What a weekend.
I feel like I have a hangover and I haven't even drank...yet...keyword yet. I woke up Saturday morning feeling great. I wasn't stiff, sore, bloated, tired, pissed off (it was early, give it time), or remotely apprehensive about the day. I enjoyed about 3 oz. of coffee as I put on my fake lashes and thick coats of makeup. I was going for the prostitute-look. Check. I woke Ryan up at 5:45 to put one last coat of tanner on my back...he was thrilled. Actually, he never complained...probably because I was naked, I get it. Anyway, I was out the door by 7:15 and on my way to check-in. Walking into the theater was truly exciting, and it honestly felt like 5 years flew by. Months of work for just one day. We had our athlete meeting, got our numbers, and then headed to dressing rooms to get ready and wait until it was our turn for pre-judging. Waiting around is tough because you have to time your food correctly. You're hardly eating anything that day, and the carbs that you are eating need to be just enough to give you a slight pump without "spilling over" and looking flat. I'm pretty sure Quaker's stock went up with all the rice cakes that were eaten that day backstage.
By 10:15 they call us upstairs to start pumping up and to get oiled down. I can already tell at this point that I should have packed some potassium pills. I was cramping like hell. I pushed through about 15 minutes of weights backstage (already sweating like a dog), and headed over to get oiled up. I don't care who you are, having PAM rubbed on your inner thigh is a little awkward....so what do I do? I make inappropriate comments to keep the guy laughing so its not so weird. Looking back, I may not have helped the situation. O-well, I tried...
So it wasn't until that point that you all line up backstage that you're able to get a good look at the ladies in your height class. I got in my numerical position, looked down the line, and laughed. In all the competitions I've been in at the state level, this was by far the most competitive group of women. Every single person was stage-ready. This would be tough. Very tough. I was amazed at how "hard" the women were though...very vascular, striated shoulders, and pretty darn big....and yet, at the pro-level the look is getting a little softer with smooth lines/shape. So it just boiled down to what the judges were looking for that day.
They filed us out there in a single line across the stage and we went straight into quarter turns. I flexed a little too hard the first 2 and shook a little bit. Back on target for the rest. I honestly was not sure how the judging would fall. But I did know that if they did not lean more towards a smoother look, I would not do well.
After prejudging, I had about 4 hours to kill before meeting back for the night show....so Ryan and I went to a couple of local stores to knock around for a bit. I smelled horrible. Between the paint, PAM, and not showering in over a day, I could clear a room in a heartbeat. I was highly flammable as well. I'm sure people were wondering where in the world Ryan found a hooker on a Saturday afternoon. Not busting on hookers that work afternoons...happy hour has to start at some point. I was exhausted...dehydrated, hungry, and in much need of a shower. BUT, the show rolls on. I was back at the theater by 4:30 and gearing up for the show at 6pm.
For the record, these shows are EXTREMELY long, so again, timing my food and what not was very hard. Long story short, I didn't actually go on stage until around 10:15 or so. Talk about a long day. From about 8:00 Friday night until 11:00 Saturday night I had about 10 oz. of water and 700 calories. By that point I was beyond hungry and just wanted to chug water like it was my job...didn't need that over-priced Fiji crap, it could be bath water, I didn't care...
So that was my day in a nutshell...now down to business. I can say with confidence that I felt great going into Saturday and I would not change a thing about my preparation up until that point. The only thing I expected was to bring my best that day, and I did. It was an incredibly competitive group, and I did not place. At the moment I was bummed, but I was not disappointed in myself. I did everything I'd expected of myself, and that's all you can do in a subjective sport. The judges clearly wanted a harder look. That was not me. To give you an idea, I took the stage at a solid 130 pounds (not exactly tiny for someone barely over 5'4"), and the winner was 5'5" and pushing 145. First time I've looked small in awhile. Ironically, the photographers and a few other promoters there loved what I brought to the stage and advised me not to change. So that certainly leaves me with a few choices to make before the next show. Oh the dilemma...
I felt good on the way home that night. I was ready to sleep, eat some m&m's, and then hit the weights hard today. I think my perspective on the entire day was a world of difference from 5 years ago, and I am pleased with my own work and strides along the way. No time for disappointment and what ifs,...pick up and move on. I still plan to do another show in the fall. I want to put on a little more muscle in my shoulders and arms, and then be a tad more conditioned. BUT, I also want to enjoy my summer and have beer with friends...or a beer with my one friend...and act like I have somewhat of a normal social life...
