Dear diary

i have come out of solitude yet again. i haven't blogged continuously in a bit. i won't bother giving excuses cos they would be just that excuses!

i feel a dear diary kinda entry coming on. just till i get back in the swing of writing again. u know the good ole writers block. even though i dare not consider my self a writer. i ran across a blog the other day i think www.olawunmi.blogspot.com i just love his command of words. at ist i thot it was a woman thanks to the name, shoo i was glad at finding another talented sister but i am not disappointed non the less. the writer is a he.

anyways back to my dear diary entry.

Got a very slow start to the day. i could not get out of bed till 11.a.m today. eventhough i haer woken up earlier to make hubby is breakfast b4 he went to work n just flopped right back in bed as soon as i set his plate down on the table. i have blamed it so far on the last 2 classes i took at the gym. the killer barbell strength and step classes. u know one should really know ones place when it comes to things like that. the barbell strength training class was an accident. i went intothe class thinking i was going into a step class. i chose a nice spot in back so i can slack off when i get tired without feeling too guilty. i saw everyone picking out equipments, barbells, extraweights, mats e.t.c tyhat should have been the lightbulb moment but i was sure i had checked the schedule right, it said step at 5.45 so i was sure they would whoop out the steps shortly, well i folloewd the masses picked up some eqipment toon waied for the teacher as we were a little early. i looked a round the class. hmm the only blck chick. well not too surprised, the neighbourhood th gym was in was kinda an exclusive one anyways so go figure. but not only was i d only blck chick but everyone else seemed to be the type a personality, size 0 wearing chick. hmm, what r tehy doing in here anyways. anywaus i got chatting wiv soem of the ladies nxt to me n the instrucotr came in. i sear she looked no more than 16 and yet another size 0. whatever u'all, making me look so obese. anyways she introduced herself n said the name of the class i was like bar bell gini? but i was not ging to be outdone by all those size 0s. n besides God forbird the lazy black stereotyoe so i was sticking to my guns.

lets say about 10 mins into the class, i was looking at the cloack, when is this turture going to end. i looked around n everyone was just chilling like they went even lifting anything. n the instructor had the nerves to tell us to do push ups. i jusy lay oe th florr till they were done. i am not about to kill my self o jare. well i endured it till the end unbelievably so. but nxt time i see euipments i will be running the other way. so the nextday, yesterday comes, i am here again n thank God i finally found the right class. steps, how ahrd can it be. if anyone can usrvie the 1004 steps living on the 11th floor. i should be good. except, i didn't factor in a psycho trainer. that lasy had has doing crazy combinations like no other, its hard enough trying to keep up especially since i did asheju n had three levels up when my outof shape beginner self should ahd just stcuk tothe basic steps , i went n raised mines up three levels. need i say that my heart felt like it was going to pop right out my chest n my calves, oh my calves, hmm only i understamd the kind og limping n walking style that i have been reduced to. anyways she had d nerve to pit togehter combinations that make u actually think. i am sorry my brain is too busy thinking what d hell r u doing? r u trying to commit suicide? what tiem is it? i am never coming back? shoot which is my left foot again? i am too tired to even rationale that. then u got me doing mumbo sashe, 2step, round the world, travel knees, 2 step, lstep then jumping jacks enter on right knee blah blah blah. i couldn't take it. stood n wathch the other hefers do the thing like it was easy.

so ok my whole body is beat up. but i am going for the kick boxing class today. hope i won't be dead by the end of the wk. oh i do have latin fusion to look forward too how hard can that be shebi its salsa now.

anyways back to my day today. i finally drag my self out of bed around 11 when my phone rang and it was this higly undicernable male voice asking me 4 directions to my place. oh, i only was able to figure that out after like about 15 mins of hun , i can;t understand u. ok i hate to say this but i cannot stand nor understand why these peeps form spanish speaking countries refuse to learn english.!!!!

i mean some of them have been in this country for yrs. imagine, 10,15, 20 yrs living here in the states n still no english haba. some of them don't even try. why should they afterall spanish is almost a secong languauge here. try use calling cards its no more press 1 4 english but presso numero uno for espaniol then u can press 2 4 english. call any company up that has automated recordings, same thing. there is spanish translation of every literature, instructions. i mean why should they bother.

other nationales come here n even ifnot master d language at least they try. but not these people. what happened to the good ole if u live in rome act like a roman. i mean spanish is almost becoming a compulsory 2nd language. some job requirement actually state 4 bilingual in spanish a must.

how in d world are they able 2 get awya wiv this. they really need to go try that wiv the brits.

anyways back to my story so i end up spending another good ole 20 mins trying to spell the world little. i actually only got tthrough li. the t was a no go. he kept on saying c. i said nooo. t like tom, truck, u r a truck driver aren't u. ( he was coming to tow my brothers car) . good 30mins n i still couldn't get done spelling the name of my street. i agev up n just told him to call my brother let him deal wiv this mess.

he finally got to the beginnign of my street n said he couldn't come in cos he had a huge truck n a car on it n my streeet had too many trees. he wanted me to drive the car to meet him. i am like dude, i told u like 3 times already. the car doesn't drive. thats why its being towed duh.! anyways long story short i end up using my car to bump this car doen the strrt, inot a busy street allthe way to where he parked the truck at a mcdonalds. imagine if we had been stopped by the cops. the ar didn't even have tags. only a black person n a spanish sperson car do that in broad daylight wiv no fear.

well thats it for todays dear diary entry. gotta go do my wifly duties. didn't get a chance to proof read. forgive any typos