The Life

Being unemployed brings out the declutter bug and poor man's interior design in me. That being moving furniture from room to room. I found an old list of "to do's" and weirdly I had already done a lot of them. (it was an old list) Currently I'm researching how to tone down a paint color that is already on a wall. Obviously I need a job.

I have a feeling I will get a job interview soon. Not because I have this awesome resume and the economy did a masterful rebound. It's something much more simple. I have a cold sore. In the next couple of days it will look totally sweet. That will be the day I have the interview.

Oh......I found out the REAL reason I lost my job. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why they fired me. Sure....blame it on my performance. Yes I suck at writing up bank deposit tickets (because that is SO hard) Well, I was driving by the place last Thursday and what do I see? The car of the lady that had the job before me. Yes, she is back. Seems things didn't work out in Nevada for her husband. The work dried up (he's a union electrician). After some sleuthing I find out that she emailed the owner to let him know that she is coming back to town and if he see's her resume online that's why. (huh?) That's nice. I get canned the next day. (she's done this thing before) I was really pissed that my co-worker (who I consider a friend) didn't tell me this until I prompted her. Even getting that information was hard. People say I have a lawsuit, but I'm not interested and I think that's a pretty weak and frivolous suit. I feel better knowing that I'm not a complete failure. I'm pissed they made me think I was. That is cruel.

I also found out that the economy is starting to hit them where it hurts. Can't say that I'm unhappy about that. Actually it makes me smile and think happy thoughts. Especially when the owner of the company is all consumed by money. It does suck when your life is all about money and nothing else. Sure he can preach about looking towards GOD in hard times. I don't buy it in his case. He doesn't have a spiritual bone in his body. Everything he does he looks for validation from GOD. With every check he writes to a charity he thinks it's one more gold star for him. With his preaching of his love and comfort of GOD he thinks he get's another nod from above.

I don't think it works that way. Then again I haven't been "born again" with the new rules.

I have to volunteer now! Which is going to get ME a new pound on the scale. I just can't turn down a good pancake(s) with my daughter at school. Life is hard today.

Ciao!

well

that's one way to lose weight.

I got the virus. It's on the East Coast. It's the vomit/big d virus. Basically you vomit and sit on the toilet. When there is nothing left in your system you walk around the house like a old man whose been beaten up with the chills, or sweats and you try your best to sleep. I've lived off gatorade for the past day (1/2 gallon) and that's it. I can stand a little food, but not a meal. My house is a mess with lots of dirt bunnies. My children want to know why I walk around so slow. I've watched 3 hours straight of "Tom and Jerry". I would of prefered "Spongebob". I begged David to sleep in my bed last night. He decided that I could sleep and he would wrestle the pillow. Every once in a while he would "read" up on the directions of wrestling. These directions could be found in the Holy Bible next to our bed. This was quite amusing. When daddy came home from scouts David hid the Bible in the pillow. He is too funny.

My trail/mud run

The trails were a mud pit. It was a mess. I did manage to snap some great pictures. The best are of the dog.
Lovin her element here.

She should be on the cover of "Hunter and Dog". If there were such a magazine.

Not much else. The weather is crappy, still going to they gym 3x a week, still eating girl scout cookies, no jobs on the horizon, blah, blah, blah.

Finally

I am sore. Not that sore, but still sore. I think it's more of running on frozen ground than the intesity of the run. Today I'm just doing a trail walk with the dog and taking my camera to get some nice scenic shots.

I had the worst nightmare last night. Explain this. I went back to work for the company that canned me. I told them I wanted no one to come into my office and/or talk to me ever. They needed me because no one was doing my job. Then I had to go to my Endocronologist appointment Thing is .... I walked there. I walked 10 miles there. Then I ran into the organic market which ....I don't know but something weird happened. They were selling icecream in big boxes and then someone chased us. I don't know who the us is. Someone got stabbbed (this stuff probably relates to me watching "24") and then I forget. The real nightmare is working at that company.

I feel dirty.

Yesterday and Today

Why aren't I sore from working out? Yesterday I did 30 min on some sort of eliptical machine at level 5 (major hills) and I have no pain today. It was painful on the legs at the time. After the workout I ate everything in the house.

