A little peak inside my brain on a Friday afternoon…
I have the munchies. Except they are more than the munchies; more the like the “eat everything in sight-ies”. Would love an iced coffee too. Why must they have so many calories? How come I go to the gym and 
do aerobics for hours and only burn 400 calories–i drank more calories than that in my delicious coffee creamer. shootskies! Will I always picture leotards, tights and crimped hair when I type the word “aerobics”? ( I went looking for a picture of myself doing aerobics in Thailand–and came across this one of me and Ronald. Figured you might like that more than me doing aerobics with a bunch of little Thai ladies. ) I love aerobics. And I am pretty sure my other classmates love it that I love aerobics, because I am not exactly coordinated, so it is more like flailing about at rapid speeds. And surely they are entertained by my very passionate flailing about. I have been told I am a passionate person. I either REALLY like something, or REALLY dislike something. I thought this was normal to have a such a broad spectrum of emotion about certain things. Like chicken salad and cheetos, I have very passionate about that being the best possible summertime lunch option. Or scary movies, I am very passionate about those being the worst possible type of movie. This is normal, right?
do aerobics for hours and only burn 400 calories–i drank more calories than that in my delicious coffee creamer. shootskies! Will I always picture leotards, tights and crimped hair when I type the word “aerobics”? ( I went looking for a picture of myself doing aerobics in Thailand–and came across this one of me and Ronald. Figured you might like that more than me doing aerobics with a bunch of little Thai ladies. ) I love aerobics. And I am pretty sure my other classmates love it that I love aerobics, because I am not exactly coordinated, so it is more like flailing about at rapid speeds. And surely they are entertained by my very passionate flailing about. I have been told I am a passionate person. I either REALLY like something, or REALLY dislike something. I thought this was normal to have a such a broad spectrum of emotion about certain things. Like chicken salad and cheetos, I have very passionate about that being the best possible summertime lunch option. Or scary movies, I am very passionate about those being the worst possible type of movie. This is normal, right?Where do you suppose one puts a paragraph break in a stream of consciousness blog post? Does my brain think in paragraph form? But I do want it to be easier to read…hmmm. I have been reading a lot on how to be a better blogger. So far, it doesn’t appear to be working. I have come to the conclusion I don’t have anything to write about, except I do. But I can’t imagine that anyone really wants to read it, so why blog about it? Does anyone really read this stuff anyways? I would like to be an expert on something, then i would write very informative posts on my subject. So far the only thing I would consider my self an expert at is picking out good chicken salad. Hands down the best store-bought is at Kroger. Don’t even think about going to Wal-mart! And if you are ordering at a restaurant, you might as well go straight to the Cheesecake Factory. Holy cow, it is amazing. And of course there is the cheesecake that you must order. yep, that settles it. I could write an entire blog about chicken salad and become a connossr. If anyone out there works at Kroger: do you think you could add more almonds and less celery please? Then it would be perfect!
Someone I know and respect a whole lot found out yesterday he has Leukemia. Would you pray for Rob? He is a hero in my book for his unfailing commitment to his local church and his family. I hate cancer. a lot! It can go right back to hell where it belongs.
I have been in KY and OH this week and it has been great! Ready to see my MI roomies though! They have such a soft place in my heart and I love laying in bed and listening to their giggles in the evenings and the way they let me mooch off their dinner plates every night. I just love em! Well, off to find some chicken salad…
