Everyday, I think if pulling the plug on this blog, but I just can’t do it. It’s ALWAYS been here. I’ve blogged for 10 years. I try to get my mojo going, but I just can’t find it. So, it will just have to remain that I come here when I have something to say. AND, I have something to say now

This – NROLFW

As I told you guys about a month ago I was restarting Stage 1 of NROLFW. Why was I restarting it? Because I’m not the brightest crayon in the box and TOTALLY read it wrong. I didn’t do stage 1 properly.

I’ve been shooting to lift 3 times a week, but it seems that life (or running) always gets in the way and I lift twice. So, it’s taking me a REALLY long time to get through Stage 1.

I’m starting the second half this week. I will now be doing 3 x 10 reps of all these exercises that I hate. Which ones do I hate the most?

I never do that lat pull down thing. There is always some muscle head on that machine. I despise deadlifts and I’m terrified of doing my squats in the squat rack. BUT, I’m going to have to because I’m lifting heavy enough that I can no longer use dumbbells. Go me?

Am I seeing results? Yes and no. My fat percentge went DOWN 5 percentage points from 36.?% to 31.?%. (I’m too lazy and cold to go look it up.

BUT, my weight went up and I swear my clothes are fitting tighter.

I will happily admit that this is ALL my fault. I have been eating all the food and thing it’s appropriate to refuel with a bottle of wine. Whoops. My bad!

Tighter diet is in effect.

That – I Deleted FaceBook

At the beginning of the year – after viewing a million baby photos, messages to husbands as status’, and just getting sick of the fuckery – I killed FB.

And it was the best thing I’ve done this year. (I know we’re only in February, but whatever!)

I don’t miss it. There has not been a day that’s gone by where I wondered what the fuck is going on in FB. And…my real friends still contact me. Who knew?

Other -Dumb Bitch Next Door (Cruella for short) Moved Out

The horrible bitch next door that has made my life miserable since I got Willow has moved out! She cites the reason as being Willow’s incessant barking. What she didn’t know is that my landlord lives on premises and said Willow is quiet as a mouse now.

Willow and I made sure to wave good bye to her as she was packing up her sad pods all by herself.

Good riddance to bad rubbish!

With that, I’m off to eat some breakfast and get to work. Note: I do NOT want to go to  work. That is a whole other string of posts.

The first time I heard Birth of the Cool, it kind of sorta blew my itty bitty mind. What many of you probably don’t know is that I’m a HUGE music lover. I’m kind of a snob. Not in that indie, hipster – I heard it first way. No. In that, holy shit that is good music and I love it. Even if I find it way, way behind everyone else.

While I generally listen to hip hop (not bs radio shit. HIP HOP), I also have everything by Johnny Cash, love the White Stripes, am a huge Bjork fan (she can do no wrong!), and want to learn to play bass like Kim Deal.

BUT, ages ago I heard The Birth of the Cool. It was the most complex music I had ever heard. I didn’t understand why it was called the Birth of the Cool until I started researching. In short, and because jazz is boring to many, Davis created a whole new fucking sound. That just blows my mind.

Now…you might be wondering why my ass is thinking about Davis’ album at this point in my life.

Well, every night for the past month or so I’ve dreamed I’m either pregnant, having a baby, had a baby, or am getting married because of my pregnancy. (Oddly my husband is Daryl from the Walking Dead.)

I am NOT one of those new age bitches, but I think that your brain works things out while you’re asleep.

I’m in the midst of a HUGE rebirth and it is about time. In the past month I’ve:

• Been lifting weights faithfully
• Worked on my diet
• Cut the drinking
• Realized that my job is shit and NO one should be treated the way I’m treated
• Acceped the fact that not ALL of us are meant to be married and move to the suburbs (I NEVER wanted that, but I went to therapy to figure out WHY I don’t want that. WTF?!?!?!)
• Realized I’m ridiculously scared of taking risk and change. That risk of fear and change keeps me in this same shitty (I’m lying..it’s nice, but not ideal) apartment, job, and city

So, I’m here to PUSH this birth. It will most likely not be a birth as HUGE as Miles Davis’ Birth of the Cool, but it might be smaller. Maybe we’ll call it the ReBirth of GeekGirl.

