Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Stuck in neutral....

Every day we wake up is a new chance to make things happen, to be either positive or negative and to keep moving forward. I'm not gonna lie, most days before I get out of need it feels like I got hit by a truck, but that's the downside of aging and power lifting. Every day I get up, I think today is the day I am going to get organized, get the house cleaned, take the dogs for a walk, and just have boundless amounts of energy. Then reality hits, and I don't do any of that. Why? It's not like I don't have the time. It's more that I am stuck in neutral, and can't get moving in either direction, although if I am being honest, I tend to move backwards more, it's safer I guess. I keep waiting for this magic light to pop on, and all of a sudden, things are more clear, and less intimidating. That somehow, all the clutter I need to go thru won't be so daunting. That the projects we want to get done with the house will start coming together (although that's more just the financial side of things). Sadly, I would rather spend my time training at the gym, working on clients, and hanging out with my husband and our dogs. We all tend to put off things we don't want to do, but it's time to get things taken care of. I have no problem confronting someone on some issue, but I seem to have a problem with de-cluttering my closet. Am I making excuses? Yes. Does that make me pathetic? Maybe a little. It could also be that I am a bit scared, because if truth be told, this brings to light that I am not as organized as I like to think I am. That my priorities aren't as clear as I think them to be. It's also less fun to scrub the deck, clean the basement and pull the weeds than it is to sit on the deck, on a nice summer day, with the dogs, the hubby, some wine and or beer listening to music....but in order to really enjoy the latter part of that statement, I need to get some shit taken care of.....Wish me luck.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Searching for your own "ideal"....

On any given day I am either reading or watching something that has to do with other people's ideals. Whether it be the models showing off the latest styles on the Gap website, reading the latest shit about some reality star or celebrity on some website or entering the front door of the gym. It has been a long time since I have felt good about what I look like, because I have been striving for over 30 years to look like someone else. Someone Else's "ideal". I used to think if I wished for it long enough, I would get longer legs...didn't happen. I thought if I changed my hair color all the time, one of them would finally stick, and I would somehow emerge as this supermodel...that didn't happen either. Year after year, the "ideal" has changed. One year, it's super skinny, the next, curves are okay. Brunettes and redheads were the rage a while back, then blonde's seemed to be everywhere. Tanning was the norm, then it became taboo, so being pure white was in, not for long though, people didn't like being pasty white, not "healthy" looking...When did it become lame to just look like yourself? When did the makers of Botox, and every other filler out there decide we needed to be injected to improve ourselves? When did growing old become a crime? It's been so long I have been chasing the "ideal" that once I started discovering the person I am, it was a bit scary. I don't like skinny jeans, high heels or long hair. I prefer capri leggings, t-shirts and tank tops with my cross trainers. I don't color my hair...GASP and after age 40, that's like mandatory or something I think..I haven't had any plastic surgery, or Botox. My boobs are starting to go back to mother earth and it takes more than one session on the stair climber to get my ass back in shape, but I am learning to embrace these things, well, except the stair climber, that things just evil. What I realize is if we all looked the same, how would that be any better? I continue to see so many celebrities getting Botox, and after a while they all are starting to look like Joan Rivers. I can't tell many of them apart, and that's not my idea of
"ideal"....So pardon me while I walk on a different path, one hopefully full of others that are fighting the same thing, and becoming their own "ideal"....

Monday, June 18, 2012

Courtesy, or lack of, when commenting online.....

