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Ok so I couldn’t let the whole mouse in my washer thing go without vlogging it…I mean HELLO people this is good stuff…ok, gross stuff but enjoy nonetheless

You know it’s going to end badly but you just can’t look away…oh and make sure you have the sound turned up nice and loud, that’s the best part…trust me.

*POP* goes the tail
My favorite part of that video is my six year old in the background going…Chris, your in a spider web and he’s all like…what?! LOL!!

My hero

Just Gross

I will spare you all the next video of Chris digging the mouse out in pieces with a knife *shudder*…but it’s out Whoohoo! Funny thing though, even though Chris ripped the tail off the mouse and used a knife to get the mouse out in bloody bits and gutty pieces(not to mention the smell~OMG the smell…), when he went outside to hose off the thing the mouse was trapped in, he came back inside not two seconds later and said he couldn’t turn on the hose cause there was a huge spider by it…are you kidding me? lol…

Okay, okay maybe this one was worth being afraid of…

(DAMN my camera ROCKS!)

But I turned the hose on and took a picture of it cause bugs I can handle(unless they are in my hair or on my person)…dead smelly rotting rodents, not so much

Three cheers for Chris!…shoot, his dimples are worth the cheers alone…I’m just sayin

Take a wild guess at what this is…

Ya know, I may…

mow my lawn with a push mower,
take out my nasty trash,
do my dishes by hand,
scrub my toilet, and
clean gobs of hair from the sink and shower drains,

I may also…

lift weights,
punch, punch, high kick(even if I fall flat on my back making Bob laugh like a little girl),
run fast, and
sweat alot,

and I may also…

kill bugs and spiders when my kids(and Chris~lol) scream in terror,but…

I will not,
I repeat,

I WILL NOT,

be getting that dead mouse out of my washer.

This is one time this tough girl is putting her foot down and pullin the Diva card out…

I’m just sayin.

Here’s the ugh…

This diet is already getting to me. A couple of weeks ago I could have cared less about the jar of natural peanut butter in my fridge…now I’m thinking about it so much I’m dreaming about it.

ugh.

Here’s the stuff…

Okay, no more talk of suits I promise …now about the workouts…I took off all last week from lifting to give things a chance to heal and repair. I even did legs yesterday and it’s been forever since I did them cause of my right hamstring hurting so bad. But it feels great now, so I am going to try to run tomorrow morning to see if I can ef it up again.

I did shoulders yesterday and I still can’t do those friggin barbell behind the head presses, it hurts my right shoulder too much and that’s with 5lbs on each side on a SMITH MACHINE~ pathetic. It’s not even the one I dislocated, go figure. What’s weird is nothing else hurts it…not pushups, not arnold presses(which I do instead), not side cable raises, nuthin. Whatever, I give. I’m not really worried about packing on muscle anyway…I got that just need to maintain and lean out…which reminds me, I really need to throw that peanut butter away before I inhale it…it’s coming, I can feel it The whole time I’ve been typing this entry I’ve been thinking…peanut butter peanut butter peanut butter! It’s ridiculous…

and stuff.

This once a week blog thing has got to stop. Maybe if I would quit looking at suits and pretty, sparkly, mesmerizing crystals and daydreaming about designs…

Speaking of that, remember lasts Friday’s post about suits and the whole eenie meenie miney moe thing?…yeah well, I changed my mind Now I’m just waiting on some swatches to make sure the color is what I want. I’ve already picked out the crystals I want and got the design in my head and I’m really excited to try my hand at this. I e-mailed Cynthia to get a few tips to limit the whole cussing and crying that may have ensued otherwise…

Which reminds me of a story…my junior year of high school I took a sewing class and was really good. I started doing some stuff on my own and decided for Christmas I would make my grandma a teddy bear. I was a rockstar up until it came to attaching the head to the body…backwards, sideways, no neck…UGH! I attached, detached, and reattached that thing like 6 different times, all the while keeping my cool. Finally I had, had it. After my last unsuccessful attempt I burst into tears, grabbed it, walked over to the stairs and flung it down them. When I looked down to make sure it was dead, I saw my dog starring up at me and promptly demanded that he pee on it. All of a sudden someone burst out laughing…I didn’t know that my mom had been in the room. She still laughs her ass off to this day when she tells that story…and so do I. I did end up finishing it…little sad looking, but minus any dog pee. My grandma loved it and when she passed away I got it back. I love that bear, no neck and all.

