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OMG I'm so tired. Let me try to remember everything that's happened to me this weekend. Shopping it was a weekend chock full of shopping. Not my choice but I wanted to spend time with my mom and she's a shopaholic. Unfortunately the only place she likes to shop is Marshall's which is sort of like a discount clearing house I was exhausted after about two or three hours and I'd spent half that time in the big sporting goods store next door looking for new workout gear.
good news is that I bought a new bathing suit, a speedo for lapswim nothing fun. Recently bought another speedo for supercheap at Costco. But that speedo was made for grandmoms or moms but definitely not made for lapswim so the suit drags in the water which is fine for teaching me to train harder but it also drives me crazy. So I got a new regular lap bathingsuit. It was on sale.
Stocked up on workout clothes since I can't remember the last time I bought workout clothes and I often think that my wornout torn shit is more punkrock concert worthy than being in the full light of brand new fully charged pre-dawn 1000watt flourescent neon light of the gym floors.
Don't try them on, just threw them into a bag and out the door. It's good for me though.
Christine, my step-sister was pretty boring. I mean, I love her and all but we just don't really have a lot in common. I think I annoy her. And my mom and I talk endlessly and she just sort of looks on. Even when we're talking about her or asking her questions. I always get this feeling like she's three steps behind even though she's not daft. She just doesn't talk with the high energy adrenaline junkie caffeine infused person that I am. She fell asleep in the car...and later we woke her up to get coffee/espresso but even then she only moved at the fraction of my light-speed.
Granted, she did have 3 interviews last week and she's on some fast track career for her retail sales job. [She did keep apologizing for being so braindead and tired after her superstressful week last week...so I guess i should really cut her a little slack in my head!]
She used to be in a corporate sales environment but got bored with it. toured the world. as a chef. And now she's looking for a corporate sales retail store job...meaning she wants to work at HQ for a big cooking store based here in SF.
ANYWAYs, I told her funny stories about the restaurant where she used to be the pastry chef. See? She's so asleep she had never even heard these stories about the restaurant owner and I swear I've told the stories a 1000 times.
Basically, the owner, we'll call him Chuck though that's not his real name, came to our table when Tessa & I were visiting Christine. Christine couldn't tear herself out of the kitchen for more than two minutes, I kid you not.
So, the owner of the restaurant hungout with us. The restaurant was jam packed but he'd put us at the best table and I think we were the youngest clients by about two decades. Tess being three decades younger than the average customer. It was lunchtime and we were also underdressed not in power suits.
Tess is gorgeous and I'm pretty fat, moon-faced, and I'm fine with her getting all the attention. Chuck flirted with Tess and I told him my winning story
Which is really boring and long so I won't recount it here!!
I don't want to use his real name / restaurant because Christine says he's still the owner...even though Chris doesn't work there anymore.
Basically he entertained me & Tess throughout the meal and he didn't charge us for it either! Too bad we only ate at that restaurant one time.
Damn. And it's a top rated SF restaurant. Oh well....you can't add up too much bad karma. I always like to stay in the indebted to me column rather than the indebted to others...that's one of my core operating principles.
If you were wondering**
Right, so I should really get on with this shitty legal paper I'm writing on business regulatory actions. Ugh.
next weekend is when my brother moves. I thought I had to help him move this weekend but I was confused. And today was a massage, but my normal masseuse at my gym, Sharron wasn't around. We had a sub. He was a bit too sexual, and I gave him the benefit of the doubt thinking he has sexuality issues but if he's getting a bit excited by touching my breasts along the sides or rubbing up the inside of my thigh just let him. I stayed alert in case he crossed the boundary but I look forward to the next time when Miss Sharron is back. She's the best. And I have had so many different people work on me. Of course, getting a little spoiled with the office chair massages from Clara's friend...whom I didn't like at first but she's getting the hang of my f*$'d up back. She is learning how to move properly over all the calcium deposits and torn fascia and scar tissue thickened areas. Besides, maybe I got off a little...no, I didn't. Oh well, g'night.
oops not getting off on Clara's friend...not getting off at all, but I can work on that with the Rodstar tonight.
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