Zombies make my ankles hurt

Robbie and I have officially completed a practice run for the apocalypse! Spoiler alert: we may not survive. To be fair I imagine the actual apocalypse will not include staying within the caution tape so I suppose there is a bit of hope. :) I will say this: I will actively avoid the foothills as much as possible because the uneven terrain did a number on my ankles and they are just now starting to feel less awful.

Robbie and I had a great weekend and you can see the photo-novela of it on Facebook if you're cool enough to be friends with me (let's be real if you are here reading this you have probably already seen them but I don't want my blog to feel exclusive to the wayward wanderer so I keep it general). It was really nice to have him visit (really nice to have someone hang out with me all weekend and not make lame excuses or forget to call me... personal rant over I promise!).

And now today's top story: my trainer is missing. Ok he's apparently no longer my trainer (I suspect he may have been fired). I'm sad. I liked Taylor and his scary arms. He was nice. I was handed off to a new guy, Tim today and then ultimately adopted by Rico. He is shorter than me and not particularly ripped but I don't really care because I think this is the guy who randomly high-fived me a couple times during one of my gym visits (for no apparent reason...which are the best high-fives). He seems cool so far (5 minute intro). Hopefully he'll push me so that we can stay the course with Operation Skinny Bitch. OSB is going well by the way. I still look pretty much the same, just a tiny bit less fluffy. For now that's promising...right?

Is that you, Universe? It's me, Sam!

I think the Universe is speaking to me today. I went to wash my car and when I finished up and got in to drive away "Call Me Maybe" was on the radio... it was almost over but I cranked what was left and soaked up the awesome. Clearly it was a sign. I went for a little drive to let my car (Stella... I finally committed to a name!) dry off and I'll be darned if I didn't catch it on the next radio station! Hello, Universe, thanks for the "Buck up kiddo!"; I probably needed that. Sometimes you have to be reminded how awesome stuff can be even when it's not grand and fabulous and you're flying solo. Even just rockin' your to-do list.

Additionally I want to challenge anyone who's feeling a little glum to go for a short drive, pick a rocking radio station or playlist, crank that business up, roll down the windows and sing along as loud as you dare. Don't worry if people see you--they're jealous. (If it bugs you, you could always wear those Charlie Chapman mustache glasses...hell that might just jack the awesome all the way up to 11!) If that doesn't do a little somethin'-somethin' for your mood it may be time to consider pharmaceutical intervention or professional counselling.

No go forth and be awesome!

Operation Skinny Bitch Update

Ok so I've worked with Taylor twice now and both times I have cursed his name two days after the fact as I struggled to stand up out of a chair or had to conjure up all my will to lift my coffee off the desk. He said that soreness means results. If this is true the back of my knees and the sides of my neck are going to be dead sexy before too long (those muscles made their presence known for a week after each of their beatings). Taylor is a nice guy. He is good at what he does for the following reasons:

1) He is pretty convincing when he says things like "You got it! Just 5 more!" and "C'mon! Keep going!" to my fluffy self as I sweat and struggle to do the last however many whatever-I'm-doing's (he always counts so he could totally be torturing me). I think that is probably skill number one you learn when getting your personal training certification. Acting is key! I'm sure he's really thinking "Dear TODD this girl is pathetic... but it's almost precious how she thinks she's doing so good... bless."

2) I am SORE afterwards. That's the point right? If so he's getting an A+.

3) He talks back to me. I'm not sure if you're supposed to be the "strong, silent type" when being a personal trainer but Taylor is. The good news is when I talk to him (to distract myself from my wobbly legs as I wall-sit) he does talk back to me. I'm trying to warm him up so I don't have to carry all the conversational weight as well as the weight of my pudgy self through all these sessions, but he get's full credit for playing along. Some people suck at that.

4) He looks the part. It's a little intimidating but I think it's just as well that I am intimidated by this man's scary arms. It does help me feel very obedient when he tells me I have 10 of anything left. I can't let this man and his giant biceps down. He could do this in is sleep! Hell he probably does! To be fair he's not as hulking as I remember him being when I met him... but he's no Napoleon...

