  I'm baaacck! I have been studying my little brain to a frazzle...sorry there hasn't been much left to write with. I figured by now there would be an uproar if I didn't put something! SOMETHING Ha...just kidding. Thank you for all the comments and votes and I'm glad my poem helped you "score" Mark. (That's my brother) By the way Mark, our cuz, Patty reads these things...you in trouble! ;o) Those of you who have been keeping up with Matt's Blog, yes, I am the one who left the lead based Mexican produced chili crap candy at the house. But I never told anyone to eat one. Except MJ. :oP And now that I have explained my family's bizzare Easter Rites...I imagine I'm going to be picking egg shells from my hair this Easter judging from the comments... :o) I hope not. I went to The Psych Ward Inside My Head blog, and her name is Rachel too. Well, she misspells her name, Rachael.
Weird. Today I did what are called super-sets. I am so tired. Basically, you find a weight you can do a max of 5 reps and do 5 sets with about 5 minutes rest in between. Oh My Gosh! I thought I was gonna die. I discovered a new fitness philosophy, push it or die! I almost dropped the big olympia bar on me because I thought I got it on the spotter, I just missed it, but God was looking out for me because I got it back up there. Man, what a work out. I do better when my life's in danger. :oP By Thursday I won't be able to move.
I gave blood today. (No, not by dropping a dumbbell on me) I went to the Central KY Blood Bank and I gave them a pint and they gave me another shirt. Man, those shirts are expensive. I finally didn't have low iron the first round. I always have to go back like 5 times because my irons low. Not any more, not since I have been on the (Arnold Imitation) Arnold Swartzenegger route to happiness and fitness.
(By the way, he's one of the voices in my committee too...don't be a sissy girl...push da weight...come on...my granma con lift more than you) Ah...my own personal trainer. And a celeb too...but don't tell anyone...he's shy. And I'm on my meds so you can't do anything about it! My relationship with klonopin is still going strong. We spice it up with serequel. Oh...such a lovely...spacy combination with a hint of oblivion. Fabulous colors, wonder sounds...and the music...can you see the music...Shut up...don't type that...sorry...ok Rachel again. Sorry about the mutiny. I have gone past the point of no return in removing the clutter and thus removing the stress from my life. I have a long way to go still. I'm picky. But boy, is my room clean! As for the result of my weekly poll. It would seem that all of you think I could do just about anything. Which both flatters and frightens me.
But the winner so far, with two votes is...Pet Psychic. My brother thought I should be an armoured car driver and "accidentally" lose a bag of money while driving down a deserted road and he was following. That idea is to say the least interesting, and to say the most a felony! But it sure would be nice, if he shared the wealth. Well, I'm off to learn brand from generic drugs...happy happy joy joy. Be excellent to each other...and party on dudes!
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