working out is bad for you health

i feel like i have worked out just my neck and back out for a week. my headache borders on annoying after 800mg of ibuprofen, everything is pretty much irritating. but what to expect from a drunk and drugged red light runner who slams in to your car going 50? optimistically it could be worse, i could have accelerated and been crushed, optimistically, i could have gotten out of the car with my 4-inch buck knife and decided that the drunken drugger needs a makeover from hannibal lecter, optimistically, hannah wasn't with me which saved him from years of unproductive, unsatisfactory sex life. hmmmm i could keep going..... but i believe you get the picture. he'll have his day in court, and if i do have to show, well, that will be unfortunate :) i just am not sure how i feel about going to work out in the early hours any longer, the roads are not safe at 5am people! beware! with that said, all you people stop calling me! seriously the phone hasn't stopped ringing from 700am! note:hit by car, severe headache, need to sleep, unwritten law says don't call before 9! oh and hubby if you are reading, thanks for deciding today was the day to try and keep hannah from sesame street. it worked out well wouldn't you say?! (that last part is dripping with sarcasm). tomorrow will be better.

home

ahh. just the thought of the smell of home and hannah is enough to want me to race back even from the most beautiful of paradise. in this case it was oahu. beautiful piece of property, good friends and family which always make for good entertainment. got back late last night, and for those in attendance i wasn't kidding when i said don't call for about a week! it was a wonderful vacation with its fair share of family drama, dirty looks, exaggerated sighing, laziness, beautiful scenery, exotic fish (love the parrotfish i have to say) feeling fat in a bikini, "girth"tuous buffets, (enter fat in bikini again), crazy cab drivers and major generational gaps which always make for an adventurous nightlife. all in all i would say a success. oh except for the loss of one hundred bucks, headaches, head slamming, abcesses, alligator rashes that spread, back aches, periods, jellyfish, a near-death at hanauma bay, and several unfortunate event with beverages. but on the good side, well, it just makes you love your family more doesn't it? they sure can bring out the best and worst like no one else can. with that said, a good year till the next family vacay is plenty. jk! liz jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk. i heard that a million times this trip. i may be off this weekend for another adventure with hubby and hannah, of then which i will be sick of them as well and all will be back to normal. ttfn

Week

i have to admit, its easy to forget this thing. what a week, though i know you don't care what i had for lunch, to sum up my week might be a tad more appealing? maybe? well thought mom had atherosclerosis, worked 14 hours, sat once--yes once-- thought mom had an ulcer, tried to clean the house, mom had gallbladder removed, worked again, and still haven't got to the planning stages of hawaii and or sedona which is vastly approaching. but my butt hurts from working out every morning at 5am. yes. as i write it doesn't seem that hectic, i assure you it was.
i was conversing loudly with hubby this morning, and i heard this little confident voice telling me i need to take a break. "take a break mom, take a break" uh-huh. 3.5 yrs old. i am in for a rough adolescence.
a stange phenomenon occured today, at my workout class a woman wore a shirt that advertised, meaning she took a black marker and wrote it on her shirt, that said, "9/11 survivor, wtc 92nd floor" i noticed it first thing and when off to the side asked her (yes like a dope) if her shirt was real. well of course it was, who would wear that if they weren't right? anyway she said something to that affect, and i just shook her hand and said amazing and that i was glad to have met her. the thing is, no one else questioned her about her shirt. no one asked her! i don't believe that she announced it to the 30 other women in attendanceperviously, so... i just don't get it. is it the risk of uncomfort to them or her? is it still such an issue to not talk about, too soon? i mean if she didn't want to talk about it, don't wear the shirt. it started me thinking about us as a society, ok not really, i am just thinking it now. but seriously how f%$#^! up. how about just a little something, i don't know. but everyone is so concerned about not offending or being so pc that its over the top. not to question, just to know the experience of an individual who first hand lived through one of the most significant events in us history. it would be an honor to hear, but also a lesson. hmmm. got any other impressions?

oink oink

this is just a little blurb with some minor vegetarian ramblings.. minor! stick with me, i know i am outnumbered but its just that sometimes the absurd carnivorous world is funny. i am making sandwiches for hubby and hannah and they want, you got it a ham sandwich. ok no prob, i have handled a bit of meat before right? ok you sick and twisted friends of mine, leave that alone-i mean meat you eat. hahaha! this is getting worse.... anyway, the ham, its oscar meyer, is honey flavored, its water added and its.. ready-- shaved. this mental picture that came searing across my mind was some bloodied hunter telling his butcher as he hands him a huge still warm hog, "i'll pick it up tomorrow, and i want it shaved" i mean its like the movie saw for the animal world, of course hopefully they are dead before the shaving begins. anyone with me on this? a little sick, a little funny, totally unappetizing. i mean even if you ate meat i am not sure it has to be said. i understand it equates to being sliced very thinly, but still. ok vegetarian proclamation is officially over- sorry- for the pig!

happy birthday liz!

Day 2

ha! and you thought i wouldn't write huh? today is my dear friends birthday, she joins the ranks of 28ers like myself. interesting age. she is nose deep in her career and loving the city dating circle of denver, which could be the 7th circle of hell for all i know, but at least she is happy. my daughters ballet tap recital (1st!) is today, i will have to post pics of that later, she has been galloping around the house like a midget ballerina all morning. i.... do ... not... get.... it..... never did. it has to be some recessive trait or mutation! yeah-mutation. i asked my husband last night a question of which i will ask you as well, we were all snuggly in the bed, gazing dreamily into each others eyes and i asked: "would you rather burn to death or bleed to death from all your limbs getting hacked off?" fortunately, my husband understands 1 my dark side 2 my knack for timing. then i had to explain to him that you of course had to go through having your limbs getting hacked off first, he chose fire after much eye rolling and sighing. so i pose this question to you. i may actually have to have a section here for my dark side, or as my nurse friends call it "kaitlin's little dark spot of her heart." hey no judging here! so answer! muahhhahhhahhaa!

Attempt

Ok - so here it goes, not that i am promising commitment here. the diary i promised to keep has long been functionally put to use to elevate something or other so this should be interesting. why not? i am sitting here partly regretting this already yet interested and and driven enough with 3 cups of coffee to at least make one blog today and even load a pic! applause? no? well anyway, i think that i will run this as a up to date, pay as you go installation. rehashing all my past events from even last week seems daunting, thus, today as of 9:23 am i am getting groomed by my 3 year old with a doll brush, have a dog walking around with socks on her paws my house is a mess and hmmm i need to paint a dresser! FUN. other than that my life is consumed my ms meyers literary prose to an unhealthy level and i am working my butt off, (to no avail) to look decent in a bikini in hawaii in a few weeks. feel free to post online motivation ha ha. more like feel free to come a bolt down my cupboard and fridge.
my daughter hannah, love of my life, she is silent in the other room, which only means sinister plans are about to wreck havoc somewhere.... i must go.