At this very moment, if I could have anything my heart desired, it would be a never expiring prescription for Flexeril. It’s a muscle relaxant. Why would I want this? Oh, you know, to relax my poor, poor shoulders. Perhaps you recall about three weeks ago when I pretty much ate sh!t on my board. Yeah, ouch. Well, today, I evened it out and fell on the other side. While I didn’t hit the bone on this one, I managed to smack my head off the ground yet again, and this time, along with my pins and needles down the arm, I also got the awesome feeling that I had just dipped my arm in an almost hot bucket of water. Hooray! Craziest part is that the newly hurt side doesn’t hurt, but the previously hurt side hurts more – it had been healing.
As always, it wasn’t all bad. I managed to get down the rest of the jumps for the rest of the day without falling and I actually caught a little air. Baby steps, people, baby steps. AND, most fun ever, I tried out the mini-slalom course today. I’ve been watching that on the Olympics and thought to myself that I should try it. It’s like carving but on uppers. And in deep grooves later in the day. It is super fun. So now just riding down the hill isn’t enough. I must twist and turn and jump. Woot.
Speaking of twisting and turning, this shoulder “injury” is gonna present oh so much fun tomorrow when I’m trying to spin around by one arm.
This was a long post for a Sunday AND it had a song. Win.
USA vs. Canada. Men’s hockey. You think it’s a game? You think it’s a fuckin’ game?!?! This is for all the marbles. We DON’T WANT BEIBER!
Yeahhhh, boy. It’s Friday! And I absolutely love that song to get me hype about anything. Also possibly giving me a bad attitude about anything, but the hype outweighs the attitude. I mean, seriously, if you’ve never listened to the lyrics, please, take a minute and do so. Some of the shit Earl says is so off the wall that it’s brilliant. I would totally say this shit at work if it wouldn’t get me fired. I’m not a nice person.
It’s a good looking weekend coming up. Total chillaxing on Saturday and snowboarding and a gun date on Sunday. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll extend that good looking weekend into Monday and take a pole workshop. It interests me. I like to spin. And I think it’ll integrate well into my FabPole work. We’ll see. One minute I’m cool, the next minute I’m up on the pole, rippin’.
What’s my name? Some of you know, some of you don’t, perhaps you don’t care, which is also cool. But when I heard this last night as the last song before I got out of the car, I knew it would be today’s video and topic. You know, nicknames. I’m sure we all have them. I have many many. Part of it comes from my name being a little difficult and parts come from other various and random places. Let’s take a look, shall we?
Sis – Well that one is pretty self-explanatory, right? Give the older sibling a difficult name and think the younger sibling will be able to pronounce it. Nope. Let’s go with Sis. What’s my name?
Web – Not as in Spidey, not as in Spanish,but as in Webster Long. Remember that tv show, Webster, from back in the day with Emmanuel Lewis? Yeah, that Web. I’m starting from as far back as I can remember with these. I grew up as a fly on the rice as you can sorta see here and it continues with…
Kiz – Yes, as in Kizzie, as in Roots, as in I’m surprised I got out of small town racist retarded ass America without getting seriously killed. I blame where I grew up for my not being a sportscaster right this minute. I’ve always loved sports, but there were no Black female role models (on tv in sports) so much for me at that time combined with always being made to feel less than inferior. Yeah, I didn’t find self-confidence until I was about 26 and had left SW PA for good. Stop talkin’ shit.
Neen/Neener – Another in the self-explanatory column. I know my name is long and hard (that’s what she said) so it’s easier to shorten it. That was fine as long as you went with the last half and not the first half. For some reason, really unknown even to me, I absolutely hated to be called by the front half. Meh, I’m a nut. Here we go again.
My last name – So, I guess that’s not really a nickname since it’s my name, but we’ll run with it. Especially since I’m a girl and those who used the nickname were girls. Funny, it just wouldn’t sound right coming from other people. The game don’t stop.
Sunshine – Once upon a time, I worked in a place where a there were people from many different countries and some of those countries don’t use letters together in the same way that we do in the US. Well, this led to people effing up my name left and right or just calling me someone else’s name which sucked. At that time, I was also the only morning person, hence, Sunshine. Nevermind that clip from Harlem Nights.
From Sunshine came Sunny, Shine, and Shyner which I adopted with the slightly off spelling.
Morena – I have Spanish-speaking friends. Nuff said.
