Shanon’s Blog

It looks like I’m out of luck on finding the sunglasses. It makes me want to throw up because I just plain forgot them. I know a couple hundred dollars is not the end of the world, but as everyone knows money doesn’t come easily. So for me to be so completely irresponsible is just ugh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, but if I buy another pair I’m going to just duct tape them to my hand or something so that I can’t possibly lose them. I don’t want to think about it anymore. It makes me want to throw up.

I had a day to think about how much skinny pants really bother me and it’s worse today than it was yesterday. I just don’t understand. I guess it’s probably the same idea as people not understanding how I can wear Nike Shox with anything…shorts, jeans, an evening gown…and not care what they think. I don’t expect for my contempt towards the skinny jean to make anyone get rid of them or stop wearing them, but they still drive me crazy nuts. I see girls who wear them and I think they are just as bad. Why do these bother me so terribly much? Most of the time the girls who wear them shouldn’t be. So I get why they bother me so much. But the guys? I could not care any less about the body of a guy or the way a guy looks in his clothes personally. It’s all on the surface. I’m cringing typing this. I will say that if Keith ever came home in skinny pants I would lock the top lock and keep it that way until he put the pants that I threw to him from the window on his body and disposed of the skinny ones.

I need to get on the workout bandwagon again. I’ve just been tired and have no desire to do a whole lot physical. I have two softball games tonight, but I don’t feel all that well and would prefer not to play if I don’t have to. My neck feels like someone has slammed it with a bat and it’s hard to breathe and my eyes hurt and I just feel ick. And the fact that the games are at 8:45PM and 9:45PM doesn’t help either. That puts me home at about 11:30 and I get little sleep. It’s not a good time for no sleep. I don’t know. I should at least try and do something today to try and work out some of the soreness in my neck…I gotta figure out what that’s going to be. Maybe I will take Andrew to the batting cages. Probably not, but it sounds nice. And why would I go to the batting cages if I don’t want to play a real game. I make no sense sometimes.