Posts Tagged ‘gym’

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To all you people at the gym who don’t wipe down your machines when you’re done,

August 6, 2008

I want to kill you.

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Hello there, Summer!

May 26, 2008

Last week it was cold. Seriously. It rained all week and got down into the 40s at night. Yesterday brought Summer – almost 90 degrees, I think, and air so thick you could stir it with a spoon. Welcome to the Midwest.

The camping trip last week was remarkably fabulous. Seriously, I think it may have been my 2nd favorite camping trip of my life – the first being when B and I canoed across a lake and bushwhacked a clearing for our tent and camped primitively sans kids. Last week was fantastic camping – kids were thrilled and helpful, Hank was Zen, B was in a great mood, and we didn’t leave anything at home! Hank stayed the whole time, a might sight better than previous attempts that were aborted after he barked for a solid hour and I ended up taking him home. He roamed the woods. He carried firewood. He lay by my side in the dirt and warmed himself at the fire. It got much colder that night than we expected and had some rather frantic moments while rearranging sleeping locations at 2 in the morning, but you just cannot beat warming yourself by a fire late at night and early in the morning when it’s cold out there. Much preferable to need the fire to stay cozy than to need it to control the bugs. I’m sure we’ll be repeating again soon.

JP came up Saturday night and we had a great time – and awesome sushi.  It’s a shame how quickly one can spend $30 on sushi without even realizing it.   Can’t wait to do it again!

I went shopping yesterday to get some new stuff for the gym.  It’s so strange – a few months ago, I thought I had plenty of stuff for the gym.  I was dead wrong.  I didn’t have hardly anything!  Old, ragged, tired yoga pants have have seen a few too many sun salutations and run ins with Rodney Yee, a few t-shirts, some tired sneakers.  But hell, it’s a gym, right?  How often do you need gym clothes?  Apparently, if you’re me, you need gym clothes 5 or days a week.  I’m hooked!  As B says, “The gym is your fishing!”  How right he is.  So I went and bought some high end sports bras (if you know me you know why I need the high end ones,) some new workout pants, a few work out t-shirts (special material for those of us who sweat like stuck pigs while burning calories and building muscle mass,) and two pair of these:

It really is an atrocious picture – who the hell stands like that and looks like that?  Pshaw.  In case it doesn’t show properly, it’s like skorts (skirt with shorts under) but it’s specifically made for working out.  I don’t know why and I cannot figure it out for the life of me because it doesn’t make sense, but I really like these things a thousand times better than shorts.  I got these funky black ones with a zebra stripe short underneath and then some crazy gray ones that look either like they have flying birds all over them or it’s some sort of gray scale psychedelic camo.  Regardless, I’m happy with them.

But most importantly, however, I needed better shoes.  The ones I’d been wearing were wayyyyyy cheap to begin with and had no real support even in the beginning – imagine their condition after a year or more.  GAH!  I spent an hour or more trying on a zillion pair of shoes and finally found a pair that really felt supportive, had great reviews, plenty of mesh for ventilation, excellent support, and they looked kind of fun!  I was quite proud of my choice when I discovered that they are the same shoe JM Bill wears and that freak has been running for decades!  Let me introduce to you my new feet – Asics Gel-240 TRs:

I used to think it was impossible to fight while listening to The Grateful Dead.  I was wrong.  My kids have it mastered.

I have dropped 100+ pounds of stress, pain, anxiety, frustration, rage, and worry and have never ever felt better.  I will never pick it up again.  I have even told the folks who have held that weight with me that I would no longer be carrying any part of it, won’t even talk about that weight, and don’t bother telling me about the weight because I don’t care – it doesn’t exist to me anymore.  VIVA EMPOWERMENT!  Amazing how locking a door behind you can open a whole world ahead of you and I’m focusing on just that – the world ahead of me!

I’m addicted to Cesar Millan.  I don’t see any problem with that.  And neither does Hank.

I never knew how much boys eat.  Seriously.  My kids are growing like weeds and every week we run out of groceries sooner and sooner.  WTF?  Pretty soon they are gonna have to either learn to garden or eat air ’cause I’m running out of options!  HOLY CRACKBALLS, the baby out eats me and he’s 6!

Yes, Crackballs is a technical term.

