One, to dye my hair.
Two, to post something, anything, on this ol' blog.
Well, 9:00 rolled around, and Joey is finally down until sometime in the single-digit morning, and I'm pooped.
That means hair dying is most assuredly out for the evening.
Dying your hair while exhausted (especially when you use the reddest, stainy-est shade that I fancy) is a very silly thing to do. Sort of like singing karaoke when you've had a few too many drinks
Karaoke, by the way,
is on the very top
"Things I'm Terrified Of"
I'm seriously, seriously
afraid of singing in front of people.
It sounds like torture.
Spelling outloud is second on that list.
Or like buying pants a size too small thinking that they will fit in a few weeks... very silly.
For a brief moment I considered just crawling into bed after my shower and calling it a night. But then I decided that if I went to sleep without accomplishing either of my very small goals, I would feel pretty pathetic.
Here I am.
I discovered a few things this afternoon.
1. I'm clumsy.
2. I'm tough.
3. It is probably time for a new pair of gym pants.
This afternoon I was running around Downtown Everett, doing my little work-out thing, and my foot caught my pant leg. Without any warning I was falling quickly toward the pavement. I hit both my knees, my palms and then rolled to my back.
That's when I realized I'm clumsy... and also when I discovered that it might be time to move to a smaller pair of pants (Note that I did not pre-buy smaller pants, that, as we have already discussed, would have been very silly).
I realized I was tough when I jumped right up, smiled to my running partner (yes, I was running with someone who witnessed the whole thing) and continued my workout (which I will tell you included 45 jumps up onto a 20 inch box. I feel like such a stud!).
I now have knees like a seven-year old. I had planned to wear a skirt this weekend while hosting not one, but two parties - one baby shower and one 50th birthday - on the same day, but I may have to reconsider. I'm pretty sure scabby knees are not on the summer's hottest trends list.
I have several other stories that have been in my head to tell you this past week, but it is just so tricky to get to the computer with energy and creativity to communicate the things I want to.
I hope you understand. And I hope that changes in the next few months.
Until then, I will leave you with the oddest conversation of the week:
Aunt Gwyneth: Your face looks so thin!
Me, in my head: Oh, I like where this is going!
Aunt Gwyneth: So thin! Have you been throwing up a lot?
Me, in my head: What?
Me, outloud: Throwing up?
Me: Um, no. But I have been working out.
Me, in my head: I guess I better start wearing make-up again.
Please, tell me, when you see that someone's face has thinned out, is your first thought, "Have they been throwing up?"
I would really like to know.