And I…am…outtahere. -G-
It its alright to say it, then…awwwwww. Seriously. Super cute.
puppies!!! adorable.
nice cheeks, cbear. bet the grandmas of the world can’t resist those suckers. =+)
i can’t believe i’m NOT talking about ur ass.
skye- no fedex or ups, but u can come get em! make a weekend of it and the quality time with cbear (human and k-9) will be a free bonus!
kimba- yeah, its ok to be awwww. i usually don’t tell people about that side of me, but the puppies were too cute!
deja- thats something neither of my grandmothers ever did. strange, now that i think of it. they didnt do any of that weird, embarassing stuff. huh.
i really can’t believe that you’re not talkin about my ass, either. somethin wrong? 
made it through the whole crazy day at work… dont have to go back till friday. first of the year, insurance company systems crash, everybody’s plans change, and they’re just starting to realize how much they’re gonna have to pay for christmas. its gonna be a fabulous day. maybe i should train twice tomorrow.
Those are cute little pups. Baby animals have a real knack of lifting the spirits.
super cute pup and great head shot!
Happy New Year!
Steve Miller Band’s Greatest Hits and my cup of coffee have led to some end of the year musings.
I may edit this later for coherency, but for now, I’ll ramble.
**I can’t say this enough… I’m an incredibly lucky bastard. Because of this, I know the universe (god, goddess, who/whatever… thats a topic for later) has something incredible planned for me, and half of me is relieved to have acknowledged this and begun to listen to the subtle cues life gives for the direction I should be taking to live up to my potential. The other half of me is worried that when it’s all over, I’ll find out I did it wrong.
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I have a job. I love my job. I don’t want to spend forever there, but it’s a stepping stone, and I’m good at it. (I should be, I’ve been doing it since I was 16. Not this store and not the whole time, but about 8.5 years out of the 11.) I can think of 5 reasons per 8 hour shift for me to be fired… and I haven’t been yet. I have an incredible boss that I work well with, and I bend over backwards to make his job easier, and to make him look good in front of our patients. He does the same for me, including keeping me employed.
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I have fantastic friends… all over the country, and the ones in KY that mean so much to me now are some of the most special. Had I not decided to kiss Molly’s ass a year and a half ago, I wouldn’t have met/gotten to know her (she’s amazing in so many ways. one of my heros), or G (who’s become the best friend I’ve ever had and with whom I expect to spend the next 50 years laughing), or Jim… with whom I had some great times, even if things went to phenomenally scary shit the past few months.
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School is getting easier and easier, and I finally have a plan to get out and get a grownup job. I spent so long fucking around, I can appreciate the focus and direction I have now.
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My strength, body image, and the way I see myself on the inside are getting closer and closer to becoming the same thing every day.
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People keep telling me I seem older than 25… which I find amusing, considering my shenanigans and silly sense of humor. I tell them that I’m no longer old enough to think I know everything, and that I’m not yet old enough to feel sorry for those that do. I feel older than 25. I feel older than most of the people I meet who are 35+. Hearing and seeing people be dishonest with themselves and others to an epic, destructive degree is what comes to mind first when I say that.
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I’ve gotten closer with most of my family, re-realized how awesome they are, and value them in ways i never thought possible.
**I’ve learned that no matter what happens to me, physically, mentally, or emotionally, I’ll always be ok. Looking back at failed relationships and poor conduct with the following consequences and repercussions, I get to see that even if I’m not happy about it for awhile, I bust my ass to make it work for me or learn from it. It’s reassuring to realize that the quality of resilience my parents tried so intensely to instill in me is as strong as anything else.
I admire my parents, and my Nana. They’re all older than the comparable relatives in my age group- mom and dad are 62 and 66 this year, respectively, and Nana is 94. They’ve seen and conquered shit I will never be able to imagine, and have earned every single thing they have. Some of it is pretty fucking nice.
**The dishes/laundry/vacuuming can wait till tomorrow. A sick friend, a lonely puppy, and a good nights sleep can’t. Following my instincts hasn’t let me down yet.
**I need to invest in a GPS. ffs.
**nothing is bad for you, in moderation. Everything in moderation is bad for you, unless your existence mirrors “office space,” in which case, I’m walking away from that conversation.
**knowing when to walk away from a conversation is just as valuable as bashing some dumb cunt in the side of the head. Not always as satisfying, but just as valuable.
**do NOT have sex in the champagne room.
Happy New year CBear!!..you’re the meanest(in a good gangsta kinda way) Cat/Bear around these parts of the interwebzzz…I’ll be coming back to this log next year :).
