I'm taking a quick break from cleaning my incredibly messy--as in, hasn't been reorganized since I moved an entire apartment's worth of boxes into it--room to write a quick post before I leave for Sin City tomorrow morning. And by "write a quick post," what I really mean is "post a few bullet points," because if you could see the sad state of my room or the empty state of my suitcase, you'd agree that now's no time for full paragraphs:
- I admitted the following to Sean this past weekend and it almost killed him, so hold on to your britches: I really like Britney Spears. I think she's pretty, I'm glad she's not crazy anymore (I was rooting for her the whole time), and I very much enjoy Jazzercising and singing along to all of her catchy tunes.
- Yes, Jazzercising. I've been doing it at 8AM every morning with at least 15 other middle-aged women since the middle of June, and now I can lift my boyfriend off the ground, recognize current pop songs when they come on in bars, and squat all the way through Will Smith's "Miami."
- Last night I watched The Boy in the Striped Pajamas and gosh was it fantastic. Also sad (duh!) and full of adorable little kids!
- I got a new cell phone and a new cell service provider yesterday, which means that I can now send text messages and make calls from within my house! Unfortunately, I'm not used to using a slide out phone with a full keyboard, so really I guess my cellular communication capabilities haven't improved all that much.
- I'm going to see Cirque du Soleil's LOVE show on Thursday night. Ask Sean to say "Cirque du Soleil" for you some time.
- I'm having In-And-Out Burger for lunch tomorrow, what about you?
- My momma's birthday is on Sunday and we're having copy-cat (meaning we're making it at home) Cheesecake Factory Carrot Cake Cheesecake in her honor.
- I'm going to be ten pounds heavier by next Monday, which can only mean one thing--MORE JAZZERCISE!
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2 comments:
reading your blog makes me feel like such a schlub... mostly on account of i can't wake up before 10am, nor drag myself to the gym that is literally .2 miles away from my house and open 24 hours. but i will drive the .3 miles to mrs. curl's ice cream!
Don't let me fool you! Have I mentioned the two hours I spent at a buffet in Vegas? Or the pint of cake mix ice cream that I made and then ate (in one sitting!)? Or the half-bottles of wine I drank almost every other weekend this summer? Jazzercise doesn't even begin to make up for that kind of gluttony.
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