Eda's World

I'm so bummed. This will be last of our two hour workouts for a few months. I'm also scared to death. The few I did of the 2hour workouts showed me I'm woefully under prepared for ANW. Every tells me to have hope because once I crossover on upper body strength the improvement will be rapid. Gods, I hope so. Right now I can't lift my bonnie bell of an ass over a 4 ft pole in the ground. I'm supposed to scale a 14ft wall in May. Inside, my inner athlete had gone fetal and is rocking back and forth muttering, "Fucked...we're completely fucked. A face plant is definite." I missed the Monday and Wednesday workout. Monday I had a late booking and Wednesday Scott came home early and had a Disney craving, so we headed to Dtown. It was fun. We don't have the same days off, and the past few years have been hard on us. Finances were a bitch, and Scott was kerfuffled by the teaching industry going to shit, his band broke up, his mom died, and his college of ch...

Hello again gentle reader, Oh my goddess, how much has happened since the 2nd. I've been to two energy healing sessions with Maylei, and I have to say I am thrilled with the changes I feel in my body. And that includes taking into account the placebo effect that comes with any form participating in alternative modalities that cannot be quantified, because they are a personal experience had by each patient. I'm jumping differently, I am running differently, and I finished writing my damn book! That says a lot. My mother's friend did a reading on me back in July. She gave me four totem animals and a good talking to. She gave me the Dolphin, creativity and feminity; she gave me the Squirrel, balance work and play, don't do either too much; she gave me the Eagle, see far ahead and far above don't focus at ground level (myself); she gave me the Beaver, work hard and build for later. She said I would breathe out much anger this year and release my need to hold mys...

Hi guys, I'm on hold with the IRS. I established a PIN when I called in December to pay. I remember being asked for a 6 digit number off the top of my head. And fuck me if I have no bloody idea what I entered. I have all kinds of crap scribbled over my IRS letters, none of it is a 6 digit pin. Dammit all! So, now I'm waiting on hold for an estimated 15 minutes to say, "Duh, I forgot to write it down." Let's just assume the IRS already thinks I'm an asshole. They know how much I've made every year since I was 13. It's not that staggering. In fact, there have been years that I looked at the amount I made that year on the list they send you, and thought, "How did I pull that one off? It's a good day. I wrote on my new book "Elephants in My Living Room." like I promised myself I would. Scott leaves at dawn, and I am getting up to write in the quiet of the morning. I figure my world doesn't usually start until 10am anyway. Sco...