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Fortress Of Solitude

Not the Arctic or any of the other random places that the ole Superman hangs out, but my kitchen. I kinda really enjoy cooking. We were just talking about my dream kitchen today, all full of nifty appliances and islands and convection ovens and dual ovens and blast chillers and OMG I want Kitchen Stadium in my house! I have a Pinterest account that I hardly ever use. Perhaps I shall start making my fantasy kitchen there.

Not long ago, I told a recently engaged friend that I would make her some baked goods. I really couldn’t decide on what to make and then I realized that I didn’t necessarily have to pick only one thing. So I made one thing today and I’ll make something else next week. The list of desserts I have bookmarked is, if not downright impressive, downright piggish. I do love to bake, but I can’t do it all the time or else we would have to work out considerably more than we do.

On that working out thing, we’re hitting the mountain again tomorrow. Keystone over Breck! Although we got some first runs on some groomers, we found that we like it better once it’s gotten cut up a bit. So, first run powder yes. First run groomers not so much. We’ll likely end up on those again tomorrow, but hey, I’m being a picky diva wench.

You know, I was going to write some more here, but I think I’m gonna go do some other stuff instead. Yeah, other stuff. Nighty night.

Brain Freeze!

No, I didn’t eat my ice cream too fast, nor did I drink my daquiri too fast. No, dear reader, today, whilst out on the mountain, I unwittingly inhaled really hard to clear the snowboarding snot (how ladylike, right?) and I had my gloved hand up against my nose. Said glove had snow on it which I inhaled with zeal, much like I imagine a cokehead would inhale that first/second/however many line. Let me tell you that this takes brain freeze to a whole new level. Kinda like an even sharper ice pick to the brain. Ouch.

It was a gorgeous bluebird day out there today.DCIM100GOPRO

A 38 year old, a 40 year old, and a 41 year old walk onto Peak 7. They ride all day, skipping going to the top of Peak 6, hitting Peak 8 and Peak 9 also. 8 hours later, they’re lying around the house wondering if anyone got the license plate of the truck that hit them all. There are sore bums, knees, hips, shoulders, and pretty much everything else going on in this house. Thank goodness we decided to take tomorrow off to lay around and watch football, but we’re going back on Monday. Yes, we’re insane. Or at least two of the three of us are.

I thought that driving up and riding and coming back on the same day would really suck. It’s actually not that bad. I did have to switch out driving duties about 40 minutes away from the house, but my eyes really just wanted to close. I think it had something to do with concentrating on the road because as soon as we played Chinese Fire Drill, I was nice and awake. I’m weird like that though.

Now that I am horribly sore, I am once again considering going to get a massage. I would really be interested in hearing someone’s reviews of Massage Envy. It’s a chain of sorts so I automatically have shied away from it. Perhaps you could recommend someone? Here are my criteria:

  • Preferably a dude although I’ve had a few female massage therapists that have had really strong hands, dudes are just naturally stronger. Also, they tend to talk less. I don’t want to have a conversation; I want a massage. I’ll let you know if the pressure is too much.
  • On that pressure point (ha! see what I did there?!?!), like they said in Dodgeball, “Go Balls Deep!” The very last thing I want is a “massage” where you’re just running your hands over my arms/legs/back/etc. I’m pretty active. I have muscles that have been used and abused. Fascia like rocks. No smooth muscle fibers. Is there something deeper than deep tissue? I want that.

Two things. That’s it. Is that so much to ask? I don’t think so. Oh, can I keep it under $100 too? Not necessarily under $100 including the tip, but pre-tip, that would be nice. Yeah, so if you know someone, shoot me a line, would ya? While I’m waiting, I think I’m going to turn in. I still have to try to work out in the morning. Take care!

ROCO Friday – The Half Payday (New) Edition

Who doesn’t love a little N.E. Heartbreak? Also, WIN! Video posted in blog!

