1. I need a hair cut.
Not so much for a change of style, but to improve the condition of my hair. It's getting kind of ratty on ends. For the new friends I've made, it's important to clarify that I damage the shit out of my hair on a regular basis. From the beginning of high school (nine years ago), I've dyed and bleached my hair countless times. And generally I'd grow it out, cut it off, donate it, and start all over again. I'm at the start all over again stage now. It's longer than it's been in awhile, and I like that, but the ends are getting kinda shitty. Time for a trim. "Hello, Hair Cuttery? Can you squeeze me in today?" HAHA. Scratch that, I'll get Angela or Susan to trim it up for me.
2. I went for a run last night. And it sounds so cool to say that.
I went to the gym and warmed up on the stationary bike while reading a magazine. I was doing near 140 rpms, but I'm pretty sure that's mild for me. So stationary bike for 10 and then I got on the treadmill. One thing I forgot to do was stretch, but maybe the stationary bike helped that. Here's the embarrassing part... I got on the treadmill and put on Big & Rich's song Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy (because what other songs do they even have?!) and started warming up with a little less than a power walk at around a 3.5 pace. I picked up the pace a bit (to a 4.0), but before I knew it, my power walking wasn't quick enough for me. I kept inching the pace up a notch until before I knew it, I was running at a 7.0 clip. Pretty damn cool.
3. My favorite mechanic is celebrating a birthday tomorrow.
And I'm going to bake something for him. I'm thinking ... well, actually I may not bake, that depends ... I'm thinking peanut butter pie, because I know he loves peanut butter. Those don't require baking. And boys like to eat; whenever we have sweets here at our office, or when we make a big lunch, they come over (the machanic, by the way, is next door to my office). It'll be a combination 'happy birthday' and 'I'm sure glad you're alive' cake. The 'I'm sure glad you're alive part' is because 1.) he takes care of my car for next to nothing and 2.) he just met eye to eye with a fast-moving 18-wheeler last week and is here to tell about it.
4. Against Me!
In a couple days I'm going to be standing in Common Grounds with quite possibly no one I know (yet! I'm optimistic I'll make a new friend), a beer in hand (because a PBR goes so deliciously well with Against Me!), listening to a band I so epicly love blow my mind the same way they did the last time I saw them (which was a few Fests -- and years -- ago.). It's going to be incredible. I'll probably walk out of Common Grounds in a half-glazed state of euphoria.
5. My Co-worker is ... well, you decide.
She got back from lunch today and, out of courtesy -- not because I really give a shit, I asked her how it was. Instead of telling me it was savory, or terrible, or whatever the hell word she thought would have described it, she burped for what seemed like an entire, continuous minute.
Not so much for a change of style, but to improve the condition of my hair. It's getting kind of ratty on ends. For the new friends I've made, it's important to clarify that I damage the shit out of my hair on a regular basis. From the beginning of high school (nine years ago), I've dyed and bleached my hair countless times. And generally I'd grow it out, cut it off, donate it, and start all over again. I'm at the start all over again stage now. It's longer than it's been in awhile, and I like that, but the ends are getting kinda shitty. Time for a trim. "Hello, Hair Cuttery? Can you squeeze me in today?" HAHA. Scratch that, I'll get Angela or Susan to trim it up for me.
2. I went for a run last night. And it sounds so cool to say that.
I went to the gym and warmed up on the stationary bike while reading a magazine. I was doing near 140 rpms, but I'm pretty sure that's mild for me. So stationary bike for 10 and then I got on the treadmill. One thing I forgot to do was stretch, but maybe the stationary bike helped that. Here's the embarrassing part... I got on the treadmill and put on Big & Rich's song Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy (because what other songs do they even have?!) and started warming up with a little less than a power walk at around a 3.5 pace. I picked up the pace a bit (to a 4.0), but before I knew it, my power walking wasn't quick enough for me. I kept inching the pace up a notch until before I knew it, I was running at a 7.0 clip. Pretty damn cool.
3. My favorite mechanic is celebrating a birthday tomorrow.
And I'm going to bake something for him. I'm thinking ... well, actually I may not bake, that depends ... I'm thinking peanut butter pie, because I know he loves peanut butter. Those don't require baking. And boys like to eat; whenever we have sweets here at our office, or when we make a big lunch, they come over (the machanic, by the way, is next door to my office). It'll be a combination 'happy birthday' and 'I'm sure glad you're alive' cake. The 'I'm sure glad you're alive part' is because 1.) he takes care of my car for next to nothing and 2.) he just met eye to eye with a fast-moving 18-wheeler last week and is here to tell about it.
4. Against Me!
In a couple days I'm going to be standing in Common Grounds with quite possibly no one I know (yet! I'm optimistic I'll make a new friend), a beer in hand (because a PBR goes so deliciously well with Against Me!), listening to a band I so epicly love blow my mind the same way they did the last time I saw them (which was a few Fests -- and years -- ago.). It's going to be incredible. I'll probably walk out of Common Grounds in a half-glazed state of euphoria.
5. My Co-worker is ... well, you decide.
She got back from lunch today and, out of courtesy -- not because I really give a shit, I asked her how it was. Instead of telling me it was savory, or terrible, or whatever the hell word she thought would have described it, she burped for what seemed like an entire, continuous minute.
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"I went for a run last night".
DO Big & Rich have other songs? I have no clue.
You coworker sounds lovely. At least it was a burp...
It's sooo embarrassing that I listened to that song. I don't even really like that much, I just found it easy to run to... or maybe I was running from it. That would make more sense.
She is quite ... lovely. And I should be grateful it was just a burp. At least she didn't shit herself. That would have been waaaay worse.
You sure do have a way of looking at the bright side.