Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Tuesday Tidbits...complete with farted gumdrops.
-I farted gumdrops this morning. And let me just say it’s been a long time since anything resembling shugah came out of this ass. Here’s why. Tuesdays are weigh in days for me and I’m down another 2 pounds. Go me, right? I might even spend the entire day lounging around in Care Bear Land…after I work out of course.
-I don’t often think about what Rambo realllly does at work at the prison so it comes out in my dreams. I had a horrible dream last night about the prison and Rambo being tortured and then they killed him in front of me. I woke up screaming. Gawd – I hate those.
-Speaking of Rambo, this morning I got in my car and our wedding song started playing. Awww. He had set the CD to start when I got in. I got to work and there was an email from him with a not so subtle, “How was your ride in to work today lover?” Yes dear…I heard it. Thank you. He’s so proud of himself.
-Rambo injured his knee hauling hogs the other day and even went to the doctor for it. However, he hasn’t missed a single workout. He is done drinking soda too when he used to drink probably at least a 6 pack a day. I’m so proud of him.
-PETA. What do you think of that organization? I no likey. In regards to hogs anyway. One of the other drivers had a pig who wouldn’t move for him so he gently grabbed its ear and moved its head about 60 degrees to the left so that he could maneuver the pig out the door of the trailer. That move – that gentle pull of the ear – got him kicked out of that plant for 1 month. He cannot haul hogs for 30 days because of that “cruelty”. Mind you – 30 seconds later – that pig was shot in the head. UGH. Because this guy can’t haul hogs for 30 days, Rambo got up at 4am to work a full shift at the prison and the minute he is out he’ll get in the semi and drive 6 hours to haul hogs. He won’t be back home until close to 11pm. Thank you, PETA. Please suck my left TITA.
-I no longer drink soda. Day 14 of the New Year and the addiction is broken. Holy shitballs, right? No – this does not mean that I don’t crave it 24/7 or still wish I had an IV drip of constant streaming Mt. Dew.
-I have worked out 13 times this year for a total of 513 minutes and 3291.5 calories. Again on Sunday night, I pre-cooked enough meals for Rambo and I for the week. 4oz of chicken, brown rice, veggies and a small dip of low cal gravy. All packed up and ready to grab each morning. We are seriously kicking ass. This weekend we went to Pizza Hut as a family. Rambo and I ordered SALADS before our pizza came! Did you fall off your chair? I mean, did you? Hence – both he and I only had 1 pc of pizza. And we ordered water. Probably never ever in all of our lives has that happened. Like ever. (Thank you Taylor Swift.)
-I wore fishnet stockings to work yesterday with a dress. The thing is that they were thigh high fishnet stockings with intricate lace at the tops. I felt like I was hiding some dirty little whore-ish secret all damn day just because my fishnets ended at the tops of my thighs instead of at my belly button. It made me laugh all day at how dumb I can be sometimes.
-I want to end by saying that no less than 5 people have stopped to tell me they love my Valentine’s tree. The “love tree" as it has been dubbed by the romantics. By the sarcastic folks – it is the “VD tree” (venereal disease you know? I work with some really mature people. LOL) So far – all the commenters of the love tree have been MEN. Yup. No lie. Men are really just all gooey and squishy in the middle. They can’t even try to hide it. I’m on to them.
Posted by the gumdrop farting Skittle bathing ♥ Drazil ♥ at 7:47 AM