage in the workplace makes me angry. A big billowing front-butt hanging out of a camisole makes me want to go to the Goodwill during my lunch and buy them an XL turtleneck. I understand if a person's shirt hangs down a little when they bend over, allowing a peek into the shirt, but when a person is walking down the hallway and their tits are shaking out of their shirt . . . it's just inappropriate. I do, however, LOVE to see minimal cleavage outside of the workplace. Especially on small busted broads. It's so feminine and pretty without being trashy.
Last, I wonder if kids these days appreciate a good mullet and where it originated. I'm so glad 80's Hair Bands are extinct, but it was good times.
2 comments:
I'm not real sure about black eyeliner. I've always worn brown because of my hair color. Black makes me look like a raccoon.
Mullets were never cool. Whoever invented them needs serious help.
It's funny you talk about looking older. I think I look the same. I just saw a guy I went to high school with who has gray hair and looks WAY older. It shocked me. So now I'm wondering if I DO look older then I think.
I must be out of the cool loop too, because I also say 'blowing up my phone'. Cool or not, I refuse to let it go... not yet. :)
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