Workin’ on my fitness

30 01 2008

Some of you may recall how, a few months ago, I talked once about getting in shape. And never mentioned it again.

That’s because I never did anything I talked about doing.

And in the last month or so, I have noticed my personal issue with my body getting worse. I’m bulgy in places that there should be no bulge. (OMG is bulge not the ugliest word ever? Say it a few times out loud, it becomes horrible) When I shop, I’m buying one size up, especially in under garment type things. HATE THAT.

BUT! Since being “hired” at my job (the one I’m at, where I started as a temp? Aren’t you paying attention?!) I found out that there are certain benefits that I can use. Such as a membership to a gym. No enrollment fees and the more I go, the less I pay. And? They take it out of my check. This to me is like not paying at all. Don’t ask why, it just is. If I don’t go at all, the most I will pay is $36. If I go a lot, I pay $0. A lot to them is 3 times a week.

So I signed up last Thursday. I’ve gone to the gym twice. *golf claps* Be proud of me. See actually going to the gym, especially after work, takes away time for more important things. Such as watching Ghost Hunters. Or eating. Or reading blogs. Reading blogs people!! Or of course, much much more importantly, spending time with Rura and SBJ. Yea. Them too.

The first night I went? Not so impressed. I walked ran on the treadmill for about 45 minutes. I noticed that my legs were numb afterwards but that was about it. I wasn’t even sore the next day. I was told this means I wasn’t “doing it” right. Whatever the fuck that means.

Last night? Rura went to his cop gym which I am starting to believe is not a gym at all, but just a place for the cops to sit around and chit chat like old women. Seriously. Every time he goes to the gym, he comes home with cop stories. Like, where is all the running? And the pumping of the iron? Anyways, I headed to the gym by his house which, hello ghetto! It was crowded but I guess it wasn’t that bad. Needless to say, I “did it” right last night. I was dripping with sweat after an hour. Do you know how itchy sweat is when it dries? GROSS. I had to stop and call it quits when I looked in the mirror and noticed that my face was turning a lovely shade of red.

As for today, I hurt. I hurt under my armpits. I didn’t even know there were muscles there!! And my right hip hurts. Its weird because I don’t quite know what I did to it, but it often hurts when I do strenuous activities *cough* that involve my legs lifted and/or pinned under me. You know. Either way, I think I got a pretty good work out.

Things that are pissing me off Vol. 1

28 01 2008

Since I regularly find myself pissed off at things, I decided to make this a regular part of my blog. Rura complains when I go into bitch mode so instead of unleashing my inner beast on him, I’ll just do it here. Where people can relate to me. (And I get to use bullets. Wheee!)

  • Let me just preface this by saying that I have undying love for Starbucks. If you are a regular reader you know this by now. But I must complain about something that has been regularly pissing me the fuck off about it. The drive-thru. I adore Starbuck’s that have a drive-thru. I really do. However, the people using the drive-thru? Not so much. There should be a rule that states that you are only allowed to order enough coffee for each passenger in the car. 2 people in the car? Two cups of whatever you are having. Simple math right? I absolutely HATE sitting in the drive-thru and seeing that window open up and the barista is handing the driver a cup holder with 4 cups crammed into it. I don’t give a shit if you are the coffee monkey of your office. If Lazy Larry, Sleepy Sara, and Dopey Dave are all sitting at work waiting for their triple nonfat caramel lattes with no whip, that is their problem. Why should I have to wait an extra 10 minutes for 4 special order coffees to be made because you are too lazy to get out of your car?? If you have to order more coffee than the number of passengers you have, THEN GET OUT OF THE CAR AND GO INSIDE. I guess that makes me more angry at Starbuck’s customers than at Starbucks itself. Yup.
  • Shoes. Especially shoes in the office. I can handle wet squeaking shoes because they dry and stop making noise after 10 minutes. What I cant handle are cheaply made shoes that squeak when a person walks in them. Girls, you know what I am talking about. If a females shoes squeak, they are probably cheap. I’m just sayin’. I’ve been guilty of this. Lord knows I cant afford expensive shoes. But damn if the shoes I buy are nice and quiet, even if I did get them at Payless. Another thing about shoes, if you insist on wearing heels to work, where we don’t have carpet, STOP WALKING SO DAMN LOUDLY. Have you ever been around people that just walk with so much intent that they thunder through the place? Sheesh, I hear your heels, I know your comin’. Quiet down clacky!
  • All this damn rain is pissing me off. Well not really. I dont mind it so much that I mind the PUDDLES I have to walk through. Or the fact that one of my mom’s dogs hates wet grass (I KNOW, same dog needed Prozac a few years back) so he poops on the concrete. Where we all walk. Yuck.
  • People who talk to themselves. The only time you will catch me talking to myself is when I am at home cleaning or packing for something. That’s it. If you are at work, keep your lips zipped. Other people do not want to hear you. Seriously. It especially gets on my nerves when they are reading out loud. Just kill me.
  • Blogging commandments. More on that later this week.

