Some days I tell ya...
so I had given away my coffee pot. It wasn't a very good coffee pot but it made 8 cups of coffee. We wanted to cut back on the caffeine intake so I moved my hubby's Keurig in as it makes one cup at a time. Great incentive right?
Yup....one small, tiny, insee, weenie, cup at a time.
and let me tell you, those little plastic doohickey things that you put in there are EXPENSIVE!!
So, I'm pouting as I've already gone to Starbucks a couple of times this week and ordered "just a large venti or two of regular coffee" to take home and I thought "I wonder if I can reuse these bad boys" I add the water to the top and re-close the gadget for coffee.
did you know that if you don't close it all the way, the pressure builds up and it makes this loud BLAM!!! noise and coffee explodes EVERYWHERE?!
I'm talking the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the other side of the kitchen...we're still spooning out grounds...
I went to the gym to do the treadmill so I want to catch up on my C25. My youngest loves to swim so it's nice to go there and get what I need done. I get done with the treadmill and go downstairs to attempt some ST. I look at the rows of dumbbells and head towards them when I stop cold in my tracks.
Depending on which kid you were in high school will determine your relation to this story: I was the nerdy one, the beat up one, the geek, the wallflower, the totally "uncool" one.
So, I'm looking at the benches and dumbbells and all these well, frankly they were all beautiful people. Muscles flexing, scanty clothing gripping, clearly liking what they see in the mirror. I slowly back away as if I had come across a rattler in my path...fear gripping at my very soul and I know I must have had the look on my face to prove it.
How is this possible? I'm freaking **cough cough** years old!! I'm not in high school anymore....why did I just assume these people would even care if I was there?
I'm pretty sure my mutant ninja fat cells played a hand in this conspiracy!!
Tried to do my Hip Hop Abs this morning.
I really really really tried. There needs to be a 1-800-WTH-HELP line. I mean, do I just dance? Do I grunt tuck and tilt? It's frustrating to do a DVD and have it say "check your form" How? Where? With Who? With What? The Mirror with all the cool people next to the dumbbells???
I'm glad Limelight had that inspiring video of Arthur, the man who couldn't......otherwise I would feel defeated. Freaking inspiring people irk me today.
Life should be unlimited peanut butter and celery with no a$$ consequences.
and maybe carbs.
Thanks....I needed that.
I'm going to go pick up the girls now. Take the dogs out for a walk. Work on Shape it Up today and really really really work out this frustrated fear of whatever. And I'm gonna see me....in this dress......with those shoes.....it can happen..right? Even at my age?? with resistant mutant ninja fat cells?
Sure, it can happen. totally.
Draw your celery swords!! Abandon peanut butter!!!
(leave the chocolate frosting though............just in case)