Hmmmm, ya know, that got me to thinking…good thing I don’t have to actually sew my suit though.

13 weeks people!!
Oh, it’s on!…as the Joker would say…

And Here We Go

Yowzers!

I am still alive and kicking and not at all depressed I swear I only have moments of free time and instead of blogging in them lately, I have been looking at suits. So much so that I finally just closed my eyes and said eeny meeny miney moe and it’s done!

But speaking of moments and in reading several blogs and diva blogs as of late…oh and because Tony said post or else he was kicking my ass(in not so many words),…I posted in my Diva Blog.

So go on and click on the link. I promise you will only be disappointed if you don’t…

Click Here——-> Everybody Has A Story

So dance like your at home naked and the UPS man isn’t watching!

Ipod + Itunes - Let's get ready to Rumble

Whoooo, I should have started taken that liquid vitamin B12 stuff along time ago~that stuff rocks! It’s either that or I have so much Tiger Balm running thru my blood stream that I am high…whatever, I feel gooooooooood!

15 weeks out~Woot it’s on!

I so need to call Tony and leave him a message that will sound something like this…yo yo yo, I need a diet~preferably low carb because they are poison to me I tell you(I picture him laughing cause he knows what I’m talking about as he says under his breath something about how if I wouldn’t eat 40 bags of peanut m&m’s I would be fine and I’m all like huh?? what?? I don’t know what you are talking about lol)…oh, and on the workouts, my right shoulder hurts and I cannot do those bb behind the head presses and benching hurts my elbow cause it’s jacked and sprinting, no can do cause it kills my hamstring~which is also, yep you guessed it, jacked…

Then I laugh cause I so picture him "faceplanting"

So…

I think I have made a final decision about my suit(s)…waiting on one final e-mail and then I’m ordering See, this is the feeling I love…when my hormones are balanced and I’m high on B12 and tiger balm!

Now dance people! Dance like it’s your last friday to eat cheeseballs and peanut m&m’s for the next 15 weeks!…I’m so dancing

Okay, in thinking and looking into purchasing a one piece, I do know that I am just going to buy it plain and stone it myself to match my two-piece, but do I really want to be matchy matchy and get a lime green one-piece or do I want purple or HOT PINK?!

Part of me wants to be all matchy matchy, but the part of me that likes to be different screams PURPLE or HOT PINK sparkly shiny spandex! *snap&spank*

Then again, how many times have you seen a lime green one piece…exactly.

*faceplant*

Yeah, yeah, while some people are watching the news and trying to decide who they want to vote for as the next president, I’m surfing the net and having anxiety over what color I want my one-piece!

So vote, vote, vote your little hearts out and let me know what you think and just like the presidency, in the end it’s not really going to matter anyway cause I’m going to do what I want lol I kid, I kid!

See, this is way more fun then freaking out about the price of gas.

…speaking of freaking out, I was accosted in my vehicle this morning by two lesser specimens(f’n bugs!) as I was pulling out of the gym parking lot. The first tried to distract me with a dive bomb to the head while the other one came at me from the side, But with the reflexes of a jungle cat(pink squirrel, same thing) I took the first one out with a swat upside the head from my lifting journal(yeah I screamed, so) while taking the second one out with my bare hands(it was fast, like lighting). Did I mention I was also driving(okay swerving) and texting…yeah, I should be a super hero!

…speaking of super hero, what color did you all say my suit should be?!

