Tuesday Randomness


Besides the fact that typing abilities seem to be on the blink right now, another Tuesday has arrived! Before I go ice myself down here is the randomness that is fit to publish.

  • I completely forgot how good it feels to sweat during a workout! While I would love to see results already, I am happy so far with the commitment I have made to myself.
  • A guy in the gym yesterday was either really trying to push himself on intervals on the elliptical or he was wanting to see if he could flip the machine over.
  • I am the youngest in my 5:30am water aerobics class. . .but hey, I like the class, it helps my joints and I am completely exhausted/exhilarated once I finish.
  • Yesterday was Monday and I was bouncing off the walls all day at work, why thank you water aerobics for this neat side effect!
  • No matter how many times I am shown how to use (and actually use them) those machines I manage to screw up adjusting them. Oh well, I will figure it out at some point.
  • I am still too chicken to go ahead and try the beginners spin class, I know, I know, just do it!
  • I drank 71 ozs of water yesterday, somewhere an angel got his wings because of this.
  • A neighbor must have a hummingbird feeder, I am now visited by them all the time!
  • Thank God the Steelers game was not shown here Sunday, I am still seething with the results of the game. A loss? To the Ravens? That is so wrong!
  • At least Ole Miss won, I won’t talk about Georgia, I have lost faith.
  • My dislike for Tennessee grows with each FB posting. . . let’s see the posts once they actually play an SEC team (to my LSU friends, Geux Tigers!)
  • Wookie has taken the art of napping to a new level, oh to have his life!
  • Heading to Nashville this weekend for the Ole Miss/Vandy game AND Nordstrom’s is opening. Must find time to visit!
  • While I am looking forward to the weight dropping off between the eating less and exercising, I am more excited about the prospect of my boobs getting smaller again. Let’s just say I don’t really like the small cleavage I have . . .
  • I have baby showers galore coming up, I need to stock up on diapers so I can make diaper cakes (I can be crafty and my friends get a useful gift!).
  • I need to remember to pack earlier on Thursday, last time I packed around midnight and when I got to Nashville realized that I had plenty of comfy clothes but nothing really appropriate for actually going out. . .
  • I finally got my letter for Pottermore, yes I am a dork, yes I am having trouble figuring the ins and outs of the site but I am in! If you are in, leave me your screen name there. . .
  • I just realized I am one step away from being that person talking about fan fiction. . .
  • Is it Friday yet?
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Author:

What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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