I was so blown away by the number of texts, emails, and facebook messages I received Saturday. You people rock my world. There I was exhausted, alone in a sea of Protan and PAM, eating rice cakes like it was manna, and one after another you contacted me to wish me luck and say you were thinking of me. I was beyond touched. I tried to respond as promptly as possible...even though a couple of times my fingers stuck to my phone because I was in the process of gluing my suit down with bikini-bite. Its a glue stick for your ass. I had glue in places one should never have glue....but those places already had paint, so what was a little glue to top it off? Anyway, I am truly grateful...thank you...dearly...
So I'm sure you're wondering what I ate yesterday. Ha, I knew it. I honestly wasn't too hungry, but if I wanted something, anything, I ate it. I had some honey roasted peanuts, a tortilla soft shell with peanut butter (its called a sex wrap), m &m's, and about 3 bowls of cereal for dinner. I was sugar drunk. It was great.
Holy crap, have a written a book yet?! Pretty soon Blogger is going to throw out a pop-up that says "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP TYPING"...stupid computer. On that note, let's talk about today. HA. I was absolutely THRILLED to get back in the gym. My chest is going to be so sore tomorrow...I can't wait. I want every inch of these A-cups to be in pain baby. I hit chest and shoulders hard...sets of 8, very heavy. Then, I did cardio...and actually didn't mind it. I must still be sugar drunk. Kidding...I was just eager to get moving again...
Well, I think that is all for now. I am tired. Legs tomorrow boys and girls...going heavy...can't take it anymore. And I have a good Target story coming as well....that store will most likely be the death of me...
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
This is it...
I smell horrible.
I've got 7 coats of Protan on and haven't worn deodorant in 2 days...for the record, I'm a sweater, so this is not an optimal situation for me, or anyone around me. I seriously felt bad for the couple standing behind me in Sam's Club today. For starters, they were probably wondering why my face was about 10 shades whiter than the rest of my body. Then once they gave up trying to figure that out, they were curious as to why I smelled like a combination of rubbing alcohol and a locker room. I just turned and smiled....they hated me...and since they were buying a 5 gallon tub of mayo that will contribute to the triple bypass surgery my tax dollars will pay for, the feeling was mutual...
I swear I spent at least 3 hours in the car today. I didn't plan my day very well, (I left the paint at my parents house), and decided I needed to throw on 2 extra coats at 8:30 this morning. I don't do "spontaneous" too well, so at that point I was not only freaking out that I would need more paint than expected, but on the verge of an anxiety attack simply because it threw me off schedule. I'm beyond irrational right now...story of my life. Ryan hasn't been around the house too much, which is completely understandable. I'm moments away from going nuts on him, and just one shade away from being charged for it under a different ethnicity.
On another note, the past 2 days have brought such a wide range of emotion. One really threw me for a loop yesterday though. I was driving down the highway and I started tearing up...which usually only happens if someone passes gas with the heat on. But there I was, alone, (no gas...shocking), and fighting back these random tears. But I soon discovered where they came from. So here goes...
The significance of this weekend finally hit me. When I "left the stage" 5 years ago, I was a mess...I was depressed and dealing with some very serious and overwhelming issues that I assumed were fueled by the competing itself. It wasn't, and I was wrong, but I never addressed those things before diving head first into something so consuming, subjective, and mentally hard as figure competitions. I was angry with myself and just wanted OUT. I honestly thought that getting out of that world would solve my problems. HA. I threw away all my trophies and truly thought I would never return. The truth was that once I forced myself to confront some deep seeded struggles and self-perceptions that were in fact false, I could look at competing in a whole new light. I could compete from a very honest place, and not hide behind someone who was just trying to run from everything.
So for me to step back on the very stage I left 5 years ago is huge in itself. It means that struggles are real, but so is healing. And it means that who you were in the past does not have to hinder or determine who you are today. I do believe everything works together...and I think that the events of 5 years ago were a catalyst. Sure it forced me into some dark days, but those eventually faded and now I stand a much different woman. So perhaps my tears in the car yesterday were more so for myself...for the old me, who thought she'd always struggle...and for the new me, who proved otherwise.
