Sorry guys but I've been really really one-way for the last few weeks. I'm blogging. Alot. Well enough. But I haven't read hardly anybody elses. And I don't know why. I know I'm busy what with my trip coming up in a few days. But still. There is no excuse for it. Especially when you guys have been so good and cheered me on so much. I'm going to try and blame it on the fact that I don't want to read about other peeps running. You know, like the spoiled brat who doesn't want everyone else to have what she can't have. We all know her. I think I've taken over her role. Temporarily. Cause I get to start running on August 6 and I've already got a training schedule for the half and I can't wait to buy those new shoes I've had my eye on. But I'm gonna wait until I run in my old ones for a few weeks. You know, so I don't jinx myself or anything. I do apologize though. But feel that I will have PLENTY of time starting next week when I am condemed to Gulf Port, Misssissippi for 11 weeks (you know...I've been saying 10 weeks and just realized yesterday that it is in fact 11 weeks. Dangit!) Yes, I will have nothing better to do than study, look at hurricane damage, and blog. Oh, and call Troy. And I should have some good running updates. So, this is my I'm sorry. For being slack. And not cheering everyone else on. I'm being a brat. For now. But I'll be back. You mark my words. Probably sometime around next Wednesday. When the reality of 95+ degrees with no air conditioning (and yes, you read that correctly) sets in. And I can't go outside for fear of shriveling into a raisin. Then I'll be bloggin' and catchin up on all of ya'll. In the meantime, have some good runs.
Oh, one other thing. I went to Victorias Secret today to get a free pair of undies (there is a coupon for them in Women's Health). At any rate, of course they suckered me and I ended up picking up a whole bunch of other stuff. When I get to the register, sassy little 19 year old starts pressuring me to open an Angel Account. For those of you who don't know me (or Troy...gotta give credit where credit is due...no pun intended) I am on a crusade to become debt free and have not lived off of credit in almost a year now. I've actually SAVED (gasp) and paid off a ton in this time, and by October 2008 I will have paid off everything I owe (including car, student loans, etc). I'm totally stoked about it, and so it has made me very cynical when it comes to the use of debt tools, ie credit cards. So, there we were...me and the sales girl...and she's trying to force this Angel thing down my throat. And I finally say:
"I don't own any credit cards. Haven't for quite some time. And I don't believe in using them."
Do you think that shut her up? No.
She proceeded with:
"Well, how are going to build credit?"
Me: "I have already built credit over the last 15 years of my life and it has gotten me nowhere except in more debt. You don't need an Angel card to build credit."
Her: " Well, I hope you never have to take a loan out."
What did she just say?
Since when did Victoria's Secret start giving financial advice??? I promptly looked at her and said:
"You know what...take everything off. I've decided that I just want the free panties."
She: "are you sure"
Me: "Yep, and maybe next time you will think about what you are saying BEFORE you say it."
I left. Called Troy. We had a GOOD laugh about how naive this young girl is and how she can probably sit in her apartment closet full of Victoria's Secrets stuff at the end of the month and cry while she trys to figure out how to pay her maxxed out credit card. It's just such a shame. At any rate, I still wasn't finished. So, I called the store asked to speak to the manager and told her the whole tale. She apologized and said that although it is their policy to force feed us credit cards, it is not their policy to solicit financial advice. I felt better. Cause I know she just got in trouble. Troy told me that after I left they all probably gossiped about how "weird" I was for paying for everything with cash. That I was akin to the crazy cat lady. Thanks love.