(em)Panadas
Passion. Pit.
Pot
Pong
Party
Passout (8 hours later...)
Productive? Nope.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Ouch.
So today was the day. I got up (on time, thanks to one VERY sick boy shivering and coughing which eliminated the option of falling back asleep) and went to the gym. I WENT TO THE GYM. (Sometimes I just have to say it a few times so that I know I actually did it...)
So I went to the gym, and I saw The Trainer. Most trainers are excited when a currently lazy client calls up (mid panic attack) and demands multiple sessions a week and refuses to hang the phone up until enough punishment has been placed on the calender to counteract at least a few of the Christmas cookies.. However this trainer doesn't like getting up before 8am, or working past 5pm, which makes for a tricky time trying to schedule gym time around... oh you know... my JOB.
Basically anytime The Trainer is at the gym before 10am he's doing YOU a favor and full unfiltered torture ensues. But that's a good thing. I need my butt kicked, and I need the torture dial turned all the way up.
So I'm not complaining. Not at all. Not even complaining that my legs are already sore and walking is getting more difficult....
Which would be great except for the fact that today we did arms and abs. How my legs got sore I'll never know, but it can't be a good sign....
and now a picture:
oh hei boyz. mine look like that too?
So I went to the gym, and I saw The Trainer. Most trainers are excited when a currently lazy client calls up (mid panic attack) and demands multiple sessions a week and refuses to hang the phone up until enough punishment has been placed on the calender to counteract at least a few of the Christmas cookies.. However this trainer doesn't like getting up before 8am, or working past 5pm, which makes for a tricky time trying to schedule gym time around... oh you know... my JOB.
Basically anytime The Trainer is at the gym before 10am he's doing YOU a favor and full unfiltered torture ensues. But that's a good thing. I need my butt kicked, and I need the torture dial turned all the way up.
So I'm not complaining. Not at all. Not even complaining that my legs are already sore and walking is getting more difficult....
Which would be great except for the fact that today we did arms and abs. How my legs got sore I'll never know, but it can't be a good sign....
and now a picture:
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Game. Time.
Alright. so maybe it took a month, but fitness will be had god damn it. I feel like I have been watching people all around me get off their whiskey soaked asses and actually be somewhat active, so it was only a matter a time before I freaked out. and freak out I did. this morning. in my office (luckily with no witnesses).
Inspired by a certain friend who is currently driving through snowstorms for her daily 6am BOOTCAMP I figure the least I can do is 30 minutes on the elliptical while watching the Today Show, right? Nevermind that BOOTCAMP may be the only source of sober entertainment for a small town Kansas girl, but I'm ignoring that one particular detail and plunging forward with inspriation.
So, I called the trainer. and BOOKED THE DAYS (eek!). Hopefully today is the last day that I wake up in 2009 without being seriously sore from endless lunges, push ups and other atrocities. It all starts, 7:30am tomorrow.
Go Team.
Inspired by a certain friend who is currently driving through snowstorms for her daily 6am BOOTCAMP I figure the least I can do is 30 minutes on the elliptical while watching the Today Show, right? Nevermind that BOOTCAMP may be the only source of sober entertainment for a small town Kansas girl, but I'm ignoring that one particular detail and plunging forward with inspriation.
So, I called the trainer. and BOOKED THE DAYS (eek!). Hopefully today is the last day that I wake up in 2009 without being seriously sore from endless lunges, push ups and other atrocities. It all starts, 7:30am tomorrow.
Go Team.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Dis.As.Ter.
There might be no other word that more aptly describes my present state. I can't even think of some witty topic to post on. And I just ended that sentence with a preposition, and I see no way around it at this juncture and I have few coping mechanisms to problem solve with. Damn it. Again.
