Almost There....
Quick update on HIM....you're gonna love this. First of all, I haven't seen HIM in 6 months. Well, that changes next weekend. Friends of ours are moving down south in a few weeks, and the fam is throwing a huge BBQ to send them off. He'll be there....oh boy. This is going to be quite the event. I have NO idea how we're going to react to each other. Wait...I lie. I know what's going to happen. We're going to see each other, he's going to smile, I'm going to bite my cheeks, and he's going to be looking at me the rest of the day. *sigh* I'm going to be strong...but I know after a couple of drinks he'll be talking to me about the "situation". If he grows the balls, that is. Second part of the update....remember the trip he wanted me to take with him, and I declined unless he paid for it? He refused to go with anyone else, he would only go with me, etc? Well, he's going with someone else. According to my big bro, just a friend, no sexual relationship involved....they go "way back". I do remember mention of this chick, even though I never met her. Their relationship is neither here nor there...it's really none of my business. He can go with his second choice, and I hope he has a great time! Woops...that was mean, wasn't it?
In other news, I have discovered something about myself recently. I'm a snob. Stop laughing. Stop looking at me like "you didn't know?". I mean a GYM snob. Not about clothes or what people are wearing or anything...never that. *cough* I'm talking about "other" stuff. Like these guys that walk around looking like they own the place, then do a set behind me and lower the weight. That shit ALWAYS cracks me up. I'm pretty strong so I up my weights quite often. I love seeing these men pimp over, look me up and down, flash the smile....then they see what I'm lifting and their face freezes. LOL. I'm also a "class" snob. Exercise class, that is. If I'm taking a class and the teacher is a little "suspect" around the waistline, I'm going to tilt my head to the side for a sec. Last night, I did kickboxing for the first time. Now, I used to be the step aerobics queen, so to me, I can do anything if I can do that. I walk into the room, and I see the instructor, and there's no six pack....I'm like "hmmm". I joined in, and ummmm.....10 minutes into it I think I heard God laughing at me. He was saying "see what you get for passing judgment on people?" That broad kicked.my.behind. That class was NOT a game. I can usually keep up with anybody, but with 15 mins left I was dropping down to the lower impact ways of doing the punches and kicks. Oh.my.WORD! Ya'll when I left the gym, I probably looked like I had been attacked. I was emotional! I was walking all slow, couldn't remember where my car was, staring out of the window as I was driving....I was broke down! LOL! But...BUT...I will be back next week. It was a really great class. She might kick my ass again, but eventually I'll get used to it.
Aight, back to "work". *sigh* I just want to leave NOW! But I'll be good.....
