Archives for June 2013
So I’m a little feisty this week…
People that are CONSTANTLY late.
I mean, I hit traffic every now and then too, or something comes up once in a while, but I’m only late about %5 of the time. When people are constantly late I just see it as disrespectful. It’s basically saying you don’t give a shit that everybody else’s waiting for you. You’re an adult! Start getting ready 15 minutes earlier, or stop trying to pack in so much stuff before you leave. Figure it out.
You know the ones: “Girls just don’t like me so all my friends are guys.” RED FLAG. These are the girls that will ALWAYS have drama with other girls. They claim ALL other girls are out to get them. They are ALWAYS the victim, etc. Riiiiiight. I have guy friends too, but my girlfriends are my life lines; the ones that I’ve known my whole life and the ones I meet now socially or in my industry. There’s something to learn from most women you meet. Except the catty ones…
Unwarranted Religious Visits.
I’m all for people practicing whichever religion they have faith in. That’s great! That’s beautiful! Rock it out! But just because I don’t believe in your God doesn’t mean you can come to my house and try to convert me and tell me I’m inferior and “need guidance.” I have my own beliefs, thank you very much and am a pretty decent human being. I don’t go door to door telling people not to believe in God. Please hop down off your high horse, get over yourself and leave me be. *Shout out to all my believer friends who are awesome and don’t do this ish.
Most tasks can be done easier or faster, without sacrificing quality. It’s a rare day when I have to check a suitcase when traveling… carry-on all the way! 10 Grocery bags on each arm to make one trip from the car? You betcha (as long as you’re not going to drop any – another trip to the grocery is not efficient either). Making an appt, to stand in line, to grab a number?! **side eye California DMV**. Why waste time when you don’t have to? The less time you waste, the more time you have for fun times with people you care about. Did anybody ever read the book, Cheaper By The Dozen? I’m like the dad…
Dear Personal Training Clients, I’m glad most of you coordinated your vacay schedules with each other to all be out of town during the SAME week! I had a wonderfully mellow week just teaching a couple classes a day. I did miss you dearly, but was really pumped to lay out at the pool in the middle of the day Thursday with some buds. High five!
Dear Gigantor Turtle Float, you make pool days WAY more fun.
Dear Garage Bar, you are the BEST hangout spot in Louisville during the summer months. Seriously.
Dear Summer, I’m glad you made it around and that you’re here to stay for a while. It was awesome to be out on the river on the boat yesterday.
Dear T-beg, I’m stoked for you that you’re getting to cruise out of town for the whole summer to get your MFA on. Me, Tang, Churchill, Emmy, Cash, and Willie will hold down the fort here. And don’t worry, I’ll clean. : )
Dear Bonna, HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY! Woot! And this photo from college will always be the best photo of the 3 of us… #BFFs
Dear Dad, Happy Father’s Day from all of us!
Link up with Friday’s Letters creator Ashley here.
Dear Bootcampers, yay for making it through the first week of this new camp. Especially you newbies… you came back even though you were so sore you thought you’d never sit without pain again. High five!
Dear Tango’s Fur… it would be AWESOME if you would either stay on Tango, or just fall off when he’s outside. The white fur all over black interior of my car is NOT my jam. That ish does not vacuum out for anything.
Dear $3 Car Wash on Dixie Hwy, thank you for having complimentary vacuums and for having a completely inattentive staff that doesn’t monitor the 10-minute limit rule. Tango fur takes at least an hour…
Dear Robin Thicke, Pharrell, and TI. Thank you for the best jam ever. I’m STILL rockin’ you on repeat. #blurredlines
Dear Salt at the O’hare Breakfast Place, I have no earthly idea how you got into my eye, but you stung like the dickens for a good 5 minutes. I’m super excited to look like I’m crying while eating breakfast at the airport. Not.
Dear 4am. You can eat a d***. Nobody should ever have to wake up during your hour. Unless it’s for something really good.
Dear United Airlines, thank you for opening up some flights last minute so I could use my miles and see my man-friend this weekend… even if I had to wake up at 4am today…