You know, every time I think that I’m going to write every day, I never do it (at least not in a whole bunch of years). One would think that I would remember that, but no. I forget. Every time. Then I beat myself up about it. But oh, not this time. If I get one post a week, I think I’m doing ok.
Yes, I used to write almost daily. A lot of that happened when I had really bad bosses though. Bosses who did things like this or this or this. Back then, I was using writing as a way to get stuff off my chest so I didn’t go ballistic and get fired, lol. Either I’ve calmed way way down or things just are a lot better these days, or both. Probably both.
Let’s be real, it isn’t like the world isn’t falling apart right around us, or at least the United States is, but if I let all of that angst in, I’d probably just sit in a corner rocking myself back and forth all day. I wouldn’t necessarily call myself an empath, but I definitely gotta block out some of this madness. The yoga, stretches, meditation, and community of the training I’m in are certainly helping also.
By the way, you’re welcome for that little earworm up there and blessing you with some Method Man to get you through the rest of the week. Sexy ass motherfucker.
I suppose I could dig deep for something else to tell you here, but then I’d just be rambling, so I’m just gonna sign off. See you next time.
It’s a great Wednesday morning to be alive, wouldn’t you say? The sun is shining…ok, it isn’t, it’s actually raining, but hey, still woke up and body parts are still functioning. And since said body parts were still functioning this morning, I took them all down to the dungeon to put them to good use. Three days in a row, lol. 18 more makes it a habit, or so they say. I don’t know that I put full faith in that concept. I’ll still do my best to get down there and put in work daily, though. Except Sunday. That is a day of rest. And football.
So, body is functioning, but oh so sore. It’s being stubborn and acting like we’ve never worked hard before. And really, we aren’t even working that hard…yet. Knocking down the T25/PiYo hybrid calendar because I’m a Beachbody fool. One of the things I have been amazed at in these last three days is how much less these two programs suck this time around. I swear to you that the first time I popped in a T25 or PiYo workout, I didn’t even make it the whole way through. I gave up. I sucked. Not any more though. Now, I am awesome. A couple levels of it.
Hey, remember our door ghosts? I totally thought that we exorcised ourselves of that particular demon, but just when we got comfortable, that damned garage door went up by itself again. Yesterday, we had tried resetting all of the codes and that kept the door down for a good 12 hours, but alas, the poltergeist has returned. Lovey did some further investigation and it seems that perhaps the super duper laser beam sensors aren’t quite correct as well. It’s always an adventure.
Speaking of adventures, you ever talk to Microsoft support on the phone? It’s probably more of a nightmare than an adventure, going round and round in circles, fighting the language barriers, rephrasing myself 5 different ways, the party never ends! ‘Nuff about that, though. It’s done.
I’m still trying to work out what I want to do, if anything, for my birthday. Maybe I’ll just buy a pole again, lol. That’s less than half of a weekend stay up in the mountains and I’ll keep it forever…or until I sell it again. I guess it’ll partially go the route of, will the landlord allow me to bolt up to the ceiling. I think she will. 🙂 But I need a fallback plan and I don’t have one. Where would you go? What would you do? Keep in mind that the budget is limited to under $1000 and it has to cover two people. See how hard that is?!?! I am totally accepting ideas here. I know it’s my birthday and I should pick, but I just don’t know what to do with myself. So typical.
Welp, much to get done and time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future. And happy Back To The Future day if that sort of thing floats your boat. Have a great day and don’t get caught humpin around.
After yesterday's crapfest, today is much better. :-) Even my horoscope says so:
Unexpected communication from someone special – most likely another woman – is likely to brighten your entire day, MiamiShyner. Even the subtlest of comments can take you to the Moon and back. You delight in the little things, and it does not take much to amuse you. There is plenty for you to be amused about today, and you will find that you happily bounce from one subject to the next, not to mention one feeling to the next.
I wonder who's gonna call or write today?!?! The anticipation!! SQUEE!
So much to do, so much time to do it in.
So it happens to also be February 14. So what? Just so we're clear, this is not a day for love just because Hallmark says so. Many other things have happened on this day, and plenty of them were violent.
Look, don't get me wrong. Businesses need to make money, keep the economy strong, blah, blah, blah. But why is it such a big deal to show your love on this day? Do you not love your spouse/sig. other every other day of the year? I do. I love him every day. I tell him every day. And that's why today is just Wednesday. I told him not to waste money on the hype. Everything that he gives me on a daily basis is more special, more romantic, and more loving than some forced flowers or candy just becuase big business says he should.
No amount of chocolate or flowers will ever be better than the sparkle in his eyes when he smiles at me, the crappy living situation he rescued me from, the care and patience he shows towards my daughter or his half-asleep hugs when I leave for work in the morning. Love didn't begin on February 14 and it doesn't end on February 15. It's 24/7, 365 for those who are really in it.
So yeah, go blow all your cash on overpriced candy and flowers today, but remember. If you love him/her, spontaneous romance is more likely to be looked upon as special than today's efforts. But that's just my opinion.
I LOVE YOU BABE! Happy Wednesday.