Just got an email from my sister-in-law who made it to the big time. YouTube! Check out 4:51 to see her.
Now check out 2:06. Is that the theme song from GREATEST AMERICAN HERO?!?!
Everyone sing with me now:
Believe it or not,
I’m walkin’ on air,
I never thought I could feel so free-ee-EE!!
Flyin’ away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not
It’s just me!!!!
Okay, I’m a dork. <3
Since I’m trying to get back into shape and need a decent weight training regime and and AND I’m too lazy to drive all the way to Offutt due to lack of weights around here *gasps and picks the run-on sentence back up* I thought it would be “fun” to join Amy in her quest for 100 pushups.
I’ve just taken the initial test and cranked out 10 pushups, which to me is mildly surprising because I was convinced I’d poop out at 5 or 6. I guess that lifting and hauling The Shake everywhere is helping, even if it’s only a little bit. 10 is all right. It puts me in the level 2 group which means I’ll have to do a set of 7, 7, 5, 4, and then a max set of at least 5 today, Wednesday, and Friday before moving onto the next tier.
I’ll do that later (says Teh Procrastinator) while Shake is snoozing this afternoon.
I wonder if there is a 100 sit-up program.
(Update) It’s almost 4:30 and I finally got around to my first set. Wasn’t expecting Mr. H to ask me to meet him at Carlos O’kelly’s for lunch, and probably should have turned him down since I had stuffed myself on about 4 large bowls of CornPops not even 2 hours before he called. But I went anyway and ordered a salad that I couldn’t even finish half of.
I began the set and did the 7, 7, 5, 4 with no problems. I started with my max set, finished pushup #5, stared at the floor for a couple of beats and managed to force one more out before shaking my head and getting back up again.
After all that, I feel like I should be doing more. I have a tiny 6 lb medicine ball that I use for crunches, so maybe I’ll do something with that.
Oh, the honesty.
Note: Not work safe. Sorry, Gym!!
This evening I played several hours of Flyff. I wonder how disgraceful it really is in the grand scheme of things to say that I lost my place in Phi Theta Kappa because I was more interested in “killing” CGIs…
I bet I’d be better off in Delta Tau Chi.
My mother sent this to me. Oh yes. I laughed good.
(Quote from ‘Das Boot’, RDRR)
http://forums.vwvortex.com/zerothread?id=3880087
HAH! Score one for the little guy.
The story in a nutshell:
Guy’s neighborhood goes HOA and requires him to pay to park on the street.
Guy pays for the pass, only he forgets to display it before parking on said street.
Guy’s car gets booted.
Guy puts dollies under his car and wheels it into his garage.
The waiting game begins.
(h/t @ fraNk)
P.S. If you have the time, it’s worth scrolling through the thread looking for all the updates from this guy. Some of these pictures are funny as hell.
I needs me a set of these. To complete my Wanton Sex Goddess image.
Something you may or may not have known about me: I was once a synchronized swimmer.
It was the year 1992, and I was fourteen years old. We had recently moved back to Phoenix, Arizona after about five years in Oregon and my sister and I had transferred to the Arizona Aqua Stars from the Tualatin Hills Synchro Club.
After hours of tinkering around with my computer and some DVDs that my father gave me, I now have my very first YouTube video to prove it.
BEHOLD! Me, in all my gangling, awkward, teenaged glory. I’m the really pale one in the duet and in case you still have trouble picking me out, my father was nice enough to put my name briefly over my person just before the routine started. Also, if you recognized the last song in the performance, but couldn’t remember where it came from, hereyago.
And you can laugh all you want, but those skillz got me through the swim portion of boot camp with ease.
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