A Funny Little Blog

I'm an anticipation kind of girl.

For example, my favorite day of the year is Christmas Eve. That's right. I said Christmas Eve.Why? Well, because, for me, it's a time of peace, gathering with those we love, and just enjoying that special silence where the world seems to crackle and tingle with anticpation.

That being said, looking forward to things keeps me focused on the positive. It keeps me a pretty happy personality. Happy, but not in denile. We (military spouses/families) live with a constant, quiet form of dread. Whether we're dreading long hours (My Sailor is currently home and conscious for 2 hours a night), lengthy (and in our case, silent) deployments, or the onset of the "If I don't do it myself, it won't get done" mentality (which is the reality when you're flying solo, but not entirely healthy in a partnership), there is always something equally as aweful to look forward to as well. 

But when I can choose to put all that on the back burner and look forward to and celebrate the Good Stuff.



Source: Team Voice Blog
I was dreading Father's Day, and it turned out to be very much like just any other Sunday. As usual, the dread was worse than the actual day.
I spent the day catching up on housework, grooming Odin (which, let's face it, is a job in and of itself - I got a full grocery bag full of white fluffy Great Pyreneese wool), and watching the Padres Game at a local sports bar.  (They Won!)
My mother and brother were at the game in person, so it was nice to be there 'in spirit'. 
I had a drink for me and raised a quiet toast:
"To the Great Dad's With Us today.
The great Dad's yet to be,
And the great Dad's that were....
Oh... and F*ck Cancer."

Today, the gym took me to a new high. One exciting thing, I maxed out on back squats today.
I can now back squat about 150 lbs.
Gotta admit, I was a little surprised by that. Not that it was low, but I was thinking "maybe about 116lbs." Go figure!
One of my favorite chuckle moments in the gym is when I'm doing cleans (or any other lift that requires me to get it from below my chest to over it). If I don't do it just right, I basically end up catching the bar on my boobs. Thankfully, they are mostly fat, so it doesn't hurt. (Too bad they aren't made of muscle! They could just throw that bar right up there! Then again...that would be weird. Probably the kind of crazy
stuff you see in anime...Anyway). One day, TrainerGuy was coaching me to keep the bar as close to my body as possible so I'm going straight up, rather than up, out and back in.
Well... there is only so much "Straight up" I'm capable of.
As he said once in passing, "It's just a biomechanical issue."
Yup. A Biomechanical issue called boobs.

So when I saw the above picture posted in my Disney runner's blog, I had to pass it along.
Granted, I have yet to draw blood, cry, crawl, or puke (any substantial amount), in the gym, I think this can be taken to just about any point in life.
I mean, there are some days I just want to hide under the covers and scream, "IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS!" We all have those days, when chores seem overwhelming, the dread creeps in and wants to take over.
But then, slowly but surely, I start chipping away at the to-do list. I step back and look and where I was vs where I am, and I find that, ya know what? Life is pretty good.
 I'd like to be done with my book and articles by now, but I'm not yet.
I'm still chipping away at them and I'll get 'em in before the deadlines.
Everyday I work on them a bit more.

Afterall, it's amazing what you can accomplish,
when quitting isn't an option.