Ironing Wound

Let this be a lesson to everyone! Ironing is not a game, it is dangerous!

I am now resigning from ironing. Blogger World, I will never iron another piece of clothing. I'm now a fan of the dry cleaners-for life. Today, some of my skin started peeling. It hurts. It hurts real bad!

Blind Date #2

So, my friends are pimping me out again. My old coworkers/friends are setting me up on a blind date with one of their coworkers. Earlier this week I was told about the blind date arrangement. Apparently, we’ll get along because he likes fried food and runs. I guess I can see it. I like cookies and attempt to run? Our bad eating habits and love for running must be the reason it will work.

This morning I was surprised to find an email from Blind Date #2. Actually, we are going to call him Fried Food Lover Who Runs. Seriously, that was the description I was given about the guy. By the way, just because I run or attempt to run doesn’t mean I will get along with every runner in the free world. I just wanted that noted.

Fried Food Lover Who Runs would like to go out on a lunch date, which is fine. I’m pretty open to lunch dates. As you know, I just eat with my Lunch Partners at work. A lunch date would be a nice change from the normal Lunch Partners discussion on coupons and fat/calories in Yoplait Yogurt.

I’m ok with going out with Fried Food Lover Who Runs, but I’m having a hard time responding to his email. He was pretty witty in his email. I’m a witty girl, but am I a witty girl if you don’t know me? Probably not. The Cousin has volunteered to proof read my email before I hit the magical Send button. You know, this whole blind date business is very stressful. This is why I couldn’t do eHarmoney. I couldn’t handle the stress of coming up with cute/witty emails every time someone emails me!

Soooo that's a new one

The past five years I have witnessed many things at Jazzercise. I’ve seen women with no rhythm semi-dance. I’ve seen grandma’s get down to Usher and Justin Timberlake. I have even seen husbands come to class and be better “Jazzercisers” than their wives. Surprisingly, I’ve seen that last point more than once. As a seasoned Jazzerciser, I feel like I’ve seen it all.

Last night, class was like most nights. I was standing in my same spot, near my same Jazzercise friends, and wearing my same tennis shoes. It was a typical class. We were almost done with our heavy cardio song when it happened. The lady in front of me took off her shirt. I’ve never seen anyone take off their shirt at Jazzercise, but I have worked out in enough gyms and ran enough races to know this is common. However, what was underneath the lady’s shirt was a bit uncommon. When she took off her shirt, she reveled to everyone that she was wearing a Speedo swimsuit. At this point a couple things went through my mind:

1) So she hasn’t done laundry and thought a Speedo swimsuit would suffice.
2) She’s planning to go swimming after class?
3) She’s proud of her new Speedo?
4) She’s hot and wants to shed clothes?
5) A new fashion trend with Jazzercise?

I suppose all these things could have been reasoning for sporting a swimsuit in Jazzercise. I really have no clue. All I know is I was in the middle of an attitude when I witnessed the lady in front of me strip to her Speedo. Folks, Jazzercise is never boring.

Stupid Moments by OK Chick

Blogger World, every once in a while OK Chick has not-so brilliant moments. For instance, in the past 12 hours, I’ve had not one, but two stupid moments. Let’s start with the first stupid moment….

Last night I made a quick stop to my local grocery store. There were a few great coupon items I wanted to purchase. After I gathered all my coupons, I opened the door to exit my car. As I opened the car door, my car alarm went off. I’m talking a blaring siren that people in China could hear, headlights flashing, wind shield wipers going strong alarm! I immediately shut the door and tried to get the alarm to stop. I tried everything- pushing the Panic button, starting the car, reversing in the parking spot, but nothing worked. As I fumbled with my keys I quickly glanced up to see everyone in the parking lot staring at me. I don’t blame them for staring, I’d stare too. After all they were witnessing a girl sitting inside her own car, with the car alarm going off-loudly. I would qualify that as pretty funny. However, the girl sitting in the car, that’s me, didn’t find any of it funny. It took three minute, which felt like eternality, to shut off the alarm! Not one of my finer moments, but whatever. I shut the alarm off, and was still able to buy my three boxes of General Mills cereal- for a total of $3.00!

The second stupid moment happened this morning…

After my two mile run, quick shower, make-up/hair fix it was time to get dressed for work. I decided to wear my new fashionable belt, which I’m sure no one at work will notice I’m wearing. My new belt has a pretty dark blue color in it, so I decided to pair it with cropped khaki pants and a dark blue summer sweater. The only problem was this wonderful outfit is my khaki pants needed to be ironed. I quickly ran into another room to set up the iron/iron board. After the iron had heated I began to iron. I was almost done with the last leg of my pants, when I became distracted for two seconds. I don’t know what distracted me, but something caused me to take my eyes off my pants and the iron. In the two second distraction, I ironed the top of my hand. Yup, you read right. I missed the pants and ironed the top of my hand. Sadly, this isn’t the first time this incident has happened. I have many scars on the top of my hands from ironing. Currently, my new ironing wound is white and puffed up. By far, the worse ironing wound I’ve ever had!