Yeah. I like that.

2013…My Year of Change!!!

My thoughts exactly, Mrs. Obama.

Things are going well here. Or as well as I can hope. I’ll have a full post once I stop staring at this bitchin’ ass gif.

Werk, Michelle. WERK!!!

Otherwise, 2012 was just there. I’m sure I’ll forget it in another week or so.

So, what does 2013 have in store? Another big fat who gives a shit?

Ok, so I’m lying. I started New Rules of Lifting for Women a couple of weeks ago and am really, really liking lifting. I’ve never really followed a lifting plan or anything so it’s all very new to me. (Note – I restarted Stage 1 this week because I read the plan way wrong and didn’t realize I was supposed to be doing each “level” or whatever twice. I was wondering why I was whizzing through it while everyone else talked about how long/boring stage 1 is.)

I also rejoined Weight Watchers. It really works for me when I’m actually remembering to count points and not saying, “Fuck it. I’m drinking all the booze in the house and eating a full pan of lasagna with it.”

I am also running with El Diablo. That’s what I call Willow. I’m telling you people she is a drunken, possessed beagle. That bitch is always drunk. The other day she was trying to drink a random Four Loco in someone’s yard. (My neighborhood is classy like that.)

So, I’m hopefully truly getting in shape this year. I hope so, because I miss dressing like a slut. Seriously. As someone that  has never been heavy (and quite honestly, no one would say I’m heavy now either. I’m well within normal weight…for chicks that don’t like to dress like sluts) I don’t understand what the hell to wear. Is this a Florida thing? Do we just like to dress slutty? Help!

Also, in the coming months I will likely be moving. I have lived in the same illegal apartment for almost 6-7 years. It’s a great place, but I need more space, privacy, and a change of scenery. More deets on that as the plan comes to fruition. Please note that wherever I will be moving will likely be a shack. But, it will be partially my shack!

There are other things hopefully happening, that can’t be announced in a public forum. The minute they can be you’ll be the first to know. (No. I’m not knocked up, getting married, or anything so boring.)

How’s 2013 looking for you?

I’m trying to squeeze in runs and some weights. Things are still difficult since Ms. Willow still thinks that I should always and forever hang with her. She’s getting FAR better but there is still a whole lot of work to do.

Otherwise, things are status quo up in here.

What are you guys up to?

AND…my fave:

Waking up this morning and hearing that Akin, Mourdock, and West all lost their seats made me do this:

Hearing that gays can get married in 2 more states I did this:

And learning that people in Colorado and Washington could recreationally smoke weed? I did this:

Y’all done good!

Well, it turns out that Willow is not just a bratty, little pup. She actually has real separation anxiety. I finally discussed it with her doc and she is on drugs.

My landlord said that Willow no longer barks, or if she does it’s just for a minute or two then she calms the fuck down. What does this mean for me?

It means that I can run after work. Directly from the office. She’s already settled, so I can sneak up to 2 hours of run/gym/grocery time.

I HATE running in the evening, but whatever. You do what you gotta do.

So, here it is y’all:

2.1 miles | 23ish minutes (Too lazy to grab my Garmin)

Hurt like hell, but it felt soooooooo good to be out there. I’ve truly missed running. Never thought I’d say that.

So, why so quiet? Because there is not very much going on here.

I continue to work on Willow’s separation issues. The vet has prescribed what is basically puppy prozac. I’m happy to say that I am seeing HUGE improvements. Finally.

I am now able to run after work. It’s nice and cool so it’s not too bad. I miss running in the morning, but until Willow stops barking when I leave the house that is just not in the cards. I’m running whenever I can basically.