Sarcee – I gave this one to myself as more of an alter-ego than a nickname. Sarcee Wichiwi, which, loosely translated, would mean stubborn girl who dances. Yeah, accurate.
Confusing, eh? But like Earl says, you gonna think it’s a joke until they no longer remember your name and with all of those names to remember, who could ever forget? ROCO! Have a great weekend.
That song right there was my introduction to Ozzy. I loved it from the moment I heard it and it’s still my favorite Ozzy tune. And even though it really wasn’t dark, my meaning behind that song today was this:
Yup, went out and fired off a couple boxes last night. It’s 200 to 300 rounds to break her in before I can use anything other than plain ole bullets in her, but best believe hollow points will be where it’s at.
This pic was towards the end of the second box and I am ALL OVER THE PLACE for pete’s sake (look at that wrist…no wonder I can’t hit anything!). I should have taken a picture of the first two clips as they were much better. I fired 10 magazines and it went something like this:
Clip 1 – First shot high, second shot wide right, shots 3-10 nice grouping slightly off-center
Clip 2 – Continued good grouping slightly below the first group
Break, reload while watching hubby
Clip 3 – Still fairly good grouping
Clip 4 – I’m starting to get squirrely but I’m still keeping it together
Clip 5 – It’s getting ugly. Let’s change targets
Clip 6 – Mind adrenaline has not worn off. Body adrenaline is starting to wear off. Shots fired. Not very closely together
Clip 7 – I’d say this is around where this photo was taken and I can’t keep shit together
Clips 8 – 10 – That target up there is what the FBI tests on, or so I’m told. Let’s just say I won’t be joining up any time soon.
Nevertheless, it was frigging awesome. The folks at the range are super nice, the range itself is super nice, and one day, my shooting will be super nice. I see now that my budget spreadsheet will need another entry titled “Ammo” as I can certainly see going to the range 2 or 3 times a month. Again, I’m reminded that I wanted to get good at *something* this year and marksmanship is not out of the question.
Time to take my tired, low grade headache having self to work. Wishing you all a wonderful day, but really, that’s a shot in the dark. 🙂
This morning, I was at a loss for what to write about outside of why in the world is my body rejecting itself (stupid chick parts). I knew what I was going to write about tomorrow and I didn’t want to double up, so off I went to my handy dandy writing prompts. I’m actually surprised that I’m this far into the year (I know, all 40 days) and have had to use them so infrequently.
Today’s prompt was about nightmares, obviously. Fortunately, I haven’t had any nightmares lately that I recall, nor any dreams for that matter, but when I was just a lass, boy I tell ya, my horror story mind was constantly in overdrive. I had a few recurring nightmares (therapists, get out your notebooks!) and some that only happened once, but I still remember them.
(recurring) The toilet – I had some fairly irrational fears as a child. One of them was the horror of an overflowing toilet. Not as irrational was my fear of water a little bit since I couldn’t swim, or at least not strongly. Put two and two together and I used to have nightmares about drowning in an overflowing toilet. Gross, huh? Never actually died in the dreams which is why I’m still here today, right?
(recurring) The Laser Loop – Riders, hold on to the bar. 3, 2, 1, Gooooooo! We shot out of the gate like a kid caught in his girlfriend’s bedroom. Through the loop and on our way up to the peak to return backwards through the loop. Except, we don’t stop. The entire coaster train shoots up into the sky and we’re all terrified because we know this can’t end well. Never landed. Every time woke up with a screaming headache.
(one time) House fire – Another of my childhood fears that holds on to this day is my house burning down. Fortunately, I’ve never experienced this tragedy first-hand, but my great grandmother died in a house fire when I was young (or at least that’s how I remember it) and the seeds were planted. Long dream short, I came home from school all slo-mo to find out that our house had burned to the ground. I woke up screaming.
(recurring) Pirate ship/haunted house – This one is a little fuzzy and probably for good reason. I don’t recall everything, but I know that I was stuck in either a haunted house or a pirate ship (they alternated) and the only way out was to kill yourself. I know. I’m strange. I never did it though and the nightmare just continued until I woke.
Inside the psyche of your favorite blogger. Yeah, I’m putting words in your mouth. I’m your favorite. Go tell a friend! Make me their favorite too! Maybe? If I promise to focus? Maybe write a cohesive story? Ok, I’ll try, but you gotta hold up your end of the deal. See you back here tomorrow. Bring a friend.