I think 5 bullets is good for today. I feel better now. Got anything to bitch about?

I guess I’m it

21 01 2008

So I got tagged. Yup. Sho did. Luckily, I actually like this blogger, so I don’t mind. This is a meme about blogging. Yea. The questions are pretty interesting so here goes nothing…

  • How long have you been blogging?

It seems like I have been blogging FOREVER. I first started blogging around 1996 when I kept a journal on, which is now non-existent. I used their journal feature for years and I wish I could have gotten some of those entries before they closed the site down. There were some total angst ridden entries in there, I can promise you that. I used it in high school. Nuff said. After Bolt, I moved to Xanga (ha.) I still pay on that damn site. I used it mostly to blog with my mommy friends who I knew from mommy boards. (ooohhhh) Then I was at blogger for a little while and in August of 06′ I moved here. Wow.

  • What inspired you to start a blog and who are your mentors?

Before Blogger and here, I didn’t even know what “blogging” was. I just thought I kept an online journal that my mommy friends commented on. It wasn’t until I discovered three awsome bloggers that I started what was my blogover at blogger. I moved to WordPress after only using blogger for 7 months.

  • Are you trying to make money online, or just doing it for fun?

That’s the million dollar question huh? Right now, its just for fun. I don’t aspire to be a writer. I don’t even know if I am good at it. If I could make money off of my writing, I would. It’s just not the reason I’m here.

  • What 3 things do you love about being online?

The people I get to meet.
The writing I get to read.
And the bullet point’s I get to use.

  • What 3 things do you struggle with online?

Like Jim, I’m much cooler online.
I get distracted by my google reader.
Admiring someone for their writing without sounding like a stalker.

Well that was easy… too easy… Seems like some kind of trick. Ehhh. Either way, I guess I will go ahead and tag… um… who has pissed me off lately? Hee. Naw. Lets go ahead and tag my favorite Lithuanian Rima and one of my new readers and favorite reads, Huckdoll.

Have at it ladies.

Pee Ess – Anyone wondering about the weekend, Rura decided, ON HIS OWN, to come with us. Completely on his own. I did NOT obsessively nag him about it. I didn’t even discuss it. He decided on his own, in his own time. And we had fun. I’ll post about it later.

Your Assvice Needed

16 01 2008

I have a slight “situation” on my hands. So why not turn to the internet for advice?

 This week, I have been making plans to go visit my best buddy S and her man and all her kiddos. Gotta renew my Auntie status, you know? That was the last time I saw her two oldest and the last time I saw her and the new baby was the day after she was born, which had to have been about 2 and a half months. With the holidays and all, we have both just been too busy.

This weekend is her oldest daughter’s 7th birthday.* They are celebrating by going to Chuck E.’s and I told S that we would all be able to come out for the weekend. They live a good 45 minutes to an hour away. When I go out there, I go out there intending to spend the night. Gives me and S time to catch up, the kids time to play, and the guys time to talk about inappropriate sexual positions. Good times had by all. This is my time with S to act like women, not just mommies. Yes we ARE being mommies because we all know the guys are pretty much zoned out, but we can still just hang out and enjoy the company of humans that we do not work with and whose butts we don’t have to wipe. Get me?