With all that said, I am going into show day with a good peace of mind. Whether or not I'm what the judges are looking for, we'll find out. I've done the work, so all I have left is presentation.
And I do want to say thank you. So many of you have faithfully encouraged me along the way...I sincerely appreciate every word...every thought. Next time I post I hope to have great news and perhaps a beer in hand. What? Its been 7 months and 3 major holidays (which means family events) and I have yet to drink...I'm due...well overdue.
Alright folks...game time...
I've got 7 coats of Protan on and haven't worn deodorant in 2 days...for the record, I'm a sweater, so this is not an optimal situation for me, or anyone around me. I seriously felt bad for the couple standing behind me in Sam's Club today. For starters, they were probably wondering why my face was about 10 shades whiter than the rest of my body. Then once they gave up trying to figure that out, they were curious as to why I smelled like a combination of rubbing alcohol and a locker room. I just turned and smiled....they hated me...and since they were buying a 5 gallon tub of mayo that will contribute to the triple bypass surgery my tax dollars will pay for, the feeling was mutual...
I swear I spent at least 3 hours in the car today. I didn't plan my day very well, (I left the paint at my parents house), and decided I needed to throw on 2 extra coats at 8:30 this morning. I don't do "spontaneous" too well, so at that point I was not only freaking out that I would need more paint than expected, but on the verge of an anxiety attack simply because it threw me off schedule. I'm beyond irrational right now...story of my life. Ryan hasn't been around the house too much, which is completely understandable. I'm moments away from going nuts on him, and just one shade away from being charged for it under a different ethnicity.
On another note, the past 2 days have brought such a wide range of emotion. One really threw me for a loop yesterday though. I was driving down the highway and I started tearing up...which usually only happens if someone passes gas with the heat on. But there I was, alone, (no gas...shocking), and fighting back these random tears. But I soon discovered where they came from. So here goes...
The significance of this weekend finally hit me. When I "left the stage" 5 years ago, I was a mess...I was depressed and dealing with some very serious and overwhelming issues that I assumed were fueled by the competing itself. It wasn't, and I was wrong, but I never addressed those things before diving head first into something so consuming, subjective, and mentally hard as figure competitions. I was angry with myself and just wanted OUT. I honestly thought that getting out of that world would solve my problems. HA. I threw away all my trophies and truly thought I would never return. The truth was that once I forced myself to confront some deep seeded struggles and self-perceptions that were in fact false, I could look at competing in a whole new light. I could compete from a very honest place, and not hide behind someone who was just trying to run from everything.
So for me to step back on the very stage I left 5 years ago is huge in itself. It means that struggles are real, but so is healing. And it means that who you were in the past does not have to hinder or determine who you are today. I do believe everything works together...and I think that the events of 5 years ago were a catalyst. Sure it forced me into some dark days, but those eventually faded and now I stand a much different woman. So perhaps my tears in the car yesterday were more so for myself...for the old me, who thought she'd always struggle...and for the new me, who proved otherwise.
With all that said, I am going into show day with a good peace of mind. Whether or not I'm what the judges are looking for, we'll find out. I've done the work, so all I have left is presentation.
And I do want to say thank you. So many of you have faithfully encouraged me along the way...I sincerely appreciate every word...every thought. Next time I post I hope to have great news and perhaps a beer in hand. What? Its been 7 months and 3 major holidays (which means family events) and I have yet to drink...I'm due...well overdue.
Alright folks...game time...
Thursday, April 14, 2011
24 to go
Sleeping in this morning was basically a joke. Awake at 4am and finally out of bed by 5:45. By 6:30 I was out of the shower, had my iPod strapped to my head with pre-wrap, and I was slapping on brown paint like I was on a mission. I have to have my iPod on for everything...so finding a way to keep it on my body while applying body paint/stain was quite interesting. But I figured if someone was genius enough to construct a hands-free beer helmet, I was fully capable of solving the iPod dilemma. I knew that college degree would come in handy someday.
Today's been a quiet day. I didn't work, but went in for a quick circuit workout. No one was there...just me, my music, and any ounce of anxiety I felt regarding the show. I honestly found it difficult to take it easy in the gym. I wanted to go heavier and harder, but I knew I couldn't...I just kept reminding myself that this was necessary for now. It helped, but I can't deny my frustration with the notion of going "light" in the gym. What an oxymoron. I hit chest, shoulders, and a little bit of triceps...2-3 exercises per body part, 15 reps but never to failure...weight around 40% lighter than usual. No cardio. That was the highlight of my day. Well that and yelling at my mom for leaving a streak of brown paint on my breast...ok, I didn't really yell, I just assertively pointed out that it looked like someone used the bathroom on my chest...what? It did...I just chose a few different words... My mom should get mother of the year award for all of this.
