Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice...

What a load of bullcrap. When a gal's on the ragg, ain't nothin' sweet and spicey about her. It's all piss n' vinegar as far as I'm concerned.

Today I was just about to begin working out at the gym when BOOM. I get my period. Of course...I am unprepared and have nothing on me but my Fendi bag filled with nothing even resembling feminine protection...I run into the shower area to the wall dispenser and am greeted with two blaring windows that read "EMPTY". Shit!

See what I mean? Where's the sugar and spice, I ask you?

Anyway...I am thankful for the following things:

I am thankful that my friend was in the locker room getting ready for a training session.

I am thankful that she went shopping at Kmart yesterday.

I am thankful that she clipped a coupon for a multi-pack of Kotex.

I am thankful that she was too lazy to unload the bags from her car lastnight.

And, lastly...I am most thankful and ever so grateful as she is handing me the keys to her car so I can go out to the parking lot and fish a tampon out of the bags still sitting in her trunk!

I must say too that it was a nice little work out afterall, and that after I downed two Motrin from the uterus folding cramps I had when I got home...I was actually starting to feel less pissy and vinegarey...not exactly sweet, but not bitter either.

Go figure! Have a good night, Stinkeydoos...

PS... the entry I wanted CStink to post is up! Check it out below, Yo...
It's the one titled, "Camp, Not Just for Drag Queens."

Blogger's acting up...I'm lying here thinking I should be nice and faithful and put up a post, but realize..."I really don't have anything on my mind to blog about." When I pull up our page, I see and read a fantabulous new post by CStink...so I go to log in to compliment her on another brilliant entry when I see in our Blogger edit page that the entry I had just read up on our site is still in Draft mode...Whassupwitdat?

Anyway...CSTINK! You need to publish that entry! It's so yummy, ooey, gooey, chewy and satisfyingly delicious that you must share with our readers...

OMG, I'm picking up a weak wireless signal, have low battery, and two kids grabbing at my arms right now...but here's a quickie for you...I drove my Disco on a road today that was being repaved, and got a rock stuck in one of the brakes up front. The squealing noise was unbearably loud and funny. The looks we got were equally hilarious. By the time I pull up to our garage, our mechanic looks at me and says..."Do you hear yourself?!" Shaking his head at me like I did it somehow on purpose. He was totally making fun of me!

Anyway, the rock's out, but it totally fucked up our afternoon plans, and I ended up having to hang out in an impromptu playdate to keep the pups happy. The only thing was that the playdate was with this wildpackanimal of a kid that, has no impulse control whatsoever...Yeah, it was completely nerve wracking, with him jumping on my furniture, running all over the house, screaming and crying at every little thing, and culminated with him throwing a total hissy when my lil' babystinkpup took a sip out of his water bottle. He took the bottle and sprayed it all over the dining room table in a fit and then blew up. He calmed down, but just as he's FINALLY about to leave, still managed to throw the remaining amount of water in the bottle all over Bigstinkpup, the floor, the front door, and the shoes in the foyer...(das right homies, we Asians really DO take our shoes off at the door.) What can I say other than..."YYYeP...Good times!"

We STINK!

How bad have we both been about blogging lately? Very, very, very naughty, indeed. It's not as though we've been super ass busy lately...just usual day-to-day crap, though CStink is in the home stretch of her 5k training, now turned 10k! She's also resumed finishing the work on her house with butt-kicking vengeance! Me? Must have been the ovulating or PMSing or MSing, cuz I've been doing some major nesting...cleaning, moving furniture, washing, folding, organizing, etc. I told Mr. BS that I don't like any of this behavior one bit, so not to get used to it, because this domestic goddess crap is just not my style. Other than that, I'm still exercising, but with not much results...I've actually gained 5 pounds! All bloat and lactic acid, I'm told. Feh, whatever! I do feel the cross over into my daily activities though. I'm stronger and tire much less easily, so that's good, huh?

We are going to try to squeeze ourselves into a popular Pilates reformer class at our gym on Thursday, though I'm scared that I'm just going to be a total weakling, left with my hair all tangled in the machine, farting, and wheezing in a corner. We shall see! I won't know unless I try, right?

Speaking of the gym...CStink and I went to do some cardio together last week, I believe it was, and SHE IS A CARDIO QUEEN. Holy Shit, did she put my sorry ass to shame! She gets up onto the elliptical and goes full-on bionic energizer bunny fast for an hour and doesn't slow for a second. As for me? I friggin' hate the elliptical...I think it's evil, and my body goes into sheer rejection mode as soon as I start to move on it. I have no elliptical endurance strength...give me the lame ol' treadmill, baby, cuz that's about all I'm good for right now. I can only hope to one day be in enough shape to actually go running with CStink, and not die along the way. She said something hilarious on the way home from the gym...we were in my Disco, driving along, talking about how we were sweaty, all oily and gross, and not showered, etc, when she starts to laugh and tells me, "I'm conditioning the leather on your seat." hahaha! Then we went for lunch. Good times!

I spoke with a Suzuki Guitar instructor today about setting up BigStinkPup for lessons. The thing with Suzuki is that they can start at a much younger age for music lessons, because there is parent involvement...meaning I will also have to have lessons to help him in his...7 weeks of "Parent Education" before his lessons even begin! It's all worth it to me though, because I have not picked up my guitar in ages, and have just about forgotten all that I learned when I took a guitar class at the New School oh, about 15 years ago...no joke. So ultimately, this is something we can do together, and bond over. They start at the age of 3 with guitar, so maybe next fall, BabyStinkPup can start lessons too! OMG, too funny to even think about, he will totally get all rockstar and smash the shit out of any guitar he comes near! Better rethink that one...

So that's all I've got for you right now...promise to make a better effort at keeping up the posts! Peace!