Whoo Hoo, it’s my birthday! Okay, it’s actually a few days past my birthday, but technically it’s still within 7 days, so it’s my birthday WEEK. I’m not really feeling celebratory but what else can I do? You either have a birthday, or die. Doesn’t it seem like there should be a third option? A “stall” year or two?
Whatever. I got up Wednesday morning and decided to do something different on my SPECIAL day, so I went to the gym. There’s something I don’t do every day! Or apparently ever. Yes, JD got us gym memberships for Christmas and Wednesday was the first day I’d been ALL YEAR. I told the girl working the counter that I had been waiting for the New Year’s crowd to taper off. I had my choice of machines, so I guess it worked. I ran/walked a mile, then rode a bike for 2. Not bad for someone who is now older and fatter than old, fat Elvis.
After working out, I came home and showered, then went to CPS for some birthday cake. Thank goodness, otherwise I might have lost a half pound! Later, JD and Moon took me to the High for the Dream Cars exhibit, then we went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner. As if that wasn’t enough fun, we went to the Apple Store so I could buy a Nike Fuel Band which is something you wear that tells you how many steps you take each day, how many calories you burn, etc. I asked if there was a cheap version that only used double digits, but no such luck.
Do you see us? We’re right there!
THEN we went to Macy’s and I bought a cocktail dress because I’m fancy and am going to a party next week. Nothing says Happy Birthday like having your daughter fight to zip you into a size OMG party dress.
The party continued on Thursday when me and the Church Ladies met at Keekle’s house for dinner. If I had only thought to record the dinner conversation, I’m pretty sure I would have had a viral video on my hands. Of course, the other ladies would have killed me so I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy my fame very long. Is there anything better than old friends getting together and laughing themselves silly?
I was supposed to play bridge on Friday, but since my partner fell through, I decided to work. Ugh. Are we going to a three day work week or what? What has Obama been doing all this time? The good news is that while I was on the computer “working”, I noticed Miranda Lambert is going to be in concert next month and JD and I decided to go ahead and get tickets.
This is Moon upon hearing that we got her a ticket, too.
Saturday, I sat around the house and did nothing, which was WONDERFUL. Then JD and I watched the GA/SC game which was not. If watching JD’s team lose in the final few seconds wasn’t bad enough, I had to watch Tennessee get creamed the entire game. I love my Vols, but it was tough to watch our quarterback get sacked over and over again. At least no one expected us to win, so YAY for low expectations.
Because we’re totally holy, we went to church on Sunday, then I played tennis and lost. Again. Maybe I ought to give that whole low expectations a try.
And now I’m all set for a week of WORK. Or not. I’ve been with my company 17 years, and where I’m concerned, they’ve got LOW expectations down to a science.
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I expect a blog more than once a week are my expectations too high.