Workout for 8/31/13

August 31st, 2013

3.2mi run/walk 40 mintues, personal best for me.
Chest/tricep each exercise 3 sets x10 reps

Bench Press 8lb dumbells
Inclined Bench Press-got this wrong, did vertical chest press machine 30lbs
Butterflies 5lb dumbells
Inclined Butterflies-machine 20lbs
Tricep Extension 5lb dumbell
Tricep Pushdown-machine 40lbs
Overhead Trice Extension 8lb dumbell, both hands
Blackeyes 10lb EZ bar-muscle failure at the end.

Just So You Know….

August 15th, 2011

Raspberry lemonade in red wine is almost as good as substitution as fruit juice. In case you were wondering. Oh my goodness, my kids are driving me crazy today. And it’s all Sarah. She’s pestering the hell out of Jack. Goodness.

Is It Midnight Yet?

August 15th, 2011

It’s Monday afternoon, my kids don’t start back to school for another 3 weeks, we leave this weekend for a week of camping that means this week I am doing all the ‘get ready’ stuff. But my kids are too rambunctious to stay in the house. However, Sarah broke her arm last week and had surgery Friday so I’m a little leery of letting her go outside to play. She’s got a rod in her bone and her arm in a cast, but her had is still swollen and I’m just too cautious to send her outside to climb her tree. That means Jack won’t go outside either. They’re upstairs right now chasing each other with swords and Nerf guns. Cause that’s so much safer than climbing a tree.

It’s not even 4pm, I’m exhausted, and I really, really, really want a big glass of wine. But I don’t like to drink my wine straight, I put fruit juice in it. I’m out of fruit juice. That means I either have to drink it straight, ugh, go get fruit juice,  which means I have to put on more clothes than the boxers and t-shirt I’ve worn all day, or go without. Straight it is.

Uh oh, it’s quiet on the upstairs front. There’s no telling what they’ve gotten into.


Bye for now.

Football Season is HERE!!!!

September 4th, 2010

I am a HUGE Alabama football fan. I bleed crimson. I yell ROLL TIDE even when they were losing and playing like wimps. And I yell when they’re winning, the Iron bowl game, the SEC championship game, and the national championship game. I love Alabama football.

My husband, however, (I still haven’t come up with an appropriate name for him) is a Michigan fan. I know, I know, I pray for him too. We live very near Ann Arbor. Sidenote: the street signs in Ann Arbor are maize and blue. But he is not as true a fan as I am. I have seen him be in the middle of a game, realize that Michigan is losing, and WALK AWAY FROM THE TV. I don’t understand it either. When they’re winning, he claims to be a die-hard fan. I have to admit, it makes my life calmer when they’re winning, and as long as they’re not playing Alabama that’s just fine. But the first football season we were married, Alabama and Michigan played each other in the Orange bowl. Alabama lost by 1 point in overtime. I was not pleased. But my husband could not be too happy because we were at my Uncle Claud’s house surrounded by most of my family.

I should take a moment here to point out that my entire family are Bama fans. Most of them are intense fans. That means so much more than ‘die-hard’. Tempers explode, they don’t just flare. Blood pressures blast into deep space, they don’t just rise. Voices of the most soft spoken and gentle men become roars that are heard miles away. And the women are even more intense. This is the situation in which my brand new yankee husband found himself upon the Alabama loss of the Orange bowl. His first response was “Michigan won!” His next thought was “how the hell do I survive this?” So it might have been a victory, but it was definitely a subdued one.

Now, we watch games together, I’ll pull for Michigan, he’ll pull for Alabama, and all is well with our world. Alabama and Michigan aren’t scheduled to play each other for at least 2 more years. We’re good, for now.

Oh help!

August 22nd, 2010

My children are driving me abso-freakin-lutely spittin’ cherry pits moonbat crazy! In the last 5 minutes I have watched Thing 2, who is 5, climb halfway up my stairs, on the outside of the banister, then drop onto the monster dog’s bed with a huge crash and a loud “AWESOME!” I’ve watched Thing 1 (who is 7) do her version of the ‘pee pee’ dance. Then Thing 2 had to show me his version, which of course involved flopping and convulsing on the floor. Then there was the battle over the wiimote. And they’re both smacking gum as closely to my ears as is humanly possible without getting gum in my hair. The Hubby is playing some shoot-em-up-splatter -blood-game on his computer and pretty much just hiding in the office.

We got back from our camping trip yesterday, we spent a week camping in the woods at Lake Michigan. The Things whined and fussed and fought most of the time and Hubby and I were pretty cranky, too. So we packed up a day early and made it home at about 4am today. So the van is still packed to the gills. And that includes our toothbrushes. And obviously my patience, too.  Because for the love of all that is blue and green if Thing 2 doesn’t stop kissing me I’m going to dropkick him across the ever loving house! Ok, time for lunch. Drive thru it is.

