Just another day...

OMG. It happened again.

I decided to go to work a little bit earlier today. I woke up, did my usual morning routines (ie. check instagram), showered, did my make-up, sat in my closet pondering life for a minute or two, got dressed in a smart sweater dress and burgundy leggings with gunmetal accessories, fixed my hair and was ready even before my ride was! Of course it took a little longer than usual to get to work (traffic is always worse earlier than later). So when I finally arrived, to make up a few seconds of time I quickly walked into the building and saw the elevator was there and people were getting on. I quickened my pace to catch the elevator and... promptly TRIPPED on the rug in front of it.

After that, everything happened in slow mo. I think I could literally see my boot get caught on the piece of rug that wasn’t flush with the floor, and my arms flailing out to catch my fall…the yelp that escaped from my mouth, the inevitable look of "WTF just happened?" on my face (again) and of course the looks of shock and pity on the faces of the FULL ELEVATOR OF PEOPLE.

Yep.

To make matters worse, my leg was already a little sore from all the leaping I did at the gym the night before. (Yes, I said leaping. It’s for Sh’Bam. Yes, I said Sh’Bam. It's this dance class similar to Zumba but less latin and more leaping.) Anyways, I picked myself up as gracefully as I could (not particularly easy as you can imagine) and limped my way into the elevator. There were a few “Are you alrights?” and of course I answered “Yeah. Just in pain. Thanks.” 

PS. Thanks everyone for rushing to help me up. (Note: No one rushed to help me up).

Just another day in my totally fab life. Welcome.

I'll think of a title later...

I know. I'm doing it again. Neglecting this little blog, that I so love to write! Honestly, there is just not enough time in the day and I'm truly the biggest procrastinator in the world. My sister even told all my wedding guests this tidbit about me during her speech at my wedding. Of course she did it in a little rhyme which made it cute but didn't make it any less true. I do EVERYTHING at the last possible minute. I don't even know what I do before that last possible minute! I just know that I do anything else I possibly can, BEFORE I have to do the thing that needs to be done. And it's not even just boring stuff that I procrastinate about doing! I mean sure, everyone always wants to put off doing something like cleaning the house or a boring task at work, but doesn't everyone rush to do something they like doing? Take writing this blog for example, I love writing it - it's like a form of therapy, where I can tell you about the fabulous (read: embarrassing, funny, dumb, exciting, interesting, fantastic, etc.) things that happen in my life. But even though I love it and have many stories to tell you, I can never get to it. 

Sometimes I'm not even doing anything and think to myself "This would be a perfect time to blog!" 

So I pull out my laptop, log in, ponder a witty title, decide to use a word I'm unsure the meaning of, Google said word, see something else in the list that comes up that distracts me, google THAT instead and before you know it, I have 5 windows open looking at other people's blogs, getting jaleux of the clothes they're wearing in their blogs, wishing I had a professional photographer that followed me around taking pics of MY outfits for my blog, google outfits I would wear in my blog, check my credit card balances, decide I can't afford to buy said outfits for my blog, go to my closet and sit on the floor, looking at what I have to work with, decide to organize my closet, take everything OUT of my closet, begin the re-organization, get called down to eat dinner,  watch some PVR'd show during dinner, move to the couch to finish the show after dinner, decide to watch 2 more episodes of said show, fall asleep on the couch,  wake up at 1:00am, stumble up to my room, trip on the clothes I took out of my closet, throw everything back into my closet, decide I will organize it tomorrow, wash my face, brush my teeth and go to bed. Yeah. Procrastination. 

PS. This post was gonna be how I decided to have a pop-up sale at work. Guess I will have to write about it next time...