How can it be almost May already? we were just celebrating NYE!

Oh well, my birthday month approaches...I dig.

Last week Jen and I started Zumba, and we love it.
I knew it would be hard, but I thought it wouldn’t be too bad, after all I consider myself gifted with rhythm.
I was practically born Salsa dancing, I can Merengue...I got MOVES, so I thought!
Silly girl, what an eye opener that first class was, sure it’s like dancing but also? not like dancing.
There is a lot of ass shaking in a way I’ve never shaken it, ever!
There is ass shaking while rotating the hips, again, in a different way...our instructor is amazing, and to see her move is inspiring.
Jen and I keep telling ourselves and each other, we WILL do that soon...and when I learn the moves...I will be doing them all day, no matter where I am.
Grocery store? post office? yep ZUMBA down the isle baby.

I went twice last week, and would have gone more if the hours had worked out. I’m hooked.
I see why people get addicted, I’m a little late getting on the train, but I’m on baby...I am ON!

I must buy shoe polish, and keep it in my car...it would make me feel so much better!

I should really do this some time, because we have the nosiest man on earth as a neighbor, this guy is unbelievable, I’d love to give him a scare.

I am juggling a lot these days.

I don’t cook, don’t have a baby, but...I have countless things on my to-do list, and no idea when I will have time to get them done...I need at least 30 extra hours a week, and 10 of those, I’d spend catching up on my sleep.

Pinterest, a busy lazy bloggers best friend.

I had a totally ME day, and it feels so good!

It started with sleeping late, then taking my time getting ready which felt like a luxury, I’m always rushing to get out the door, but not today.
I sipped my coffee, read Post Secret and read the paper.

I met Jen for a Spa day, we had not been able to get together for a couple of months, so this was a big treat, I love girl time.
We had a great relaxing time, and worked out our Abs laughing hysterically, 4 hours of being pampered followed by lunch and more laughs...can’t beat that.

Now I’m home alone, watching junk on T.V and waiting for JR to be home, me time is great but...I do miss my baby.

Here’s to a great week, I’m off to a good start.

Putting me in charge of the company’s social media, is like giving the keys to the asylum to the patients.

*giggle-snort*

Last night I was going through a magazine I got in the mail, I saw something that made me go find my phone so I could send a picture to Misty, Smizzo and Friglet

Our beloved Palm Treo...that was the shit back then.

It made me think about all of the other cell phones I had before, and of course I thought of my very first one:

Not only was that thing huge by today’s standards, but it was so heavy! not comfortable against your ear either, which was a good thing since I believe I got 100 free minutes and each additional minute was 40 cents, that was 1996 and we’ve come a long way baby!

Before cell phones, we had pagers. I had one of these first:

It was always clipped to the side of my purse, I think I paid $20 a month for that.
The thing I remember most was trying to decipher messages on it, since it was numeric only, people got clever, and would send something like: 456838 and you’d have to look at your phone, and figure it out...that was iloveu by the way:)

Soon pagers became more advanced and I got one of these:

It was a lot lighter and the screen was much bigger.

The ultimate was when alpha-numeric pagers came out:

They were the size of a VCR and weighed as much. To get a message to someone you’d have to call the special number for the pager company, and operator would answer, you’d give her the pager number and the message, she would type it and send it.
Crazy!

I’m off to dry hump my Blackberry.

I love that, just loooove it! that phrase, when done correctly, amuses me to no end.
Because you know, I’m a 10 year old boy inside.

I surround myself with equally juvenile people.
Obviously...here are the comments from Misty and Friglet, when I wrote about getting a new bed a few posts back:

Misty: So what the hell kind of bed is it?  And why did you need a new one freak?
Friglet: Did you wear out your old bed with “Dark Time”?

To answer Misty’s question, we got this bed, in a King that is so tall that I almost need a boost to get in it, with me being 5’ 1”...it’s kind of like mounting a horse..."That’s what she said”

Yesterday morning I busted my ass took a little tiny spill, and when I did my Blackberry took a swim.
In my head it happened in slow motion, but that’s not how it went down, that sucker flew out of my hand and sank into a huge puddle like a rock in 1/2 a second.

I was too busy to worry about it yesterday, I was bogged down with work.
Once I got ready to leave the office it was a different story.
What if I ran out of gas? I had a full tank.
What if I needed to call JR? I had just talked to him.
What if I had an accident? *knock on wood*

The big question and the reality is, what if I got BORED?
If there’s nothing good on the radio, and if I’ve forgotten my iPod, or it has fallen under my seat again...then what? I call people.
JR is my usual victim pick, if he’s not available I call my cousin or anyone else I can think of at the time.
You’d think that after a day at work being bombarded with emails, and reading blogs, tweets, Facebook other stuff (yes, I love me some STRIKE) I would welcome a quiet ride home, but no.

I made it home with little consequence.
Once there I was alright, except when it came time to check, double check and triple check that my alarm was set.
Insert much whining here..."Honaaaayyy...how am I going to waaaaake uuuuuup???? OMGeeeeee!!!!!”
He said he’d set his phone for me too.
O.K.

I woke up once during the night, but I don’t know what time it was, because my phone was not there, next to me...and I can’t see the alarm clock from my bed...because I’m blind as a bat...which is why I NEED my phone on the night stand!

I don’t know, the replacement is supposed to arrive tomorrow.
Have you ever had a phone actually arrive when they promised? yeah...me either.
What usually happens is, the guy who always leaves the packages on the porch, you know like my new $$$$$ laptop, or a frozen kidney to transplant or something, decides that he needs a SIGNATURE...because OMG it’s coming from Sp*int...it must be very expensive and important.
I’ve driven an hour to pick up a cell phone from the UPS office before, and chased down my female-man too...for a CELL phone!
Can you imagine the lengths I will go to for my beloved alarm clock/security blanket/entertainment center/BFF???
This could get ugly.
I might need to stay home tomorrow...I feel a virus coming on.