*faceplant*

Move over Billy Blanks, Bobby Long is the new sheriff in town.(lol he is going to kill me)

This morning we did 2 rounds with 30 seconds at each station…

The stations looked like this:

Step ups on a chair with a knee up
Dips
Hanging bag kicks with back leg
Hanging bag kicks with front leg
Lateral bag jumps with rhythm
Clean & Press with a 35lb dumbbell(switching arms)
Standing bag kicks alternating legs
Bench press(bar only)
Box jumps(24 inches)
Wall crawls holding a 45 lb plate(I can’t even explain, but it blows…in a good way)
Squat jumps over a bag
Jump Rope
Punches holding a 10lb dumbbell in each hand

Now two rounds of just that above is killer, but we are talking about Bob here and he has to put what I like to call, puke add in’s, in between the stations… so the first round actually looked like this:

1st Round
Step ups on a chair with a knee up
*100 middles* (this is a crunch/clamshell thingie)
Dips
*30 pushups* (NOT on your knees girls!)
Hanging bag kicks with back leg
Hanging bag kicks with front leg
*100 each side twisting crunches*
Lateral bag jumps with rhythm
*30 pushups*
Clean & Press with a 35lb dumbbell(switching arms)
Standing bag kicks alternating legs
*100 bicycles*
Bench press(bar only)
Box jumps(24 inches)
*60 side crunches*(30 each side)
Wall crawls holding a 45 lb plate
Squat jumps over a bag
*30 pushups*
Jump Rope
*100 middles*
Punches holding a 10lb dumbbell in each hand

Not done yet folks, here’s what the second round looked like, when Bob says…since it’s the last one we got, we got to kick it up…

2nd Round
Step ups on a chair with a knee up
*jumping jacks~30 sec*
Dips
*30 pushups*
Hanging bag kicks with back leg
*squat jump touch the ceiling~30sec*
Hanging bag kicks with front leg
*20 jump ups*
Lateral bag jumps with rhythm
*get a drink*
Clean & Press with a 35lb dumbbell(switching arms)
*jump up, hit it, 5 pushups, 5 mountain climbers~that’s all one thing…do it 10 times~can you say PUKE!!!!!*
Standing bag kicks alternating legs
*get a drink*
Bench press(bar only)
*10 hit it’s~basically throwing yourself on the ground and popping back up*
Box jumps(24 inches)

We stopped there cause we ran out of time…yeah, that’s it, not because we were on the verge of death~OI VEY! I was drenched, as in soaked from head to toe. On my last set of box jumps I kept getting smacked in the face by my soaked with sweat pony tail not to mention my right hamstring had had it!(damn it to hell I hate injuries)

And yes(BOB), I am sure I got some stuff jumbled up, up there, but hell it’s any wonder I remember any off it at all, cause I sure don’t remember the drive home. I do however, remember taking my hand mixer to blend my protein shake and even though thinking it to be unusually chunky, drank it anyway only to be smacked in the lips with a ground up “sorb-it” packet

…which clearly states on it(or not so clearly on mine as it was chopped all to hell) DO NOT EAT.

Seeing as I not so much as ate it, but drank it, must be the reason I am still alive.

Okay, so the workout didn’t kill me and neither did the silica gel…

They say cat’s have nine lives, but I wonder how many squirrels have? and I wonder about the pink, that’s got to be a bonus life right there…right?!

Here is a "pre-contest tip of the day" I have yet to see on Cynthia’s blog(who totally kicked some ass this weekend~woohoo, you go girl!):

After you get your nails did and they are all long and frenchy and fakey, be careful when wiping after that first bathroom visit less you rip yourself a new *******.

The good news is…you will NEVER make that same mistake twice.

I’m just sayin.

Yeah, I’m doing the comp in Rockford, IL with Tina. I e-mailed her and said…heeeeeyyy sexy girlfriennnnnnnd I’m in! lol okay maybe not quite the words I used but anyhoo…

Now if April does it too *hint hint*…3 redheads, yeah, Rockford won’t know what hit it.

It’s…

Yeah baby…look out!

What?, I’m just gettin ready and started

I’m off to go find me a blinky bob countdown thingie…oh and the date for the comp is November 22, 2008…pleeeeeeeenty of time to lose 15lbs