Ramblings

Victory is mine!

Maybe you have this where you live, maybe you don’t. What is this? Why, it’s Peter Pan Honey Roast Peanut Butter. It is so m-f-ing delicious. It’s right behind bacon delicious. I fell in love with this PB while living in Miami.

I somehow completely forgot that just because something is in a store in one place that it might not be in a store in another place. I just thought that I could have my PB anywhere. Sadly, I was mistaken. Upon our arrival, needed to find a new grocery store, preferably one that carried our PB. We tried out King Soopers (a Kroger affiliate), Safeway, a Super WalMart (otherwise known as the evil empire), and Super Target. No one had my beloved.

Lovey and I even went as far as to go to the ConAgra website to see if we could find it anywhere and to our sheer surprise, there were no stores in Colorado carrying this peanut butter! Devastation!!

Well, we chose Target as the grocery store of choice and about once a month on our receipt we’d get a “fill out this survey for the chance to win a gift card” website. Free gift cards can’t be beat so every time I’d go fill out the survey. At the end of the survey, there was always a free text section for comments. Every time, I told them that I wanted my peanut butter. Every. Time. For the last nine months.

Imagine my surprise when this past weekend we turned the corner into the peanut butter isle and…….Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Conway Twitty.

My long lost peanut butter found its way back to me!! *does a happy dance*

Also, I am totally taking the credit for bringing this peanut butter delicacy to Colorado.

37.whoknows – Happy May

Hey, hey! Remember me? Blog owner…blog neglecter? Yep, well, I’m back. For a hot minute anyway.

One might think, “Oh, she hasn’t posted lately, so she must be SO busy”, but one would be wrong. I mean, things are always hectic, that’s just the way life is, but I’ve been just procrastinating with the writing I suppose. I’m my productivity’s worst enemy. I need to change that.

Sometimes, I start writing and then I just get stuck. That really sucks and is part of the reason why I stopped. It’s like I just go brain dead in mid-sentence. What?

Here’s what I should be working on:

Insanity – I have to be beach ready in 6 weeks
Flying – Before the end of the summer, I’d like to once again find the balls to throw my forward over (out of lines, of course)
Poling – Really gotta get this up more than once a week if I’m gonna make any progress. Would love to take a class but money doesn’t grow on trees yet.
Flexibility – UGH. GRRR. And EFFF! Probably the same 6 inches (probably 4 on the good side) away from that split. Stupid hips!

Here’s what I am working on:

Crickets
Tumbleweeds

Yes, I need to get a move on. I need to find my warrior path and my warrior focus (thank you, warrior cuz).

Starting……now.

37.81 – High Flight

Do you remember flying through the air with the greatest of ease? Having the ability to fly for a couple of hours and not skip a beat? Do you remember being all:

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941

when flying? I do. In my head. My body, on the other hand, doesn’t seem quite as interested. I know it’s a long road back, but I also know that I’m one impatient sucker.

And I hurt. I’m so sore. It’s ridiculous. But it’s the best pain ever. By the end of summer, I’ll be back in the groove. I’ll be stretchy. I’ll be bendy. I’ll be gorgeous. Oh wait, already got that one down. 😀

37.84 – I Got Lost

Yes, lost. It’s been over a month since I posted anything. I think. Oddly, a decent amount of things have happened, and yet, I’ve felt no need to document them. I think I’d like to recap the last seven months as they apply to work. (Holy cow, we’ve been here for SEVEN MONTHS already!!)

Upon arrival, I pretty much immediately picked up a temp job through an agency. While the company was great and the people were nice, the work was certainly not anything that I wanted to do for a moment longer than necessary. As such, I always kept my eyes open. I found something a little closer to home through agency number two. There was this and that to be done before I could start and in the meantime, I had a couple more interviews. It was seriously famine for about a month and then a feast. Agency number two told me that this position was of a certain type. Well, turns out that wasn’t the case. Annoyed.

And not feeling bad about accepting a different position with agency number three, but not before a really fantastic interview at a place where I really felt that I clicked with the people there. The work was exactly what I wanted to do. It gave me interesting work and the opportunity to learn some things that I wanted to learn. Unfortunately, they just weren’t ready to make their decision and I wasn’t in a position to wait.

Agency number three put me in another place that had fantastic nice people and the opportunity to learn some things, but I kept looking back to that interview. That “what if I had waited”. It was killing me. The company for agency number three wanted to bring me on full-time. I did everything that I needed to do (and thanks to those who did their parts as well), I had the offer letter in hand, but I was still reading the classifieds.

And then I saw it. The position that I had interviewed for previously was open again. I didn’t know why it was open, but I knew that I had to try. I sent my information once again. It didn’t take long to get a response. They wanted me to come in to “interview” again. I did. And I knew it went really well. And I knew a decision had to be made. I leapt. I turned down the offer in hand and waited. Waited. Waited. Got nervous. Got really nervous. Started getting scared. Started trying to figure out how long I could last without working.

Then the email came. And all was good in the m-f-ing hood. 😀

So, I’ll know more in another day or two. Life will be good again….as if it were ever not. I live in Colorado, for Pete’s sake!

37.63 – Natural Born Boxer

Cardio m-f-ing boxing. Day 2. I love it. Ha, and Rocky 3 is on right now. I pity the fool!

So, class tonight. Not as tough as the first time but still a great class. We were throwing some combos and the instructor was walking around making sure everyone had some sort of form. He got to me as I was all jab cross hook uppercut hook hook slip hook to the body hook to the head and he looked at me a little funny and asked if it was my first class. I told him that, no, it was my second class. He then asked if I had taken classes somewhere else before, but no, I haven’t. He seemed perplexed. I told him that I watched a lot of boxing on tv (thanks Solo Boxeo, HBO and Showtime!) and grew up with mostly boys (thanks to both Shawns, Runner, Harpo, Matilsh, Justin, Larry, the Cathers brothers and everyone else who put me through the paces) and he said he could tell. Then I blew a snot bubble. Scheck-shay!

Water break.

Next combo rolls around and I’m all jab cross hook uppercut hook hook slip hook to the body hook to the head move and jab move and jab move and jab cross jab cross and he came over and said that he’d have me in the ring in no time. I told him that I really wasn’t interested in getting hit in the head and he said that’s why we slip. Ha! Touche!

Let it just be said that I love these classes. I’m going to shoot for three a week of the cardio boxing before I step it up to the cardio kickboxing class. I. Will. Kick. Your. ASS! With that being said, it appears that I may be a natural. Now, I know that there are one or two of you who have a smart ass comment regarding any natural ability I have at sports (I’m looking at you Negativo and Ant), and let me repeat: I. Will. Kick. Your. Ass. 😛

Well, I’m whooped. I’m gonna go make love to some extra strength Tylenol and Blue-Emu super strength and hit the sack. With an uppercut.

PEACE!

Ramblings

Victory is mine!

37.whoknows – Happy May

37.81 – High Flight

37.84 – I Got Lost

37.63 – Natural Born Boxer

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