I Absolutely Love This Song

It has a nice rhythm, slow and seductive. It's perfect for pole fitness.

I like the lyrics and love the edgy, slightly dark, sexually domineering aspects of the video.

The original version is 13:10 minutes long so I posted an edited version instead.

The lyrics can be found below.

Hurricane - 30 Seconds to Mars

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave
No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe
No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of poison rain
Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?
As days go by, the night's on fire

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget
No matter how many lives that I live, I will never regret
There is a fire inside of this heart
And a riot about to explode into flames
Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God?

Ooooooo-ooohhh Ooooooo-ooohhh

Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to torture for my sins?

Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to live a lie?

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

The promises we made were not enough (Never play the game again)
The prayers that we have prayed were like a drug (Never gonna hit the air)
The secrets that we sold were never known (Never sing a song for you)
The love we had, the love we had, we had to let it go.
(Never giving in again, Never giving in again)

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

Whoa, This hurricane [x3]
Whoa
Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to torture for my sins?

Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to live a lie?

Whew, I Survived Pole Fitness 101!

So, my fitness workshop finally arrived yesterday.   Yes!  I was definitely excited about it. 

First I have to say, the women that twirl, spin, climb and continue to look graceful when they do it,  I have a whole new level of respect for them.   *insert applause here*  They totally rock!

Me below, ready to head to the workshop :)

I arrived a little early and was able to snap a picture of what I was about to get myself into as the workout equipment was being put in place.

Even in learning the basics, I was taught quite a bit.  Just after the one workshop, I understand and can demonstrate sitting holding the pole with my thighs with one leg crossed over the other (sitting rather lady like); a second seated position in which my legs are extended out, holding on with my thighs and left hand and extending my right arm back so my body is parallel with the floor; the correct placement of my shin and feet to climb the pole, several spins using my own body as the momentum that include the fireman spin, the “weeee” spin (envision the sound from the GEICO pig commercials), the martini spin, and a reverse spin. 

I have to admit, I am so sore today.  My triceps, biceps, deltoids, trapezoids down to the muscles in my fingers from gripping, spinning and climbing all ache today.  By the time the workshop was over, not only did I have a pole burn mark (picture below) on each of my wrists but I could feel the muscle soreness coming on before I even left.  My inner thighs were sore.  Think about it, you’re gripping a pole with virgin skin on your inner thighs and ouch, it pulls and smarts.   But I’m told after awhile it doesn’t hurt anymore.  I’m going to have faith in that statement.  My shins were red from climbing and spinning.  My inner arms from my wrists to my armpits were pink from spinning and gripping the pole too.  

Even though I feel it every time I lift my arms, I’m excited to continue with the fitness classes.  No pain, no gain right?

Tonight, I have chair fitness class after work.  Hopefully it will be just as much fun.

Happy Monday!

It Was One of THOSE Mornings

I had one of those mornings that was just a tailspin of "Oh Damns", yes plural.

I thought I’d do my hair differently, give it a soft wavy look, and knew I’d be pressed for time if I did.  But I took the chance anyway.  Holy shit, poor planning prompted by doing the hair led to a series of events which made me run behind.  Since I was running late to work, I wasn't able to get the best shot but here is the end result that helped make me late.

 

As I’m doing my hair, the phone rings.  I already know who it is.  There’s typically one person who calls me that early, my daughter in Canada.  I was partially right. I answer with a “Hello” and hear my 16 month old grandson, her son, jabbering on the other end.  I can’t resist talking to him and the call, as usual, leads to Skype.  I’m telling her on the phone, “I've got to get ready or I’m gonna be late.”  So I go grab my computer, set it on the counter in the bathroom and continue to get ready.  Damn, I’m gonna be late.

I am multi-tasking styling crème, hair spray, straightener, and curling rod while I’m talking to my grandson and as I finish doing my hair, I bid her a hasty “Love you two. I’ve got to go. I’m gonna be LATE. Goodbye!”

I continue to get ready and realize what I had in mind to wear for the day, I don’t want to wear anymore but I'd rather wear something else instead.  Well, that something else required that I iron it.  Damn it, I don’t have time for this.  I’m gonna be late!  So, I ironed it.