Yesterday I went shopping at Walmart. I hate Walmart. I don't know what it is about Walmart that I hate. Part of it is the people. The shoppers are just plain rude. They won't move their carts for you. They will sit there while you wait, look at you, and not even try to move their cart so you can get through. At one point Julia and I waited at the end of an isle for 3 minutes while some women looked at the valentines day cards. They seemed to enjoy holding us up. People walk really slow in Walmart or they cut you off at top speed also. Walmart doesn't smell fresh either. It always has a stale odor to it. BUT, when you are on a tight budget Walmart is the best. I even cut coupons before I left. I got some thick Nivea cream for $4.37 that the drug store charges $6 for. For either price the cream rocks.

Today I went on a trail run with the dog.

My goal was 15 min out and then come back. Brandy has no endurance. Then again she went out for 50 retrieves against the current yesterday so maybe she is tired. I was pleasantly surprised in MY running endurance. The trails were not good. Running on frozen mud takes a toll on your lower legs. I had a lot of energy and was rarely tired or out of breath. Could be the walks on the ice part of the trails. Or it could be me sliding and falling down on my ass on an ice hill. I sure that was comical if there had been someone to see it. I have a feeling the dog was laughing.

I desperately need new sneakers. I can only purchase them if I get back into running. (my rule) Since I want new sneakers I have to run. After today I don't think that will be a problem.

All in all a good day.

2 days in a row. I went back to the gym this morning and increased my treadmill time by 15 minutes. Repeated yesterday's workout with power walking on the highest incline and "sprints" at a higher rate. I did the last two (2 minute) sprints at 8:34 mph. Which is totally off my normal 7mph sprints, but I have to work back up to that.

I increased my bike time by 10 minutes. I would of stayed longer, but I was having chaffing issues. You cannot ride a bike in running shorts. It just doesn't work.

I almost fell off the treadmill on my cooldown. I was wiping the sweat off my face and lost my balance. Thankfully the runner next to me caught my arm. He was very on top of his surroundings.

We laughed at the old man who walked by us earlier with a cigar in his mouth. My saviour is bringing a big mac with him next time on the treadmill and I will bring a carton of smokes.

One interesting fact. Regarding yesterday. I didn't call my friends up and say "hey, listen to what happened to me" nor did I mention it to my husband. It really was a non-issue. I was done with it after I posted it.

Last night David and I were talking about the man in his head. (totally weird, but he is 4) out of the blue he tells me he "hates that mean boy in his swim class" I ask if it was Luke. "no, that other one" Which is xboyfriends kid. Seems he is not nice to David. So I say, "well his mom doesn't like me, do I care" David looks at me and says "no". So why should you care? "yeah, your right, I don't" Then he asked if he could kick him. I explained no and to just ignore the kid. I just hope he doesn't go up to the kid and say his mom hates his mom.

I'm more concerned with the man in his head. A little man who talks to him. What the hell is that?

wtf

I worked out today. The first workout in a long time. Nothing big. Treadmill jog for 20 minutes on an incline and some bike work. I must of picked the wrong workout thing on the bike because it was totally boring and too easy.


Sooo. My son has swim lessons. I haven't been to his swim lessons since September. My exboyfriend's kid has always had swim lessons the same time as my son. They have never been in the same swim class. I realized this summer that it was his child and his wife was there while I was working out and/or watching David. His other child is on the swim team with Julia. They used to swim in the same practice until I moved Julia to a harder practice. So I know who is wife is. I guess I ignore her. I usually don't chat up other mom's at the gym. I either workout, watch my kids, text on my phone or balance my checkbook. I made a friend last year while watching David swim and we just talked about LOST and her bible group.

I've only seen my x once there. He said "hi" I said "hi" and that was it.

Today after my workout I take David out of child care and into the family area. Ex's wife and her kid enter. We end up going into the pool together and I realize my son has moved up into her kid's swim class. Once we get back in the viewing area she sits down and I put mine and D's stuff in a swim locker. I sit down on the same chair/bench/viewing area as she is. Not on top of her or anything. It's just one of the viewing areas where the kids are. She looks at me, get's up and moves to the chairs and viewing area that is 20 ft from me. WTF? I'm one of those people who could give a shit AND I'm one of those people (a girl) who likes to figure out things. What was the point of that? Are we in middle school? It's not like I follow her and him around town. Hell last night she followed me up to the pool viewing area to check out the swim team folders. I'm thinking I should of been a bitch and not held the door for her.

Honestly, I would wonder about this even if I didn't know who she was. Do I smell from my workout? Most likely I would be thinking "what a bitch, who does she think she is?" The only difference is I made this a post instead of a 1 line item. It's pointess, but still makes me think WTF?

My arms hurt from ice sledding. Who knew?