Well, I finally broke down and got on Facebook. It only took 100 years, and since I am sure the next best thing is around the corner,  I will be the only one left on it, but hey, c'est la vie. What I have noticed is how easy it is to hurt, offend, ridicule, belittle and in general just be an asshole on it. Well, to be fair, you can do that on any public forum that allows comments. I think it's a bit easier when you post anonymously, that way you can say what you want without fear of retaliation, like someone de-friending you...lol. Sadly, I also think this is where the breakdown began with people being courteous to one another, when people stopped learning or knowing the correct way to communicate with each other, and in general, having manners. No, I don't expect us to go back the turn of the century, but I do expect people to have a bit more decorum with each other. I can respect people having different opinions from my own, I welcome that in fact, makes conversations much more entertaining. I can also agree to disagree with people, but when others feel the need to chime in their two cents and it takes on a personal note and becomes an attack, I have an issue with that. I could give a rats ass that you have over 1000 Facebook friends, or people that you think agree with every word you say, or any opinion you have. Reality check pal, out of those 1000 "friends" about 2 of them are your real ones. The other ones aren't always going to agree with what you have to say, or every thought that you have. Many of those people probably think you are an ass clown, but stay "friends" just to see what stupid shit you are going to post. Growing up, I was taught that if you didn't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. When you post hurtful things online,  and do so anonymously, it really just makes you look like a douche bag, unless that is the effect you were going for, I am not sure. With Facebook, yeah, people can see who you are, but, you still have that protective layer, which enables you to say stupid shit, regardless. As I said, I have no problems with people having different opinions from my own, but I do have a problem when you are just posting replies to people's posts just to hurt, belittle and in general,  be an asshole...besides, if you have over 1000 friends, I would think they would keep you too busy to be on the Internet posting douche bag comments......

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

What is a trainer?

What is a trainer? Easy enough question to answer right? Well, I thought so, but apparently there are different ideas of what a trainer is and should actually be doing. I always thought a trainer was someone who watched over and lent guidance to new people. Someone who shared their knowledge and expertise in a given subject or field. Someone who leads others down a path to help them learn a new position or proper form. It seems this is lost in so many areas of life. At places of employment, I see people left to their own, with a "sink or swim" mentality. Are people afraid to share knowledge with the new person for fear they might pass them over in the future? It seems sabotage is the name of the game, or at least the art of giving as little knowledge to get by and do their job, but not enough to stand out and surpass. It's sad and pathetic to be honest. I look around at the gym where I train, and I see it, day after day: bad form, no correction and little to no interaction. I suppose it makes sense, why have your client actually be successful? Then they won't be paying you any longer. In reality, all this does is make you look like the shitty trainer you actually are. If you have been working with someone, week after week, for over a year, and they haven't change one bit, I'm sorry, but that's an issue, especially when I see how poorly you are training that client. While I understand that when a client leaves the gym, you are no longer responsible, but yet, if you are educating them a lot more than you are currently, they might actually be successful, but then again, that's when they don't need you anymore. Being a successful trainer is hard, it takes time and dedication, not just a weekend certification. And as silly as this may sound, I would rather have 5 successful clients out there, that are showing the results of my educating them, rather than 25 that aren't making me look too good.....

Look, a new movie...same as the old movie....

I just read about a "new" movie coming out soon, it's called "Dredd". Funny how that sounds a bit familiar....Oh wait, it is. Yet another remake. It amazes me how the movie industry can't seem to understand why attendance is down, why people prefer to stay home and rent rather than wasting $25.00 plus for a "movie experience". They've seen all the movies before! Footloose, Total Recall etc...can we PLEASE get some original ideas rather than going back to the 80's and trying to remake the shitty ones over again? Please tell me the 80's were not the last decade a good thought ever came from! Are movie executives that convinced people really aren't smart enough to know when they are being duped? Well, probably, but that's another blog...For now, please, STOP remaking shit movies and praying that by adding some new piece of meat it will be a hit 20 plus years after the original. As soon as that starts happening, I may want to actually go and have a "movie experience" til then, I will stick with paying $3.99 to rent it, and only if I deem it worthy.....

Monday, June 11, 2012

Tired of mediocre unhappy people in the "service" industry...

