So there's this man I know. I met him 18 years ago. I liked him the minute i set my eyes on his face. In fact, I felt these strong feelings of love for him. Crazy huh, having just met him and all. I thought he was the most gorgeous thing i had ever seen. He didn't have a lot of hair but had the most beautiful blue eyes. When I first saw him I was pretty tired but when I heard his beautiful voice this surge of energy came over me and I knew I just had to have him around me. Over the next few years we spent a lot of time together and really got to know each other better. Sometimes he would do things that wore me out but mostly he made me laugh. He had this energy that just wouldn't quit. I loved him dearly and I looked forward to the little breaks that we would have from each other, but I was always anxious to get back to him.
As time went on I grew to love him even more. I loved watching him try new things. He had this desire to try it all. My pride grew with every new sport he tried or every new musical instrument he got his hands on. He could do it all and he could do it well. Not only did I love him but I thought he was pretty darn cool. He could make me laugh like no other. There were times this man would make me cry and I would worry about him on occassion as well. I think it's just because I loved him so and wanted the best for him. Pretty soon this awesome guy will leave me for a bit. It's okay. I knew this day would come. He's on to bigger and better things. I want this for him. I have loved every minute of this past 18 years and I wouldn't change a thing. I won't even mind if he finds some other girl that he want's to hang around with more then me. ( something tells me that might have already happened ).
Do you ever have days like this? It is now 5 pm and besides picking up downstairs....I've done NOTHING. No makeup, no "real" clothes and I haven't even brushed my teeth. Nasty.
And you know what? I don't feel so guilty about it. That is some serious improvement. I am the queen of guilt. Hubby has a work meeting tonight and won't be home till late, so dinner will consist of something microwavable. Yay me. Right now I'm sitting outside with my laptop watching my daughter swim in the pool. That's good enough for me.
- Driving through the drive through and ordering a chocolate shake for the hubby and when the voice over the speaker comes back and asks "would you like whip cream on that?" all I can "hear" is "sour cream". We then go back and forth for like 10 seconds about wether or not I would like sour cream on my shake...all the while my daughter is busting up and rolling her eyes as I have yet another granny moment. - Driving my little one to school, waiting in the drive-thru drop off, waving to people and realizing when I get back home that my hair is sticking up like a crazy woman. - Having a crazy sharp edge on my big toe nail that keeps catching on the sheets but being too tired to get up and clip it. - waving back to someone who's not waving to you. - Getting another letter in the mail from the school about your son's tardiness. - falling back to sleep after you send all the kids off to school and waking up just in time to pick them up.
- The trash being taken out without you having to ask someone to do it. (rare people..really rare) - Friends who call you to share some of their good news. - Realizing it's Friday when you thought it was Thursday all day. - Buying a new pair of jeans with just the right amount of stretch in them. - Falling back to sleep after you send all the kids off to school and waking up just in time to pick them up. :)
- Getting to the step class at the gym late and having to go to the only empty spot in the room. Right smack dab up front. Don't mind me as I carry my step and riser thingys and set it all up in front of you. - deciding halfway through the step class that you shouldn't have gotten the riser thingys. - Only one tube of chapstick in the whole house. (not really awkward...just awful) - Seeing someone driving the same car you own and thinking for a split second that someone has stolen your car. While.you're.driving.your.car. - Calling the wrong number. 3 times in a row. Sorry lady.
- When dinner is made and all but the dishes on the table are cleaned up and you're just waiting for everyone to get home to enjoy. - Getting a new nail polish and discovering that it exactly matches the new shoes you bought. I must love this color. - extra cheese - Knowing you don't have to leave the house all day. - Clean socks. Already put away in your sock drawer.
Mom: "Jord, wake up. do you want to go do a Step Class at the gym with me?"
Me: "Yeah, totally."
Mom: "JORDAN! are you not awake? we have to leave."
I then proceed to jump up and change. I brush my teeth. pull up my hair
and grab a piece of bread to eat. We are on our way.
Now, it's time for the Step class.
Just our luck. It has already started. The room is full of people and they all know what to do. Mother and I walk over to the corner and grab our steps and the (pardon my un-technical term) thingys to make the step thing higher. We then look to see where to go. Of course there is no room in the back. This is when I hear:
(insert your best Latin accent) "LADIES, LADIES. you can go anywhere. Come up here to the front." The instructor very loudly motions us to the front of the room. Let me explain this instructor. He is a latin man, probably in his mid forties. He has a microphone headset. (Britney Spears style)
and he sorta looks like this.
Okay, I kid. I kid. But by the way he was actin and groovin he might as well have been.
I thought this was a step class. yeah. there was a step involved but this had to have been a Zumba Step class. The moves were all latin related. The people know: I have no rhythm. I just dont. There is a reason that I have been successful in avoiding the Zumba phase for so long. It is because i know i will look a fool if it is attempted.
Well, lemme tell ya. I couldn't keep up. Cha Cha? yeah. not a chance. I can barely cha cha normally peeps. add a step in front of me and it is just beggin for problems.
well bless his little heart but my instructor found me to be his little project.
He would move his step right in front of mine to try and help. and at one point we were sharing a step so that i could follow his moves. This was in a full room of people. ayeee
(Insert accent again): "5, 6, 7, 8 Lift your knee.. Yes or No?"
"Basic step. Yes or No?"
the man had a very sing-song sort of way of talking. add an accent and bam. I wish i could include audio. After almost every time he said something he would say, "Yes or No?"
ayyeee.. Well here comes the sad part.
Because of my only one piece of bread in my tummy, I started to get a little dizzy. My eyes started to black out and I knew it was cuz i was workin so hard and hadnt eaten.
Well, I said goodbye to momma and left that place.
The step is probably still sittin there.. sad and lonely. Wishin that its owner had more rhythm and a little more sugar in their blood. maybe i will go back to visit my step.. "Yes or No?"