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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
The thing I love about the Bachelor
The thing I love about The Bachelor and/or The Bachelorette "reality" TV show(s) is that it really demonstrates that there's not just one person out there for us. It really demonstrates to me why so many people have lovers on the side or affairs. There are so many different levels to human relationships that the idea of being monogamous with one person for the rest of life is astoundingly short sighted to me.
I realize I'm in the minority on this one - at least the spoken minority - but the idea of an open relationship seems so much more logical to me. It takes the dishonesty out of the equation. No need to lie about being attracted to other people - it happens after all.
That said I'm a hypocrite because I like the romanticized ideal of someone having only eyes for me and wanting only me. I'd be totally ticked if someone said to me "Look I love you and want to be with you but this other person is hotter and I would love a chance to give her a go for a night." But I think I would be even more ticked and hurt if I found out after the fact that someone cheated on me. Just another occasion where my thoughts and emotions differ.
I realize I'm in the minority on this one - at least the spoken minority - but the idea of an open relationship seems so much more logical to me. It takes the dishonesty out of the equation. No need to lie about being attracted to other people - it happens after all.
That said I'm a hypocrite because I like the romanticized ideal of someone having only eyes for me and wanting only me. I'd be totally ticked if someone said to me "Look I love you and want to be with you but this other person is hotter and I would love a chance to give her a go for a night." But I think I would be even more ticked and hurt if I found out after the fact that someone cheated on me. Just another occasion where my thoughts and emotions differ.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Hilarious but not becoming
Shadoweyes recently posted my Family Birthday Pics. They are hilarious - mostly because of his added captions.
Life is great but very busy. Lonely but full of friends. I'm still kicking and hope to post more soon.
Life is great but very busy. Lonely but full of friends. I'm still kicking and hope to post more soon.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Sigh
Another Eagles choke. I can't say I am surprised, though I am disappointed. I was feeling really depressed in the first half, I mean really, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? The second half included much rejoicing - jumping and screaming included. My mom even took on the 'terrorist fist bump' as her favorite congratulatory action.
Word of advice - when 'fist bumping' do not, under any circumstance, do so with my mother. She tried to break my knuckles with her fast action fist pumping motion while wearing her very sharp wedding ring. The same ring that long ago lost its diamond and now only has very sharp prongs. Seriously painful.
A half-hearted congrats to Marc and his Steelers - or as I told him on the phone "Congratu-fuckin'-lations." I'm not bitter at all.
Word of advice - when 'fist bumping' do not, under any circumstance, do so with my mother. She tried to break my knuckles with her fast action fist pumping motion while wearing her very sharp wedding ring. The same ring that long ago lost its diamond and now only has very sharp prongs. Seriously painful.
A half-hearted congrats to Marc and his Steelers - or as I told him on the phone "Congratu-fuckin'-lations." I'm not bitter at all.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Welcome to Hell...What? What do you mean this is Spin class?! I could have sworn it was Hell
I'm a crappy-ass friend sometimes. Tonight, was not one of those times. Dr. B had a bike/swim workout today, and I promised to do the bike portion with her. Due to working nearly 11 hours yesterday, I vetoed the 6am spin class and opted to attend the 8pm class instead.
Dr. B called me at 5:30 to ensure I was still 'in.' I knew why she was calling and I was totally prepared to say "Thanks, but no thanks" and keep my arse firmly planted on my couch. It's freaking cold outside people! I didn't want to venture out again and I was having a mighty nice time eating potato chips, dark chocolate covered marshmallows, and drinking hot cocoa while watching a lame movie.
I felt justified in backing out; after all I had left work a smidge early, did my dishes and a load of laundry all by 5:30. Heck if there was a Heisman for accomplishing daily tasks I was surely in the running! So when my phone rang I was all prepared.
Dr. B's a sly one. She asked me if I still wanted to go b/c it was 'OK' if I wanted to back out and she would just head right to the gym. Here's the thing I don't quite get...somehow in that statement I realized I sort of wanted to go to the gym but mostly I didn't want to be the lame ass training partner that backed out on her. I've been that person and I've had many a partner do that to me. She's only been training for 1 week and 3 days and somehow in my twisted little overactive brain I realized I would be starting a trend if I bailed this early into the season. Yes, it's cold. Yes, my stomach is full of crapola. Yes, I am bloated (who doesn't love an over share!?)
But I gave me word and so I went.
