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As you saw in my last post, J surprised me last night with Nickelback tickets. I'm ecstatic!! Nickelback, Breaking Benjamin, Shinedown, & Cavo. Uh-Mazing. Stoked doesn't quite describe it.

I am a lucky girl to have such a fabulous boyfriend. His main thrill is to make me smile. Good man. :o) I am an even luckier girl to have such an amazing mom. Every day I realize more and more how special our relationship is and how very rare it is to have such a great relationship. Every day should be mother's day. <3 Shout out to all my peeps that make me feel like a lucky gal - bf, family, and especially my good friends. Love!

Its been a long time since I could truly say I am happy. Even through my pouty "I'm too fat, I'm not good enough, boo-hoo for me" days I'm still happier than I was on my best day 3 or 4 years ago. It just really hit me last night how HAPPY I am. Life is grand.

Ok, enough of that sappy crap....

Work sucks, but I still appreciate my job and its still not anywhere close to the sucky suckerton suckfest that was Watco. This next month will make or break me but I have faith that through my hard work will come reward. Hope the reward is not just the 'satisfaction of a job well done' cause everyone knows that's crap without the $$CHING CHING$$ to back it up. So here's hoping for a very GREEN "pat on the back" in the near future. If not, I guess I'll settle for bragging/bitching rights. *wink*

That being said. I hope I make it through this next month or so and I DO a good job and don't mess up everything I touch my little hasty hands on... I will be doing everything at a frantic speed so here's praying I frantically do a super fantastic job and have little to no mistakes. Mostly I hope my boss doesn't have to worry when she gets back and will have no clean up to do! I also hope she doesn't come back with "Aunt Bee Syndrome" either. Maybe I'll save a couple issues and questions for her for when she gets back. You know, purely for her sake only. :)

There are a lot of "quotes" in this post. I "like" quotes. Especially in "inappropriate" places. Please feel free to add the finger "quote" motion wherever you read the " "s :) It's more fun that way. It always makes me think of Dr. Evil and the "laser beam". *Pause and finger motions for quotes* And that makes me think of sharks with freakin' lasers on their freakin' heads.

I'm getting my hair colored tonight. Black with red highlights. Not natural, Auburn red...like Elmo red. I'm excited and nervous. Should be fun.

I am in desperate need of a pedi. Maybe I'll go get one tomorrow...

Did I mention that I ran 3 MILES STRAIGHT yesterday??!? NO??? Well, I did!! I'm pretty excited about it...never ran 3 miles before. Just seeing it T-H-R-E-E-W-H-O-L-E-M-I-L-E-S...just looks like a lot. Maybe I'll do a 5K! That would be worth some serious bragging rights. Look out - pretty soon I'll have a string bean skinny runners physique! :)

Then I snap back to reality and remember the stupid, disgustingly-skinny, walking skeleton at bootcamp on Saturday saying she runs 14 miles at a time... *Evil Eye* Like that's normal...and go eat a cheeseburger and some chili cheese fries. Gah. Ok, I only don't like her cause J said she would be HOOOTTT if she gained 20 lbs. And I agree. Stupid hot girl who needs to eat a cheeseburger....

A cheeseburger sounds really good right now... Reeeed Robinnn. Yummmmmm. :)

Comments

Anonymous said…
:)

The " " 's make me smile...cause they make me think of Sid!!!

Mom
Max's Mommy said…
You are funny. Nickleback sucks.

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