My day today has been utterly lame. Lame. It's a perfect word for my day. So without further adieu, let me just outline a Lame Julie Day:

7:00 am -- Alarm goes off; think, hell, I got at least another 20 minutes but 7am is late and I should get myself out of bed

7:21am -- iHome finally works, hear James Morrison song distantly in the background

7:22am -- Phone rings; have conversation until 7:45am

7:45am -- Make smoothie

7:50am -- Down smoothie while reading email

8:00am -- Take Shower and put wierd conditioner stuff in my hair

8:20am -- IM, email, work stuff

8:37am -- Leave, very late for studio

8:45am -- Stuck in freeway traffic (going NORTH on a Thursday morning!!????)

9:05am -- Arrive at studio just as doors are opening from early morning class; grab spot; go chat; break sunglasses (Spys :( )

9-11am -- Practice... wonder why I'm practicing... feel fat and bloated and horribly self-conscious about how horribly unhealthy I am... vow (as I've done many times recently) that THIS is IT... I will get back to the discipline of my practice and this includes getting sleep, eating well and, well, cutting back on the wine.

11am -- Call The Husband to figure out the day... have first of many really unpleasant conversations

12pm -- Eat lunch and take second shower to work the wierd conditioner stuff out of my hair

1pm -- Go to mall; purchase new sunglasses (spend a small fortune); go to Apple store... purchase a brand new MacBook Pro (SHHHHHHHHHHH) and two 4gb iPod Nanos for The Kids ; have another ridiculous conversation with The Husband about the day and the schedule

2pm -- Turn on shiny new sweet smelling MacBook; feel enormous amounts of, oh screw that, it's pretty and shiny and new... begin process of installing BootCamp (what you thought I was going to work with the Mac OS?? hahahahahahhaaha); have another ridiculous conversation with The Husband about the day and the schedule

3pm -- Have completed installation of Windows Vista but the services won't start; continue to get ugly error each time you stupidly try running the BootCamp installation from Vista; have another ridiculous conversation with The Husband about the day and the schedule

4pm -- Load up The Daughter's new iPod, unplug to do The Son's and realize the Apple Nerd has given you 1 4gb and 1 8gb. Check credit card bill (because the cool "send to email receipt" thingy didn't work).. yep charged; have another ridiculous conversation with The Husband about the day and the schedule

5pm -- Pick up The Daughter; drive to Apple store... explain situation to same Apple Nerd who helped me... realize I have brought back the 4gb that I've already set up for The Daughter and left the unopened and incorrect 8gb on my desk

5:30pm -- Take The Daughter back to get the incorrect iPod; have another ridiculous conversation with The Husband about the day and the schedule;

6:00pm -- Get sushi with The Husband and The Daughter

7:00pm -- Drive back to Apple store; first exchange sunglasses (buyer's remorse); exchange iPod (takes forever to get an Apple Nerd to help me... when he does he looks at me as if I'm insane when I tell him that, yes, I've just installed Vista on my brand new MacBook Pro); have another ridiculous conversation with The Husband about the day and the schedule

7:30pm -- Drive home to meet The Husband and The Kids for a long evening of catch up... missed homework; missed work...

8:00pm -- Make salt dough (gross) with big huge sea salt crystals because I can't find any regular salt (I don't use salt); surprise my kids with the iPod Nano to which The Son said "THIS is SICK Mom!" (Ah, Mommy Guilt... )

8:30pm -- Appease whining children and stick chocolate chip cookies in the oven (yes, I realize it is 8:30pm).

9:00pm -- Placate whining children and allow them to download one video to their iPods

9:30pm -- Admonish whining children for not finishing homework and it's an hour past bedtime

10:00pm -- Allow whining children to watch one single video on their new toy while they fall asleep

10:30pm -- Open whining children's bedroom door to find them still watching said video (bad mommy, I should have checked sooner, it is now two hours past bedtime)

10:39pm -- Play with the iSight on my new toy... think I should go to bed.

10:40pm -- Realize tomorrow I turn 38 years old... where has the time gone?