Storking...
Okay, so me and 
eastfarthinghad WAY too much fun last night. Hence storking. I'm never gonna talk about sex around my kids. But I might talk about storking... Questions? Don't ask. It's not worth it. In the middle of the night when I should have been asleep to make it to work by 5:30AM, instead, I was up with her in the living room. It was funny. Then she made me feel like douche, so... I'm a douche.
I wanted to be at work at 0530. I got here and clocked in at straight up 0600. That's not bad, considering I went to bed after 0100, and I did *NOT* want to get up. It's been a really slow day as far as work is concerned. I have an hour and 15 minutes left. The cute physical therapy guy just walked by and talked to me. Hm. ;)
Type your cut contents here.
I've been contemplating getting a piercing... but I don't know where. I'm not gonna get the belly button. Or the nipples. I've been contemplating my lip or my tongue, but I'm not sure on them either. Maybe just a simple cartilidge piercing in my ear. I don't know. I'm just itching for something. My small tiny chance to be rebellious, as much as I dare.
This past week or so has been ,overall, uneventful, really. I'm never happy with the decisions that have to be made and carried out sometimes, but sometimes in life, we must do what we hate to be one whom we can love. And I don't love the "myself" I've become, right now, but I'm working on that too.
I've worked out for 3 days straight so far this week, and today will make 4, when I go work out after work. I've done between 30 minutes to an hour on the elliptical, which is major for me because I *hate* cardio. But I'm liking the elliptical. And then yesterday I went back to dabbling in my weights. I'm trying not to get back into the weights heavy because I want to lose weight before I start building my "powerlifting" muscles back. My goal is 150 lbs by sometime this fall. We'll see how far I get. It's felt AMAZING, though, to get back into the gym. I'm such an endorphin junkie, it's been great. And the sweating really helps your skin. And I'm starting to eat right again, or better than I was. I'm pretty much only drinking water and sprite (occassionally) and sports drinks now. My body is actually flushing a lot o' junk out the system right now, so my head hurts and I'm bloated. But after I work out, it'll be better. I'm on my 3rd 16.9 oz bottle of water for the day, since 6AM. I'm doing good. But I feel waterlogged and bloated. My renal system is yet to catch up with my H20 intake. It will happen. Enough about my fourth (or fifth) love of the gym and endorphins.
Though endorphins can probably be listed as one of my top 3 loves... maybe 4. Hmm... I'll make a list of my loves later and see where it falls.
so.... I think that's it for now! I'm out to daydream about storking some more and think about what all I need to do before I leave for Baton Rouge on the 20th. I've got to have everything together by then because I've got 3 weeks jam packed of stuff to do once the 19th comes. I'm off to make lists...
Lists make me happy...
m_g
eastfarthinghad WAY too much fun last night. Hence storking. I'm never gonna talk about sex around my kids. But I might talk about storking... Questions? Don't ask. It's not worth it. In the middle of the night when I should have been asleep to make it to work by 5:30AM, instead, I was up with her in the living room. It was funny. Then she made me feel like douche, so... I'm a douche.
I wanted to be at work at 0530. I got here and clocked in at straight up 0600. That's not bad, considering I went to bed after 0100, and I did *NOT* want to get up. It's been a really slow day as far as work is concerned. I have an hour and 15 minutes left. The cute physical therapy guy just walked by and talked to me. Hm. ;)
Type your cut contents here.
I've been contemplating getting a piercing... but I don't know where. I'm not gonna get the belly button. Or the nipples. I've been contemplating my lip or my tongue, but I'm not sure on them either. Maybe just a simple cartilidge piercing in my ear. I don't know. I'm just itching for something. My small tiny chance to be rebellious, as much as I dare.
This past week or so has been ,overall, uneventful, really. I'm never happy with the decisions that have to be made and carried out sometimes, but sometimes in life, we must do what we hate to be one whom we can love. And I don't love the "myself" I've become, right now, but I'm working on that too.
I've worked out for 3 days straight so far this week, and today will make 4, when I go work out after work. I've done between 30 minutes to an hour on the elliptical, which is major for me because I *hate* cardio. But I'm liking the elliptical. And then yesterday I went back to dabbling in my weights. I'm trying not to get back into the weights heavy because I want to lose weight before I start building my "powerlifting" muscles back. My goal is 150 lbs by sometime this fall. We'll see how far I get. It's felt AMAZING, though, to get back into the gym. I'm such an endorphin junkie, it's been great. And the sweating really helps your skin. And I'm starting to eat right again, or better than I was. I'm pretty much only drinking water and sprite (occassionally) and sports drinks now. My body is actually flushing a lot o' junk out the system right now, so my head hurts and I'm bloated. But after I work out, it'll be better. I'm on my 3rd 16.9 oz bottle of water for the day, since 6AM. I'm doing good. But I feel waterlogged and bloated. My renal system is yet to catch up with my H20 intake. It will happen. Enough about my fourth (or fifth) love of the gym and endorphins.
Though endorphins can probably be listed as one of my top 3 loves... maybe 4. Hmm... I'll make a list of my loves later and see where it falls.
so.... I think that's it for now! I'm out to daydream about storking some more and think about what all I need to do before I leave for Baton Rouge on the 20th. I've got to have everything together by then because I've got 3 weeks jam packed of stuff to do once the 19th comes. I'm off to make lists...
Lists make me happy...
m_g