So everything was FINE. I switched around schedules with the ex so that I knew I would have SBJ ALL weekend, instead of having to go visit them without him or leave early to take him back to his dad’s. It was all working out. Working out too well obviously.

Rura’s cousin is turning 30. They are having a party at his house. On Saturday night.

Do you recognize my “situation” yet? Let me elaborate.

I am going to visit S and the kids. I am leaving Saturday morning and coming home Sunday afternoon. I was planning on the three of us going. S is expecting the 3 of us. But I know that Rura wants to go to the party. Why would he NOT want to go? I found out about the party last night. I told him about the party AFTER I told him about the weekend plans. I also told him that it is his choice what he wants to do, but that I already had my plans set and that I did not want to change them.

Why not? Ok. I’m sorry. It would be easy for us to go out Saturday morning and come back in time for the party. Of COURSE it would be. But do you know how often I do that? I am constantly cutting short activities I enjoy doing, so that we can do something else. The last time we were visiting S right after the baby was born, we only stayed for like 2 hours because Rura wanted to go home when he actually just wanted to go to a party. That I couldn’t go to. Which would normally be ok, it just upset me that I had to cut my visit with S short. Which is exactly what would be happening this weekend if I compromised with him.

I don’t want to put him in this situation. I don’t want him to have to choose. I just explained to him that we were just at his cousin’s for New Years (which BTW, we went to AFTER we got an invite to a party that S’s in-laws were having, but that’s not really significant is it?) and have hung out and partied with them a few times SINCE the last time I got to see S and the kids. So to me, seeing my best friend and the closest kids I have to a nephew and 2 nieces, is much more important to me. He understands that. But I know he doesn’t want to choose.

He chooses me, he lets down his family. He chooses them, he lets me down.

I would call that a situation.

My problem is, I love him. I don’t want to tell him to choose me. This type of thing has always been on ongoing “thing” in our relationship. I feel like this is a test for both of us. I’m very much afraid of who’s going to fail it. I’m scared its going to be me.

I appreciate every moment we spend together. We have been inseparable the last few months and its been great. I would really love for him to go with me this weekend. But I have to understand if he feels he can’t go. It’s just hard.

So help. Any advise, anything you might have to offer, let me hear it.

*Her oldest and SBJ are two months apart. We were pregnant together. OMG. I’m going to be the mother of a 7 year old.

This award show is NOT getting canceled!

10 01 2008

Before I begin, did you know that it is (again) National De-lurking day???? OMG!!!!!!! I think this happens about 3 or 4 times a year but I must do as the bloggy gods say.


Some people have drawings and enter everyone who comments. But I cant whore myself out THAT much. Dontchaknow I’m poor? So the only promise that I will make is that I will comment back on your blog and probably possibly email you in response to your comment. Fair enough?

Moving on…

People are giving me blog lub out there and of course, that makes me happy! I love bloggy lovin’ that give out buttons just as much as I love linky love. And you know I’m all about that!

The first award I got is from Mariposa.


Thank you sweetie! I don’t know the rules of this one but I’m guessing it has to go to women. So Ima go ahead and give one out to my baby’s momma Amy who I lurrrvvveeee. Another one goes to my favorite Canadian Ali, for her great taste in clothes, shoes, music, and all things girly. Last one goes out to Monique, who I think is the bees knees. And she makes awesome graphics.

The second award comes from the always lovely Sabrina:

blog friend

Pretty huh!! Thank you soooooo much Sabrina! I’m going to give this pretty bouquet out to two hotties that I LOVE to read. Jennifer and TKW are two bloggers that you should definitely be reading if you aren’t. Trust me. I’m going to go ahead and give this award to some of my new reads that I really enjoy. First one goes out to Piper of Bliss in Bloom. Her boys are adorable and she cracks me up and touches my heart with her writing. Second one goes to one of my favorite daddy bloggers, Jim at The Busy Dad Blog. Not only is he a neighbor and fellow So Cal blogger, he tells great stories about his adventures with his son, Fury. Jim tagged me *gasp* so check back tomorrow for that. Check them both out!! 

The last award goes out to me, for lamest post title EVER.

