Yuck. Even though it was icy, surprisingly its not that cold. Just hovering around freezing. I'll take that over wind chills below zero. Nah mean? I got called in to work today because we were on for hours and hours and hours because of the ice and more than 400 school closings and delays. 2 of the 4 morning folk called off. Yah. Bubonic plague is rampant in the newsroom. I most definitely went to all the surfaces I thought any of them might have touched with the clorox wipes. Don't play. I was sick last month, I don't want to get into February with my lung on the floor. I'm cool on that. Part of the reason I went? Tomorrow will make my 6th day this week which means I get time and a half for my 11 hour shift. HOLLA!!!!
After work, I went to the gym (just a workin on my fitness). Of course G(ym guy) was there. You know I was with the hello and the keep it moving. Then BK! I know, I know. I've got to stop with the fast food. I decided I needed to get some fries since Tuesday (MARDI GRAS!!) is the last day before Lent and I haven't had any in a few days. Sigh. Oh Lenten season. I need to go all out man. I think all day long on Tuesday I eat nothing but fries. Speaking of Mardi Gras... when I think of that I think of New Orleans, which means I think of fave roomie. Please pray for her. Her grandma just died on Monday. Yes, less than two weeks after her baby was born. She didn't get to go see her grandma because she couldn't take Sydnee anywhere yet because her immune system isn't strong enough. :(
On a brighter note, I've taken some pictures in the last week or two. "Like to see them? Here they go!" (Paraphrase) "Free your miiiiiiiiind and the rest will folloooow!" Nothing like some EnVo.gue to get you in the celebratory mood. I know some of you (ahem LA AND X!!) will say something about these pics like "How typical" but I really don't care! First, in honor of fridge Friday, I call this picture, "Yes, I'm actually a Mexican." I put all my Mexican-esque (or should that be Mexican-o?) food on the table so you could fully understand. Y'all know I want to marry a Mexican. There are three, count 'em, THREE jars of salsa, two packs of tortilla shells and two bags of tortilla chips. And those are just the multiples. I can't help it. IT'S JUST. SO. GOOD!
Remember the fat tour? My hour and a half trip just for food from my homeland? What? Charlotte is considered a homeland!! I took pictures of that, too. Yes, I'm petting the cup of S.onic limeade. (Peep my other love, Vaseli.ne Lip Therapy in jumping in the picture.) Did I tell you I'm now in love with limes? They're my new thing. If I could get some lime sorbet I would die. DIE I SAY!! And for our next part of the fat tour... those tell tale dots.Is that what I think it is? Oh it is.Ahhhhhhh! That was the choir of angels. Is your face as beatific as mine? Do you have that dreamy stare and a bit of drool? Moi aussi. *wipe* But wait! There's more.You should see how close to the screen my face is right now. My mouth is seriously watering. Love in your mouth. Ooh uh oh. Oh uh oh looove in your loooove in your mooouth! (Most ignorant song ever!) I can't remember who asked me what possessed me to go on the fat tour. I don't even know but it was so so worth it! I'm sure I'll do it again one day. Anyway I get to go back to work at 11:30 tonight. Can't wait. (sarcasm) Time to pop bottles.