Holy CRAP! *jitters* This is like when we would dare each other to drink all four bottles of Redline*.
STUPID.
This is why I don’t drink things like Red Bull or Monster. I’m so awake right now, I can see the future. Funny, my future looks just like today.
*Please note that I never took anybody up on that particular dare. I really don’t have a death wish.
I’ve been taking this kind of slow since I’ve gone completely wimpy over the past year and a half or so, but there has been progress. Not a lot of progress, but a noticeable difference in the max number of pushups I can do. I took the End Of Week 2 test and managed to pull off 17, but it wasn’t easy. That puts me in column one for week three and I can tell already that it’s going to be a total ass-kicker.
To supplement my pushup program I’m also working with Mr. H’s weight set. The man had 60 lbs on it and I had to remove 40 just so I could do curls without tearing my elbow joints out of alignment. (Originally I had typed “tearing my elbows out of their sockets” but elbows don’t have sockets N’ER!) Unfortunately for me, elbow pain seems to come along with any upper body strength training program I take up no matter how easy I take it on myself.
P.S. Yes, I’m doing boy pushups. Nyeesh.
I’m posting this from Flickr! Just realized I could blog pictures. Anyway, The Shake spent all weekend with Grandma H and was sent home with two new outfits and five pictures. I apologize for the quality of my scanner. It’s an HP and a piece of crap. The pictures look much better in person.
ZOMG! She looks like the cutest little flamenco dancer. Although, as her Mommy, I may be a little biased.
Huh… Maybe because I started running again? I swear I really did eat half a large carton of Fishies followed by a chocolate malt yesterday.
Mr. H is asleep with Shake on the floor in the family room, and he’s left the Big Band & Swing station playing on the digital cable box. I like it, but as I’m sitting here doing my homework (no, really, I’m doing my homework *shifty eye*) I feel like I’ve been spirited away to Stout’s Lodge. Or maybe, an Olive Garden…
Oh, how I hates them.
Procrastination makes my Fridays suck.
Yeah, if I hadn’t pulled up these results I’d probably be in a bit of trouble. The test made me laugh. Especially the question about your work environment.
*Chokes* Ooohh man *wipes away a tear* I miss this cartoon.
So how many months more will it take to lose the last bit?
I owe it to my medical terminology classes for helping me to not misspell words like ‘diarrhea’ ever again. Granted I should have had these kinds of learnin’s down, solid, since middle school but I was too busy doodling, and by 8th grade my brains stopped developing in that department to make room for perspective and color theory. Now, on the cusp of my impending 30’s, and having spent over 5 years without using a single one of my natural artistic talents, I’m catching up on things like spelling. Grammar has yet to call attention to itself and has been, regrettably, lost in the quagmire of useless trivia that makes up about 90% of my grey matter.
I didn’t start this post to tell you about how cruddy I am at writing. Or even how ironic it is that I have a blog when I a) can’t write and b) don’t even like writing — although that doesn’t seem to stop most bloggers from plugging away year after year. Actually, I didn’t start this post to tell you anything in particular. I just realized that I haven’t made one of those Random-Uninteresting-Shit-I’ve-Been-Up-To-Lately entries in a long long time.
And I’m not going to do it now.
But I’m considering it.
Did I also mention that I’m the The Queen of Procrasti Nation? Several times? Good to know I’m being clear.
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