So I put my hands up

They're playin' my song... the butterflies fly away.

Oh Miley Ray how I want to despise that song, but find myself loving it. I know, judge me if you will, but it's damn catchy. Noddin' my head like yeah. Movin' my hips like yeah.

I mean, it makes a girl and her husband want to car dance. even if he is dancing to make fun of me.

SO I have my first injury of the training season. And by first, i mean it started hurting 2 weeks ago, but I didn't do anything about it until this week. I went to see Dr. Z on Tuesday and will go again this Friday. He is a miracle worker. I truly believe it. He does ART therapy and though it hurts like whoa, it also hurts so good... but also makes your muscles tired and sore. I literally thought I had bruises all over me yesterday--turns out no.

Anyway, I went to yoga last night at my Y (that I've been debating joining for like 1.5 years and am about to give in and do it. I went to the yoga class to see if it was worth it--it was.) I figured I needed some good slow stretching. I'm sure that this is the case, but my shoulders are sore now. Appar I need some upper body strength. Then this morning I had track and I was only able to complete 4 rounds of practice--not 5. I just couldn't do it. My leg/back hurts. It's tired from being worked on and I don't want to over do it for Saturday--20 miles!!!

Ps. I just said 20 miles.

It's a party in the USA.

Kaboom!

So, sometimes I like to clean--obsessively. Sometimes it's because it's "spring cleaning" and sometimes it's because I'm neurotic it's Friday. When I get like this I could clean one section of house for hours. A clean house makes me feel productive, good about myself, and like I just got 90% off an amazing dress.

Today I decided I would tackle the bathroom. I used to think, "Oh tile shower--beautiful!" Now I think, "I hate you tile. I hope you will rot and die. Why oh Why do you have grout?" We were out of shower cleaner (except some all natural stuff that totally doesn't work) and so I went to heaven Target. I was standing there staring at all of the options before me. I was hoping for a pen thing that I could take up and down the grout to get it amazingly clean. Negative. Then, a light shone down from heaven on a new product-- kaboom foam tastic! Holy amazingtown. This stuff is awesome. I like it not only because it comes out as a blue foam, but because it really works! My grout looks awesome! I did scrub it a couple of times but whoa. I'm sure I've killed some brain cells (because then I tried to Hitler myself and sprayed some clorox on top of it.)

I've also done laundry, dusted, swept, swiffered, vacuumed, changed the sheets, and gone shopping.

Such is the life of me.

I desire

This dress.

For my upcoming 30th bday/friends wedding I would like to feel lovely and spectacular. I feel that this dress would make all of those events come true. If only someone could lower the price to like $50 that would be great. Or hey, just take $100 off and we will call it a deal.

I love a good dress. You know, those items in your closet that you know are good pieces that were worth the money?

If I didn't have such expensive great taste this wouldn't matter. I'd be perfectly content with a ho hum dress. But it's my birthday. I mentioned previously, and Nancy agrees, that birthdays are a big deal!

I don't think I ACTUALLY realized until yesterday that this is the month of my 30th bday. I mean, I've been talking about how I'm almost 30 for about a year and now it's true. It hit me sometime last night when I was doing my domestic duties and catching up on tv shows I missed this week doing the laundry. I stopped and paused and wondered what I had done with my life. Then I proceeded to get into bed at 10:30 like any youngster would do. I think that this weird feeling will come and go for a while. I mean, 30. Old.

I'm a bachelorette

My husband has left me until Monday for a bachelor party.  So I am LIVING IT UP.  Last night I caught up on TV that I have missed this week--ANTM, Glee, and the Office.  I also had 2 glasses of wine, took an ambien and went to sleep.  I know.  Calm down!  Stop your crazy ways.

Tonights plans include--catching up on more TV--Brothers and Sisters, SVU, and maybe some Grey's.  I'm not sure about the last one though because it makes me cry EVERY TIME.  I also have on the agenda to do laundry, sweep, mop, dust, change the sheets.  Basically, my life is what every person should envy.  It's filled with luxury and couch sitting when Ben is away.  I'm running 10 miles tomorrow and then will pedicure myself and begin the search for my perfect 30th birthday a dress for a wedding. 

This wedding is going to be fazmatastic and the main characters are people whom I adore.  However, I do expect a gifty from my mate.  I asked last night before he made his trek to east texas (and got there at 1 am.  We spoke on the phone and I fell asleep in the middle.  oops.) anywho..... I asked if he would like for me to create him a list of possible gift options--you know as a starting block.  He said, "No, not right now."  Um, TIME IS DWINDLING FOR YOU TO FIND THE PERFECT GIFT.  You only have 22 days left 4 of which I will be out of town (frolicking in san fran). 

You may be saying, but isn't a trip to San Francisco enough?  Well, yes it is.  However, I love presents and so I need something to be wrapped and presented to me.  I know I'm needy.  I blame my parents who taught us that birthdays are a big deal.  Yah, blame them--then go buy me something or send a card. 