Most of this week I was just aching to find out if, with the new promotion, they would throw me a bone and pay me for two weeks of new job money. Of course they did not. But hey, I’m still moving on up. And on that note, I don’t understand why it is that when I update my LinkedIn saying I got a promotion is when I get an influx of calls from recruiters. So backwards. If I had lost my job, I wouldn’t get one call. (Totally not true, but trying to make a point here.) They’re interesting to talk to though. Wednesday I got a call from a corporate recruiter who was really blunt about asking me info about where I work and what I do and how much money I make. In turn, I decided to return the favor. Her position was downtown so that’s an automatic no thank you in my book, particularly since I’m currently only 10 minutes away from work and getting downtown could take an hour. Since she was cool talking money, I asked her the range on her position. Caps out at $17k less than I’m currently making. Ummmm, I’m good on that, but send me your contact info because those things are good to have. If you’re looking for an IT job that is SQL based plus troubleshooting, let me know. I have leads for you. 🙂

Did I mention TGIF? ROCO Friday? End of the week? Get on down to party town? Anything else cheesy and cliche I can add here? As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, it’s been a long week and I am ready to strap this piece of fiberglass/wood/metal to my feet and go rocketing down a mountain in the snow. I will be jumping comfortably by the end of this season!

I’m out of things to say for today. I’d like to know what you think. Is this a good length for a blog post? Too short? Certainly not too long. Do you blog? If so, what do you base your post length on? Happy Friday and ROCO!!

Rectus Femoris? I Damn Near Killed It

This muscle is currently the bane of my existence. I won’t make you go look it up – let’s call it high, outer quad and then we all know what I’m talking about. I’ve been stretching and foam rolling this M-F-er and it just refuses to give in! I’m fairly certain that this muscle alone is the reason I get up from my desk like a neanderthal. It also makes my knee hurt. The human body is freaking amazing how it’s all interconnected (and sometimes all in pain). And no, I’m not a doctor, but I play one in my head by using my fun phone apps like Learn Muscles and Trigger Points. Oh, and I can’t forget WebMd – the preferred tool of hypochondriacs nationwide.

Did you know that the universe is a dick sometimes? For example, I have my list of things that I want to get done and I’m working diligently on them, and then along comes the universe and says, “Hey! What about THIS?!?!” as it dangles the most delicious looking creme brulee I’ve ever seen in front of my face. Why, universe, why? Today’s dessert comes in the form of a writing lab. I know it will be helpful and time well spent, but the question is, where will I find the time? Scheduling my free time isn’t my strongest suit. It’s why I write in the morning rather than waiting till the evening, weekends excepted. After I get home from work, I just want to decompress and not use my brain. But, and pardon me while I have a revelation here, I need to exercise my brain the same as I exercise my body. There ya go, genius. That’s how you get it done. Ok, writing lab is on the agenda.

Also, winter allergies. Is that a thing? It sure feels like it in my nose. I know the house is a little dusty, but I also know it’s not enough to be causing all of this mess. Maybe I’ll go WebMd myself and self-diagnose my ailments. Mild bronchitis? Possibly. Walking pneumonia? Probably not, but a semi-hypochondriac would swing for that fence, right? Of course we would! On a side note, my husband just shakes his head if he happens to catch me looking at WebMd. Ha, it’s medical porn and I love it.

This weekend, I’m going to, for the first time, take off my diva boots and drive up to Breck in the morning and return on the same day. We’ve been here three years now and yes, my spoiled ass has stayed up there at least overnight every time. I know, it’s terrible. I’m usually pretty thrashed though by the time we break for lunch and just the thought of a 90 minute drive makes me wanna cry. But, panties up! I’m doing it this weekend.

One last thing before I go finish preparing for this day. Dear all of y’all, particularly you circus/pole/aerial people: could you slow down on being so fantastic? I am trying to keep up and I am, for the most part, several years your senior. You’re making me look bad! 😛  Jokes! I have jokes! You ladies and gents keep on rocking because you give me something to strive towards. It’s not greatness in the general sense of the word, but greatness for my age, body, and abilities. Yeah. I’m not 26 and I can’t bend like that, but I will push myself to bend the best I can. I’m not so many things that you are, but I AM so many things that you’ll never be – like black. Bwahahahahahaha!  I’m a mess. Do you do this to yourselves? Do you strive to match/meet the goals of others? No? Just me? Ok. Carry on and have a wonderful Tuesday!

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?

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