I have zero patience and pretty much everyone and everything annoys the shyt out of me.
"Why are you breathing so loud?"
"Why are you breathing that way?"
I won't waste a whole post telling you how proud I am that I let the lady at Wal-Mart live another day even though she put my Windex in with my milk. Am I the only person that doesn't think you should put chemicals in with food? Oh, you're too scared to answer because I'm crazy. Valid fear.
I also won't tell you that I decided against listing Fluffette on Craigslist when she had a full on meltdown when I took my wallet from her to pay the nice lady at Wal-Mart for our groceries. I quickly put her azz in her carseat and thanked sweet baby Jesus when she immediately fell asleep. Then I looked up the nearest Sonic and ate all five of those damn cheesesticks in the parking lot...in pure silence....and loved every minute of it.
If anyone says, "oh, you must be on your period". I will lose my shyt....I mean...can't a girl just be grumpy? Why's it always gotta be about an effing period
I'm MUCH more mature now *giggles* so I knew I could handle anything that came my way.
I walked in to a room FULL of the skinniest people in America and immediately thought, "I bet all these a-holes can touch their toes". *dramatically shakes head
I somehow managed to set up shop behind the ballerina and a dude. The Ballerina could not only reach her toes but she could also touch her chest to the floor whilst touching the toes of the person in front of her. SHOWOFF. The Dude was wearing lose fitting shorts and I just knew I'd be a bobbin' and a weavin' through class so I didn't get a mushroom tattoo. (if you don't know what a mushroom tattoo is, please don't ask...and don't look it up. Keep your innocence)
Over the next hour I remained at least two beats behind the rest of the class. I didn't know any of the names of moves...nor the actual moves so I had to watch everyone to figure out what I was supposed to be doing.
I sweat my azz off and realized that even though I've come so far with my fitness level, I still have sooo far to go. PiYo definitely worked muscles I didn't even know I had.
I left the class hating ballerinas and men in loose fitting shorts....but loving PIYO. I stepped out of my comfort zone and even though I looked like a complete tool during the whole class, I actually loved it and look forward to adding it to my weekly fitness routine.
In random news, I tried a new recipe that I wanted to share with you. (Thank you Kate). I don't LOVE blueberries so next time I think I'll try strawberries instead. Fluffette, however, loved every bite of it and had it for breakfast three days in a row.
Baked Oatmeal with Blueberries and Oatmeal (link and photo from skinnytaste.com)
In even more random random news, Google Reader has gone away so you will now need to follow me on Bloglovin. I've tried for the past week to add a button to the sidebar of my blog and canNOT figure it out. I've decided to try again once my hormones are a little less out of whack. So anywhodilly, please go to Bloglovin.com, search for Fluffy in Frisco then follow that shyt. Please and Thank you! Although...the people that need to complete this task can't even see this post since I'm a week late so this entire paragraph is pretty pointless. meh.
Happy Fourth of July! Stay safe and limit yourself to one keg stand.