I'm Jealous of the Woman in This Fake Picture

My day almost makes me want to go on meds. I was so not suited for public consumption today.

I finally completed my taxes just now. The first time in my life I didn't complete them in February. Suffice it to say I owe this year.

I should have gone rowing today but didn't. I'm waiting to hear back on private lessons. That's the only way I'm going to get the technique down, then maybe I can join the group again on Saturday. We shall see.

I've had an awesome stomach ache since about 2pm that's not going away. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that I'm going to have to super-low carb it and pretty much not drink anymore to feel good. That just makes me want to punch the world in the throat.

On number two in the Bond series as I type this "From Russia w Love". Feh. Not liking it much. I don't hate it, but it's just not sparkling with me. The acting is abysmal. I don't buy the chemistry with the Bond girl. Blahblahblah. Ohhhh, he just hit her!!! Good.

Okay. Let me turn this train wreck of a post around.

Positive things...

2 days to the four day birthday extravaganza
5 days before my hair has permission to start graying
5 days to awesome brunch with friends then 7 hours at Viva Day Spa
My Iron Gym Pull Up Bar should be here in the next day or two so that could be good or bad depending if I fall while doing it

There, that's a bit better. I'll try to be happier tomorrow.

Row, Row, R-ohhhh My God, This Is Scary!!!

So today. Lesson II. We actually get out in the boats. Fun huh? NO!! I was sure we were going to capsize the entire time we were out and for about 91% of the that time, I was certain I'd be the guilty party.

We were split up according to height. I was in the tall boat position #3 (starboard). There are 8 of us plus the cox, who by the end of it I wanted to call a dick. Not his fault I was just SUPER frustrated. I really should have gone for private lessons. There is a person who I'll call "Forever In Blue Jeans" because twice she has come encased in denim when we were specifically instructed as to what to wear. I even heard one of the instructors tell her some thing like "I'd never consider rowing in that" on Tuesday night. So she got her own private boat and had an older gentleman follow her around and instruct her. Slick move.

So like I said. Certain we were going to capsize and I think it's almost paralyzing me and I can't get the rhythm down for staying in sink with whomever I was to have been watching in front of me. Even if we were in a 4 it would be better then I could be told specifically what I'm doing wrong. I got better direction from Robin the woman behind me than I did from the cox's constant "THREEEEEEEEEEE, You're doing it wrong" (okay, he probably didn't out and out say that, but that's what I heard).

There was a moment. JUST A MOMENT when I said in my head "Oh my god, we are rowing!!!" It felt like everything was so smooth for that second. It didn't last.

Ohhh, then there was the Robinson Carusoe dude on the water. He was in a row boat, standing, shirtless, and paddling like he fell out of a book. That was interesting. He might have been fine, but I was in a state of panic so I can't be sure.

So I keep saying that I thought we are going to capsize, but that is a foolish concern because it's almost impossible to tip an 8 everyone keeps saying. Then they follow that up with -- "I have heard of it happening". Well that's my photo for the day. For whatever reason - possibly to keep the myth alive - I can't post the full photo so you can truly see it.

It's an 8---capsized---and I think it's a professional crew. So never say never, COX. Not as long as I'm around.................

April: A Love Story

Something interesting that I'm noticing. I know a few April females around my age or older and all of us are PSYCHED about our birthdays, we make DAMN sure everyone knows it's our birthday, and none of us seem remotely phased that we are aging. I never really noticed that until this year. Fuck we ROCK!!! ; P (The only decent April pic I could find is this old Cosmo cover, there are A LOT of sluts named April let me tell you.)

Okay what else. Ahhh, tomorrow the rowing begins so you know I'll have much to say about that (especially if I fall in). I'm already thinking of what's next. Fencing/Boxing or BOXING-FENCING is probably on the horizon.

Things I have still to do that must be done in April ...

The last two hypnosis lessons (have to be done ASAP!!!)

Get My Eyes Done (aka, I've been wearing my last pair of contacts since before the move)

Find a dentist who doesn't trip me out (my V GM died in the dentist chair)

Taxes

The Census Form, but I suppose that is too late