2014

Totally Offensive Tuesday

Or totally hysterical Tuesday, depending on your sense of humor. The first time I heard this song, this guy was playing it here. I may have been somewhat inebriated, as I tended to get in that place, but the song really stuck with me. It’s so wrong on so many levels, yet I’ll bump it on my way to work because, of course I need something with even more attitude before I go in there.

Aaaaand once I’m in here, the attitude magnitude is reaching its peak. Be warned, the remainder of this post will probably contain profanity, sexual situations, and brief nudity (nip slip). Rated R because I’m gonna say fuck.

My fucking shoulder hurts! (I told you.) And the crazy thing is that it’s not really my shoulder, per se, but more like someone is jabbing me with something pretty freaking sharp and warm somewhere under my left scapula. Like I’ve screwed up either a Teres or a rhomboid. Mmmm, pain, delicious pain. Ok, so it isn’t pain, it’s discomfort which was caused by….wait for it…shoulder opening yoga this morning. Only me.

All of this shoulder opening and splits training and P90X-ing and protein shaking for the next 3 months is not fully for vacation. I have an ulterior motive. It’s 3 months on, then one week off, then 3 more months on and with any luck, I will have some little bit of success on this road. Two of you know what I’m talking about here, maybe 3, but I’m not ready for a full-on announcement of anything just yet. Hello, vague much? All the time.

Hmmm, I’m just cranky so I’m gonna end this and go crank up the tunes. Have a great Tuesday!

I Won’t Forget You

Bloggy, I won’t forget youuuuuuuuuu. Even though I did yesterday. Yes, it’s true. I somehow did not remember about writing for Sunday until this morning. But you know what? Shit happens. I made it almost 70 days without a slip-up, so I’ll just press on and hope for another 70 days without one as well. Or perhaps 82 days. Blogging on vacation is gonna be tough.

Sidebar: I just looked out the window at the sun coming up and it looks like the sky is on fire. I’d share a picture, but I stopped bringing my phone downstairs with me in the morning because of the time suck that it is. Workout and stretch and THEN Facebook and email.

 
Last week, I started eating a little better to go along with my working out. Since I typically don’t eat like shit, we aren’t talking big changes here. I have to do baby steps with changing my food. Last week it was breakfast – switching over to the egg whites, spinach, and tomato instead of my breakfast sandwiches. (Only on weekends now for those little delicious monsters.) This week I’ll continue with the good breakfast. Next week, my goal is to step away from my frozen lunches and to have a better, fresher lunch. Dinner has never really been an issue, but there are steps to be taken there as well.

Like I mentioned, as a habit, I don’t eat really unhealthy stuff, at least not on a regular basis. Of course every now and again I’ll have something that’s completely out of control, but those are called cheat days and I’m 99.9% sure that having a cheat day once a week is a good idea. A little controlled cheat keeps me from binging on cake and ice cream. I guess I may have more than one cheat day a week though, because, if we’re going snowboarding, I’ll eat whatever I want because we’re burning quite a few calories out there on the mountain – more if I fall a lot. So Sunday was this week’s cheat day where I had a breakfast sandwich from Panera. Oddly enough, I couldn’t even finish it. It was yummy and I wanted it, but my tummy said, “Step away from that slightly greasy mess that you’re eating before I send it all back!” I had to walk away. My stomach is smarter than my brain apparently.

Well, swimsuit shopping is about to officially begin. I’ve seen one that I like and could be a winner, however, there’s still time to change my mind. I figure I have until about 2 weeks before the trip to make a decision and allow for shipping. Feel free to post any fun links of swimsuits down there to make my decision even more difficult. I almost want something in brown because, well, you know, shock factor of “Hey, is she naked?!?!”. What can I say, I’m a silly girl.

And this silly girl has to go and get things done. It’s a new week so get your fresh outlook and go out there and handle your business. See you tomorrow.

We’re Even Now Stop

We had a great day at Keystone today. The drive up was a little slow and icy in one spot, and the drive back was a total cakewalk.

I got to work on jumps (those should have air quotes) and even caught some air today. Granted,  it was only like a foot,  but it FELT like I was up there and up there forever. I’d show you but we had a camera malfunction.  Next time we go up it’ll be for a couple days so there will be proof.

I felt pretty good until we got home and I tried to get out of the car. It was at that point that my legs decided to flip me off. I mean, it makes total sense to do legs and back on Friday morning then ride for 3 hours on Saturday and think I won’t be in pain, right?  Riiiiiight.

Oh, right. Pain. And the title. Today, I once again ate shit on the mountain. This fall took me a little bit longer to get up from. At least I didn’t hit my head this time, but I fell on my shoulder. Again. And my arm went to sleep. Again. So now that’s twice on the left and twice on the right that my arm has gone to sleep. No more. I hope.

Off to watch boxing. Have a nice night. 🙂

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!

Today is my dad’s birthday. He would’ve been 69 today. I will take this moment to say Fuck Cancer. You are certainly missed, Dad. I sometimes see things and think how much you would’ve liked or really disliked them. You may not be here physically on this earth, but I know that you help to guide me in certain situations, and in others, you’re still letting me find my own way. I hope that wherever you may be, fishing on the banks of some really awesome river, that you are at peace and are proud of us.

Today is also Shaq’s birthday, so a happy birthday to him as well.

For my Club Medders, Happy Club Med To Ya.

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Went to the range last night, and that’s my last 40 shots over there. I had started off strong, but my shoulders got super tired (hello, P90X) and so my shots just started going kinda allover the place. Overall, I’d say it isn’t bad considering it’s only the second time I’ve been out to the range with my gun and only the third time I’ve shot a handgun. Country girls shoot rifles and shotguns, you know. And, as it was  pointed out to me, I took out the threat and that’s all that really matters.

In other news, the workout pain is finally subsiding. Thankfully, this morning was “only yoga”, but it was Yoga X which means 45 minutes of vinyasas and another 45 minutes of balance poses and stretching. Hurts SO good!

It’s a shortie today. It’s Thursday! One more to go!