Ps.

I finished

Complete fear.

That's what I have going into this weekend. Fear, and the excitement of sleeping in a big hotel bed... which could outweigh the fear.

Sitting downstairs while my family is getting dressed... slow process.

Luckily, everytime my parents come visit they bring me shiz of mine that they no longer want. I say they have no memories... and no filter. My mom this time brought me things like--old shampoo, tights from my senior year of cheerleading, an old bra, an old formal purse etc etc. Ridiculous. She needs an intervention on throwing stuff away.

Reaction formation. Reaction formation. Reaction formation.

Glad the fam could come! My sister and nephew will be meeting us there tomorrow. Pictures to follow!

That's the power of pinesol, baby.

Also to note... because I have not showered, and I cleaned my house last night (mopped, vacced, swept, dusted, etc (not in that order) I smell slightly of cleaning products covered by burberry weekend.

Daaammmnnnn I'm cute.

Ok, not exactly my words this morning (as I somehow lost time tweezing my eye brows and didn't have time to shower.) I'm not working ALL day and will shower around 2 so it's ok... just go with it.

Anyway, I did get dressed and think, huh, I look kinda cute today. Then I gave one final glance in the mirror and saw a water spot on my shirt. Good thing I noticed, at least it will dry before I get to work.... negative. Turns out... not a water spot. Perhaps it is facewash. Either way, it's not going anywhere and it is directly...on my bauble.

Bonus to being me? I love jackets and am cold all the time. I have at least 3 jackets in the back seat of my car and at least 2 in my office (now 3 as I brought a blazer today.) You maybe thinking, wait... don't you live in South Texas where it has not really ventured below 75 and it's the middle of NOVEMBER?? (That was said with extreme loudness as I am highly annoyed with this weather that some call perfect, and I call interrupting my jacket wearing ability and/or purchasing.)

Another annoyance--in this perfect 75 degree sunny weather... on Sunday, race day, there is a chance of rain and it's supposed to be even warmer!!! HUMIDITY ALERT. I was hoping to merely glisten during these 26.2 miles not sweat like when you're wearing silk and giving a presentation and are highly aware of pit stains.

I was hoping to end this post with "damn it feels good to be a gangsta" but alas... It's not good to be a gangsta if you have a stain on your shirt and all of your friends are laughing at you and probably going to beat you up later because you aren't showing pride in your affiliation. And then I'm going to have to probably rob a bank or a convenience store or something, and maybe off someone. TBD.

It can't be wrong...

When it feels so right.

Today at work we are having a "recipe exchange." What this means is that 2x a year everyone brings fattening delicious recipes and we feast for about 45 minutes. Yum. With our recent health conscious stride we encouraged people to either bring something healthy or to partner with someone else and one person make the fattening version and one person make the healthier version. Let me tell you... these people hate health. The amount of butter I've heard of in a majority of the recipes, along with condensed milk, is amazing crazy.

So what did I do to prepare? Other thank make a delicious cooking light recipe? I didn't eat breakfast. Is this sad? Prepared? Awesome? Maybe a little of all three? Another sad statement... yesterday on the way home I stopped at Taco Cabana and bought queso and tortillas and ate them for dinner. I really wanted to go to happy hour, but hubster had things to do. I'm not sure that counts for justification or not, but it's the truth.

So for the last week I just haven't been super hungry (except for queso). I've been on my meds for this cold/allergy madness and I think it's affecting my appetite. I'm not going to super complain except for the fact that I really like eating. I couldn't even finish my ONE roll on Monday night when we went for weekly sushi. Granted, we have had tortilla chips at work all week and I keep walking by and taking a handful... so it isn't that I'm not getting enough calories everyday, just not the good ones.

Chances of me eating a stick of butter and a lb of bacon today? Pretty high.

(concern. Spell check does not recognize "queso."

Did I mention I'm running a marathon?

... on Sunday. This Sunday. Four days away, Sunday.

Did I also mention that I've been sick for a week? I've been diligently taking my meds, resting, not running and today... because it still isn't gone, I went in for a steroids shot.

Don't link this information to the press. I could be disqualified for drug use in a professional event. So as to not let the authorities in on the information I will run at a slow speed and probably collapse--you know, just for effect.

Flying Robots

Ben was telling me that he was working on his blog.

AB--What are you blogging about?
BB--Flying Robots.
AB--Oh, right... I did that earlier, too.

Sometimes the amount of difference between us is astounding. Case in point.

I just found a stick of gum in my purse that I have no idea how old it is. I chewed it. So is the life of a simple woman.