tae-bo, mail and trivia
This morning as I was waking from my hazy sleep I felt Eric lean over to give me a kiss goodbye. I wiggled my head out from my pillow.
What am I getting for birthday week?
(I reached up, put my hand to his face, and pushed him away.)
Go to work. Go make Mommy some money so she can buy her sauce and watch her stories.
billy blanks beats me up
Shh! Listen! Do you hear that? That sort of high-pitched scream?
That’s my thighs.
i spill my guts out and billy blanks yells at me
Hold on. I need more coffee.
Okay. I’m ready now.
So the questions have been pouring in about my Tae Bo. First of all, I learned that it is Tae-Bo, not Tae Bo. Keep that in mind. Second, I just want you all to know that I moved on to the next level this morning.
The next level.
power pamie gets a wake-up call
I’ve had some people tell me to mix up my Tae Bo with some other types of exercise to get the best results from my workout routine. Well, I’m really wanting some flexibility and strength in my back, so last night I picked up two yoga tapes, as I was quite a bit bored with the one I have at home.
I got Power Yoga– Strength and Power Yoga– Flexibility.
my eating habits and my narcissism
I was fading fast last night at the end of my shift. I did one of those fall-asleep-holding-the-mouse-with-your-head-pointed-towards-the-monitor things. I got home, ate a quick dinner and promptly fell asleep on the couch. The phone rang– I had no idea what day it was. Eric came home– I had no idea what day it was. I only remember a few things. Eric moved me to the couch. Eric moved to the floor and I followed him and fell asleep on his arm. Eric moved me back to the couch and I fell asleep on his chest. He woke me up a couple of hours later, showed me the puddle of drool on his chest and then put me in bed. I slept for fourteen hours. I can’t believe how tired I was.
don’t know if i’ll be back again
I’m freaking out. I’m about to go on this big trip and I’m FREAKING out. I’m bad about this “getting ready to leave” part. I start questioning everything. Did I remember to do this? Did I remember to do that?
And of course, since it’s the last day, I remember all sorts of stuff that I meant to do that I haven’t. I need to get some resumes together, in case someone for some reason asks. You never know. I have to update my resume and then paste them onto my headshots. I have to do that clippy-cut thing because resumes are bigger than headshots (just a little info for those of you not in the acting world…)
I have to pack.
eric tries to convert me
Oh, the irony that is my life. The doctor’s office called yesterday. Everything is fine. No more pre-cancerous cells. Nothing to worry about. I just have a slight infection, take some medicine and I’ll be all cleared up.
Happy, happy, joy, joy, right?
we’re having spaghetti
Late posting– sorry. I’ve been training people all morning.
at least not for a few days
I love Eric.
I’m just saying that now. Getting it out of the way. I want him to read that, know that. I want him to know that I support him in all of his endeavors, and I wish him nothing but happiness and success in whatever he does and I hope he knows that I will always be there to love him and hold him and do anything he needs. He will always be my hero.