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clevermanka) wrote2012-06-05 09:19 am
I've been there before, and everything is all right
For those of you who are on a fitness path, but aren't a regular reader of Nerd Fitness, what are you waiting for? Steve hit it out of the park again today in his article about building good habits.
Speaking of good vs. bad habits, I am driving myself to distraction trying to figure out what to eat and what not to eat. Good = Eating right for me. Bad = Freaking the fuck out. I've decided that I'm going to simply eat how I've eaten normally (for me) until I can get an appointment with one of the Doctors Khosh (or one of the other doctors in their practice). I'm calling today to see when I might be able to get in.
Yesterday I was slogging through CSSF summer stuff (my meeting with housing is this morning) and was absolutely miserable. HATE HATE HATE. Then I heard the door to the conference room open, announcing the end of a defense. After the committee give the new PhD a round of applause, she dropped off some paperwork to me and I was like "YAY DANCING TIME WOO HUGS" for the twenty seconds or so that she was in my office. And then she left and it was back to CSSF stuff and I was all MY SOUL IS CRUSHED I HATE THIS. I seriously need to find a way out of this for next year because this is ridiculous and damaging.
I'm not embarrassed to proclaim my affection for trashy pop music, and that extends to trashy country pop music. It's cool to like Patsy Cline and Johnny Cash (and yes,
mckitterick, Johnny Cash sings country music--Deal With It). There are some people on the fringes who extend some respect to Buck Owens or Ray Price. But once you start including Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings in your Like Pile people start looking at you funny. Include Garth Brooks and the party is over, man. Okay, well, yeah, I'll admit Garth had some pretty crap stuff, but "Friends in Low Places?" Man, that song is fucking golden. Seeing this post by James Sinclair today cheered me up. I like the twang, and I like that shuffle beat rhythm, but country music lyrics are the best of any musical genre out there when it comes to sass, innuendo, and heart. You can disagree with me, but that doesn't make me wrong.
I have a zillion things that I've been saving up for a content-free post, and I figure this is a good time to vomit them all out. Here you go.
ADORBS.
MY LIFE.
ENROLLED.
tessagratton sent me the link to this interview a couple weeks ago. After watching it, I firmly believe THEY ARE TOTALLY FUCKING EACH OTHER AND NOBODY WILL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. Also, I desperately want Hiddleston's jacket.
This image is, I think, indicative of the probable rightness of my belief that RDJ puts the moves on all his co-stars, regardless of their sex. He probably hits up a lot of the production staff, too. At least I hope so. You know that man plays for both teams. In fact, I think RDJ and I might have been separated at birth. Which maybe makes things a little gross now that I think about it, but what's a little incest betweenlong-lost siblings friends.
Is this a real shirt? I fucking want that shirt. BAD. Update: It's Available. And they even come in women's sizes. WELP I GET PAID ON FRIDAY.
This song is so very problematic but I love it so very much.
Did I share this yet? Even if I did, it's worth a re-post. Watch it while you listen to the Tata Young song.

Tell me that isn't one of the best things you've ever seen in your life. Ever.
Speaking of good vs. bad habits, I am driving myself to distraction trying to figure out what to eat and what not to eat. Good = Eating right for me. Bad = Freaking the fuck out. I've decided that I'm going to simply eat how I've eaten normally (for me) until I can get an appointment with one of the Doctors Khosh (or one of the other doctors in their practice). I'm calling today to see when I might be able to get in.
Yesterday I was slogging through CSSF summer stuff (my meeting with housing is this morning) and was absolutely miserable. HATE HATE HATE. Then I heard the door to the conference room open, announcing the end of a defense. After the committee give the new PhD a round of applause, she dropped off some paperwork to me and I was like "YAY DANCING TIME WOO HUGS" for the twenty seconds or so that she was in my office. And then she left and it was back to CSSF stuff and I was all MY SOUL IS CRUSHED I HATE THIS. I seriously need to find a way out of this for next year because this is ridiculous and damaging.
I'm not embarrassed to proclaim my affection for trashy pop music, and that extends to trashy country pop music. It's cool to like Patsy Cline and Johnny Cash (and yes,
I have a zillion things that I've been saving up for a content-free post, and I figure this is a good time to vomit them all out. Here you go.
ADORBS.
MY LIFE.
ENROLLED.
This image is, I think, indicative of the probable rightness of my belief that RDJ puts the moves on all his co-stars, regardless of their sex. He probably hits up a lot of the production staff, too. At least I hope so. You know that man plays for both teams. In fact, I think RDJ and I might have been separated at birth. Which maybe makes things a little gross now that I think about it, but what's a little incest between
Is this a real shirt? I fucking want that shirt. BAD. Update: It's Available. And they even come in women's sizes. WELP I GET PAID ON FRIDAY.
This song is so very problematic but I love it so very much.
Did I share this yet? Even if I did, it's worth a re-post. Watch it while you listen to the Tata Young song.

