Don't Look

So not sure if it was just natural curiosity or good old fashioned narcissism but...I watched my video.

Oh. My. God.

First, sorry that stinkin video is SO long! Who the hell posts an 18 minute video blog? I had nooooo clue! I was just running my mouth. That's something I do well - talking has never been a problem for me. But how could I talk for that long about nothing? Bor-ing! So if you sat through it, I owe you big time. And I heart you.

And oh my gosh, can I not sit still? I'm hoping that was just nerves. Surely I don't figet that much in real life. Right? Because if I do, I may need to see a doctor about getting on some Adderall or whatever wonder drug they're pushing for hyper activity.

I won't even get started on that voice. Or those facial expressions.

But I can't say I'll never video blog again...in fact, I'm thinking of creating an entire series of videos. That way I can be come an internet sensation when people discover the perfect party game. It's easy, just take a shot every time I say "um".

I'm A Star

Big Mouth *ss

I have a big mouth!

I just can't help it - I have the hardest time not speaking my mind. And I try, I really try, to be diplomatic but sometimes that need to say what I'm thinking overrides my sensibility.

And so I shared some opinions today in a meeting that I probably shouldn't have shared and I said some things that I probably shouldn't have said. And I'm not even really sure what I said exactly because I was having this internal dialogue and all I could hear was the voice in my head saying "Shut up! SHUT UP!  SHUT THE F#*& UP!" and yet...my mouth just kept on going.

*Sigh

So what can I do? Except stand behind the fact that I'm opinionated and vocal. No backing down, right?  Geez.

I need a Dr. Pepper...

TBT

I'm SO glad there was no facebook or twitter or instagram when I was young. Not that we didn't document some of the crazy things we did, but at least those things were only seen by a few close friends. And the photo guy at WalMart.

And years later they could be quietly tucked away and forgotten about, much like these photos I found last night.


Photos from the summer I spent in DC. Man, those pictures brought back some great memories. Have to say was one of the best summers I have ever had.  And not just because it fun, although it was fun.

So here's a TBT photo that I wouldn't share on facebook or twitter. Although, I'm not sure sharing them here is really any different. Except that there are only like two people who ever read this old blog...so I guess I'm pretty safe.

Aww, the good ol dancing days...me in my natural element. First one on the floor, last one off. When I was young and fun, anyway.

And that shirt really did cover my belly - I promise. But when you're fat and flailing around on a dance floor that kind of stuff happens. Attractive, I know.

But hey, I was having fun and could care less - this chubby chick has always enjoyed shakin it on the dance floor. And my shirt rolling up was just a by product of having a good time. So ignore the gut hanging out. Instead focus on the pervy old guy behind me. That's honestly the best part of the picture anyway. So funny!

So here's to the good times serving as a dancing queen...

Twist & Shout

That's exactly what I'm doing this morning - shouting in pain every time I twist.  I'll be fine and then I'll move just right (or wrong) and it feels like I'm being stabbed in multiple places along my back. It hurts sooo bad.

But only for a minute.

And I am old and out of shape, but I'm really blaming hubby for this one because I spent all weekend on my hands and knees. Oh my God, you pervert!  Not like that! I was scrubbing a kitchen floor.

Yeah, I put Cinderella to shame this weekend with all the cleaning and scrubbing I did. And I keep trying to figure out how that happens since I hate manual labor. Haaaate it. Love the sense of accomplishment afterwards, hate doing the actual work.

And yet I've spent an alarming large portion of the last few years on my hands and knees scrubbing floors, washing windows, and cleaning toilet bowels. How?  How did this happen? Totally not the glamor-filled life I had planned for myself. That life included breakfast in bed, drinks by the pool and a staff of about 12 half-naked men to take care of my every need. Wait...maybe I'm confusing that with the Cosmo article I just read...

Anyway, after all the cleaning I painted the tile grout.  Which, by the way, is a great solution if you ever have a tiled floor that starts to look dingy. But, you have to do it by hand with a toothbrush so it's really, really tedious. And you spend a lot of time hunched over on your knees.

Hence, the bum back. 

So I'm rockin the heat pad today. And flat (okay, it's a small heel, which is like flat for me) shoes. Nothing to make you feel more middle aged than that...I almost wore my glasses, just for good measure but I had to retain some dignity. If that's possible while wearing a heat pad...

Smile Bigger

So I ran in to the store for my daily dose of addiction (that's a completely different post) and as I was waiting for this older guy in front of me to fill up his cup, he glanced back at me. So I smiled. He completely stopped what he was doing, turns to me and says "Thank you. Thank you for smiling." Then he kind of shook his head and said "No one smiles anymore." 

It took me by surprise so I laughed and told him I smiled all the time and he told me I should, that I had a great smile. Obviously, he hadn't looked very close because he missed the fact that I have an enormous overbite now. 

But I could tell he meant it in a completely genuine way - not that my smile was great, but that he was just so grateful that someone extended a little courtesy smile to him. Like he was just so eager for a little polite small talk.

So I kept chatting with him. He told me his birthday is next week and  he was about to be a grandfather. He was so excited about the baby, I could tell he wanted everyone to know. Even some random girl in a convenience store. 

Then as he was about to leave he said "You take care, sunshine." That happens to be my favorite term of endearment.  Which is kind of ironic because no one I have ever dated has called me that. The closest I've ever gotten was the guy that referred to me as "sweetheart".  Which I loved.  Until I realized that he only called me that as a measure to ensure he wouldn't accidently say the wrong name.

The whole exchange put me in such a good mood because I honestly felt that I just made his day. By doing nothing more than smiling. And it totally wasn't creepy or weird - like he wasn't sleazy or anything. He just seemed like some guy that was maybe a little lonely. 

Good reminder how the little things can sometimes mean so much...

It's A Bird, It's A Plane...

Finally made it back to the gym today. 

That statement totally makes it sound like I really work out. Which I don't. Really what I should say is I finally made it back to that place where I shuffle around on a treadmill watching other people really working out.

And this is kinda mean but today the chick next to me whipped around on her treadmill and made a big production of running backwards. The two other ladies jumped off their treadmill to come over and watch. It was really kinda impressive but since I'm catty and jealous I was concentrating on my own work out,  I pretended I didn't notice.

Then she shot across the room.

Not all the way across, because some equipment slowed her down, but far enough that I could tell she needed some practice on her flying technique. I know that happens when you show off like an idiot it was embarrassing so I didn't practice discretion as she picked herself up.

But I don't feel too bad because I'm pretty sure I caught her sneaking a peak at my stomach jiggling, so it all kinda evens out...