And a quick crossfit story…I actually tried the crossfit gym out by me this Saturday (I’ve heard lots of negativeness about the program and figured I should check it out for myself before I formulated an opinion). The workout was ok, like you said-it could definitely be used for conditioning. However, even looking beyond the fact that having crap form is “ok” in order to complete reps (hi, just ask for a torn rotator cuff, it’d be easier?!)…I threw up (long after the workout was over, I blame funky ceviche the night before). Because I puked on my first day, I got a free t-shirt. I believe in pushing it to the limit, but this philosophy just doesn’t set right with me. Oye.
Not turning this into an anti-crossfit post, just thought it was funnies.
Life is just beginning…I like that—you can conquer anything.
Hi Betty
Your my 1000th post, that’s a lot in a short amount of time…
Anyways, I have always had a journal when I was dealing with something difficult, it helps. I had kept one while dealing with a break up/on again off again relationship and the most recent ex found it and read it. :-/ Apparently he read it accidentally, yeah right. So if you are worried about that you could always rip out the pages/delete them from your computer, after writing them. I really only do it to get my thoughts out and then I might read them the next day but then never again, so no need to keep them. Just my thoughts on it.
That’s aweful that your mom disrespected your privacy like that. When I was a teen, I used to keep a diary here under password protection and delete cookies on computer aftere going there so it couldn’t be traced: www.mydeardiary.com . However, after ten year of journaling on that site, it crashed one day and I lost my diary
You can set everything under a password and the customization options are amazing. You can post pictures, make it private, play with fonts and backgrounds and really turn your diary into a private work of art on a site that’s highly unlikely to crash.
yes. i find writing helps a lot. to process stuff. often reading what i’ve written… i start to reconceptualize it… helps me process, basically. edit. edit. edit. process. and then delete once i’ve come to some kinda peace. the story of my life. lolz.
hungry now, but not so hungry I’d want broccoli.
heh. hear you on that. i hear dan john’s voice sometimes ‘you can eat whatever you want [yes, even potato chips] AFTER you have eaten a bowl of apples’. then i just kinda have a cup of tea and forget about the potato chips. apples. meh.
Writing is something I am pretty good at. Even in elementary school. I became the ‘class story writer.’
In HS and College I got As in all my writing classes
(those were the only A’s I got )
I have 18 years of crappy learned behaviors and conditions to change. I wonder if this process will involve talking to my Mom. doesn’t it usually happen that way? Or is that just the movies?
I don’t even have my moms phone number. We communicate through email. And I haven’t seen her in 3 years.
I have this weird feeling that if I didn’t keep up with the emails she would stop writing. It’s been a month.
Ok, babbling…
This morning is bring your parents to school day…So I’m driving Miss Julia to school and spending the morning with her. Oh, she’s so excited!
Dude, MILFkins is the most frakking Hilar awesomeness I’ve ever heard. And I have bestowed some killer nicknames. Like, ones that have stuck to the point that no one knows the person’s real name. I have a friend everyone calls Kung Pow. EVERYONE.
)
