Before we get into this post, can we just talk about how much I laughed when I realize someone searched “bitched motivation” to get to my blog? What?
And yeah… my sort of Britney moment. Just sort of. I took my last long commute down to Jaime’s to take the dogs out and feed them one last time, pack up, and head back to my little home in the ‘burbs. The sky looked more threatening than I would have liked, so I tried to pack up as much as possible before jumping in the shower. After showering, I realized my mistake. I had set out my clothes, but forgot one key part- my underwear. At this point there was not much to do. It was already rainy. I was in a towel. Commando it is. Damnit.
Now I don’t know about you- but I just hate going commando. I really really do. It’s not that I’m trying to sound like a prude, but it’s just a weird feeling I do not appreciate. I like that extra little shield that keeps me from the rest of the world. Thanks. It was also a little stressful because the jeans I chose to put on were my favorites that are probably five or six years old. With holes and worn areas everywhere. And there hasn’t been a wear out in the butt yet- but it’s coming.
“Well it’s ok, I’m just going home. Not a big deal,” I thought to myself. I kissed Hazel and Princess good-bye and was on my way. And then the dreaded storm they had been talking about all day came. Of course it would. Right when I start my trip. By the time I was a few miles out, I knew I needed to call for backup. Screw the rain, I’m running into Trader Joe’s and getting a bottle of wine.
Crap. It’s just me in my jeans. Literally. The entire time I was in Trader Joe’s, I was freaking out. Because with my luck, this would be the time my pants split and I accidently show my goodies to all the employees of TJ’s that keep coming up to me and asking if I’m finding everything ok. AAAAAHHHHH…. Can I stress how little I enjoy going commando?
Either way, I made it home. I opened that bottle. And I finally got to sleep in my own bed again!
Sleep…. ahhhhh. Sleep… until 7:00. Waking up at 5:10 for the last two weeks for work has ruined me. And I’m bitter about it.
“Pancakes!” I thought. Seeing people make them all week made me uber hungry for them, so I got up and went straight to the kitchen. 
Helloooooo pancake mix.
Oh wait… you require milk? CRAP. My refrigerator is still practically empty from being gone for so long! But I really want pancakes… what to do…what to do….
The grocery store is amazingly empty at 7:15 in the morning. Just sayin’.
Milk? Check. Looks from the employees wondering why the hell I’m here with all the senior citizens (I was really throwing off the age curve by being in that store at that given time). Check.
Pancakes? Check!!!! 
Come to mama…. Sadly, my eyes were a little bigger than my stomach on this one and I gave up a little over half way through. But I missed my almond butter and chocolate combo… mmmm…. decadence. I really don’t know why I always think I can eat a massive amount of sweetness like this. It never fails. Because I’ll always try. However, I enjoyed every drop of that coffee. I’ve been attempting to kick the coffee habit at work because I always add a little creamer, and I really only like dairy creamer. After much thought, I’m really not cool with that nondairy stuff in a plastic shot that’s been sitting around for god knows how long….
Now that I’ve had a huge dessert for breakfast and my stomach is FULL, I’ve gotta get rolling. Literally. Because of my lack of Exercise TV, I haven’t done yoga for two weeks. So that’s getting hit up along with unpacking. All while I spend time waiting around for the delivery guys who have my new sofa. Hopefully, this delivery will go a little smoother than the disaster a few weeks ago . Crossing the fingers…
Ciao!
Before we get into this post, can we just talk about how much I laughed when I realize someone searched “bitched motivation” to get to my blog? What?
And yeah… my sort of Britney moment. Just sort of. I took my last long commute down to Jaime’s to take the dogs out and feed them one last time, pack up, and head back to my little home in the ‘burbs. The sky looked more threatening than I would have liked, so I tried to pack up as much as possible before jumping in the shower. After showering, I realized my mistake. I had set out my clothes, but forgot one key part- my underwear. At this point there was not much to do. It was already rainy. I was in a towel. Commando it is. Damnit.
Now I don’t know about you- but I just hate going commando. I really really do. It’s not that I’m trying to sound like a prude, but it’s just a weird feeling I do not appreciate. I like that extra little shield that keeps me from the rest of the world. Thanks. It was also a little stressful because the jeans I chose to put on were my favorites that are probably five or six years old. With holes and worn areas everywhere. And there hasn’t been a wear out in the butt yet- but it’s coming.
“Well it’s ok, I’m just going home. Not a big deal,” I thought to myself. I kissed Hazel and Princess good-bye and was on my way. And then the dreaded storm they had been talking about all day came. Of course it would. Right when I start my trip. By the time I was a few miles out, I knew I needed to call for backup. Screw the rain, I’m running into Trader Joe’s and getting a bottle of wine.
Crap. It’s just me in my jeans. Literally. The entire time I was in Trader Joe’s, I was freaking out. Because with my luck, this would be the time my pants split and I accidently show my goodies to all the employees of TJ’s that keep coming up to me and asking if I’m finding everything ok. AAAAAHHHHH…. Can I stress how little I enjoy going commando?
Either way, I made it home. I opened that bottle. And I finally got to sleep in my own bed again!
Sleep…. ahhhhh. Sleep… until 7:00. Waking up at 5:10 for the last two weeks for work has ruined me. And I’m bitter about it.
“Pancakes!” I thought. Seeing people make them all week made me uber hungry for them, so I got up and went straight to the kitchen.
Helloooooo pancake mix.
Oh wait… you require milk? CRAP. My refrigerator is still practically empty from being gone for so long! But I really want pancakes… what to do…what to do….
The grocery store is amazingly empty at 7:15 in the morning. Just sayin’.
Milk? Check. Looks from the employees wondering why the hell I’m here with all the senior citizens (I was really throwing off the age curve by being in that store at that given time). Check.
Pancakes? Check!!!!
Come to mama…. Sadly, my eyes were a little bigger than my stomach on this one and I gave up a little over half way through. But I missed my almond butter and chocolate combo… mmmm…. decadence. I really don’t know why I always think I can eat a massive amount of sweetness like this. It never fails. Because I’ll always try. However, I enjoyed every drop of that coffee. I’ve been attempting to kick the coffee habit at work because I always add a little creamer, and I really only like dairy creamer. After much thought, I’m really not cool with that nondairy stuff in a plastic shot that’s been sitting around for god knows how long….
Now that I’ve had a huge dessert for breakfast and my stomach is FULL, I’ve gotta get rolling. Literally. Because of my lack of Exercise TV, I haven’t done yoga for two weeks. So that’s getting hit up along with unpacking. All while I spend time waiting around for the delivery guys who have my new sofa. Hopefully, this delivery will go a little smoother than the disaster a few weeks ago . Crossing the fingers…
Ciao!