Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Happy Hour Friday


Can you believe it is friday again? The weeks just seem to fly by these days, don't they?

Have you been watching the Olympics? I know some of you have because I've seen the tweets (umm yeah CBT, Doc, and Jay... I mean you). I've been watching in the evenings and really enjoying it. I guess one reason why I'm so in awe is because I am such a mediocre athlete. I played sports in school; volleyball, basketball, softball... but I was usually on the B team. Even when I got to the varsity team I was still not the best. You also have to take into consideration that I was at an all girl school with a graduating class of 48. I ran cross-country a couple years and did well in that. I wasn't the fastest, but I was in the top 5 or so. I can ice skate, but not well. I can kind of ski -- I like to think of myself as a Bunny Hill Master. I think one of my issues is that I am too laid back, too type B. I don't tend to stress about things in general, much less about being the "best" at something. Hubs is a very competitive athlete, as are his girls. I just don't have that drive, tho I admire people who do and occasionally wish I had a little of that 'oomph' in my step. If you know how to go about getting that be sure to let me know.

Today I was running, well trying to run, and my pants kept falling down. Not literally, but I kept having to hike them up. It was annoying. Finally I just said 'screw it' and went and bought some new work-out clothes. Shopping makes me happy.

Fourteen days until my vacation. Hallelujah. I've been using a tanning lotion on my legs so I hopefully won't blind anyone when I put on my bikini shorts. I just hope our cruise isn't full of young hooligans on spring break wreaking havoc on my vacation. Good GOD, not only am I my mother but I think I've turned into my father as well. Someone go get me a bowl of ice cream and a southern comfort manhattan with a twist and a cherry. Okay, unless you knew my dad you probably didn't get that, but it was funny dammit.

Well, I've been staring at my mac for a while now and I guess this is going to be it for tonight. Have a great happy hour. Don't forget to belly up to the bar and have a round on me.

Cheers y'all (that was for Ali)