As I’m ironing, I think “Oh my freakin’ gosh!”  I worked late last night and didn’t get my snacks and meals ready for today.  Damnit, I’m gonna be late!  So, I iron the article and hurry into the kitchen, grab my lunch bag and toss some fruit and nuts and a bottled water and put it by my purse.  I tell myself, I’ll get a salad at work at lunch.  Dang, I’m gonna be late.

I’m finally in the car, backing out of the garage and realize …. Crap!!!  I need gas!  Double damn, I’m gonna be sooo freakin’ late!  So, I head to the gas station to fill up the tank.

As I’m driving to the gas station I realize.  Damn, damn, damn.  Damn, damn.  I didn’t put any lotion on my legs.  Ack!  Then I choose to breathe and tell myself it’s okay because I keep some on my desk at work.  I’ll use it.  But damn, I’m still gonna be late.

I get to the gas station, hurriedly get out of the car, swipe my card, push in my zip and select the gas grade.  I put the nozzle in the orifice for fuel and try to lock it so I don’t have to stand there while it fills up.  Lock, dang it, lock!  *sigh* Selecting the gas grade didn’t take, so I push again.  I’m gonna be late.

While the car is being filled with fuel I go around and put my card back in my purse.  My daughter is laughing at me from the passenger seat  and I still have to drop her snickering self off at school.  Damnnnnn, I’m gonna be late.

Click!  I hear the handle letting me know the tank is full and I walk back around the car to top it off to an even amount.  *short squeeze, quick squeeze, quick squeeze*  What the heck?!!!  $40.00 and 1 cent?!  I can’t have the one cent.  No can do.  With my borderline OCD personality, it’ll drive me crazy.  Not that being late hasn’t already.  So I *squeeeeeze squeeze squeeze* and get it to $41.00 even. Damn, I’m gonna be late.

Okay, I think I’m good to go now.  Just drop my daughter off and head to work.  I head off in the direction of her school and realize I had forgotten to do one other thing.  “Dag nab it, I forgot to put on deodorant!  Oh my gosh, is it freakin’ Monday?” I say.  My daughter still laughs  BUT she can have her laugh.  Lucky for me, I keep a small make-up bag in the desk drawer at work that includes a toothbrush, mini thing of toothpaste, floss, mascara, finger nail file, lip gloss AND deodorant.  Mhmm, yes I do.

I see the traffic on the highway, I can tell I’m really going to be late and I was.  Traffic was horrid and I think I hit most lights once I got off the highway.

I should have vlogged this.  It would have been more entertaining to hear me say all this with my big eyed expressions rather than read it, lol.

    

Moral of the story: Don’t go to work.

Oh and after going to all the trouble of doing something different with my hair, the style is losing its curl.  Since I’m not one for a bunch of hair product in my hair, I guess I should have used more styling crème. Dammit, and it made me late.

Correction - Lola x 5

You know how I had mentioned about a week ago that my daughter is expecting again?

Well I am expecting two grandbabies now.  Not because she's having twins but because my son informed me he and his girlfriend are expecting too.

I was a little surprised when I learned there might be a possibility a couple weeks ago.  He told his sister and he should know his sisters can't keep secrets and she told me. Of course she prefaced it with "Mom.  You can't tell Jim I told you but ...."  

The news has now been confirmed and although he has no idea that I already knew (yet), he shared the news with me yesterday shortly after his girlfriend confirmed the news to him.

My only concern was that he's happy with the unexpected surprise which he is and seems to be ready to embrace an upcoming role as a parent.

My Good Morning Smiles

I love waking up to these two grand-babies, even if it means being greeted with morning spit-up. I love, love, LOVE them!

Trick or Treating With the Grandkids

Kaison as the fearless Batman! He was going to be Bam Bam to go with the Flinstones theme with his baby sister but it was too cold.

Kinsley as 'Pebbles'

My daughter and myself below

Pole Fitness 101

I’m excited.  I’ve just registered in a couple of unique fitness classes.  I love music and I love to dance (just don’t ask me to sing) and I’ve always had an interest in taking a pole fitness class.  So, I am!   What better way to get a workout doing something fun that includes two things I enjoy?  

My thoughts exactly!

The Pole Fitness 101 is a workshop and the other is a weekly class. I figured I’d test the waters and if I enjoy them enough I’ll enroll in a membership with the fitness studio.  They have other classes that have piqued my interest too.

