I don't subscribe to any organized religion and the only time I find myself in a church is for a wedding or a funeral. The last couple of days however, I have been listening to snippets of Joel Osteen's radio broadcast. His words can be inspirational even for a heathen like myself. Joel's message seems similar to the law of attraction but with biblical references thrown in. I can almost relate.
Today's talk was about not holding on to anger and bitterness. In order to move forward in life, we can't be carrying around excess emotional baggage. That makes sense to me. Tell me more Joel!
Somebody cut you off on your commute? Drop it, leave it, let it go says Joel. Got your knickers in a twist about something that happened at work? Drop it, leave it, let it go. A friend of yours voted for Trump? Drop it, leave it, let it go. (That last one is my example and personal challenge of late.)
With Joel's sermon fresh on my mind, I pulled into the driveway and walked through the door. The dogs ran over to greet me in their usual manner. And because they missed me so much, they left me a present on the kitchen floor. In order to destroy the evidence, one of our clever little ones walked over to the Yorkie cigar and moved in for a bite. Suddenly the words that had been floating around in my head were now audible. "Drop it, leave it, let it go!"
It worked. Thank you Joel. I may be tuning in more often.
First post of 2017. Frankly, between a stressful 2016 and a bumpy start to 2017 I haven't felt funny. That is, until I wore my new spinning tights for the first time.
Normally I wear a loose fitting style of capri pants with a removable pad that snaps in place. I love them except for the fact that they are not very aerodynamic (because I spin like the wind) and they sometimes twist up a bit. Other than that, I am very comfortable wearing them, both physically and emotionally. I 💜 them.
Cycling tights are interesting. First of all, they are form fitting like no other piece of clothing I have ever worn. My soft butch perpetual weekend look does not include anything that hugs my body. The tights make me a bit self conscious, a feeling that is multiplied by going commando while wearing them. I walk in such as way so that no one can see my backside. Awkward. I look as though I am line dancing my way to the cycling room.
Second, they have a built in pad. It sort of feels like wearing an adult diaper. Good practice for when I am in the nursing home. Instead of a visible panty line, I now have a bulge protruding from my backside and crotch. The good part is that it prevents any trace of my anatomy from showing. The bad part is it creates a visual that could be disturbing.
Now the real test. They feel great while sitting on the bike. The pad is a bit bigger than I am used to but it does the trick. I'm thinking a few more adjustments and a built in battery pack and I'm ready to debut a new type of lady workout pants on Shark Tank. More bang for you buck so to speak.
Perhaps my next purchase will be a pair of cycling shoes so I can clip myself to the pedals, locking myself to the bike until such time when the class ends and I can be rescued by the instructor. Like the wind!
There are so many things for which to be thankful for today. And one thing for which I and so many others are not. If you are still struggling with the results of this past election, here are few things that may help ease your pain.
Meditate: Take some time for you. Find a quiet space, close your eyes, and breath deeply.
Exercise: Join a gym, go for a walk, move your body. Release that stress! Run as far as you can without stopping, perhaps all the way to Canada.
Get back to nature: Hike the great outdoors. Find two sticks, about 5 inches in length. Now whittle the ends of those sticks into a nice sharp point and push them hard into your ear canal. Ahh...relief from the pain of the past few weeks.
Take up a new hobby such as wine tasting. Buy yourself 7 cases of mixed varieties. Make notes on your favorites. After the weekend, when you have depleted your stock, head back to the liquor store for 7 more cases and perhaps a wheel of cheese or two.
Read a good book. My new favorites include "50 Turds A Day - Messages From The New Administration", and "Orange Is The New Hack", and "The Fart of The Steal - The Day America Lost Its Soul".
Wishing you all a very happy, safe, and fun filled holiday.
I have these soft, slightly furry, white balls that make a heck of a lot of noise when they bounce around. They create this banging sound whenever they bump against something. And when they are in use they get hot, very hot. The pouch I store them in is a little flimsy, but it does the trick. Keeps them from rolling around too much and getting away from me.
For those interested, I have posted a picture of them below:
Ok - now get your minds out of the gutter and carry on. Really people.
In the early post dawn hours, when you think all your neighbors are still in bed, what do you wear to bring out the trash on trash day?
How far will you go? Will you venture down the driveway in your pajamas? In your bathrobe?
Here was my garbage chic inspired outfit for this morning:
So CJ. Who are you wearing? I'm wearing my own design, one that accentuates the incredible bed head I woke up with this morning.
Black slip on shoes, the pair I typically wear to work, accented with red M&M boxers, a flannel shirt (Walmart's best), and a Seahawks* football t-shirt combined beautifully to create this amazing ensemble.
Neighbors - you are welcome. You all now realize just how good you look today.
For added bonus trashy girl points, we are giving away this gently used suitcase which is your for the taking at the end of the driveway.
*I am totally a Patriot's fan but on a recent trip to Seattle, we picked up Seahawks t's as we needed something to sleep in. Tommy I'm sorry.
Here's an interesting texting typo I created last week:
And if airline seats get any smaller, I can see this being an actual problem. Can you imagine? I'm sorry ma'am, but there is no way both of you can seat in one seat. You will have to purchase an additional ticket for "her".
What would happen then? Would she want the window or middle seat? That's assuming she would even want to sit next to me. I mean, we are together 24/7 so she may want a little alone time, out in the open air, where she is free of any restraint.
And what if she is chatty, flapping her lips the whole time? I'm not a big talker when I travel, preferring instead to bury my head in a magazine so I can take my mind off the flight and enjoy my Ativan.
I imagine the conversation going as such:
She: I hate that bike seat at spin class. You have no idea what it's like.
Me: Spin class is only 50 minutes. You can handle it. I bought you padded shorts. Those weren't
cheap you know.
She: What do you think of this look? [points to picture from a glamour magazine]
Me: Absolutely not. No pompadours. I don't care how popular they are. Why did you hit the call
She: I 'm cold. I want a blanket and a snack. Maybe some cheese and crackers and a glass of wine.
Me: No wine! You know how you get after a few drinks.
She: Zip it. You're not the boss of me.
Me: You zip it!
She: Ok, you asked for it.
Me: I was only kidding! Wait!
Lesson learned. Always board the plane in time to make room for your carry-on, whatever that may be.