Well, this will definitely feature a lot of randomness, since it's been forever and a day since I have bothered to blog. Getting pulled, or in all honesty, pulling yourself in different directions will do that to you. Also, in the act of full disclosure, I am not in a pleasant mood, so this will not be a happy rah rah blog either. Sadly, I have tried playing the glad game, but to no avail, I'm still angry, and easily perturbed. Some days I feel like I can truly get past the shortness of manners, and lack of customer service I encounter, then there are times where the shitheads just seem to pile up one after the other, and I really just want to  kick them all...hard. I know I have written about this before, so bare with me, but really, I'm getting tire of mediocre unhappy people justifying being their shitty attitude and behavior towards the outside world, and more specifically, towards me. I can't tell you how many times the past month when we have dined out, how shitty the service was, how lackluster the food tasted and in general how disappointing the experience was. Keep in mind, I have worked in the food industry since I was 15, so it's not like I have never been in their shoes. But really, how hard is it to ask someone if they want another beer, perhaps order more food or to just check in with them? Apparently pretty fucking hard when all you want to do is watch the baseball game that's playing on ALL the fucking t.v's, and ignore the people that are actually keeping them on for you. But it's not just the restaurant experiences that have me miffed. Angie's List. Great concept, and since you pay for the privilege to use the sight, you would expect the people that advertise their business on it would actually WANT the fucking business. Being told" Well, I am bidding on another job in the area, so if I get that, we can squeeze you in, because it's such a small job, one we would lose money on" is NOT something I really want to hear.  Neither is "Well, I'm glad you found someone else because you are a lot further than we really travel to". Again, why the fuck are you advertising work in my area, then upset I might actually want you to come out. It's to chop down a 100 year old oak tree that is monstrous, it's not like I can put it in the back on my prius and drive it to you dip shit. And while I am on the topic of trees, that naturally involves landscaping. My husband and I were interested in doing something with our back yard back in 2007. We contacted a reputable company, had a landscape designer come out, then tell us if we are interested in them putting something together, the cost was $500.00, which would act as a credit when and if we decided to move forward, so we agreed, gave them a check, which was gladly cashed. We received the blueprint of the plan, and were told the cost would run about $30,000. Well gee, don't really have that sitting around, so we held off, and after a few years, decided we really just wanted to put some flowers, mulch perhaps paving etc in the backyard. So, we contacted the company, and were basically told that well, they don't show ANY information regarding the transaction, so we are basically shit out of luck.  What I wonder is how a company can NOT keep records of this kind of thing. We have the check number, date  and the blueprint. We were never given  "credit slip" being told by the landscaper it would be on file. Interesting the landscaper quit a little while after that, even trying to sway us to his new company...soooo tacky...so, it looks like we have a fight brewing on our hands. What bothers me is the fact that WE are the ones that keep calling, leaving messages, and since these people don't want to deal with it, they ignore it, and hope it goes away. Sorry, but $500 is a lot of money, so your gonna have to honor your verbal contract my friend....People that don't deal well with conflict bother me. It's not like I enjoy fighting with people, but I get really tired of people that expect me to go away quietly, and pretend everything is okay. It's not, and I had too many years of being served shit sandwiches and not saying anything about it....No more....It's time people start getting called on their shit, and I for one am not going to apologize for being the first one to do just that....

Friday, May 4, 2012

When reality hits you in the ass....

I had my wake up call a few years ago, when after looking over some Christmas pictures, I started to wonder how the fuck I got so big..I then hopped on a scale, only to read the number 155. To some that's not a big number, but when you are only 5'1", it's a problem. I sat and wondered, how the hell I let myself go, and it hit me, I only saw what I wanted to see. It's amazing how much you can convince yourself of when you put your mind to it: I'm smarter than everyone, prettier and thinner than everyone, the Company I work for would fall apart if I were to leave, if Jason Statham saw me, he would fall all over himself, only to be turned down because I already have a hot husband. Anyway, as I said, that was quite a few years ago, I moved forward, lost the weight, and learned some stuff along the way. Which brings me to the reason for this post.  The past year I have been training for Powerlifting. It involves 3 lifts, squat, bench and deadlift. These are pure strength, not endurance, so large amounts of cardio can be the enemy..it kills your strength. Along with this training is the nutrition, and for a person that has dealt with food issues in the past, it's a challenge. I never want to become the fat chick powerlifter. I want to be the pretty, small strong powerlifter, and this is where I am failing. If I don't eat enough, I am weak and tired. If I eat too much, or think I have, then I am afraid of getting huge. I can't seem to win. Sadly, I started thinking I was and am looking pretty good. I have developed some pretty nice muscles in my arms and legs, and lift a fairly large amount of weight, so it's a little disheartening when you are trying workout pants on, in front of a 3 way mirror, and all of a sudden your ASS is staring right at you, tempting you to deny that it's not full of cellulite and a few sizes too big, and this is AFTER trying on size 2 dresses and getting complimented on how nice it looks on me...WTF?! I don't want to be that girl at the gym who THINKS she is in shape, all the while the rest of the people around them are wondering if her pants didn't come in a larger size. Many people wonder why I worry so much about what others think, that I should say "fuck em all" and do what I do. I wish I could, but the reality is, I am not that confident (yet) and so my fears keep holding me back. I am also 41, so I think it's time to face the truth. I have some junk in my trunk, and it's time to take it on. I can no longer think I am seeing something that isn't really there, which in this case is a perfect ass, but, I can acknowledge it, then get a plan in place....and the first thing I did was buy some work out SHORTS, yes shorts, to keep me accountable, but to also remind me of how far I have come, to celebrate the victories I have had and will continue to have, and to remind my booty I am coming for it, so get ready for a major shake up......

