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It Was The Best Of Times

It was the worst of times. Not classic books. Not classic rock. I’m talking about these twenty minutes on the foam roller. OMG OUCH! Yep, I’m paying today for snowboarding without stretching on Saturday and also not following up that riding day with hot tub time (machine). No one to blame but myself, and I’m pointing that finger pretty hard this morning. This morning where I have the hips of,gasp, a 40 year old! Or maybe it’s just that I have beast quads and I just need to get the scar tissue broken up in them. Either way, I probably need help. Like a yoga chair. It’s high on the list.

Today officially starts this new job era for me. I’m partially looking forward to it, partially dreading it, and totally looking forward to my first paycheck. The fun never ends when you just aren’t sure when that’ll happen. Granted, I know that it will for certain by the end of the month, but will they break me off a little sumthin sumthin before that? You just never know here in ye olde Corporate America. Makes me wish, every now and again, that I could just skip it all and go back to bartending. Ah, that fun. Definitely where I’m at my best when I can smartmouth you and you’re gonna take it because you want your drink. No, wait, you want the drink that I made for you because, well, I’m a kickass bartender. But, reality struck (Better find out before your time’s out, what the f!%$!!) and real jobs happened and now I have too much stuff to go back. First world problems.

I think I’ll start openly talking about girl issues here. Why? Well, because it’s my blog and I don’t think that any of my 4 readers are male. You’ll have to make a comment down below if you are indeed male and then perhaps I will scale back the vagina monologues. But until then, I was so sad last week because I had started working out and I still felt as though I was the size of a bounce house. Fortunately, I came to the realization that I was just bloated from that wonder of nature that we ladies experience but I can’t wait to stop experiencing either by menopause (too long to wait) or surgical intervention (when I think I could find 3 weeks where I could sit still to recover). Man, you’d think my life is a lot rougher than it is. (I know I have it good. A lot better than some others. I’m not complaining. Much.)

At almost two weeks into the new year – where it alternates between feeling like January should be over already and it should be somewhere around the second day of the month – I’ve actually surprised myself by getting in here and writing down something, even if it’s only a few sentences, every day so far. 21 days creates a habit right? Or is that 30? And is it same time, same place? Ah well, I’ll just stick with being happy that we’re two weeks in and I’m still writing. My money is in the jar for the 52 week challenge. I’m working out. I’m stretching. I jumped (off of a very small jump) on my snowboard. 2014 is going well. The only thing where I’m falling behind is a latecomer to the ‘things I want to do’ party. I want to get a short story down once a week. By the end of the year, I’ll have an anthology of sorts. Dirty stories. Because they’re the easiest to write. But people are still out there reading Penthouse forum, so I bet they’ll read this.

Well, the time to get moving is upon us. Or at least, it’s upon me. Let’s get out there and get it in week three of the year. This week looks like two Zumba classes, a FabPole class, more working out, more stretching, and snowboarding on the weekend. How’s it looking for you?

ROCO Friday – Snow Makes Me Wet

Now before you go getting all up in arms about that title, know that it’s from a bumper sticker from Silverton Mountain here in Colorado. Also happens when I fall down in it or I’m making snow angels or a snowman, or possibly having a snowball fight. Unfortunately, it also makes me nervous AF when it’s on the roads and I’m scheduled to go to the mountains and there are 60 mph wind gusts. ABS/AWD/anti-skid take the wheel! T minus 9 hours till go time.

As Friday is now the official (and only) work from home day, first and foremost, ROCO! Secondly, I chose to not get up at 5 today and rather get up at 6. Not my brightest idea. I’m completely off schedule now. Late blog post, late breakfast, but I did manage to be logged in and ready for work on time. Let’s go with positive items: I can take care of the laundry while I’m working; I can shower in the total peace and quiet of my empty house (and think I hear people in the house while I’m in there); I can wear my comfy clothes – or nothing at all – for work; No listening to people coughing/sneezing/bringing up phlegm all day! Yeah, that last one is gross, but it’s painfully true. We do get time off folks, keep that at home!

Last night, we took my brother to pick up his wheels. After we got home, we were doing our usual evening stuff when the phone starts ringing. At 8:45. First of all, we don’t answer our house phone unless we are specifically expecting a call. Why? Because 99% of the time it is either solicitors or bill collectors trying to find someone that doesn’t live here. Playing games with those people got old so we just stopped answering. This caller left a message. Funny, it was a recruiter. That’s pretty late for a recruiter (who was in Colorado). Anywho, I’m going to need to update my info so they stop calling. I’m off the market (for at least a year). Sorry, too slow.

