A Fistful of Togas
Because I can't make decisions on my own…and I like to share with you guys.
Any thoughts on any of these for the best damn toga party. Ever. ?
August 2008
Things for This Tuesday – mid 8’s edition
Building my callouses:
- Yeah, I'm dwelling on this one…first circus class (in quite some time) tonight!
- Dude, Kiddo is freaking funny
- The back yard area is looking good
- Requests to assist in news stories and performances (film at 11…if it happens)
- Being excited about something in Miami besides stuff I can't afford
- Ha! Lost another pound
- Fantabulous nookie (TMI? Too bad!)
- 1.5 weeks left of Biology (blecch)
- Steelers def. Eagles (so what if preseason doesn't count)
Rippin' em off:
- Rain and/or hurricanes. Hopefully we'll be spared the latter.
- Realized that 120 isn't a realistic goal for me but a lower body fat percentage is
- My car needs a gasket replaced…booo!
- Way too long till September 7
Backstage jitters:
- Being HAWT (-er. HAHA!)
- Opportunidades
QotD: Go to Your Room!
How were you punished as a child?
In the way children should be punished. My mom tore up some asses. This whole, you can't spank your kids crap is part of the reason that kids have gone freaking wild as far as I'm concerned. Mind you, my dad never (or maybe once) gave us the belt. I guess either mom was the designated bad guy or dad might have been too strong for such stuff.
Once, my mom turned into a ninja. I had neglected to do some cleaning that I had been warned (probably several times) about. Well, MommaShyner called me down to my room. She jumped out from behind the door and proceeded to put the smackdown on me, ninja with a belt style. Yeah, I got punished, but I think that even then, within a day, we were laughing about it.
Ah, the good old days.
RIP Bernie Mac
ROCO Friday – The Always Hungry Edition
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That's my stomach, good people. No need for alarm. Why is she making such noise? Probably because she wants to be fed but has no self-control whatsoever. She'll just keep stretching and stretching and saying "Feed me more!" I had to put the kaibosh on her fun. I do, after all, have goals. (Which I will now list for my own good. Feel free to bloop-bloop-bloop, as PittGirl would say, past this part if you wish.)
The Shorts – In the next six months
- Stretch enough to be able to get into that damn split on both sides. Progress is being made.
- Way less than in six months, lose 8.4 more pounds. 120 is the goal.
- More importantly but still less than six months, reduce body fat percentage by 4 to 5 percent.
- Regain a lot of upper body strength so I can……..
- Once again (hopefully) perform by December.
- Obtain AA in Business Administration (not because I'm interested in BA, but it was my only choice).
- BOOBS! Happy birthday to me. Is it odd that I've had this discussion with my brother? Boobs are only as long as recovery doesn't interfere with performing.
The Mids – Six months to one year
- Spend one week in this house in this city. Get on your board and RIDE!
- Decide what I want to be when I grow up.
- Hit the lottery….yeah, yeah, I know.
- Oh, ride some blues. Put away the skirt!
- Lay off the booze. Maybe a glass of wine per evening but as much as I love Heiney Light, it does not make for a light hiney. I've lost my taste for my beloved Ketel One Citroen so I guess that's it.
The Longs – One to three years
- Get hitched. Togas, kids. Put aside for a moment that it's a wedding and let me know if you like any of the pictured ones or please feel free to link to any cool ones you've seen.
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- Graduate – maybe even with honors.
- Move the hell out of Miami and hopefully never come back.
- Own a house that has a space just for ME. Nobody else gets to put their stuff in that room! Yes, I am five years old.
The circus is in town. I might need to hit the lottery sooner so I can do/see all the circus I want. 🙂
Ha! Vox just decided that I was done and posted this, so I guess I'm done. Have a great weekend, all. And please, whatever you do, don't forget……
ROCO!!