Alright so I didnt get to the gym this morning, I decided to sleep in…actually it just happened that way, I really did want to go to the gym but my body decided it would rather sleep…I did have a nice walk home this morning from the Jeep repair place. You know, when I spoke with the service department on the phone last week, it took me about 45 minutes to tell her everything I wanted done…so I figured the repair place would just pull up the information on the computer and off I would go…this was not to be, I had to go over everything again and this time, the person I was talking to seemed a bit…you know…retarded…mebbe the morning coffee didnt kick in yet, who knows…I miss my Jeep already.
I finally packed for NY last night after Kettelbell class. The class was fabulous (but I will probably always say that) we worked on upper body strength more then cardio this week, which was enjoyable, the world knows I have arms like a chicken…we did something called a dive bomber push up
those hurt like a dirty bitch..we did a alternating hand swings for one minute with a heavy kettelbell then 30 seconds of dive bomber pushups, we did that for 3 repetitions. Then we did other assorted drills, I left exhausted but not nauseated…I was a little disappointed….a little stiff this morning, but not sore, thats why Im thinking I’ll go a little heavier next week.
This is our newly seeded lawn, the neighbor was good on his word and made his son come over, seed and fill the tire marks that one of his drunken friends left on our property…just noticed its almost time to leave, Ive got to get my act together..Im taking the camera and will twitter all along the journey..Im getting to drive the turbo Saab, as my girlfriends driving concerns me (tailgating at 115 mph not a good idea) plus its the convertible and today is a delicious day…
Tomorrow is New York…I still havent packed..I was going to drop the Jeep off tonight before KETTELBELL class, but Im going to work out tomorrow morning before we leave…which will leave me trashed Friday…nice…lets recap
Thursday
hour cardio
Kettelbell class which is MORE cardio, swinging cannonballs around gets the heart going, then he has us jump rope, then a one minute high intensity KB drill, then back to jump rope, another drill…like ive said before I leave puddles of sweat…i love this class.
Friday
hour cardio
yes, the idea is to rip the muscles up, pain is good comrade (the KB guru is a Russian guy named Pavel, he calls you comrade in his workouts)
I overheard someone use that phrase yesterday while they were talking on the phone, I almost stayed around to hear more but then thought better of it.
Also was in on a conversation where a person was telling me how her brother was mean to her, so she thought she would be nasty back to him AND his wife….I thought that was an interesting response
“So, you dont think he should have been mean to you?” I asked
“Ofcourse not, hes being a jerk.”
“Now your doing to him something you dont think he should have been doing to you. And not only are you engaging in behavior you yourself think is wrong towards your brother your also behaving unkindly to his wife, who has nothing to do with any of this.”
Shes being nasty becasue she feels justified in being so, but her brother probably felt justified in being nasty to her as well…so everyones slinging poop due to a limited perspective…I do it to, its hard to change your thought process while in the middle of an emotional response.
But the frozen anal compress really intrigues me, I wonder why one would use such a thing.
My girlfriend and I went over to see the neighbor yesterday, no demonic bastard around and no wife. He said he had heard about the party and heard that it was out of control that the kids were fighting in the streets etc (that was news to us but we werent arguing) we stated out points, told him about the drunken retards on our property at 2am stumbling around, the empty liquor bottles and ofcourse the nice skid mark on our front lawn..he apologized and asked why we didnt call the cops, “Oh we dont want to be that way” (actually we were covering our asses, if someone farts too loud next door after 11 we are calling the cops EVERY TIME we just dont want the neighbor to think we would actually DO such a thing) he said his kid would be over to fix our lawn at some point, HOW I dont know…but thats taken care of
Couldnt help but see some of the Micheal Jackson funeral yesterday (or whatever that was) alright I cried, but only when his daughter spoke, that little girl looks very much like Madonnas daughter did when she was that young hmmmmmm…and where was Madge, she should have been at the funeral NOT at yoga class (really Madge). Oh and Paris, please stay with Auntie Janet and not Auntie LaToya
The phenomenon of time is really a function of perspective….
get that?
Ive been reading about the time space continuum.
Nothing happens in the universe that is not perfect in its creation and function, which reminds me
What does School House Rock have to do with the time space contiuum? Nothing, but whenever I hear the word function I think of that song, it really is the only song Ive ever heard that uses FUNCTION as a predominant word.