This week he is on vacation so I had homework--do either the arms or legs routines we did and then cardio a couple more times. I picked legs because it seems like you should alternate...? Clearly I needed this guidance. I did my best to remember everything and execute as if those scary biceps were watching me. I think I did a good job. But the true test is if on Wednesday I am muttering swears under my breath at my legs for being a couple of wussies. We'll see...

Big Day

Ok so I accidentally got a trainer today. For a whole year. Not sure what exactly it was about me that screamed "come goad this chick into paying for fitness guidance!" (Kidding... it was my lack of ear buds and pathetic attempt to run...and probably the fact that that's the ONLY thing I do at my gym) but over strolled Nick to tease me about my long run and lack of anything else. He then coaxed me to give up early on that and go do some plyometrics with him. I kinda wanted to kick him in the middle of it. He was not too bashful to point out that my rolly-poley self was sweating more in his 8 minutes than I had in my 28 minutes of running. I may have sworn at him a couple of times too. But he was a good sport about it and before I knew it I was signing up for a years worth of training.

I will be working with this beef cake guy named Taylor. He is kind of massive. It's a little scary. But he seems nice so I'm going to try to withhold any judgement. Operation Skinny Bitch starts Tuesday... let's hope I'm not a fool.

I'm boring even myself...

Lately there hasn't been a lot going on in my day-to-day life that's worth even blogging about. My work days are long and less than interesting (I'm still in the phase where I don't have a strategy, I'm not playing to win, and I'm just trying not to screw up too much).

I'm trying to prep for Jen's wedding this weekend (and prep for Manhattan!!!) and I'm maybe 25% ready. I have made my "bridesmaid bag" and wrapped her present. I have picked out my rehearsal dinner outfit. I have packed...nothing. Pressure is mounting. I did get my hair trimmed, deep conditioned, and blown out this evening. It looks amazing. Beverly is a wizzard. Bless her. I wish my hair looked like this every day.

Before I peace out for the weekend I also need to rally the troops (and by this I mean e-mail my flag football team). I am missing our first game (sad pants) and our kickoff party (super sad pants) but I want my team to rep well! Team Awesome Sauce needs to show up and throw down even if I can't be there clapping at weird times and cheering for the littlest accomplishments. Fingers crossed there.

And finally, my car is still awesome. :)

Just a couple things...

I think that serving gross coffee in the workplace should be a crime...punishable by disgruntled employees being sluggish and unproductive. I made a Starbucks run today because one of my suppliers' coffee tasted like a foot. Tried to be brave and choke it down but I'm too far spoiled. *Shudder*

In other news I may be cultivating an addiction to etching my glasswear... I etched my personal smaller Pyrex dishes and I finished up a wedding gift. My larger Pyrex better look out... it's next!

Welp...that's about it.

Aaaaaand we're back.

This thing isn't called "Shit No One Wants to Hear About" because I have a newsy life that is full of juicy stories. Nay nay...I am about as thrilling as sitting in traffic.

Life carries on and not much is really going on. I am getting crafty etching Pyrex dishes and still trying to keep up with my running to train for the FauxPocalypse in July. I still love my car (though I'm having trouble naming her... one day Stella seems to suit her and the next she seems more like a Beatrice...who I would probably just call Bea). My job is still happening... that's about all I have to say about that today.

Tonight I did make a phenomenal batch of chipolte hummus... it may have blown my mind. I didn't even know I could make such delightful hummus!  If you want some I would make it for you. You just have to ask...and be close enough to me that it's not ridiculous for me to share it with you. I have a hunch it wouldn't mail well.

This is my life... putting my name on my Pyrex dishes and making magical hummus. I don't hate it...

I still love my new car!

I am still in love with my new car. No surprise there. It's just the only thing in my life worth mentioning today. Today's swoon is the bluetooth. I have used it a couple times and it isn't getting old. It amazes me every time it kicks in.

I'm still trying to work out insurance... it's getting exhausting answering the exact same questions over and over again. I love my new car but the grown up parts (picking insurance and paying for it) are less fun. Again no surprise there.

