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Shanon

What happens when your dog has an accident in her house and then satisfies her appetite with that accident? She throws it up and makes a HUGE mess all over your carpet in your room. I was an hour late to work today because of this disaster in my room. Oprah doesn’t usually have accidents, but something happened last night and she did. It was AWFUL. Truly AWFUL. What a way to start the day, right? But I think I earned it…

Yesterday was so fast paced and stressful with it being Kidd’s Kids Day that I just wanted to hang out with my friends. So I met up with some people for a Happy Hour and have a great time. Just hanging out at Barcadia…playing skee-ball and talking and dancing and laughing. I didn’t drink but a couple of beers, so I wasn’t drunk. But at 10:30 last night I hit that wall of being tired where I knew I couldn’t make it home. So I pulled over and slept in my car because I was probably in worse shape than if I had been drunk. I pulled into a small apartment complex and slept. Someone saw me and called the police. So the police come and knock on my window and I wake up to talk to them. I tell them what happened and they told me that I had to call someone to come and get me. So I called Keith and he came and got me. I’m such an idiot for letting myself get to that point of exhaustion. The police gave me a sobriety test to make sure I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t. Just exhausted and tonight I’m gonna go sleep. Not in my car in a random apartment complex parking spot. What’s funny is that the person who called the police on me called the police on the police. I guess maybe they were just bored. I don’t know. But police officers can hold great conversation when they’re given the time and if they’re nice enough to talk to you. We talked about my friends and trains and texting and all kinds of stuff. It was actually a good time. I guess if being detained by the police because you can’t stay awake long enough to drive home can be fun.

On a totally different note, thank you so very much to everyone who donated to Kidd’s Kids yesterday. It was a scary day to come into because people can’t even afford the gas to get to the collection locations, so the fact that you guys got together and did over $280,000 in one day is amazing to say the least. These families are getting ready for a trip they will never forget and won’t be able to take again and it’s all because of your generosity. That’s so cool that Kidd has given us this opportunity to touch the lives of so many people through Kidd’s Kids. I’m excited about the trip and meeting all of the kiddos I’ve not met yet…so for what it’s worth, I give you my sincere gratitude for making it possible.

I tried so desperately to take a nap yesterday, but the dogs weren’t having it. Keith apparently refuses to give his dog a haircut, so he can’t see and barks at every freaking noise he hears. Then Oprah either joins him in the barking or just whines nonstop. Not exaggerating. Try and take a nap with a dog who whines for an hour solid. Only yesterday it wasn’t just Keith’s dog, but it was also the fact that I’m a stupid mommy who gave Oprah a liver treat that came with her new Kong which upset her stomach. So yesterday was my shooting diarrhea day. So disgusting.

Have you ever had that person who you think might be having a little competition in their head with you? Does that make sense? The past three days at the gym there’s these two women who make a point of doing the machines right next to me and I’m pretty sure they’re judging me, so I feel a lot of pressure to outdo them. Yesterday the one got on the elliptical next to me, so I worked a whole lot harder to do a faster mile then them. I’ve gotten it down to a 9 minute mile now which was WAY faster than her. And she did a lower resistance than me. And she was older and uglier. But I kind of felt like Rocky knowing that I am apparently in way better shape than she is. Now if they don’t do the machines next to me I might do the machines next to them to show them how much better I am. I know it’s petty, but I’m a chic, so it’s ok.

Yesterday in the studio there was a push up competition. Andrew was happy with the fact that he could do 5 push ups. WHAT? I can’t do a whole lot of push ups, but I would be shocked if I could only do 5. Then I go home to Keith sitting on my patio being his loud talking self with NO SHIRT ON> Oh my goodness. Are we back to this? I think at this point he knows I’m serious when I tell him to put a shirt on because it’s just gross. He cares about himself less than Andrew cares about his body. I really think Andrew could kick his butt at a push ups contest. I don’t understand people with this mentality and I feel angry when I see it. So needless to say I was in a mood yesterday when I got home. I just think that Keith can’t bitch about not having a significant other who cares about him when he doesn’t even care enough to put on a shirt every day. So stop complaining to me about it.

Also, I got an email from someone I went to high school with asking for my help in organizing my high school reunion for the class of 1999. This is my worst nightmare. Nobody liked me in high school. I was awkwardly shy and had no friends. I was that person they make after school specials about. So why would I want to help organize a reunion? I mean I guess that maybe I’ve made something of myself so now they can see me then and now, but that would be the only reason I would go. What if everyone else is the CEO of a big company and has a family and is way more settled down than I am? What if they judge me for the changes I’ve made in my life since high school? It worries me and I want to throw up thinking about it, so how am I gonna feel when I’m driving up to this reunion? Would it be wrong of me to ignore any future emails from the people putting it together in an effort to stop the reunion? Ugh.