pool

Yeah Yipppeeeeee.............I am on my way out the door and into the pool......
nothing, and I mean nothing feels as good as doing my grand dive off the starter block ( only two older ladies watching).....and slicing into the warm waters of my little towns pool.........
The ladies give me a score on my dive....usually an 8....sometimes a 9............................
When my back was sore I only scored a 4........its okay though........I still made it to the Pool...
one day I will explain my attachment to our little 25 meter pool.............................
Okay, after the slice, I slowly warm up with a bit of freestyle.................trying to pace myself, and YES, trying to remember to kick.....................after a brief warm up, I pretend......I am in the olympics, and some little Australian is right in my peripheral and I have to pull harder, kick like mad...I have to win...My Dad is watching...my coach, my family.......agggghhhhhhhhhh, no time to breathe....one more stroke and then a quick breathe...my arms ache but frick the end is right there.......Pull harder.....then slam into the end........quick look........yessssssssssssssssss....the little Australian was a whole whooping quarter of a second to freaking slow......I won............but I must be gracious........shake hands...try to breathe...sputter, cough, shake, shake, "good swim" I say pretending I can breathe............now I looke...look.....and look....did my Dad see??????......where the hell is he..............I spot him..........thumbs up............from my Dad.......I love this moment...
I feel warm, I did something...I am good in my Dads eyes....I pull myself out of the pool and quickly, but not to quick make it to the bathroom stall and finish what started a half hour before the race....nervous gut....nervous, nervous, nervous.............another race done......

Oh yeah, I am not there...I am almost a middle age woman who can only get 30 laps done, and that is with great mental..." I can do it", "only 10 more", ...............self encouragement................
well off to the pool.........

In my town

Just a little experiment I want you to be a part of......

I am curious what things cost in other obscure and not so obscure places in the world......

In my town:(Canadian dollar)

Gas is 86 cents a litre

Loaf of Brown bread is 3.49

pail of ice cream 5.49

Gym membership 37.00 a mon.

Hotel room 112.00 per night

Loreal hair color 12.00

news paper 1.00

4 ltr. milk 5.60

my electric bill. 80.00 per month

movie ticket 12.00 adult.

Big bag dog food 12.99

case of pepsi 5.49 if on sale 3.99

garbage pick up 18.00 per month

public swimming 5.00 adult

internet 29.95 per month

bottle of tylenol 6.00

I am just curious.....a bit dorky, geeky, and curious..........

some women

ahhh...there are some women whom I despise.....

its just there are some woman......

Number one......my previous partner at work.......

We shall call her the "gossip snake"...

yes she is a snake...it made me sad, embarrassed, and angry to be forced (my job )

to endure her twittering about others lives....

on occasion (as I observed) she would slither from one person to the next with a low almost whispering(hissing) of a voice and enquire if so and so's husband (the cheater) is back at home with so and so (the poor thing).............This is the kind of woman who reprimands you if you choose not to answer your phone (I hear it ring, I look at the call display, I sigh, I move to the farthest part of my home so I cant feel the negative words, judgements and crap stream through the phone)........oh yes and there is the berating if I was privy to some nugget and kept it to my self......"How come you didn't tell me?"...."I cant believe you didn't phone me"...etc. etc. etc.

The funniest thing is this snake is in her early 50's.........I assumed maturity and quality would take hold of your life by that age.........I was wrong...we are what we are............

I am happy to report I no longer work with the venomous viper. I do on occasion take an overtime shift and have snake heart as my partner. I can deal with it in small doses, in fact its humorous to watch the coil, the strike, the spit of a snake.........................

I feel lost.

I feel alone

I pay the bills (when I can)

I try to keep things in order

I watch my weight

I love my children (only one left at home)

I am alone

I am tired of responsibilities

I want to rip it up

I want to read

read till sleep

I want to eat

Eat till purge

I want to exercise

exercise till I drop

I want to run

start fresh

I dread the shopping

I go without

I clean my house

I throw it away

Ms. Fitness on T.V.

AHHHH my mouth hung open as I watched Ms Fitness on some sports channel...................

I want to hold up my entire weight with one hand.......

At the moment if I was to try I am sure my radius, ulna, and maybe even humerus would snap into a million pieces.......(giggle at the visual I just got)............

But WOW....I want to be able to do that......

I am fit.....strong, yes.......but I think I may want to take it to another level.......

I do not want to be built like a man...( I like having boobs).....but the strength these women demonstrated excited me.........

Yesterday I spiced up my work out.....a wee bit more with the weights........a stop at the lat pull,

and yes...I am on my way..........

This morning it hurts to type........owwweee........it really hurts.....I am off to the pool in a few minutes and perhaps will have to make a pit stop in the hot tub before i do my laps....and yes, after my laps as well...........wish me luck...........

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First blog entry...BLA BLA BLA

This is my first blog entry....bla bla bla...feel good...blah...outlet....bla....bla bla......Connect...
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The brutal truth is that I am bored stiff.............
I have always wanted a blog.....to splay my private thoughts out for the other cyber losers to see and critique.......My wish has come true.........
I recently underwent minor surgery which has left me with "6 weeks" away from my beloved career of choice (said somewhat condescendingly)...So now I have time, precious
time, to fill, waste, enjoy, pass, use constructively.............AHHHHH Time...........................
The highlight of my day is my SCRABBLE moves on Facebook...I know there is nothing wrong with this, but I am left with an empty feeling when all six games are done....Thank the Lord for my boyfriend and my aunt or I wouldn't even have that......I often wonder if they play just for me or if the like it.
At week two I got back on the treadmill.....not running but a brisk walk you could say...
I barely break out in a sweat, but I suppose its better than nothing, oh and yes, I am back in the pool..I cant do my laps but I can fart around in the deep end with water weights and join in the gossip circle which I truly despise.....Yes I am moving foreword in my recovery.............
I am cooking more........I wont pretend I like it, but I am doing it more....I have downloaded every song I have ever heard, let alone liked off of L#me#$r&. My lovely home is clean, really clean....well except for the hall closet.......I am saving it for when I do go over the edge of boredom......
My thought is that I will be able to blog to pass time......constructively that is............
The use of language, words, adjectives, incomplete sentences, all of that cant hurt the brain.