Fuck, I hope a glass of wine in 40 minutes helps my sad, sad state. Otherwise, I'm turning to narcotics, and quickly. Maybe they will provide a fleeting but hopefully restorative break for my liver. A kind soul suggested a liver-detox juice. HA. It's going to take a hell of a lot more than juice or even a potion for that matter.
xo,
McCloud (soaked in Jame-o)
Fuck, I hope a glass of wine in 40 minutes helps my sad, sad state. Otherwise, I'm turning to narcotics, and quickly. Maybe they will provide a fleeting but hopefully restorative break for my liver. A kind soul suggested a liver-detox juice. HA. It's going to take a hell of a lot more than juice or even a potion for that matter.
xo,
McCloud (soaked in Jame-o)
all I want for christmas is....
a muzzle.
Some girls lust after iconic jewlery. I am not one of them, but I understand that there's quite a group out there clammering for items like Tiffany & Co's lockets, or keys or whatever and Cartier trinity rings or their "love" series.
However, there is something about the "love" collection that's somewhat appealing. The fact that your bracelet gets "locked" onto your wrist and only your (financially bolstered) significant other has the key with which to remove it... There's a charm to that I suppose. But while I am fully capable of removing my own jewelry, thank you very much, I could use an external locus of control when it comes to my consumption. Which is why I think that Cartier is overlooking a huge potential market by not adding a "muzzle" to their commercially successful love collection.
I think that if anyone could overcome the social stigma of being muzzled, its Cartier. I'm sure that they could work their classic lines and simple detailed magic on something as initially barbaric as a muzzle. I mean, if Victoria's Secret and finagle a functional bra (not to mention other "undies") out of gemstones and metals, Cartier with its infinite class and tradtion should be able to give the good 'ol muzzle a much needed makeover.
Because realistically, if there's one item I wear that requires my loving boyfriend's assistance in removal, its not a bracelet (or even glittering bra set), it's a god damn muzzle.
Maybe that would prevent carb catastrophes like our table's record NINE bread baskets last night. whoops.
Just a thought.
Some girls lust after iconic jewlery. I am not one of them, but I understand that there's quite a group out there clammering for items like Tiffany & Co's lockets, or keys or whatever and Cartier trinity rings or their "love" series.
However, there is something about the "love" collection that's somewhat appealing. The fact that your bracelet gets "locked" onto your wrist and only your (financially bolstered) significant other has the key with which to remove it... There's a charm to that I suppose. But while I am fully capable of removing my own jewelry, thank you very much, I could use an external locus of control when it comes to my consumption. Which is why I think that Cartier is overlooking a huge potential market by not adding a "muzzle" to their commercially successful love collection.
I think that if anyone could overcome the social stigma of being muzzled, its Cartier. I'm sure that they could work their classic lines and simple detailed magic on something as initially barbaric as a muzzle. I mean, if Victoria's Secret and finagle a functional bra (not to mention other "undies") out of gemstones and metals, Cartier with its infinite class and tradtion should be able to give the good 'ol muzzle a much needed makeover.
Because realistically, if there's one item I wear that requires my loving boyfriend's assistance in removal, its not a bracelet (or even glittering bra set), it's a god damn muzzle.
Maybe that would prevent carb catastrophes like our table's record NINE bread baskets last night. whoops.
Just a thought.
Friday, December 4, 2009
sometimes life saves you from yourself?
Soo just about the time when I started thinking about my dinner plans (10:30am) and what deliciousness I might indulge in this evening, I got the haunting question from my father (yes the same father who accused my figure of not being from the dress) "who wants to go to the cabin today?"
Now this is not a question that gets asked 'day of' without some urgent, generally painful project needing to be done. Usually the scenic drive and relaxing ferry ride to the cabin is nicely planned out and snacks and beverages are acquired...
Of course today Dad stayed true to course and offered up the explanation that the "dock needs fixing, only low tide is midnight tonight"
Oh goody.
