Today, I had, what those of us in the South like to call, a Come To Jesus Moment. This is a moment when you realize the truth of what will save you and come face to face with something you have been trying to outrun.
Come to Jesus Moments, or Meetings as some call them, are big deals. Important deals. Deals where you shut up and listen. Where you have to opportunity to learn and gain wisdom. So what did my moment reveal?!
Revelation of my Life: I am a writer.
There is no escaping it, even though for the last few years I have tried talking myself out of the reality of what drives me. No matter how much I tell myself to "get real" or ask myself if I'm making any money for what it is I do for free (the answer is obviously no, at the moment), in order to shock myself into realizing that I should grow up and face what is, I have never been able to shake the feeling that I am a writer.
Today, I believe it. More than that, I think it is my calling.
Big deal. Lots of deluded folks think they are writers. So what.
Or more appropriately, now what? Well, other than the obvious conclusion that I should write about it. Oh wait, just did...
All I know for sure at this moment (other than the fact that I am not making a living at selling my words, and grasp the difficulty of making a living as a writer) is that Jesus is known for the truth, so I'm going on faith here.
The realization has taken place, let's see if the actualization follows.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
70% is pretty good odds...
EDIT: Marathon Blog Entry You DO NOT Want To Miss! Go HERE!!!
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For us tomorrow:
~faints~
Snow is a rarity for us. I've lived in South Texas for over 23 years and it has snowed twice. The year before we moved here there was a freak snow storm that dumped about 12 inches of the white stuff, but the most I have seen is a heavy dusting.
If it does indeed snow tomorrow, it will be the earliest snow on record. Damn global warming!!!
Sure, I was in shorts the other day and I liked it, but I'll take a snow day.
Stay tuned for updates and ~fingers crossed~ pics.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
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For us tomorrow:
Friday
Cloudy with snow likely. Snow accumulation up to 1 inch. Colder. Near steady temperature in the mid 30s. North winds 10 to 20 mph. Chance of snow 70 percent.
~faints~
Snow is a rarity for us. I've lived in South Texas for over 23 years and it has snowed twice. The year before we moved here there was a freak snow storm that dumped about 12 inches of the white stuff, but the most I have seen is a heavy dusting.
If it does indeed snow tomorrow, it will be the earliest snow on record. Damn global warming!!!
Sure, I was in shorts the other day and I liked it, but I'll take a snow day.
Stay tuned for updates and ~fingers crossed~ pics.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving!
Turkey for you! Turkey for me!
(my favorite line: And Sammy Davis only had one eye..)
Be back soon with fantastical stories from Crazyland, with a possible cameo by The German!
(my favorite line: And Sammy Davis only had one eye..)
Be back soon with fantastical stories from Crazyland, with a possible cameo by The German!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Stupid Head
I did a stupid thing today; I ran.
My head was all: Go run! It's gorgeous out there! DO IT!!!
But my body was more cautious: Giiiirl, don't do it. You aren't ready. Wait until Monday. WAIT!!!
My head and I made fun of my body: Wiener! You have gotten lazy. Get your butt out there and RUN!
We're stupid like that.
Um, can someone remind my head that my body is 48? My head is stuck at 25ish. Stupid head.
Out I go, excited to be a runner again, excited walking the 1/2 is a fond memory.
The first thing I notice is that my abs are KILLING me. I hadn't noticed that since the walk. At first I thought t was a stitch of pain. Nope. Not getting off that easy. The pain was deep and muscular. I decided to tough it out.
The next thing I notice is how tired I am. Sluggish. Having walked 13.1 miles sluggish. Lack of proper rest sluggish. Combine that with a tightening throat making it hard to breath in the cold morning air = not enough oxygen getting to that stupid head of mine.
WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?!
Then my ear starts to throb from the cold wind. A throbbing, aching, inside and around my head vice that won't stop until it's properly warmed by a hot shower and a large hot cup of coffee.
I keep running. My legendary stubbornness pushing me forward along the route.
Rounding the corner at the school during recess, I am in so much pain I don't even care that the kids are racing me along the fence line. Get a life kids, Momma's in pain. Waaaaa.....
2 miles into my run, I feel my gag reflex kicking in from all the phlegm I am producing in the cold weather. Cold-induced asthma? I can't breath, I am coughing and spitting like a pissed off cobra.
I keep going.
The run is torture. My muscles are good, well, if you don't count the burning, stretched-to-the-limit, tearing abs. The rest of me, not so much.
About half a mile left in the run, I start getting dizzy. And a headache. My old man fist is inching towards the sky. I will not be done in! I am stronger than this! I WILL NOT PASS OUT! But, I might vomit.
