I hate Christmas and the whole damn holiday season. Here’s why:
- They start stocking the store shelves with all the Christmas froufrou at the beginning of September. By the end of November I am so tired of looking at all the shit that I want to stick toothpicks in my eyeballs and serve them as cocktail onions just to keep from having to look at the crap a minute longer. I used to wonder how people justify spending so much money to decorate their homes for one stinking holiday, but now I know. They start putting the shit up after Halloween and don’t take it down till the end of January. They spend a quarter of the damn year celebrating a holiday that is only one day long. Then of course there are the real lazy asses who never take their damn lights down. Someone needs to yank those lights down and choke the shit out of them.
Oliver started with a cold this weekend and coupled with the giant boulders he’s cutting, he’s been quite crabby at times. The thing with him, though, is that even though he’s a right stinker when he’s in a pissy mood, he’s so bloody cute that it’s hard not to want to fold him up in your arms and smother him with slobbery kisses, even after he’s walked up to you and spontaneously punched the mug you were cradling, knocking coffee all over you.
Over the last couple of weeks I’ve noticed a big difference in Oliver, and I think part of it has to do with the fact that I have changed the way I react to him. I’ve tried to stop hovering over him and shadowing his every move in order to prevent him from hurting himself or making a catastrophic mess.
I realized that even though our house is sold and doesn’t need to be sparkling clean at all times I was still walking around with the don’t make a mess! mentality in full force, which made life pretty miserable for him at times. It hit me that he’s less baby and more boy now and that he deserves a bit of freedom, a bit of trust from me. I realized that I had to let go a little bit, loosen the reigns, I guess, and give him the benefit of the doubt more.Read More
Almost two weeks of sheer bliss have gone by without hearing from my ex-boyfriend, but then I get a phone call from him today. He called about some winter clothes that he says he has in my storage room, but I am pretty certain that he got all of his clothes when we broke up. It was just another excuse for him to try to cling on to a relationship that was over long before we broke up.
I asked him why he felt it necessary to call my father at work to “tell on me”. His only defense was that he was mad. Well, no shit. I was mad too. Maybe I should have called up some of his family to tell them about his personal shit. Believe me, he has more to hide than I do.Read More
My 10 year old (soon to be 11 year old) is now a 6th Grader. I am so proud of him and yet I can’t help feel sad. He is my little one! He is almost as tall as me and I am sure he will surpass me in height pretty soon. I have often imagined myself needing a stool to step up and talk to him as he is older. Still, he is my baby.
He is such a wonderful child. He finished 5th grade with a bang. Yesterday, they had their class picnic which is a great way to end the school year. I volunteered to help out at the class picnic.. I signed up for bringing chilled water for the children. The entire organization was done by email. The organizer had to send out reminders to ensure that everyone knew their stations and what they were bringing.Read More
Yesterday started off like any other. I woke up, wrangled the dogs for a little while, then laced up my Salamon’s for some backyard hill sprints. My current training program calls for track speed work today, but in the wonderful world of trail running, that’s about irrelevant right now, and the more proficient I get on these hills (both up and down) the better off I’m going to be. After about a million four of those, I did a quick Tough Mudder inspired strength finisher ala carrying logs.
There’s a quarter mile trail loop behind my house and I alternated 30 seconds overhead, 30 seconds out in front of me for a solid two loops with a chunk of log that probably weighs about 20 pounds. My abs and quads were both pretty trashed, but I definitely felt like a bad ass afterwards, so I did what any sane human being would in said circumstance… I busted out the old credit card, and actually signed up for the Green Monster trail 25k I have been halfway training for since the beginning of the month. At the very kindest, this race has been deemed a “suffer fest.” Decent finishing times are in the 3+ hour range. I obviously have my concerns, my friends and family do too, which is why I put off registering as long as I did.Read More
Seven reasons why yesterday kicked serious ass:
1) I put on a pair of pants that I haven’t been able to stuff myself in to since college…and the fuckers fit! BOOYA!
2) I snagged a washer and dryer for $450. We included our washer/dryer in the sale of this house thinking that we’d buy a nice new set when we moved. After we found our new house, however, we decided to try and get the cheapest price we could for new appliances in order to have more money to do other, funner cosmetic things like painting and a funky backsplash for the kitchen and curtains and maybe some quality fake plantation shutters.
Dave sussed out a deal on a washer and dryer this weekend and although they’re not brand new, they’re in good shape, they have warranties and they were only $450. Including delivery. Not too shabby.Read More
I know, I know, 2 race recaps in one week? But stick with me here, folks… I promise this will be worth it. I announced on Sunday my commitment to showing a little more love to myself this month, and being mindful of that topic, I wanted to address the issue of being honest, especially to oneself. Quite frankly, sometimes it hurts to admit that maybe things aren’t going your way, or maybe you have to switch paths, but taking those issues head on can really do wonders for your mental health.
Example 1: As Much as I love Powerlifting – it wasn’t in my cards.
I dedicated the past few years of my life to powerlifting. I was very anti-cardio, always followed a strict plan, and I really wasn’t terrible at it. Unfortunately, within my resources, I would never be able to thrive. My career doesn’t afford for me to travel for days at a time to go to meets, because my location is not necessarily a hotspot for power lifting in general. There are no decent coaches near me. There are no training facilities for me to work in. Basically it was just me, my barbell, and a dream.Read More