I wish I knew all of that at age 25. For the record, I did not.
How about the full CBear-patented story on that last one. I remain unconvinced.
even though you write in everyone’s log, ACCEPT mine(you’re just really jealous, right? 
), I hope you remain safe and sound ringing in the New Year! 
[quote]kimbakimba wrote:
How about the full CBear-patented story on that last one. [/quote]
In addition to pissing scotch and bleeding bbq sauce, I’m funny.
[quote]kimbakimba wrote:
I remain unconvinced.[/quote]
It’s your nature. You’ll come around.
Hey CBear Happy New Year, your blog is too damn funny.
funny haha or funny queer?
ok, I wasn’t planning on going out tonight. I was at home till 1130. My sis was miserable and we cope with alcohol, so I brought her to my bar. My “Cheers.” where we had a mini high school renunion, and I had my fill of ex boyfriends. and acquaintances.
so the funny part (to me, atm) comes when im closing our tab, and the most horrific of ex’s and his friend are leaving, squeezing behind me. the friend, insisting upon saying goodbye, keeps tapping me on the shoulder, which i ignore. I can hear the ex bf warning him, “dude, she’s probably armed, and you’re gonna get punched in the face. dude. dude. you’re gonna get punched. in the face. dude. dude. stop. she’s gonna kill you.”
so i turn around, with the most blank expression I can manage, and the friend says, “hey, are you really THAT violent?” i changed my expression to a mild smirk. not because i really am that violent, but because he wondered. then i turned around to pay my bill and they were gone.
its making me laugh as im getting ready for bed.
[quote]CBear84 wrote:
[quote]kimbakimba wrote:
How about the full CBear-patented story on that last one. [/quote]
In addition to pissing scotch and bleeding bbq sauce, I’m funny.
[quote]kimbakimba wrote:
I remain unconvinced.[/quote]
It’s your nature. You’ll come around. [/quote]
Oh, my sweet good lord that was funny! Loving Chris Rock as I do, how could I have missed that all these years?
Alright, you win. There’s no sex in the champagne room. Even for you, who frankly stands a excellent shot at it.
training
I made it to the gym with 30 min to spare yesterday… it was sposed to be my 5/3/1 week at my highest weights… but with only 30 min and all kinds of other excuses i decided i’d warm up, and do;
front squat- 95lbs, 21 reps, 1 set.
hanging leg raises knees to chest 2x15.
now i dunno wtf happened during front squats, but at rep 17, my eyes started to fuzz over and the back of my neck/base of my skull caught fire and felt like it was about to explode. after i reracked i sat down for a few, gingerly poking around to try to see what was wrong… who knows what caused it, but i walked out ok ad went about my evening pretty much ok. I should just wash the sand outta my vag.
anyhoo, quads are a lovely shade of sore today.
[quote]CBear84 wrote:
training
I made it to the gym with 30 min to spare yesterday… it was sposed to be my 5/3/1 week at my highest weights… but with only 30 min and all kinds of other excuses i decided i’d warm up, and do;
front squat- 95lbs, 21 reps, 1 set.
hanging leg raises knees to chest 2x15.
now i dunno wtf happened during front squats, but at rep 17, my eyes started to fuzz over and the back of my neck/base of my skull caught fire and felt like it was about to explode. after i reracked i sat down for a few, gingerly poking around to try to see what was wrong… who knows what caused it, but i walked out ok ad went about my evening pretty much ok. I should just wash the sand outta my vag.
anyhoo, quads are a lovely shade of sore today. [/quote]
Oo! Oo! this reminds me of a question I had. Does anyone get these weird little dust motes or fireflies running around in their sight after heavy deadlifting? I wasn’t sure if it was an acid flashback or an incipient stroke. Anyone?
21 reps… hell cbear! 
That immediate cause/effect between the front squats and the headache is worrisome. If you were in good condition going into the workout (proper rest, nutrition, etc.) I’d get some expert opinion on this problem. It doesn’t really sound like a sandy vag.
sandy vag or not, your skull catching fire and feelings of explosion are not cool at all. i think i second kimba’s advice on seeing a doc.
I’ve felt that headache before…did u feel it coming like a bomb?? when I had it it felt like a bomb explosion in the back of my head. Anyhow this bothered me for a while and I couldn’t squat because I didn’t know what was wrong until I figured out it was my traps that were causing the headaches.
Funny HA HA ( wouldn’t say queer don’t want you to hunt me down and kill me, you redheads can be vicous!! Trust me I know lol). It’s nice to see your honesty about life and your lifts.