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Bad booty week...

Nothing to squash the confidence I have built up the past month in the booty department than having a bad booty week. Seriously, black leggings are not dark enough to cover the dent on my right ass cheek that mysteriously keeps showing up. If you are a woman reading this, you understand what I am talking about. There are just some days where you are having an awesome booty day: the pants look good, undies aren't riding into no mans land, and you feel good having people check you out. Then the bad booty fairy comes in out of nowhere and "zap" that lovely booty you were once so proud of a day ago is no longer around. What makes this happen? And what can I do to stop it? Well, my husband would look at me like I am crazy for one, since he loves how I look, then shake his head after I share my ASSault plan to tackle the issue...seems simple, overdo the hip thrusts, run like a maniac on the treadmill, 800 lunges and bench over the tops with 100 pounds. This is not realistic I know. But, it's hard when you are a powerlifter that wants to look like a fitness model. The two don't go hand in hand, at least if you want to push any weight or set records. I need to stop getting so hung up on what's behind me, kind of like letting go of the past. You can't change it, you can only move forward, well, the past anyway, the booty, well, that's another story, I can change that, but it's gonna take some time, some diet changes, and yes, a couple of hip thrusts and sprints....Nothing too crazy though, just enough to feel that my ass isn't going to attack the state I live in, and to feel good about putting non black workout pants on again.....

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Curse of the hour glass shape...

There are days I embrace my curves and others where I curse them. It's hard to have an hour glass shape in the world these days. You have a hard time finding anything to fit, and most of the time, at least in my case, looking ridiculous, or wearing the same things over and over again. Skinny jeans? What are those? Boyfriend cut? Again, not sure what your are talking about. The sad truth is, I wear a size 2 in the waist, and a size 4/6 in the legs. Another shocker, I actually have boobs. Even though gravitity (see what I did there...) is fighting me tooth and nail to pull them closer to mother earth, they do still exist. I almost think I was born in the wrong era, like the 50's were my calling, but then again, I would not have fit the mold with the hubby as the master and me staying at home to cook( what's a stove?) or raise the children (don't have any, don't want any) although the liquid lunches, hmmm, I may have been persuaded. As time marches on, it seems the hour glass shape is not accepted an longer as a body type, unless you are on Mad Men, but even that's a show that I am sure will end at one point. Where are the Jane Russells, the Marilyn Monroes? Bring back the hips and boob chicks, I am feeling a bit lonely out here, and very awkward standing in the Gap looking for jeans that fit.....

Time to stop feeling sorry for yourself...

The past few days I have been in a foul mood. I suppose preparing for taxes, both business and personal can do that to you, especially when you are not a financial wizard. It makes me want to curl up under my blankets until at all magically goes away. I get pretty close to entering severe meltdown phase, and essentially wait for my husband to pull me out of it. Poor guy, I put so much pressure on him to help me out of my moods. Anyway, I have also been feeling a bit sorry for myself, for what reason, I'm not sure. I am fortunate to have a great husband, who supports me unconditionally, who puts up with my weird food obsessions, quirky blanket cover issues and severe mood swings. I also have a roof over my head, 3 great dogs and food to eat, what the fuck do I have to feel sorry about? Nothing, that's what. I sit here, day after day, creating little issues to focus on, am I skinny enough, strong enough, have too many wobbly bits, good at my job etc...when the reality is, I need to get over myself. Fuck this worrying about what I can't control. Fuck other people's ideas of what I should look like. Fuck other people's ideas of what is strong. And fuck those people that wouldn't know a good massage if it bit them in the ass. I am sick of having these thoughts overtake my head, and letting them control how I react and interact with others. Day after day I read article after article about others who have so much other shit going on in their lives, but yet still are optimistic and power through. Powerlifters that don't focus on how much "cardio" they need to be doing, strongmen and women who don't worry about calories they are eating and countless others that don't worry about whether or not their gym pants are making their asses look too big. Instead of feeling bad about what I think I should look or act like, it's time to take a good look in the mirror and embrace what I do have going for me, no more focusing on my flaws, it's getting old (as my husband can attest to..lol). If i don't stop this train wreck, I am going to continue like this til I am dead, and seriously, how sad of a life is that to have lived, or not lived I should say....Off to workout....

