I missed my daughter’s 5th birthday yesterday. Overall I’m OK because I just put my mind on auto-pilot and try to coast through the days. Every once in a while though you allow your brain to process emotions and it’s fucking depressing. Despite being on auto-pilot and trying to press on it’s only been slightly over a month…ugh!
Well I’m in Iraq – it doesn’t matter where – because it’s hot and dusty all over. The thing that is most striking is the boredom. It’s not like Jarhead where we only do things in between masturbating (though I’m not sure about the boys) but here’s my personnel schedule…
internet/ skype with the family
Many people ask me how I’m doing and it’s mainly bored…I miss my family and I’m bored. Even when I’m on the internet I’m bored because the Internet is so slow. The only reason I’m writing this is because I’m trying to download some songs and I’m killing time while that happens. I might get a whole album off itunes today. There is not much else I want to talk about – I work every night forecasting and observing weather. Looking for dust at night is a bitch, btw.
So on that note I have been rather successful hitting the gym…considering it’s my main entertainment of the day. I time it to watching Jeopardy, unfortunately the sound on the machines sucks and I have trouble finding one that works. You see it’s hard to watch Jeopardy and not hear the answers. I’ve been trying to do cardio and also work on my abs and arms since my main goal is to look like Michelle Obama and Gwen Stefani had a love child. It feels like I’ve been at it for months and it’s frustrating that I’m still looking at the mom-goo around my mid section – then I realize it’s only been 2 weeks…sigh. Also after an initial binge eating, I have sadly omitted cobbler from my diet. I have been relatively behaving myself in the diet department- I do have a French toast breakfast on the weekend – on my gym off day.
I found there is a P90X class at the local gym – I might start that next week. I’m going to need a band-aid because I will be CUT!
I will be running a 5K this weekend – I hear there are free t-shirts. This is my main motivation…even though I can’t wear them here I can wear them eventually
#1 – saw Glenn Beck on the O’Reilly Factor – I’m pretty sure that’s the first sign of the apocalypse.
#2 – You know how the night you don’t really want to go out and drink but you go anyways and it’s the most wasted you ever get? I think the same principle applies to not wanting to go to workout- without the hangover.
#3 – I was watching the View on mute yesterday (it’s the best way to watch it) and Dr. Laura was on. I’m not sure what they were talking about but I’m pretty sure Joy Behar wanted stab her in the carotid with her pen.
#4 – I saw a 70 year old man on treadmill, incline jacked all the way up, holding on to the top ledge of machine for dear life.
I have noticed a disturbing trend in myself lately.
My husband and I frequently sit down to enjoy some rented movies. Almost always I fall asleep halfway through – what can I say the couch is comfy or we pick shitty movies. Then the next morning I have to have my husband to just tell me what happened because I’m too lazy to watch it again. Plus I want to send it back to get more movies…which I will ultimately fall sleep to.
Guidelines for not looking like a douche on facebook:
1. don’t “like” your own comments…I’m not sure what that accomplishes. Of course you like it, you posted it…it’s empiracally implied.
2. Even worse don’t “like” your stuff and then comment when no one else has commented
3. Don’t hate on the fact that I post stuff from games – you might not care but somebody does or I wouldn’t post it.
4. Famous people are not your “friends” stop frontin’
5. Don’t feel need to comment on everything – if you have nothing significant or funny to say just keep scrolling.
6. Just because you saw me in public once doesn’t mean I want to add you.
I have two little girls – 2 1/2 years apart. Spending a day with them is pretty close to living in a mental ward. One minute things are serene and peaceful as the girls play with dolls. Two seconds later everyone is in tears and failing limbs at one another. It’s like living with two drunk sorority sisters – ” i love you man, you’re my SISTER….OMG I HATE YOU, die!” Ironically both scenarios have the same speech and driving capabilities.
Now I realize that this is the plight of every parent with more than one child – at least that’s what I keep telling myself to remain sane. However I am an only child and so is my husband. I found my self venting this to him one day and we just looked at each other and realize that this won’t end anytime soon, because of course then there’s puberty. God help us all…
Well here I am – I’m in Florida. Not cool Florida, the kind with Disney but the other Florida in the Panhandle. This region is also known as the Redneck Rivera…for a reason.
Good News is that I’m back to working out after my back finally healed, bad news is that it’s FREAKIN’ HOT.
You see I’m in the military and they tend to emphasize the whole exercise thing, “fit to fight” and shit. So since I’m here for a training class there has been mandatory exercising. This so far has entailed a 4 mile run and a 3.5 mile run…in 95% humidity. In case you don’t know about this kind of climate that is FREAKIN’HOT. It’s comparable to smoking a pack of cigarettes and drinking all night and then running in the morning.
Normally I can handle the run but not so much down here. I felt like an 80 year old lady…ugh, embarrassing. I have been going to gym on off days so I’m on my way back and hopefully beyond to those Michelle Obama arms and Gwen Stefani abs that’s I’m working towards Today we ran again and I fared better but still in the back of the pack. I don’t know what Friday’s work out brings but I know it involves sandbags…and it ain’t no cornhole tournement.