I miss my short hair… 😦
I miss my short hair… 😦
It’s no longer called “exercising,” but “preserving the sexy.” Yup sue me! lol…
I’ve been doing a really good job working out. I run at least three times a week and I’ve increased my distance to about 6 miles or so…and then I go to the gym twice a week.
I love the gym but there are a few things that tick me off. But then, maybe it’s just me being too touchy.
The last time I was at the gym, this lady who I think is new to the class, kept yelling out instructions simultaneously with the gym instructor. Like woman please shut up! I really don’t like it when people do that. My mind is wired to listening to only one person at a time. More than one voice at a time screaming at me sends me bunkers. One of these good days, if she keeps on screaming, I’ll have to go have a conversation with her. When I used to go to the 5:30 a.m. classes, I had to walk out of the gym one morning. This elderly woman used to do the same darn scream thing too. My options one morning was to help her close her mouth or walk out. I did the latter.
And then, you have the guys at the gym who find it very difficult to keep their eyes to themselves. During my first week at the gym, those stares got me so self conscious that, on several occasions, I opted not to use certain work out machines, especially if there were guys around. Took me a few weeks to get over the pervs. I’m sure they still stare but I pay them less mind now. But there’s this Jamaican dude who stares uncontrollably all the blessed time. One day, and I mean really soon, I might have to deliver him a sermon on what not to do at the gym.
This one has to be the top of the list for me. People who fart!
This has happened at least three times. So you’ll be there working out, trying hard not to breath in too much of the sweaty air in the room, then some smarty decides to open their rare gate. I may have to resort to a “If-you-can’t-beat-them-join-them,” kind of strategy. sigh.
There are several other little things I’m not too keen of at the gym. I think I’ll stop here for now least I sound too grumpy.
Again, this has been another senseless post 🙂
A few posts ago, I sort-of challenged myself to blog each day for 12 days. I managed to blog for just about three and the rest was just cut loose.
But the thing is, even though I didn’t post anything, I did blog…in my head that is.
Ideas kept flowing through my head … 😀 I won’t make anymore open statements about my future commitments/challenges concerning this blog. This is solely because, I don’t want to have to start up another blog with an apology.
That being said, I’ll try my best to blog often. ( I think I’ve used that statement too many times…lol)
My next blog post surely has to be about the gym. my workouts have been great with a few not-so-great experiences here and there… you’ll read about them in the next post…. which should be posted in the next couple days…
Yep, this has been another senseless post.. 🙂
Olla mi amigos,
So, I spent most of Sunday in church. I was invited to two churches. The first one is a church owned by a Nigerian pastor. His daughter who plays the keyboard invited me to worship with them. It was a nice service except that church lasted close to five hours…. (That was wayyyyy too long if you ask me… but I guess that’s how some people do it.)
Well, this post is more about the second church service I attended on Sunday.
So, after I got home from the first service, I barely got some rest when I started to prepare for the second one. It was a spanish speaking church.
Now, my spanish vocabulary stops at just “Olla,” “Que Pasa,” “Muy Bien,” “De Nada,” “Muchos Gracias,” and the likes.
Well, no-spanish me decided to attend a spanish service. It wasn’t too bad after all. Initially, I thought I was just going to observe and see how the spanish folks worship. (If they were a lot less dramatic than some churches or not)
I went to the service with a friend of mine (He actually invited me to come with him…. Another friend invited him….see the thread? lol)
oh well, we got there and his host came to say hello. I think they had a conversation about him playing the piano, and she asked him to go on stage and play the keyboard, as they didn’t have anyone playing the instruments.
He asked me to go on stage with him. I play drums so we went there, he played the keyboard and I played the drums. We ended up playing for the rest of the service and the church folks appeared to be pleased with our service.
What can I say “Gloria Dios,” ….lol that was among the very few things I was able to understand after close to two hours of church….
Yea… this has been another pointless post… 🙂
Yup Yup! I’m rocking an afro.
Who would have thought I would let the hair grow? I’m glad I let it grow. Come February- Black History Month- I’ll rock a bigger afro and put my afro pick in it… I’ve told a few friends and they think I’m joking… But I’m actually serious! Well till then, I’ll stick to the pains and joys of growing my hair natural.
It’s almost mid night and I just remembered my blog challenge….. I’m tired and sleepy and can’t go into details about my day or any meaningful topic….
As I said yesterday, I’m considering blogging each day for the next two weeks. So here we go… It’s an old poem but I hope you like it.
Do you know how I feel? Very very very STUPID!!!
You didn’t have to kiss me; it confirms a lot to me
But you take it for granted
Don’t give me a ring if you don’t give it to me first in
Your mind, heart and actions
I’m really attached while you get very much unattached
You shouldn’t have opened the door so wide, you knew you
Wanted closing it in such small and little distance
How do you want me to understand, much more think of it and accept?
Are you just slow or spiteful? Do you think I was stupid to let all go?
Just to embrace you?
I let go blindly, thinking I was opening my eyes to light.
Come on! It’s a heart not a hat. Its pleasure and treasure
Not a pack of trash it’s tender not so rough.
It’s my heart we’re talking about. Am I in this alone?