Down with Tania.

For those unfamiliar with Beach Body’s Insanity exercise program, she is one of the people jumping, flailing and drenched in sweat in the DVDs.  Given, I don’t have anything against her personally.  I will also not literally go after her.

I’ve just always been annoyed with her in the videos.  If anyone, Sarah understands this.

So, she must be defeated.
And I will defeat her.  I will kick her ass in reps and speed, not take as many breaks as her, etc.

I have a vendetta to compete against (and beat) someone in an exercise video.  Neat.

And I’m also teaching myself “Reading Rainbow” on guitar.  So…that’s awesome.

Hey, you have to keep things interesting, ya know?

Whilest pondering the fond memories of KC summers past, and whilest typing in awkwardlyst mannerst (what the hell am I typing?), I decided to do it.  Buy the ticket.  Book the flight.

I’m coming to KC in August. 

Sadly and excitingly enough, a lot of my trip will be focused around restaurants and friends and family meeting me at said restaurants.  Okay, DRIVING me to said restaurants cuz I’m sure as hell not going to have a car.  What’s in the plans?

• Oklahoma Joe’s
• McCoy’s
• Jose Pepper’s
• Blanc Burger
• Johnny’s Tavern (for…wait for it, wait for it…pretzels and cheese!)

If possible, I’d like to hit up Genghis Khan, Blue Koi and Waldo Pizza, but we shall see.  I’m seriously going to gain about 10 pounds over my trip, but it will be so worth it.

A Sporting KC game, the Keyhole and the second night of Kanrocksas are also in the plans.  SO excited.  42 days…

And definitely counting.

*cue music* "Right Now!"

I read a quote somewhere saying that Hell is always wanting to be somewhere different than where you are.  The italicized portion below touches on this and is from a book I’ve been reading off and on over the past couple of months: Women, Food and God.

I think it hits on a majority of the issues I and other people seem to be coming across in life at the moment.  Overall, I’ve noticed various others (including myself) defining their happiness on a goal that has yet to be reached whilst saying and/or thinking, “I’m just waiting until I can do this or that” or “I’ll be happy/complete/cool/a good person/finally worth something when I get to this point…”

It’s not about the goal.  It’s not about Being Thin or Being Someone Special or Getting There.  Those are fantasies in your mind – - and they are all in the future, a future that never comes.  Because when your goals are reached, they will be reached in the “right now.”  And in the “right now,” you will still be you, doing the same things you do now.  You will still stand up.  Walk around….Sleep.  [You will still] Feel happy.  Feel devastated.  Feel lonely.  Feel loved.  Get old.  Die…

Can you accept [your choices]?  …As the willingness to stop defining your tasks as a means to an end and instead inhabit what you yourself have chosen.  What if this is exactly what you are supposed to be doing because it is what you are doing?…

When you you miss those moments because you’d rather be doing something else, you are missing your own life.  Those moments are gone.  You will never get them back.

"Live in the now!"

You know, I used to go around saying and thinking, “I was meant for so much more.  I can do better.  I will be better.  Just wait.  Good and big things are coming for me.  Just wait.”

Wait.  Wait, wait wait wait!  In the meantime, I’ve lost all of those moments in between the starting point and Missy the Great.  While I think it IS great and necessary for you to strive for more in life and to have goals, I don’t think you should wait to accept the present and be happy right now.

I understand life isn’t about walking out the door with a huge grin on your face regardless of circumstance.  Because, as we all know, certain events or circumstances really REALLY suck.  Or just kinda suck.  Or we’re just unhappy or not pleased with the outcome.  Sometimes, we’re just not in a good mood for no reason at all.

I don’t think you have to have a reason to be pissy or unhappy or pleased or overjoyed.  Sometimes, you just feel whatever and it is what it is.  You’re still you.  And you still have power over your mind.  And your life.  And your choice to be happy… umm…right…aboooout….NOW.

Nevertheless, I’m writing this more for personal mental permanence rather than as a sermon.  Believe me, this is something I fight with on a daily, if not (okay, definitely) a second-by-second basis.  I can’t be one to judge and preach to others on what they think and feel because I’m a prime example of “Future Dwelling.”  I’m an escape artist.

I guess the “artist” part of it is that I don’t know when that time will be or the destination of my escape.  (The art is the mystery, right?  Ha!  Riiiiight.)  Unlike Doc and Marty, I can’t travel through time.

I would, however, settle for a DeLorean.  Who’s riding with me?

