Madge has had some bad photos taken, haven’t we all…..lets have a reminder of what Madge truly is
Fabulous
yeah but right, this video was shot prechild…somehow having children just sucks the life force out of a woman, not that I’m anti-child, everyone should own one for chores and such but when it hits a certain age..OFF TO BOARDING SCHOOL FOR YOU, I I WILL SEE YOU DURING HOLIDAYS AND RIGHT BEFORE I SHIP YOU TO EUROPE FOR THE SUMMER. Parenting…………..it’s a gift. I’m joking.
So there I was working out yesterday feeling a bit blah, I’ve been hitting the cardio hard these past few weeks, everyday actually and my legs feel like two tree limbs when I begin the workout…but yesterday and I was trying to move the California redwoods attached to my trunk I heard this song on the ipod and happiness occurred
T minus 2 days and counting till Denver. I’m looking forward to our visit with my big brother, not so happy about the time having to spendtraveling through the air. For some reason we have to go through Chicago first then on to Denver. Not that I don’t enjoy flying, it doesn’t faze me at all, infact I always thought that if a plane I was on went down it would be like an “E” ride at Disney (but with a lousy ending and probably alot more vomit then you get on Space Mountain)…My partner does not like to fly and turbulence causes thoughts of a horrid flaming death to surface, I always suggest hitting the drinks cart, hey it’s free in first class….poor flight attendants, just park the cart next to me and it will weigh alot less at the end of the flight.
oh, the thing about traveling that bothers me, is the airport, being patted down, having to show my id at every check point, having my lap top swabbed, my moisturizer confiscated because with that and some plastique you can create a firecracker, my chapstick eyed suspiciously…..isn’t this a bit like locking the barn door after the twin towers have been destroyed? Last time I flew I had to go immediately and was searched by TSA, who are ordinarily convicts, had to go into the chamber, had my shoes swabbed, and for this I get charged extra?!!! So I tend to be a bitchy traveler, but the good news is every airport has a Starbucks every ten feet, a bar every 2 feet and a newspaper store selling papers that I can’t find around here, score, score, score…plus free wireless! Just thought of another thing that ticks me off…you see that compartment above MY seat? This is where my bag goes, not yours, not your kids Dora the fing Explorer backpack, not your stroller, not the 45 things you jammed into the side pockets of your rollaway, don’t take my overhead space or I will kill you and send you home to your mother in individually wrapped ziploc bags. That being said lets start Wednesday off with some Red Hot Chile Peppers
Not watching…although watching the Red Sox on a Saturday afternoon is a glorious thing..I like playing, competing, putting myself up against another person or team….in my life I’ve competed in alot of different sports my absolute favorite, ofcourse
running, and I don’t mean running to the bar for another beer….
theres this one I discovered after college and fell in love with
I never got kicked like that though, uplifting experience..
There is, ofcourse the error in judgement….
Rugby, first match dislocated shoulder, later broken fingers, broken collar bone, and finally 2 weeks in pelvic traction, but I did score on that play mind you
there are some things I participated in that I don’t tell anyone about, and Im not going to tell you either, I do have some prid…..you know you get caught up in being like the ‘in’ crowd, peer pressure and you join a team that wears polyester….ugh but above and beyond all sports there was this one that to me was the most difficult sport I’ve ever participated in mentally as well as physicaly…the most intesnse 5 minutes you’ll ever compete in
A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing….as was the case with a co worker we shall call primitve dave for reaasons to be discussed at a future date
‘I’ve been thinking about what you said about identifying with things’ he seemed ready to lurch into a great philosophical diatribe….
“i’d love to hear it, but I have to warn you” I said
‘about what?’
“I’ve stopped” I said
he looked at me and started flapping his arms around “YES?”
‘examining my bellybutton’
“Have you told your therapist this?” he asked paternally
‘yes, she cried’
“Do you think this is a fugue state?”
He looked genuinly concerned I asked “are you trying to convince me that I’m mentally unstable, because I need no convincing.”