Welcome to "I love my car!" Week

So this week is just dedicated to me loving my new car. Today's swoon: IT'S SO ROOMY! I drove up to Ft. Collins today and I get to do it again tomorrow and I'm not even mad because having alone time with my new spacious car is all I really want right now.

Only sad thing... picking insurance is hard. Also those people are tenacious... get an online quote and they WILL follow up with you on the phone the next day as if you don't have a job. But then the bliss of being a CAR OWNER makes you forget that it's annoying. :)

...so...yea...

Ok today was just as boring as I anticipated. I waded through files all day. I didn't even pack a lunch because I knew that come feedin' time I would need to get out of there even if it was just to go obtain food. It was that good. 

Fast forward to the highlight/lowlight of my day: I found the moth that went missing just before bedtime last night. I haven't had to worry about moths stalking me in quite some time... too dry in TX last summer? I don't know why but it's just been a while. I forgot how nasty those little bizzos are. This sucker evaded me last night and wisely went into hiding before I could muster the courage to grab it (with a Kleenex between me and the beast of course...I'm not a crazy person). Today I got home from work/my jog and took a shower...and for whatever reason (he was waiting for me to be at my most vulnerable) he decides to come out of whatever lair he had been holed up in. So there I am, being terrorized but his fuzzy little ass while standing dripping in my towel. I was going to try to be Switzerland in this whole standoff and let him flit around dusting things until I was more prepared... but then he took it to another level. I don't know what that orangey business is that moths sometimes drip but whatever it is, it was getting all over my bathroom mirror with every misguided spasm. Well I'm having none of that... I promptly wadded up a tissue...and then some extra toilet paper (I cannot deal with the feeling of a bug getting smushed in my hand...CAN. NOT. DO IT.) and went into battle. I grabbed him off the wall like a gladiator (like a terrified 3rd grader) and whisked him over to the toiled where I drowned him (CAN. NOT. SQUASH. WITH . BARE. HANDS...OR TISSUES.). I am a heartless warrior. Let this be a warning to all the other insects out there... squatting in my living space is not going to fly with me. 

That's how exciting my day was... my highlight was assassinating something a 1000th of my size. Glad you came to read that huh?

(Note: Spiders are ok...ya'll eat the insects and you aren't annoying or dirty...except you will periodically be evicted when I clean up your webs...it's the price of living with me. Also don't let me catch you in my clothing or my bed...then you meet the same fate as the moths)

Mama said there'd be days like this...

...There'd be days like this my mama said. Furthermore she was concerned about my ability to make friends on those days. Yesterday I stayed home...all day. I didn't mean to. I woke up and put on make-up and then sat down to assess the status of some stuff and go through e-mails. I knew I had to make some potentially sensitive phone calls so staying home from a supplier was already scheduled for the morning. But then one thing led to another and it was clear I wasn't getting dressed and taking my made-up face anywhere. I hate when that happens. Oh well. At least I'm past the point of suicide by training power-point when I have an at-home day.

On the plus side I did manage to get my face outside to see the world after work... I went to the gym where all my make-up proceeded to melt off my face immediately. And then I regretted leaving my apartment when I pulled a move so spastic it would make Urkel feel at home. I'm joggin' away... watchin' some Dr. Oz... when I catch my ear bud cord with my hand...pulling my phone off the ledge...and onto the treadmill belt...where I kicked it (just a little) and then instinctively tried to just pick it up... from the MOVING TREADMILL BELT. I realized about half way down that this plan was NOT going to end well and uttered a "Nope!" before standing up, catching up to the treadmill before I face planted (smooth, I know), smacking the stop button and then sheepishly exiting the treadmill to retrieve my phone from the ground where it came to rest. And most of this while kind of scoff-laughing at myself and praying that no one was paying too much attention to me because they were also learning about crazy weight loss tricks from Dr. Oz.

Don't worry, the experts say my pride will make a full recovery...one day.

Today I swam through files... it's even less entertaining than normal work day. I won't bore you with the details but I'll try to do something that you (my mother) would care to hear about after work. Don't hold your breath though. I'm about as exciting as watching security camera footage of a retirement home.

