Here's another randomcrap round of TTT. Enjoy.
1. I ran again last night. Yup. AGAIN! Let's just back this marathon train up for a second so I can tell you what led to this epic run.
First, my day started at 5am yesterday, in order to get to work by 6am. Joy. Once at work, I found out that our amazing and all powerful IT guy happened to erase a bunch of shit off the computer that runs my printers. Now, for those of you that don't know, I print things. Things for airplanes. And I use these massive printers to do it. It's like my printer is the mother of all printers that gave birth to the printer that you use on a daily basis. See:
|Mother of all printers. And she can be a bitch.|
And on top of that, he updated the software (mind you, without asking my permission first) and now all of the colors that I've painstakingly accumulated and saved and worked on the past 3.5 years are not printing out the same as they were pre-update.
Where is a shank?
Because I could stab a certain person.
So that was my day yesterday. Just all around shittacular. But, my little friend Amy commented on my FB: Does that mean you made a good poopie? I made 2 good ones this morning...thus...my day started off shittacular as well. In fact, I almost shit myself ON the treadmill.
I love her outlook on life! So I decided to hop on the treadmill myself after work. Not to shit myself, or come anywhere close to that. But just to work out some frustration.
I didn't want to. I wanted to wrap my lips around a 12-pack and curl up under the covers and watch nearly nekkid men flip and turn and land head first in a pool.
But I didn't.
I changed into workout gear, climbed in the car, headed to the gym and jumped on the Dreadmill. First mile went so easy. I did a slower pace than I normally use, 5.5mph, because of my epic fail of a run on Monday. And once I passed that 1.0 mile marker I was still feeling pretty good. I started to get a stitch in my side at about 2 miles, but I concentrated on calming my breathing and making sure I kept it in a good rhythm.
Slowly the stitch went away and then I was nearing on mile 3. I was starting to get a little exhausted, my legs were slowly turning into jello and my breathing was getting harder and harder to control. But you know what? I still felt good. I felt great actually! So I said, what the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks I just whip out another half mile. I'll just whip out another half mile, who is this person??!?!?!
Then at 3.5 miles I just couldn't end the run. I wanted to push out to 4 miles. Probably because it's an even number and my OCD was showing again. But who cares. I actually kept the 5.5 pace until about mile 3.75, then I increased it to 6.0, and pushed out the last .1 miles at 7.0. I don't know why I'm doing that lately, pushing myself at the last quarter mile, but I am. Yippee Skippy for me.
So I finished 4 miles in 43:30!!! BOOM!!!!!
And I gotta tell you, all the stress of the day and the heaping piles of bullshit that I had to swim through, just didn't seem that important anymore. Exercise really does help!
Wow, that was a long #1.
Ok, moving on.
2. We haven't gotten rain in like 92 days here. Seriously. It's not an exaggeration. Our plants and ground and grass is so dry. I'm afraid it's all going to spontaneously combust at any moment. Well, it's gotten so bad now that our ground is cracking and our fence is starting to fall down and we're afraid our foundation is going to get screwed up.
Look at this shit:
And that's not even the biggest one in our yard!
Wyatt's going to fall in and end up in China one of these days!
Oh, wait, that's right, Wyatt doesn't go outside anymore because of the 115 degree temps. He's safe and sound.......in our bed.......ALL.DAY.LONG. Damn spoiled dog.
Anyways, now we've got to start watering every night, hoping that will help. Can you say, "Helloooooo High Water Bill?!" Because I can.
3. I just realized yesterday that I haven't written my recap about my vacation! Ohhhhhh the tragedy!!!! Poor Lindsey must be going out of her mind.
So that's my goal this weekend, to get that bitch finished!
4. My other goal this weekend is to do nothing. Absolutely NOTHING.
Well, I take that back, I am going to go get my hair cut.
I'm thinking bangs.
What do you think?
Ya. We'll see.
Ohhhh maybe I'll spend countless hours today searching the interwebs for the perfect hair cut, instead of wanting to shank people at my place of employment! YEEEEEeeeeesssssssssssssssss.
Oh, wait!!!! We have our friends Matt and Jess coming down and they are bringing this new little amazing thing they produced:
|I stole your picture Jess!|
5. The other day at work, I was out on break, talking with my co-workers and friends Rebecca and Vicky, and all the sudden Rebecca goes, "Oh my God! What the Hell is that shit?!"
I'm all like, "What?" Kinda looking around, not really seeing anything.
And she says, "Look at that truck?!?!"
I turn, and this is what I see:
People, I can't even make this shit up.
WHAT IS THAT?!?!
WHY IS IT THERE?!?!
WHO WOULD PUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT THERE?!?!I actually jumped when I saw this. Like a scared outta my mind jump.
Doesn't that thing just scream serial killer?
Because I think it does.
Bonus: This truck belongs to the roofers that have been working for the last two weeks on my building.
I feel completely safe and secure knowing that i've been here.....alone....with them every morning this week for 2 hours.
6. I haven't read blogs in like ages. I got all caught up before I left for vacay and then I haven't had time to get back on there. DAMN IT! I'm sure my unread count is like a bazillion.
But! I plan on getting caught back up.
So, could y'all just not do anything super spectacular special until then? Thanks.
OK. I'm going to have to cut this short. Time to get the straight jacket out. Because in about 10 minutes "work people" are going to come strolling through the door and annoy me to the point of loud psychotic outbursts.