Being middle-aged, I’m sure that some people may think I’m off my rocker.  

To you, kiss my pole. 

But the mere fact is, I’ve had silent interests for most of my adult life. For example, the Boudoir Photography and Pole Fitness are a couple that I’ve never shared with anyone, let alone even thinking of acting on them until recent.  In the past I've made a point to keep those things to myself partly because I felt there would be criticism, judgment, and/or disapproval.  Also, being a young mother and raising children, it just didn’t seem appropriate at the time in trying to be good example for them especially given some of the values I was raised with. You know, it wasn't the "right" thing to do.

Now, I say “Why not?”.  I’m grown.  They’re all adult children with the exception of my 17 year old.   And hey, I’m not getting any younger so I may as well do it now before the aches and pains of getting old kick in. 

Go me!

1 Lola, 2 Lola, 3 Lola ... 4!

Speaking of the little bit o'sunshine mentioned in my post this morning ... Earlier today just before lunch, I'm sitting at my desk and my cellphone rings. I see it's my daughter who lives in Canada, I pick it up and place it to my ear:

Me: Yeeees?
Her: Hey Momsk, whatcha doing?
Me: I'm at work, working.  Why, what are you doing?
Her: Oh, nothing.  But guess what?
Me: You're pregnant, aren't you?
Her: *insert excited giggle here* Yes! I took a pregnancy test and there are two lines, the second one is light but I'm going to take another one in the morning again but the second line has even gotten darker now! I haven't even called Marc yet. I called you first. Mom! You're going to have another grandchild, #4! You're going to be a Lola again! *insert more shocked, excited giggles and laughter here*
Me: *smiling and thinking "Dang, breathe girl"*

So, to make a short story even shorter, unofficially as of right now it looks like I'll be expecting grandbaby #4 in about 8 1/2 months. This will be her second.  This wasn't an "accident", baby #2 was planned just as her first child. They started putting their plan into action for baby #2 about a month ago.

I've tried to brainwash my kids by saying, "Two each, then you're done".

So, that means two of them have already met their quota. Yeah, yeah I know.  It's wishful thinking.

Note: Just in case you're wondering about the title of this post.  I'm called "Lola" by  my grandkids rather than the usual traditional grandmother names.

A Little Bit O' Sunshine in the Morning

I love when I am able to Skype with this little guy as I'm getting ready in the morning for work.  

I love seeing him look at the monitor, smiling when he sees me, having almost his entire face fill the screen as he's saying "Loh-Lah".  I love those big brown eyes and his little toothy smile.

His mom (my daughter) will tell him "Give Lola a kiss". He'll lean toward the monitor and I can hear a little smooch sound as he gives me a kiss.  lol, he'll also try and feed me snacks or food.  He'll hold it out towards the monitor for me to eat and I lean in like I'm taking the bite he's offering, make yum yum sounds and tell him "Thank you" and he'll just smile like I ate it while he puts the same bite into his mouth.

My daughter, son-in-law and grandson live in Canada so it's really hard not seeing him in the context that most grandparents are able to see their grandchildren.  I see him on Skype weekly at minimum but seeing him on the computer is not the same as smothering those chubby little cheeks with smooches, being able to sit in the floor and play with him, chase him around the house, take him to play at the park, sit and read him a favorite book, or even just rocking and holding him.  

I'm really close to my children and being just as close or even closer to my grandchildren is very important to me.  

Plus, grandkids are easier to spoil when they're in close proximity.

Boudoir Photography

I've always been intrigued with this type of photography.  I've looked at many examples and techniques of various photographers ranging from styles that include sexy and glamorous to pin-up to some that are actually quite artistic, tasteful, and sensual. 

I'd love to be the subject of a boudoir photography session .  That's saying bookoos about how much it has me intrigued because typically I don't like to be on the capturing side of a lens.

Some examples below and I tried to keep them tame.

 

 

FYI - A New Blog

I've created a new blog specifically for my tummy tuck surgery so I've transferred all the previous TT blogs over to this blog site - Surgically Revised - My Cosmetic Journey If you'd like to keep up with the recovery process, this is where I'll be posting pictures or updates.  I thought it might be more organized this way.

Just a random pic below taken by my daughter at the bowling alley a couple weeks ago.  After her taking several pics of the top of my head while I read, I figured I'd let her get a better shot and pose for her.

