let’s call this a mid-year resolution
I’m doing something BIG. Important. And it’s going to be hot.
I have just signed up to do my first Fitness competition next year. It’s late March. And that means I have less than a year to get it together, but my personal trainer has assured me that it’s doable. (She’s also training to do a “comeback” bodybuilding competition.)
I’m scared. I’m nervous. Yet, I’m motivated. I’ll be keeping my blog updated with pictures and such…that should at least keep me accountable. Yes!
(If you have no idea what Fitness competitions are — here’s a link to the website of one of my hero’s and the most incredible woman on the planet — www.fitnessunarmed.com)
i am not your b*tch
Dear friend:
Just in case you were unaware….I am not your b*tch. I am also not your storage facility or your post office box.
Please stop having your mail sent to my house. Since you are the one who wants to attend a new college, have those things sent to YOUR address. Please pick up your belongings that have been taking up space in my closet for almost a year.
I am sorry that the items you need to pick up weigh over 75 lbs and you cannot lift it yourself. I went to the store and picked it up, carried it up a flight of stairs and stored it in my closet. It is YOUR responsibility to get it home.
Just because I own an SUV does not mean I will help you move. You’re not paying me and I only volunteer at homeless shelters and hospitals now.
Don’t act surprised when you haven’t seen me for awhile or when I state that I don’t want to be bothered. The truth is that I just don’t feel like being used today.
Don’t get mad when I tell you that I can’t be home for you to pick up your stuff today. No matter how badly I want it out of my house, I’m not going to disrupt my schedule for you. You want it now? You’re just going to have to wait. You were supposed to be pick it up 7 months ago. You’re lucky it’s not just out on the street.
Sincerely,
UB