Obviously, I got a raise with this promotion – because who gets a promotion without a raise?- but I’m still Sergeant Stingy with that cash. I’m trying to pay off bills and all, but at the same time, still letting myself have some fun. That means I get to buy a couple things here and there. Prepare to giggle. But first let me preface this with I did, just a few weeks ago, get a new snowboard. A demo, so on the cheap,but still a decent ticket item. Other than that, my list of things to buy,probably in this order, is:

A day planner. I am getting this today. I am now pseudo-important and I need to write every single thing down so that I don’t forget any of them and later look like a tool.
New sneakers. I’ve been rocking out these Nikes for longer than I will mention and embarrass myself. Not to mention that this morning during the cardio + weights workout, I rolled my ankle a bit because there’s no damn support left in them. Please buy shoes before you hurt yourself. Thank you.
A yoga chair. Since I have to be in the office 4 days a week now, and I’m trying to work on my flexibility and such, I cannot continue to sit in a crappy office chair. Office chairs shorten my muscles or something. And then, when I need to get up from my desk, every time it’s like watching evolution. I start hunched over and I gradually get to full and upright walking human. When I’m at home, I sit on my stability ball so I don’t have this issue. Probably need a bicycle lock too for attaching said chair to desk so it doesn’t “disappear”.

Just little things. I do still have a car payment and a student loan payment to take care of, after all.

Well, my flock, go forward and ROCO on this wonderful Friday. Have a great weekend and be safe. Tomorrow we can talk about the awesome snowboarding that I did. Maybe even with a video! ROCO!

Seven Whole Days

So we’re a week into the new year. Doesn’t it feel like the holidays were already forever ago? No? That’s just me? *Cartman voice* Screw you guys, I’m going home.

I really do feel like Christmas was forever ago. I suppose that could be because I more or less skipped it this year. I didn’t put up the tree or the village as I wasn’t feeling it (and we weren’t even home the entire week of Christmas, so whom exactly was going to see that work? No one.) Maybe I’ll get back into the swing of things this year, maybe. I guess I’m one of those Scrooge-type people that could seriously do without all the extra stuff, just let me have a couple days off of work.

Speaking of work, this is new for 2014: I got a promotion. While it isn’t official for another week, I’ll be leading my little team of 2 (and a half) engineers whilst shaking the hands and kissing the babies of other departments. Is it my lifelong dream? No, not exactly, but I can do it and I can do it well, so onward and upward after a rather interesting process of getting to this point. I swear I watched one person in particular do a complete 180 in regards to how said person was acting towards me and my interest in the position. Weirdos.

Anywho, work schmerk, let’s talk about my breakfast sandwich maker. I LOVE IT! Now that I’m in my healthy breakfast sandwich mode (egg whites, smoked salmon, slice of cheese on a whole wheat muffin) , it’s so much easier to just throw the stuff in the machine, walk away and come back to a sandwich. Gives me time to do things like start writing the daily blog post. 🙂 I know that healthy breakfast and slice of processed American cheese don’t go together, but man is it good. Although, I am considering finding a different cheese because my sandwiches get too hot and therefore cause more of the cheese to end up on my paper towel than ends up in my belly, but that’s probably not such a bad thing either.

Sidebar: My mom just sent me an email and a portion of it said: “Let your confidence be as an earthquake – a force to be reckoned with – crumbling all negativity that comes your way. BOOM!

So day 2 of P90X3 was a little rough. These workouts are only 30 minutes, but they’re still tough. Today was Agility X. (It’s athlete stuff says Tony,which explains why I had a heck of a time..no coordination.) Jumping around and squats and lunges and more squats and lunges. I’m sure my knees will be feeling this tomorrow, particularly after I tried to follow it up with some hip and hamstring opening yoga and Zumba tonight. Somewhere along the line, I probably lost my mind. Before I lost it, I might have thought that this continual stretching and exercise might get me in shape. We’ll see what happens.

By the way, I haven’t forgotten about the writing prompts (or Zero to Hero for that matter). Sometimes the writing prompts just don’t prompt me to do anything but shake my head. Sometimes the ZTH item doesn’t require an actual post. Today’s prompt is about a time you felt helpless. I don’t do helpless. I’m sickeningly self-sufficient. More than my husband would prefer I’m sure. Perhaps the one time I felt a fleeting case of helplessness was about 20 years ago when I was driving down a hill (going to Monongahela for those that know) that had just been oiled and it had just rained and my tires were none too grippy. I completely lost control of my car, sliding on the wonderful mixture of bald tires, oil and water. Took a cruise down the oncoming traffic lane much to the chagrin of the car coming towards me who was laying on the horn as though I wasn’t trying to get the hell out of their lane. Finally made it back into my own lane, only to overcorrect and start spinning, Fortunately, it ended up only being a 180, but it was a slow motion 180 as I watched the guard rail come closer to the side of my car and hoped against all hope that it held as there was a rather large downhill/cliff waiting for me if it didn’t. Fun! Obviously it held as I’m still here. I did get out of my (new at the time) car and I literally expected my car to be bleeding. Hey, what do you want? I was like 19 and it was my first brand new car. I was absolutely butthurt. Possibly feeling helpless that I broke my car. Poor thing. No sliding around in the Brown Bomber though! I TRY to make that thing spin out but the ABS and AWD and anti-slip/anti-skid kick in and all I get is a little noise. Safe? Extremely. Fun? Hardly.

Well then, I suppose the time is now for me to wrap this up and get on with the day. Enjoy your Tuesday. Stay warm wherever you might be. It’s cold out…you know, because it’s WINTER!

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