Three things Thursday (but it's actually about Wednesday)

Three things about my Wednesday:


1
I got my Legos!

Legos are for kids of all ages!

I got home late yesterday, and this package was waiting for me. It was already past my bedtime, but I just wanted to stay up and play. Even Pippi was asleep by the time I got in bed.


2
I did an hour spin class in a regular bra because when I packed my gym bag, I grabbed the wrong pile of clothes, and the one I grabbed didn't have a sports bra in it. I was so looking forward to this class, so there was no way I was going to let it stop me. Do I recommend an hour-long spin class in a regular bra? Nope. Nope, I don't. The ladies kept trying to escape. It was like a horror movie.

3
This is a random one. But, I've decided something. Bridesmaids dresses. They're always horrible. Always. I came upon this "revelation" because my cousin is getting married later this year and my SIL is in the wedding, and there's so much talk about the dresses. "Oh but I don't look good in strapless" and "How could she pick a bridesmaid that's pregnant? The horror!" and also "That's such a horrible color on me." I have huge reservations about all the stress and hullabaloo that surrounds getting married as it is. Why would people want to put themselves through bridesmaid-dress-choosing hell? I've pretty much decided that when I get married I'm having one bridesmaid (my best friend) and she can pick whatever the hell dress she wants to wear and BAM, problem solved. Of course I have a strong desire to elope if the day ever comes, but that's beside the point.

It's like the Easter Bunny threw up.

Have you ever been a bridesmaid in a dress that you didn't hate? (If so, I need a picture!)

If you're married and you had bridesmaids, how did you choose the dress, and do you still like it, looking back?

And I don't even know if it's that they're all bad or if it's the whole everyone-wearing-matching-dresses-that-never-look-the-same-on-everyone that makes them all seem awful. Any thoughts on the subject?

Have your boobs ever been the stars of a horror movie?

Three (ridiculous) things Thursday

I'm feeling a bit unimaginative today. My imaginator is broken, if you will. And so, three randomly ridiculous things for your enjoyment.

1. This gem is hanging in the hallway at work.
   
   
   
   I don't know whose idea it was to hang this up, but it disturbs me. It haunts me in my sleep. I see a woman with cookie monster's hands breast-feeding a baby. Anyone else? I have to see this thing every time I go to my office from the bathroom, the kitchen, the front door...I must find a way to make it die!
   
   
2. The "p" word for vomit is my most hated word ever in the history of the world.
   Almost 18 years ago, my half brother was born (to my dad and stepmom). As he began to grow up and learned to tal, he realized that, by saying certain things, he could get out of doing things he was told to do. At the time, my stepmom had a herniated disc in her back and the phrase, "my back hurts" was a common one around the house. I actually think this may have been my half brother's first sentence.
   
   For some reason, we always had to treat this kid like he had just chugged an entire 2-liter of soda. If you did anything remotely "rough" with him, he would spew. Grossest. Thing. Ever. I mean, even play chasing him was illegal, unless you enjoyed cleaning up the aftermath. Also, if he started choking on food or coughing at all, he would barf. The word my stepmom always used to refer to it was the "p" word. Here, I'll spell it backwards: ekup. Now imagine a little kid in a cute little voice saying that he has to ekup. Over. And over. And over (and then doing it each time). I've officially reached my lifetime limit. Call it yakking, call it barfing, call it anything you want as long as it's not the 4-letter word beginning with the letter "p".
   
   
3. This made me laugh out loud.
   
   
   
   ...mainly because this time it's not my dog who made the fluffy mess.

Happee Thirzdae

Three things thursday

I'm totally stealing Kara's idea with this post, mainly because it's been busy at work. And, well, also because I've been a lazy blogger.

1.  I HATE meetings. With all the passion that I can muster, I wish meetings would die. If I could afford it, I'd totally hire someone to go to meetings in my place and report back to me all the highlights.
   
   Today we're having a meeting, which my boss is calling a "forum". (We're fancy pants up in the Marketing department.) I also have an "audio conference" which is during lunchtime. This is the second Thursday in a row that I am hating. Anyhow, back to the forum. We had a meeting yesterday to discuss the goings-on at this forum and it turns out I will be playing a role in the presenting. This gives me great levels of anxiety, which means by the time I get home tonight after my workout, I'm going to be exhausted (and too tired to read more of The Hunger Games and I'm right at an exciting part!). The forum isn't until this afternoon, so I have almost an entire day to dwell on it. Yippee!

   

   If I was in charge.

   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
2.  I can't stand strong perfume or cologne. I'm pretty sure the point of perfume is to make YOU smell a certain way. I shouldn't be able to smell it as I'm walking down a hallway that you walked down ten minutes ago. Also, please don't come into my office stinking up the place with your sprayed-on scent/poison. I have to work in there. Emails are way less intrusive and way less stinky. Also, it is not necessary to put on the junk before going to the gym. In order to run, I must be able to breathe. If your BO is that bad, you should probably shower more instead.
   
   
   
   
3. Long fingernails make me sick to my stomach. I have no idea why. If a guy has nails longer than mine (and I keep mine really short), I can't stand looking at his hands. I think when women have long nails, I get the impression that they're dirty. (Whether they are or not). I grew my fingernails out for my friend's wedding and I just couldn't stand it. They always felt dirty. There just can't be a way to always get clean under there. I ended up cutting them before the big day. When someone has nails long enough to "tap" when typing, it hurts me. And long toenails? Oh god, don't even get me started. So disgusting!
   
   

   

   Ewwww! WHHYYYYY!!

And now, on a much nicer note, Kari is having a giveaway of Click! Please don't enter because I need to win this one for my Saturday morning long runs :)

One of the prerequisites to win is to take a before and an after picture of your workout. Since I didn't have anyone to take pictures for me, mine are of the shoulders up, which I know isn't as fun. Sorry folks.

I was way sweatier after my run, but then I did some strength sets, so I cooled off a little bit. I didn't realize how red my face gets after I workout.

Do you have strong feelings about meetings, long fingernails and toenails, and stinky perfume?