fat cats and fanny packs

Worked at home Wednesday, and that was my Friday. Woo! I got pissed at myself again. First, that episode of The Closer last week, now Robyn has lost one of hers I've never met this woman in real life (though we've emailed briefly), but I cried. Dammit. She also has about 10 cats, and knows that despite that, the loss is evident. And so sudden!

Did a really hard workout with Stacey on Wednesday afternoon. We did mitt work, kicks, punches, knees...and apparently entertained Derek and the two guys there working out. Luckily there weren't many people there, or the other female trainer who seems to be a hater.

Talked guns with Derek. He may be interested in buying my 9mm. Not sure what I'd replace it with, or what to sell the other one for yet. Hopefully enough to buy another.

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Spent Thursday catching up on DVR recordings. Exciting, no?

Did both classes on Thursday night. The first one kind of sucked because I ended up with a new person. Yeah, I know we all start there, but damn. She knew NOTHING, and Jack didn't seem to pay her any attention. I tried to teach her the stance, how to punch, kick, footwork, how to hold the pad...it was too much. Which made me not get much of a workout, and my patience is finite.

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Jeff was also off on Friday. I took Buzz, George, and Bobby Hill to the vet that morning. G & BH weigh 21 lbs. Yeah. We discussed how I keep them away from food other than at feeding times, can't get them to play with toys or a laser light, and the fact that they can't clean their butts. So the vet shaved them. HaHA!

Buzz's blood sugar had gone back up to 270-something, so we upped it to 8/8. Another check next week.

We also discussed the Polly Prissypants monthly dilemma. He gave me a tranquilizer in pill form (quartered) to try (in a "pill pocket"), which I haven't gotten her to eat yet. He did say that if it came down to it, she'd probably be ok if she was skipped, since she doesn't go outside and we treat everyone else. Hmmm. I just bought 6 months worth for everyone. Extras? I had extras from when I stopped treating Baby, too. ~sniff~

I met Stacey at the TKD place to work out at 4:00. Ended up going back at 7:00 because they closed early. We went to a nearby trail head for the SCT and walked for about an hour. I am a paranoid bitch. One guy was walking a little too slowly, so I was suspicious. We went on another trail that connects to a nearby park, and it was deserted. Of course, the trails are supposed to be open dawn to dusk, and patrolled 8am to 8pm. Not sure where they're patrolled, though. We saw a bunny and we all froze. Funny. We inched forward, I stepped on a leaf, and he took off. I didn't have my camera. Or my gun (not for the rabbit). I just don't have a good way to carry it in that situation. I had my pepper spray key chain, at least. All of my bags were either too big or too small. And something that looks like a purse might be snatched. Not good. I guess I need a holster, but it might be too heavy to clip onto lightweight workout shorts. A fanny pack? Ugh.

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Saturday was another low-key day. Went to P@sta Bella, did not have cake, did not go to the store so we'd have time to watch Gran T0rino before we got sleepy. Very good movie. Reminded me of Dad in many ways. Clint says this will be his last role. And judging from the ending, he may mean it, as that is the only film I can recall with...that particular ending for him.

Made a stop at the liquor store. Passed one that was closed at 9:30pmn. WTF? Watched some of the P-town fireworks from the parking lot. Then watched the movie. We are party animals.

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Spent Sunday doing chores and watching DVR recordings. I'm getting hooked on Nurse Jack!e during my free month of sh0wtime. Dammit. She had me at "quiet and mean. Those are my people." There's always DVD, right? That's how I'm watching B!g Love. Waiting on season 3 now.

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Blegh. Had a bad class(es) on Monday. I started having IBS-like symptoms as we warmed up (jogging). Continued until the end. We sparred in level 2, and of course I sucked. Got popped several times in the face by the teenager, who Stacey says she tries to avoid. Of course, I felt kinda bad. I'd felt like last time I was getting better.

After class, Jack and Stacey (and Clint) gave me a 10 minute pep talk of sorts. You have good and bad days. You haven't done this that much, you're not supposed to be good. Don't dwell on it. There's always someone worse. You feel bad today. Etc. Wow. Am I that high maintenance? I guess I'm hard on myself.

Then I couldn't get to sleep, though I'd not consumed more than the normal amount of caffeine and ephedra. I ended up taking a mental tour of my grandparents' old house as I tried to get to sleep. I may type that up one day. Happy memories there. Plus, I miss my Granddad. More drama going on. Maybe I'll get into it eventually.

And then I did nothing on Tuesday. I felt run down, of course. Hopefully today will be better. I'll either be meeting Stacey at the gym, or going to class later.

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For the past month or so, I've worked out 5-6 days a week. It may be wishful thinking, but I think my extremities are getting smaller. My jeans seemed to fit better in the hips, as well, though my weight is still within the range it has stayed for a while. Hmmm.

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I'm now leaning toward renewing the cell phone contracts and getting new phones. I am wondering if the pay as you go thing will be a big pain in the ass, especially with text and possibly interwebs. I think that would come in handy. May not get that to start off, but eventually.