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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Monday Monday

Mondays are always rough. This is true for everyone. We spend our weekends having fun and forgetting our responsibilities and Monday morning is a wake up call.

By "we" I'm talking about the human race not the people that live in this house. We, as in the people in this house, spend our weekends doing ridiculous things like fighting for fun and seeing how close to vomiting we can get during a workout.

PS it was a lot closer than it's been in a while.

So Mondays are hard.

Luckily it ended fun. (Are you being sarcastic? Because it seems like you might be being sarcastic.)

Peanut came downstairs nice and clean from her shower to let me know her stomach hurt. I told her to get a pot and head to bed. This seemed like solid MOM advice. Peanut agreed.

I also mentioned that making sure her bathroom wasn't littered with clothes in case of emergency. Or at least that had been what I was half way through saying before the peanut started to use the pot she had just retrieved from the cabinet.

As I made my way to my vomiting child to usher her into the bathroom to avoid splash back she paused to say one word.


Yup. Frog. Although if we want to be accurate she should have said toad. Because that is what was sitting right in the middle of my living room.

How did it get there?

This is a very valid question but I didn't really have time to think about the answer because the peanut started vomiting again and I had to chase a toad through my house.


Sunday, January 1, 2017


Somehow we all survived another turn around the sun.

Despite every one's cries that end times were here the sun is still shinning. Well not right here as the first day of 2017 here in NC is rainy but even that isn't something to be sad about because apparently we need the rain if the lake level is anything to go by.

None of that is important.

Okay maybe the lake level is but I can't do anything about that so I'm going to ignore it.

Maybe don't ignore it I mean I'm trying to do my part. You know stuff like starting outside projects and washing  my car.

Yeah and sorry about buying rain boots after it finally started raining. Obviously that is the opposite of productive. But I finally found a pair that fit over my massive calves.

Whatever, I've started to ramble a bit but you guys know that is nothing new for this blog.

90% of my posts are practically stream of conscientiousness crazy with a tiny sprinkle of NERD to keep me honest. Okay if I'm being honest "sprinkle of NERD" isn't really accurate.

OMG what was the point of this blog post?

Oh yeah. 2017!!! Happy new year.

Sure it felt like 2016 was never going to end and then the one two punch of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. NOT COOL 2016. NOT COOL AT ALL.

But it's behind us now and 2017 is going to be full of rainbows and unicorns.

I mean I don't have any psychic abilities or anything but, I'm about to get real, it can be what you make it. So start smiling more and laughing louder and stop worrying about what anyone is thinking. Be brave. Be bold. Be crazy, Actually be whatever the hell you want. Find your tribe or squad or troop.

And if you are already the kind of person who lives life like this then continue to spread your joy you magical unicorn!!

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Parenting 101

This is not a political post!!

I repeat. This is NOT a political post.

Although since my 12 step plan to make you a better parent will help create better humans it could serve as a way to improve this country.

Just kidding. It isn't 12 steps. I would have totally quit at 6 maybe 7. Alright 3. I would have quit after 3.

That's why my parenting technique is only one step.  ONE STEP

Seriously, I've made this easy.

Are you ready for it? I need you to pay attention. This is important.


That is literally all I'm trying to do. 

Should one of them cure cancer or initiate peace in the middle east that would just be a bonus. 

All I'm really looking for is little humans who don't think the world owes them everything. 

Who don't try and find offence in every little thing. 

Who can have a conversation with someone who disagrees with them without using name calling and Hitler comparisons.

SIDE NOTE: Hitler actually killed MILLIONS of people. MILLIONS. He didn't raise or lower taxes or insult your favorite band. 

I just want kids who understand that the only way to get anything is through hard work. And here is the shitty part. Sometimes you work as hard as you can and you still lose. It sucks! But this is life.

I wants kids who won't cry when they lose and claim the system is rigged. (PS even if it is rigged, complaining about it is useless. On the other hand, doing something is an actual solution to something you find unfair.)

I need kids who will grow up and not come crying to me the first time their boss doesn't high five them for doing their job. There are no participation trophies in life.

So that's it folks. That's the whole 12 step program.

Try not to raise an asshole.

I figure if we all try this approach the world will be a much nicer place.

Friday, September 2, 2016


So here's a thing.

I got a gold medal.

Not like an Olympic Gold medal, although I can see where you might be confused since we did just wrap up the Olympics.

Nope I wasn't in RIO, although if I was I probably still would have come home with a gold medal.

FYI there was a bunch of 40 + Olympians. Including a 42 year old lady from Great Britain that is running in her 5TH Olympics!!!!

Obviously we all know about my Ninja Resume.

Right now it is way move impressive than the regular one.

(I just got distracted by calling it a resume instead of a CV because I didn't know what CV stood for so of course I had to head over to google to look it up and now I'm thinking I want to call it my Ninja CV because that sounds cooler plus makes more sense. But that would take forever to update the links and the references and who has that kind of time? AND THIS IS WHY I NEVER GET ANYTHING DONE.)

Back on topic. I was talking about my GOLD (hell yeah all caps) medal.

You may remember back in April I got broken because when you are about to turn 40 you can convince yourself that anything and everything you do is a statement to the world about how you are not growing older. Certainly that you are not getting smarter.

Possibly both.

Well according to the Doctor who turned me into a cyborg, my wrist wouldn't be at full strength by the end of May when I had agreed to enter a BJJ (Brazilian Jui Jitsu) tournament. (please see above for REASONS)

Instead I was forced to sit on the sidelines while other people avoided armbars. Or attempted armbars. It was frustrating. On the one hand I was so very proud of the people who competed but on the other I was SITTING.

