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I think that

 The Chad

 is angry with me because

 I missed last Friday.

 I was dog sitting

 Pugsly

 and Lola

 and sometimes my blackberry alarm doesn’t go off.

 This is not an issue at home

thanks to my Disney Princess Alarm Clock.

 It is not just me sleeping through the blackberry alarm,

 I swear.

I even tested it when I was awake.

 SO, I over slept last Friday.

I woke up at 6:45

 (I can’t believe I just

 wrote that I over-slept by waking

 up at 6:45… Blech! Shake it off)

 and knew I wouldn’t be able to feed the dogs,

 let them out,

show up late,

do my tractor tire flippage,

shower and make it to work on time.

 I called on my lunch hour

 to say sorry and wrote an email.

I also wanted to find out

 if we were working out on

Labor Day.

I didn’t hear anything back

so I assumed no labor day workout

(everyone needs a day off, right?

 Even former Olympic weight

 lifters like The Chad)

and stayed in Flagstaff for extra snuggle time.

So I show up today at 6:30 a.m.

and there is no The Chad to be found.

I waited 15 minutes and then left.

Guess what I did when I left?

I’m going to give you choices;

Taylor left Ikei Performance and

a) Went home and hopped back in her bed

b) Went to breakfast

c) Google mapped her nearest 24 fitness via her blackberry and did a workout all by herself with no yelling or pushing from The Chad.

d) Went to work super early so that she could read blogs

If you chose C you are totally correct.

 Go ME.

24 hour fitness was fine. There were a lot of chatty women in the locker room. I get a little nervous with naked chatty women. I grew up in a naked house, but really? Please don’t talk to me without at least a towel on. I don’t know where to look.

So, I’m huddled in a corner, blow drying my hair with one hand, covering my eyes with the other, and a clothed woman

(thankthelord)

comes up and does the,

 “OMG is that your natural color?”

I get this a lot being a natural blonde

(especially when people see me

 with no make-upand my face is see through

 and without brows or lashes),

but somehow it never gets old.

I reply, “Yes, yes it is my natural color,”

while shaking my hair like

 I’m in a Pantene Pro-V commercial.

Then she goes on to tell me

about her son’s friend who has pretty hair

 like me and is just a natural beauty like me.

I smile and nod my head.

Bring on the early morning praise!

Feed my ego!

After all, I just spent 30 minutes

 on the cross trainer next to a

 geriatric woman

 USING OXYGEN

who was pedaling faster than I.

She said

(not the geriatric oxygen lady),

 “When you were born your hair must have been WHITE!”

 “Actually,” I reply,

 “my hair was red when I was born.

 Then it turned blonde.”

Clothed Lady: “Really? How funny!”

ME: “Yes, I know.

Do you want to talk about me

 some more?

I could tell you about

 my childhood…

I won lots of awards,

spelling bees and speech meets.

I could recite some Ann Frank for you?

Perhaps the I Have a Dream Speech?

 A Shel Silverstien poem, perhaps?”

JK.

I Just said,

“Yes, I know. It is weird.”

Then I went to work.

P.S. Want to see the ugliest red-deaded baby ever?

there she is! her name is taylor.

don't worry.

 I turned into the cutest kid

 ever a few months later.

please see;

exhibit a:

exhibit b:

SOOOO much cuter than this kid, for example;

ha-ha. I win.