Category Archives: Observations

Go Away Resolutions!

A while back I made a commitment to do 100 crunches a day, but that fell by the way side. I only kept it up for a month, however, it looks like the workout goals I’ve got set up for this year are working out. Of course this time around I’ve got more than a few reasons to stay in shape, but I wanted to get serious about my health this year.

To be honest I let myself go about 5 months ago eating whatever I wanted and lounging about. I admit that camping and doing some summer activities with Brian did help out, but I got lazy after that. After Christmas it was really rough, I mean I could feel my body turn in into a blob. So forget New Years’ Resolutions when I got back I decided to suit up every day at 4 pm and do a regular workout plan. I’m feeling better, looking better (I think) and I’m not getting off this workout anytime soon.

I plan on spending quality time in my two piece this Summer.

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Day 1: Mexico!

I have all my photos back, so I’ll be posting my trip during the course of the next week or two (finally!). So I’m back bitches and ready to blog.

On April 23 I landed in Mexico for the first time in my life. Temperature wise it’s what I expected (just like the good old South). I met most of the Bevis clan (Lacy’s brother Arran his wife Allie and their daughter Sierra, along with Lacy’s sister Heather and her son Colin and Lacy’s mom). As soon as we packed up the van we sped out of Cancun, we’re not the get drunk on the beach type (at least not THAT type).

Our first night in Mexico. Flew into Cancun and promptly left for Playa Del Carmen. We got three rooms like this for a grand total of $90. Pretty sweet deal.

Our first night in Mexico. Flew into Cancun and promptly left for Playa Del Carmen. We got three rooms like this for a grand total of $90. Pretty sweet deal.

I recall a conversation that Lacy and I overheard while we were filling out our custom forms. “We’re just going to get drunk and lay on the beach. Why do we have to fill out these forms?”

I don’t know, foreign country much? I know Cancun is the spot for partying and such, but if that’s all you were really going to do why not just go Daytona Beach? At least you’d avoid those pesky forms. Anyway…

We had a bit of an adventure trying to find a hotel, but mission accomplished, we found a hotel for $30 a room (!!!). The humidity skyrocketed, but I love wandering around at night without the need for a jacket.

We wandered around until we found a restaurant still open, because by the time we had settled in it was almost 11 pm. It was a short night, but it was our first day.

Next post…Ruins, the best food and mysterious stranger on the beach…

Homeward Bound

I’m heading home on Sunday and we have managed to avoid flying out of Mexico, thank goodness. It’s been a lovely vacation, but due to recent circumstances I’d really like to be home. Not to mention the city part of me is creeping back.

So while I don’t ovulate eggs, I ovulate ethics.

Don’t matronize me. The Goddess blessed me with something more important than a woman’s reproductive system. She gave me a sense of political purpose. So while I don’t ovulate eggs, I ovulate ethics. And I will give birth to social justice. Thundering social justice.
— A random comment by some random feminist on a random blog.

P.S. I laughed out loud when I read this. She needs to get over herself.

Things I Get Excited About…

Fictional destruction, cataclysmic events and horror. (I own a Doomsday Dictionary if that’s of any hint)
Computers and technology
Video games
Photography
Electronica (8bit, house, etc…)

Dancing around my apartment with a dress on.

Sometimes, I Get Really Detailed Dreams

As per my friend Aaron, who told me I have the most detail and long dreams of anyone he’s known. He not the first person to tell me that either.

Here is the dream I had only moments before waking up this morning.

My mom and I went to the airport to pick up my dad so they could come visit my work and my co-workers. We walk into the office, which is located near a checkout stand on the floor of a Target. My dad mentions he has to pick up a few things so he goes into the store and I walk over to my desk. I mention to them, “Hey my dad’s here, he’ll be around in a few.” But he was already¬† coming over. One of my co-workers, teases him, “Hey! Big, tall scary man coming through over here!” My dad walks over and I introduce the two and because my dad isn’t finished shopping he mentions that he’ll be back later and walks back into the store.

I turn around to see my sister, Shannon, and my best friend, Layla in a corner building a see-through elevator and reinforcing the automatic doors. When my dad comes back over he says, “What are they doing?” I explain that we needed an elevator and they were reinforcing the doors so that robots couldn’t get through. We have so many automated machines if they ever have an uprising this place will be fortified. That didn’t sit well with him and he told me that Shannon and I needed to leave now with him and our mom, it was not safe and we could take our money and go to an isolated place with a ‘fixed economy’ (Ed note: I don’t know why he said that, CNN was playing on my TV while I slept) and then he walked away.

I looked to my sister and told her that we should get out of here, I did have a good feeling about where we were anymore. She told me adamantly that she had a job to do so I suggested that we leave immediately after she finishes. She agrees.

I went upstairs and my mom was piloting a helicopter and my dad was boarding. I promised that we would follow soon, but suddenly I was on the helicopter flying away. I knew this isn’t where I wanted to go, but as the copter banked to the side I began to slide out. Nick Stokes from CSI was now piloting the helicopter and he grabbed my hand to make sure I wouldn’t fall out, but unfortunately I wasn’t going to make it. He flew within inches of the ground and dropped me.

I get up in a parking lot surrounded by narrow staircases with people packed in them yelling for me to come inside. I ran for the one in front of me, but as I sprint for the opening I pass a couple standing next to each other not moving facing the staircase. Once inside a loud bullhorn announces people in the light can go to the safe zones. I can go, but it’s close to the cutoff so I wait.

The couple is still standing in front of us, and they have frozen smiles on their faces.

A shadow from a plane covers most of the light in front of us and suddenly the couple is in the doorway not moving, still smiling. I notice that they’re zombies. The woman next to me slips and falls into the couple they immediately began to eat her and two more come in from both sides to join in devouring her. A little girl zombie runs into the staircase to attack us we push back, but I feel a pain in my arm. She bit me.

The people in the staircase panic, but I reassure them, “It’s alright I won’t fight.” I walk out in the light.

“Does any one have a gun?” I yell. A man in a staircase near by yells back at me. “I have one, but I only have two bullets.”

“That’s fine,” I yell back.

I ask for someone to shoot me. A woman comes forward and I get on my knees. I make my peace as she puts the gun against my head. I count to three over and over again, but she doesn’t shoot. Why? Because she’s freaking holding a conversation with someone! But, eventually I hear a loud bang, and a crack as the bullet hits my skull. A sudden warmth flares up in my head and my face hits the ground. I lie there feeling tired, waiting to die and scared I’ll feel pain soon.

But I realized I was asleep, and I woke up.

So there you go. These dreams aren’t an everyday occurance. Every couple of months I’ll have some crazy detailed epic dream that I remember when I wake up. Maybe it had to do with the whole pepperoni pizza I ate earlier that day. I can’t explain where they come from, but I hope one day one of these crazy dreams will prompt a book.

Creepy Science for the Day

How do people not know that there are bugs all over your body constantly, these days? I learned about these critters back when I was in elementary school. Especially the little bugs that live on your eyelashes.

I knuckle pound these homies everyday, and by knuckle pound I mean I rub my eyes a lot. It’s a wonder they haven’t eaten my eyeballs and left cavernous dark wholes. I rub my eyes like it’s an Olympic event.

Maybe they drown?