Are those ladies topless?

So I've been fighting off a head cold, while worrying about the washing machine backing up through the toilet.  I got home from work and DaNae was planted downstairs to make sure nothing happened while doing the laundry.  She came up stairs to see what I was doing and told me how she had found a children's movie on netflix and was watching it.  She went on to tell me about it.

I wasn't too interested as I just wanting something to drink and get refreshed, then go relax.  I sat down on the couch downstairs after hydrating and checked out this movie DaNae was so excited about.  After about ten minutes I saw a guy passed out from a heroin injection, a guy named muff diver and a guy who used profanity every couple words.  I was a little surprised by what was being passed off as a kid's movie these days.  I definitely thought it was weird but decided not to say anything. But then the main characters enter a topless bar and I turned to my wife and had to ask her if the those were baby milk jugs on the screen.  They were.  She turned it off, explained that she seriously thought it was a kids movie, even though now she saw that it was rated R and we both had a good laugh...

Nice recovery...

Yesterday wasn't a good day.  I was grumpy, I didn't write and the washing machine backed up through the toilet in the basement (which I discovered an hour later, after a stepping on a soaked carpet).

I filled up my car at Dillion's and as I drove up I saw a guy digging through a large pile of stuff in the middle of the parking lot.  Twenty feet away there was a truck with the tail gate down and with the bed of the truck half full of more stuff.  I thought they must've accidentally lost half their load driving up to a pump.  I got to another pump and as I filled up I noticed that they had a fire extinguisher, and some of the boxes were blackened and I could smell smoke.  I guess while moving, something lit something else on fire and well, a gas pump is the last place you want such things to happen.  I guess their day could've been worse.  At least they had a fire extinguisher handy.

Not sure why some days are just worse than others, but today was a good restart.  I only woke up tired rather than grumpy, I jotted down 1200 words and the carpet is dry.  Today was a good day...

A little farther...

I hit the end of week 2 of the couch to 5k today, and I also hit 50k words on my story today.  It seems like the more I write, the larger the story becomes.  I'm half way through a scene that I hadn't even thought up before it spilled out on the paper and now I'm at somewhat of a loss on what's happening.  But the more I write the more comfortable I am with the story doing its own thing.  It tends to be better than what I thought up.  Its richer! 

I just wish I were closer to being done and able to start on the next story.  I thought I'd be done by the end of this month, but its not going to happen.  Last week I eeked out nearly 8k words, and today I'm struggling to do 1k.  I wish I could consistently hit 2k+.  Maybe I need to take more time at home to get it done.  I never write on the weekends, or if I do, its to revise stuff I have already done. 

I have one more chapter to 'fix' that I wrote a couple years ago, and then I'll start letting my wife read through it and tell me what she thinks.  I'm wondering if she will like it.  It has some dark parts that I'm she'll not like much, but hopefully in the end she'll be intrigued enough to want to know what happens next in the story. 

But that's it.  Maybe I'll write a little more and get past this little detour and on to the big picture....

Unmotivation...

I'm sitting here, my alarm having just gone off even though I've been up for about 20 minutes after being woken up by nature calling.  Its Saturday and I'm suppose to be running day 2 of week 2 for the couch to 5k program and I'm just wanting to stay in bed.

I woke up at 1:30 thinking it was closer to 6:30, feeling fully rested, and asked DaNae what time it was (the clock is on her side of the bed).  I thought the night would never end at that point.  Now I'm tired and dragging and just want to curl up in a ball under a blanket and wake up again in a few hours.

I wanted to run yesterday but I had to get to work early so I could get off early to be at the doctor's for Charleigh's 4 month appointment.  It was worth it, but I seem to have more motivation to run on the days I can't.  That doesn't seem right.

Well I'm going to go run now regardless of how I feel, fully knowing I'll feel great afterwords, if not a little tired.  But its Saturday so I can go back to bed then if I want....

**Update**  I did it, feel great, even though the last 3 jogs felt a lost worse than the last time I ran.  My legs feel kinda tight, gonna have to stretch them some more, but I got back and my wife had some homemade egg mcbiscuits waiting for me in the oven!  MMmmmm...

Progess...

...it feels good.

I ran today for the second time this week.  I had planned on running Wednesday, but my legs were not as responsive after the Monday run.  Instead of killing myself in order to run and make myself hate it more, I withheld until today.  It felt good.  Well, actually much like last time, it felt great afterwards.  I was actually peppy at work!

I was peppy until I had to listen to a coworker rant and rave about how crappy life is.  He told me back at Halloween that he doesn't give out candy because he doesn't want to support all 'that demonic stuff'.  Then he told me last week that he stays up late on Thursdays because that's the night all his favorite shows are on TV, including the vampire diaries.  I've never seen the show but I'm assuming its not glorifying God or anything.    Seriously, this guy wears me down most days (lucky I only work with him 3 days a week) and I'm starting to see the areas of my life where he is rubbing off on me.  I'll have to put the kabosh to that. 

In other news, I think next month I'm setting a goal of not watching movies with my wife until she has seen it all the way through.  Just kidding.  I won't set that goal, but I think it might make our evenings more pleasant when we do watch a movie together.  Here's what usually happens....
1)movie starts.
2)danae falls asleep.
3)a large portion of the movie plays out on the screen.
4)danae wakes up.
5)danae asks questions, like 'who's that guy?'  'what's going on?'  'what did i miss?'
6)bill gets frustrated, just wants to watch the movie without explaining who's who and major/minor plot points.
7)bill refuses to talk to danae.
8)danae cries.
9)bill feels like an ass.
10)bill apologizes.
11)movie ends.

Okay, some of that is an exaggeration, and DaNae now has a beautiful little leach stuck to her chest part of the time and is watching the neighbor kid, so its not surprising she gets tired.  So I just need to suck it up and be a man and pause the movie every time her eyes shut, or at least find some other viable solution to enjoying the evenings with my wonderful wife...

Sigh....

..I did it.  I did my morning run.  I did it with a couple thin layers of clothes on, which at the beginning of the run felt good but by the end felt smothering.  I did several loops around Julie Dr. and 14th. St.  It didn't feel good. 

But I feel like a accomplished something today.  My legs feel a little bit like jell-o but not as much as the first time I ran five years ago (my legs were nearly non-responsive after that 3 mile jog).  I probably walk/ran a couple miles this morning and I feel good about the accomplishment. 

I will go forth again on wednesday, despite forecasts of rain/snow (well thats what my coworker told me the radio told him, isn't weather gossip just fabulous?) and try it again.  Hopefully strength and lung capacity increase with each one and life will be grand.

First Run Through...

...my block is tomorrow.  I'm going to get up early, empty my bowels and briskly walk for 5 minutes (possibly in the rain) before cycling between 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking around my block.  I'm nervous.  What if I hate it?  What if I chicken out and decide to stay curled up in bed with my beautiful wife?  What if I fall over dead from the plague?

Well that last one hopefully won't happen in the next twelve hours so I have that to look forward to.  And well, if I really hate it, then I'll have to find some other exercise regimen I can fit into the my super small budget.  And I've already told my wife to kick me out of bed.  So no more fears.  On ward and around ward I will go...