Your condo in the mall

It's just another Sunday afternoon, hanging out with at least one member of my family. As I lay here on the floor of my dad's living room watching the most disturbing reality show I've ever seen I begin to hear a very interesting story. My step mom, out of no where, I might add tells me she had a dream about me. Now brace yourselves . . . Not only do I live in a condo in the mall (the weirdest part of it you may think) oh no, wait there's more, I'm getting married. For all that know me, you know that is more far fetched than the condo in the mall aspect of the story. So supposedly I'm picking out the most hideous dress you've ever seen in my condo in the mall. Instead of telling me my dress is hideous the ladies in my family, thanks girls, somehow let me get this dress. I'm not quite sure of the details here, I kind of lost her at the condo in the mall thing. Here's comes mom to the rescue. So my mom somehow enters the condo in the mall with another dress. This is the dress I'm wearing. The dress my mom has brought me to my condo in the mall.  I may have a slight hangover when she's telling me this story, so I'm not sure if I hear it all correctly. First of all, I live in a condo in the mall. . . then, I'm picking out a wedding dress. Goodness Jean, looks like you get the prize for the most far fetched dream of all. I think there is a higher chance of you and dad winning the lottery than me getting married and living in a condo in the mall. Sweet Dreams.

Guess What? you should really buy some training.

I sit here at work thinking. . . .I just don't want to do anything! I don't know if I'm in 3 day weekend mode or I'm just burnt out. So for the 3rd week in a row I've worked a little over 40 hours in 4 days. Not that I'm complaining, because unlike many others these days, I'm fortunate to have a job at all. I'm forutnate to work for a company that made smart decisions and has reaped the benefits of those wise decisions. It's just one of those days. I was fine this morning and then about 3:30 this afternoon I hit a wall. But that's ok because I get out of here in less than 2 hours and then I have 3 whole days off to spend with my favorite girls (Jess and Lauren) Steve and Dylan will probably be there, too. Not much exactly has happened since my last blog. Not that anything really exciting ever happens because I have NO time to make anything interesting happen. The highlight of my week was going to the gym 4 nights in a row. I've gone every single night this week and I'm beginning to feel it, let me tell you. Shortly after joining the gym a few weeks ago I received a phone call telling me new members receive a complimentary personal training session. Well, of course I said ok, sign me up, knowing I wouldn't do another session after the free one. So I went in almost expecting this voice on the phone to be good looking. Well, to my surprise he wasn't just good looking but he was actually pretty darn gorgeous. So we went through the session, him telling me I'm overweight and I have too much body fat. Well, thanks for making me feel beautiful, right? So after the ass kicking session he runs his schpeal. You know it's only $3 a day. You'd just waste that away on coffeee or Diet Dr Pepper anyway. He was almost convincing. But to no avail, he did not succeed. I gave him the whole "I'm buying a house" excuse, sorry dude. I was strong, I stuck to my guns. So now, every time, all 4 nights in a row I've gone this week, he stops me to tell me how wonderful a client I'd be and how I'd benefit from training. I finally looked at him and said "You forget I'm in the Sales Business, it's just not going to work." So now it's a running joke, in the middle of a sentence he'll just say, "guess what, you should really buy some training." So now I understand the gym secret. Probably not a secret to most of you but, why wouldn't they have a very good looking, pretty well built Training Manager? They have to land the sale. Would you buy training sessions from an ugly, skinny white guy? I know I wouldn't. I guess if nothing else, him telling me I need a trainer because I can't get fit enough on my own is enough motivation to make sure I prove him wrong. Bring It On! That's what I say to Mr. Naysayer.

Do I or Don't I

I cannot put into words how excited I was to see so many family members last weekend I'd never seen or haven't seen for years. I feel so fortunate to have family be close enough away to ONLY drive 8 or 9 hours, depending on who's driving, to get there. Dylan, my wonderful one year old nephew, survived his first road trip. And I barely survived my first road trip with a one year old. Being an aunt is a very important job. Being an aunt  is a dress rehearsal for having a child of your own. Well, I learned a few things about myself after spending over 72 hours straight with a small child. I noticed I really don't have much patient for a whining child. Now don't get me wrong, Dylan is a very good baby. He's happy all day. It's just when the boy gets tired, hungry or is in excruciating teething pain he begins to fuss. And when the boy fusses, he fusses. You can't blame him, he's a little baby. It's not like he can say, "Yo, mom, my teeth hurt give me some tylenol and why don't you grab me a glass of water on your way." As I found myself running through the many different reasons the kid could be crying I realized I really don't know as much about kids as I thought I did. I guess I should probably re-think the having kids of my own. I need to learn how to deal with my patience issues and selfishness too. I guess I should probably work on finding a guy that would actually want to have a kid with me first. So we won't need to worry about preparing to have kids for me anytime in the near future.