everybody's working for the weekend

i know this shouldn't be my normal default...just passing the time until its the weekend, but i can't help it...i am.

its my birthday week...happy birthday to me! i'm so jazzed that i have Friday off...lots to get done in my life before Friday comes.

things to get done:

• the volv is in the shop today. don't worry, preciouses...nothing bad will happen to her. she's just getting a little tune up...making sure some of the things that she needs to run well are in tip top shape.
• hair time on wednesday...hello more blonde! thank you roommate for being a kick-ace hairstylist.
• i was going to join a gym for the summer...mostly because i miss spinning like the dickens. and, while xtreme fitness is a great cheap alternative to any other gym in the area, i remember, over these past few weeks, why i ABHORE them...they call...and call...and call...and tell me (via voicemail because I NEVER pick it up) that i signed on to an e-mail list requesting info (which i didn't), and then they keep calling. Multiple times during the day, which clues me in to two very important facts. 1. they are disorganized. i can just imagine that they have some list that people call off of, and when the first shift gets in, someone calls me, and then, again, when the second shift people come in, they call again, just to make sure...which leads me to my second point: 2. they are desperate to the point of being annoying. we've all had that friend that just calls and calls and calls, without much effort on our end. urgh...it makes me so annoyed when i see them calling. next time, i'm going to answer and kindly tell them that i don't go places that stalk me over the phone. just a general practice of mine. so...off to find another gym that has alternating spinning and yoga classes each day of the week. it may just be sun oaks time again.
• i have another big day on Friday...lots to talk about and dialogue through...actually, tons running through my mind right now. if it weren't for my roommate listening to my incessant ramblings and occasional tirades, i don't know what i would do. if you don't know my roommate...get to know her. she's pretty dang awesome. come to think of it, i should go out to coffee with my old favorite roommate julie...Um, Tut...want to do coffee soon? I know you read this, so i expect an answer forthright. (old english is always a tradition of mine...i used it around the time of my birthday, and not for the rest of the year.)
• i have to write a birthday blog list. i'm putting this one off..mainly because all the things that i want are either really retarded (the lady gaga cd...i know, i know...i just love it) or really mundane (best buy gift cards...so i can buy the lady gaga cd). i'm feeling social anxiety because i have to write this list. actually, in the grand scheme of things, i'm going to embrace this as a good exercise in self-appreciation and exceptance. we didn't talk about that last Friday, but i'm also trying to supplement my therapy with other therapy terms and ideas and giving myself homework.
• i want to go shopping this week for more cute summer dresses. i can't help it...i'm in a summer dress kind of mood! i want more cute things! But, the big question is: can the budget handle it? Maybe it can...maybe it can't. Where's my financial peace accountability partner? Take my debit card out of my hand!!! :)

And, well, that's it really...doesn't seem like a lot, but it feels like tooooooooooo much. Acutally it doesn't. Just feels like more than i normally accomplish, but hey, i can handle it...I can handle it. (I'm practicing my positive self affirmations.) I can handle it.

Ok, i know i sound like a freak...if only you knew how kidding i am. Kidding...but not kidding.

Let's get 'em!