He shrugged his shoulders and walked away, I guess I took the wind out of his sails. After lunch he came back, no doubt flush with corpse lunch meat and the insult of Dunkin Donuts iced yuck
“Are you in trouble?’ he stated
“What do you mean what kind of trouble?”
‘You know, anything you may need help with…”
I thought for a moment not sure where this could lead..
‘I have an anal fissure, but I can’t ask you to help me with that, thats above and beyond.’
“Seriously” he looked exasperated
“Thank you, I’m just tired of playing this role”
“Your weird, thats not a role thats a lifestyle” he had a ‘no duh’ face on, like he was stating the obvious…he was
“you have poppy seeds in your teeth, now please floss before birds come and land on your face to feast on the meal caught between your bicuspeds”
and what were poppy seeds doing between primitive Daves teeth, usually he has pads of unconsumed flesh between his choppers…..he never did tell me about what his thoughts were about identifing through objects or images or a religion, race, sex or whatever….but seriously whats the point of examining and studying all of these philosophies when the only thiing we have is this moment now to be lived?
I’ve always liked John Candy, and one of my favorite movies by him is “Who’s Harry Crumb” lots of goofy humor, just what I like..nothing too high brow for me
I’ll let you in on a secret…I wish Edwina Monsoon was a friend of mine, in the next clip shes the dark haired woman, please watch
don’t ask why, it’s just one of the many things about myself that I choose not to examine…infact I’m getting a bit exhausted over all of this self-examination, it’s too time consuming, and to be perfectly honest I’m a teeny bit bored with myself. I much prefer being out and about getting on with the business of living.
Nine days to go before vacation Denver looks like a pretty happening spot, we were checking out one of those guide books and it seems like we will be mad tourists for a few days!
Weather report for Boston…gross…very hot and humid, am looking forward to October, my favorite month/ I had a fabulous cardio workout this afternoon, followed by turkey bacon, salad, jalapeno wrap. I’m trying to wait until the last minute before I go to bed to shower, sweating right after a shower is just not a happy place…but I have got a case of the funk….p.s. I never get tired of watching this video
It rained on my Jeep last night…I had to run out in my PIJAMMIES and cover her up…twas not pretty…..
A Note to anyone who likes movies please do not see The Happening, it is retarded. I love a good scary movie, infact I will go out of my way to see a good scary movie, SHOW ME ONE, am I jaded, does nothing scare me..
ummmmmmm, yeah certain things scare me…..a fu*ktard with his finger on the nuclear button scares me…oh that reminds me
its Saturday
I was told that my arch is too big to ever run long distances comfortably…after the DR told me that he said “If you saw the look on your face, im sorry” I ran a marathon, one…. thats enough, I love to run I can’t express that enough….running is perfect, like the great white shark..it is what I am when I run, every step I take I am part of the earth of the world, the weather, everything……. to me running is power and freedom and absolute joy, there is beauty in the simplicity of it
YOU
GO
RUN
Asics and Brooks gawds gift to archedly impaired humans like me…lets look at my other shoes, yeah it’s Saturday Im weird and why doesnt my fabulous nephew come to Denver and visit…thats another issue…did I mention him, my nephew? F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S, love him….
but first, the sun is coming up…one great thing about a laptop and wireless I get to sit outside check out Mrs Frog, listen ti the birds, get eaten alive by mosquitoes and see this
Yeah well a $200 camera doesnt do it justice, it’s lovely out here
Yeah, it’s summer why not let the dogs breathe free
is this post really about my shoes? Thats rhetorical. this post is about nothing, I have a draft about identification with things and images, but Im just not feeling it this morning….
Im thinking alot about James these days, James is my brother that died in May of last year…..I don’t think James is floating around I think he left, higher ground better places etc….he used to give out brussel sprouts on Halloween, yeah thats our families sense of humor…it’s not that James and I were close, we were both probably well misinformed about the other, but there was something very comforting in the fact that James was somewhere on Long Island cutting his lawn, playing with his kids, cheering for the Yankees, and now there is a void
It’s 85 degrees out….it’s not even 10am…yeah baby!!!!! Another random thought, the most beautiful place I ever went was Vinalhaven, Maine
I have to go workout..oh but one more song and one more photo
delicious….the Golden, the perfect human companion
An excellent hallucination inducing cardio workout yesterday. I do so love working out at the gym!