TGIT

Ok all I have to say is thank goodness it's Thursday (Thursday is the new Friday for those of us on the ol' 9-80 schedule). Today was ok but one thing is evident... I need to learn to be patient. I try to move on things when people ask me to... this is not always a pro move. Being "right on it boss!" sometimes means that I am doing things...and then re-doing them when they give you new directions to go with the old ones or they correct the old ones... God bless America and huge companies that are lumbering beasts who have trouble getting everyone in sync and on the same page. Don't worry, I got ice cream on the way home to comfort myself.

Kickball got cancelled because of the weather (rain and more importantly some aggressive lightning)...sad story. Don't worry I got a calzone on the way home to comfort myself.  Tomorrow I have to be up and ready to meet the windshield people by 8 (or anytime until 12...gotta love a specific window). I have plans to go shopping tomorrow afternoon to comfort myself. (Clearly there is a theme developing in my life...)

TGIT...

Why you gotta hate?!

Ugh today was largely fine after I got over the bump in the road this morning--Crabby McGrouchyPants (they guy who gives me fits at one of my suppliers) sent me a cranky and evasive e-mail. Let's imagine that I am a teacher and this particular pupil rebels when I announce a pop quiz:

Mr. Bitchy: WHAT?! But that's gonna take time and I don't WANNA...
Me: Yes I know but that's part of being in the class... you don't have to like it just do it.
Mr. Bitchy (today): Seriously? Get real. You keep testing me and I hate it and you're planning to do it again in a few weeks... You've never told me that I DON'T know this material...isn't that enough? Just give me an A on this quiz.
Me (In my head this morning at my desk): I'M NOT GOING TO STOP DOING MY JOB BECAUSE IT'S INCONVENIENT TO YOU, YOU WHINEY ASSPIMPLE!
Me (later in an e-mail): Ok sonny. One way or another I'm going to verify that you know this material. Either you cooperate and take the quiz or I will ask you questions from it every day before you are allowed to leave my classroom.

I'm waiting to hear back... whatever I'm over his attitude problem. I was mostly distracted by doing my job for the remainder of the day in near silence because I forgot my ear buds and my phone only does radio when you have something plugged into it as an antennae. I know, my life is rough. It would have been fine if I had reliable internet but instead the internet at one of my locations (where I spent my day) is super sketch and I could only listen to about 30 seconds of a YouTube video at a time... I know, I know, Don't cry for me...Argentina. This makes me think I really need a tiny radio... Like a weather radio! Emily has one and that would be PERFECT (Yea this has just turned into a "Hey mom... I thought of something I want for my birthday... even though it's not until September). I grew up in a house with four other people (two LOUD sisters) and several pets (often large LOUD dogs) so I am not a person who functions well in silence... I just need the background noise to keep me company. This is a must... and I may not wait until the next gift receiving occasion to fill this void in my life...

In better news: Run today went well, I got a haircut scheduled (NEED VERY MUCH) I had leftover AMAZING CHICKEN and then made Eggplant Salad Toasts to go with it (I may eat this ALL THE TIME), I finished my night with Nutella Mug Cake (Yea... just soak that up for a second. It was every bit as fantastic as it sounds). So really I turned the day around. Go me!

As a side note I realized that I used a lot of caps in this post. My apologies for being virtually loud, Dear Reader (Mom).

Couple of random thoughts...

Today I had a couple of random thoughts while talking to Gabe on communicator (he went to my high school and now works for my company but in Florida). He was asking me how I was liking my job and being on the front range and what what exactly I do in my day-to-day job... so I was trying to describe it. First random thought while trying to explain myself: My job is like those commercials you hear on the radio for Netflix: "If Jack and Jill went up the hill, where is Fred?" "Milwaukee?" "Correct" ... basically I feel like I just take a stab and what I'm doing (there are a lot of phone calls to my lifelines...sorry to mix metaphors here), and then wait to see if I'm right...or just wait until one day someone will ask me "What the heck have you been doing up there?" This is my life. (I'm being a little dramatic but it's pretty much like that)

