While, yes, the weekend technically consists of Saturday and Sunday, my weekend really only consists of Saturday being active and Sunday recovering from any Saturday madness. Such is the case with this weekend.
Sidebar: Wait, before I continue on, does really enjoying Jeremiah Weed tea/lemonade make me a hick? I think that’s what the commercials are telling me. If I keep drinking it I’m gonna grow a beard and a pot belly and perhaps my flannel shirt will fill out with moobs? That would suck. I’m not going to stop drinking it. I’ll let you know what happens.
Saturday morning, I arose early (for at least the fifth week in a row…I need to give myself a break and sleep in one time)
Another sidebar: We were just discussing what to have for dinner. I was thinking I might have a bowl of cereal. Lovey said that a bowl of cereal wasn’t dinner so I said I’d have two bowls of cereal to make it a full meal. This is perfect logic, isn’t it? Is watching Ricky Bobby making me dumber?
to travel on down to Parker to attend a stretching and flexibility workshop
Sorry, but sidebar: Playgirl is for gay men? I seriously thought it was for dirty girls like myself. I’m stunned by this. I’m cool with sharing though. Just not Lovey. 🙂
lead by the one and only Michelle Stanek. 2011 USPDF Amateur Champion. Winner of the PFA’s Pole Drama Competition. Yep, I think she’s qualified. Let’s start with it’s Sunday evening and I’m MEGA sore from STRETCHING! But it was oh, so worth it. We did some serious straddle split and side split stretching. Then there were the bridges. Ouch. I really need to work on that. I’m encouraged to work more on my stretching as during the workshop I was close to actually getting into the side split. Close enough that Michelle asked if I had my split and said I’d have it in no time. *starstruck moment*
It’s likely that I’m extra sore because I pushed too hard, stretched a little too far. Partner stretching probably isn’t the best idea for me because I’ll just keep relaxing into the stretch and go too far. Or am I supposed to just keep that stretch going until I reach my goal position and just not be able to walk for a while until I get there? Decisions, decisions.
Well, while I decide, I also
get to decidealready made a decision on something else. Something so exciting and so fun. But since it isn’t totally official yet, I am not going to say what it is just yet.
And all of this was before noon!!
It's been quite the interesting day so far. I went to talk to a man about a dog. The dog looked really nice and I thought that we'd get along well, but the man said that a couple other people were also looking at the dog and they had bigger yards, more time to spend with the dog, etc. So, I have to think about whether or not I want to try to get the dog or just let someone else have the dog. I think that I'm gonna leave the dog to someone with the bigger yard since the guy said that if he had a smaller dog that would be a better fit for me, that he would keep me in mind. So, while that was a shut 'em down, there's still a glimmer of hope.
I'z am tryin to find me some higher learning rights now. One day, whens I growz up, I'z wants to be the law! Moving toward that goal, I applied to go to the FBI Citizen's Academy here in Miami. It would go right along with my degree in Criminal Justice and you get to learn nifty stuff like fingerprinting, forensics, and FIREARMS TRAINING! They have two sessions a year – one in April and one in October. I got the email a couple hours ago that I didn't get into this one but they would hang on to my application for October. I've still got another April and October before I graduate as well but that's still a shut 'em down! But also, it's another glimmer of hope. At least they didn't tell me that I couldn't go at all. I am competing against all of Miami-Dade county after all and they only take 20 to 30 people. Mebbe I getz in next time.
Yesterday I had opportunity to speak to an old friend who happens to also be a friend of Kiddo's sperm donor (SD). As you may guess, he is not a part of her life any longer but by his own choice. I'm not going into the history here in detail bcause it's just ugly. Said friend, we will call him Howler, asked how Kiddo was doing. And I let him know that she's fine and dandy. Howler said that SD told him that he hasn't spoken to her in forever, which is true. I'm guessing it's been about 2 years now. Aparently, SD told Howler that after I "took her away" that I moved and changed all of our phone numbers and that's why he hasn't been able to contact her. Honestly, at that point I had to wonder if Howler could actually believe this as Howler has been able to contact me via IMs and has my telephone number. But, the reality that needs to karate chop SD in the throat (N-KOW!), is that I have lived in the same house for the last three years. I have had the same telephone number, email address, IM logons for the last three years. Oh, yeah, so has my mother. The irony in it all is that when I was trying to track SD down for legal purposes, HE had quit his job, moved, and disconnected his cell phone, I am assuming, in order to not be found.
N-KOW! N-KOW! N-KOW! N-KOW! Karate chop to the throat. Karma's gonna shut 'em down so I don't have to worry about that.
I have the most possibly nervous energy. Ever. I like it. I may go run around Lincoln Road. Or not. But I have coupon's for Vickie's and I need to purchase something to squish my boobs together so I can pretend I have cleavage to put in the dress for the wedding. KA-SQUISH!
That's it for me kids! HEP!