Something that I don't like doing anymore.

But time heals all wounds. Although I think that is talking about metaphysical stuff. Broken hearts and the like. It might be a bit too literal to talk about actual wounds.

Whatever, This is my blog and I can use metaphors however I like.

Yeah that's right. I'm the boss here!

Where was I going with this?

Oh Yeah! I remember. I won GOLD.

Actually my whole team did. Pretty awesome right.

First place overall as a team. Pretty impressive I think. That's why I train with these people.

That and because when you find people who will send you stuff like this you know you need to keep them around.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

arachnophobia, not the movie

Super quick post.

There is a spider not of this earth on my gutter.

You know how Australia is always talking about all the the crazy shit that can kill you?

We laugh and breath deep. Resting easy in the knowledge that the list of murderous creatures in North America is short and most are pretty easy to avoid.

Don't want to get eaten by a shark?

Don't go in the ocean.

Don't want to get eaten by a bear?

Don't go in the woods.

Simple solutions to stay alive.

Sure every once and while someone posts a video of a moose trying to attack a car but mostly we have an agreement with our animal population. You stay out of our cities and we won't shoot you and mount your head on our walls.

Forget about bugs. We have maybe three or four that anyone has to worry about.

Three or Four.

Mostly it's just those asshole wasps. You know the ones that contribute nothing but will sting you for looking at them funny?

Yeah those guys are dicks!


Right now there is a prehistoric spider on the gutter of my house.

We will be employing a live and let live attitude as long as he agrees to stay at least ten feet from my porch. This isn't a binding agreement as he refuses to sign the documents I had drawn up but I think he gets that I'm serious. I was holding a flip flop during our negotiations and although I didn't say it out loud he knows what I will do with it if he forces my hand.

Sunday, July 10, 2016


Behold! I am about to have my first old lady rant.

Sure I know I'm not really old. I wasn't fishing for compliments.

        Although I also won't stop you from giving them if that is the kind of mood you're in today.

I went to a wedding last month. My youngest brother got married. No blog post about that though because as far as fodder for my crazy it was barren. In other words it was a perfectly lovely wedding with lovely speeches and dancing and smiling, happy people.

There was a guy playing the drums along with the DJ. YES JUST DRUMS. But I was informed by younger people that this is common now. Being out of the wedding circuit I wasn't aware so I guess I will just have to take their word for it.


That was a serious sidetrack. Although since I was mentioning about how I don't know what the cool kids are doing these day because I'm old it kind of fits with the overall theme right?


In getting ready for the wedding I was trying to figure out what my kids should wear. Obviously Triple S would be wearing a suit. It was a wedding for Pete's sake!!

We aren't SAVAGES!!

I got to talking about clothing and what is appropriate for what. Like job interviews or Broadway shows or Thanksgiving dinner. This all started because some 'kid' (he was probably in his 20's) was teaching a parkour class in jeans. WTF?

Apparently they were special jeans and he could still jump and flip in them, or whatever else you are supposed to do in parkour besides be insane.

But he was still 'interviewing ' for the coaching position. Hence the talk about interviews.

Now obviously this kid shouldn't be wearing a suit but shouldn't he look like he was ready to exercise?

Jeans, no matter what kind of special ones they are, just seemed weird.

Then I started talking about how when we go to a wedding Triple S won't take his jacket off until the groom does. It's protocol or some other such sign of respect.

Pause for me to look this up on the internet. 

Holy crap that was boring. So I couldn't really find anything beyond Yahoo Answers and that is like checking web MD. Everything ends with Cancer.

Either way Scott has always done this.

I know times change but I guess I just think certain things are important.

Then again people used to dress up to fly and the idea that not only would I be sausaged in a tiny seat with strangers but also forced to wear uncomfortable shoes with them is tantamount to waterboarding.

(I've never been waterboarded but I have flown on a FULL flight with a FUCKING chicken!!!)

I guess not all change is bad.

Old Lady rant OVER. Flip flops for everything!!!

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

I'm Fixed...

Notice I got rid of the question mark and added some ellipsis. (Yeah, I had to look up what that was called, at least I knew it had a name though right?)

So I just got back from my check up where I was cleared by my Doc to resume normal activity.

I think he was confused though because I resumed "normal" activity about 2 days after surgery (my preschoolers need me!) and started resuming MY activity a few days after that.

This is me exactly one week out from surgery back in Krav Maga.

Sure maybe it wasn't a great idea but going insane also wasn't the best option.

Besides. I was careful and as you can see from the picture I wore a brace.

Of course that brace didn't last for long and about a week after that I started back at cross-fit too.
And carrying children.

Don't freak out. I modified and scaled stuff down. I even listened to my body and didn't do stuff that made my wrist throb. That's almost like being a good patient.


It's at this point that I can only imagine Triple S is cursing under his breath and wondering what the hell is wrong with me.  There are now 206 posts on this blog trying to figure that out and we don't have time to recap so lets just sum up by saying LOTS.

reason 207:

Yesterday I did a 1/2 Murph. 

If you're mumbling under your breath about how I drank the cross-fit cool-aid you're probably right but that doesn't mean you shouldn't know who this workout is named for.

I scaled the bejesus out of it but got it done.

I have a point and I swear I'm getting there. Really.

Today the Doc was impressed with my recovery. Apparently my range of motion is awesome for this point in my recovery. The only problem with all of that is it just reinforced that I can continue to be crazy person. 

PS I did listen and accept that I can't grapple this coming weekend. :-(

PPS I'm 40 now and as further proof I need help this is how I celebrated my birthday.