Monday, April 9, 2012

Caught between a rock and a had place....

As I get older, there are days I feel where my wisdom has definitely skyrocketed, and others where I can't remember jack shit, or just choose to forget what I have learned and fall back into my old way of thinking. This happens a lot when it comes to self confidence for me. I just read about Amanda Beard, 7 time Olympic swimmer, model and all around kick ass woman, it was in response to her book she just published, and basically she let it all out: the lack of self confidence, eating issues, body image problems and it made me think: if this 7 time champion felt like she looked like shit, when in actuality she was in prime condition, what hope is there for the rest of us? I think what amazed me was just how much we really don't know about other people, and the struggles they have, especially woman. We are brought up to think we need to look a certain way, weigh a certain number, and on top of that, be smart, but not TOO smart, opinionated, but not intimidating. We can't seem to win. Magazines want "skinny but strong", and it's forgotten just how far these athletes or models have to go to accomplish that look. And in the meantime, women, like me, are buying into this image we need to accomplish ourselves. I admit it, I am still struggling with it. At my age, you would think I am finally at a comfortable place with my own image but I'm not, and it pisses me off! I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I want to be a strong powerlifter, but yet want to be able to fit in my size 2 jeans, again, which are loose in the waist, but make my legs look a bit sausage like due to their larger size...Can't win. I might as well sign up for a monthly Zuba shipment if this keeps up. The really frustrating thing is my husband LOVES my legs, how strong they are, how muscular I am in general, and yes, with a few squishy spots (curse you sweet donuts!!) He loves me, why is it so hard to love myself? I'm not asking to win Olympic medals (although that would rock), I just want to get past this idea in my head that I need to look like someone else. What's wrong with looking like me? In the mean time, I really need to figure out how to get this fucking rock out of my way....Perhaps my powerful legs ARE useful after all?

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Give an inch...get taken a mile

It becomes harder and harder at times to want to do the right thing. People make it difficult at times to believe there is really any good in them, yet I am told constantly there is. I am still waiting to see that. One area of contention for me is parking lots, and how people park there cars, especially huge SUV's. There should be a law, if you can't park it, you can't own one. i drive a smaller car, by choice, and when I park, I try to find corner spots, and park as close to the curb as possible. Apparently this is an open invitation to the dipshit brigade to park as close to me as possible, with your tires still angled, all so you can get a closer spot to the front door at the gym or the grocery store or wherever you are. How hard is it to take an extra step to back out, and pull your car in straight, and perhaps within your own parking space, they put lines there for a reason. Although it seems those are the same people that tend to think the rules don't apply to them, kind of like stop signs. I mean really, if the stop sign is outlined in white, it's optional, right? It baffles me that when you try to do the right thing, like hold a door open for someone, that person in return doesn't hold it for the person behind them, and are in fact trying to beat you to get thru it first. Seriously? Is this how you were brought up? And are these the lessons you are teaching your children? Frightening.....Taking advantage of someone else's kindness is pretty sad, and no amount of confessing at church on Sunday is going to save you from that, once an asshole, always an asshole, at least in my book...But then again, I was brought up with manners, something so lacking these days.....No more giving an inch....

Friday, March 30, 2012

Who is Tiger Woods?

I remember a while back, after the whole Tiger Woods debacle, someone asking the Dali Lama what his thoughts were regarding the whole situation, and he very seriously asked "Who is Tiger Woods?" I remember laughing so hard, I almost pissed myself. Then it made me realize just how awesome it would be to be so unaware of anything or anyone so trivial. Our society has become so engrossed in other peoples lives, it's hard to really have a serious conversation, or at least a meaningful one sometimes. When people are more concerned with what Snooki is wearing, or what Real Housewife of whatever county is saying, than they are with the real issues that affect them, it scares the shit out of me. Especially when so many of them are young, aren't they supposed to be the future of this Country? Should I really trust that the person who is texting while driving, doing who knows what with bath salts or follows Snooki on twitter is really going to know how to take care of anyone but a chia pet? And even that's questionable..poor chia pet....The information age is both positive and negative, and I would be a hypocrite if I said I don't enjoy my Ipod, but I also like to think I am a lot more informed on the real issues that can, are or will be affecting me, and it frightens me to think that so many others are not. So, I have to wonder how those people that live their lives thru others, especially celebrities, are going to do when a real issue comes up in their life, because I really don't see Snooki personally visiting them to help them thru their difficult time, unless a paycheck is being presented. So, perhaps it's time for more of us to ask "Who is (insert celebrity name here)?.....