I just asked the Things what they wanted from Arby’s. Thing 2 wants 71 french fries. Huh. Sounds good to me too. See ya’ll later.

Uh oh…

July 25th, 2010

I’m angry again. No, maybe not so much angry as I am frustrated. One of my husband’s cousins pretty much attacked me online a few weeks ago. I know, I know, it was on Facebook, and that’s a tool of the devil. I get it. Every Sunday morning when my alarm goes off, there’s a preacher on the radio telling me how evil the internet is and how satan uses Facebook and MySpace and Twitter to defeat the will of God. I don’t know where this guy preaches, but hello, you’re on the RADIO. That’s only a few steps away from TELEVISION! Heaven forbid! And TELEVISION is only a few steps away from….wait for it….PODCASTS!

So anyway, I had posted one of my favorite verses: “He rescued me because He delighted in me”. I’ve posted that here before, it’s from Psalms 18, it also has the verse “He drew me out of the deep waters”.  It’s just one of those Psalms that always brings me comfort, not only because it reminds me of he deep deep love of my Savior, but also because it reminds me that God will protect His own.  “6 In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From His temple He heard my voice; my cry came before Him, into His ears. 7 The earth trembled and quaked, and the foundations of the mountains shook; they trembled because He was angry.”

And since I’ve reread the whole thing, now I feel sorry for her. She doesn’t have that promise of an eternity with the same God that gets angry when someone hurts my feelings.  So instead of venting, I’ll pray. That’s what I should be doing anyway, huh? Ok, glad that’s all out of my system for now, maybe I can get some sleep. Good night, sweet dreams!


Workin’ it all out of my system….

May 20th, 2010

I’ve had it. I’m through. I’m just plain old pissed off and I’m not going to put up with it any longer. All my life I have been called a hypocrite or holier-than-thou and I’m sick of it. I’ve been struggling with this anger for a good long while now and after I get it out of my system here I won’t bring it up again. But right now it’s just making me furious. Can someone please explain to me why I am judged so harshly when I have been very conscious of NOT judging anyone else? I mean really. “Oh? Your first marriage failed and your second marriage isn’t happy? Hm, ever think it might be YOU and not your partner?” But I didn’t say that because it would be mean and judgmental and self righteous. “Hmmmm, so you won’t believe in God because you’re miserable and overwhelmed and feel helpless and hopeless? But believing in a God who will give you peace and strength and comfort and hope is stupid? Looks to me like YOU might be stupid.” But I didn’t say that either cause I’m not a heartless bitch. No. I’m ignorant and naive and simple and uneducated because I choose to follow Jesus and I choose every single morning to walk with Him and to try my best to follow His teaching and His plan for my life. I tried my best to show you that His love is amazing and your life can be amazing too. I wanted to show you that forgiveness is beautifully freeing and grace is so comforting. That even though there is sin and evil and pain and suffering there is also joy and love and hope and peace. But no. In your simpleminded view of me, you have decided that I can’t possibly be honest, I am obviously too vain to be humble and I certainly must be a hypocrite. Because I quote scripture even though I enjoy sex with my husband, I must not possess virtue. Because I minister to children but when I’m very angry at home I cuss, I must have no morals. Because I go to church every Sunday even though I had a margarita Saturday night, my actions belie my beliefs. And of course you’re right. Because you’re right about so many things, aren’t you? You know my heart, don’t you? You know my fears and my weaknesses and my nightmares, and you  know my joys and my strengths and my dreams. You are the perfect person to pass judgment on me, aren’t you? What’s that? Maybe not? Hmmm, imagine that.

So I pray about it. God, I am so ANGRY right now! I want to fight back, I want to yell and scream and make my point and I am right and I want everyone to know it! What do I do? A soft answer turns away wrath. NO! I don’t want to turn away wrath I want to fight back! Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness. But that’s not fair! They’re saying mean things about me and I want to stop them! Don’t you hear me, God? I want to fight! Remember, your struggle is not against flesh and blood but against spiritual forces of evil. Well crap. You’re right. So now what? Be strong in the Lord, in Me, and in My mighty power. Pray in the Spirit, on ALL occasions and with all kinds of requests. Oh all right. But I don’t like it. It doesn’t seem wise to me, pray for those who are causing me grief? Have you forgotten Paul? Go back and read Philippians 1   27Whatever happens, conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ. Then, whether I come and see you or only hear about you in my absence, I will know that you stand firm in one spirit, contending as one man for the faith of the gospel 28without being frightened in any way by those who oppose you. This is a sign to them that they will be destroyed, but that you will be saved—and that by God. 29For it has been granted to you on behalf of Christ not only to believe on him, but also to suffer for him, 30since you are going through the same struggle you saw I had, and now hear that I still have. Oh yeah. I remember now. But God, I don’t want to! I didn’t ask if you wanted to, I said do it. Bless those who persecute you. Pray for those who do wrong against you. Love your neighbor as yourself. Be salt to My earth. Forgive those who hurt you. Shine My light to everyone you meet. But God it’s just so hard! Yeah? Well? Tell me where you read ‘take up your cotton candy and follow Me’. You want hard? Try loving liberals. You don’t KNOW hard. Oh all right. I’ll obey You. I don’t like it, but I’ll do it. Yeah, and our next discussion is going to be “everything you do do it as unto Me”. Oh. Right. Ok. God, please help me to have a willing spirit as I pray for them and please bless their lives and their families and show them Your love. And help me to overcome my mean streak.  I know you have a mean streak. Remember that verse I gave you all those years ago? It still applies. I’ve said it over and over again. It is Mine to avenge. In due time their foot will slip. The Lord is a God of retribution, I will repay in full.  And keep in mind, too, that no one else’s opinion matters at all. I will judge you according to your practices. That is all you need to know.  I love you, I will protect you, I will provide for you. Obey Me. Ok, God. I love you, too. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for blessing me. Amen.

