Know what else I love? Chocolate Milk. WHY??? I am your basic H2O girl. I love my water, drink water all day and night... But, for some reason, about two weeks ago, I decided I wanted some chocolate milk and now I'm like an addict. I just buy a whole gallon of milk to take to work and a bottle of the syrup and drink it with lunch, like I am four. On the plus side, I guess I am getting some calcium and what with being a chic and all the impending threats of osteoperosis, that could be a good thing.
It's funny, getting older. Suddenly things I never paid a split second of attention to become important. Like my skin. I have always been really lucky that I have good skin. My brother had horrible acne when he was in highschool and while I felt bad for him and expressed my sympathies, I was deep down thanking my lucky stars that I don't have acne (and I think Ruthie was too). What I am getting though are wrinkles. Under my eyes, the ones that turn into crow's feet. Oh, I hate them, hate them, hate them! There's a song... Let me see if I can remember it... Ok, Martina McBride (note- I don't listen to country for those of you who were wondering, however, they play this one on the non-country stations as well) sings it and there is a chorus in there that goes like this:
This is for all you girls, about forty-two.
Tossin' pennies into the fountain of youth.
Every laugh, laugh line on your face,
Made you who you are today.
Now that's all peachy and sweet, but it still doesn't make me love my wrinkles.
But wrinkles aren't the only thing, suddenly eating right becomes important (I'm not yet sure why... could be the hypnotism or something)... My conscience kicks on and tells me in a loud declaring voice that I need to NOT eat that cheeseburger and should instead order the salad... And you know what??? I DO! That evil little man in my head has way to much control... I think I need to serve him an eviction notice :P
Back to work! Thanks for the comments guys!
Have a nice day,
Kate
Labels: At work, Being a Chic