Mentally, I've been in a really good place all day. I've been alone most of the day, which has been great. I needed some downtime, and tomorrow will be much of the same. I've had so many random thoughts that I'll probably go into greater detail tomorrow...pretty emotional day.
The plan for tomorrow is to sleep in as much as possible...clean (because my OCD needs a fix)...run a few errands...and then back to the rents to finish up some painting. Running errands will be entertaining...as people look at me trying to figure out why I appear to have been molested by the sun...
Ok, its almost 10:00 and I'm beat...just one more day to go...
Today's been a quiet day. I didn't work, but went in for a quick circuit workout. No one was there...just me, my music, and any ounce of anxiety I felt regarding the show. I honestly found it difficult to take it easy in the gym. I wanted to go heavier and harder, but I knew I couldn't...I just kept reminding myself that this was necessary for now. It helped, but I can't deny my frustration with the notion of going "light" in the gym. What an oxymoron. I hit chest, shoulders, and a little bit of triceps...2-3 exercises per body part, 15 reps but never to failure...weight around 40% lighter than usual. No cardio. That was the highlight of my day. Well that and yelling at my mom for leaving a streak of brown paint on my breast...ok, I didn't really yell, I just assertively pointed out that it looked like someone used the bathroom on my chest...what? It did...I just chose a few different words... My mom should get mother of the year award for all of this.
Mentally, I've been in a really good place all day. I've been alone most of the day, which has been great. I needed some downtime, and tomorrow will be much of the same. I've had so many random thoughts that I'll probably go into greater detail tomorrow...pretty emotional day.
The plan for tomorrow is to sleep in as much as possible...clean (because my OCD needs a fix)...run a few errands...and then back to the rents to finish up some painting. Running errands will be entertaining...as people look at me trying to figure out why I appear to have been molested by the sun...
Ok, its almost 10:00 and I'm beat...just one more day to go...
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Death by wax...
What a day. I fell asleep later than I'd hoped last night and got to work not really remembering much of the drive. I've got the coffee mug to my face and the music blasting to keep me awake. Ever pull up next someone at a stoplight really really early in the morning and hear their bass thumping and wonder who the heck could be rocking out to Eminem before sunrise? Yup, its me. I little ridiculous, but getting up at 4:30 is ridiculous so I have to manage somehow...
Today was my last official "leg day" before the show. Again, I kept the rep range around 15, and just focused on the squeeze of every movement. Not gonna lie, I kind of miss lifting super-heavy on my legs...which is a statement I might take back the first time I return to squatting an obscene amount of weight for 8 reps and convinced that my pancreas might fall out, simply because that's how dramatic I am. I'm probably going to receive an email from someone all freaked out about their pancreas falling out while squatting. Sorry folks, won't happen...so keep lifting heavy...your more likely to throw up or pee yourself. Not exactly pleasant, but quicker clean up.
I had a great core workout today. Abs look decent. Lower abdominal muscles and obliques are out of control, and given my tendency to put on good muscle mass from the waist-down, I'm about 2 crunches and 5 squats away from shopping at Lane Bryant...
Workout:
Leg press 4 x 15
Walking lunges 3 x 25 yards
Leg extension 3 x 15
Hamstring curls on machine 3 x 15
Lunge jumps 4 x 20
Reverse glute raise/flutter on ball 3 x 60
BOSU full sit-ups 3 x 15
Heel touch/pilates leg-lower 3 x 20 each
Bike ab on bench 3 x 30 seconds
Cardio 45 minutes
Tomorrow will be my last "heavy" workout of the week, with just 2 days of light circuit training on Thursday and Friday. My body is used to a certain routine so I need to keep it there as much as possible, without being sore near the show. Oh, and last day of sprints tomorrow...hallelujah. I'll get a few days break and won't know what to do with myself...eh, I have a few ideas...
