A Walk in the Park

After a beautiful day yesterday, I was promptly in bed and sound asleep by 11:00 pm last night.  It was positively perfect, and I would have been happy as a clam had a guy on his motorcycle not awakened me from a dead sleep at 3 this morning.  Apparently his battery died, and he was jumping it with his friend’s car in an attempt to get it started.  This required lots and lots of revving and exceptionally bright headlights shining right into my bedroom window.  It was delightful.

Also delightful?  The video of the whole situation that I shot with my iPhone immediately upon waking up.  Apparently, in my grogginess, I thought it would be good to have a video of all the noise to accompany my story.  Unfortunately, as soon as I turned the camera on the noise quieted down, and now, instead of a fascinating inside look at the midnight world of motorcycle repair, I have a video of my blinds (because I wasn’t awake enough to actually move the blinds out of the way) that is crazily narrated by a half-asleep Erin.  The Honey Badger guy (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg) has nothing on me.

The motorcyclist has since left, but I’m still wide awake, so I thought I’d upload some pictures from my perfect Friday.

I decided to take myself on an afternoon movie date at the Magnolia to see Woody Allen’s new movie A Midnight in Paris.

I went to the 1:30 showing, and the theater was absolutely packed. I guess everyone had the same idea that I did!  After drinking about 6 glasses of iced tea at lunch and a coke at the movie, I was dying to go to the bathroom after the show.  The Magnolia is a fairly upscale theater, and you generally don’t find graffiti on the bathroom stalls.  Today, however, I randomly chose the one stall with bathroom graffiti. It spoke to me, so, of course, I took a picture.

I’ve never really understood graffiti (for example, why do people have long conversations/arguments with each other on the bathroom stall? Do people really go back to the same icky gas station bathroom stall just to check the status of their argument?  I suppose so since I was once in a bathroom that said something like “Janet & Tom Together Forever!” This was then crossed out with a note that said “Not anymore.” Either Janet came back to the stall to set the record straight or else another bathroom patron took it upon herself to make the correction.  Either way, I just don’t get it), but I thought these were good words to live by as far as bathroom messages go.

After the movie, I was driving home when all of a sudden I came across the most beautiful park.  I don’t know how I didn’t know that it existed before, but I’m glad that I discovered it today.  I immediately parked my car and got out for a spontaneous walk.  Along the way I took pictures, and I thought I’d post a handful here.  Be aware–this post is exceptionally photo heavy!

I came upon this goose (duck? swan? I need a lesson in fowl.), and he didn’t move at all.  I’m hoping he was just sleeping, but he was eerily still.

Check out the blue eyes on this handsome fellow:

Reading break!

I love this tree!

I love the picture above.  It just perfectly captures the serene beauty of the park.

After my most wonderful walk, I came home and got ready for a fun dinner with a great friend.  We had a great time, and it was the perfect cap to my day.

It’s 6:00 am now, and I’m finally tired, so I think I’ll go try to squeeze in a short nap before the adventures I have planned for today.  Night!

This is Why I’m Hot

You know those days when you wake up and feel a little unsure about your ability to attract a member of the opposite sex?  When you’re not feeling your sexiest or you feel like you’re just not put together?  I have those days sometimes.

But not today.

No, today, I was keenly aware of what a catch I am.  Now before you start questioning my humility or contemplate writing a comment that will bring me down a notch, let me make my case with a little visual.

I slept in fairly late this morning (yay, summer!), and when I woke up, I felt the urge to work out.  I must have slept hard last night because when I looked in the mirror I had sheet marks creased into the sides of my face and up and down my right arm.  Not wanting to lose my work-out motivation, I quickly threw my hair up into a pony tail and went to get my tennis shoes.

I quickly put on my socks and was lacing up my first shoe when I realized that in my haste I failed to change out of my pjs.  This might not have been a big deal had I slept in boxer shorts and a t-shirt, but I was hot last night and slept in only a t-shirt and my underwear.  Knowing that I would be working out in private (my elliptical is in my guest bedroom) and not wanting to unlace the shoe I just put on, I thought “the hell with it,” and went ahead and laced up my second shoe.

I had a nice, tough workout and was completely flushed and sweaty by the time it was over.  Feeling quite energized, I pranced into the kitchen for a glass of water.  It was at this moment that I caught my reflection in the mirror.  There I was, a grown woman of 31, dancing through her house in nothing but a t-shirt, a pair of underwear, and socks and shoes.  Not to mention the fact that my face was beet red, my sheet creases had not yet fully disappeared, and my sweaty hair was sticking straight up on the top of my head.  I literally cracked up at myself and thought, “Dang, I’m a catch!”

I decided that I should probably get dressed and promptly changed into my bathing suit and went to my apartment pool to read, swim, and relax.  It’s a tough life I lead.

Because I promised pictures of my day, here’s a partial picture of me pre-workout:

Haha, gosh I post exciting pictures on my blog.

And here’s a picture of me at the pool:

The rest of the day was fairly quiet–I came back, ate dinner, cleaned my kitchen, and watched an episode of So You Think You Can Dance.  While I can’t promise that tomorrow will bring another pantless day for me, I can promise that I’ll be back with more pictures from my day. Until then!