Five on Friday

I stole this from Amanda over at Total Disclosure. I don't know if I'm up for it, but I'm going to try.

Five on Friday - Five things I am grateful for this week, because there is still so much to be grateful for.

♥ I am grateful for the small handful of truly good friends that I have. Many of them I did not really even know until just a few years ago, and yet they have become my very best friends. One of them was merely an internet friend for many years, until by chance we ended up in the same place and decided to meet. Now she is one of my absolutely best friends and such a blessing to my life.

♥ I am grateful that a far away friend and former blogger responded to my emails after several months of no contact and seems to be doing very well, feeling very happy and life is looking up for her. In the midst of all the chaos that has occurred here on The Blog this past week it is good to hear that for some of the people who pass through this odd international community, behind the dark clouds is a silver lining and sometimes good people get a reward of some sort.

♥ I am grateful, I suppose, for the recent insights into some of the people I had once called my good friends, yet they were not and I needed to accept that and move on, cutting them loose and leaving them behind like an anchor stuck at the bottom of the ocean holding me in place.

♥ I am grateful for my health, such as it is. I have a family member who has struggled with increasingly severe health problems for over 10 years now. I have another who appears to have leukemia. As pathetic as I am, I have people in my workout class who can hardly seem to move their bodies at all, let alone keep up with the rest of us. I may be an athlete in sad shape, but I'm still an athlete.

♥ I am grateful that I live in a country that appears to be on the verge of waking up from a long drug-induced sleep before things get as bad as they have in England and France and Germany, where they waited until things were so bad that their leaders now face a monumental task in trying to dig their way out of a mountain of corruption, entitlements, taxes, and despair, and where the gap between their leaders views and their citizens views is as far as Heaven is wide. We may have an enormous problem here in this country, and we sure as hell do, but we are finally seeing leaders emerge and fight their way to the front to stand up and take control of this situation. We may get out of this yet, although there is still a long way to go and a lot of pain yet to come.


So I guess that's it. I had no idea what I would write when I started, and I sure as hell didn't expect it to turn out like it did, but I made it. I managed to find 5 things that I am grateful for. What about you? What are you grateful for?

Grateful

Working Out by Falling Flat on My Face

I meant to do that

Well, I worked out again today. And I was just as weak and lousy as Monday. I had even promised the trainer that I would be better on Wednesday than I was on Monday, but clearly I lied. I sucked wind SOOOO badly. I was surrounded by beautiful girls and all I could think was "quit using up all the air in here! I need it."

This has been a lousy week so far. I haven't gotten enough of anything accomplished. I seem to have the organizational skills of a stereotypical dumb blonde. Meanwhile, several blondes are kicking my ass in my workout class, including the blonde trainer.

My Trainer

My trainer has blonde hair, blue eyes and a tiny little girlie voice like a doll, and yet she is all ripped muscle and kicks my ass in workout after workout. I have no pride left. I don't even care anymore.

Next month they are closing the locker room for renovations. So that means the men have to shower in the 'Family Locker Room' which I don't even know where that is. I don't know if they are renovating the womens' locker rooms at the same time, but if they are then that puts us all in that family locker room together, and you know that won't go over well with the women.

First of all, the women don't want the men seeing them naked, because they know we want to.

Secondly, the women don't want to see the men naked because, lets be honest, no one wants to see that. We don't even want to see each other's junk and we've all got the same stuff. It's a mostly unspoken rule in the men's locker room that you don't walk around naked for too long or someone is going to yell at you because it's ugly.

So I did lousy at my workout today. This time, though, the trainer didn't come over to me after class to see if I was OK and talk to me. At one point I had actually deluded myself into thinking she was repeatedly talking to me because she found me attractive. But then I noticed that she didn't seem overly thrilled when I asked her about the songs she was playing and offered to provide some cool tunes by The Heavy. That's when I noticed that all our conversations were about whether or not I was going to be alright or die from a heart attack in her class.

SLAM!

I would have thought that after 7 months of doing this exhausting workout I would be a lot better at it by now. Apparently not, though. Chronic lack of sleep seems to play a role in not improving and I have that in spades. No matter how hard I try to get myself into bed and asleep by a decent hour something always seems to pop up and take a shocking amount of my time and then suddenly its way late.

Did I mention my problem with a lack of organization skills?

Wait, what are we doing?

Movie

I have a question for you.

What is your favorite movie of all time?

I love "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"

  "Kung Fu Hustle" 

          "Tobacco Road"

     and 

                     "Topper"

Kung Fu Hustle

I Had Not Heard

So am I the only person in the universe who didn't know that Amy Winehouse is dead? I honestly had no idea. Sadly, it comes as no big surprise.

Monday

I had intended to make my first post after returning from vacation a series of photos and maybe some video from the beach, but as all of that is on my laptop and I am nowhere near my laptop, it'll have to wait.

It's cloudy today, which has cooled things off nicely. That's a real relief after a week burning in the July sun at the beach. At least we had the ocean there, but now that I'm home again there is no ocean to jump into when the heat gets to be overwhelming. And the air conditioning in my car hasn't been all that good lately. I probably need to go have it recharged.

Today is another bodypump class. I haven't been in a week and a half. I'm not enthused about going today, and if anyone were to call me up and say, "let's do lunch" I'd skip out on class and go eat some very unhealthy restaurant food instead. Yes, I know I'm a bad athlete, but I've been a bad athlete for awhile now. That's how I ended up in bodypump class in the first place.

Depending on how humiliating my workout is today I may update this post with more information. Otherwise, I've just farted and judging from the way it is fogging up the windows in my office I suspect I need to go have a sit-down on the toilet.

Cheers!

Where I'm At



A bad day on the beach is better than any sort of day anywhere else



I Met A Man

I met a man who had no head.

I said to the man, "why aren't you dead?"

He said to me,

"I really should be."

And so I shot him

Injustice

He’s climbing in your windows
He’s snatchin your people up
Tryna rape em so y’all need to




Hide your kids, hide your wife

Hide your kids, hide your wife

Hide your kids, hide your wife

And hide your husband

Cuz they’re rapin errbody out there
You don’t have to come and confess

We’re lookin for you
We gon find you
We gon find you

So you can run and tell that,
Run and tell that
Run and tell that, homeboy
Home, home, homeboy

We got your t-shirt
You done left fingerprints and all

You are so dumb
You are really dumb–for real