I want beef jerky

Yes, this has made it’s way around, but it’s one that I love. Every time.

“Horriblescope”

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it just seems to make sense. Taken from free will astrology:

Gemini Horoscope for week of February 19, 2009

“Opportunities multiply as they are seized,” wrote Sun Tzu in The Art of War, an ancient Chinese book about success strategies to pursue in tough times. Now I’m conveying this idea to you, Gemini, as you enter one of the most opportunistic phases of your astrological cycle. What else can you do to get yourself in the right groove? First, adopt a perceptive, receptive attitude that attunes you to budding possibilities. Next, respond expeditiously to every little invitation that appeals to you. Finally, keep in mind that luck tends to happen to those who have done the hard work to generate it.

Friday Five, on Saturday

Been a while. Thought I’d play again:

1. This past week, were you more predator or prey?
2. Which Beatles song title could best be the title of your week? Click here for complete list of Beatles songs!
3. “Roses are red / Violets are blue / ___________ / __________.” How would you complete this poem so that it described this past week?
4. How many pieces of unopened mail are sitting wherever you put your unopened mail?
5. What was the best meal of the past seven days?

1. Hmm.. I don’t really feel like I’ve been either. Maybe a predator because I worked out more this week than other weeks.  … Although nothing today, which should have been easy.

2. All You Need is Love

3. Roses are red

Violets are blue

I got surprise flowers

That made me smile for hours

4. There is no unopened mail by where I keep unopened mail. I try to sort that out right away. I open it, throw it out if it’s junk. If it’s a bill, I write the due date on the front and stick it in my “bills to pay and other crap” filing system.  If it’s a personal letter, I really want to open it right away! Those are few and far between!

5. Best meal of past 7 days. Let me think on that…I guess it would have been the team potluck we had at school. Minestrone, tamales (made with wild boar), fruits (mine!), home-made truffles, home-made guacamole, dips and sauces and delioucnesses all around. It was one of the best pot-lucks (at school) that we’ve done.  Good variety, good food.

I thought of it first

You know when you come up with an idea? And you think you should do something with it?

Well, do it. Do it now!!!

I thought of this recently (much like the old Act moutwash stuff, where it’s measured perfectly). I really should have done something with it sooner… damnit.

Biometrics

BC/BS came to work last week, for a free biometric screening. I hadn’t planned on going, since I’m going for my Well-Woman Checkup in two weeks. I have to fast for that.

The email said we could fast, but there were options if we didn’t. Since I hadn’t planned on going, I didn’t fast. I decided to go ahead anyway, right at the last minute, since there were a few “walk in” spots.

I walked in.

Had a finger prick, got weighed, measured, blood pressure taken and a consultation.

Finger prick? Not bad at all.

Weight? Several pounds higher than at home, but I had eaten and had clothes on.

Height? An inch and a half taller than what I thought. For years! When I go for my Well-Woman, I’m going to ask them to measure me again.

Blood pressure? Awesome, as always.

Then I had the consulatation to talk to me about my LDL and HDL and all those things. They’re all good.

BMI is high. I knew that. It’s disturbing to me that I’m medically overweight. Yes, I’d like to lose weight. We all would. But I don’t see myself as this huge person (except on bad days when everything else in the world is wrong). But doctors say that I’m “overweight.” Bah, whatever. I’m working on it.

I also had to hold onto this device that measured my body fat percentage. That’s what brought me down.  I don’t expect to be like Michael Phelps (by the way, I just now looked it up.  He has about 5% body fat. He’s also a freak of nature), but I’d also like my body fat percentage to be lower.

The woman who “consulted” with me was very kind (and damn skinny) and said that many women are at that range. That we don’t do enough weight-type stuff. Okay, FINE!!!, I’ve heard it enough now. I’m really going to try to get into weights more. Better.

I called K that day and she showed me some weights to do at the gym. I’m terribly intimidated, but even being there, I realized the bo-hunks are more interested in their own reflection than to care if I’m doing the right techniques or not.  So, I’m going to try. I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing.  I eat relatively well. I do some form of cardio several times a week most weeks. The Weight Loss Gods have given me enough secret signs of “do weight training!” I’ve heard them now.

I just need to stick with it.

bitches.

Sensing

I have a weird sense that something’s wrong. Or I did something wrong. Or bad things happened or will happen. It’s like a guilt in my stomach. Makes me nauseous. I’m not sure what it is or where it is coming from.

I hope it’s nothing. Hope it goes away.

But something sure is looming.

Peer Pressure, at this age, really? Wow.

Yesterday at lunch, drug talk came up. I’m not gonna lie. I’m not super expereinced in that department. Not first hand, at least. I don’t discourage it, I don’t care much about doing them. (I mean, we talked mushrooms, heroin (no one first hand), cocaine (no one first hand), pot, other random things)

There were stories of “one time in high school…” and “this one time we were all in a field…” Yeah, they’re funny stories. I do like hearing them. I don’t contribute much in lunch discussions anyway, so I wasn’t contributing much yesterday either. I laughed along at appropriate times.

V sat across from me and said, “So, _____,” she raised and eyebrow. “Have you?”

I was kinda taken aback. I thought to myself, “really? really is this being asked of me?”

I said, “what?” and kinda repeated the question at hand (keep in mind I’m keeping this tame in case names and details get out to the real world)

I said, “Yeah,” kinda in a “yeah? really is this being asked?” kind of way.

It was just so weird. I think I even said something like, “What? Am I one of the cool kids now because I have?” Seriously, I haven’t been in a situation like that in YEARS.

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I have these ideas that come to me at inopportune times. In the car, in the shower, at work.

I think I need to remember them. And I don’t. They’re right on the edge of my thoughts, just out of reach. It’s like I can almost reach them now. But not quite.

The blogs will be back. Oh, yes, they will be back.