Fortunately for me The Boy is generally amused by crappy projects and agrees to do most of the heavy lifting. Also fortunate for me is the fact that McCloud is usually pleased by fun projects so long as there is wine, beer or sweet potato fries afterward. Luckily, there is a nearby brewery with all three readily available. In a way I'm also fortunate that this "opportunity" came just about the time I was starting to justify another repeat 6 course meal since wine pairings go oh-so-nicely with a frosty evening.
So we're excited. we've got an emergency project, some brains, more brawn, plenty of sweet potato fries to help us through it and I'm highly confident this will turn out ok.
Or rather I was - until our friends up at the cabin sent us this preview of what we're working with:
CRAP.
WHAT. do we DO with THAT. (blank mind..)
I'm fairly certain I'm not going to have any better ideas as to how we should resolve this dock situation when the "magical" low tide rolls around at midnight. Good thing the water is frigid and freezing temperatures are in the forecast...
But I'm sure that the beer and sweet potato fries will help..
ciao.
Now this is not a question that gets asked 'day of' without some urgent, generally painful project needing to be done. Usually the scenic drive and relaxing ferry ride to the cabin is nicely planned out and snacks and beverages are acquired...
Of course today Dad stayed true to course and offered up the explanation that the "dock needs fixing, only low tide is midnight tonight"
Oh goody.
Fortunately for me The Boy is generally amused by crappy projects and agrees to do most of the heavy lifting. Also fortunate for me is the fact that McCloud is usually pleased by fun projects so long as there is wine, beer or sweet potato fries afterward. Luckily, there is a nearby brewery with all three readily available. In a way I'm also fortunate that this "opportunity" came just about the time I was starting to justify another repeat 6 course meal since wine pairings go oh-so-nicely with a frosty evening.
So we're excited. we've got an emergency project, some brains, more brawn, plenty of sweet potato fries to help us through it and I'm highly confident this will turn out ok.
Or rather I was - until our friends up at the cabin sent us this preview of what we're working with:
WHAT. do we DO with THAT. (blank mind..)
I'm fairly certain I'm not going to have any better ideas as to how we should resolve this dock situation when the "magical" low tide rolls around at midnight. Good thing the water is frigid and freezing temperatures are in the forecast...
But I'm sure that the beer and sweet potato fries will help..
ciao.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
so far so good?
This week has been an impressive (short) example in moderation. Since sunday I've had a meger two glasses of wine, no fried food (GASP) and actually done my lunges.
I'm chalking it up to sushi. which I have decided I am allowed to eat whenever I want. It's delicious and usually not that bad for me, assuming I stay away from that evil, evil spicy mayo.
In other uninteresting news, McCloud and I braved the throngs to see "New Moon" on Monday only to be shocked and surprised that we were the only two in the theater until three 15 year old girls finally giggled their way in during the previews.. Apparently, we are not nearly as cool or connected as we thought. Maybe that explains all of the drinking? or maybe we just feelso much cooler once we're two bottles in.
Either way, potatoes/potaaahtoes.
Also, its finally crisp and cold which I enjoy but it makes me miss this..... I'd like to pretend its just the sunshine but I have a feeling I miss how delicious a Pacifico tastes right in that spot... with chips. and salsa. and hot dogs...
I'm chalking it up to sushi. which I have decided I am allowed to eat whenever I want. It's delicious and usually not that bad for me, assuming I stay away from that evil, evil spicy mayo.
In other uninteresting news, McCloud and I braved the throngs to see "New Moon" on Monday only to be shocked and surprised that we were the only two in the theater until three 15 year old girls finally giggled their way in during the previews.. Apparently, we are not nearly as cool or connected as we thought. Maybe that explains all of the drinking? or maybe we just feelso much cooler once we're two bottles in.
Either way, potatoes/potaaahtoes.
Also, its finally crisp and cold which I enjoy but it makes me miss this..... I'd like to pretend its just the sunshine but I have a feeling I miss how delicious a Pacifico tastes right in that spot... with chips. and salsa. and hot dogs...
Come back summer! We love you!
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