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This was an intense week: I organized our in-service, did my NFPT exam, and applied to Bombshell Fitness. Haven't heard back from the Bombshell people yet, and I am in agony: What if they reject me? I need a trainer, and I need one bad. I'm really anxious about it. -
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If our business isn't successful and I have to keep working for years and years and years at the bus office I will seriously do something drastic, like, I don't know. Neglect my filing? Yeah, that'll larn 'em ( Read more... ) -
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I am so fucking angry with the hotel that I could spit ( Read more... ) -
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I was mowing the lawn today and a wasp stung me on my face and now I feel really sick and weepy and I don't like it and it's not my best day ever.
I want to go to bed and not wake up for a week or three. -
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Gah I am so bloody tired ( Read more... ) -
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Today is the last day of the fair. Thank jebus, because I don't think I could take much more. So today will include a hella workout, taking the kids to the fair several times including watching the fireworks, and, if Ron has his way we'll also do some more painting but I say nertz to that because I've been working non-stop since I went on ( Read more... ) -
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For the first 4 days of my holiday Ron and I painted our nasty green basemen and whipped it into something close to a space where people will want to workout ( Read more... ) -
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I has 3 more hours and then I'm off for two weeks. SQUEE ( Read more... )