Thursday, March 29, 2012

New paths....

So, my last post was a bit of a downer, I will admit, but hey, life is full of roller coasters, right? Anyway, I have been hitting the gym pretty hard the past few days, really trying to get my head back on straight, and I had kind of an "aha" moment....Holy shit, I actually paid myself a fucking compliment!! Yes, I looked in the mirror while doing my shrugs, and was able to think to myself, wow, legs are looking good, and that waist of yours seems to begetting tinier by the day...You would think that this would not be a big deal, but when you are used to looking in the mirror for 0ver 30 years and cutting yourself to pieces, this is a pretty big fucking deal. It made me realize I have a choice, I can either continue the path I have been on for the past 30 years, the one that seems to do nothing positive for me, or I can hop on a new one, and I did just that, and I have to admit, this one seems a bit nicer so far. Of course, I am a realist, so I know there will be days that suck ass, but hey, all I can do is keep fighting the good fight, and instead of that fight being with myself, in the form of self loathing, I'm pushing it back, and telling it to "suck it"....Others may look at me, and not like what they see, but that's on them, I for one, am tired of thinking I should look like everyone else, should wear the smallest size known to man, or just worrying in general what others think, it's a new shift, but one that needs to be made, besides, if we all looked like Kim Kardashian, what fun would that be? Plus, we would need bigger car seats made....no thanks....

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Recognizing the problem....

It's amazing when you sit down to think about what is the root cause of your unhappiness, and even more eye opening when you slowly realize what it is. I have been fighting against some form of unhappiness for a long time, too long to be honest with you. There have been times in my life where I am genuinely happy, only to stop after a while and think I don't deserve to be, for some reason or another. I could never pin point it, until last night. I don't think I am pretty enough to deserve to be happy. How fucking sad is that? Who comes to that kind of realization? My husband disagrees with me, vehemently I might add, but I think after you have been battling this topic for over 30 years, it's hard to let go. Why do I think I am not pretty enough to be happy? Could it be the size 2 that has eluded me my whole life? Could it be the acne scars I have on my face? And why am I so worried about how others perceive me? I can lift over 500 lbs, I have set state records, I have been told by many I am beautiful, but yet somehow I can't seem to get it thru my thick head that those people may actually be telling me the truth. I think the first step was recognizing what my problem is, the next step is to squish it like a bug. As silly as they may seem, daily affirmations actually do work, and for the first time, while at the gym, I was able to look at myself in the mirror and see all the positives I have going on: smaller waist, defined hamstrings, nice quads and cute hair :).....hey, we have to start small, right?

Friday, March 16, 2012

Do women even matter anymore?

Ever get the feeling women are being lead back into the cave? Or at least the kitchen, barefoot, pregnant with no opinions or options? I am simply aghast at the recent stories I have been reading, Romney talking about "getting rid of Planned Parenthood", or Arizona in regards to birth control not being covered by insurance, unless used for a medical condition, and if an employer finds out a female employee IS using it for otherwise, they can be terminated. Or how about that lovely Senator that tell women to "just look away" when being required to undergo an ultrasound before seeking an abortion. When the hell did women start being treated like they were nothing? Am I not an equal person in Republican eyes? Because it sure as hell feels like I'm not. And why the hell are these people either getting elected, or continue to get elected based on their beliefs? It frightens me to think anyone, not just a man, would think to know what is better for me, or my body, than myself. Isn't it time women really start using their voices? Because if we don't soon, we might as well get ready for our housewife martini lunch existence, and I don't know about you, but I'm not a fan of cooking in skirts wearing an apron, or living my life through my children because my own prospects are non existent......and my opinions don't matter.....

