Random Ramblings, Dos Dias
3/20/13
It is going to be one of those days-the one of many that my hair has decided to tickle my face incessantly. I shall trap it, then. It will be trapped in a bun and stabbed with a pencil. Nothing personal, Hair, but you’re being too much of a nag for me to deal with you today.
3/21/13
I had a seriously extreme debate in my head this morning. It involved my arguing in my head with three different alarms, and whether or not I would actually get up to go to yoga at 6:30am. Two of the alarms were in the other room, forcing me to get out of bed twice in order to turn them off. One would think this would be enough to KEEP me out of bed, but it wasn’t. I stayed up too late last night. It was an enjoyable evening, but yoga sure does come quickly in the morning! When I finally DID decide I should get out of bed for real, I literally had 15 minutes to get ready. In “girl world”, this is the equivalent of 5 seconds. It’d been a long time since I’d shaved my legs so dang fast in the shower! But I did it, and I managed to make it to yoga. If anyone has a trophy they could give me, I think I would definitely take it. Then again, it’s pretty sad how long it took me to get up. So, never mind. You can keep your trophy; I didn’t earn it. I WILL, however, happily receive a pat on the back. Oh, Thank you…thank you so much.
At this very moment, the office smells like freshly baked bread. How is this possible? Considering there are no ovens here, nor are there bread-making machines. I assume someone has used the microwave to make something that involves bread, and that certain someone is surely evil. Just sayin…
It is going to be one of those days-the one of many that my hair has decided to tickle my face incessantly. I shall trap it, then. It will be trapped in a bun and stabbed with a pencil. Nothing personal, Hair, but you’re being too much of a nag for me to deal with you today.
3/21/13
I had a seriously extreme debate in my head this morning. It involved my arguing in my head with three different alarms, and whether or not I would actually get up to go to yoga at 6:30am. Two of the alarms were in the other room, forcing me to get out of bed twice in order to turn them off. One would think this would be enough to KEEP me out of bed, but it wasn’t. I stayed up too late last night. It was an enjoyable evening, but yoga sure does come quickly in the morning! When I finally DID decide I should get out of bed for real, I literally had 15 minutes to get ready. In “girl world”, this is the equivalent of 5 seconds. It’d been a long time since I’d shaved my legs so dang fast in the shower! But I did it, and I managed to make it to yoga. If anyone has a trophy they could give me, I think I would definitely take it. Then again, it’s pretty sad how long it took me to get up. So, never mind. You can keep your trophy; I didn’t earn it. I WILL, however, happily receive a pat on the back. Oh, Thank you…thank you so much.
At this very moment, the office smells like freshly baked bread. How is this possible? Considering there are no ovens here, nor are there bread-making machines. I assume someone has used the microwave to make something that involves bread, and that certain someone is surely evil. Just sayin…