After well over a decade of not doing much physically except for yoga, I would say I'm in pretty good shape. I was a very competitive gymnast as a kid, though, and have always wondered how able my body would be to do even a fraction of the stuff I did back then.
Well, wonder no more. I took an adult gymnastics class today, and I have to say, it was ridiculously fun. Turns out, muscle memory totally works, and after the first 30 minutes, my body started to get with the program, and I pulled off some basic, yet solid tumbling. Sure, after only a couple of hours, I started feeling the muscle aches, but that is a great sign to me of how much my body needed that extra workout. It was at the 12 hour post-tumbling mark that I realized I might be crippled for the next day or 4. I hurt everywhere. The good kind, that makes you feel you've accomplished something in your body, but also the kind that is really really sore, like so sore I'm afraid of what waking up is going to feel like. I'm still going to go back at least once a week, because I'm a glutton for punishment. Also because I can't believe how much fun flipping in the air is, and I'm a little surprised that I have kept myself from that feeling of flying for this long. What was I thinking?
This weekend, I should be headed to Chicago, but I couldn't pull it off. After moving and all of the expenses that incurred, it was just not meant to be this time around. Sorry to those of you I would have loved to spend the weekend with, especially my man, who is forever patient and took the news much better than I would have in his place. I owe all of you a round of drinks. We were considering Vegas at the end of the summer. Anyone care to meet us there?
In other news, the new iPhone is released tomorrow (technically today if you're the sleeping type), and I will finally be collecting my piece of Apple phone goodness. So very excited. I look forward to my first blog from my iPhone. I'm sure it will be extra delicious just because of the source.
So, I woke up on Wednesday feeling like someone was sitting on my chest after having just tunneled out the tissue of my throat cavity with a rusty, sharpened ice cream scoop. I don't get sick very often, so I was more annoyed by it than anything else. Because I played hooky when I had my very cute visitor, I'm up against an ugly deadline at the studio, and this wasn't helping. One would think that I would have been here writing to you all, since I obviously wasn't doing anything productive, but no...when I am sick, I am antisocial and miserable and if you try to talk to me, I might bite you.
So I sat on my ass on Wednesday then went to check in the yoga class. I decided to stay and take class, thinking that if I could sweat the germs out of me, I'd feel so much better. I also visited my local health food guru (seriously, this guy knows so much about natural remedy that he alone could cure cancer, I tell you..there's an herb for it, it's right in aisle 2) to see if there was something that could help to push the nasty germs out of my body quicker. As usual, he tells me that I couldn't possibly be there for any good reason, since I look so healthy and wonderful, even though I feel like ass. I tell him that he's crazy, as usual, and he points me to this homeopathic* stuff that he's used and I'm on my way.
Took homeopathics, tons of Vitamin C, and felt a ton better on Thursday. I was able to work a bunch, but Friday and Saturday I felt like I'd been run over. I realize that it was just my body expending all its energy on fighting off whatever attacked me (I'm blaming the icky subway, I told you..it's gross down there), and today I feel about 98% better.
With just a few days to finish my current project, I'll be holed up in the studio, so I can't promise much in the way of blogging, unless something really fun happens, like amputating a limb with my new plasma cutter. Have I mentioned its metal severing awesomeness? I've yet to find a piece of metal it can't blow right through with the precision of a laser beam.
Plasma Cutting Demo I
glimpse what a plasma cutter does (mine is much badder ass than this one)
*I don't take medicine, as a rule, so though you may have some brilliant remedy involving Nyquil and codeine and xanax, it matters not, I don't even take aspirin
Why haven't I posted? Because every time I've begun to, I messed with the layout instead...then I checked emails and read other people's stuff..basically ADD has prevented it. So, here is all the stuff you've missed:
Ex #2 actually has arrived and left, and it was great to see him. I laughed so hard, my ribs hurt. He was only in town for the day, but I'm glad we got to catch up, and to know that I'm still "smokin"...it had been nearly 9 years since he saw me. Good ego boost.
I was visiting my sister for the weekend because it was my niece's christening. I'm the godmother, I sorta had to be there, but in reality, if I have any excuse to see the baby-who-gets-cuter-with-each-passing-minute, I'll take it. She is a crawling expert now, and she thinks being thrown in the air is the most hilarious thing, ever. She is the remedy for my morning crankiness, and I tried to explain to my sister that for this reason alone, she should let me take her home so I could wake up earlier and be more happy and productive. My sister cares not for my life's ambitions, since she refused to give up the child.
Oh, have I mentioned that ex #1 lives near my sister? He does, and I didn't bother to tell him I was coming to town, because I was only there for 2 days and he will be here on Thursday. It just so happened that after I arrived on Saturday, my sister and her husband had to make an appearance at a wedding, and he was there. He obviously found out I was in town (not like I was trying to hide it, just didn't see the point, since I'd be seeing him in a few days), and he came by her place last night to say hi. He also called me tonight to be sure I made it home safe and sound. Yeah, he's super sweet that way. His visit should be interesting.
Which leads me to ask: Is it that all the good men just live really far away, or that they seem so good because they live so far? Hmmmm
In other news...
You'll be happy to know that my Design Star pick won, no doubt due to the dozens of you who bent to my whims and voted for him.
Speaking of tv, have you watched Weeds? If not, you really must. It's right up there with Showtime's other greats, like Brotherhood and the L Word. Ok, there's no gratuitous girl-on-girl action, like on the L Word, but it's still really good. I don't want to hear excuses about not wanting to spend the money on Showtime. If you haven't been living in a cave for the past couple of years, you know that the HBO and SHO series are the only truly great programming on tv. Unless you like stuff like American Idol*, in which case, there is no hope for you.
That plasma cutter I was so excited to get? Never arrived. After I called 4 times, I learned that it was out of stock. Assholes. Cancelled the order because "about 2 weeks" was not acceptable, and the one I ordered through another company should be here in the next day or two.
Ok, that's it for today.
*no, Project Runway is not in the same category as that show. One sucks and the other is great.
Let's not jump to conclusions, people. Just because I have revealed the crazy in my family, doesn't mean I'm that nutty.
I'm talking about being the proud new owner of a serious kickass plasma cutter. For those of you unaware, it's an electric torch that cuts through metal like a hot knife through butter. I have a baby version, but it just wasn't doing the job. So today, I ordered one that can cut through 1/2" steel. So hot.
