Sleepy Sunday

Today was a day of relaxing and football. Hanging out in my pajamas all day is a favorite pastime of mine. So I figured, hell I'm not going anywhere and no one is coming here, why get dressed for real? And it was decided, jammies it is. The kittahs had a sleepy day, too. With this last picture of Pantera showing true relaxation. I love them.

The Revolution Has Begun...with a little love, too.

Today, Monday Sept. 20th, my neighbor Tristynn and I began the P90X workout routine. Maybe I'll do before and after pictures...hmm. I'm very excited to see how it goes, we've done most of the workouts but never in the routine they're supposed to be done. Today was Chest and Back plus the Ab Ripper X. The Ab Ripper is my favorite, I also think the name is badass, haha. Knowing that I'm putting myself through this intense 90-day routine is exciting and when I finish I think it will be the best feeling you can get from all the hard work you've put into it. After Chest and Back, after what felt like hundreds of push-ups, pull-ups and other strenuous reps, I could barely lift my arms, let alone push myself off of the floor.
I hope I'm sore tomorrow. Nothing feels better than the soreness of the muscles, knowing you really pushed it the day (or two) before. I think I may add in a brisk power walk or run every day or at least every other. I'll keep this updated on my progress, I think I may do pictures once a week or every 2 weeks. I guess we shall see what we shall see.
I'm making a turkey dinner with baked potatoes and one other thing, not sure what yet. Today is Jerome and my anniversary, over 2 years now. Wow, time flies. Seems like just yesterday I was getting into his sister's car, shaking his hand, blushing and saying "Nice to finally meet you." What a gentleman. One cousin's wedding a day later and the bond was sealed and I couldn't be happier. I love him like no other and I couldn't picture a happy life without him in it. <3 Maybe I'll elaborate more on that someday, but for now, just know he is everything to me.

"Killer boots, man."

In the beginning of summer, the town in which I live had a community yard sale. Jerome and I drove around looking for interesting stuff. I saw an older woman in her garage with tons of clothes hanging up, and of course, I had to stop. I walked out of there with 2 shirts (one of them still had the tags), a brand new robe, a beige shirtdress, 2 silky nightgowns and these Zodiac boots. All for $15. She tried to get me to buy some atrocious outfits, too and I let her give me her best try but I knew I was happy with my finds. I stopped other places, too but this one was my favorite and where I bought the most items. If I ever see a yard sale, I always want to stop. You never know what you'll find. Like they say- One man's trash is another man's treasure. In this case though... woman's. I've learned that the older the people having the yard/garage sale, the more interesting things you'll find.
This picture is from Friday, the 17th. We went out to dinner with my Aunt and Uncle to the Riverwalck in Parryville and I figured boots would help me fit right in. Plus, I hadn't been able to wear them yet and I was excited to finally build up some confidence to strut in them, haha. I felt like a badass walking through the place, maybe more like stompin'! It was fun, Jerome called them my hooker boots, but what does he know? He's a guy.

ModCloth PowderRoom

ModCloth PowderRoom by kit5012 featuring a chain handbag

For the ModCloth PowderRoom makeover contest : )

Do the Coal Dust Polka

When I was a young girl, I had a rock collection. Mind you, the rocks I usually collected were ones from right around my house...the kind you buy from a landscaping business. But to me, these white rocks with silver flecks in them were gorgeous stones, glinting in the sunlight. I remember filling up shoe boxes with these rocks, most of them looking identical, but they were pretty to me. My parents must have just emptied the shoe boxes back into where they came from and it was starting all over for me, just as fun as the day before with my sparkly rocks.
I must not have grown out of my rock collecting stage yet because when I see a rock or a piece of coal in this situation, I'll still pick it up and inspect it. Maybe even pocket it. I know I have at least 3 cool pieces of coal in my house right now. One of them has smooth sides, on has oil on it which makes it look even shiner and more colorful and the other one was just gleaming in the sunshine when I first saw it.
These pictures are from a coal pit a couple blocks behind my house. It takes me about 20 minutes to get back there, and I always feel like an adventurer when I trek back that way. I'm still amazed by the huge coal pieces, the boulders stuck in the walls of the blown out earth and of course the massive hole in the ground. The pictures goes in a sequence from the beginning of the path, to the trailer that is sitting there slowly crumbling, a shiny chunk of coal that caught my eye, the big hole in the ground (by the way, it is something to be seen by the naked eye, these pictures barely do it justice), to a nice view from my favorite sitting rock, a picture of myself enjoying the beautiful day and then the pretty path on my way home while the sun was setting.
I love going up there, it is so quiet and peaceful. All I heard today were crickets, a dog barking the distance and then a nice song done by church bells. All in all, a relaxing place to be. It really makes you realize how small you are in such a big world. It makes me appreciate my surroundings so much more.

Football Sundays!

As I have posted earlier, Sundays were my cleaning days. Now that it is football season, that is what my day revolves around... I guess I'll have to find a new cleaning day because it is not going to get done on a Sunday anymore. Maybe some laundry during commercials, but not much else. Not sure if I have made this known, but I am a Steelers fan. I've loved them from my first breath. My parents are both Steelers fans, and growing up that is all I've known and I thank them for it. No matter what, the Steelers will always be there, the winning-est franchise in all of the NFL. Six time Super Bowl champs, 2 of those wins within the past 5 years. Yes, I have much to be proud of. They're like a long distance family that I get to see on TV. They make me happy, they make me cry- both tears of joy and frustration, and in the end - always make me proud to be a Steelers fan.
Heath Miller (# 83) is a long lost love, the best Tight End around ; ) His jersey is the most used in my closet, with Polamalu's and Roethlisberger's coming at second. I have toured Heinz Field...twice, and I plan on doing it again soon. I love them, yes I do. I bleed Black and Gold. Go Steelers!

Curiously Morbid

While using one of my favorite boredom busters, StumbleUpon (find it-download it), I came upon this website about creepy medical museums around the world. These are only some of the photos that really made me look. Between

a Phallological Museum in Iceland and the Musée Fragonard in Paris, there are some crazy places to visit if, like me, the morbid and creepy interests you. Here's the site if you would like to enjoy all of the photos yourself.

A clean home is a happy home

Sundays are some of my favorite days of the week, but they can also be my least favorite. My day off... full of dusting, vacuuming and all the necessary cleaning responsibilities. Although that outfit to the left is what I wish I was wearing, sadly, mine is at the dry cleaners...damn. Spitting image though...

I did go through my old clothes today, and they brought back some memories... Some sad, I might say. I remember back about 2 years ago when all I owned was 3 Tshirts, 3 tank tops, and one pair of crappy jeans that had no shape to them. Oh, and lest I forget my one 'nice' shirt that I had for work. Now, my drawers finally look like that of a girl and I couldn't be happier with my selection.

After all, coming home to a clean house is quite underrated. Nothing is better than knowing everything is already done.


Watching during typing: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen