And the countdown begins….. I’ll be 30 in like three weeks. How insane is that? Okay, I guess not that insane because everyone gets older. I just still don’t even know what I want to be when I grow up. I really need to bust ass and get my teaching certification done. I’m so bad about making myself do anything remotely school related. Ugh.
So, back to the birthday. I really haven’t given it any thought. Isn’t that terrible? I should at least want to go eat dinner somewhere. Or go see some strippers. Something. I don’t have any desire. I don’t have anything cute to wear and I haven’t been working out or tanning. Maybe that’s the problem. In my defense, I have been sick with the snot coming out of my head at all hours and feeling super sleepy. However, I have big plans on the horizon which involve forcing myself to start working out. That’s not the big thing, but the big thing will include working out. Confused? Look here and think about it. Yes, I’m serious. Now start thinking of a name for me. Lucy Furr is already taken.
I say we all wear sweatpants and t-shirts and go to Cheesecake Factory and order seven plates of fried macaroni and cheese. Then, we can go to Amy’s ice cream. Then, we should take pictures on the longhorns all the while wearing sweatpants. And I mean the tapered, gathered at the ankle, drawstring, red, thick sweatpants you get at Walgreens. None of that cute stuff.
Comment by Big Pokey — March 9, 2006 @ 3:43 pm
That sounds pretty cool, I am down for that. That is sure to take your mind off being 30!!
Comment by Hubby — March 13, 2006 @ 2:02 pm