Fast forward to 7:50 and we're sitting in the spin room with the hot instructor (oh yes, there has to be an attractive instructor after I've spent 15 minutes in the car complaining about how I'm bloated and blubbering out over the waistband of my tri shorts, I think that's written in fitness law somewhere). And Mr. Attractive informs us it's going to be a speed workout! Super. I might as well go gag myself because otherwise my projectile vomit of chocolate and potato chips is totally going to ruin this guy's instantaneous love for me.
I suffered through the class in style, blowing my runny nose into the sweat towel and shooting death glares at Dr. B, while still mentally kicking myself for indulging in my bloaty-desires of sugar and salt. As the class ends we're informed there's a half hour spin class immediately following. A-ha! Revenge! I know there are few things Dr. B hates more than ab work, so I decide we're staying so I can pay her back for 'making' me come to the gym in the first place.
Oh and pay her back I did! Mr. Attractive is a demanding sort and he made us do all sorts of torturous ab activities. Half way through the class we were balancing on our asses with both our legs and torsos in the air while twisting from side to side with a weight in our hands. I happened to grab us each 8 lb weights, um...yeah...mistake! I looked over at Dr. B and the combination of concentration and pain on her face was so priceless I accidentally dropped my weight and fell over backwards laughing. Later I fell off the ball while in plank position and nearly took out my neighbor and my shoulder socket. At this point Mr. Attractive came over and politely informed me we were almost done and I could go put my ball away while the others finished. Awesome. Some IM I am!
The upshot is it's that time again - the 'off' season is over which by default means the 'on' season is starting...or at least the limbo season...
Either way, back to the grindstone. This year I will be doing Liberty Half Iron in June, Chisago Half Iron in July, Ragnar (a relay run from Lacrosse, WI to Mpls) in late August, and hopefully Reach the Beach on the East Coast (another relay, but this one with Team G and the Laura-nater) the weekend after IM Wisconsin. I also hope to go on one or two climbing trips and perhaps out to the Seattle/Portland area to cheer for my friends doing events out there in Late June. Busy, busy, busy.
Dr. B called me at 5:30 to ensure I was still 'in.' I knew why she was calling and I was totally prepared to say "Thanks, but no thanks" and keep my arse firmly planted on my couch. It's freaking cold outside people! I didn't want to venture out again and I was having a mighty nice time eating potato chips, dark chocolate covered marshmallows, and drinking hot cocoa while watching a lame movie.
I felt justified in backing out; after all I had left work a smidge early, did my dishes and a load of laundry all by 5:30. Heck if there was a Heisman for accomplishing daily tasks I was surely in the running! So when my phone rang I was all prepared.
Dr. B's a sly one. She asked me if I still wanted to go b/c it was 'OK' if I wanted to back out and she would just head right to the gym. Here's the thing I don't quite get...somehow in that statement I realized I sort of wanted to go to the gym but mostly I didn't want to be the lame ass training partner that backed out on her. I've been that person and I've had many a partner do that to me. She's only been training for 1 week and 3 days and somehow in my twisted little overactive brain I realized I would be starting a trend if I bailed this early into the season. Yes, it's cold. Yes, my stomach is full of crapola. Yes, I am bloated (who doesn't love an over share!?)
But I gave me word and so I went.
Fast forward to 7:50 and we're sitting in the spin room with the hot instructor (oh yes, there has to be an attractive instructor after I've spent 15 minutes in the car complaining about how I'm bloated and blubbering out over the waistband of my tri shorts, I think that's written in fitness law somewhere). And Mr. Attractive informs us it's going to be a speed workout! Super. I might as well go gag myself because otherwise my projectile vomit of chocolate and potato chips is totally going to ruin this guy's instantaneous love for me.
I suffered through the class in style, blowing my runny nose into the sweat towel and shooting death glares at Dr. B, while still mentally kicking myself for indulging in my bloaty-desires of sugar and salt. As the class ends we're informed there's a half hour spin class immediately following. A-ha! Revenge! I know there are few things Dr. B hates more than ab work, so I decide we're staying so I can pay her back for 'making' me come to the gym in the first place.
Oh and pay her back I did! Mr. Attractive is a demanding sort and he made us do all sorts of torturous ab activities. Half way through the class we were balancing on our asses with both our legs and torsos in the air while twisting from side to side with a weight in our hands. I happened to grab us each 8 lb weights, um...yeah...mistake! I looked over at Dr. B and the combination of concentration and pain on her face was so priceless I accidentally dropped my weight and fell over backwards laughing. Later I fell off the ball while in plank position and nearly took out my neighbor and my shoulder socket. At this point Mr. Attractive came over and politely informed me we were almost done and I could go put my ball away while the others finished. Awesome. Some IM I am!