Tell me that isn't one of the best things you've ever seen in your life. Ever.

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I'm guessing you already do this, but do you keep a food journal?
Everyone seems to be a crossover singer anymore! Of course, Cash is such an icon that he fits into every venue available.
But we've got BonJovi with "Who Says You Can't Go Home" which I've heard more on country than on rock, we've got Kid Rock's hit from two years ago "All Summer Long," we've got Toby Keith's "Red Solo Cup," which my 2 year old great-niece loves to sing, and I wish I'd hear it more, because I'm not fond of suffering through the 90% of country music I don't like just to hear it-which means I need to download the darn thing!
Hmmm; I think I need to make a list of good drinking/party songs and make a mix CD....
Or, just finally get myself an IPOD! Nah-my phone can do that!
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Send me a copy when you do, and I'll return the favor. I love making and receiving mix tapes/CDs! I still have a copy of the first mix tape I made for my buddies during freshman year (1988). I don't think it plays anymore, but I have it! I should re-create it on CD.
Pee Ess: I never cared for the actual song "Red Solo Cup" (although I think the concept for the song is great), but damn that is one of the funniest videos EVER.
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Sometimes not splurging on high-speed internet is a real downer.
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Love,
Rowan
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SOMEDAY I'LL VISIT. YES YES.
First, though, I to find 1) an acceptable travel partner who 2) likes country music, and 3) can lead swing or two-step.
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* In this case, funny = BLOODY FUCKING INFURIATING!!
p.s.-can you tell this describes Dean and I? Although he can dance, both two step, and a bit of swing-he's just convinced he cannot without having three drinks. And in the meantime, I'm sitting here having conniptions because I want to GET UP AND DANCE, DAMMIT! Well, at least there are a lot of our friends who are very good dancers!
I actually had him talked into dance lessons once, but we've never managed to get the time to do them yet....
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*sigh*
I can lead a decent swing, but it's not the same. I love love love being led.
Amusingly enough, my ex--named Dean--was an awesome lead. He's the one who taught me to partner dance. We could swing, waltz, and cha-cha like fucking champs. We would get compliments on our dancing from strangers, we were such good dance partners. =/
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One of my bosses (I work in an attorney's office, BTW) was an Arthur Murray dance instructor in his younger years (or so I've heard), and he and his wife would end up being the only ones on the floor to tango if they went out dancing.
His daughter took ballroom dance for her phys. ed. credit at our community college here, and talked him into taking it with her, so she had a good lead.
When she got married, their father/daughter dance was so good, the MC said it was the most professional one he'd ever seen!
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Oh, I'm with you on country. You know we'll be that pair of old biddies dancing away at the young 'uns gigs.
Wait. We're not old biddies yet, and we did that!
I have a fondness for some of Garth's stuff, and it's always the totally wrong stuff, like Papa Loved Mama.
I know I have no shame.
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I know I have no shame.
NO MUSIC SHAME EVAR. I don't care if someone likes what I think is the crappiest of crap bands on earth. If that music makes 'em happy, who fuckin' cares?
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Or if it makes them ...
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I love partner dancing, and I've taken lessons for a few kinds, but really only the teachers lead. Once class was over, the take-home partner didn't really know how to lead.
They used to have these things called swing bombs in KC. Floating swing events, usually outside, and three really good dancers who would help everyone out. So low key and fun. loved it.
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I've taken lessons for a few kinds, but really only the teachers lead.
Wow, that's too bad. The ballroom dance teacher that Dean and I worked with was amazing. Our lessons went like this: Instructor would lead me through a move three or four times until Dean figured it out. Then I'd get led through the move several times while the instructor critiqued Dean's form. Then the instructor would lead me through the same move to correct any lead problems or sometimes show how to embellish the move. Then I'd get led through the move several times again.
Basically, I was pretty much just along for the ride. =D Sorry your dance lesson experiences weren't as great.
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I love Nerd Fitness!
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Plus, Lyle Lovett, HELlo! Anyway, country may be the red-headed stepchild of American music, but it's still important.
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Those Harmonies! *swoon*
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You know, I would be more impressed by this if I hadn't weighed my own RF bellydance costume and come up with 18 lbs of metal
but yeh, totally doing each other.
ETA
(yeah, yeah, late to the party, not like you don't miss a lot of my posts, nyah)
There's something about sexy, naughty song that sounds very familiar, it's that gritty guitar backbeat. Do you know what it might be?