 

Bowling League

A couple weeks ago I was asked to join a bowling league.  I found this to be funny because I've probably bowled a handful of times in my entire life.  BUT I thought "What the heck, why not?"  So I committed to participating in this league once a week for the next few months.   

Tonight is the first league game and the group is fully aware that I'll not be able to participate for a couple of weeks due to having surgery.  I think I was referred to as a "handicap" or someone else will play for me because I'm considered a "handicap".  To be honest, I'm not really sure of the rules or guidelines.  Any of them.  My knowledge of bowling is to try and roll the ball toward the pins and pray it doesn't roll into the gutter.  I suspect I'll become quite knowledgeable on the game when this is all said and done. 

Wow.

On the left is a picture of my son-in-law as a toddler.  

On the right is a picture of my grandson.  

I notice as my grandson gets older he favors my son-in-law more than my daughter but wow, Ayden is his daddy's mini-me.  

I'm afraid he's going to look like his dad and be a bit feisty like his mom.  

Wait, I typed that like it was a bad thing because that is so not how I meant it.  :)

What a Lil Chunky Monkey

Kinsley, my youngest grandchild and only granddaughter, is barely 5 months old and already a ham for the camera.  My daughter, Kinsley's mom, is talking to her which Kinsley loves. She loves attention and is quite demanding about it at times.  Seeing her makes me want to just scoop her up (which I do), kiss those chubby little fat dumpling cheeks (which I do), kiss those short fluffy little arms and legs (which I do), and if not careful I could squeeze that little butterball tighter than I should. 

I just cain't hep it!

Oh, another my daughter sent below.  

I think that's my son playing with Kinsley which in turn is making her giggle.  

School, Another Year Begins

 Today was my youngest's first day back to school.  Summer has officially ended.  For her, it's back to being bored with classes that don't challenge her enough, texting during class, coming home and sleeping until I get home, going to football games and chillin' with her girlfriends.  For me, it's back to being taxi driver and running her to and fro when needed, more dumbass people on the road assured to cause accidents and congest the lanes and being met with school zones as I drive into work.

It's hard to believe that she's in the 11th grade and will soon turn 17.  She will be the last of my children to spread her wings and fly into what life holds for her even though she holds strong to her statement that she's going to live with me until she's 40.  I'm sure she'll come to her senses by the age of 18.

Next year will be busy with senior pictures, senior ring (actually that will probably be this year), senior prom, graduation invitations, all while she suffers from senioritis  with no wanting to go to school and wanting to hurry up and graduate already.

I hope when she embarks on life's journey college is at the top of the list and she'll find her niche in something she truly enjoys. 

Some of My Most Wonderful Blessings

"Children are the rainbow.

Grandchildren are the pot of gold."

Kaison & Kinsley aka K²

She is such a happy baby & he's an awesome big brother.

He definitely is not lacking character, lol

The watchful big brother

Aww, my angel Ayden. I always know when he's ready to get into something.  His pointer finger goes out.

Ayden, my favorite youngest grandson enjoying some Texas sun.

Doting Big Brother

My favorite oldest grandson

My favorite & only granddaughter

Rumpology. Really?

Yes, you read it right.

Rumpology. A pseudoscience in which lines, crevices, dimples, warts, moles and folds of one's derrière are read to predict the future. You know, similar to palm readers only a rump reader instead.

I can just guess what the rumpologist's tell-"tail" prediction is, probably something along the lines of the following:

"After reading your behind, it appears as though you're going to have a shitty life."

That'll be twenty bucks, please.

Dumbass.

Money Magazine Ranks MacTown, Texas #2 Best Place to Live 2012 (Up From #5 in 2010)

Testing Mobile Blogging Capabilities

i immediately realize my shift button on my keypad for my phone does not allow me the capability to capitalize any letters. nor does it allow me to use my function button in order to insert certain punctuation characters. i think the only one it allows is the period.

it does allow me to use my enter or return button. as well as my up and down and left and right buttons but only to move through the blog toolbar and title and subject window. they do not allow me to navigate through the lines of the post.

i see i will not retrieve blogger via mobile due to way too many limitations or at least from my device anyway.

