Day #3

June 29, 2014

4:01 a.m.: I slept through the alarm – Well, I must have hit snooze because the alarm wasn’t sounding the entire time.

4:28 a.m.: I woke up FINALLY – Right on – 27 extra minutes of sleep today – 🙂

The agenda today was to write for myself and to write and publish for MMM, Inc., the company I “ghost write” for. I do the bulk of their work on Sundays.

My ghostly cohort, who writes for another division, is my new friend Ms. S-Fitness.

She and I are “twins” except she’s older than me and we are not related. However, we live in parallel universes-

We look alike, have similar philosophies, express ourselves similarly, drive Kia Optimas, and shop at Whole Foods – plus we write and market our own materials, we write about fitness and nutrition, we workout with dedication and passion, and we empower other women.

I’m producing two weeks worth of material today in preparation for my stint in Hawaii. #needavacation

In reviewing the rest of my schedule today, I saw that I have 1 client at 11; and I need a monster workout and a pedicure.
9:30 a.m.: After publishing 5 blog posts, I was at the gym on the treadmill walking and editing another post for MMM – so much for the monster workout.

10:05 a.m.: The limo (bus) picked me up at our predesignated spot. And lucky me – the money machine was not working – FREE RIDE!

10:17 a.m.: On my walk to the studio from the station, my client and co-worker Mr. Trainer called me. He thought he had been on the schedule after our other mutual client (the one I knew I had scheduled for 11).

Mr. Trainer wasn’t on my books, but I said I didn’t mind seeing him. I just have to catch my limo (bus) at 25 minutes after the hour, whatever hour that happens to be.

I texted Youngest to tell her I would be an hour later returning home – that I would be starving – so she should plan on being starving too so we could eat together.

So much for the pedicure I so desperately need!

During my walk, I also received a text from Mr. Naive, whose character name really should be changed based on the following conversation.

Side note – I’m not fond of feeling sorry for people, especially men who really should be more capable of taking better care of themselves. However, he is fairly new in town, so I would also prefer not to pass harsh judgment. 

That said, I despise anybody feeling sorry for me as well, because I KNOW I can take care of myself.

His message said that he was in desperate need of a new place and if I knew of anyone who could help him out.

I told him that I had heard that the guy I was dating last fall was selling his house – that I don’t talk to him – but I would give him his number and see if he would rent Mr. Naive a room until the house sells.

Mr. Naive said that he needed help – like “can’t pay rent – temporary.”

I replied, “Oh – Yikes. So are you looking for money or a place to stay?”

He said, “Well, never thought about just money. Yes, money will help. I just never ask for money because it’s a touchy subject.”

WTF???!!! #boysarestupid – #especiallygirlyboys

I said, “Right – and becoming a squatter in someone’s living space is not a touchy subject???????”

He said, “I guess you’re right – LMAO.”

I set the whole asinine conversation aside – I wasn’t about to jump through hoops for someone who may or may not be putting forth an effort in correcting a so-called “temporary” situation.

If it were me, I’d find a way to “live” at the gym. I mean, Wil Smith lived in a bathroom temporarily in The Pursuit of Happyness.

11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m.: Clients –

Here’s the latest from American Assassin: Mitch Rapp and Stan Hurley just cleaned out a Swiss Bank account owned by the Russians and some terrorist outfit … They moved the money to a bunch of different off-shore accounts, up to about 153, and then consolidated the money back into about 8 accounts.

I told Mr. Trainer that I would love to do something like that someday. #money

He asked how I was going to get through my week away without Mitch Rapp – He said he could send me the audiobook so I could keep listening.

I explained that my trip was a total detox, including from electronics, so I would just have to be held in suspense and listen when I get back.

I didn’t think Mitch would torture any bad guys while I was gone.

1:05 p.m. to 2:25 p.m.: I arrived at the limo (bus) station a few minutes early. It was well shaded with benches. I had eaten a nectarine and a plum on my walk from the studio – They were so ripe that the juice ran down my arm.

There was a water fountain at the station, and I used it to clean the sticky juice from my hands.

The limo (bus) picked me up and dropped me off just outside of Whole Foods. I decided that since I was there, I might as well pick up something. I texted Youngest, and she requested a frozen fruit slush bar on a stick (Popsicle) – Lime.

I walked home through the Arizona oven, walked up the stairs, and in the door, where I immediately stripped off the sweaty clothes, replaced them with dry clothes, and made myself a meal.

I proceeded to write, post, write, and post.

I took a little break and asked Youngest to walk on my back.


I completed 3 emails and 2 chapters (blog posts) to catch everyone up on the incredible adventures of Captain Amazing.

I posted The Divine Date Night, which is quite a bold move for me to put something like that out there. I’m stretching my comfort limits.

It made me ridiculously excited for tomorrow.

It’s cool that our fun nights are Mondays – so we look forward to Mondays.

I also posted The Previous Weekend Part 1.

I had had such an awesome weekend that I would be remiss in not sharing it as part of my “day in my life” series.

I’ll get to Part 2 tomorrow. It might even be 3 parts – I haven’t decided yet.

9:40 p.m.: I went to bed…

❤ I love my bed. ❤


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