I’m detoxing this week – no caffeine, no booze, nothing.  My cells feel gunky.  I’ll be really interested to see how this affects my workouts this week.  I’m assuming they will be nicely steamed hardcore with a side order of kick ass and some C’mon-Just-Ten-More sorbet for dessert.  I feel badly for my shower and my washing machines – they are gonna be taking a beating.  I’m gonna be dowsing myself in Fabreeze.  Consider yourself warned.

I’m hungry.  Think I’m gonna go eat a peach.

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Hold the lettuce, onion, pickle, and mustard

May 14, 2008

In other words, KETCHUP!

I’ve thought of a thousand things to title this post, but am unable to decide. Mostly because nearly 100% of the stuff going on is sooooooooooo good and juicy and wonderful and delicious … but the 1% that isn’t good sucks eggs. Actually, it sucks something much more nastay than eggs, but I’m a classy gal. Bwhahahahha. Anyhow, so I’m just gonna spill the ugly before I dance in the awesomeness.

My sister is in jail. Again. A little different this time because she’s actually staying there for awhile. Who knows how long – at least for another week, probably more like a couple of months. I know that most of you don’t even know that I have a sister. I don’t talk about her much. We’re as different as night and day and it’s hardly possible to tell that we came from the same genetic farm, much less the same freaking family tree. She has a blog and some of you readers have found me through her blog, so I guess I’m outing her. But I really don’t feel as though I’m calling her out – I’m sure she’d write about it if she could. She has certainly written about nearly everything else in her life in gritty detail. But even if she wouldn’t want me to write about it, well, too bad. It’s a matter of public record. Anyone in the world could find out about it and frankly, I’m tired of dodging the issue of having a sister who is mentally ill, incredibly irresponsible, totally unable to own up to her full responsibility in life, and selfish as the day is long. I’m tired of being concerned for the well-being of my nieces. I’m tired of all of it. I’m tired of pretending to care a lot when, in actuality, I care very little. You can only be burned so many times before you stop even going within 40 miles of the fire. Having said all of that, it doesn’t make it any easier to imagine her in jail. She’s my sister. She spent Mother’s Day alone in jail, she most likely will be spending her 40th birthday in jail. NO one in my family has ever been in jail – well, for more than a few hours. It’s hard to imagine how she spends her days. It’s hard to think about what she might be thinking and feeling. I love her. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her. How do you stop loving your sister? You don’t. But you stop being sucked in – which I have done. I’m not visiting. I’m not writing. I’m not calling. I’m not going to her court hearings. I sure as hell am not believing a single syllable that comes out of her mouth as long as I live. I’m not doing anything but living with the profound realization that if this doesn’t change her, nothing will. I’m betting that nothing will. This hurts my heart like you wouldn’t believe. Heartbroken ambivalence – is there such a thing?

Moving on the goodies!!

I just got back from the gym. Can I just say how much I love that gym? Holy crap. I think I somehow got married to a TreadClimber and also managed to get the Nautilus Delt machine deported, but other than that, it was a great day! I could seriously work out there 3x a day. Alas, I shall wait until tomorrow. I love the gym. OHHHHHHH how I love the gym. Must get a one piece bathing suit — cannot really do laps comfortably in a bikini. I also need yet another water bottle. I’m just not pleased with mine. I think this afternoon I’m gonna sew myself up a funky gym bag. SCORE!

B decided that the 70 some odd channels we had on TV wasn’t enough. Well, that and we both decided that we loath Mediacom with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. So we switched to Dish. Now, let me tell you, I thought we’d be getting the 100 channels. NOPE. B decides that we need 250 channels PLUS a zillion and twelve satellite radio channels. I decided that we need the DVR (TiVo.) SO now I have a zillion channels that I can watch at any time. I can pause the TV to go pee and not miss a single thing! And I have to say the satellite music stuff rocks. Did you know that there is a channel that’s nothing but Elvis 24/7? I shit you not. Same for Sinatra. Of course, the one that gets the most use is the Grateful Dead channel. Oh yes. My new favorite number is 6032. SCORE!

If you’re a regular reader, you know that I’ve started pimpin’ out my friend, Stacie. She recently opened this fly studio downtown (Corner of 9th and Broadway for you locals) and invited Duck and Stealth to come play so she could figure out the lighting in her new digs. Let me tell you – this woman blew me away. FOR REALS. We had the best time evah evah evah evah. She took some amazing pictures – I cannot wait to see them all. Here’s a little preview:

Hawks at APP!