Then Gabe posed a really fantastic question: "How do you think Mr. Wiley would do your job?" Only Gabe would think of such a brilliant question to ponder. I should talk to him more often. For reference (in case someone besides my mom is reading this...unlikely but just in case) Mr. Wiley is my high school drivers ed, life skills, shop, and Ag teacher (not that I was in shop or Ag anything but those where his classes). He was as folksy and country as a man ever was and he just said great things every day. He called the girls sweetheart (not in a creepy way but in an endearing way when he would get fired up about something: "THANK. YOU. SWEETHEART.") and excused himself for saying stupid in front of us ladies (even though everyone knew his language in the shop with the guys could have made a sailor blush). He knew more about cattle and soil than anyone else I've ever met. This man scared the socks off of me before I had him as a teacher (gruff voice and sort of frown-y neutral face and often didn't speak to kids unless he was scolding them for some misbehavior) but once I was in class with him I loved him about as much as a kid can love a teacher. He taught me that you never want to buy hamburger with two low a percentage of fat because it will cook down and taste like a hockey puck. Same with steak--gotta have some good marbling or you'll need to cut it with a chain saw. (if you knew him you would have known how he would say that and you'd have giggled...trust) I think of Mr. Wiley frequently while driving--his voice guides me into my parallel park jobs...not that their lack of quality is his fault... So many funny stories include him and I'm sure new ones are born in his class every day.

How this man would do my job, I have no idea but it's really fun to imagine and that alone will buoy my spirits and entertain my downtime for weeks to come. I have a hunch that no one from my high school reads this (pretty much a sure thing) so there are no people cracking up with me over this... but that's fine with me because it tickles me pink and that's all that matters.

So no matter how the rest of my week goes I'll at least be as happy as I am when I think about these rando thoughts. Let's do this.

Detox weekend...

Ok so to bring the world (my mom) up to speed, Kickball on Thursday was great--we lost but as always it was fun and the beer afterward is what it's all about anyway--Friday was long and semi-unpleasant but it paled in comparison to the preceding four days, and Friday night... I did nothing. Well I took a huge nap, made eggplant salad toasts and ate them, and then watched TV. I was really going to work out before the nap happened (I figured I should "neutral" the butt-end of that chocolate bunny I ate on the way to work that morning) but after this week I had basically zero give-a-damn left for anything that required more energy and attention span then bonding with the couch. Didn't even change out of my work clothes...judge if you want, I still have very little give-a-damn left right now. 

Which brings me to questions I have today. During this morning's pathetic run I wondered... #1: Do people who love and crave running have this desire at birth or can it be acquired? #2: Do people who crave running as a stress relief ("I had a rough day... I really need to hit the gym...I feel like I could use at least a couple of miles today if not more!") also bear this from day one or can THIS be learned? I would like to know if I'm wasting my time trying to learn to like running--perhaps you can learn to love it or maybe you can only force yourself to like it a little--I need to know where this is going! I had a week that was about as rough as most of us pampered, pansy Americans ever experience (ok maybe not but it was NO FUN WHATSOEVER...except for Kickball), and I had no time for running, this lead to my deep desire to never do anything healthful, either in the fitness department or diet world. All of my cravings were greasy, salty, or chocolaty in nature. Never did it cross my mind to sacrifice something else and go run. Not once. Who DOES that? And do you really MEAN it when you say you crave it? And has it ALWAYS been that way? I call shenanigans. 

Today I'm not really all the way back on the have-your-life-together horse, I ran and I MAY paint my nails... I'm getting the oil changed in the car but I plan to spend that time reading magazines. I plan to come into the next week completely detoxed from this past one. That's my only major goal for the weekend... get over last week. And if that means the only activities I engage in today are selfish and a little bit pointless... so be it.

Another Crap Sandwich

Today was another super fab day. Long staff meeting, a new fun surveillance activity with Grumpy McCrabber Pants INC during which an engineer lost it on me and used the F*ck word, and finally traffic on the way home (don't worry I smartly dodged it but still I don't care for that business). I got up and put on make-up today! What a waste!

