SPEK-U-LAY-SHUN
1.) I feel guilty for laughing my ass off at "Idiocracy". I laughed and laughed and laughed until I thought I was going to pee in my pants. Oh, how we howled. Purple rubber flacid phallics that smack windshields make me twitter.
2.) I was recently gifted some 'beach house' soap from www.sisteragnes.com - oh my dear lord, I think it has crack in it. It's a complete nostalgia smell - smells like sand, sunscreen, and reminds me of being on the beach in Florida with my dad and brother when I was itty bitty. I LOVES it. Buy some for yourself.
3.) I am 8 days a way from 6 MONTHS of sobriety. Seems like no time at all, now. I thought that I might like to have a glass of wine until I read the beginning of this blog. Yeah, I don't EVER want to feel like that, again.
4.) I bought my tickets today, HALLELUJAH! (and a light shone down from heaven). My last day of work will be a month from tomorrow.
5.) I need a new bike. I have to pedal twice as much because my bike keeps slipping out of first gear. Wah, poor me, I know. Yeah, if that's the worst of it, I need to "SHUT THE HELL UP!"
6.) I can't stop thinking about what I want to do when I go home!
a.) Get a manicure and pedicure/eyebrow wax - gimme a break, I look like Chewbacca, here.
b.) Eat at Guy's subs.
c.) Find some AWESOME workout videos.
d.) Buy supplies for my SUPER new TEACHING job!
e.) Buy some capri pants/long shorts.
f.) WORK OUT.
g.) DRIVE MY CAR - as in, Baby you can...
h.) Not worry about gossip.
i.) EAT VEGETABLES cheaply.
j.) Go somewhere and not know a single soul.
7.) I am still working on finding a new location, where the goblins cannot find me. It's ALL about the password protection, ain't it?
8.) That's what I told her! <--- That is my favorite way to insert my way into the conversation.
9.) Dear Little Miss Power Play. YOU FAILED. My butt was covered. In wool. And flame retardant pants. That is all.
Jane says: I am not your blowing wind, I am the lightning.
2.) I was recently gifted some 'beach house' soap from www.sisteragnes.com - oh my dear lord, I think it has crack in it. It's a complete nostalgia smell - smells like sand, sunscreen, and reminds me of being on the beach in Florida with my dad and brother when I was itty bitty. I LOVES it. Buy some for yourself.
3.) I am 8 days a way from 6 MONTHS of sobriety. Seems like no time at all, now. I thought that I might like to have a glass of wine until I read the beginning of this blog. Yeah, I don't EVER want to feel like that, again.
4.) I bought my tickets today, HALLELUJAH! (and a light shone down from heaven). My last day of work will be a month from tomorrow.
5.) I need a new bike. I have to pedal twice as much because my bike keeps slipping out of first gear. Wah, poor me, I know. Yeah, if that's the worst of it, I need to "SHUT THE HELL UP!"
6.) I can't stop thinking about what I want to do when I go home!
a.) Get a manicure and pedicure/eyebrow wax - gimme a break, I look like Chewbacca, here.
b.) Eat at Guy's subs.
c.) Find some AWESOME workout videos.
d.) Buy supplies for my SUPER new TEACHING job!
e.) Buy some capri pants/long shorts.
f.) WORK OUT.
g.) DRIVE MY CAR - as in, Baby you can...
h.) Not worry about gossip.
i.) EAT VEGETABLES cheaply.
j.) Go somewhere and not know a single soul.
7.) I am still working on finding a new location, where the goblins cannot find me. It's ALL about the password protection, ain't it?
8.) That's what I told her! <--- That is my favorite way to insert my way into the conversation.
9.) Dear Little Miss Power Play. YOU FAILED. My butt was covered. In wool. And flame retardant pants. That is all.
Jane says: I am not your blowing wind, I am the lightning.
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