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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

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I have exercised 141 minutes already this week, and my goal was like, 90 minutes I think. I was thinking baby steps, 30 min. 3X a week. Way too easy. So this month already that's about 10 miles. Some of those minutes are cool-down and stretching but my heart beat is still up so I figure they count. The boys were home tonight and it is nice and also frustrating to have them around while I work out.

My oldest is good for pointing out that my arms are not flapping quite as wide as they should, and my kicks aren't as high, so when he's around I do better. Then he does his kung fu 3 fingered push ups down on the floor where I'm trying to do side steps and whatnot, so I had a little fluster there where I figured I'd fall on them, because of course his little brother has to get down there too. There isn't really floor-space room for 3 bodies in this living room. Is tiny.

I was browsing around at other blogs and found this one lady who does hair and her hair is so shiny and long and dark and her bangs are so nice, all very similar to mine but somehow better, so I bet she knows some tricks, right? I think I need to get my roots done again. Or all-over color. It is winter so it's okay if I go as dark as my roots, right? I keep wavering between getting my hair colored by the lady that cuts my hair or doing my own color. I think last time I got some kind of kink in it somewhere because the color wasn't smooth from the roots to the ends, so I'm thinking with hair this long I really should just let Jen color it from now on.

Last night I didn't take a job subbing this morning for kindergarten and now I sort of wish I had. Nothing's popping up tonight. Better go to bed and then I can check at 1 am when I wake up from the accidentally fell off a ladder dream or the wake up convinced there are snakes on the chair next to my bed dream where I'm actually awake but seeing dream snakes, very annoying.

1 comment:

Winnie said...

I too suffer from the too little living room syndrome. It's like having a couch, loveseat, recliner and TV stuffed into a large tent.