Today could be a looooong day.

Gray Hair???

I’m 28 years old. I have no stress in my life. I don’t have screaming kids running around my house, a dog pooping in the living room, and a husband gripping about my recent trips to Ann Taylor Loft and Starbucks. My life is pretty much stress-less, which yes, stress-less is a word I just made up…deal with it.
Well you can imagine my surprise, when in San Francisco I noticed a few gray hairs on my head! Yes, gray hairs! At first I thought it was time to visit my trusty eye doctor, because my eyes MUST being going bad, or maybe the lighting in the bathroom was bad, OR maybe the gray hairs are really blonde. It’s a fact that in the summer my hair turns lighter. Yes, there’s no way I have gray hairs, it must be one of those things. Still, Saturday night in our fancy hotel bathroom I inspected the gray; I mean blonde hairs in the fancy super-up-close hotel mirror. Blogger World, it appears I am getting old, because I have gray hairs. Multiple gray hairs! Do you realize I’m going to have a full head of gray hair before I have a decent date? Folks, please excuse me, I need to call my hair lady for a color appointment.

JKLM Dinner

Last night I had dinner with The Roommate, The Roommate’s Husband, and MrT. As I was scurrying around in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner, The Roommate noticed a Hula Hoop against the living room wall. This summer I have rediscovered the Hula Hoop. When The Cousin was in town, earlier this summer, Sister #1, The Cousin, and I taught her son to Hula Hoop. After a weekend of Hula Hoop lessons, I realized the Hula Hoop had done a number on my abs. So this summer I have been Hula Hooping while watching TV. Sure, I might look goofy, but no one will be laughing when I have rock hard abs!

The Roommate picked up my Hula Hoop to show us her Hula Hooping skills, which are very little. However, it did give us a good laugh. I would love to describe to you The Roommate’s Hula Hooping method, so you could get a laugh but it’s beyond words. After The Roommate failed at Hula Hooping, MrT decided he would take a crack at the childhood toy. Folks, MrT’s Hula Hooping about made me wet my pants. It was one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed! His body did this hip thrusting convulsion thing that made the Hula Hoop turn in record speed. Then he started walking around the living room, while Hula Hooping, telling us he and his cousin used to Hula Hoop all the time. He said they would walk up and down the street while Hula Hooping. I made the comment that they had to be the coolest kids on the block. But with all that said, MrT did manage to keep the Hula Hoop going so I guess he is in fact- a Hula Hooper. Of course, no one could compare to my mad Hula Hooping skills. All the summer practice has done wonders for me because I was the best Hula Hooper out of the group. It was a proud moment for me!

I’m sure when I started this post it had some grand point, but right now I can’t think of the point I was trying to make. Soooo I guess now, I just want it noted that I can Hula Hoop better than my friends!

We are family--still

Blogger World, my family and I made it back in one piece; and we still love each other! The dreaded car ride wasn’t too bad. Of course, at first I thought the car ride was going to be horrible. My parents, who sat in the backseat, were loudly directing Sister #1 on how to maneuver through Hometown, USA. This was super important because it’s not like Sister #1 and I have ever lived in Hometown, USA; all of our life. And it’s not like we have ever driven to Dallas; only a dozen times! Really, it was imperative that my parents give Sister #1 directions from the backseat. But despite our rocky beginning, the rest of the road trip was perfect. The Sisters and I did not have to sit next to each other, which illuminated the touching; and I did not have any car sick flare ups. My parents decided to sit in the back with Sister #2, but don’t worry…. my dad stayed awake the entire time to make sure we didn’t get lost.

Our fancy hotel ended up being very fancy. We stayed at The Four Seasons. The pool was super nice. Also, they had these people who came around to put towels on your chair, so you didn't have to lie on the nice cushioned chairs.
BUT, my favorite part of the hotel was the gym. It was hands down the best gym! They have personal TVs (with cable) in front of all treadmills, ellipticals, and stair steppers. I ran while watching The Food Network, and then I did the elliptical while watching Monk. They also had a huge indoor pool where The Sisters and I swam multiple laps. When we were finished swimming laps they had fancy soft robs for us to wear. After we were done swimming we decided to head back to our room, while wearing our robes. Yes, The Sisters and I marched through the beautiful swanky lobby in robes and flip flops, and yes, the lobby was super busy. I’m pretty sure it was illegal with The Four Seasons but we really didn’t care. Other than that one redneck moment, we were on our best behavior at the fancy hotel.