Pity, Party of One, Your Table Is Now Ready.

UGH. I’ve had a sprained ankle all of 6 days and I’m being really dramatic whiny and pissy. 
It’s really frustrating to have an active job/lifestyle and not be able to move at full capacity. I keep telling myself to grow up and quit whining. It’s only a sprained ankle. It could be plenty worse and I could have WAY more recovery time than just a few weeks, but I’m still pissy. I was told to stay off my feet for 6 weeks by the doc. Six weeks?! That’s just not possible in my line of work… so I was given this boot. It’ll keep my ankle as still as possible when I am on my feet. The boot really is amazing. It makes a world of difference and I’m completely grateful for it… but it’s still annoying having to wear it. 
Even though I’ve got really great clients/bootcampers who are able to still take class without me being able to show them everything, I still want to punch something because I can’t fully demonstrate the exercises I want them to do. “I just want to be able to show somebody this sandbell lunge combo!!”
Look out. 
Even though I’ve got this boot that makes getting around SO much easier, I still want to break something because it’s my right foot that’s hurt. Which means I’ve got to take off the boot to drive, then put it back on to get out of the car. Is that hard? No. Does it take more than 45 seconds? No. Is it really just a small price to pay for mobility? Yes. Why am I so whiny?!
I’m so glad that I’ve got a vast network of active friends and colleagues on Facebook. I love getting to see what they’re up to all the time… except when I can’t partake. Then I get envious and want to CUT somebody. “I really don’t care about your awesome workout today. Or your stupid PR on your race this weekend. Or your beautiful scenery photos from your hike this afternoon. You can all go eat a d***.” 
Not really. 
Really, Ami?
Let’s keep acting like a 5 year old.
That’ll be productive.
And attractive.
*deep breath*
Sorry… needed a little venting action.
Back with a more intriguing/entertaining post later. 
*’nother deep breath*
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Christmas Tree: Part 3

Once we realized the old tree had seen the last of its days… we had to break down and go buy a live one. We* wanted to go to a Christmas Tree Farm and cut down our own tree, with a saw and everything, but the farm closed at 7 and it was 6:30. So we opted for one from the pre-cut assortment. It was freezing.

Blurry photo makes me look like
somebody from The Ring
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But we got it home.
Got it up (dot com).
And decorated it.
An ornament I bought from one of my trips this year:
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The star:
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And the finished product,
no longer janky:
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Merry Christmas Eve, everybody!
Hope you’re enjoying yourself with family, friends, or both.
I’m off to finish (start) my Christmas shopping… ’cause I’m that girl.
*When I say we wanted to cut down a tree, it was really just me. Tamara thought I was trippin’. But she was willing to go anyway, ’cause she’s awesome like that
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Christmas Tree Part 2 – The Jank Continues…

So after we put up the old family tree, and after we tried to fix the janky stand, we decided that maybe it’s time to retire the fake tree and go out and buy a real one. It would smell better anyway… But by this time it was late, we were tired, and it wasn’t going to happen that night. We still needed some sort of Christmas decor though… we’d been SO excited to get a tree up.

So why not plug in Tamara’s grandmother’s ceramic tree she’d given us?
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OMG even this tree is janky!
Note the light that looks a little different from the rest:
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Anybody missing any Lite Brite pieces?
Wow.
to be continued… again…
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McMullen – Begley Christmas Tree: Part 1

Me (McMullen) and my roomie Tamara (Begley) have been dying to put up the Xmas tree for weeks now and I finally remembered to go grab it from my previous house (left it in the attic). Last year my dad let me have the family tree that we’ve been putting up since I was about 7 or 8 years old.
Total score, right?
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Well we got it all put together
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Then put some lights on it
and realized something was a bit…
off.
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The tree was completely crooked
because the 20 something year old plastic stand
was janky and broken.
So we had to fix* it.
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That didn’t go over so well…
which is why there’s a part 2 to this story…
*tape it together with masking tape
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