I'm sweet.  Really, I am.

The smell of wine and cheap perfume.

So last night I went to the Journey concert with some friends--much fun. Who knew that a tiny asian man could impersonate Steve Perry so well. Where did they find that guy? Does he have an accent in real life (I didn't ever hear him talk)? When he started singing was he like, someday I hope to sing like Steve and then make all white people love me?

Because here are some things I learned from last night and a gross generalization of other things white people like. (please note that these things are based on my belief that white people love journey because of Don't Stop Believin'.) (Which is fabulous when remade by the cast members of Glee as well).

1. I do not know as many Journey songs as I had previously believed. I think I could sing about 4-5 songs with extreme knowledge. The others I clapped a long to.
2. I felt the entire audience kind of fell into this category.
3. I thought it was weird that when lead singer guy walked down near the crowd he had a body guard. Is he that popular? Is that necessary?
5. Other things we like--we love to sway to songs. There was a whole crowd of swayers in there last night.
4. White people love happy hour or "getting coffee." (which we did prior to the concert)
5. We love a theme party. (which we planned while in said concert)
6. We love Journey. Especially D.S.B (what are street light people, anyway? Is that some sort of disorder where you believe that street lights are actually people? Is it the governments way of watching you? Or do you have a disorder where you think people look like streetlights and you get confused and wonder why you can't read under them?)
7. We like camping and trail running. (also talked about)
8. Dawson's Creek. (not discussed, but I have great fondness for the creek.)
9. Celebrity gossip. (no comment necessary.)
10. We LOVE a dance movie/show (center stage anyone?) (this was discussed after me talking about the movie Fame and how I want to take dance lessons. One of my friends said she needs to take hip hop classes for her maybe someday future wedding in which she'll need to have perfected the robot.) (I offered to be their back up dancer.)

I'm not saying that these things are bad, but lets be honest, they are mostly true. I also feel that Journey would be greatly enhanced by a tambourine player. I'm going to turn in my resume next week. I'll tell them that we can discuss it over coffee or happy hour.

I'm gonna live foreva...

So this weekend held an amazing event for me--I went to see Fame. I love a dance movie. They move me--especially when kids from restrictive homes (either rule oriented or financially speaking) are able to excel based on their talents. Damn I want some talents!!! Seriously, I see these singing and dancing movies and think to myself--Self, what the hell have you done with your life? NOTHING. You've done nothing. You have not performed in one single graduation show. You do not know how to tap dance. You did not take arts classes and go out with Karen Walker to a karaoke bar. NOTHING. All you did was go to college and grad school and get a job. lame. So I came home and began my search for dance classes. This will more easily launch me into the public eye I'm sure. In no time I'll be on Broadway--or off Broadway in some sort of Austin community theater--but not official community theater--more like a neighborhood association performance of Best in Show or something. I'll probably perform the dance from Little Ms. Sunshine. Or maybe something a bit more hip hoppy. TBD

I know I mentioned about getting to go to San Fran (SO EXCITED) but I didn't mention the devastating news... this will be my 2nd trip to SF. BOTH TIMES my loverly friend Cate will be absent even though she lives there! The first time she was in Austin and this time in Atlanta. How can I have such poor timing? Well, not me really. It's more the Nike Women's Marathon. Blame them. Just a thought--but I think they should give me a jet. That way I could always go visit friendlies.

In other news... both my sis and bil have h1n1--that's swine flu for all of you out there who do not watch tv, listen to the radio, talk to anyone, read, or get direct messages from God. I'm not going to lie... that I kind of hoped for this one for myself. I mean, not really, but everyone knows how much I love an obscure illness. I guess I DID get shingles in May, so I have that. I think shingles trump swine flue because I had to purchase valtrex and you only have to purchase tamiflu and drink your fluids.

Going to the Journey concert tonight. Maybe I'll get asked to be a back up dancer.

Last Resort (ish)

So, I've mentioned 2.zillion times that my face is breaking out--not in an adult who is almost 30 and only has one blemish ever once in a while kind of way. It's in a I'm 12 going on 13 and I'm about to have a HUGE SURGE of hormones kind of way='s not attractive and makes me sad. I use nice face products, switched to super natural (and purchased at my dermatologists office) make up (glo-minerals) and still--awfulness. I'm not sure if maybe I have just go to a non involved derm? I've gone 2x. Once I saw the PA and then once the doc. Neither of them got up in my face as I felt that they should have done. They simply sat across from me and gave me creams (one of which made me break out in a rash--awesome.)

I feel unattractive. So, today I made an appointment to get a facial. I just can't keep doing what I'm doing. I'm a healthy and active person who all of a sudden has bad skin. I know that this isn't going to fix things, but maybe it can jump start things? Or maybe they can scrape my face off and give me a new one? I'm ok with that. I hate that I have to spend money ono this. I'm sure it will be relaxing. I'm sure it will be great. I just need 5.3 bagillion dollars and new skin.