Mid afternoon boredom

It's 2 o'clock and I am having a midday attack of the "I wish I didn't work for a living"s. It's moments like this, when I really don't feel like any of my work is either interesting or important, that I wonder what it would be like to be born wealthy. In college Hubs (then boyfriend), Jefe and I would religiously watch Rich Girls on MTV. Rich Girls was the "reality" show about rich girls (hahah, funny right) Ali Hilfiger and Jaime Gleicher. They were still in high school when the show aired, but anyone watching would never know. When they went out to eat they were served drinks just like everyone else. Ali worked for her dad and produced a line of clothing for Tommy Jeans one season (I think). In one episode, Jaime spent 5,000 dollars at Bed Bath and Beyond on stuff for her college dorm. Another episode highlighted Ali's superficial life breakdown while cooking a burrito ("I just want the meat with the cheese and the bean!"). Anyways, back to my point, I always think about that show (or the several thousand like it now, real and scripted) when I'm having a mid work I don't want to work attack. The Rich Girls lives are so different than mine, it seems like so much fun. I think I could never get bored of spending money, going out to eat and exercising. I could blog all day! Hey, maybe I would even know someone in the publishing industry and I could get a book published (even if I had no idea how to write! Have you read some of the books by celebrity authors? That's a whole other blog topic). But would it really be all the fun it looks like? Maybe at 2 o'clock on weekdays Ali and Jaime sit down and stare into space wishing they were stuck in a basement office looking over patches to get ready for the next software update coming to the software system they dream of supporting? Nah...that would never happen.

Anyways, I'm running my 5 miler today in Weston. I'm a mix of nervous and excited. I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not going to be able to run the whole thing. I tried to run five miles straight on Tuesday and it was a mess. But, I'm not going to worry about walking, I'm just going to have fun. I'm number 491, and got this horrid lime green shirt to commemorate the race. I will wear it proudly .....never. Hubs and Guin are going to come and watch me finish. I'm so excited. Guinness loves running (though he calls it zoomies).

I told Hubs to bring the camera, so hopefully I'll have some great pictures to update with tomorrow. For now, I'll leave you with a picture of Guinness, cause honestly, I don't think a cuter dog exists.