Graceful I am not....

I work in an environment that asks that we dress business casual on tues, wed, and thurs, not big deal, more often than not, we offer the chance to dress "down" for the cost of $20 going to the charity we have chosen for the month, this month however I decided that I was tired of seeing others practically wearing their pajamas to work (and to admit I was slightly guilty of not putting up an effort myself) that I decided that I was not going to dress down and I was going to take the tags off of all of those nice clothes that I own. Today I am wearing a lovely pencil skirt with a black tuxedo blouse, very nice...

The whole point of that little preface was to say that walking out of the house this morning I promptly fell flat on my bum as walking down my front steps, I sucked it up and did not cry, although I truly wanted to, and sitting at a desk all day is not fun for me right now. The thing is, I had gone through all of this prep, not wearing my wonderful patent leather pumps, so that I would not fall! And yet I fell regardless.... there were others outside, I am just hoping that they did not see, no one said anything anyway.

My bum is sore, and I am at work, woo hoo, I haven't even gotten to the part that makes this morning ever so special for me. I get to work and start digging through my purse for my trusty cell phone, the only phone I own, and it is no where to be found! In my, sure to get an Olympic perfect 10, louge down the stairs my phone must have gone flying out of my purse into some random snow bank surrounding the front of my home. You can't see me, but I am pouting like a little girl who had her dolly taken away right now. I might as well haev pigtails and be stomping my feet at the frustration of it all.

I am very lucky though, that I have the phone I had prior to receiving the phone I had, and I was able to call (so much in love with Cassandra at Verizon Wireless right now) Verizon and get my old phone reactivated!! YAY! It is at home, and I won't get it until this evening, but to know that I might be connected to the world, even slightly is a wonderful feeling!

Ok so... for real this time...

Happy New Year!!!

Here I am... windburned face... muscles aching... and so happy I was at the ice bowl yesterday. I am listening to my sat radio... they are discussing the same old question of this time of year... asking about resolutions... i didn't really make any myself. My boyfriend and I are both trying to get into a lot better shape. So we are competing... whomever works out or goes to the gym the most each month wins a gift of their choice from the other at the end of the month. He is ultra competitive and I am really broke so I think it will kick both of our butts into gear. I already bought a new bikini to wear this summer so I better get in good enough shape to wear it!

So I was at the ice bowl yesterday and it was a blast altho my windburned face is screaming today... We took my son and nephew and it was so much fun having them there, it was the first hockey game for each, and even though my son slept through the entire first period, I still know he had a great time! He got the full Ralph Wilson experience, missing most of the second period while waiting in line to get a hot dog, and watching a woman get pinned to the ground and taken away on a stretcher as she screamed and punched at security.... It was a great time!

But there was nothing better than getting home and putting on dry sweatpants... and curling up under my Notre Dame blanket and watching season 3 of the office in the recliner. It was a great day! I figure at some point in time I should probably talk about my Christmas and my boyfriend's birthday trip to Toronto (also known as New Year's Eve) but I just don't feel like it right now... It was a great time is all that I think needs to be said!