Look Ma, No Pants!

Starting this at 8:47.  There is no telling what may hit the page...

It was a long day that had me confused from the very beginning.  Being that I missed Monday due to traveling, today felt like Tuesday and I was wandering like a nomad all day trying to figure out what the heck was going on.  After work I called my mom, which I always do on my way home, and instead of picking up and being her happy-crackhead-self, she goes "Why are you calling right now?".  Love you too mom.  I normally don't call on Wednesdays because their at church, and today she just happened  to be home with a migraine...meanwhile I was traveling I-40 convinced its Tuesday.  It all caught me off-guard.  After a 21 minute conversation her headache was either gone or I made it worse and she simply didn't have the heart to tell me.  My bet is on the latter...

A client brought me a Yiddish shirt today.  A few weeks ago I wrote about a Jewish client who wore a t-shirt that said "Got chutzpah?" and I thought it was the funniest thing.  Well, today he comes strolling in with one for me!  Made my day.  However he did say that if I needed a larger one, he could get it for me.  He clearly wasn't referring to my chest.  Anywho, I now own a Jewish shirt.  Happy hump day to me.

It almost looks like I don't have pants on.  Awesome.

To say I was d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g today would be an understatement.  I still have not recovered since the last 2 weeks of craziness, and today was no different.  It was a busy morning which rolled into a 40 minute lifting session,...then I have to leave for an appointment,...then come back to jump on the treadmill for 40 minutes before quickly showering and getting ready for my afternoon crowd.  Splitting up my workout is not on my list of top 10 things to do, but some days are just nuts and you do what you have to do.  My legs are tired which means tomorrow's leg day will suck.  My mom hates that word.  She also hates the word crap.  When I was 9 I asked her if I could say "crap" around the house (since it was the closest thing to cursing I could justify at that point), and she suggested I pray about it.  I went to the laundry closet, (praying on dirty underwear is not normal by the way), and came out 5 minutes later.  I told her that Jesus said as long as I don't say it to Him, its fine.
Explains quite a bit. 
Pretty sure that was the beginning of many "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed in you Meredith" moments. 

Ok, it was a chicken-and-lots-of-greens kind of night, and now its time for bed.  Productive day,...a new one awaits.  Bring your A-game folks....no excuses.

Oh,...and photoshoot officially scheduled for July....game time. :)

Temple T-shirt Sale

I've got my salmon concoction that pretty much looks like vom, but I am happy as a clam to be sitting on my butt right now.  I really need to name this recipe but the only things that come to mind when I look at it are vomit and cat food.  Neither of which sound appealing and yet I will devour it like manna.  Bible reference.  Look it up.
Speaking of religion, one of my clients came in the other day wearing a Yiddish t-shirt.  It said "Got _____?", and no, I had absolutely no clue what the second word was but curiosity was killing me.  He explained that it translated as "Got Cahunas?"...which of course is slang for testicles.  I died laughing.  And when he told me that his temple was selling them I nearly lost it right there.  Where is this temple and do they have a size small?!  What a delightfully inappropriate Yiddish shirt. 
Just when I think I've seen everything in the gym, there walks in a testicle-reference t-shirt purchased at a temple.  I love my job.

As far as my workout goes, today felt rushed but I was able to get everything in.  I wanted to hit back and biceps twice this week, so today was back day #2.  Not going to lie, this week has been increasingly exhausting, so the weights felt a little heavier than normal and cardio was a blur.  After tomorrow's workout I will definitely need some down time.  And in perfect timing, our neighborhood pool opens on Saturday.  Ah yes, dozens of kids running around with foam noodles and a sugar high that could wake the dead.  That's my idea of a great afternoon.  And now my sarcasm has reached a new level...

Ok, bedtime for me.  Friday awaits...thank God....night!