Soooo....I went for my waxing appointment today. First time. Let's just put it this way, I'm pretty sure that just before you enter hell, you are waxed. My pain threshold is pretty high, but today was absurd. Halfway through I wanted to hit the poor woman in the face...first time I've wanted to hit a stranger. Ok, that's a lie, but you get the idea. After it was over she advised me to wear lose clothing for awhile...uhhh...lose pants? What are those? Clearly she had no clue who she was talking to. Spandex is my life...I'm fairly certain I came from my mom's womb doing push-ups in a pair of biker shorts...so this was not an option. I threw on my skin-tight pants and headed back to work...more eager to sit on an ice pack than yell at people. Needless to say, it was a long afternoon...
9:04 and I need to head to bed. Tomorrow is my last day of work for this week so its a packed day. Back and biceps on tap for tomorrow's workout, some sprints, and then gear up for the rest of my week. Lots to do...paint, pack, nail appointment, paint some more, question my sanity a few times, paint once again,...here we go...
Goodnight to all!!
Today was my last official "leg day" before the show. Again, I kept the rep range around 15, and just focused on the squeeze of every movement. Not gonna lie, I kind of miss lifting super-heavy on my legs...which is a statement I might take back the first time I return to squatting an obscene amount of weight for 8 reps and convinced that my pancreas might fall out, simply because that's how dramatic I am. I'm probably going to receive an email from someone all freaked out about their pancreas falling out while squatting. Sorry folks, won't happen...so keep lifting heavy...your more likely to throw up or pee yourself. Not exactly pleasant, but quicker clean up.
I had a great core workout today. Abs look decent. Lower abdominal muscles and obliques are out of control, and given my tendency to put on good muscle mass from the waist-down, I'm about 2 crunches and 5 squats away from shopping at Lane Bryant...
Workout:
Leg press 4 x 15
Walking lunges 3 x 25 yards
Leg extension 3 x 15
Hamstring curls on machine 3 x 15
Lunge jumps 4 x 20
Reverse glute raise/flutter on ball 3 x 60
BOSU full sit-ups 3 x 15
Heel touch/pilates leg-lower 3 x 20 each
Bike ab on bench 3 x 30 seconds
Cardio 45 minutes
Tomorrow will be my last "heavy" workout of the week, with just 2 days of light circuit training on Thursday and Friday. My body is used to a certain routine so I need to keep it there as much as possible, without being sore near the show. Oh, and last day of sprints tomorrow...hallelujah. I'll get a few days break and won't know what to do with myself...eh, I have a few ideas...
Soooo....I went for my waxing appointment today. First time. Let's just put it this way, I'm pretty sure that just before you enter hell, you are waxed. My pain threshold is pretty high, but today was absurd. Halfway through I wanted to hit the poor woman in the face...first time I've wanted to hit a stranger. Ok, that's a lie, but you get the idea. After it was over she advised me to wear lose clothing for awhile...uhhh...lose pants? What are those? Clearly she had no clue who she was talking to. Spandex is my life...I'm fairly certain I came from my mom's womb doing push-ups in a pair of biker shorts...so this was not an option. I threw on my skin-tight pants and headed back to work...more eager to sit on an ice pack than yell at people. Needless to say, it was a long afternoon...
9:04 and I need to head to bed. Tomorrow is my last day of work for this week so its a packed day. Back and biceps on tap for tomorrow's workout, some sprints, and then gear up for the rest of my week. Lots to do...paint, pack, nail appointment, paint some more, question my sanity a few times, paint once again,...here we go...
Goodnight to all!!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Scrambled please...
I'm about 1 egg white away from going to the bathroom and laying my own...
12 egg whites today, some tilapia, chicken, and an ungodly amount of asparagus and spinach...welcome to peak week. I feel pretty weak, but mentally on point. Getting through today's workout was tougher than I expected because 20 pounds felt like 30, and 30 felt like 50, and the 35's felt like Aunt Bertha was sitting on my chest. Honestly, the entire experience was not very pleasant, but it is what it is.
I've had many clients/friends ask me how I'm doing today...let's "go there" shall we...
