This, that and another thing
First of all, Matt is sporting a mu-stache (as he likes it to be pronounced) from a work place contest as to who could sport the best one and he won’t let me talk about it. But I have to respect the ‘stache.
Honestly, I can’t take him seriously with that thing on his face. He looks like a cross between a 70’s porn star and a pedophile.
It goes away at the end of the week. (You have no idea how much this eating me up not being able to say more about this.)
I’ll supplement that with this fancy flow chart a friend of mine posted on Facebook. I’ve always kind of identified myself as a drifter when it comes to religion. I believe that there is a great being out there that’s pretty rad but I also think being reincarnated would be cool, possibly because I identify myself so much with having lived during the ’40s. Plus, I don’t like being told what to believe. I use the church of common sense and stick to it. I’m not out killing people and I love life and I love me some Jesus. End of story. Here’s the photo:
So when I follow the flow chart I’m either a Buddhist or a Jew. That solves a lot of problems for me, whereas it also creates a bunch.
Sorry, Catholics. You can’t identify. Sad panda.
While at Body Pump, two interesting things happened. One – my instructor randomly told me that I was sweet and that I made it fun for her to teach and then I noticed while doing lunges that, yes, while my butt only fits into two pairs of jeans anymore (see previous post) it looks might fine. And for a split second I considered taking a photo and posting it. Maybe next week, Bluz.
Next, JESSICA IS VISITING! JESSICA IS VISITING! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD (or Buddha as it seems,) JESSICA IS VISITING! June can’t come soon enough. For one, it’s effing cold out. 26 degrees, Universe? Tell that to my three kids in puffy coats and limited mobility. Also, because I get to finally see my dear friend again. As we just discussed this evening, we’re pretty much sisters. Why? Because she was telling me, “Who cuts off a chunk of their finger while using a peeler? This girl,” to which I responded with “OMG, I totally did the same thing just last week!” We even bled through the same amount of bandaids, albeit that mine were Dora bandaids and hers were just generic, that’s neither here nor there. Point is, FREAKY.
Matt’s simply happy Jess is visiting because she’s bringing Mark (and of course Miss Sarah) but Mark. And Mark is XY. Testosterone. He’s seriously lacking in these parts as he’s outnumbered by not just me, Claire and Mae – but Sadie-dog, Boscoe the cat and Lila Monster. That’s a whole lotta angst. God Bless him.
Lastly, it’s January 4th and I’ve already registered for a half marathon, a full marathon and two 10Ks. My brain is all, “Yay! Yay! This is going to be great!” and I’m pretty sure my legs and lower back are all in denial.
Woo! This is going to be a pretty fantastic 2012! Races! Marathons! Jessica! Testosterone!