I'm Not Busy

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Whenever people ask me how I'm doing, I have a singular, standby answer: "Busy."

This, friends, is a bullshit response.

Let me explain. It's not that I'm not busy. With an active work and social life plus the (admittedly self-inflected) punishing workout schedule I adhere to, it seems there are rarely enough hours in the day. I am, in fact, busy. 

But so what? Who isn't busy? I can't think of one person in my circle of friends and acquaintances who would answer "How are you?" with "Pretty slow, really. Lots of down time to think, read and meditate on life. Yeah, not a lot going on." 

Right? 

So I'm booting "busy" off my list of acceptable responses...

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Late Night

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A couple of my girlfriends came over last night, just to hang out, watch movies, talk and drink wine. We ended up skipping the movie and focused more on the talking and wine drinking, catching up on each other's lives.

We'd been talking for a couple of hours when one of the women looked at her watch and said, "Oh my gosh, it's 9:40. It's getting late." My other friend jumped up and started collecting plates and wine glasses. 

I looked at them with tears in my eyes.

"I love you guys so much," I said. "9:40 pm and you think it's late. You are SO my people." 

We all travel to the beach together in the summer and it's perfect because we're all the same age and all on the same schedule. Up early, bed early. If we make it past 11 p.m. we congratulate each other on a long and rowdy night. 

Laugh now, but this is your future. 

Cheers,

Dena

 

SNAKE!

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No, the cat did not drag a snake into the house--yet. But I fear it's coming. Here's why. 

Two days ago, my neighbor and I stepped outside our condo doors at the same time. She screamed. I jumped. The long black snake that caused her scream slithered away into the grass. 

I posted to Facebook. Snake in the area! Cat will probably find it! Oh no! Ha ha, very funny. People laughed. 

The next day I go home from lunch. Sunny. Beautiful. Back door wide open. Cat sunning himself on patio. I take large bite of tuna salad, look outside and almost choke. Freaking huge black snake slithering under my fence, up my patio walkway, toward my cat and my (cough-choke-gasp-gag) open door.

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Hair House Arrest

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I'm under hair house arrest. I had a keratin treatment applied to my hair (straightens hair and reduces frizz for 6 months) and for the next 72 hours I can't get it wet, sweat, put it in a ponytail or hair clip or even shove it behind my ears. If I do any of those things, I must instantly blow dry the hair straight followed by a flat iron treatment. 

Aside from the fact that I can't be outside or exercise for 3 days (which SUCKS), what's also annoying is I have to keep my hair poker straight, bangs and all, for the 72 hours. Not a great look for me. Once the time is up, I can go back to my usual slightly poufy (but frizz free!) look. First world problems, I know, yet I'm still annoyed. 

I had plans to do a summer run with the girls on Saturday, which is now out. Returning to body pump or Crossfit this week? Out. Bike riding? Not unless I want permanent helmet head for the next 6 months. Basically, I can't leave the house or the office for the next three days. 

I left the salon in a foul mood and I plan on being grumpy for 72 hours. That's what the price of beauty will buy you. 

Cheers,

Dena