Do or do not....there is no try.
If I apply Yoda's advice to my life today, I totally get an F.
Remember how impressed y'all were about all my cardio on Sunday? Don't be.
I did not make it to the gym yesterday.
I did not make it this morning.
In light of the inclement weather headed my way, I will not be going this evening, either.
I am a lame-o.
However....there is a lasting result of all that exercise on Sunday.
I am so damn sore I am walking like a penguin and making incoherent sounds when I have to lift something heavy.
Like a pen.
Speaking of how much I suck, let's not talk about my Jaywalker that I was all gung ho about yesterday.
Oh, ok. We'll talk about it.
Yeah, um, so, uh, I decided.....that I really want to keep and be able to wear my first pair of hand knit socks and not give them to my sister, and they were way too big for me so....I kindasortafroggedbackalittlebittomakethemfitmeandnowhavetore-dotheheel. Ahem.
I know you are disappointed in me. I know I annoy you with my quest for "FIRST PAIR OF SOCKS PERFECTION". I look at it this way though....I am the one doing the knitting, and I want to do it RIGHT. If I don't mind, no big deal. Plus, I did good...I didn't frog them all the way. Just a smidge. I'll be back on track tonight and hopefully finished by Sunday. That's my goal.
Do or do not. There is no try.
Um, Yoda? Do we HAVE to apply that to the Jaywalkers?
I may suck at making socks, but I kick ass at cooking. Last night I was home alone while Brian was at the Galactic show. I whipped up some shrimp risotto with artichoke hearts and a nice green salad. It was delicious, and why yes, I am bragging. I also cannot even read the word "risotto" without thinking of Gordon Ramsay.
Yes, the risotto made for a lovely evening, and the night would have been perfect if it weren't for one thing. What was it, you ask? Why, it was Sampson getting off his leash and RUNNING DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET DURING TRAFFIC.
Somehow, his leash wasn't latched securely on to his collar. He took off running, looking back at me over his doggie shoulder, down the middle (not the side, not one lane or the other) of the main street I live off, during the 5 o'clock rush- home traffic, where that street is used as a shortcut for women in massive SUV's who come barreling over the hill with no concern for speed or safety......anyway....after I stood in the street screaming his name and starting to cry, and not chasing after him like he wanted me to, he came running back towards me, went to the front porch, sat his ass down, and started to shake all over because he was scared. It was traumatic for both of us. I had visions of some asshole coming over the hill and creaming my baby.
Dude. I am getting upset just thinking about it.
In order to settle down, I had a
GIGANTIC teensy glass of Pinot Grigio and settled in for a quiet evening. As I sat on the couch, I thought HOLY SHIT I cannot believe I polished off that entire bottle of wine about how much that damn dog means to me and vowed never ever ever to go outside with him again without checking the leash-collar connection 2495647367086801513 times.
Go hug your puppies or kitties or bunnies or snakes or birds or whatever pets you have and tell them you love them and value ever single second you have with them. If you don't have pets, I suppose a significant other/child/spouse will suffice.