“With you, all I know is, I’m coming home”

7 01 2008

It’s hard for me to define “home”. I haven’t felt the physical presence of a home for a long time. Being that I have not exactly “settled” in the last year, I am seriously missing my own space, my own “home”. This is why I spend a majority of my time holed up in my room, because it feels like my own space. I like having control of what is playing on the radio, or on the TV, of being able to read or go online without interruption (this excludes interruptions of the male persuasion of course, boy or man).  I miss that independence, that freedom. I know, why don’t I actually DO something about it?! Huh. You know me, all talk, no action. Oh and have you seen cost of living around these parts lately? Not pretty. And don’t get me started on location. That is an argument safe for another day.

Of course I do love the area I am in now. I have no complaints. Its not crowded, and some areas are very gorgeous. Its just not “local” to Rura’s station and the commute? Not so close. But that’s Southern California for you. Most people I know commute. I drive at least 30-40 minutes to get to work. And that doesn’t include the days I have to take SBJ to school.

I’m getting off track…

I was laying in bed this morning, NOT wanting to get up for work, and I was remembering the town I grew up in. It was a small community, a ski resort town. I loved it, and I miss it. I wasn’t much for skiing or snowboarding and the one time I tried? Well I was sore for 3 days. But I would so try again if I got the chance.



I was thinking about how it felt to live in that town. I knew ALL my neighbors by name, by pet, and by kid. Every neighbor on the whole street and half the street next to us. I grew up with their kids or babysitting their kids. I knew the inside of their houses as well as I knew my own. We could run in during a day of playing, just to use the bathroom, or to get a glass of water. I could walk out of my house in the morning on a Saturday and not come back in until well after dark. My parents weren’t scared of letting me out to play all day. They were used to hearing the door open and close throughout the day and welcomed all the neighborhood kids in as well. I knew every inch of property from my own house, to at least 4 blocks in each direction, and I knew all the good hiding places too.

I miss that. Since I have “grown up” and lived on my own, I have never known any of my neighbors, unless they happened to be family of the ex. And that doesn’t count! My parents have lived in their house for 6 years and I really don’t think they know their neighbors. Its amazing because they used to have a key ring with a key to every home on the block in our old town. That’s just the way it was.

Is it the times that are a changin’? Or is it purely based on location? I know I don’t feel safe letting SBJ outside without me being out there with him. Even my mom, who used to let me roam free for hours, doesn’t let him go in the backyard alone.

That makes me sad. It makes me really want to find a place like that to raise my kids. It makes me wonder if a place like that even exists anymore.

A Perfect Post, amongst other things

3 01 2008

Yup, its that time. Perfect Post Award time. I always keep an eye out for those posts that really touch me and they are out there, all over the blogosphere. But I always forget to write my perfect post award. Maybe 2008 will be a good excuse to stop forgetting simple things like that! 

PP Dec

I’m giving my December perfect post to Jessie for her Anniversary post, Happy. It’s true you know. The great loves of our lives don’t always come with a “spark”. If you have someone in your life that can quiet the daily rush of activity around you, you are lucky indeed. Of course, I will argue that an 8 1/2 inch personality cant exactly HURT, now can it?

If you want more PP, go visit Petroville and Suburban Turmoil.

Aside from that Perfect Post award, I can recommend LOTS of good blogs with LOTS of good entries. Lets see…

Guess 2008 brought out the fertility stick because two of my favorite bloggers are pregnant. Go give congrats to The Kept Woman and Heather over at I’ll Think of It. I was holding Rura’s niece the other day and I gave him the eyes and said “lets have one”. He just rolled his eyes at me. Is that a no?

Z is kicking 2007 out the door. Sometimes we have bad years. It happens. 2008 belongs to her though. Amy needs some support and some major muscle to break down some walls. Go lend her an ear or two.

If you want gossip, go check out Ali’s new website, Juice: Entertainment News with Extra Pulp. She touches on all kinds of good stuff and always has good music to pimp too. Go say hi why don’t you!

Monique is making some big changes in ’08. Maybe we can all learn something from them!

One more thing… Go check out Crawl Watch ’08. Its gonna be a good one.