My least favorite pictures are those of people lifting weights IN JEANS. I think the people that show up at the gym in jeans are whacked out, but they don’t make me laugh like the pictures of people running in jeans. Really, if you’ve seen one dude bench pressing in jeans, haven’t you seen a hundred?
In my attempt to make the next week of posts more interesting (for me, not you), I’m adding a bit of information about me in each post. Of course you don’t care about me and I’m not that interesting by any means, but I need some way to motivate me to get these pictures off my desktop. So along with enjoying the jean-wearing photos, I would appreciate it if you would fake it like you are interested in me. Thanks.
So for the next week, you’ll see a weight lifting IN JEANS picture, a random question from those blogging
chain letters “awards,” and then a picture from my childhood.
What is the one word that best describes you?
Happy. Jill = happiest person you know. Without a doubt, I am a glass-is-half-full person and can somehow tend to notice and focus on the positive sides of most everything. I can count the bad days I’ve had in the past decade on two fingers. Cranky? Irritable? Bitchy? Never. So before you think I’m one of those people that walks around with a stupid grin on my face saying “Happy Monday” to everyone, stop right there – I too want to punch those people in the face.
The story behind this picture is that my mom sent my dad to the store to buy a dining room table. That is me on top of the POOL TABLE that my dad returned home with that day – yep, it sat in the middle of the dining room of my childhood home for who-knows-how-long. Classy! And before you start looking at gold curtains and wicker lamp tables trying to figure out the year and thus my age, you can (again) stop right there – focus your attention on my cuteness instead.