My life is never boring. It has kept me on my toes lately.
Tonsil stones, reactions, my eye freaking out, etc. My eye is back to normal.
(mostly) But other thing have stepped in to make sure I don’t have a normal
week. On Friday I looked so cute. (conceited I know) but I had my cute bright
blue pencil skirt on. The one from Benneton on Oxford St that I never wore
around the 14710, and paired with a cute white shirt I actually looked put
together. Thankfully I wore it on a Friday because at 2ish I went to the
bathroom and zipped my cute shirt in the zipper. I pull the zipper down to re-zip
and… it came off the track. Completely. The entire head of the zipper is bent
and the track isn’t going back in. So I have a pencil skirt with a
nonfunctioning zipper. Ok. Awesome. Thankfully by shirt was uber long and if I
left it untucked no one could see my cute undies. The zipper is slightly
important a pencil shirt considering it KEEPS THE SHIRT UP. I snuck to my desk
and pinged Crystal who is prepared for every life situation and had safety pins.
Phew. What was really fun was that I had to make it back to bathroom, and even
after I pinned it, I had leave my shirt untucked. Gah. So much for getting
dressed. (Picture a white tank that is hits my waist in the front, but has a
tail and swoops down to my hammies, untucked over a pencil skirt. Yup. Looked dumb)
Along the same lines… my dress that I wore to work today
makes me look pregnant. Not just a cute bump, but like a solid 4 months. It has
an awkward waistline… its not an empire waist, but its not at the hips either.
Its in the middle and it makes me look like Im hiding something. Of course I have
worn the dress 4 or 5 times now and just noticed today…
My name apparently means graceful. Haha. Every morning that I
wear a dress/skirt to work, I fall out of my car. I literally scan the
surrounding area before I get out. No matter what I do, my skirt is bunched up
or blowing badly in the wind. I hurry to fix it which is when I usually hit my
bag against my car and stumble in heels and have to catch myself. You think I would
be better at exiting a vehicle in a dress. You would think…
I had flag football last night. At 9:30. Argh. We lost
against a pretty good team and let me be completely honest… I didn’t care. All
of the guys did. They start getting all intense. (at the end of game they
decided we need to go back to getting there early to jog and go over things…. I
forget that it is the nfl that we are playing in) I don’t know why I am so
uncaring about the games. I am competitive. I like to win. Flag football I
could care less. But the real fun happened before the game, before I even
stepped on the field…
I parked my car and headed through the parking lot to the
field. Shortly after locking my car everything went downhill. I was looking
afar to the field and thinking “what color are we again? We are green right?
Wait no.. that is softball.” While I am thinking this Im scanning the sidelines
to see someone I know. I should probably mention that I am wearing my blue team
shirt. All I had to do is LOOK DOWN. But no. I continue scanning. Then I see a
crew of blue and think “Oh right. Duh we are blue” And right then, in the very
instant that I think “blue” I am in extreme pain. Everyone know those concrete
strips in parking lots that tell the driver “hey parking spot ending! Please
release your foot from the gas and apply the brakes!”?? Well I kicked one
because I wasn’t LOOKING DOWN. Oh my goodness it hurt. I was in public so I
just bent over and did the silent scream. Im so good at that. I take a moment
to examine the damage and notice that my nail is scrapped. Ok… that is a lot of
pain for that, but whatever.
I played the game and kept feeling my toe throb. Weird. I
need to rebuild my pain tolerance… this is pathetic. I woke up this morning and
the bottom knuckle is purple. Ahh… so the pain wasn’t from the nail. It hurts
to walk. I have to walk on the outside of my foot (which now hurts). It’s the same
pain that I had with my other toes. That sharp, on fire pain. Sigh. (important
tidbit that has been overlooked its my left foot, 2nd toe.) It
completely threw my outfit this morning. I was going to wear pants that require
heels (because they are so long) but I could get my toe in the heel without dying.
Tonight is softball…. Should be interesting.
Since P-Dogg wont come down and be my personal trainer, I
had to figure something else out! Thankfully my family has moved into “my”
house for 6 weeks or so. My aunt walks every night and whenever I am free I tag
along. She doenst “walk” by the way. It’s a canter and when you are done with
the 3.5 miles I am literally dripping with sweat. I love it. Having a buddy
helps. So much!
I have softball again tonight…. I don’t want to go. Just because
I kinda made a fool out of myself last time. I still firmly keep my stance on
the entire crap rule, but I probably could have done it with a little more
class… oops. And Im not throwing in to a cutoff when second base is 5 ft away
from me… and Willie Mays seemed to do ok catching with his glove down. It just
annoying that my team is so hardcore and they have no idea what they are
talking about. Im so good at keeping my mouth shut too… gah. I have to keep my
head on straight tonight and bat better. We shall see how fast I am with a
broken toe too…
So this is a rewrite of the original post that I wrote last
night. I shouldn’t blog when I am tired and have a throbbing toe. I still haven’t
had the best week this week. Still struggling honestly. Sitting in a cube all
day emailing people that they need to fix their crap, and then getting stupid
emails back is hitting me. Im supposed to be doing research, looking at art and
writing articles. I have been trying to not have a ¼ life crisis for two weeks
now. I think that is some of my problem with the sports… I don’t care, and I have
a temper (which I usually don’t have). Im still not where I really want to be
at, and Im getting impatient. (Patience is not one of my virtues.)
That is all I have today!
I miss you all. (and I miss the lake for some reason)
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