Saturday was suppose to be the day we were all off the hook I hear. Shockingly, the world did not end at 6pm. Just before that time on Saturday night I was in dress rehearsal for the dance recital for the studio I teach at. The girls were all talking about the impending disaster, so I told them when they ran that last number to dance like it was the last time they were ever going to dance again.
Man were they pissed when they had to run it another time...
My quality television viewing of Kathy Lee and Hoda this morning confirmed my view that even though I didn't think the world was ending on Saturday, it is something that makes you stop and take stock of your life a little bit and think what you do with your time. It also a time to say ohh...S&*%...the world didn't end...now what.
1. I need to get back to the gym. TODAY. I have become ridiculously sedentary since starting school...turns out cellulite is NOT in season this summer...you know, these trends are always changing...I was apparently expecting jiggly thighs to be really IN this year...
2. I need to clean my room. Badly. It just has not been a priority...MFC told me my room looked like I was a hoarder. I think that may be a bad sign.
3. Speaking of hoarders....I KINDA want to be one of those women on 'Extreme Couponing'...It is like super organized hoarding. However, I don't want to have a basement stockpile of diet coke and hamburger helper....I want to just figure out how to buy fruits and veggies and good food for $2. Seriously...these people are insane!! Just watch it once. You will thank me.
4. I am still dying to get into the delivery room of one of my friends giving birth. The closest I came was sitting all day with a good friend of mine hoping that the shear exhaustion of labor would wear her down, she is my most modest friend...she just told me the other day that if she didn't have to have an emergency C-section she was going to let me stay...A week from Friday she is having her second child via scheduled c-section...I'm wondering if that is enough time to learn how to perform the surgery?
5. OK. I just did some research. I guess I cannot deliver her child...If you are looking for me I am taking a much needed break. I will be found singing at the top of my lungs in my house (mostly when my roommate is at work), sweating my jiggly bits off on the treadmill, enjoying my stupidly high maintenance coffee while reading magazines that tell me the same thing with different words and pictures every month...
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