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Possibly a perfect day

Today has the potential to be possibly a perfect day.

Started out the morning by waking up on my own instead of to the deafening sound of my alarm clock...which is strategically placed on the furthest part of my night stand making it necessary for me to get out of bed to turn it off. On a usual day when I have to be woken by the beast of beeping I am immediately a little irritated, more so than the normal irritated state I'm in when being forced to leave my slumber!

I lied in my cozy bed for a while, thinking, in and out of REM and then got up before 9:00am, quite impressive on my day off I thought. I hit the gym to make it to the 9:30 Turbo Kick Boxing class. Oh my release! I love pretending to kick and knee and punch someone (kinda creepy, we all have our quirks). Then did some legit arm exercises and finished up by getting in my zen, stretching in the quiet dark room downstairs. Of course there was the standard trainer stretching her client and making small talk, but I was able to drown it out, focusing on the more-than-the-average female's sweat on my shirt.

I stopped by a friend's (who is recently the mom of two) to see the new baby and dote on the toddler. Holding baby Ashlyn was food for my soul! So precious and teeny! I want one...in the future, that sleeps often, cries seldom and looks cute in pink :)

Came home, checked my email (and this blogtastic website)and had some of the homemade enchiladas I made yesterday for lunch. Yes, my family is white as can be, but I don't care who you are...my Grandma's enchilada recipe is 'da bomb!

Now I'm about to meet a friend at UTC ( a La Jollan mall) then off to my 4pm interview at Nordi's. If I get the job for this season, this will indeed have been a perfect day. Either way, I'll meet 5 of my favorite people in the world for dinner around 6ish to complete this mid-week glory.

The only thing that could make this day better would be having more hours in it to finish the scarf I've been knitting, the book I've been reading (just have the epilogue left), and maybe shop a little if the funds were available.

Happy Wednesday Everybody!!!

Comments

Rowdy said…
how did the job interview go??
It was good...hopefully Sue (Nordi's VIP) didn't discern my not so excited attitude through my smile and fake enthusiasm! If she offers the job I'm takin it!

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