I came into the office like fury today and out of breath. My teenager got me ready for work. Read crooked caption for further information on the start of my morning.
Jumping Jupiter. WTF does that mean?
So I asked in such a way she was sure to feel insignificant and stupid, "Uh. You didn't vote? Why would you NOT vote? This was the big election. Did you not see Congress was taken over by the Republican party?"
Blank stare and smirk, "Sorry," she said, "I'm just not interested in this election."
That was my cue to shut the eff up.
I will vent here. I can't get over how many people take voting so lightly. And as a woman, it even amazes me more so when you look at history and how we got here. Miffed, I am.
And then there is 'Merica where you have to let be let be. Well eff that. #(*)#*$&_ I see red and I'm not talking Republicans. There is a lot of editing on this post, btw. Because effing makes me feel cleaner than just scribbling it. And symbol cursing is therapy. Why? Because imagine while symboling (not to be confused with the musical instruments) I am pounding the keys. It releases the gases. Or something.
Photo credit: orgs.usd.edu Musical SYMBOLS
Anyredness, I don't get it. I will leave it at that.
How about that election? Some good and some not so.
Marathon training is interesting. I injured my hip very badly in a haunted house going down a slide and being catapulted to Egypt where my body left my hip. Yes, in that order. It hurts like a motha. It is a big pain in the butt, literally. It has been almost a month. I call it...Broken Butt. Not to be confused with Broke Back Mountain.
So, my training has been focused on yoga, Pilate's, upper body, and little running.
IT STINKS. P.U.
I have lost 1.5 pounds. I feel like I am losing muscle mass and endurance and I don't like that at all. My last race, I muscled through it and won 2nd in my age group with an injured butt.
Work has been hectic. I like it that way. Home life has been hectic. I don't like it that way. Home life will be fixed....woosaw....woosaw.