oh, the irony
I got home from work, changed clothes and headed out for my walk. As I was walking along I was thinking about how much better I've been feeling since I've begun the walking routine. More confident, for sure.
Tonight there was something of a 'cruise night' on our street, so as I was on the return I passed several souped-up hotrods, classic cars, and even some really crappy vehicles with ground effects and fuzzy dice. (I guess you always have to expect there are a few in the bunch). Every couple of cars, the guy who was driving would smile or wave at me, so you know I was feeling pretty heady about myself when I got back. I'm like, 'Yeah, I still got it.' Then, to make matters even more prideful, I walk inside with intentions of writing a blog, but decide to read my post from yesterday first.
When yesterday's post was originally written, my mind-set was introspective, sincere, and thoughtful. Today reading it I was more focused on judging the quality of the writing itself. I read it aloud, pausing in parts to let the power of my own words sink in. Yeah, nice I know. (Don't look at me like that, you're guilty of it too!)
I finished reading, quite proud of myself when I shifted my weight, and moved to sit indian-style in the chair.
...I stepped in dog poop. Way to be, Am.
How's that for a pride-killing reality check?
Tonight there was something of a 'cruise night' on our street, so as I was on the return I passed several souped-up hotrods, classic cars, and even some really crappy vehicles with ground effects and fuzzy dice. (I guess you always have to expect there are a few in the bunch). Every couple of cars, the guy who was driving would smile or wave at me, so you know I was feeling pretty heady about myself when I got back. I'm like, 'Yeah, I still got it.' Then, to make matters even more prideful, I walk inside with intentions of writing a blog, but decide to read my post from yesterday first.
When yesterday's post was originally written, my mind-set was introspective, sincere, and thoughtful. Today reading it I was more focused on judging the quality of the writing itself. I read it aloud, pausing in parts to let the power of my own words sink in. Yeah, nice I know. (Don't look at me like that, you're guilty of it too!)
I finished reading, quite proud of myself when I shifted my weight, and moved to sit indian-style in the chair.
...I stepped in dog poop. Way to be, Am.
How's that for a pride-killing reality check?
posted by Amber | 8:00 PM
3 Comments:
Well first off; YOU ARE A HOTTIE GIRL, it's a "Miller-girl" trait, we can't help it! :)
secondly; I think it's funny you stepped in doggie-doodoo...hahahahahahah SMOOTH AM!! lol
Love ya!
I smell what your stepping in. I think the guy in the car was trying to warn of impending doom.
I LOVE it!! haha Lace is totaly right we are the "Miller-Thrillers" don't forget it!! :) but I also have to say that stepping in dog poop is DEFFINATELY something I would do! Just puts a nice finishing touch on the story!! lovin it!! -- Livy
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