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Things on Tuesday – The Pole Dance Edition

Mmmmm, writing prompts are delicious. Without further ado…

Nailing that new move

Six packs – Both of beer and the abs I can almost see…first thing in the morning after I haven’t eaten for more than 10 hours.
Saving lives – Signed up to get CPR (re)certified this weekend. I get AED training too. Lookout y’all, I’m talented!
Sharing the love – Teaching two classes this week! Yay! Also getting my own pole love in today in studio.
Office Friday – I get two a week since the return of Work From Home Wednesday. The first one doesn’t bring a weekend, but it does afford me the opportunity to control the heat and wear (or not wear) whatever I want.
Colorado – I just love you.
Mini vacation – Aaaand before we turn around, it’ll be time to go to Florida. Looking forward to coffee on the porch, seeing some folks, doing some writing, but probably not relaxing, lol. If the weather’s nice though, maybe we get out on the boat.

Bruises and missing skin

Ants and spiders – Where the hell did they all come from?!?! I know it’s getting cold out and they want somewhere warm to go, but that is NOT inside my house! Spiders are smart; they run when they see me coming. Ants just kinda hang out and that’s why they die. Sorry guys.
Hackers – Someone hacked my iTunes account (why don’t I just close that?!?! It isn’t as though I’m EVAR going back to an iPhone, and Spotify is much more handy for me than iTunes anyway). Jerks. Disputed. Thanks for the email, iTunes, that says my account was accessed by someone in a country that was just characters. Ever think about not putting that transaction through? Whatevs. Android awaaaaaaaaayy!
Herman Cain, PSU, asteroid close encounters – WTF man.

Get your things on; it’s Tuesday!

Manic Monday: Post-Steelers blues

Alright, alright, let’s just get the elephant out of the way.

That was some uninspired, for the most part, playing of the game last night, boys. It wasn’t a blowout like last time since the Ravens were playing equally like caca. Yeah, yeah, defense, etc. I get it. But if I saw what was going to happen in that last 30, hell 10 seconds, I think y’all who get paid for it maybe should’ve seen it also. How many times you gonna let them thrown down the field before you think they stop dropping it? Ahhhhh. It’s kind of gotten the royal us (I am aware that I don’t play, nor do I have any affect on the outcome of games, but I’ve loved it for well over 20 years so it’s US.) in a bad position as far as standings, but we can come back. Certainly have to beat the Bengals. Twice.

Enough about that. Lumber on outta the room ya big purple bastard.

Last week, I didn’t make it to the gym or studio nearly as much as I wanted to and by Friday I could completely tell. I was grumpy and on edge and everything was making me want to punch/kick/stab. Hopefully this week will be a little better. There’s the possibility of 4 days in the studio and certainly at least 2 days in the gym. Party, party, party.

There is much more that I could ramble about, but it just isnt’ necessary this morning. Have yourself a lovely little Monday.

Sleep. It’s What’s for Dinner.

A war has begun. Battle lines have been drawn. Both sides are armed to the teeth. It is Me vs. The Sleep Monster.

Most nights, and I’m talking a good 98% of the nights, my head hits the pillow and it’s lights out, see you tomorrow. But oh, no, the Sleep Monster has been eluding me as of late. Wait, that’s not accurate. The Sleep Monster lays down with me in the bed and then waits until I’m asleep and thinks he’ll get up and sneak out in the middle of the night. But I know he gets up. His departure awakens me from my slumber and then for the rest of the night, it’s toss, turn, toss, toss, turn.

Could be related to Lovey having the craptacular 5-2 shift this week because when he doesn’t sleep well, neither do I usually. Last night, I laid down at ten. I could barely keep my eyes open (thanks, Merlot). Off to dreamland I went. But then that damn Sleep Monster left me. I was confused as to what time it was and I don’t really have anything bedside that isn’t super bright that would allow me to see. Since I was up anyway, I figured a trip to the bathroom was in order. On my way back to bed, I stopped on Lovey’s side because that’s where the clock is. This time, I was able to see the clock without any issue. I wish I hadn’t.

I was wide awake and it was 12:30. TWELVE. THIRTY. I would usually revel in the fact that I could sleep for another 5.5 hours, but this was just painful. Am I getting that old where I only need two hours of sleep?!?! This is why I keep my life so full. Eventually, I’m going to need a lot less sleep and if I’m not moving, I’ll be bored and then I’ll die a boring old lady death. Nah, I’m good on that. *sets up the pole*

On another note, after one day with the new phone, I’m getting accustomed to it. The battery life is somewhere to the left of craptastic. I think it does what it wants, when it wants and I need to read the manual to see what settings I can change to keep hope alive. The screen is wonderfully brilliant and I think it’ll come in handy if I want to record myself trying some new pole move. Tonight.

