A Day in the Life

by Holly on October 19, 2010

in breakfast,dinner,lunch,rambling

6:00am: My alarm goes off.

6:05am: My alarm goes off again.

7:15am: I crawl out of bed in all my disheveled glory, pee and curse myself for once again fooling myself into believing I was going to get up at 6:00am to do the dishes, clean my apartment and respond to blog e-mails.

7:30am: With a cup of coffee in each hand (a new definition to the term “double fisting”), I down my yog mess in less than five minutes while reading People online. I find out Prince Harry is dating a British rock star, and my hopes are immediately dashed for an Everythingtarian royal wedding.

1 container Pineapple Chobani Greek yog
3/4 cup diced strawberries
1/3 cup Hint of Honey Galaxy Granola

8:15am: I catch up with Daddy Everythingtarian on the phone while walking to work. I tell him all about the financial planning for women class I took on Saturday and beam with grown-up pride as I explain to him I now know the difference between a traditional and Roth IRA.

10:00am: An announcer’s voice booms from the speakers, “Due to current circumstances, you must evacuate the building immediately. I repeat, evacuate the building immediately through the nearest exit.”

10:01am: Oh my gosh, this is it. I’m dying right now. Wait…why are we evacuating?

10:02am: I grab my purse, iPhone and realize it is a bomb threat. Awesome.

10:05am: I walk over to a building down the street where I know some peeps and am able to use their office to get sh!t done. Why can’t bomb threats happen on days I don’t have a billion things to do?

10:07am: As soon as I enter through the door, my friend tells me I look like a Flamenco dancer. I wholeheartedly take it as one of the best compliments I’ve ever received.

12:15pm: I am hungry. My stomach is audibly churning. The lunch I packed is being held hostage inside said office building which is still being examined for bombs. And now I’ve just found out my other hope for an Everythingtarian royal wedding is dashed upon hearing Prince William is set to marry Kate Middleton in 2011. FML.

12:20pm: Despite my attempts to wait out the bomb threat, I buy this snack mix at a coffee shop and eat the entire thing.

12:25pm: Five minutes after eating it, I get word we are allowed back in the building.

12:30pm: I am no longer hungry for the lunch I packed and am annoyed my plan to save money was thwarted.  To remedy my annoyance, I eat two Haralson apples.

1:15pm: Work crisis.

1:30pm: To get some good office vibes going, my coworker Chris and I bump to N.E.R.D. It doesn’t solve the work crisis, but Pharrell’s coolness definitely rubs off on us.

2:00pm: Mild nauseousness sets in. I blame the bag of sesame sticks.

3:00pm: While waiting for a solution to the aforementioned crisis, I send in my gym reimbursement to my insurance company so I can get $100 in free money back from them. I realize how much I like free money and start brainstorming other ways to score more dolla dolla bills.

5:13pm: Since I missed my planned 5:05pm Bootcamp class, am ragingly starving and the crisis is still not figured out, I head home while talking to Mama Everythingtarian. I decide one of two things needs to happen tonight: beer or cookies. Or, let’s be real, both.

5:30pm: G’ma Everythingtarian makes a sweeping return to enjoy the 5 o’clock special: a ginormous junk salad.

2 cups baby spinach
1/2 cup diced strawberries
1/4 cup broccoli slaw
1/2 diced red pepper
2 T raisins
2 T sunflower seeds
Annie’s Lite Raspberry vinaigrette

5:52pm: I don’t want to do anything I actually have to do, so I start blogging.

6:42pm: I’m done blogging and really don’t know what to do with myself. I hit ‘Save Draft’ and resign myself to doing those dishes, cleaning my apartment and responding to those blog e-mails before I hit ‘Publish Draft’ later in the evening.

6:54pm: Dishes are still dirty, apartment still needs to be cleaned and my inbox is still full.

6:57pm: Screw it. I’m hitting ‘Publish Draft’ right now.

Stay tuned tomorrow for the exciting conclusion to, “A Day in the Life…”

{ 28 comments }

Lauren October 19, 2010 at 7:12 pm

Oh my gosh, how do I love you, let me count the ways! :)

VeggieGirl October 19, 2010 at 7:14 pm

I feel like I’m reading a reality show. I’d watch :-D

Beth Q October 19, 2010 at 7:21 pm

So good to know that procrastination and the love for beer & cookies is not just in my world! Thanks for always posting such honest and funny life situations!

BroccoliHut October 19, 2010 at 8:44 pm

Crazy day, woman! Can’t wait to see part II.

chelsey @ clean eating chelsey October 19, 2010 at 8:49 pm

There is no shame in not getting everything done in your day. I won’t judge you.

Matt October 19, 2010 at 9:01 pm

Will you come clean my apartment while you are at it?

katie October 19, 2010 at 9:50 pm

Hahah I agree w. veggie girl.. you NEED your own TV show!!

