I'm an average girl in my mid 20's living in Chicago. My life is pretty normal except I always find myself in situations and I can't really explain it, you will just have to read for yourself. You may find yourself in a similar predicament and you will know what to do... or what not to do in some cases. Regardless, I hope these accounts pass the time in the way that only blogs can. var _gaq = _gaq || []; _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-20702590-1']); _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']); (function() { var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true; ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 'https://ssl' : 'http://www') + '.google-analytics.com/ga.js'; var s = document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(ga, s); })();
I have been enduring the painful fitness program of Jillian Micheals this past month and a half, and although I have been feeling great about my strength and energy, I have noticed that my pants have been getting increasingly tighter. At first I didn't understand what was going on, and how all of my sweat and tears were not producing results, but then I started to connect the dots.
There is a specific move called 'fast feet' where basically you bend over half way, step side to side very quickly and shake what your mamma gave ya. I always hated this move not realizing this was just a small part of Jillian's master plan to build up my back side. Nate has always been very supportive but after seeing that particular move, as well as the multiple lunges, squats and leg lifts I realized he has been extra supportive of this particular fitness venture of mine.
I was never built like Beyonce, I have never filled out a pair of jeans in in the way you want to, I've suffered from 'white girl bum' syndrome for some time. However I recently realized I am moving away from Anna Paquin and fast approaching the Kardashian shape.
This whole endeavor was recently solidified by two specific events. I was walking back from a manicure and picked up my phone to call my sister. As I put the droid to my ear a very strapping black man walked by me and after I passed I heard him say "I wish I was on the other line". Yesterday a homeless man followed me for 3 blocks singing "if loving you is wrong then I don't want to be right" and lets just say from his gestures and tone I could tell he was not talking about my personality.
I can proudly say that I have gone up a jean size because I have been working out diligently, although I am sad to see some of my old jeans go, I am happy to embrace my new demographic of admirers. I have to say they are much more vocal in their enthusiasm for my craftsmanship than my past followers and I am liking it.
My appointment was as a Chambery but my photo ID still said Trippett, this blew the doorman's mind resulting in a very strange visitors pass...I believe this is my final sign... I need to retire my NY licence.. see you soon IL DMV
I am not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed of what I did this morning….
So on the amtrack at 7:30am from GR back to Chi there were two women who sat behind me and proceeded to talk as if they were in their living room. I listened for 45 minutes about how an ex boyfriend started texting and then the new girlfriend found out and called and told her to ‘stay away from my man’, how she was abandoned by her father when she was 3yrs old and how he continued to disappoint her throughout her life. I listened to how she does not know if she can get pregnant and how her mom is bipolar and is on suicide watch, I listened and listened until I couldn’t listen any more.
I poked my head over my chair and politely asked “do either of you have headphones that I can borrow?” One girl replied “No I’m sorry I don’t, oh are we are we talking too loud?”, “Not at all” I responded “I just feel bad that I’m listening to your personal conversation, I don’t know either of you but yet I know about your ex boyfriends, health issues and family dynamics, I just feel bad hearing something I probably shouldn’t so I figured I’d ask, but all good”
… I didn’t hear a peep the rest of the ride and slept in peace.
Isn't it every girls dream is to snuggle up to your snoring husband, after some nighttime reading, only for him to say "Wait who is this?!?!?"... Lesson learned
This morning before I head to work I filled my camelbak with ice and water, I usually refill it about 5 times in a day... please look carefully at the bottom of the bottle...where one if my refrigerator magnets is laying... I literally just noticed it