Warning: NSFW (or turn down the volume/wear headphones)

The music at the end ties everything together quite nicely.

Thanks, Tosh.0 blog.

The Dude and I went to another Strikers game last night.  The game was supposed to start at 7:30… *cue rain*….delayed to 8:15… delayed to 8:30… by this time, the rain was coming down in buckets/sheets (sheet buckets?  buckets of sheets?), so we decided to leave.  Some people toughed it out and waited around longer in the downpour; regardless, the game ended up having to be rescheduled.

This was NOT me last night. Showerheads were also not involved.

Random of the Day: We went to go see the movie Bridesmaids tonight, and before we went in, we donated blood at the mobile blood bank parked in the parking lot of the theater.  Save a life.  Give Blood.  And in this case, get free movie passes.  Score!

Anywho, what I do NOT understand is naming your car or, in this case, motorcycle and getting a decal with the name of it placed on the car.  Case in point right here:

The White Satin Beast

Damn phone.  Okay, I know you can’t read it, but on the back, it reads “Nights in White Satin,” a play on the The Moody Blues’ song “Knights in White Satin.”

To each their own, I suppose.  I digress…

We have seen some excellent names for boats down here, however.  I’ll try to post more on here.

What do you think?  Have you named your means of transportation?  If it’s okay to name your boat, is it okay to name your bike, your moped and your motorized wheelchair scooter?

Until tomorrow…

Not a shabby way to start the night...

Annnnnd guess what.  That’s right -  It happened again today.  Cool thing is I get to see a lot of big, fancy yachts and sailboats and stuff while I wait.

So I’m trying this new thing all the kids be talking about: Writing on the Interwebs and stuff.  You might have seen me do it from time to time.  I tend to ramble and be silly and weird… and do it much less often than I should in my opinion.  Thus, I’m making a pact to write at least one entry a day, be it short or be it long(er).  If you see some of the entries are password-protected, ask and you shall (might) receive. 

I understand the entire question of “If you didn’t want it made public, than why would you put it on your PUBLIC blog?” 

To keep it short and sweet: I don’t care.  This is where I want my blog, this is where I want to write, be silly, be serious and sometimes, password-protect my sh*t. 

And on to your sporatically-scheduled blogging…

So yeah, we’re still in Florida.  I just got my Florida driver’s license and tags and am officially driving legally.  In fact, I’d say I’m one of the best drivers in the state.  No, really.  You think KC drivers freak out when it rains or snows…There are sites devoted to the fecal-fest that is Florida Driving.

Just to give you a hint of what goes on down here, here are some rules and guidelines for Florida driving:

1) You can only really drive in the middle lane of traffic.  I.E. if there are three lanes of traffic going any direction, you are better off staying in the middle lane AT ALL TIMES.  No one in the “fast” or “slow” lanes knows where they’re going, so they will drive at least 20 mph under the freakin’ speed limit while they try to find the one Italian restaurant they want to go to.  (Note: There are a million Italian restaurants down here.  If you don’t like the pizza at one place, just cross the street.  Some good pizza, I’ll say, but that’s another post altogether.)

2) All lanes are free-range for swerving.  No one is safe.  Those dotted lines can’t hold anyone back!

3) Blinkers, also known as turn signals to some, are not necessary.  People will get out of your way, right?  Oh wait, no… maybe THAT’s another reason Florida car insurance is so freaking high…

4) Road rage is not uncommon.  It’s like a whole bunch of people with hardass East Coast attitudes have been given more space on the open road to ACT on aggression.  I’ve never been to New York or Boston or anywhere in the Northeast for that matter, so I know this might be presumptuous… BUT REALLY…people chase each other down across three lanes of traffic in the middle of freakin’ Pompano Beach.  Pompano Beach!  A suburb!  It’s like Need for Speed IV: Snowbirds Edition.

Hey, we do live near an airport…

5) Honk.  For any reason.  In fact, when it doubt, honk.  People honk if they’re frustrated with a car four cars in front of them, people honk if a pedestrian who has the right-of-way (you know, the “WALK” signal) crosses the street when cars want to turn right on red.  I’ve actually contemplated entering every intersection honking, regardless of whether or not I had a green light, just to feel like I fit in.

I’d hate to start a Need for Speed chase, however.  Depends on how the points system works and if I can get some decals and a sweet sponsorship for the Fit.  Missy’s Fit.  I could call it the MisFit.  Ha.

(Okay, done.)