|Me, and my awesome cleavage|
Friday after work, I wandered around midtown Anchorage, running a few errands, but hoping to find a heart rate monitor. Its really been bothering me that I don't always know how my heart is doing, and the more I work out, the longer I run, the more it stresses me out. I didn't find what I was looking for at Walmart, Fred Meyer or Sears, but I didn't really expect to. What I did find was long lines, former clients and a sore body from wearing shoes I should have thrown away two years ago.
Friday night I went to see Cedar Rapids, with Ed Helms. It was... raunchy. It was really difficult to care about the plot, even though I loved all the characters. I won't say anything more than that, because, well, if I never saw it again, it'd be okay.
|Megan and Beau|
|Megan and Nathaniel|
Sunday I was invited to brunch with my BFF and her husband and two adorable children. It was a chilly afternoon, but we ate at the park and the kids played for a bit on the slides and rocking horse. Beaumarie (aged 2) did not like the swing at all. She does however, love my tits. Can't really blame her, they're pretty awesome. My boobs are like a pillow. After the park, they invited me to have dinner with them as well. I really wanted to go on my walk, but the weather was getting ugly and as we were driving back to their place, it started to rain. We watched Dirty Dancing, then started to get dinner ready. Dinner for them was steak, potatoes and corn. There wasn't enough corn for me, which was fine, so I had chicken and potatoes. Everything just seemed a little undercooked. Undercooked chicken is never something you want, and I didn't eat most of my second piece.
|Angel food cake with strawberries|
After I was dropped off, my roommate and I finally went on a walk. A short walk, two miles all together. It gave us time to chat a little more. She likes telling the same stories over and over. And not listening to me, or letting me speak. It's very easy for my conversation to get lost because it takes me a while to formulate what I want to say, and then even longer sometimes to make sure I'm not tripping over my words. She's not really one for idle silence, while I have no problem letting the conversation cease. I did let her know that I'm a fiercely independent person, so hopefully she won't get too offended when I don't invite her to be a part of my life.
Happy Mother's Day!