Potty Breaks

Today won't be a MonDayDream. I'm not really day dreaming right now. I'm floating actually. Why you ask? Because it is my goal to drink 24oz of water each hour today. Every hour. It's hard! But I have to get in shape before May. Serious shape. First of all, I have a bet going with my brother to see who can lose the most weight. Secondly, Blue Eyes and I are going to Six Flags in May and then to Longview to visit some of his friends from when he lived there. It's a girl. I'm not jealous or anything, but I want to look the best I can. I want his friends to say, "He has a HOT girlfriend!" I already have in my head a really cute outfit for Six Flags and I just really need to lose weight. When I first moved in with B.E., I lost a lot of weight just by watching what I was eating. I wasn't working out or anything. So, I'm going to try to eat a tiny amount of food each day, and drink all my water, AND me and my friend Ashley are going to start walking tonight! I'm pretty excited about that, because I don't get to see her very often, and I love talking with her.

Well, wish me luck. I know I won't ever be stick figure thin, Like Paris Hilton, because I have way too much muscle for that. And I don't want to look like that. What I would like to look like is:
It will happen. PROMISE!!!!!

MonDayDreams-Chapter 2

Why hello there! It's Monday, and you know what that means (except for last Monday, I wasn't at work, therefore, I wasn't daydreaming, therefore, no MonDayDreams).

So. I was sitting here staring at a paperclip thinking how annoying most people on Myspace are. Seriously. You know the ones I'm talking about. That person that fills out every single survey that comes through. That person that updates their mood every 20 seconds. "so-n-so is taking a poo. 5 seconds ago." "so-n-so is eating a ham sandwich. 25 seconds ago." "so-n-so is going shopping!!" 32 seconds ago."

Anyway, you get it.

I guess what bothers me most about this type of person is the fact that every time they upload new pictures, they feel the need to post a bulletin that says "I posted new pics! Comment please!!!!!"

Ok.

1. Are you that desperate that you have to tell people to leave you comments?
2. Do you not realize that there is something called "friend updates" that let's us know when you add new pictures?
3. Get a life.

I'm sorry if you are one of these people. You should know how ridiculous you are. If you don't get comments on the 75 pictures you just put up of your new hair cut, do not beg for them. It simply means that people do not care about your haircut, or pictures of it.

Have a Marvelous Monday!!

MonDayDreams- Chapter 1

Well it's Monday. Hooo rah.

Monday's usually consist of me doing the following:

NOTHING.
NADA.
ZIP.
ZILCH.

I honestly don't really start "working" until Wednesday afternoon. What? I'm just being honest here. So, while I was sitting at my desk, pretending to work, I was thinking about when I was in Junior High. That was only, oh...15 years ago. Whew.

Ok. I just had to take a minute to stop and realize just how old I am. Wow.

So anyhooters. Junior High. The worst time of my LIFE. I don't want to toot my own horn or anything (toot, toot!) but I was popular. I was cute. I was friendly. I had an older boyfriend. I was in the 6th grade, and he was in the 8th grade and it was a big deal! So apparently, the older girls hated me for this and they wanted to make sure that every day of my 6th grade year was the most miserable, dreadful thing for me. Let's just say they did a very, very good job at this. For anyone that really knows me, they know that I am honestly a very sweet girl, and I just want to be liked! I hate confrontation more than anything because I'm a huge baby.

Every morning before class started, all the students stood outside by the Art room. My Mom would drop me off, and I would look around to see if the evil beeotches were anywhere near. If they were, I would walk in the complete opposite direction of where they were standing and I would try so hard to hurry so they couldn't see me. They always did though. They would yell mean things at me and I had to act like I couldn't hear them. If they saw me in the hall, they would push me or stare me down. I tried to be nice to them. I smiled but that usually resulted in a "What the %$#@ are you looking at?!?!?!" I also played softball and the mean horrible girls played too. Thankfully, they were not on my team. I was better than them, and they knew it. (toot, toot) After one game, the meanest girl out of the group walked past me and punched me in the arm leaving a very pretty bruise. This is when my Mom decided it was time to talk to the girls' parents and the principal. I. Was. Mortified. Having my Mom do this helped not one bit. It actually made it worse. What did help was me no longer being with my older boyfriend. This is the time in my life when I realized most girls were jealous, catty and for the most part down right mean. The sad thing is that it should have ended in Junior High. But look around you. How many of these girls are still walking around today?


I wonder if those girls ever think about how ridiculously mean they were to me? Probably not, but oh well.

And now this begins Chapter 1 of Breezy's "MonDayDreams" (get it? Monday Daydreams..thank you B.E. for that clever little play on words). Stay tuned..next Monday is a whole new daydream!!

How is your Monday going???