This is a good thing.
I am at the age where if you let your health start to slip, as quick as a flash I am wearing jeans with an elastic waistband, bloomers and mumus…it’s happened to a friend of mine. Anyway I just feel better when I work out…purification through perspiration.
I saw another video by this artist on another blog and loved it, so I grabbed one of her other videos, her music is very diverse, I like it…
I heard this song today, I’d forgotten how good it is, almost hypnotic..
Anyway, yesterday had a fabulous workout at the gym..I love riding my bicycle but I don’t get as good a workout as I do when I go to the gym. I get too busy lallygagging and looking at all the pretty birds and flowers..you know the life of a survivor of a head injury. So its back to the gym for me.
Buzz, the new wunderkind doesn’t start till next Monday. My vacation is only 3 weeks away, we are going to Denver….
Daily RoUTine
1) get up wayyy to ealry (I don;t mind getting up wayyy too early when it’s for anything but work)
2) lurch downstairs to shower and get ready for hell, careful to avoid scale that LIES
3) Grab assorted fruits, yogurt, granola, Kashi to help maintain stamina for huge amounts of employment bs
4) Select driving muisc, something loud, these days it’s ac/dc or Stone Temple Pilots
5) get mind right on drive in to employment
6) take large doeses of lithium before I punch in
7) next 9 hours go by in a pharmaceutical induced haze
Haze begins to lift as punch out time draws near, life begins to come back into focus
9) RUN out of building, get to gym asap
10) Work out till yoplait threatens to come back up
11) go home to shower, salad, partner
12) Lapse into coma
Which philosopher said to do everything with passion, lets try this today…I’m leaving the lithium at home
Tom got fired Friday…he was just your regular kind of guy…he just sucked at the job, and when your not the best at your job, the boss cans you…I told Tom to urinate in the bosses car, he declined. I had a feeling that he was going to get fired, the boss came around the other afternoon with some guy with no neck showing him around looking all google eyed. After he fired Tom yesterday and everyone had left (except me ofcourse) the boss came up to me and started fishing for validation….
“I hired Buzz”
Now Im going to call him Buzz because he has that style (if you can call it that ) haircut
“Buzz is the new wartime consiglerie of the cosa nostra, you know the job YOU didn’t want”
I nodded and continued working, when I saw Buzz I noticed his shirt was a polyester blend, I did not need to know anything more about him..this was enough, class dismissed
The boss started telling me how fabulous Buzz is…..we’ve been through this before, infact it wasn’t so long ago that the boss was in love with the recently fired Tom….he continued “..plus Buzz can balance plates on his head, shoot pool blindfolded and macrame!” the boss was fairly smug telling me this like he wanted me to know that Buzz was going to be MUCH better at the job then I would have been had I decided to take it…..”Did you know Buzz holds four olympic records in synchronized swimming and is the poet laurete of Russia?” yes boss, fairly smug for a man whos son was recently found slumped over on a toilet tripping on heroin….
“I hope Buzz makes you happy, your peace of mind is paramount”
I nodded and closed my eyes hoping he would be gone when I opened them…he was still there, shit.
he scrunched his one eyebrow (that extends from the left temple to the right)
“thats an odd thing to say”
I panicked
“I eat drain clogs….now THATS an odd thing to say.”
“Agreed!” he walked away
Im trying to figure something out, I heard an Elvis Costello song the other day..ok Elvis Costello
yeah, exactly
anyway how did this guy get this woman
so, thats the first thing I thought of after I heard the Elvis Costello song, how did Diana Krall get hooked up with that little troll?
I’m going for a long bike ride today…I’m looking forward to being out there….it’s going to be hot and gross, love it…
Haze begins to lift as punch out time draws near, life begins to come back into focus
so, thats the first thing I thought of after I heard the Elvis Costello song, how did Diana Krall get hooked up with that little troll?
