Day 342 current state of....

affairs.

Cute, huh?

yeah....

real cute.

Life, sometimes ya just gotta get out there.

I do stuff.  I'm that go to person

"hey, I can't find anyone to (Insert ridiculous thing here)....

ya wanna go with me?"

Oh Hells yeah

Ice skating is fuuuuun

circle circle circle

laugh 

screech

laugh

catch an edge 

crunch

oh well.  

I don't think it's broken

but it sure was fun

as long as I keep some pressure on it 

it feels just fine.

Life is what you make of it and I just need to make it good right now

laugh, do, drink some beer....

put on my adventure shoes.

I know things don't stay fabulous forever,

so

maybe that is why we have to live it up while it is right there in front of you

Maybe

the part 2

is going to be the 

best part?

for however long it last?

1 month...

4 months...

ever and ever...

one never knows,

hence the reason to just 

go with the flow and laugh

and laugh I have been doing 

and crying...

but the laughing is helping

oh the beer helps too

(disclaimer: I am not a doctor....but I can vouch for beer and laughter)

xo,

write ya later

m

365 days: Today I did a thing ...day 189

I did a thing,,,,

outside my comfort zone. 

I was invited to hang out with the Litas , an all women motorcycle group.

I was nervous, why?.... not sure...

maybe because I'm old and I think I'm cool and shit, but am really not.

But anyways I went.

Rode the scoot to the private party and crossed my fingers.

It is always a bit weird going to do something completely alone, but I don't hate it...it's just a bit awkward at first.

I got there...

and they forgot to tell me it was a dress up party, meaning....dresses, so no one had ridden their bike.

Oh well.

It was a mixed bag and it turned out quite nice.  

they were welcoming and were huggers (which I love) 

all different ages and skills.

I liked it.

The Litas Colorado

I took a picture of them before the group pic and they are really cute.

The other group I visited in Denver a few years ago, was never very friendly or welcoming. 

They were very cliquey and it seemed more of a fashion show than a place to meet and ride with like minded people.

I felt out of place there....

I am a solo person.  I love hanging with people and having fun, but as soon as people start comparing riding boots and kevlar and when their next finger tattoo is happening , I'm out.

It's one of the main reasons I don't hang out with many girls.

I don't fit in.

So, I hope this group is different .

I hope I can find a bit of camaraderie.

PS.  I have been riding alone, more lately.  It is quite liberating, quiet and thought provoking.

I still wish I had someone to ride with once in a while...

for now, 

I will do

xo,

m

celebrate good times...come on!

I have a race on Sunday.  10k...my first...I'm going by myself, no one to watch or cheer me on, but...that is ok.

I have been obsessing about health lately.  I think I may need some help.  I stress, I worry...my underwear feels tight.  Are my shorts tighter?  jeesus.  I need to stop.

I ran today and ran and ran and ran.  my Nike+ said I burned 534 calories....then I got on my little 3 speed cool cruiser and rode another 6 miles....of course I rode to get some beer, but still. It's all wrong in so many ways.

next on the list:

After 11 years of being together Bobby has decided we need to have an anniversary.  The other night we went out with Kris and she explained how they really celebrate each year as an "oh my fucking god...we made it...better live it up"  They go to Vegas or wherever they feel...take turns planning...Bobby had some sort of epiphany, decided he needed an anniversary.  So this week he emailed me( because that is the hight of our conversations),"pagliacci's this week?  you know our anniversary?"  yeah yeah...

next thing out of his mouth...what are you getting me?...

hmmm

any suggestions any one?

Maybe full body armor for the motorcycle he just bought, so that we can celebrate our 12th?

Liver Liver on the wall

I feel like the past 4 days all I have done is have cocktails and study, well, plus work. My liver hurts. I never even balk at a cocktail but yesterday when Synda called to see if I wanted to hit up the local brewery Wednesdayfor a drink after she is done with school I wavered. Bobby and I had just dropped off Olive at Hip Hop dance class, and he wanted to go have a beer. I thought to myself, " I had a beer all ready." but the weak fool that I am...I went. so when Syndalicious called I wavered, then said OK. It's tomorrow after all. As Bob and I were sitting at the Tasty Weasel i remembered I had told Leslie that I would meet up with her on Wed. too, but at 5ish (synda is at 7ish). My liver raised an angry fist...my kidneys nephrons wadded up in anger.
hmmm what's a girl to do?
I guess I will have a Non alcoholic drink...but it is Mardi Gras week and I was actually thinking of giving up drinking for Lent. Hmmmm decisions decisions.

Beer, it's yummy

I need a job where I can just drink beer while I work :). I think it would help me be more productive...well, that might be debatable, but I KNOW it would make me want to go to work more often.

Picture it: Walking up the steps to your desk job with beer in hand.

" Hi Sam, Hi George"

clock in...

carrying your cooler with 2 more icey cold ones inside.

MMMMM

I don't even drink that much...but I like to have a beer once in a while.

At work...my office tries to make it conducive to working. We have the Potlucks and the occasional FAC...but I think a beer or cocktail at the desk would totally trump those. Actually in my mind I know it would trump those.

I just finished med surg class and had an Exam... I missed 6, i think she's dumping one of the questions, and I got 3 extra credits right...should put me at about an 88%. Good enough for me...

Now if she would have let me had a beer while taking my exam, I could have relaxed and I betcha I would have made a 95%.

I'm just saying.