I hesitate in my stride and consider yakking my morning coffee, Italian Roast with cream and sugar, in the street. The ONLY thing that stops me, that wills me to hold it together, is my mailman. He's on route and is watching me, waving encouragement. Hidy Ho Gal! He has told me before how badass he thinks I am. I. Cannot. Blow. In. Front. Of. Him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid head.
I swallow, hard, and get myself home. And you would think I'd end this saga there. No. I get home and remember that I haven't done squats since the last time I injured my foot doing lunges. I gain my breath and squat away.
GLUTTON!
This ends well, thank you dear sweet Jesus. It's the only thing that does. Wanna feel my hammies?!
After I cooled down, swilled hot coffee and had a very long, very hot, shower, I gave my head a good talking to. We decided that we're gonna start listening to my body. That the body is smart. It knows our limits. It realizes we are 48.
The head agreed.
In theory. For today.
Sadly, it's how I roll.
My head was all: Go run! It's gorgeous out there! DO IT!!!
But my body was more cautious: Giiiirl, don't do it. You aren't ready. Wait until Monday. WAIT!!!
My head and I made fun of my body: Wiener! You have gotten lazy. Get your butt out there and RUN!
We're stupid like that.
Um, can someone remind my head that my body is 48? My head is stuck at 25ish. Stupid head.
Out I go, excited to be a runner again, excited walking the 1/2 is a fond memory.
The first thing I notice is that my abs are KILLING me. I hadn't noticed that since the walk. At first I thought t was a stitch of pain. Nope. Not getting off that easy. The pain was deep and muscular. I decided to tough it out.
The next thing I notice is how tired I am. Sluggish. Having walked 13.1 miles sluggish. Lack of proper rest sluggish. Combine that with a tightening throat making it hard to breath in the cold morning air = not enough oxygen getting to that stupid head of mine.
WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?!
Then my ear starts to throb from the cold wind. A throbbing, aching, inside and around my head vice that won't stop until it's properly warmed by a hot shower and a large hot cup of coffee.
I keep running. My legendary stubbornness pushing me forward along the route.
Rounding the corner at the school during recess, I am in so much pain I don't even care that the kids are racing me along the fence line. Get a life kids, Momma's in pain. Waaaaa.....
2 miles into my run, I feel my gag reflex kicking in from all the phlegm I am producing in the cold weather. Cold-induced asthma? I can't breath, I am coughing and spitting like a pissed off cobra.
I keep going.
The run is torture. My muscles are good, well, if you don't count the burning, stretched-to-the-limit, tearing abs. The rest of me, not so much.
About half a mile left in the run, I start getting dizzy. And a headache. My old man fist is inching towards the sky. I will not be done in! I am stronger than this! I WILL NOT PASS OUT! But, I might vomit.
I hesitate in my stride and consider yakking my morning coffee, Italian Roast with cream and sugar, in the street. The ONLY thing that stops me, that wills me to hold it together, is my mailman. He's on route and is watching me, waving encouragement. Hidy Ho Gal! He has told me before how badass he thinks I am. I. Cannot. Blow. In. Front. Of. Him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid head.
I swallow, hard, and get myself home. And you would think I'd end this saga there. No. I get home and remember that I haven't done squats since the last time I injured my foot doing lunges. I gain my breath and squat away.
GLUTTON!
This ends well, thank you dear sweet Jesus. It's the only thing that does. Wanna feel my hammies?!
After I cooled down, swilled hot coffee and had a very long, very hot, shower, I gave my head a good talking to. We decided that we're gonna start listening to my body. That the body is smart. It knows our limits. It realizes we are 48.
The head agreed.
In theory. For today.
Sadly, it's how I roll.
Monday, November 16, 2009
1/2 Marathon....DONE!
The race is over and there is so much I want to say, but I can't find all the words.
Go HERE and read all about it, and maybe leave behind some congrats for the big guy.
I'll post more pics here soon.
Now who's in for next year?!
Go HERE and read all about it, and maybe leave behind some congrats for the big guy.
I'll post more pics here soon.
Now who's in for next year?!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
So Close...
Oh, the anticipation! The marathon is in two-ish days!!!
My next to last entry is HERE.
Joy-Bella and her husband will be participating with us. They are coming Saturday to spend the night prior to the race Sunday morning. Sooooooo excited!!
I will have my camera, and post them next week.
In the meantime, you know what to do, my lovelies!
Two-ish Days!!!
My next to last entry is HERE.
Joy-Bella and her husband will be participating with us. They are coming Saturday to spend the night prior to the race Sunday morning. Sooooooo excited!!
