Bad Days...

I’ve had a bad day, taken one down, sing a sad song just turn it around, something something something…

Kristy left this weekend. I didn’t think I’d actually be sad to see her go – I mean, obviously we enjoyed having her stay with us – but I didn’t think I would feel as sad as I did.

It started by shutting the door after she left, I turned to Justin and gave him a hug. Then he followed up with, “Okay, well, I’m going upstairs to watch TV, later.”

And I just stood there, watching him walk up the stairs, and thought, “Who am I going to watch television with now?”

Kristy is WAY ADDICTED to Law and Order, and in our short time together (three months), I became slightly addicted to the SVU and CI versions of the series. And Sunday, as I’m flipping through the channels, trying to find something to watch, I come across a marathon of SVU, AND FELT NOTHING.

It was sad, truly. I can’t even watch Law and Order without her now.

And the true test will be if I can even remember to tune into Project Runway tonight, another group favorite.

I mean, who else am I going to fail miserably with when attempting another run at “The Crunch Dance Party?”

So I’ve talked about with Justin, and we’ve decided we need a roommate. I just can’t go on living like this. It’s been three days now, and it’s horrible.

We’re currently taking applications. The room and board will be cheap – we’ll even barter. Thanks.

The intriguing weekend

I guess that I had a fairly productive weekend. I mean, I sat around a lot, worked out a little, and saw some fairly interesting things.

Interesting thing #1:
I was getting my hair cut on Saturday (and maybe my hair colored… which by the way, I accidentally went blond… whoops!) and this little girl was sitting next to me with her mom. Her mom had some fried out blond hair, will have skin cancer by the age of 40, and was wearing too much makeup.

The daughter? Well, she had the most gorgeous brunette hair, was eight years old, and getting platinum blond highlights for the first time. I was so pissed off. I mean, I guess ultimately it is the mother’s decision to do that to her daughter, but geez, wait until she is in middle school, not when she just completed the second grade.

Interesting thing #2:
This guy at Kirbey Lane South looked like my granddad. Probably not that interesting, but I thought so J

Interesting thing #3:
Mexican Vanilla ice cream and the fat free/sugar free yogurt version at Amy’s Ice Cream is about the same. Maybe not as creamy, but still dang good.

Interesting thing #4:
Matrix Three isn’t as bad as people told me was (cough cough, my husband). I mean the almost grotesque use of “g-dang” is borderline ridiculous, but take that out (and this weird nipple scene) and it isn’t half bad ;)

Interesting thing #5:
The Crunch Dance Party workout video confirmed what I already knew: I am not capable of any type of dance moves. I stopped after twenty minutes and did pilates instead. It made me feel better.


Anyways, I have a headache and I’m about to go to bed! Night!

Fire Drill

I just came to the realization I am horribly out of shape, and it could mortally wound me.

In the event of a fire at my office building downtown, it appears I would make it down 25 flights of stairs just fine. Then walking to the safe place, I may spontaneously begin twitching my legs, and if standing for long periods of time, collapse.

I didn’t get to the third element of that doomsday scenario, but I met the first two.

Piss.

note to self: I do not recover from falls well

Well, it's about 11 a.m. and I'm at home. I went home sick from work because those little "stumbles" I took rollerblading have knocked me on my ass, except it is painful to sit on said ass.

Instead, I'm working at the counter standing up, or laying down on my bed with my bum in the air.

It's still hilarious, and I don't want anyone to be like, "Oh Jenni, I'm sorry you fell." Rather, I prefer, "OMG Jenni, you are such a dumbass."

Luckily, people at work have been adhering to my request, making the situation even more humorous.

Except, it hurts to laugh.

I'm not ten anymore.

So Justin and I bought rollerblades today.

And about two feet from the house I almost flipped my feet up over my head. Instead, I landed on my back from mid air and killed my butt and lower back. Like I trooper, I got back up and did well for another ten minutes. Then, in front of our neighbor I did it freakin' again!!! Except this time I landed on my side and bloodied up my thigh.

So, I hope I make it to work tomorrow, because the soreness is starting to set in, and that isn't a good thing.

In conclusion, don't assume that because you were a badass on rollerblades at ten you still are at 24. Because, you aren't.

Oh high school body, where did you go?

I like my hair today. I colored it two days ago and no one noticed, which is what I was going for. I was sporting this two-toned thing, trying to grow out my hair in an effort to never color it again. I quickly realized (well, after a year) that this was taking longer than I had hoped.

So, taking a chance, I ventured to HEB in hopes of finding something close to my natural hair color, or slightly darker because it will totally fade.

After coloring it, I stepped out of the shower and noticed my hair had a tinge of red, it freaked me out, but turns out it was just bad lighting. Anyways, I think this summer I’ll start doing the “return to my roots” – i.e. blond highlights. My goal is to be fit and tan and cute by the summer.

Step 1: Resume South Beach Diet. I started Tuesday and I already feel like I have lost weight. Wee. I’m not even going to weigh myself, just see how much better my clothing looks on me.

Step 2: Purchase Rollerblades at Academy this evening and beginning rollerblading every evening, subject to weather. Justin hates running, biking, etc. and he has settled on rollerblading. Interestingly enough, at the age of 10, I developed, coordinated, and implemented (haha… sounds pretty PRish already) a neighborhood Olympics, and rollerblading to music was one of the events. Needless to say, I won.

Step 3: Lay out. I swear, I just look skinnier when I’m not pale. I haven’t been out in the sun for two years, so it’s time to make a resurgence.

Step 4: Actually stick with Steps 1-3 for longer than two months.

Wish me luck!