I was sore Monday from Sundays 2 hour workout..1 hour of cardio split into 1/2 hour all out of the elliptical then a 1/2 hour walk brisk pace with an incline of 2.5 The elliptical after an hour is starting to cause a little knee pain, so I will add the treadmill in for a bit, after the cardio was kettelbell class, good workout. Even though the class is supposed to be an introduction to kettelbell, most of the people in the class have been with it from the beginning, so the instructor does tend to work us out hard while he works with the 2 or 3 new people that come in. The class is getting more popular, we are hoping they add more classes (with this instructor) during the week.
At some point this week I need to pack for NY, my girlfriend is already packed for Ptown which isnt for another 3 weeks…she likes to be prepared for anything and everything.
Our neighbor wouldnt answer the door yesterday, I went over twice to talk to him, I knocked on the side door, the front door, stood around, walked around the house (maybe he was on the back deck) no answer. Then the demonic bastards came home, so I figured I would get him this morning before he goes to work, got up early, showered, went outside…he was gone.
I downloaded some Micheal Jackson songs, and this is my favorite
If you would like to spend your fourth of July getting completely wrecked, staying up till 4am screaming in the street..DO IT…enjoy yourself…get so drunk that you no longer enjoy controlling your motor functions, shit yourself..live it up, but keep your party on your property….do not drive on my lawn please, do not have your sissy friends (who are sissies due to this fact) throw there WATERMELON RUM pints on my lawn..watermelon rum. So now, after finding this tire mark on my front lawn, Sunday morning, and after throwing the faggoty rum bottle BACK on there lawn, as well as some assorted low rent beer cans…I have to go have a chat with the neighbor, who is a big construction guy…he was not the host of the party his moronic womb excretions were…every summer, and we’ve been here five years, every summer its the same thing, as soon as mom and dad leave town…drunkfest begins…the absolute SCREAMING in the streets, the fighting with the drunken sobbing girlfriends, the basketball at 3am….it’s just worn a bit thin. We’ve worked hard to get the property to look halfway decent (ALRIGHT so we can sell to the worst possible human beings as to haunt this fucking neighborhood) and we have to deal with this..it sucks, so we shall see how it goes this afternoon when I go speak to daddy.
I have this Friday off, my boss doesnt know it yet, but I do, this weekend is NY…the big party, we are leaving Friday morning, going to catch the ferry in CT that goes to Orient Point, then the trek on Long Island…and the NEXT weekend, Im going to take the Monday off, we are going to Ptown..my boss doesnt know that yet, Im sure he’ll be thrilled…
And after much deliberation, I have decided NOT to get a new car, the jeep is going in on Friday to get a complete going over, I think I was on the phone with the service department for an hour telling them everything I wanted done….so even though I suspect a few thousand dollar bill, its still NOT a car payment, and the jeep will be running like I want it…so lets have a fun Monday shall we
but 30 grand is a little steep…I mean I havent had a car payment in like eight years…and I like that. Ive been debating a new car for the past year or so, actually I woke up this morning saying to my girlfriend “I cannot justify buying a new car.”
“Go back to sleep”
“Seriously, I’ll just have the Jeep fixed” the jeep has some small assorted mechanical issues
“This is what you wake up thinking about?”
Actaully I woke up thinking how nice my life is…then the Cooper thoughts came in, then the storm came, then I didnt want to go to work, then I remembered today is going to be an easy day. Which reminds me, Tuesday before I left work, I was asked to make sure everything was perfect for the night guy to come in and complete this terrifying trainwreck…I know it was a trainwreck because I was there at the beginning thinking “Thank gard this will be gone when I get here tomorrow.”
It wasn’t…they left it for me…
Ass monkeys,,,the night guy got the cheesecake and I got the shit sammie..I discussed this with my girlfriend over dinner last night..
“Face it, you will always get the trainwrecks.” she told me, tired of hearing me whine about the same topic
“It’s not fair” I boo hooed
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Make a tuna casserole.”
Isn’t that what everyone does when stressed, tuna casserole? Oh well, work is a compromise I compromise my values, morality, judgement and freedom for cash.
Whitechocolatespaceegg is a wonderful cd by Liz Phair…time to go produce..have a stupendous day
Actually its not MY hoo-hah Ive never really had a hoo-hah..it’s The Owners hoo-hah, the July 4th extravaganza…the one we are not invited to…but some people are invited to go…the higher ups…I don’t feel slighted, infact I had been invited to a few family hoo-hahs over the years but have never attended, the old saying about laying down with flea ridden dogs or something like that….