St. Patrick's Day realization

I just realized it probably wasn' t the best time to quit drinking. The spirit of the drunken green guy haunts me. Damn the green beer and Guinness. I'm ready for the weekend and I'm hoping that
by Monday I will have recovered from my distasteful week and will be back to my old jovial self.
Enjoy the preholiday festivities.
Write ya Monday
xo
m

Fatty Tuesday

Back...it's Tuesday, I thought it was Wednesday, but it is Tuesday and not just any Tuesday...
Fat Tuesday. Where us Catholics (practicing or NOT) feel the need to get it out of our system before that man comes crawling out from behind the rock to save our souls.
I woke up this morning thinking about not just Fat Tuesday, but the fat on my little ass. 5:15 am I looked at the clock and said, "get up, please M, just Try...you won't have **time (**you will be too drunk ) to work out this afternoon, so get up." I thought good and hard about Jillian Michaels and the Shred Video waiting for me and turned over and went back to sleep for 30 more minutes.

When I did get, up I did NOT do the video as I had intended but did grab my sneaks to run on lunch so that counts right? While I am on the subject of the Shred video....I like it. 3 levels 20 minutes and my legs hurt. Here's a question I pose to you. Is it possible that my ass has raised itself up a bit which in turn is making my pants a bit tight around my hips? I am on week 3 of doing this video about 5-6 times a week...I have not lost a single pound, but the tops of my thighs are like rocks (no joke) , stomach is pretty tight (minus the little layer of baby fat), and I swear to God that my ass is moving up. Usually I would not be fond of my ass moving because when you hear this you think of jiggle type movement, but I think my ass is moving north. Which is a good thing because when you are 5'1" you don't want anything to move South...

I have 13 weeks=91 days to get fit. I think that is ample time. I still haven't taken a picture, but I'm going to blame that on Synda, because SHE won't take a picture I don't want to either...but I think it may be the only way to tell if my Ass is moving North.

<~~this is....not me, but it could be,but it's not.
Back to Fatty Tuesday...

we will be going to the Lefthand Taphouse to enjoy beer and drag. Join us if you are in the area.
I'll be the one with the fabulously North Ass...if you are looking to say, Hi.

xox
write ya later
m

SnB Pleasantries!!!

What a happy evening. Last night I reluctantly got out of the house to go see Bobby play at the Bluebird. I got home late from work, didnt even have time to change my clothes from work. Just put on some different shoes and grabbed my knitting bag (because you just never know) and hopped in the car. "Load in is at 6!!!!" He yells. I yell back , as I'm changing shoes..."Load is at 6 my ass...we will rush around like chickens with our heads cut off, get there promptly at 6 then stand around waiting for the hippies to do their sound check....it's a big scam!"
But, Bobby, being the prompt person that he is never likes to be late so we left anyways and what happened? just guess...we get there...the ripe hippies do their sound checks then they turn to Bobby and say "18 Wheeler doesn't get a sound check ...just line check" I turn and glare at Bobby...but I didn't say " SEE!!!!!" So we got the group together and headed across the street to the Goose to have a few beers and my favorite yummy nachos. Lalalaaaaaaa...walk across the street, open the door, look to the right and Effin A!!! Girls KNITTING!!! think think think think...SNB...Cool SNB...Denver SNB, not Longmont SNB (no offense)...but Tattoos...beer...Smiles!!! One of the girls (Moxieknits) looks over and points and says "HEY, I know you...Well, I know him and you are her...HI!!!!" (this does not make any sense to anyone except her and me and anyone who has ever only known someone via the web...) I jumped for joy and ran over and gave her a probably unwanted hug, but Hell...that's the kind of freak I am I was so excited I couldn't contain myself :).... Then I realized...I don't know these people, they don't know me and I probably shouldnt bother them....so what did I do, you ask? I pulled up a chair and started yapping. What a ding a ling I am...whatever. I had fun...I enjoyed what little of them I got to know and hope to see them again....

Synda, you would have loved it...it was like coming home.

We made it home after Bobby played by 1115, which is perfect and my night was over.
Fun Full and Satisfied.

yippee..

Happy Hump Day

Wednesday...Hump Day....yuppers.....here we are, halfway thru the week and my week is filling up again. Weird how that works. When I have nothing to do I mope around looking for things, when my schedule starts to fill up I start stressing. Maybe it's because I feel out of control. Maybe it's just because I'm a whack job? (no comments from the p-nut gallery, plz)
Here's my schedule, according to friends...as I say, I have nothing to do with it.

Today: Dye/foil Princess Nissa's hair, because she is going on vacation....(I'm not going on vacation)
Thursday: Hot Yoga with Synda, because if I don't go soon she will never forgive me.
Friday:Probably some sort of FAC...I'll ride the bus, just incase (don't want to drink and drive)
Saturday:Foil/dye Leslie's hair...can we get it done in an hour, she says? Lord...I'm not a professional, if you want me to do it an hour I'll try....but I don't want to hear any complaining...
Saturday after hair:(the reason we need to be done in an hour) Small Batch Beer at Odell's in Ft. Collins

:ie; get hammered with the men...(appears to be the only way my man enjoys my company anymore :) )...this part of the day will involve driving, so there will be arguing about WHO doesn't get to get hammered. This is always funny because it turns into a drinking match...If one person can get drunk or appear tipsy within an hour then they don't have to drive...so you can imagine how this progresses. I usually end up driving because my tummy starts to hurt and with Bobby being the rockstar, people are always slappin' him on the back and buying him drinks and, you know, it's an alcohol foul to not drink, let alone it would be rude!

Next week I start back to school. Only one class, but it still puts a damper on on things. Just remember the big picture. Speaking of school, Synda, you better get your arse up there and figure out what is going on.

I have to get some work done....I'll write in a little bit
oxox

m