Every time Nicki Minaj speaks on American Idol I honestly lose hope in humanity as a whole. But its sort of like watching a train wreck and my attempt to turn away fails every time.
I continue to watch and just remain thankful Keith Urban is on the same screen. Don't feel the need to button the top 3 buttons on that beautiful plaid Keith? America thanks you.
Complete redemption.
What a day.
It was long to say the least considering I woke up at 3:52. It never fails that I wake up right before the alarm, so actually going back to sleep makes no sense.
I get up. Start moving. And hope for a small dose of sanity sometime before 7am.
In the midst of the chaos, I could hardly move.
The upper part of my rearend was absolutely killing me. Something was pulling, and I couldn't even get into fetal position (my fave) to relieve the pain. Demonstrating any kind of abdominal exercise was painful, and by 9am I thought I was going to lose my mind.
Thankfully, Ellen walks in.
I might as well have seen Jesus in that moment.
In 2 minutes she had me on the table twisting me, pulling me, driving her elbow in my ass like a prison fight, you get the picture.
Honestly, I wanted to cry. I hurt so bad and yet so good.
Oh she found the knot...and finally I felt like I could move properly.
She instructed me to roll on a golf ball for the next few days.....let me tell you what I don't want anywhere near my backside,....a golf ball.
We'll see how that goes.
Almost 9:30 and so much more to cover, but I truly need to hit the bed. Another full day ahead. And then its a big wedding weekend....
My dear friend Melissa is getting married, and I just pulled my bridesmaids dress out of the box last weekend. Thank God it didn't need to be altered, but if I flex one good time its all over.
Let the games begin...
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