Sunday- Part 1

"Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance" - William Shakespeare

But not today. I am busy downloading music. Mostly Dixie Chicks, which does make me feel kind of bad cos I feel I should support them. But the card is expired on my itunes account. When I figure it out and find out which songs I like I'll go back and buy an album. Actually, I just need to buy myself a gift card cos don't like itunes to have my credit card #. People just aren't honest.

1- Good day at VW yesterday. No kids. Had a few good routes in me but then burned out quickly (shouldn't have tried that heinous 10b liebacky thingy). No endurance. But then I had a really good run at the gym. Heart rate never above 170 for 5 miles. WTF? Caramel popcorn must be the secret pre-workout power food. Note to self: buy more caramel popcorn. Another note to self; kick Josh in the shin for making me do pull ups; now my fucking shoulders hurt!

2-Went to Snowboard Connection to have my new board fixed. In my mind, I had a HUGE gash on one side that needed to be filled. So drove all the way downtown (crazy traffic) to get under the viaduct, circled forever to get a spot. Go in, guy looks at my board then looks at me like I'm a gaper and tells me it's fine go home and don't bother him again unless I have a real problem. IT"S HUGE! Why can't he see that?

3-Me and Sue had chicken and my ROCKIN' garlic mashpotatoes for dinner. Then watched "Frailty'. Totally average. But Bill Paxton does have a knack for playing religious kooks. And now I come to the admission that I have a thing for Matthew McConaughey. Its's the voice, not the abs. That's one rare thing my sister and I have in common. Suckers for a nice speaking voice with a smooth southern accent.
Now this isn't the same warm fuzzy feeling thing like I have for George and Peyton - that's real.
This is just a voice fetish thing. There is a definite possibility that in person, Matthew is a tool.