Oh all right, I give up….

March 22nd, 2010

So the first of March I had a friend start a 90 day health challenge. I think he was actually doing the P90X exercise series. I said I was up for the challenge, and if I’m completely honest, I knew I was lying when I said it. I’m really good for about three days. And that’s fine because my CrossFit workout cycle is three days of work, one day of rest. Except that my personal workout cycle tends to be three days of work, one week of rest. Oh well. At least I’m doing something, right? Actually, I’ve just signed up for a “duathlon”, running and biking.  It’s in 2 months.  It will be my first official contest.  Well see how it goes.

So it’s been a really weird day in my world today.  I thought I had a doctor’s appointment this morning, my doctor is about an hour away.  I thought my appointment was at 9:30 so we all got up a little early, we all rushed around, and finally got out the door.   I dropped the kids off as school, took the special order thing into the school office, came back and finished getting ready and flew to Ann Arbor for my appointment.  When I checked in, she said “I don’t have you on the schedule for today.”  Crap. My appointment wasn’t until NEXT Monday.  But God is good and my doctor had an opening for right then.  Cool. Got done there and came home only to get the call from school that Jack was crying with  bad headache.  So I went and picked him up and before we could get home he was throwing up.  I’m not sure what is causing his headaches, he has them every once in a while.  He’ll cry when it gets very bad then he’ll throw up. Then he’ll sleep for a while then he’ll be fine. This all happens in a matter of a few hours, they never last very long. I’m thinking it must either be changes in the atmospheric pressure or something he’s eating.  I’ve started keeping a log of them.

Then tonight I was cooking dinner.  Enchiladas and re-fried beans.  I got out the pot to heat the beans.  I got out the can of beans.  I got out the can opener.  It seemed like the opener wasn’t fitting on the can just right so I used a lot of force on it.  So I cranked with all my strength and tried like hell to open…..the edge of the pot. Duh.  Just color me blond today.

Ah well, it’s late. I’m tired. But best of all, I’m forgiven. Ya’ll should try it sometime.

More later,  love ya’ll!


Day 4

March 5th, 2010

Thursday March 4, 2010

Another wash today. No exercise but eating was ok. Getting a cold and my throat hurt all day. Did dishes, though, does that count?

Day 3

March 3rd, 2010

Wednesday March 3, 2010

1 mile run/walk

CrossFit WOD Shoulder Press 3-3-3-3-3-3-3


Failed after 5th round, last 2 rounds were push press.

Eating wasn’t terrible, but still wasn’t Zone all day. Crap, forgot my evening meds. And as excited as I was to make the Pose connection with my running, my calves are still screaming. I had no idea it was going to be so different. And the guy that told me I was weird after my rowing/head bobbing workout said I ran weird too. I may just have to kick his ass and get it over with.  I’m going to have to have a talk with the head trainer, too.  CrossFit stuff is not as much about show as it is about function.  And really. Is there any reason at all to have 5 benches lined up in a row? Completely separate from the bench press thingy? I need room more than I need to lay on a bench. And we’ve got all these huge muscle builder guys who grunt and sweat and strut around in t-shirts cut into strips but when I move things around to do an actual functional workout, they look at me like I’m from another planet. Necks as big as tree trunks, pounding the protein shakes, and not a single one of them can bend and touch his toes.  Ah well. My only real complaint is that I don’t have enough room to do the type of things I need to do. I’ll talk to Kevin tomorrow.

I kept the kids up late tonight, I’m hoping they’ll sleep later tomorrow since they’re out of school. Oh, I need to make sure I turn Sarah’s alarm clock off then. Ok, I’m off. Tomorrow’s a CF rest day so I’m gonna catch up on my running. Joy.