A New Kitchen and A New Liver?

Looks like the kitchen demolition will be taking place soon. It's only been 10 years that we've been in the house, but, I digress. I haven't really decided on a color pattern or style yet, so I better get my rear in gear. I'm looking forward to having a new kitchen, but I'd like to pull a Genie, fold my arms and nod my head and presto! it's finished. However, methinks I'll be suffering through a long and tedious process. Blah.

John and I went out to Cerilli's Friday night. We wanted to see if anything had changes since the major drug bust a couple of months ago. We were quite surprised to find that the wait staff was much more cordial and the prices had been dropped significantly. I did push my lobster around to be sure there wasn't a bag of coke in the sauce, and overall we found the experience to be much nicer. I had a couple of Cosmos, which seemed to be the theme of the weekend. On Saturday, John and I went to our regular place, Casa de Pasta for drinks and dinner. Four cosmos later I staggered out and have no recollection of the ride home. Sunday I met my friend, Gretchen, at the Pub for football and drinks. By the time I knocked back my first Grey Goose dirty martini, the weekend had caught up with me. My liver must be the size of a dime right about now.

And, after reading Brew's Bits , I'm totally jonesing for some chicken wings.

200 Crunches? Are You Insane?

It's been a while since my last post, but I do have a good reason....my muscles have been ripped to shreds and typing has become a problem. My sadist trainer, Joe, has been kicking my ass like there is no tomorrow. Well, there is enough of it to kick, so I guess he's right. And, last night, I truly thought there wasn't going to be a tomorrow. Tuesday is my lower body work out, so I was prepared to really work my legs last night. However, SJ (Sadist Joe) threw me a curve. He decided to mix in ab work in between every leg exercise. So I started the night doing 20 crunches, then 12 "punch crunches" with a 20 lbs weight in each hand (on the ball, crunch and throw a punch across the body), them 10 more crunches, then the dreaded crunch while holding the elastic band behind my head (SJ really enjoys these, he cracks the band like a whip). I'd move to the leg press, do 3 sets, then go back on the ball to do the ab work as described above. An hour of this had taken its toll, and I dragged my spent body home, only to head straight to the bathroom to hurl. Nice. Always a good workout when you blow chunks. And, I had to make my last payment of 500 bucks to him. WTH? Pay and puke?

Another Year Gone?

WTH? How is it that time just seems to be flying by? In the wake of everyones cheery little, "Happy New Year!" I'm in the process of having a breakdown. I simply cannot believe that another year is gone. It's getting a bit creepy. I remember as a child wanting so badly for my birthday to arrive so I could be a year older. Now, with the assistance of anti-age facial lotion, intensive eye-repair cream, skin-smoothing toner, SPF 900, and a multitude of other fountain of youth potions, I go into the new year dreading another birthday. It isn't so much the number that bothers me, it's the fact that I don't know what happened to the time. Auld lang syne? They seem so far away. *sigh*