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Supid ones, please get off Facebook....I beg of you!

People's fascination with posting everything and anything on Facebook amazes me. I personally don't have an account, mostly because I am pretty private, but also because I don't want to get sucked into being on that site for hours on end, out of boredom. What I don't understand is why so many people think that they live such interesting lives they need to broadcast everything. Do I honestly give a rats ass how potty training is going? No. Do I care that you can't seem to find your children in the neighborhood, so you need to run out in your pajamas to find them? No, although I do question what the fuck you are doing A: Having kids and B: Why are you not watching them? People don't seem to realize that what they post, or what pictures they put up are then out there for everyone to see, and remember you by, even potential employers. I find it comical when people get upset when they aren't offered a job due to the partying pictures the potential employer saw on your account. Or when they can't seem to post an intelligent word on their feed. How do I know all this? Well, I've known enough people that have gotten sucked into the vortex that is that sight, only to later shake their heads and wonder what the hell they were thinking posting something. In this day and age, I really think people need to take a step back and realize that they are not as important as they think they are, that there isn't a camera crew walking around waiting to offer you your own reality show, and you aren't going to get famous by posting naked pictures of yourself, well, maybe you will on that last one, but it might come back to haunt you if you are applying for a teaching position later on when your "career" takes a dive....Please, keep your stupidity to yourself, your lame pictures off the internet, and perhaps go look after your kids......

Friday, February 24, 2012

My strong opinion on animals.....

I am an animal lover. I grew up with fish, dogs, cats and birds. We now actually have 3 dogs and a snake, although that last pet was not by choice, it came with the awesome man I eventually married. I don't believe everyone that is on this planet should own a pet, just as I don't believe everyone is meant to be a parent. Pets take time, need to be nurtured and cared for. I don't believe they are an accessory. I don't believe they should be beaten, chained or locked in a kennel. I also believe they should not be purchased at pet stores. Many may not agree with that last statement, but I keep reading more and more stories about pets being purchased at these stores, and finding out they themselves are bought from puppy mills. Having a pet ourselves that is a puppy mill rescue, I can't begin to tell you how heartbreaking it is to see, or read about the conditions these animals are kept in. What I find even more horrifying is how few people are really aware of it when they buy from pet stores. Or, they are, but really don't care, since it's "just an animal". Funny how people will rally around a child, that has no voice, that has been kept in horrible conditions, but yet, when it comes to a dog, there's no second thought. Those are the kind of people I don't think deserve to be blessed with an animal in their lives. And yes, I say blessed, because for as much of a pain in the ass our little rescue can be, we still love her to death, and wouldn't trade her for the world.....So please, think twice before buying from a pet store, look to rescue organizations, animal shelters, anywhere but your local store, you might be surprised at the number of animals that need a loving home......

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Disappointment in Powerlifting....

Well...had my second powerlifting meet, and needless to say, was a bit disappointed in my performance. I had some pretty ambitious goals, and failed to hit any of them, although I did beat my numbers from my last meet, so that's saying something. I have to say that while I am a bit down about my owm performance, I am a bit riled up over some of the judging that was happening. Not very consistent across the board, a lot of lifts that should never have gotten 1 white light, never mind 3 of them! One of the reasons I started powerlifting was because it's black and white: you either make the lift, with the right technique, following the rules, or you don't. At my first meet, this wasn't a problem, but unfortunately, I can't say the same about this one. Guys lifting their heads off the bench, not having their feet flat on the floor, BOUNCING THE BAR OFF THEIR FUCKING CHESTS!! Come on already!! If the people in the audience can see the problem, how the fuck can the judge not?! Am I a bit bitter, perhaps, seeing as how my last deadlift got three red lights, for apparently "bouncing" the bar up to get the lift, which I find funny because I watched the video tape of it, and was told by many it was a clean lift. Then I got to sit their and watch countless others do the same thing I did, some very obviously using their legs to get the bar up, and get all white lights...WTF?! Also, the event is "drug free" meaning, no juicing, or performance enhancers, such as 1,3 dimethylpentylamine HCI, which is commonly found in ACG or C4 (at least the old formula) and random testing would be happening for the event. So, it's a bit discouraging when my husband, who is also in the event, is in the locker room, watching a bunch of the other lifters slamming just those products I previously mentioned! But yet, do they get pulled for testing? What do you think....For a sport that is trying so hard to gain respect, I have to say I am glad I will be stepping away from it for a while to focus on a figure show, because honestly, not only do you have to gain my respect, you have to keep it, and after this meet, I have to say, it's going to take a while to earn that back from me.....

