Slacker Sunday
You know what that means…
Ten word post!
Good night.
Ramblings
Shhhh Saturday
You know that if it’s already 9pm, I’m not going to have anything to say here.
ROCO Friday – The WTF Edition
5 o’clock in the morning, where you gonna be? Well, usually I’m downstairs getting my exercise on. Today, however, I was downstairs getting my on-call work on. Oh yeah, 5am and I’m online doing work. 5 o’clock in the afternoon, where you gonna be? Dammit, I was still working! Great googlie mooglie, this was a hectic Friday. Thankfully, it’s over now, and even though I’m still on-call, I am going to have at least two adult beverages this evening.
Do you remember that song up there? Have you ever even heard it? I don’t recall the exact year it came out, but I’d guess somewhere around 96. Sounds right. Summer. 1996. I’m a seasoned bar goer. I have a full-time receptionist job rocking a 100-line console and hella cool Christmas parties. I had a part-time bartending gig at a Tex-Mex place with even better Christmas parties. I have my ‘dawg’, my godsister, my partner in crime. And we have hangouts.
I tell you, we were a crew. Hahaha, if that year-ish were a movie, NC-17 for sure. We loved the bars and the bars loved us. From the hood to the burbs, we were in. One of our favorites was The O in Oakland. I don’t think I could put a clock on the time we spent in there. Or sitting around at the end of the block, on the corner, sometimes into the wee hours of the morning. Back in those days we could literally function on 2 or 3 hours of sleep for a few days in a row. Wasted time? Hell no. Unbeknownst training for Club Med? Hell yes! Good times, good times.
Speaking of good times, last night was the first time in I’m not exactly sure how long that I did some pole dancing. I am rusty with sweaty hands. Who the hell am I?!? I was even terrified of a move. Literally. Could. Not. Do it. (I managed to get it before the end.) I walked away feeling strong and happy and a little sore (snowboarding shoulder).
Welp, it’s dinner time which means it’s adult beverage time. Happy Friday, y’all!
Time Is All The Luck You Need
Let me repeat. Time is all. The luck you need.
Last night, we were chatting about playing the lottery and I said that Lovey should do it as he is more lucky than I. He said that he had probably used up all of his luck. Now I’m sitting here thinking. We’re healthy and happy with a roof over our heads and never empty bellies. We’ve had a great 8.5 years and hopefully many more ahead. This has all happened over time and will continue to happen over time. Time. Is all. The luck you need. 7M3, always powerful.
If you somehow couldn’t tell, me and music go way, way back. There are songs that remind me of certain times, places, people, or some combination of those things. Some songs make me laugh (You Be Illin’, Mesa Con Mas Aplauda), some bring a tear to right below the surface (Never Say Goodbye, You Mean The World To Me), and some are simply meant for dancing (A Lover Is Forever, Dynamite). There is simply music for almost every moment and every mood in my life. (It just hit me how much I miss group choreography and the laughs that ensued out of all of that.)
Well, a whole day has gone by between the last word in the previous paragraph and the beginning of this one. As such, tomorrow morning’s post will probably be a long one.
Step Your Game Up
My apologies if you watched that and it’s stuck in your head. Actually, my apologies if you watched that.
Last weekend, when we went up to Keystone, driving in the snow like maniacs, as do many people, we stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast. And in a McDonald’s, of all places, is where I came to the realization that I needed to up my ass game. Conversation went like this once we got back in the car:
Brother: Lots of nice butts in there.
Hubby: Yup.
Me: Did you see the pink one?
Hubby: Kinda flat.
Brother: Runner’s butt. Now, the one in black…
Me: OMG, I know. Her ass was phenomenal. *sigh* I need to do more squats.
Before you ask, no, I’m never satisfied. I’ll keep working out and stretching and learning because there’s just always room for improvement. If you think there isn’t, you’re only lying to yourself. The rest of us know the truth.
So, yeah, do I wanna have that ass that makes people stop and stare? Of course. Will my knees allow that much squatting? Probably not. Damn you, knees! Although you did hold up well during squats at Zumba last night. I shall train you to accept squats and love them. Lift! Lift, lift, lift I say, ass muscles! Hmm, I don’t think yelling helps. Oh well.
No pictures today, but my split is closer than it’s ever been. I’m measuring with a yoga block and the, umm, highest part of my middle, lol, is barely not touching the block. This is progress. This is also the year I do this damn thing!
You can reach your goals. I will be living proof. Splitscake!