rants, shin splints and flat tires

What a crock of shit.

Ha. I got 6 - "You are in touch with your inner animus – you defy gender stereotypes and plough your own furrow. This does not necessarily mean you're a tomboy or a ladette, just a girl who dares to be different."

FSM dildo cozy!

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I just ordered these. They are pretty nice. Stacey has them, so I was able to try them on and punch with them. And they're synthetic! Maybe I won't bust my knuckles through the gloves any more. (Though I see the busted knuckles and bruises as badges of honor, sort of.)

Not so lucky with shoes, though. I'm on the hunt for wrestling-ish shoes again. After 2 years these boys Conv3rse have about had it. I'm not sure where else to go. Went to Sports Authority, Rack Room, Hibbett, and Famous Footwear on Sunday. I found some N!ke running shoes that might have worked, but no store had 6.5 or 7. And found some wrestling shoes, but they were high top and I hated them when I tried them on. And of course almost none of them are completely synthetic. Oh, that is a lace cover. I couldn't figure it out at the store, but maybe the tongue can be folded down. It was higher than the back.

I guess I could try Zappos, but I hate not being able to try them on first.

I have shin splints again. It sucks. And I only jogged very little for warm up on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday (and some on Saturday). Well, then a little on Saturday. Jack told me to put ice on them. I should have done it Saturday, but did it Sunday before bed. They feel better, but who knows. Stacey wants to incorporate some sort of running for non-runners routine to our Tues/Wed walks. Something about walking a minute, then jogging a minute, then two minutes, etc. If this happens on the padded surfaces at the gym and on my treadmill, I'm sure running on the road will suck. Sure, we both need more cardio, especially since she's training to fight, but damn.

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I had a bit of a Dalton moment, as we call it, on Saturday night at the grocery store. Jeff was pondering buying some Halloween candy, which is already out. I went on a rant about how I wanted to turn the lights out because I don't have the money to buy candy for a bunch of little beggar punks. I threatened to answer the door with a gun for those that didn't take the hint, and tell their little punk asses to get a damn job if they want some fucking candy. Jeff said, "OK, Dalton" (my dad). And he would totally say the same thing. And I was sort of joking, but not really.

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Here's another reason why my boss is so cool: a few of us (including me) now have two flat screen monitors. This is his protest to stupidity. My whole team got new computers and monitors recently, and a lucky few of us already had hand-me-down flat screens to replace the big bulky CRTs we had before. Well, he wanted to offer the older flat screens to other teams for members who still had the CRTs. That's how I got mine, from another team that upgraded. Well, apparently he's not allowed to do this, and the equipment was to be signed over to "surplus," and stored in a cage somewhere. He said that was dumb, and told us to hook these up and not let anyone take them. Heh.

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I got a flat tire yesterday. Again. This was not a slow leak because of a nail. This was a blowout. I was on a bridge about to get onto 75 yesterday afternoon, on my way to work out. I heard what I thought was debris in the wheel well. You know how trash and stuff accumulates on the side of the road? Yeah. Luckily I wasn't going very fast. So, the tire pressure light didn't come on, and the noise stopped, so I continued onto the highway. Then the rumbling started. I got off on 10th and made it to a Chevr0n. Didn't think it was safe to stay on the highway. Silly me. I called Crand@ll, but he had left early and was nowhere near. He suggested I call H3RO, but they wouldn't help me because I was odd the roadway. I called Jeff, and he came down there.

I need to practice changing a tire. The thought of jacking up the car with the little tiny emergency jack on that not quite level parking lot freaked me out. So, I sat there for over an hour waiting for Jeff. Only two people spoke to me. One delivery guy was getting in his truck as I was looking at the tire. He asked if there was a hole, and I said I thought it was more than a hole. I couldn't see anything, though. Another guy pointed at it and I just nodded, thinking he was saying, do you know you have a flat? Duh. Yeah, as a blonde girl, I get that a lot. I am not a dumb ass. He was asking if someone was on their way, and I told him yes.

So Jeff changes the tire, and we make our way home, slowly. I try to keep it below 60 on the spare, and Jeff stays behind me. So I missed working out, but managed to do some bi/tri stuff by myself at home. I'm working at home today instead of tomorrow as I'd planned, and Jeff took the car to see about getting a new tire. I hope the wheel isn't damaged. Didn't look like it was.

Tomorrow afternoon I'm going to the chiropractor, then to get a massage. My back is jacked up again. I've let it go too long between appointments. I did make an appointment to see my doctor about my finger numbness, etc. He was booked up until Oct 13, though.

I'm taking off on Friday to hang out with Leigh. We'll have lunch, and I'll drag her along to try to find some suitable shoes that are wrestling-ish for class. She will laugh at me when I try them on and run around the store.