Jul 27, 2011

what a day it has been

wow. what a glorious day.

First off, I am now swimming with my grandmother 4 days a week. 6am. up and at em @ 5 to make sure I make it on time for our "swim date" which by the way has been so much fun! I am the youngest by probably 30 yrs and am starting to catch on to my swim buddies hilarious sense of humor. I even wore a shower cap with rollers underneath yesterday. oh yes I did.

well TODAY swimming went great. I felt like I got a great workout in. When I finished my shower and started getting ready for work I suddenly went into panic mode. I realized I didn't have my BRA! I left that stupid boob holder at home. GAH! I had to make a quick decision. One of the locker room ladies mentioned over my shoulder that I should go wild and go free. bahaha. Not with these twin girls. Not a chance. So I decide to make a pit stop at wally world and get a new sports bra. Yeah a sports bra. I can use that when I get on the treadmill sometime soon. *wink* Well off I go. Secure in my decision to go get a new bra, I jump into Janet the Jeep and crank. nothing. Crank. NOTHING. Oh my Lord. really? REALLY?? Just chill. Pray. Chill. Finally Janet decided to cooperate and she cranked right up. Shew-wee. I make it to town and decide that I am not going to waste anytime in the "W" store and to go straight into work not look at anyone and just head straight to the bathroom to change. Ooooh no. I walk in and I have patients waiting on me. Ok. Quick think now. I try to postion myself so that my shirt hangs off of my chest so you cant really tell I dont have on MUCH needed support. FINALLY I get a few seconds and excuse myself to the ladies room. I come back much relieved and surprisingly comfy in my new sports bra and get back to my patients. Well here he comes. Mr. B. Quite spry for a upper 80s gentlemen. Usually overly flirty and touchy feely. Tall, slender and hunched over (He tries to look taller than he is though when he comes to my station). We engage in the normal convo, weather, family, the d@!* wait he had to endure for the lab. BUT it had to be TODAY. Oh yes. Mr. B casually said, " Honey, you really need to stop eating so much. I can tell you have put on a few pounds. You know, gained some weight" WHAT THA *@%&*^(*&^%#$%! Instead of punching out an old man, which I had a slipt millisecond thought to do just that, I chuckled lightly and said " Yes I have noticed. I really dont like to be reminded of the obvious thank you." He didn't really catch my drift and just continued with his usual babble. I guess I should just take a hint. Which brings be back around to that whole 6am swimming thing. I must remember that dang bra in the morning.

Guess what? My dad is headed over right now to pass along a letter that came in the mail.
JURY DUTY. Figures.

Hope you had a better one than me.


Sam said...

awww, Hannah! I love that you are blogging and i absolutely loved hearing about your old lady swim, no bra-fiasco! that is my normal..early morning swim with no bra afterwards...the difference is, NO ONE NOTICES MY TWIN GIRLS bhahahah!

seriously though. I love this. welcome back to the blog-sphere.

littlenelsonlady said...

OH MAN! Hannah! haha. They say proper boob placement really does take the lbs off. It was an illusion grandpaw! This Hannah Rae is losing the pounds and you can shove your weight comments into your skinny old man body in the form of peanut butter cups! Why do old men think they can say what ever! I tell ya!

Kellie said...

Oh Hannah, the bra fiasco cracks me up!

Caitlin said...

Hannah Rae, I have dearly missed your presence in the blogging world. As I read that entire post, I heard your oh-so-familiar voice in my head, southern twang and all, and it made me miss you somethin' rare!
I thought of you on Tuesday because, dun dun dun, I had to have blood taken! AH! I was flipping out, but it really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Though if it has to be done again, I'm sure I'd rather have you right there with me doing it, rather than some Scottish lady I don't know (as nice as she was). I almost passed out afterwards--I was holding it together until I saw that vial of bright red blood, MY bright red blood, sitting on the counter). Anyway, all this to say, I miss you, I love you, and I'm glad you're writing again. :)


Haha, my word verification is 'pricksal'.

Crazy Shenanigans-JMO said...

Oh don't you hate that! I forgot my bra once when I was having to change at work for an event afterwards and I freaked out!