Otherwise, things here are static quo. I’m going to try to post daily through November, so get ready for some mundane shit like, discussing my mediocre running. It’s all about getting back in the habit, righht? Right.

What are y’all up to?

She is a beagle named Willow. I got her at 6 months old after she had already been surrendered. I think her name was Lola with her old family. She might have been a showgirl.

Weird side note: I was a HUGE Barry Manilow fan growing up. I had a t-shirt that I found at Goodwill that my mom hated. It mysteriously disappeared.

The first month or so was ok with Willow. Then she started destroying everything she touched. Here are some of the things that she has destroyed:

1. My prescription glasses.
2. My Ray Bans.
3. Numerous shoes.
4. 3 beds and a pad for her crate.
5. More pairs of undies than I can count.
6. The legs of my furniture.
7. MY FRONT DOOR.
8. My blinds.
9. The pulls on my blinds.
10. Lots of books.
11. Umbrellas.
12. Lotion bottles.
13. Socks.
14. Wires

The list goes on and on, but you get the idea. Life here is hard with this pup. The first few months, I cried a few times a week. She was completely overwhelming.

She also developed a drinking problem:

About a month ago, I found out that Willow barks all day in my absence. I was kind of aware of her barking. She would bark the entirety of my run. (This is honestly, why I have not run or worked out in over month. More deets on this later.)

Though I replied in a nasty manner, I bought devices to keep Willow from barking and got a trainer.

The cops still came a couple of weeks ago. Good thing Willow looks like this:

I got  a trainer for my little girl and was told to do the following:

• Run her for 2 hours everyday
• Feed her in her crate
• Ignore her when she barks or is bad
• Buy a Flirt Pole
• Get her lavender
• Get a bigger crate….I did. Look!:

There are other items, but that is the bulk of it.

I’ve been working on those items, but many of the products I was told to buy were not available in stores so I’m waiting on them. Most were really cheap on EBay.

So, imagine how shitty I felt when I came home today to find another note about how AWFUL Willow is? She is still barking.

I was freaking out earlier, but my mom and dad insured that we will work through this or move. Also, my landlord is on my side. He thinks it’s my nasty neighbor complaining.

Bottom line – I DO NOT WANT WILLOW BARKING. I just wish I had the time to implement what we have learned.

Sigh…

I know my parents think differently, but if this continues I will have to get rid of Willow. How can I part with this?:

Yes…that is a chewed up notebook beside her.

What I came here to yap about is how my neighbor did this:

Sorry for the quality of the picture. It’s hard to focus when you are feeling RAGE.

Now, look. I understand that there are people that are Romney supporters. I see the signs in the yard and don’t really think too much about it. To each their own. Plus it makes it far easier for me to judge. I like to judge.

If you don’t understand why hanging a fucking chair in effigy that obviously represents our black president is racist…honestly I just don’t have words.

To find this in my own neighborhood where I am clearly a minority is not only disheartening. It’s fucking scary.

I have lived in thie neighborhood for bout 8 years. I lived here when it was all crackheads, gay hustlers, artists, musicians, etc. This neighborhood used to fucking rock! Sure it was a little dicey but it was diverse and interesting.

Over the years I’ve watched the neighborhood become gentrified. I’ve also found myself being a minority in the neighborhood that I helped create. That I helped add the fun and quirkiness too.

The neighborhood is still very, very gay but I see the changing of the tides. Not just here. Everywhere. There is a hostility that is setting in.

These people can pretend that they’re not upset because they have a black president, but I know what time it is. It’s time to start calling these assholes out on their bigotry. I’m sick of it. I’m over it.

Oh, you the think the president is a Muslim? I’m going to call you an idiot. You think he isn’t an American citizen, is a socialist, is the second coming of satan or whatever? YOU’RE AN IDIOT!

I’m tired of pretending that everything is ok. It’s not. It’s time to start making these people feel like the true assholes, bigots, and idiots that they are.

Oh and to the people with this in their yard that saw me taking the picture…FUCK YOU!