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Thank you for stopping by my place for some tea. During tea time I like to chat about any old thing on my mind... So pull up a chair, place your napkin across your lap, take a sip from your cup (but be careful, it might be hot) and feel free to join in.

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Working for the day when I don't have to, "Suck IT in!"

I made it! 85 days! ... left. :(

i have 85 days left of P90X, and today was the workout entitled, "Yoga X" otherwise know as, "you fu@kin' little bi7ch! you can suck a$$! i hate your shitty guts!!!"

or something along those lines. it is without a doubt the most difficult of ALL the workouts. it hurts and i can't breath and my hands get blister. I HATE IT!

but i know it will pay off in the end and pain is only weakness leaving the body...

YEA RIGHT!

all i can say is, "it better freaking pay off cause this crap aint worth it!"

i'm sorry... i have become the epitome of blind rage since i started working out. my fiance is afraid to look at me. but, i feel better now and i think i can go on with this next bit of news.

Lent started yesterday with Ash Wednesday and I am giving up sweets... (what Catholic women doesn't?) also though, i would like to take my family to adoration of the Blessed Sacrament every friday for an hour...

(ok, so i know i just got finished cussing like a sailor, but i'm not telling you to go to church... i'm a human freakin' being! GET OFF MY BACK!!!)

(breathe... calm... serenity... peace... 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9... ahhh... much better)

so those are the two major things that i wanted to write about, also... i guess, my fiance and i are trying a new bribery system to get our kids to listen to us. both of my older girls go to dance class on the weekends so they have a certain number of,  "T's" that equal timeouts, if they loose all their, "T's" then they loose a star for the day, they get one star for each week day, if they loose all their stars they can't go to dance class.

WTF???

what ever happened to corporal punishment. i remember my mother throwing a freakin' shoe at me and i turned out just fine...

hold on, give me a second, i have to wait till the vein in my neck goes down or i'll suffocate.

30 minutes later...

Till next time,
Tea Time

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