Day 231 = Gym + Mom

I gotta feelin', that today's gonna be a good day! I know, not quite the Black Eyed Peas song you were hoping for, but it's only 9:30 am.

I worked out at the gym this morning and again, there goes Regan with her compliments. "You look so tiny!" And I was like, "Really, my muffin top is becoming a mini muffin?" We did these squat things over the stool (the one that I HATE) and she was like sit, but don't sit. And I was like, I hate this. And she was like, it's gonna make your butt look good. And I was like, good, because I want my ass to pop out like a shelf, yo.

So after the gym, I went to Einstein's Bagels and actually sat down and ate breakfast and caught up on some blog reading from my iPhone. Then my boss called, and here is where it gets good, y'all, he was like, "TAKE THE DAY OFF!" And I was like, hellllzzzz yeah. See, nice guy!

It's really perfect timing because my mom is coming to visit me this weekend. Here is a picture of her when she was about my age. She was HOT. A total MILF, and I'm just saying that because I know there are men who'd say that but of course I'd never try to impose that activity on my mother. It is my sweet mother, Carol.

Now you know with my spreadsheets and lists and agendas, I have the weekend planned already. First I'm going to pick her up at the airport and then we are going to walk around Town Lake. Tonight we're going to dinner with some of my friends. Tomorrow while I run 12 miles, she's going to walk around my neighborhood. Then we're going shopping and getting pedicures and looking for Halloween costumes and then a cooking class. And on Sunday before she leaves, we're having brunch with more friends and then another walk around Town Lake (she likes Town Lake) and then who knows what. We'll just play it by ear.

Oh - and all the catching up to do. Having her visit is way better than Skype.