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Just drive your fucking car already!!!

Okay, I have had it. I am tired of feeling like I am in the middle of a live action video game every time I get in my car and on the road. I am tired of always having to be on uber high alert due to the ineptitude that surrounds me in the form of other clueless drivers, that are doing everything BUT driving their cars. Moms, stop turning around to yell at your kid in the back seat. Stop trying to hand them their happy meals while changing lanes, and for gods sake, check your fucking mirrors and blind spots before you do so!! People in your $80,000 cars, get a head set!! Stop being cheap, or stupid and hook up your blue tooth system that I KNOW was either standard or an option in your fancy car. You look like a fucking idiot talking on a hand held, while using your other arm to gesture to a caller that can't see it...Hands on the wheel...do it....Teenagers, you are NOT invincible. That steel thing on four wheels isn't going to guard you against everything, especially when YOU are the one that's not paying attention. It is not that important to be texting while you are driving, I am pretty sure Suzie already knows how stupid Lisa looked in that lame skirt. Don't put my life or the others around you in jeopardy because you think you can multi task. Here's some truth..you can't. Half the time you have a hard enough time walking and chewing gum, so honestly, what makes you think you can handle texting while driving?! Adults, you aren't off the hook here on this one..You can't multi task either, so don't pretend to be able to in the car. Stop putting make up on, stop eating full meals and pay attention, in other words, DRIVE YOUR FUCKING CAR ALREADY, it's not that hard.......

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Common courtesy and the job market......

Amazing how you can come up with so many witty comebacks after the fact, isn't it? I just went through an unfortunate incident with a new "job", only to have the outcome blow me away and keep me up for most of the night. As I get older, my bullshit tolerance keeps getting smaller, especially when it comes to people that present themselves one way, but are clearly nowhere near that in real life. Sometimes it is beyond me how I can hold my tongue around certain types of people, but I do, at least to a certain extent...Hey, we all have our limits on dealing with stupid people, don't we? As the past year or so has shown us, the job market is a tough one, hundreds, if not thousands of people vying for the same position. What this has created is a cesspool of employers that take advantage of the situation to the fullest. If you don't have a position at this time, why are you advertising and interviewing for it? If someone takes the time to interview with you and sends a follow up note, do the right thing and reply. If it is a "working interview" that is supposed to last for a month, be honest and say that, don't give the impression that they already have the job, then dismiss them for no reason, literally, no reason, or at least have the balls to tell them why they are being let go. Common courtesy is a thing of the past it seems when dealing with the job market these days, and yet then employers wonder why there is no loyalty anymore. Can you blame people for wanting to protect themselves? What this last fiasco has taught me is to really not trust people to say what they say, or mean what they mean, and sadly because of this, so many employers are missing out on a great employee.......

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Placards in the car window.....

As I was driving home from the gym today, I found I was being tailgated by some dude in a Lexus. Not all that surprising, seeing as it was morning, so I can only assume he was running late for something. Anyway, I tend to stay in the right lane, setting my cruise control to about 2 mph above the speed limit. Yes, I am aware that this annoys people, but honestly, you aren't paying for the gas in my car, nor would you be paying for my speeding ticket or higher insurance premiums, so, essentially you can back the fuck up...anyway, he was annoyed with me, so he veered to the other lane, and starts tailgating the next person. This didn't annoy me, what annoyed me was the "baby on board" placard in the side window. Really dude? You expect me to drive all cautious around your car because you have a baby, but yet, you can drive like a douche bag? Pretty hypocritical if you ask me. It got me thinking though, about how people say or act one way then do the complete opposite. Kind of like Yoga people, at least many of the ones I've come into contact with. Driving fast in the parking lot, running into the gym, throwing their card at the front desk, pushing people aside to get to a locker, running up to get their mat down, then leaving the same exact way. Isn't the point of yoga to help chill you out? I've seen more calm powerlifters than yoga students, it's funny. I guess my point is, don't drive like an asshole when you expect others to respect your placard in the window, because honestly, all it really makes me want to do is flip you AND your baby the middle finger.....