Shake Shake Shake

Notes from the Universe (thanks Booyah!!!) told me to shake shake shake this morning. While I do tend to dance around my condo ESPECIALLY when KC and the Sunshine Band are on, there is someone in my household who does it so much better than I ever could -

This weekend also included some stellar card making!!

Birthday card for Jody - shhh, don't tell her!!

Birthday card for NA -

I can see clearly now....

the whine has gone.

Periodically, I like to indulge in whining. Generally speaking, this whining is kept between me and Mom or me and the people I chat on messenger with. With the advent of this blog, the whining has become more public and for that, I would like to apologize.

I am not (usually) a whiny person. I am a pull yourself up by your boot straps, put on your big girl pants, and deal with it kind of girl. I realized, looking back at some of my blogs, that I am allowing my inner whiner to replace my outer kickasser and I don't want all of you avid readers of my blog (you know you're out there) to think that is who I am. So, I apologize. Not for the whining, but for the repeated whining, everyone deserves a down day. However, repeated whining gets you no where, the squeaky wheel doesn't get the grease, it gets off its squeaky ass and gets its own grease.

I have a metaphorical lemon drop martini and I know how to use it.

This weekend is shaping up to be busy, I have to go to the gym tonight (and gym, I will). Tomorrow, I have to drop Millie off for beauty parlor day, pick her up for therapy day at the old folks' home, then I am off to a birthday cookout, finishing up my day at an NMSU alumni Mexican and Margarita potluck. I have been assured that my presence at the potluck will allow me to try the "perfect margarita". I certainly hope so. Sunday, I will gym again (that's how I roll) and get all my errands run.

I hope everyone has a good weekend and I leave you with this utter cuteness -

The whining

OMG, the endless whining.

Yes, I am talking about me.

Recently, I have whining and and eeyoring ALOT.

This morning, I read Booyah's blog. She has been handed some serious shit recently and yet, she is bouncing back and I am, well, whiny. Then I see the difference between her blog and mine and she is all about going out with her friends and doing things and I am all about sitting on my couch and whining about how my life sucks. Do we see a problem here? I know I do!!

So, here in lies the issue.

How does one motivate one's self to go out when one is whiny. How does one make themselves more like the inimitable Booyah, out there taking lemons and turning them into lemon drop martinis.

This is my challenge.

Accept invitations from friends, stop being so freakin' WHINY, and recognize that sometimes life sucks and when it does, you can't let it get you down, you slam your lemon drop martini and yell YEE HAW.

This blog brought to you by the makers of a slap upside the back of the head. Thanks, Booyah, you are just what I need these days!!

Nothing to talk about?

Maybe I am dumpy mcdumperson. I can't think of anything to blog about.

I went to training.
Millie is good.
The shortsale is progressing.
I am still fat.
I keep saying I need to workout more, but I don't have anyone to motivate my workouts.
I am not so sure I want to get out there and date since I am so fat.
Work is work.

I don't know, maybe I need a swift kick in the ass. My friend, Kristin, works out a ton and looks amazing, you would think that would motivate me. Instead, I get whiny and dumpy.

I think it all goes back to the condo. *shakes fist at sky*

Maybe I should just move, regardless of the condo and get on with my life. I hate being in a holding pattern, I am not a holding pattern kind of girl.

This whine brought to you by the makers of the "new" Whiny Gekko. Stay tuned for Cranky Gekko and in 2011, Fit Gekko.

So long, farewell, auf weidersehen, good night

Headed to West "by God" Viriginia this weekend for a week of punching people (defensive tactics), reckless abandonment (albeit not as reckless and some years were), and classroom boredom (SITC overview, really?).

Have fun!!

Re-entering the dating pool

Every once in a while, I like to dust myself off, pretty myself up, and attempt to re-enter the dating game. Last time I did this, I ended up on a date with someone who told me that he was a Nazi in his past life. Needless to say, there was no date #2.

Enter match.com.

I uploaded a couple pictures of me, typed up a witty and pithy assessment of myself and my life and actually PAID for the membership. To take it a step further, I even promised my friend Susan that I would either wink at or email one guy a week.

Enter "the player".

He winked at me, I sat on it for a couple days, decided life is not lived without a little risk, and sent him an email. He immediately emailed me back and told me to hit him up on his phone. This, to me, just screams "player". So, why am I subjecting myself to this? He's cute, plain and simple and I am a total sucker for the cuteness. I know I am setting myself up for disaster, but what's life without a little mayhem.

Stay tuned for tales from the dating world.