Please, ya’ll, go to Stacie’s site and check out all her goodies. She travels, folks. And she’s wicked fun and thinks I’m da bomb. What are you waiting for?? CALL HER AND SCHEDULE AN APPOINTMENT TODAY!! I’ll wait….

I’ve been craving a steak for months. This is bizarre because, in my 32 years of life, I’ve never ever wanted a steak. Suddenly I can think of damned near nothing else. So B and I are gonna go get me a steak tonight. The kids are gone (woot) and he’s off, so we’re gonna go have a little fun.

Speaking of, what the hell am I still doing here on the puter?

later taters.

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Jackie Blue

April 11, 2008

This post has nothing to do with Jackie Blue.  I don’t even know who the hell Jackie Blue is.  I do know that I like the song “Jackie Blue” by The Ozark Mountain Daredevils.  It’s playing on iTunes and I couldn’t think of a better post title, so there you have it.

Speaking of iTunes, I caused mine to have some sort of cramp or distress or something today and lo and behold, it managed to work said cramp out just fine. I cannot really blame it — I do have a tendency to put it through some trauma.  See, my PC has been acting up as PC are known to do.  It happens sometimes — no biggie.  To combat this little side effect of not being a Mac, I back up all my files and then restore the whole computer back to factory settings (wipe it clean) once a year.  It takes a couple of days to get it all cleared up, but when it happens, it’s like having a brand new computer.  Anyway, so this time it took me a total of 10 DVDs to store all the music files I have (36 G) and when I then dumped them all into my iTunes library, well, it kind of choked.  Bless the little thing, though, it’s a trouper, and we’re all a go!

“Hot Rod Lincoln” by Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen — awesome!

Did another radio show last night with DDFF.  It was fun and much needed.  I really feel quite at home in a radio studio.  I’ve done lots of TV, but only 2 radio shows and I am surprised at how easy I feel in there.  Following the show, DDFF treated me to dinner at a little Chinese place across from the station.  I desperately needed to get out and talk to a good friend.  It’s not been the easiest few weeks for me and I tend to isolate myself during those times which only complicates situations, of course.  Anyway, over soup, egg rolls, and yummy chicken and shrimp, I was heard, I was validated, I was supported, I was encouraged.  It was wonderful and I’m so grateful to have my friends.  And I’m also grateful to have friends who can share in the memory of the absolutely worst excuse for an amaretto sour that ever existed.  DAYUM, that was horrid.  DDFF, I love you.  Thanks.  Hope to see you tonight!

And tonight … tonight is a night I’ve been looking forward to for months. My dear friend, SS, is coming in from NZ and we’re going out for drinks.  HOT DAMN.  I have missed her for 2 years and cannot wait to see her and hug her neck.  WAHOO!

Another I Like that I forgot to add the other day …

You cannot really see anything from this crazy ass picture, but it’s LOreal Paris Couleur Experte hair color and high lighting system.  I do it in French Eclair – how can I turn down pastry?  Lordy Lordy Lordy.  Easy, fun, beautiful.  Get thyself some now.  Although in all fairness, the box looks a little different now, so make sure you know what you’re getting.  I don’t want a bunch of involuntarily green haired women coming after me.

Birthday is Tuesday.  Birthday is Tuesday. Birthday is Tuesday.

Took a tour of the gym the other day.  DAMN!  That place is amazing.  Seriously amazing.  Marble floors and art in the locker rooms, fireplaces in the lobby, mineral water pools and saunas and whirlpools.  PT departments, sports stores, restaurant, and an endless list of  classes.  Machines have TVs in them.  Ceiling to floor windows overlooking woods, hills, fields.  I could live there.  The kids love the Play Center (read: child care room) and feel very comfortable there.  I cannot wait to start going.  We’re gonna wait a bit to get my membership – we’re getting a corporate one with the folks from W’s, so we’ll get a significant discount that way, so we gotta wait for everyone to get their ducks in a row.  After that, I may never ever come home again.

That is all for now.  I know your life has been enlightened by this post enough already — I’d hate to blow your minds.