I'm nervous, excited, extremely tired, eager, focused, and dealing with all sorts of thoughts that I haven't quite sorted out just yet. Its been 5 years since I've stood on that particular stage, and I can vividly remember looking at the pictures afterward and being disappointed. I didn't work hard enough...I didn't want it bad enough. I was one place away from qualifying for nationals, and I knew that I didn't deserve that spot. I am bombarded with images from that last show...like it was my moment of "falling off the bike"...and now sometimes I fear going on stage and looking the exact same...not prepared...not to my potential...simply mediocre. Its not logical, I know, because I look so different, and so I acknowledge them and then move on. Because its not about being fearless, but how you respond to that fear that matters. It moves you in one direction or another...towards a greater sense of self and success or towards complacency and the mind-numbing thought of "what if". I saw this quote the other day and it really stuck with me, it said "Whatever you fear, go there." Here I go...
Chest/shoulders/sprints today....this will be my 6th week of sprint work...amazing my knee caps are still intact. Despite the fact that everything felt much heavier than I'd like, it was a good workout. Right now it is maintenance...just getting to Saturday feeling confident, hard, and ready.
Workout:
Incline DB press 4 x 10, drop set on 4th
Flat DB bench 3 x 10
DB flys 4 x 12, drop set on 4th
Push-ups to failure 2x
Seated BB shoulder press/ss lateral raises 4 x 12/15
Seated Arnold press/ss front raise partials 3 x 10/15
Sprints 25 minutes
The latest question in the Falcon house is when to start painting. Originally, I was thinking Thursday night...now I'm thinking Wednesday. I'm extremely pale right now, (I'm pretty sure I glow in the dark when I'm naked),...and so I'm thinking I might need at least 5 coats of paint...which takes F-O-R-E-V-E-R. Hell, we might as well start right now.
Alright, I've gotta cook dinner for the hubby....he's getting velveeta shells and cheese with ground turkey...that dish is like fatty-sex-goodness in your mouth. Why do I let him eat that? Because if he had to eat the eggs and asparagus that I just ate, the fine line of domestic violence might be crossed.
Have a wonderful night!! Moving forward....always moving forward...
12 egg whites today, some tilapia, chicken, and an ungodly amount of asparagus and spinach...welcome to peak week. I feel pretty weak, but mentally on point. Getting through today's workout was tougher than I expected because 20 pounds felt like 30, and 30 felt like 50, and the 35's felt like Aunt Bertha was sitting on my chest. Honestly, the entire experience was not very pleasant, but it is what it is.
I've had many clients/friends ask me how I'm doing today...let's "go there" shall we...
I'm nervous, excited, extremely tired, eager, focused, and dealing with all sorts of thoughts that I haven't quite sorted out just yet. Its been 5 years since I've stood on that particular stage, and I can vividly remember looking at the pictures afterward and being disappointed. I didn't work hard enough...I didn't want it bad enough. I was one place away from qualifying for nationals, and I knew that I didn't deserve that spot. I am bombarded with images from that last show...like it was my moment of "falling off the bike"...and now sometimes I fear going on stage and looking the exact same...not prepared...not to my potential...simply mediocre. Its not logical, I know, because I look so different, and so I acknowledge them and then move on. Because its not about being fearless, but how you respond to that fear that matters. It moves you in one direction or another...towards a greater sense of self and success or towards complacency and the mind-numbing thought of "what if". I saw this quote the other day and it really stuck with me, it said "Whatever you fear, go there." Here I go...
Chest/shoulders/sprints today....this will be my 6th week of sprint work...amazing my knee caps are still intact. Despite the fact that everything felt much heavier than I'd like, it was a good workout. Right now it is maintenance...just getting to Saturday feeling confident, hard, and ready.
Workout:
Incline DB press 4 x 10, drop set on 4th
Flat DB bench 3 x 10
DB flys 4 x 12, drop set on 4th
Push-ups to failure 2x
Seated BB shoulder press/ss lateral raises 4 x 12/15
Seated Arnold press/ss front raise partials 3 x 10/15
Sprints 25 minutes
The latest question in the Falcon house is when to start painting. Originally, I was thinking Thursday night...now I'm thinking Wednesday. I'm extremely pale right now, (I'm pretty sure I glow in the dark when I'm naked),...and so I'm thinking I might need at least 5 coats of paint...which takes F-O-R-E-V-E-R. Hell, we might as well start right now.
Alright, I've gotta cook dinner for the hubby....he's getting velveeta shells and cheese with ground turkey...that dish is like fatty-sex-goodness in your mouth. Why do I let him eat that? Because if he had to eat the eggs and asparagus that I just ate, the fine line of domestic violence might be crossed.
Have a wonderful night!! Moving forward....always moving forward...
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