Averie (LoveVeggiesAndYoga) October 20, 2010 at 12:10 am

bomb threats on the job just cant be a good thing. At all. My word…lady. I can only imagine how happy you’re gonna be when elections are over!!!

Katie October 20, 2010 at 12:20 am

I wouldn’t worry about Harry. I doubt it’ll last and he’ll come to his senses soon enough. I still foresee and Everythingtarian Royal wedding.

kate October 20, 2010 at 7:46 am

i had a huge crush on pharrell circa “frontin!” why am i lying, i still have a crush on him!!!!!!!

allijag October 20, 2010 at 7:46 am

love LOVE this post- I might steal the idea if you don’t care ;)

Kacy October 20, 2010 at 7:50 am

A bomb threat?! Geez lady, no bueno! You do look quite flamenco though. Love it!

I hope today goes better my dear!

Andrea@WellnessNotes October 20, 2010 at 8:26 am

You always make me smile! :)

Madeline @ Greens and Jeans October 20, 2010 at 9:29 am

Oy vey girlfriend! You are so close to the end!

Gavi @ GaviGetsGoing! October 20, 2010 at 10:41 am

What a day! Bomb threats, sesame sticks, British heartbreak…at least your junk salad looked divine. I’m totally with you there on the 5:30 dinner, too. Oh, and I’m wearing the exact same scarf as you…does that mean I look like a flamenco dancer, too? Gosh, I hope so!

Megan (The Runner's Kitchen) October 20, 2010 at 11:38 am

hahaha, i love your “day in the life of”! i always pass out early with high hopes of waking up to do dishes and clean. bwahaha. this really happens. i feel ya girl!

your junk salad looks yummy! been too long since i had a big bowl of veg…

Megan (Braise the Roof) October 20, 2010 at 12:17 pm

May I make a suggestion? Beer IN cookies? Just sayin’. :) What happened with the bomb scare??

Dana @ my little celebration October 20, 2010 at 2:04 pm

The picture of you with the flower in your fluffy hair is so cute! I have fine hair and it goes flat within the first hour of styling it. So accessories like flower clips don’t usually work for me. But they certainly work for you, so rock it girl!

Megan @ The Oatmeal Diaries October 20, 2010 at 5:30 pm

I love “day in the lifes”! And don’t be discouraged, I bet Prince Harry won’t be satisfied with that boring brit rockstar for very long.

Katie October 20, 2010 at 8:00 pm

Love that bow in your hair! My kiddos always wear them with such confidence, and I am really loving it on you, too. Way to rock it.

Also, your yog messes always look 100x yummier than mine and sorry about the work situation today. I would have been Mrs. Cranky Pants if I was locked outside without my lunch.

Sami October 21, 2010 at 7:31 am

yayyyyy for part II. i hate when stuff like “fire drills” interrupt my lunch plans. GR.

Anica @ Unstoppable China October 21, 2010 at 8:45 am

So I just realized I’m a little late in saying this, but I love the new layout of your blog!!

janetha g. @ meals & moves October 21, 2010 at 10:19 am

HAHAHA holly my alarm is set for 6 every morning and i get out of bed at 7:23! give or take. i always have good intentions. but i wonder if i should set my alarm for 7 so that hour i sleep is real sleep and not interrupted by my alarm every 5 minutes…

we are soulmates.

Nic October 21, 2010 at 10:36 am

So what happened with the bomb? Or do we just get to make up our own ending involving firefighters, Flamenco dancers and TPS reports flying every where?

Emilie October 21, 2010 at 10:43 am

when i first read the line about “double fisting,” i stopped and thought to myself, “wait–that phrase doesn’t always refer to coffee?”

clearly, something is wrong with my college experience.

also, i happen to eat the g-ma 5 o’clock special every night. i’m usually just too damn excited about dinner to wait!

Laura October 21, 2010 at 6:13 pm

Oh my gosh, this post is hilarious. Except for the bomb threat part, that must have been pretty scary. I find it hilarious that you were dressed so nicely aka as a flamenco dancer; the day my office gets evacuated would probably be the time I am caught with frizzy hair, no makeup and my “no meetings today” Mom jeans on.

Rachael October 21, 2010 at 7:31 pm

Rock star romances are fickle, my dear. Hold on to hope, and just maybe, someday red-haired, freckled progeny might spring forth from your anointed, royal loins.
Bomb threat call-ins were frequently used in my high school as a means of escaping class. On boring, endless days, I sometimes wonder what became of the phone-abusing culprits, and wish they would once again work their evacuation charm (don’t tell Homeland Security I said that.)

wendy @ ABCs and Garden Peas October 23, 2010 at 8:27 am

What does it say about me that I missed half your post because I was too distracted by that misused possessive apostrophe in “pistachio’s.” Ugh me.

I need to stop by more. Save for that little ‘stachio hiccup that was entirely out of your control, your posts make me smile :)

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