I will have my camera, and post them next week.
In the meantime, you know what to do, my lovelies!
Two-ish Days!!!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Caulk This
I write this while drinking a martini. I need that martini.
For the last 6 hours I have been working in the bathrooms. DAMN BATHROOMS. The main one that needs to be gutted, needed one last caulk job before we rip that mofo apart next year. Next week the diverter and a possible stem gets replaced in the tub fixtures. I suspect the grout is gone on that bathroom tile as the old caulk was wet behind it as I pulled it off. That's what you get when you hire a tile guy whose right hand man is a druggie (we didn't know this until almost the last day).
I am so sick of that bathroom I very nearly took a sledgehammer to it today. In due time, in due time.
In the other bathroom, we have a shower that we never use. We use the bathtub, well I use the bathtub, but for some reason we have never used the shower. In order to have a shower when the main bathroom is undergoing a makeover, I had to make that bathroom waterproof, ie do some caulking.
That bathroom hasn't been recaulked since we have lived in the house. That's been, brace yourself, 16 plus years. The last time it was caulked was circa 1970. The remaining caulk is like cement. That it it like cement is the reason I haven't tackled the job. And because I am allergic to most everything, I can't use any chemical softeners. I have to power that mofo off with sheer brute force.
Prepare yourselves for a whiny post next week bout how sore I am from chiseling that "caulk" off the tiles.
And if all that wasn't enough, the biggest roach I have ever seen in my life, at least 4 maybe 5 inches long, was mocking me in one of the bathrooms. I don't do flying roaches. Husband wasn't here. I was screaming and my heart rate was elevated to unsafe levels, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I put the long attachment on the shop vac and sucked him into oblivion. Then rushed the vac into the garage. Have the mercies.
AND if that wasn't enough, while I was using said shop vac earlier, I heard a low rumbling, felt it actually, and then an ear-splitting roar of what I thought were the pipes about to explode, so I literally ran from the bathroom and right out the front door, heart pounding and WTFing all over the place. Turns out the air base is having an airshow tomorrow and the elite F-22's are here. They were buzzing the neighborhoods (you know, like they scare you at airshows coming out of nowhere...) and it scared me witless. Neighbors had a good laugh as they were outside and aware of what was happening.
Hence the drink. It's been a long day.
But underneath all of that, I do love some DIY. Even if it is obliterating 1970's caulk.
For the last 6 hours I have been working in the bathrooms. DAMN BATHROOMS. The main one that needs to be gutted, needed one last caulk job before we rip that mofo apart next year. Next week the diverter and a possible stem gets replaced in the tub fixtures. I suspect the grout is gone on that bathroom tile as the old caulk was wet behind it as I pulled it off. That's what you get when you hire a tile guy whose right hand man is a druggie (we didn't know this until almost the last day).
I am so sick of that bathroom I very nearly took a sledgehammer to it today. In due time, in due time.
In the other bathroom, we have a shower that we never use. We use the bathtub, well I use the bathtub, but for some reason we have never used the shower. In order to have a shower when the main bathroom is undergoing a makeover, I had to make that bathroom waterproof, ie do some caulking.
That bathroom hasn't been recaulked since we have lived in the house. That's been, brace yourself, 16 plus years. The last time it was caulked was circa 1970. The remaining caulk is like cement. That it it like cement is the reason I haven't tackled the job. And because I am allergic to most everything, I can't use any chemical softeners. I have to power that mofo off with sheer brute force.
Prepare yourselves for a whiny post next week bout how sore I am from chiseling that "caulk" off the tiles.
And if all that wasn't enough, the biggest roach I have ever seen in my life, at least 4 maybe 5 inches long, was mocking me in one of the bathrooms. I don't do flying roaches. Husband wasn't here. I was screaming and my heart rate was elevated to unsafe levels, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I put the long attachment on the shop vac and sucked him into oblivion. Then rushed the vac into the garage. Have the mercies.
AND if that wasn't enough, while I was using said shop vac earlier, I heard a low rumbling, felt it actually, and then an ear-splitting roar of what I thought were the pipes about to explode, so I literally ran from the bathroom and right out the front door, heart pounding and WTFing all over the place. Turns out the air base is having an airshow tomorrow and the elite F-22's are here. They were buzzing the neighborhoods (you know, like they scare you at airshows coming out of nowhere...) and it scared me witless. Neighbors had a good laugh as they were outside and aware of what was happening.
Hence the drink. It's been a long day.
But underneath all of that, I do love some DIY. Even if it is obliterating 1970's caulk.
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