They're... behaving?
Mind, I still don't understand why they felt it was necessary to show up on Friday night at ten o'clock when they didn't even go shopping today. Who does that? Yeah, I'm gonna go somewhere with the intention fo doing something and then not do it. My mom went to visit Gramma. What the honest-to-god fuck?!
But they were behaving. I'm serious. I slept without being interrupted, and at first I thought it was just because I was that tired and slept through whatever noise they were making (I'm pretty sure I did, they're early risers for some ungodly reason. It's Saturday, stay the fuck asleep!) but, no, they were here all day. And quiet. I heard them every now and then but it wasn't the usual constant NOISE they make. It was weird.
Eventually, I got hungry, and the post-exercise granola bar wasn't enough, so I had to venture to the kitchen. There were a few pieces of fish left over, but not much else, so I boiled some potatoes and eggs and made a salad. I waved to my sister, who gave a short-sounding "hi," and my niece greeted me with "Hi Jazmin."
See, this is why I don't like them. She's nine. Matthew has not been dating Jazmin for nine years. There is no excuse for this. Unrelatedly, but I still find this the probable result of terrible parenting, this kid was always skinny as a twig and now she's ballooned out of nowhere (and she's nearly as tall as I am. Fucking yikes). She didn't fill out; she's getting fat. Anyway.
"Try again."
"Oh. Venus!"
"Yes."
"I always get you confused." Maybe we look alike? I don't think we do.
"I don't know how. I always wear glasses, she doesn't."
"Oh."
We'll see how well that holds up next weekend (hint: Jazmin will be the one in the white dress).
While I was washing the cutting board, my sister's husband silently came into the kitchen. Our kitchen has two entrances, and it was through the one from behind me. He didn't say a word, and I could only see him from the corner of my eye, so I didn't know what he was doing. Eventually, he threw something out, and went into the backyard to have a smoke. Silently. Completely silently. I didn't hear the door, and I didn't know he'd gone outside -- I thought he went back to the TV room -- until I smelled the smoke through the window. Fucking. Creeper.
But that's it. It's just the three of them, but they're quiet. I don't know what's going on, but I'm very suspicious and even more on guard than normal.
At the end of the first week of exercising, I'm pretty proud of myself. I tripped all over myself during dansu practice today and forgot all the steps to shit that I'm supposed to know -- really, I don't know what was going on -- so I probably didn't work as hard as I could have, but I did all five days without missing one and without complaining. Having my inspirational phrase de la semaine (as opposed to du jour because I can't think one up every day) has really helped. This week it's "Pain is weakness leaving the body," which is a saying of the US Marine Corps. When I have to rest between sets, I imagine a drill instructor over me telling me yelling at me to get the fuck back up until I get back up and start moving again (even if I need to stop). Just one look at the phrase on my whiteboard really helps to get me going. To be honest, I'm really surprised it worked! I'm going to change it for next week's workout, but it's not from the Marine Corps, so I hope it doesn't fail me. :D
Dansu's not gonna work forever, though. Eventually I'm going to need to switch up the cardio. Any suggestions? I know for certain I don't have the endurance to go for a run yet (I was always a sprinter, not a distance runner. Maybe next month) but something I can do in my bedroom is good, like jumping rope. I'm going to need exercises to push my limits, too, once I get used to the ones I'm doing. Anyone have suggestions for things to do other than "more reps"? What are your favorite (or most ass-kickingly good for you) exercise to do?
I have no idea what lit the fire under me but I'm sure glad it did!
But they were behaving. I'm serious. I slept without being interrupted, and at first I thought it was just because I was that tired and slept through whatever noise they were making (I'm pretty sure I did, they're early risers for some ungodly reason. It's Saturday, stay the fuck asleep!) but, no, they were here all day. And quiet. I heard them every now and then but it wasn't the usual constant NOISE they make. It was weird.
Eventually, I got hungry, and the post-exercise granola bar wasn't enough, so I had to venture to the kitchen. There were a few pieces of fish left over, but not much else, so I boiled some potatoes and eggs and made a salad. I waved to my sister, who gave a short-sounding "hi," and my niece greeted me with "Hi Jazmin."
See, this is why I don't like them. She's nine. Matthew has not been dating Jazmin for nine years. There is no excuse for this. Unrelatedly, but I still find this the probable result of terrible parenting, this kid was always skinny as a twig and now she's ballooned out of nowhere (and she's nearly as tall as I am. Fucking yikes). She didn't fill out; she's getting fat. Anyway.
"Try again."
"Oh. Venus!"
"Yes."
"I always get you confused." Maybe we look alike? I don't think we do.
"I don't know how. I always wear glasses, she doesn't."
"Oh."
We'll see how well that holds up next weekend (hint: Jazmin will be the one in the white dress).
While I was washing the cutting board, my sister's husband silently came into the kitchen. Our kitchen has two entrances, and it was through the one from behind me. He didn't say a word, and I could only see him from the corner of my eye, so I didn't know what he was doing. Eventually, he threw something out, and went into the backyard to have a smoke. Silently. Completely silently. I didn't hear the door, and I didn't know he'd gone outside -- I thought he went back to the TV room -- until I smelled the smoke through the window. Fucking. Creeper.
But that's it. It's just the three of them, but they're quiet. I don't know what's going on, but I'm very suspicious and even more on guard than normal.
At the end of the first week of exercising, I'm pretty proud of myself. I tripped all over myself during dansu practice today and forgot all the steps to shit that I'm supposed to know -- really, I don't know what was going on -- so I probably didn't work as hard as I could have, but I did all five days without missing one and without complaining. Having my inspirational phrase de la semaine (as opposed to du jour because I can't think one up every day) has really helped. This week it's "Pain is weakness leaving the body," which is a saying of the US Marine Corps. When I have to rest between sets, I imagine a drill instructor over me telling me yelling at me to get the fuck back up until I get back up and start moving again (even if I need to stop). Just one look at the phrase on my whiteboard really helps to get me going. To be honest, I'm really surprised it worked! I'm going to change it for next week's workout, but it's not from the Marine Corps, so I hope it doesn't fail me. :D
Dansu's not gonna work forever, though. Eventually I'm going to need to switch up the cardio. Any suggestions? I know for certain I don't have the endurance to go for a run yet (I was always a sprinter, not a distance runner. Maybe next month) but something I can do in my bedroom is good, like jumping rope. I'm going to need exercises to push my limits, too, once I get used to the ones I'm doing. Anyone have suggestions for things to do other than "more reps"? What are your favorite (or most ass-kickingly good for you) exercise to do?
I have no idea what lit the fire under me but I'm sure glad it did!