The upshot is it's that time again - the 'off' season is over which by default means the 'on' season is starting...or at least the limbo season...
Either way, back to the grindstone. This year I will be doing Liberty Half Iron in June, Chisago Half Iron in July, Ragnar (a relay run from Lacrosse, WI to Mpls) in late August, and hopefully Reach the Beach on the East Coast (another relay, but this one with Team G and the Laura-nater) the weekend after IM Wisconsin. I also hope to go on one or two climbing trips and perhaps out to the Seattle/Portland area to cheer for my friends doing events out there in Late June. Busy, busy, busy.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
IGGLES!
Heck yes! Go team!
We were screaming, dancing, cursing, sweating - and that was only the first half! Disser and I watched the game in his apartment while trading snarky comments with daddYman who was off gallivanting in a South Carolina Bdubs.
Disser testing his boxing skills against Harley's dodge and weave.
After the Eagles game, Disser did a quick change to be prepared for the Steelers/Chargers game.
I put on my white Eagles jersey in solidarity for the Chargers. As much as I would love to see more of Mike Tomlin, I am rooting for San Diego. Currently the score is tied.
We were screaming, dancing, cursing, sweating - and that was only the first half! Disser and I watched the game in his apartment while trading snarky comments with daddYman who was off gallivanting in a South Carolina Bdubs.
Happy Eagles fans
Disser testing his boxing skills against Harley's dodge and weave.
After the Eagles game, Disser did a quick change to be prepared for the Steelers/Chargers game.
I put on my white Eagles jersey in solidarity for the Chargers. As much as I would love to see more of Mike Tomlin, I am rooting for San Diego. Currently the score is tied.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
4 years
It's January. This January marks the 4th year that I am single. I don't count the bad dates, two flings (yes, I'm up to two whole flings now!) , or Dirty Underwear Boy (aka Bad Karma Boy).
I am not sure what to think of this. I had a heart to heart recently with my bro about my personal life. It didn't take long. I can sum it up:
Him - 'For the life of me I can't figure out why you're not dating.'
Me - 'Neither can I! It's not like I haven't tried.'
Him - 'It sucks. I'm sorry.'
Me - 'Yep.'
The End.
I don't know what to say. Hell, I'm writing this on a Saturday night so obviously I could try harder. But meeting someone in a bar isn't my idea of a good time.
I have started considering online dating again. I know I said I would never do it again, but maybe it's time to add some extra comic relief.
The other option and one that scares me more, is to be more outgoing and talkative at the climbing gym. It seems like a good place to meet people but it's hard b/c everyone has their normal climbing partners. Ok - that's a blatant excuse. I need to put on my big girl panties and just talk to people. There's a guy I've been eying the last few times I was there. But I'm a chicken. I'm working my way up to it.
My latest fling taught me a few things.
1. I am not broken - I'm still capable of feeling sexy.
2. The gray area of my conscience is bigger than I realized.
3. I am not living in a Molly Ringwald/John Hughes movie.
I think #3 was the most upsetting realization.
Hungry Hungry Harley
Zzzzzzzzz
I am not sure what to think of this. I had a heart to heart recently with my bro about my personal life. It didn't take long. I can sum it up:
Him - 'For the life of me I can't figure out why you're not dating.'
Me - 'Neither can I! It's not like I haven't tried.'
Him - 'It sucks. I'm sorry.'
Me - 'Yep.'
The End.
I don't know what to say. Hell, I'm writing this on a Saturday night so obviously I could try harder. But meeting someone in a bar isn't my idea of a good time.
I have started considering online dating again. I know I said I would never do it again, but maybe it's time to add some extra comic relief.
The other option and one that scares me more, is to be more outgoing and talkative at the climbing gym. It seems like a good place to meet people but it's hard b/c everyone has their normal climbing partners. Ok - that's a blatant excuse. I need to put on my big girl panties and just talk to people. There's a guy I've been eying the last few times I was there. But I'm a chicken. I'm working my way up to it.
My latest fling taught me a few things.
1. I am not broken - I'm still capable of feeling sexy.
2. The gray area of my conscience is bigger than I realized.
3. I am not living in a Molly Ringwald/John Hughes movie.
I think #3 was the most upsetting realization.
Either way, January also means something else. It's been nearly four years since I got Harley. He helped me heal after my messy breakup. He's almost 8 years old and as cute as ever! It's been a good 4 years.
I admit, I posed him with the Grinch.
Hungry Hungry Harley
Zzzzzzzzz
This is his common pose - tongue out
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