I haven't dropped off the face of the earth.

My head is full of shit at the moment which I'm still sifting through. One positive note I've gotten a very part-time job at my gym and my best friend is a fucking rockstar. She's going to 'give' me a job with her so I can have more on my resume. It's not far off since I've been editing grant proposals for her. Still, it's way more then I expected and I love her massively for this.

Let's hear it for projectile vomit!

Kidding. Seriously, no cheering allowed for projectile vomiting. I am not joking here. Maybe once I'm done with the appletini my neighbor made for me I could joke but not now. The liquor has yet to kick in and the candle is barely masking the eau de vomit wafting through the air.

Brendan started looking puny during lunch. At one point he complained of his back hurting. Considering the amount of monkeying around the boys have done this weekend between wrestling, using both Jason and I as jungle gyms, running around at the park, I wasn't exactly surprised about any aching going on. Because he wasn't feeling up to par, Jason told him he'd stay here instead of going with him on a few errands. Not a problem since he's been fighting a cold for the past couple of days. A nap would do him some good at this point even if he denies any sort of ill feeling within his body.

While Colin waited for Jason I had the boys start putting their laundry away. Colin runs into the bedroom saying Brendan threw up. Brendan's standing there, holding his clean laundry now covered in vomit. I have him toss the clothes to the ground, thinking he only needed to brush his teeth until one look at his face. Off he runs to the bathroom only he doesn't make it in time. All over the door, carpet and wall. Fucking awesome. Have I ever mentioned my sympathy vomiting I have since being pregnant? Yeah especially since I'm the one cleaning up the mess from a barely digested lunch.

At this point he's finished puking and is brushing his teeth while I'm staring at the mess. Staring. Trying not to breathe the fresh smell of puke. Jason starts giggling as I'm kneeling beside the first area, gloved and ready with a roll of paper towels. Brendan told him he feels okay now and still wants to hang out with Dad and Colin.

At least I have a double appletini at my elbow as I type this. Half drunk in it's neon green glow. Anything is better with liquor. Or beer but I wasn't in the mood for beer.

Why go to the gym

if you're not going to break a sweat?

I know I'm far from the last person in noticing this phenomena with certain gym visitors. There is one person who looks perfect but actually kicks ass in her workouts. The perfect hair, perfect gym clothes and doesn't break a fucking sweat. Only I've seen her lift so I know she's in shape.

This morning someone was talking on their cellphone while using the elliptical. Half the time I refuse to use mine while sitting outside because of the sweat so I can only imagine how lovely hers would have been if she actually got a workout. Others have full on normal conversations without pausing for breaths or sweating buckets. I don't understand why they even bother. My neighbor calls them cheerleaders for wanting to look good without effort. They are also the same ones who usually have make-up.

Me? I'm red faced and sweating 10 minutes into my cardio. By the end of my hour, my t-shirt is damp, my hair is damp and I've been sweating in places you didn't think you could sweat. One of these days I may actually get a kick-ass workout without being drenched but it won't happen without sweating a shitload in the meantime.

Be a respectful neighbor please

There is a couple living next door to us with two wee yippers for pets. This morning they got a late start on the constant barking. I don't think we heard them until around 7:30ish. Or that's when I actually started paying attention since the older two were out of the house by then.

Since we've moved in the dogs are outside before 7am every single day. Barking at whatever which usually means absolutely nothing. One thing I've noticed is they're outside way more when the husband is out of town. Even our other neighbor hates the fucking yippers and she has two dogs slightly larger only she controls their barking by bringing them inside.

I think if this trend continues, which I'm fairly certain it will, I'll be having a talk with them. Jake's room is on the side of the house facing theirs. Almost every single nap he's gone down for the dogs have been outside yipping. Only once has the wife actually come out for shushing measures after a good hour of nonstop barking.

So much fun living next to people who don't give a rat's ass how their pets behave. My only question is how in the hell she can stand listening to the yipping all day long.

Worn out is my middle name

Between the gym and mowing the lawn I am worn out.

I pushed myself this morning on the elliptical which I'm sure my arse will thank me tomorrow. I love the random workouts you can choose so you don't give yourself an easy workout. Apparently the one I chose this morning was the gluteal workout. Why don't they just name the butt work out something along the lines of 'your arse will hate you in the morning' or 'how to become more asscular as you don't age gracefully'. Or completely ignore me since I'm obviously speaking out of something.

While my weight hasn't budged yet I can see a difference in my body already since getting back into working out. Shaving my legs in the shower I can see definition coming back. My abs are slowly getting stronger, something I noticed the other day when checking my diastasis out. I can feel the muscles in my mid-abdomen now. Before it was only the upper abs I could feel. Bit by bit I'm reclaiming my body back into something healthy and strong.

Unfortunately, I wish I could say that for my lawn mowing skills. We bought a self-propelling lawnmower. This works great as long as I'm going straight. It's the hills and curves which I find to be a bitch in maneuvering the damn thing. I don't have the strength yet in turning the mower around the nooks in our yard. I would have completed the backyard with the weed whacker if I could have gotten it started. I'll have Jason show me the trick later on today. Truly, I'm not a complete moron when it comes to following directions.

I'm trying something new

Last night we joined a local gym near our house. While there's two gyms on post childcare is spotty and done one a co-op basis. Don't get me wrong, I would have done the co-op in a heartbeat if I knew there was any sort of consistency. I don't want to get Jake and myself ready only to drive back home because no one is there to watch him while I work out. This gym has free childcare with set hours! Jason's also realized how rough the next few weeks/months will be with school and needs to get in his workouts whenever possible. He doesn't exactly want to spend anymore time on post then needed.

Ideally I want my happy ass in the gym 5 days a week for cardio. I've been working out at home with dvd's but need to kick up the cardio bit regardless what the workouts I'm doing say. This also gets me out of the house so I don't get myself in trouble. The whole plan is getting myself to the gym first thing in the morning thus cutting down on procrastination time. Then I'll be doing my Fluidity or Squeeze workouts 3 times a week. Once I get myself back into a regular routine, I'll incorporate other workouts I have at home with the cardio being the one constant.

This morning was my first day at the gym. Surprisingly I wasn't winded at all even though I haven't used a treadmill, stationary bike or elliptical trainer in months. The one issue I'll have is the stationary bike. My arse is sore and the copious amounts of scar tissue I have isn't helping the situation. I'll most likely go between the recumbent bike and stationary until I get past the soreness and break up the scar tissue some. On the left side by my tailbone it still hurts. I will get to a physical terrorist again if this continues. Otherwise I feel good.

Boring, Sydney, Boring.

I'm bored. School starts next week so I'll be even more bored. Sure there's stuff I could do around the house only it'd last all of 10 minutes. Which means I'm sitting here in front of the t.v. while putzing around on the internet. Here is all the excitement from being a stay at home mom once again. Woohoo!

On a good note we might have sold our double jogging stroller this morning. One of the families at the pool has twins. We're bringing the stroller with us tomorrow so they can check it out. Fortunately they don't give a damn it's not in pristine condition. They appreciate the fact it's been used. Keep your fingers crossed it leaves our hands.