The View from Prison

I am horrible about listening to my voicemail.
Longest minute and 42 seconds of my life. 
And actually feels more like 42 minutes in a prison cell with cast of the View.  I say that because when that show comes on my ears bleed and I can't take it.
Point is, I have voicemails from a week ago that simply need to be erased and I have yet to do it.  Perhaps tomorrow...

It was another Monday in the 'ol sweat room, and clients whined a little less than normal ;)
Eh, kidding...whining doesn't bother me as long as you do it.  Deciding to waste oxygen talking about it is on you.
To say I never whine is a lie,...I can piss and moan with the best of them, but at some point you realize it's pretty pointless.  Unless your goal truly is to waste oxygen.
Then I'd say you are anti-green and the world hates you for it.
Nonetheless it was a solid training day for most, and for those who struggled a little more than usual, you finished.  Period.
New day tomorrow.

My own workout was decent today,...I rolled and stretched afterwards and am finally able to lay on my IT Band without wanting to bang my head against the wall.  I have a massage scheduled for Friday and will be in much need of Ellen's wrath by then.  She laughingly says she's not pressing hard, and yet I'm always one elbow-dig away from threatening her life right there half naked on that table. 
It will be interesting to say the least.  But I can honestly say that everything she's suggested I do, has worked wonders for my physical ailments,....oh the joys of getting older.
...aaaaaand everyone over the age of 30 just gave me the finger.
Sweet.

Bedtime for me.
Tomorrow I want to briefly touch on the topic of "meal vs. snack food"....its come up a lot lately and I think its worth delving into.  Have a great night folks!

Vows and Cockfights

Whew,...what a weekend.
I think I'll spend the next 5 days catching up on sleep, sanity, and recovering from the cloud of extra-firm-hold hairspray that loomed over my head all day Saturday.
Despite the hole I created in the ozone, I've decided that going to get my hair done for a wedding is necessary.  I don't want to even have to think  about it.
I just want to sit there,...spin in the chair,..hold my breath through the hair product, and pray my scalp doesn't bleed from all the bobby pins. 
Worth every penny.

I had a blast with my dear friend Melissa, and even managed to make it through a brief speech during the rehearsal dinner that didn't offend majority of attendees.  I cried.  Shocker.  Cried, cursed, talked about flatulence,...I covered it all.
I wanted to make sure their marriage started off on the right foot...

The wedding was beautiful and it was great to catch up with old friends from high school and a few former coaches.
One in particular, you know who you are, proceeded to recall stories of me and my mouth during travel ball and the day I got nailed in the crotch on the softball field.  Sometimes I'm blown away by what people remember,....and my wit at 15 years old.  Ha.  Seriously though, I guess if they still derive laughter from it, I will take responsibility for something that just may have caused Sparkles to soil herself had she heard it.  Cheers to the good 'ol days!

Speaking of Sparkles,...her and Happy Feet made their debut Saturday night as well...
As I was standing in front of the congregation holding my flowers and sweating like a champ in my spanx, I was so distracted by mom's head.  Literally.
I will give her credit for the edgy creativity with feathers and ornaments,...but the craft project she rocked on her cranium was a little much.  Bless her heart, every time she moved her head during the service it looked like she was about to fall victim to a cockfight on pew 6.
We give her a hard time, I know, and debates are still looming as to whether or not she made it and its a Sparkles' original.  I'd say its a 93% chance.
Rock on mom, rock on...

Well, its back to the grind tomorrow.
I've felt a little out of sorts and extremely busy the last few days, but tomorrow is Monday and will thus find some way to drag me around. 
Ready to get back to the gym, see my peeps, yell at a few adolescents, and then call it a day...