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My Third Eye

Someone, take away my computer.  I should not be allowed to blog after midnight.  I should be sleeping.  I have a hot and sweaty date with the gym tomorrow morning and a very busy day.  But here I am.  I can't sleep. And I've been drinking wine.  Dangerous combination..

Let's talk about my third eye.  I thought I had gotten over it until someone so rudely pointed it out.  Ya, I am looking at you.  

I have a huge zit.  Really?  Common, I am twenty-something, I thought the whole acne thing was over.  Not that I ever really had acne, I would just get one huge zit in the same place.  Right between my eyes.  I even had a high school teacher point it out before.  What kind of jerk high school teacher points out a zit on a high school girl's face?  Your just asking for a hormonal mess on your hands.  Good thing I had a sense of humor about it.  At that time, we teased and said I was a unicorn.  But I am much older, and way too mature for that....it's my third eye.  I suppose I needed an extra eye with the new baby.  Better to watch her with...
It's big.  It's ugly. And it hurts.  It's even bigger and redder then the picture gives it credit.  I mean, this thing looks angry.  Man look at those eyebrows...they need to be waxed again...*sigh*

Truth is...even though I have this wonderful zit, I just know I am still the perfect girl.  At least the JB and Moonshine Band seems to think so...and my husband probably thinks so too...on a good day.  If not, at least he got one cute kid outa me.  (P.S.  If your one of my readers that receives this via email, then you don't get the embedded video.  You have to go to my actual site to see the video.  which is ABBOTTPARTYOF3.BLOGSPOT.COM) Look at me, I can drink wine and embed videos at the same time.  Zuckerberg ain't got nothing on me...except inviting Facebook.  
Anyways, where was I going with this...

Oh so today I went to the gym.  I know, I know yawn. But this is not one of those look how cool I am for loosing weight and working out deals.  I will share an embarrassing and simi-pathetic story.  Let's face it.  I am out of shape.  It is something terrible.  So I was in kickboxing this morning and the instructor always has us go for a run.  I am NOT a runner.  I HATE running.  But I have this new method of diet and exercise...do as the skinny girls do.  Skinny girl runs, I run.  Right?  So I ran.  To the best of my ability.  I am sure it would have been painful watching me run.  

I got lapped.

I got lapped...by....

A man in his 70's.  Not . even . joking.  

I finished dead last.  The man in his 70's waited at the door to high-five the lady in her 60's for not finishing last for once. 

HOWEVER, there were many in the class who choose not to run at all.  At least I tried.  

So I have a zit and I am pretty pathetic in terms of my physical fitness.

BUT, the scale does reflect a number that I actually agreed to have printed on my driver's license at one point.  Which I am pretty sure I even lied about before I was pregnant.  So that's cool.  

Well, I think it's time for me to retire for the evening.  And remember kids, don't drink and blog.

Until Next Time....

**Bre

Comments

Emarie913 said…
HAHA, so being my lame self home alone on a Saturday night, I decided to catch up on my blog reading... this definitely made my night so much better... You crack me up!
9/03/2011 10:06 PM
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