Not really... I guess make-up is as much for me as for anyone b*tching at my face... Mary Kay would approve. I went to a Marry Kay event last night and was told that women that wear make-up make more money. I'm wondering what study showed this. I'd like to see it. I have doubts about their sampling methods and quite possibly their statistical analysis. But it can't hurt so this morning I got up and put on make-up. I tried to embrace that "I'm a put-together, powerful, lady" mindset and really command respect... then someone hurled the F dash dash dash word in my general direction (not applied to me specifically so not that devastating but still...).

And now to the sports desk for some good news: Kickball tonight! :) No matter what happened today I will play kickball and have beers with my fun teammates. That will bandage most of the damage done by this week I think. I'll let you know how that goes. :)

My life is hard, feel sorry for me.*

Ok so the past two days have been nothing short of a crap sandwich. Monday I got to mix up my plan for the day by dropping everything to handle something that needed done yesterday. It was super fun. In the midst of a travel hangover, rushing off to do something that you know little to nothing about and having everyone subtly (or not so) tell you to please take haste! I didn't even want to leave the confines of my apartment yesterday so naturally I would be driving to Ft. Collins and then back to Denver while everyone's hair is on fire for me to shake a leg. When the day finally ended (an hour after I would have put in my full day) I come home to my not yet unpacked bags, an empty fridge, and laundry a plenty. Needless to say I did not run. Another strike for the day!

Which brings us to today. I had hope last night that today I would do better--be less travel worn, less burdened by my somewhat shortened to-do list, be less bothered by urgent new task, more planned and put together. Nay nay dear reader, it was not as I had hoped. I woke up this morning refreshed...because I overslept (forgot to set an alarm...who DOES that?). I ate my breakfast in the car...before I even made it to the interstate (a wreck I didn't hear about on the traffic report until it was in my rear-view mirror). I surveilled all day...with a supplier that sounded like a 10 year old you are forcing to take piano lessons ("I don't WANNA..." Ok it was more "You are only 3% of our business and this is taking a LOT of MY precious time...I don't even know why we put up with this."). I ate lunch...after going to lunch twice...once to go to lunch...and again to go to lunch with my wallet. I drove home to finish my work day...through lovely traffic again (not as bad but after the day just unpleasant). Needless to say folks, I ate cheesecake and made myself a vodka sprite while I worked out the bundle of things I hadn't gotten to since last week. Anything less would have been cruel and unusual punishment (of MYSELF! That would be crazy).

Tonight I did go for a run. A "real life" one too! I ran a mile NOT on a treadmill... after having not run for 4 days. It was at least as difficult as my 28 min treadmill run. This was sobering. I have to do three of those with obstacles and ZOMBIES in July. Gonna have to do some serious work.

I also went to the grocery store. Piece of advice: do not go to the grocery store when you have had a bad couple of days and haven't eaten dinner yet. I was reasonably well behaved but I didn't bat an eye and buying bags of chips because those suckers were on sale and I wanted them (all the justification you need after a rough couple of days--I want it=I DESERVE it). But hey, I have food and there WILL be eggplant salad toasts in my near future and that is enough to give me the hope I need to drag my sorry hind-end into Wednesday. Let's do this.

*I am being sarcastic, I promise...mostly. 

Just a couple thoughts

Just a couple quick thoughts before I go back to the humid, pollen-y wonderland that is Atlanta:

Nothing is more humbling than having to dump your cereal and start over because your milk has done a phase shift and is no longer 100% liquid. Thanks, properties of materials class for teaching me to appreciate the phase shift that was my chunky milk this morning. (Don't worry I had some Almond milk so I didn't have to eat Ramen for breakfast...c'mon, I'm a grown-up!)

No element of traveling gives me more anxiety than the packing that happens the morning of the trip--hair products, contact case, glasses... WHAT AM I FORGETTING?! You would think being late for my flight would worry me more...but no. I am a punctual Polly-Anna (when traveling by myself anyway...I can't control my sisters so that's a separate issue) but I am also a Forgetful Francine and I hate having to buy or improvise items I left behind. Worse is when you can't (glasses!). Anyway I think I have it all but I'll let you know what kind of crap I left at home once I figure it out (ie after it's too late).

