Shanon’s Blog

Wow, what a vacation. If there was ever a plan to sleep as much as possible, I was able to carry it out. I slept more than I knew my body was capable of. I so needed that though. I feel like a lazy bum for it, but at some point your body just has to give in and accept like two solid days of sleep. It was fabulous. And I slept in good company, so that made it even better.

Let me try and remember the highlights of the week. On Monday we went out for dinner and fun. It was dinner and fun until I got pulled over on the way back. Apparently I had pulled up too far in the intersection at a red light. I didn’t run it. I wasn’t in the intersection completely. I had pulled too far past the fat white line, giving the officer reason to believe that I was drunk. I did the full on test. I watched the pen for what seemed like forever. I walked in a straight line and counted to nine, turned around and did it again. If you’ve never wanted to pee in your pants before, get pulled over at 1AM and try and walk a straight line on a windy day. It’s nerve racking. Drunk or not, you get that feeling that you’re doing SOMETHING worthy of going to jail for. My knees were shaking and I was convinced that even that was worthy of getting arrested for. I knew I wasn’t drunk, but you still get this “Oh my goodness” feeling that is completely overwhelming. I passed with flying colors, but it was still scary.

I didn’t work out once while we were off, so I feel like a fattie. My diet has been off because I was in not caring mode. But the way things are going, I’m about to be working out or doing something 7 days a week. Monday is the Velocity workout. Tuesday is co-ed softball. Wednesday is the gym. Thursday is football. Friday is workout (or most likely a day off, making it 6 days a week). Saturday is softball and football. Sunday is volleyball and softball. If I can keep this up, I will be in good shape. I will be ready for Mexico come Memorial Day Weekend. That’s my hope and if I can just stick with it, I’ll look fabulous. I don’t want a 6 pack or anything. I just want to be able to walk in a room and know that I’m in the top 5 hottest people there. I don’t think I’m there yet. On my way, yes. But not there now.

Over the break we were talking about how we would spend money if we won the lottery. I’m still thinking about it. I would hire my favorite performer for the biggest and best party EVER. But who would that artist be? The Dixie Chicks? A NKOTB reunion?  Missy Elliott? Diddy? Who would it be? I don’t feel like I can stop having this conversation with myself in my head until I come to an absolute conclusion. I know I’d buy a hella ski boat. And maybe a Jeep and crotch rocket. A yellow one to match my helmet. And maybe a pink camo one for my crazy days. I’d get a pretty shiny bicycle. Maybe a Schwinn because I don’t think I ever had one of those. I did have a pink and white Huffy and a green ten speed that I crashed into a tree one time because I was playing ambulance by myself because nobody in my neighborhood spoke English and I was trying to rescue my pretend friend in record time and couldn’t stop with the brakes before the tree made me stop. It hurt. I still remember that. Then one time I got a brand new Murray bicycle for my birthday. Not I have a red bike that I haven’t  ridden in years because it needs a new chain and tire tubes.

I should let people hire me to come to their party and do Karaoke. Or at least be the back up dancer for people who want to be the singer. I could make a lot of extra money that way. Maybe I will buy a website or something. Probably not, but it sounds cool in theory.