Kickball Update

Read this : Nice.

I can never sum up an evening better than Snippy.

We are making friends in the funniest ways with this kickball thing. I couldn’t be happier that we did it. Every game goes by pretty quickly, but the Happy Hours go on and on. Makes sense to me.

That and, yes, since I have no job having something to actually do once a week is nice too.

inappropriate!

Austin Has A Chinatown

I apparently am the only one that didn’t know this…don’t know why I’m even telling y’all.

They are having a “Grand Opening Celebration” this weekend…

Chinatown

MK informs me that is where one goes in high school to buy alcohol and they just say “you 21?” and then give it to you. Would have been good to know, 4 years ago…

chinatown
http://www.theschoolbell.com

Where I Live

These are the things the Gables does with all that money I throw at them in rent:

(if you don’t know me, by “I”, I mean the man I’m married to that pays the bills)

  • Miscalculate their books
  • Make me pay for water
  • Not fix things on time when I ask
  • Hold my packages 4 months before giving me notice
  • Pay someone too old to work to be our “Security Guard”
  • The Poop Patrol. Seriously, they PAY people to clean up after the animals of the idiots here that won’t clean up after their own animals.

gables
http://www.bestapartmentsinaustin.com

Since I don’t have a dog, or lay on the grass around here, I think this is the biggest waste of money on the earth. I’ve seen places that have happy hours. COMPLIMENTARY ones. There’s a thought.

Austin Bloggers Pub

I met this guy (on the internet) and I paid him ($35,000)* and the result?

I’m on Austin Bloggers Pub!!!!!!!!!!!!

What that means to you: Yes, you should click the link and check it out.

Yes, you should still come here so that I increase my hit count.

Yes, you should be prepared for the post in the very near future when he fires me from something I don’t even think you CAN get fired from…

Yes, you are EXCITED.

cheerleader cat
http://www.homepages.nildram.co.uk

*no, I didn’t REALLY pay him, and I don’t have any money to loan you.

How About A Song?

Well, considering that we’ve seen my friendly advice is all but worthless

(aka I SUCK AT THAT), from now on, I’ll use emo boy band lyrics to try to help:

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along

So a day when you’ve lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

(In case of confusion… this is to imply you are awesomely strong and will be ok in light of recent bad news and I love you.)

all american rejects cover
http://www.lyred.com

November

As you may have heard- or read – me mention, I’m going to compete (technically, not a competition) in National Novel Writing Month. Little would you know from reading this travesty of a blog, in my dreams I am a published author. So, what better way to get the creative juices flowing then a contest (non-competitive though it is) that challenges me to just simply finish 50,000 words of something that doesn’t even have to be good, or get published?

I know, you’re thrilled. Coming soon: A month of blogging about writer’s block. It’s getting closer…

Anyone want to join me?

writing journal and pen
http://www.flickr.com

Calendar Of Depression

I have a calendar reserved just for this purpose: I record the good, the bad, and the ugly. C = cardio, W = weights, and D = drinking (yes even one drink).

I started working out maybe in March ’06, before the wedding to try and get a little toned up for my backless dress. MK got me the best personal trainer ever, and I did three days a week with her and tried to also get a day or two of cardio in. After the wedding in May, I really wanted to keep up with it and become a woman of physical prowess…but it was tough with work being so stressful.

We cut back on the drinking big time, which I was hoping would lose me 20 lbs., but that didn’t happen. In fact, all the muscles did was make me depressed that I’m GAINING weight each time I get on a scale, so I threw the scale out the window. Now, since I don’t have to jump into a monkey suit each morning, I’m going to be working it.

My goals are a MINIMUM of 1 hour of cardio each day I make it to the gym, going for at LEAST every other week day. I’ll be no doubt changing it up in the future and posting each month what worked and what didn’t.

My debate now is if kickball actually counts as any exercise (I’d like to just at least not have to put the “D” up there…)

And chances are good, if you see me, from now on it’ll be in gym shorts!

get beefy
http://www.plumpatrin.com

Sweet Dreams

Yet another great thing about the lack of a job: No Monday mornings.

When MK and I were first dating, he introduced me to Musical Starstreams. It’s a radio program on 107.1 KGSR on Sunday nights from 10-12. Downtempo electronica and stuff. Fast forward to being married and working. MK always wants to listen to this in the new theater room, all the lights off, pillows, etc. Problem was, I’d fall asleep, wake up at 2 am and be a mess all Monday at work from being tired.

Now, without a care in the world, I was able to stay up with him. It was very sweet.

musical starstreams
http://www.mysticalsun.com