Yay! Tonight I get to work on one of my goals of getting in more pole work. I’ll be taking class from 5:45 to 6:45 and then watching another member of Team Apprentice teach a class. Going back on Friday as well. Fun!

Also in the working out, health and fitness realm. I am about three pounds away from maximum density. Or at least that’s what the scale says. But that damn thing doesn’t take into account that I have around 5 pounds of hair on my head (yes, it’s that heavy) and another, oh, let’s say 7 pounds in the chest. So, the scale only knows what’s written on paper. It doesn’t have the full story. I don’t need to be concerned with what it says. *eats another cookie and then heads to the gym*

Oh, back to the phone. It makes Words With Friends fun to play again. It doesn’t freeze up and crap out. So, yeah. Find me on Facebook or some such and start up a game.

Yesterday’s 750 was easy. Today, it’s a struggle. I’m not going to make it but I have to be okay with that. Accept my faults and all that stuff. Ah well. Time has run out. Have yourselves a merry little Christmas.

Going strong

I was just wondering if someone out there might do me a solid and add a couple more hours to the day. In return, I promise to put them towards reaching my October goals. I swear that I won’t use them for sleeping, Facebook, or Twitter. Only for reading, stretching, or choreographing a class, be it Zumba or pole. I’ll be waiting. You can reply here.

It’s a good thing that I love my job because it gets crazier by the moment. Yesterday, in combination with four meetings, I started training my replacement. Apparently, it wasn’t widely known that she was starting today. Umm, oops? I don’t think that it’s my responsibility to make those sorts of announcements. Which is why I didn’t. Surprise!

There are some other things in the works regarding the goings on at work, but they aren’t definite just yet. Let’s just say that I may have more than originally thought, sooner than originally planned. At least they like to keep me busy and they respect my fresh. Any time that I have even an inkling of disappointment or disgust, I just remember where I was a mere two years ago and that makes me overwhelmingly happy to have what I have now as opposed to the nightmare I had then. Pass the peanut butter.

About those October goals…..P90X is still going swimmingly (I just wanted to use that word). Into week 2 now and feeling good. I won’t lie, I was extremely sore over the weekend. Between doing legs and then a gazillion pull-ups, I was walking around looking like, oh, um, Frankenstein. Oddly enough, the only thing that fixed me was getting back to the exercise on Monday. (I know there’s scientific reason behind this, tyvm have a cookie.)

Day 4 of the month and I’m tackling 1/4 of my pole teaching goal. I revamped my class structure to make it a little more up-tempo and a little bit more difficult in the stretching and conditioning. “This is Level 2, people. Come on!” ~ that’s my Tony Horton impression. Since I’m poling today, I’ll get one of my stretch days in today. I’d like to get a class in as well, where I do work on my skills, but that may not be in the cards for today. I do still have to put together a playlist. We’re either going 80s Hip-Hop and R&B or Hair Metal. Bwahahahaha, my musical tastes are ridiculous.

Reading is going slowly because one of the books is just a difficult read. The writer writes like I do…too many damn words to say things. At least I’m not as repetitive as she is though. I hope. I will still finish the both before the end of the month.

Zumba, I hope to work on you this weekend. But there’s housecleaning and yard work to be done also. Why is it again that I can’t clone myself?

Alas, my time has run out for this brain dump. Until later….

Still Alive

Miracle of miracles.

Last week was my first adventure in not being lazy. It went something like this: boxing on Monday,Wednesday, and Friday, then trapeze on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, and throw in some pole on Saturday before trapeze. Originally, I was planning for more trapeze on Sunday, but my body (and my hubby) said, “Hey, stupid. You really ought to think about resting a day.” And so I did.

Now we’re into week 2 of no lazyasses allowed. Hit the gym yesterday in my neverending quest to get down to featherweight. If I were an Olympic boxer, I’d be totally screwed because ~~of hair and boobs~~ I’d get stuck in the middleweight division with ladies up to 165 pounds. Yikes! As it stands in “regular” boxing, I’m fluctuating between lightweight and super lightweight. Sounds nice, right? Yeah, not so much.

Holy smokes, I think I just had an epiphany regarding why I can’t hold that damn straddle whip. We’ll see if I’m right later this evening if the rain holds off.

The rest of the week remains full of more boxing, more trapeze, and more pole (hopefully in studio but certainly at home). All this work because I love to perform. I hate to practice sometimes, but I love to perform. I’d do a fight night at the gym, but they want me to sprout a money tree from my rear end for training. Instead, I’ll have a little fun at the circus show and then a little more at a certain student showcase. 🙂

Well, more rambling later. For now, I must go dress to fly.

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Things on Tuesday – The Pole Dance Edition

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Sleep. It’s What’s for Dinner.

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Still Alive

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