But there are some in the department that feel slighted…enter Crack Head Sally….she had been going to the July 4th hoo-hah for decades and now she is kicked to the curb and fairly bitter I may add. We were working together on Saturday (a joy in and of itself) and she was bitching and moaning how he got dumped due to The Owners lack of monogamy…..well SOMEONE was writing those letters to The Owners wife telling her all the dirty dealings he was having with an employee…infact The Owner approached me one day, quiet like, when no one was around…
“You know whats happening between me and employee X dont you?”
“Yes, your adults I dont care”
“I understand that, but someone has been writing letters to my wife”
“I hope you dont think its me.”
“No, but I was kind of hoping you could ask some questions and kind of get an idea of who is doing this, its breaking my marriage apart.”
Funny how letters can break up a marriage and not the infidelity described in them.
I told him I would keep an ear to the ground and report anything I heard. I heard nothing, I had my Ipod on…if he greased my palm with some cash THAT would have been incentive, your thanks…not so much an incentive..so the letter writer remains a mystery to this day, and thus we got banned from the July 4th bash…sigh..So in protest Crack Head Sally called in yesterday, The Owner told me (in a disgusted voice)
“Carck Head Sally wont be in today, she has the flu” and he rolled his eyes
The Budweiser flu…no vaccination for that…
But anyway I want to tell you about this dream I had last night, I was looking out my bedroom window into the woods, on 3 different trees there was, to the left a hawk, in the middle an owl, and to the right an eagle. I was using binoculars and fumbled with them a second, the hawk saw this and immediately swooped at the window..he landed on the window ledge and I noticed it wasn;t really a hawk at all, just a small bird of prey..next I saw the owl who was hunting me, he had his head down and was hooting at me, he next flew towards the window swooping at it and landing on the roof, where I could see his tail feathers as he walked back and forth above me…and the eagle, just sat in his tree looking the other way…this to me is interesting, I know what all three birds symbolize on there own, but together in a dream I just dont know…and after dreaming this I woke up with this song in my head….I hope the owl gets off my roof
Yesterdays two hour workout was wonderful, sure the Sunday kettelbell class is alot easier then Thursdays, but its still enjoyable and, at times, painful…joy. It ended up raining all weekend again, sure there was sun for about four hours, we both skipped the gym on Saturday to run home after work, do the yard work, wash the clothes and hang them on the line…unfortunately we were not home when the big black clud unleashed a healthy summer storm on our drying clothes…alas…we left them overnight hoping the sun would be out Sunday…not to be, rain..and this morning I woke up to rain again..Im beginning to feel like I live in the state of Washington.
We ended up watching the Nicholas Cage movie, Knowing…I didnt know it was an outer space movie…a time capsule is dug up and Cages son takes a letter from the time capsule that has a series of number on it. The numbers are actually dates, coordinates & number of causalities to every disaster that has happened in the past 50 years. There are two disasters left on the page & Nicholas Cage is trying to prevent them….sounds good so far, but we also have wierd blonde headed people who are stalking Cages son…eventually we find out that the last disaster is the end of the world, something about solar flares…now earth is running out of time, everyone knows they are to become bbq in a few hours, at this point the aliens steal cages son & the grand daughter of the original list writer, they take them up to the big space ship hovering in upstate NY. There were some cool special effects when the earth got torched..so earth is no more and neither is Nicholas Cage..then we see the two kidnapped kids being left on a new pristine planet holding two rabbits..the new adam and eve…from now on I have to check and see if movies are going to be outer space movies, because I just do not feel the alien movie….well I liked the series Alien with Siguorney Weaver, now THOSE are what I think aliens are like, acid blood, double mouths, infest your body, rip you to shreds, thats an alien..not some blonde headed master race.
The other movie I am watching (g/f refuses) is Drag Me to Hell, its about a young banker who wants to show the boss she has what it takes to become a heartless assistent manager, so she denies this old gypsey woman (with horrible manners) an extension on her mortgage..the gypsy fouls her by cursing her…she begins to get tormented by a black goat spirit and will eventually get dragged to hell…so far its alright, a little hokey, but hey its a gypsy curse thing. Cant wait to see if she can beat a black goat spirit.
