The Insanity that is my life...

Eventually at some point in your life, unless you are especially lazy, you will pinch your belly and think woah.  A  midlife crisis or an early life crisis will set in.  Some people (the lazy ones mentioned above) will accept this fate, while others will kick and scream and do something about it.   This is the point in my life that Insanity was introduced to me.  They aren't lying when they decided the title to this workout.  It is fucking INSANE. 
The workout is run by this total piece of hotness called Shaun T.  He is a god.  If it wasn't for looking at his prettiness I'm not sure if I would have made it this far.  He is the type the saying "women want him and men want to be him" comes from.  Everyone in the video is in immaculate condition.  This makes me feel much better about myself when they fall and collapse mid workout.   Admittedly on the first day I was laying on the floor trying not to barf.  Today I can hang but I still find myself yelling "fuck you Shaun T" at the TV occasionally.  My butt is pretty spactacular though so it makes the almost barfing totally worth it.

Here is the fabulous Shaun T and one of his ridiculous moves.

As you may have noticed I've been completely MIA for a while now.  There is of course a story behind it.  It was NYE and I was determined ot have an amazing time at a Labrynth themed Masquerade Ball.  First of all, there was an open bar.  Secondly, there was an absinthe fountain.  I learned that if you tip the bartender (who was appropriately dressed as Toby) a $20 at an open bar, he will pour you giant glasses of absinthe.   In retrospect it wasn't such a great idea, although to this day I say it was worth it! So everyone is drinking, and dancing.  There's Burlesque, drag queens pouring canned peaches all over themselves and go-go dancers.  It was a fucking party. 
I will leave out the details of all the shananigans because there were many.   After we left the details became hazy.  Somehow someone plowed into my petite frame and knocked me to the ground while still stepping on my foot.  It literally snapped the bone in 2.  I cabbed it back to the hotel and made it through the night.  Eventually when the hangover subsided I went to the hospital,.  I really thought maybe I was just being a pussy so I opted to walk in all on my own.  As it turns out I royally screwed up my foot and I was on my ass for 10 weeks.  Like I said it was a hell of a party.  There really isn't a lot to tell when you can't leave the house so I had a posting hiatus.  I am back in partial effect with randomness to share.

Me wantie

Zombie Bait

Gift ideas

I want this.  Buy it for me.

Zombie Scrub

America, Fuck Yeah!

Every year the hordes of trick or treaters dwindle away.  People claim it's not very christian like.  Others claim it's dangerous.  I say fuck you all, it's American.  I'm not religious nor am I am patriotic.  I will admit it.  I do however think that some things rooted in tradition should be followed.  I think everyone that lives in this country of ours should join in.  Aside from the razor blades in apples, and the sugar high kids, it doesn't hurt anyone.  Next year I beg you all to go out and trick or treat.  I will have full sized candy bars, the prize of every trick or treater. 

Octopussy

I'm going through this weird Octopus stage. I am planning out a backpiece, but in the meantime I am enjoying all the octo-themed items. Etsy as you may know is crack. I found this interesting little number.

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33091645&ref=sr_gallery_1&&ga_search_query=tentacles&ga_search_type=category&category=jewelry&ga_page=4&includes[]=tags&includes[]=title

It's Starting to Look a lot Like Deadmas

It's that time of year again! My favorite time! When the supposed veil between the living and the dead is lifted and we are all forced to wear spooky costumes to ward off evil. I have a rule in my house. All costumes must be scary in some sense of the word, and I don't mean like Brittany Spears scary. There needs to be some sort of fear. In the past 24 hours I have had this same conversation practically verbatim 2 times:

"So what are you going ot be for Halloween?"

"A Ladybug"

"Oh. Well is it a creepy ladybug?"

Head nod no.

"Well is it a dead ladybug?"

Horrified head nod no.

"What about a zombie ladybug???!!!!

Runs away.

It's a sad sad day when Halloween isn't scary.

*wipes a tear*