First thing first: I. Am. Exhausted. I woke up yesterday at 4am (was that really yesterday?) and had D$ the most incredible boyfriend ever drive me to the airport. (Thank you D$, if you read my blog you would know that I am fully gracious of the fact that you drove me to the airport at 4:30 AM before you worked 10 hours as a highly paid UPS slave.)
eternally greatful, and d wonering what he got himself in to
After one flight to Atlanta, a three hour layover, a four hour flight to Phoenix, and getting fully acquainted with this book:
thanks google
I finally landed here.
beauty. hot, hot beauty.
I had to fly in to Phoenix for some marketing training, and although it is incredibly beautiful (and definitely in its own right) it is HOT. Like.. seriously. “Dry heat” is a myth. A sick myth that says just because it is 105 degrees, the air is dry and it isn’t as hot. WRONG. I laid by the pool for all of 5 minutes yesterday..each time I jumped in I got out and was immediately dry. Plus my lips got chapped after 8 seconds of being outside. EW.
you're welcome for the sweaty photo
I tried to run at the gym last night but this time change is killing me. I managed only a 2 mile walk/run (it was HOT in there) and 20 mins on the elliptical at the pace of an 80 year old woman.
pretending to be happy about fitness in an oven
Luckily this room service salad saved the day: Raspberry Vinaigrette Dressing, you can make your way into VA now, thanks!
if i said "winning" i'd say it right now
After forcing myself to stay up until it was 8pm Arizona time and 11pm on my internal clock, I passed out for 10 hours. Beauty. Training today was informational, and I felt pretty good about myself since I was placed into the advanced group after taking a test about the program. (Hey, I’ll take the ego boost!)
Until lunch time came around. I wish I snapped a photo, and more so I wish someone snapped a photo of my face when I saw the catered table. Upon first though I shouted to myself “YESSSSSS. BIG OL HOAGIES.” (Aka subs) BUT NO. What I thought was subs was a pile of baked potatoes the size of my face.
Baked potatoes. And a bar of toppings.
what da f**k
http://www.pollsb.com/polls/baked_goods
No protein.. I made an odd salad mix and had a potato bite before deciding that Arizona is all too weird for me. After lunch the jet lag hit and it all went down hill from there, as I facebook chatted with Danny and creepy men tried to get me to go out with them in Phoenix tonight. (Sure, I’m a little girl traveling here alone, let me just go out on the town with six large men.)
BASICALLY. I’m over it. I want my big comfy bed, a bottle glass of pinot (grigio, that is), and my danster. I can’t even work out tonight because I am too damn tired. Annnnd I’m out. xo If I make it til 8pm it will be a miracle, somebody buy me dinner.
and eating lunch across from this face
or, our family dinners
oh… and of course the beach.
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