This week is a short week, no overtime for the company. I think were going to a beach house party on Saturday, who knows if the weather is crappy we may stay home and sit by a fire in the back yard. Ive got alot of running around to do this afternoon, so I am trying to get out by 2:30…yeah right everytime I say that I get stuck there till 9pm
I would be remiss not to mention the passings of Farrah Fawcet and Micheal Jackson.
I think of all the poor parents of underage kidswho were so looking forward to sacrificing there childrens virginity for a shot at Michaels Jacksons money. I say to those parents worry not, there is a world of pedophiles with cash just waiting for you to pimp out your children.
My girlfriend says death happens in threes, so this completes this cycle of celebrity passings, ed mcman, mj & Farrah Fawcett. Poor Farrah, she has such shitty company at St Peters desk.
Last night was Kettelbell Thursday…first was an hour on the elliptical, then the class…this class was so fabulous I almost vomited…thats fun stuff right there. Anyway there was a woman there who does the Tuesday night class, you know, the class with the music and the dancing fag? So dancing mary had the class do an exercise with them laying on the floor pressing the kettelbell over there face…this is a kettelbell
its basically a cannonball with a handle on it…anyway, the woman said while she was doing that exercise, her sweaty hand slipped and guess where the 26 pound cannonball landed? Right on her face, she was fortunate enough to turn while the thing was falling down at her, but she has a huge bruise on her face…this is why THERE IS NO MUSIC IN KETTELBELL. Our instructor told us he would never have done an exercise like that, “too dangerous”..and also mentioned that the guy who teaches the Tuesday night class is ‘a handfull’ a handful of what Im not sure..
Today is friday…I need beer..I found this performance its fabulous..first of all LOVE THE SONG, second of all it has a seriously suprising good performance by a hilbilly singer
I’ve been thinking about my goldies today, and these were there names..alright they were cutsie versions of there names, so here are the girls names
Sweetable was Teak aka tweekie, the most sweetie, teakie Mcthug (on st patricks day)
THE HOLL and you have to growl when you say that, was Jalapeno, a spicy little goldie
Scoots was Scooter, la general, sunshine, sweet girl
Grand mama was cindy, cinder block, blocque
Grand mama was a rescue, she was shaped like a beer keg on legs, had the worst breath on gods green earth, and every night I would carry her up the stairs and put her in bed with me..where she would stretch out to 375 feet wide!!!
Scoots was my first goldie..there was no turning back….she used to completely flop on me when I was laying in the floor…70 pounds of golden hair…FLOP…wagging tail and nothing but LOVE ME written all over her sweet face..
Now THE HOLL…That was a hardcore sweetie, she might still be, I lost her in a custody battle I dont know what happened to my number one golden thug….The Holl liked to fetch dirty socks out of the laundry and run right into me, chest first growling and wagging her tail…she would talk to me, all the while never letting go of that damn sock..never stopping the wagging tail.
Sweetable used to wake me up every morning by putting her nose against mine and sighing…I would first feel the cold wet nose and then the big breath of sigh…then I would open my eyes and she would look up and around, like “What? I wasn’t doing anything..just standing here hmm hmmmm hmm hmmm”
I also had one black lab, her name was Trixie aka choppers, jalapeno poppers, she was also a rescue..actually she was an expelled student from a seeing eye dog training school…are you getting a feeling for what Trixie was like? She was out of her canine tree, the former owners were going to kill her (for real) when she was found on the dining room table, consuming the dinner roast! I loved her like crazy, I used to drive her to the beach and she would jump out of the window and belly flop off of the pier and chase the ducks out into the ocean, all you would see was a black barking head going down the canal…Once I made a pot of jalapeno soup, left it on the stove to cool, then went out…when I got home the soup pot was in the middle of the kitchen floor, completely cleaned out…there was not a drop of soup spilled anywhere..and in the next room was Trixie….laying motionless. I ran to her and picked her head up and she let out the most potent belch I have ever experienced..and several days of the most amazing farts…that poor dog was sooo sick, I tried to comfort her and make her belly feel better but it was just a matter of digestive time..
So I guess you know..I MISS MY DOGGIES…
We dont have the room or space for puppy dawgs and my girlfriend likes rat dogs..hello go from goldie perfection to a varmint…I think not…so I end up giving money to animal rescues..alot of cash to Yankee Golden retriever Rescue in Mass…but I thought I would leave you with a goldie video