Dallas Arboretum & Botanical Gardens

I went to the Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Gardens yesterday.  There was a deal on Groupon a couple of weeks back that I had purchased and with surgery coming up, I decided it would be best to use it now rather than wait until after and then not get to fit the visit in for some unforeseen reason.  Even though I was a little hesitant to go primarily because of the hot Texas weather and knowing I wouldn’t be arriving until noonish, I proceeded to head that way. 

I took my time, a lot of time, leisurely walking through the gardens looking at what had been created out of greenery and blooms, attempting to capture the beauty of the gardens on my camera.  I actually stunned myself, I spent almost 3 hours enjoying the very warm yet breezy weather, simply taking in flowers and insects.  Even though I did get hot and my hair curled from the sweat and humidity, I continued to take my time.  If I had known anything about horticulture and plants, I’m sure I would have been there longer.  I even took a break getting some cold refreshing water and a frozen lemonade and people watched as I cooled down in the nice breezy shade.

In addition to wonderful gardens, Chihuly, an exhibit of blown glass pieces, was displayed beautifully throughout.  I don’t usually allow myself to be taken aback by things but I was very impressed at the unique pieces of glass stationed in the beds and the small falls as I continued to enjoy my visit.  There were several displays that I thought  “Wow.  Simply, beautiful.”  Some of the displays were uncomplicated in their artistry but some of the others had very unique idiosyncrasies in their form or shape.  The Woman’s Garden was my absolute favorite area in all that I saw yesterday.  It seemed to display the most pieces of Chihuly in one central location at the arboretum.  Not only that, while in the Woman’s Garden, you can look out across the way and see White Rock Lake as the backdrop to the garden.  Visually stunning.

Amazingly, it was very therapeutic.  I’ve had quite a bit on my mind as of late and rather than those thoughts distracting me, I focused on being present in the moments at the arboretum, being present in my surroundings, and optically indulging in what it had to show me.  I came away feeling very relaxed and as if it was time well spent.  Actually, it was the best time spent doing basically nothing in a very long time.

As I stated above, I do have several snapshots (about 150).  I’ll add them later when I have time and as soon as I can figure out a way to add them as a gallery, I will. But I think that’s going to require some tweaking and/or some researching about the best way to post photos as an album.  I’d rather not do a link in a blog just as I'm unsure that I want a bunch of pictures dominating a blog post. And then another option, I’m not too sure about PWA.  As soon as I can invest a little time in seeing what works best for me then I’ll add them. I'm also open to suggestions too.  So, for now a few of my favorites below:

My Main Fave - I don't recall the name

Carnival Boat

Persian Pond

Dallas Star

Another of my favorites in the Women's Garden

A New Blogging Chapter

So, I'm here trying out the site.  I'm not sure what there is to offer and I'm sure it will take a bit for me to learn the hows of blogging and posting here.  This isn't my first blogging site and not sure it will even be the last but it is the here and for now.  I'm still currently on Multiply but eventually plan on deleting it before the social aspect of it goes away.

I remember when I was first introduced to blogging back on Y!360 and how I struggled with sharing details of my life.  I have definitely grown in the many years since then and feel more comfortable blogging whether it's publicly or privately.

I hope to blog here chronologically as things happen in my life.  Some of it may be interesting, some of it maybe not but it's me sharing my happy times, my worries, my fears, my gripes, my family, my wants and most importantly my thoughts.  I hope you'll find something interesting and not see your stop as a waste of a click.

And so my Blogger begins .....

EDIT: Any blogs preceding this one were brought over from other blogging sites prior to Blogger.

I Blog

It's been a long week and there's still one day left.  It started off with a call from my oldest daughter calling to share that my son-in-law dislocated his shoulder in a hockey tournament. Ouch.  Correction, mega ouch. Days following include dropping in on my mother most evenings on the way home from work to make sure she's okay before heading home to cook dinner and partake in domestic duties that my tidy and neat personality cater to. My mom's been sick with bronchitis among a few other things I care not mention.  She has a CT-scan scheduled as she is hearing an odd noise in her lungs when she breathes.  Not good. And after working it out that my brother take her to her appointment so I didn't have to take any time off today the cold/flu has now caught up with my daughter and she's sick working on her second day home from school.  That makes me the lucky winner of taking off regardless so I can take her to the doctor this afternoon to hopefully nip this in the bud before it gets worse. But hey, tomorrow is Friday.  That's gotta count for something.