Monday can suck my big toe

I hate to be a whiner when I have it so good... clean water, a place to live, hot showers in the morning, food when I want it, family and friends who love me... but sometimes you just need to express a little frustration.

I was dragging @$$ all day today and it was one of those days where I could tell there wouldn't be enough to organically keep me busy...this leads to a lot of messing around on the internet and doing my picture shuffle puzzle on my laptop. Also copious amounts of yawning. By the end of the day I was doing whatever I could to keep busy and taking my time so I wouldn't have to make up more stuff to do. I answered an e-mail asking my opinion on one of the suppliers I work with in respect to letting them bid on new stuff and I got a response that basically told me "Thanks for playing but you're WRONG but keep at it kiddo!" I laid it out in the e-mail that I had little history and couldn't really speak to the issue with any depth. I shouldn't be annoyed by this--it's not news--but here's what gets me...WHY ARE YOU ASKING IF YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER? And I know there's no tone of voice in e-mail but I could swear there was a condescending twang on that one. Maybe I'm in some kind of hormonal swing or something because that shouldn't have ruffled my feathers but consider me sufficiently ruffled.

Which brings us to my post-work jog. I have been so proud of my feet for being such troopers and not killing me with their complete lack of anything resembling an arch. Until today. I guess days off over the weekend coupled with the extra three minutes was more than my spatulas could handle. I hope this week will go like last week and get better each time I run... but I'm afraid I'll just have it worse next week because I'll be on the road on Friday and I won't likely get a chance to run. Dang it! How am I supposed to convince my soft self that I really CAN run if I don't keep forcing myself to prove it?

Ok now let's take another moment to be grateful.
1) I am eating MEAT again! I had a burger for lunch and oh how I have missed burgers. Bacon and I need to reunite ASAP also...  Happy Easter season everyone!
2) The weather was AMAZING today. Ok it's Colorado and most days come with AMAZING weather but some days it just REALLY hits the spot.
3) I'm going to eat a chocolate bunny for desert. Is there a happier desert? I think not. Ok I probalby won't eat the whole thing but that means I'll have 1/2 a chocolate bunny to eat later. So much happiness you gotta spread it out.

In conclusion, Mondays can go fly a kite for all I care (Mom I'm trying to keep things PG here and I hope you appreciate that)... except if the weather is this good...then I'll suck it up.

I Suck at Yoga

Sunday is now Leslie and I do Yoga day. I'm a member of a gym that caters to all types...meaning there are plenty of people there who could be my grandparents. When we started yoga we thought "oh good, we won't be the worst ones in here... surely one of these sweet white haired ladies and gentlemen will be worse than us." False. They are all WAY more flexible and tenacious about their poses and it makes me look like a toddler rolling around in the back of the room. But fortunately yoga is all about the journey and they don't judge us (at least not out loud). Since I'm trying to learn to like running (by July 14th when I shall flee from Zombies!) I figure it's probably a good idea to do yoga now and then to stretch myself out each week so I don't wind up with massive ridiculous knots everywhere. And now I have the additional goal to get good enough at yoga to blend in with the retirees that kick my butt every Sunday...at least before I start to look too much like them...

Here's to you white haired lady who bends like Stretch Armstrong. Perhaps one day I will be on your level... perhaps one day.

Here's what's on the menu

It is official. I can't keep torturing my roommate at the end of every day with my need for human contact--the girl needs to unwind and I'm drowning her with my need to chit-chat, whine, gush, and otherwise muse about my day. Poor thing. One of my new kickball friends suggested blogging...

So here we are. I'm going to blog. Again. But maybe better this time? Here's hoping. This won't likely ever gain any kind of popularity because the lion's share of this will be crap no one really WANTS to listen to me talk about. But luckily my mother thinks I'm funny so there will be at least a following of one.

Dear non-existent reader, please don't get attached to any kind of topic, or format. I will likely stray. Ok it's going to happen. Accept that. There will be positive things, bitchy things, lists, and possibly even the odd Haiku. Ok the Haiku is less likely but prepare for anything.