i need a vacation

sunday night i had a dream that i was at work and got swamped with a zillion things that needed to get done by friday.  turns out that was an omen...and a bad one.  someone save me and take me here:

please and thank you.

I'm damaged.

I have felt like complete trash the last day and a half.  From now on I vow to never plan 2 nights in a row of late night debauchery.  I'm not old yet dammit, but my body is telling me something and its saying "woman you can't party the night away anymore".  Not that I even did that, having left a party on Saturday night at 12.

Having said that, I find I am no longer in the mood to finish this post. But I leave you with this: 
 

THE creepiest video I have ever come upon.  Thanks Aaron, now I can no longer control my upchuck reflex.

And the world keeps on spinning...and spinning...and spinning...

I don't get drunk that often. I'm not much of a drinker...mostly because I can't 'hang' very long once the drinking commences. I've only gone black out once in my life and that was the first and only time I ever drank Jungle Juice.  Normally the world just gets a little fuzzy....and then I puke.  Bahaha. I even have certain stages that progress along as I continue to imbibe fermented liquids.

Stage One: The Asian Glow

The condition characterized by the subtle (or not so subtle in my case) flush to the face and/or body as alcohol is absorbed into the bloodstream.  My ears get the worst of it, however the more I drink, the more it creeps along the rest of my body from head...to toe.  There have been numerous times sitting on the pisser, drunker than I should be, observing in awe the redness in my thighs.

Stage Two: The Happy Chill

me and hubby

me and brettkins

I become kind of an extrovert and talk to strangers.  The above pics are not strangers, however this is:

Yay Breakfast Club.

Stage Three:  The GiggleFits

At this point...I consider myself drunk. Still cognizant of my surroundings...but unable to filter and think about 90% of things said and done around me are hilarious.  Not quite able to walk a straight line, but not quite falling over...yet.  This stage also comes with dancing and the snarky betch version of me.  If I'm out with the girls...I am the cock blocking betch that will protect my friends from the horrors of grinding up against some strange man (of course, if they're ok with grinding up against some hornball then by all means...)

Stage Four:  The Spinning Room

Me, sitting on the bar floor...

This is when things start to get really fuzzy.  My eyes are barely open and I can't stand up without feeling like I'm going to fall over.  The Giggle Fits are over and people start to look at me like I'm going to barf all over the bar.  I may or may not admit to feeling queasy but regardless my companions typically cut me off at this point.  Rightfully so because what comes next isn't pretty...

Stage Five:  Oh yeah, I'm allergic.

(I'd rather not post pictures of me like this...:-P)

Tell tale sign I'm about to blow chunks:  Me sitting on whatever I find to sit on, half dazed staring out at the people getting drunk around me, SCRATCHING my face and chest. It's soon to get messy.  There was this one time that I got to this point and tried, unsuccessfully, to contain the projectile vomit in a plastic cup.  I still feel sorry for my friend who was serving us at the time.

PostPuke: Amazingly, after I expel all of the alcohol and food out of my stomach, I'm perfectly fine and go back to Stage 2 or 3.   In the morning I'm completely normal. No hangover, well rested, and annoyingly chipper to everyone else who had undoubtedly drank more than me.  The benefits of being me.

Most drinking events, I try not to get to Stage Five.  However...depending on the type of alcohol, I could go from Stage 2 to Stage 5 in a flash. This is why I avoid vodka at all costs.

Going out for St Patrick's Day last night was fun...but I'm still paying for it.  The irony of all this is that I know if I had thrown up last night, I probably would feel better than I do right now.  I wish I was in bed....

a grumpus kind of mood

i use the term grumpus loosely at the moment...simply because at any moment i could go from grumpus to full blown bitch mode.  which wouldn't help anyone in my general vicinity.  i could use the excuse that i'm just tired, but that would be just a slight fabrication of the truth.  in fact, i'm pretty well rested having gone to bed super early last night.  so much so that when the dog woke me up at quarter to 5 this morning i debated getting up and doing day 2 of insanity (more on that later).  but i was in a pissy mood and preferred the warmth of my bed to 45 mins of sweating my nonexistent balls off.

now we all know the reason behind my current state of mind, and one glance at my calendar will confirm it but i find no reason to state it so bluntly.  certainly doesn't help that it will be raining all day.  and perhaps a good portion of my grumpiness is residual from last night.  i refuse to air it all out for the world to see but essentially my evil alter ego got to me again.  unfortunately the one person who had helped me work through this before now has about a million of her own problems and i hate to lean on her, when she needs to lean on me.  logically, i know better. however, what i know conflicts with what i feel.  it's a work in progress that i thought was a disappearing issue, however it's become apparent in the last couple weeks that indeed is not the case. i think i need to meditate soon.

i blasted through this mornings routine since i pouted in bed much later than when i should have gotten up.  seemed like a good option at the time.

in other news yesterday i completed day one of:

click image to go to webpage

i should add as a disclaimer, i'm not doing the diet portion of the insanity challenge and in no way do i expect to have the kind of results that are posted on that page.  especially considering i won't be doing the continuous 60 day workout challenge either.  but i was able to copy it from my cousin (ssshhhhhh...) so i figure why not give it a shot.

OBLI..QUOI??

day one was just a fit test.  yes, just... but seeing as i don't have the upper body strength to  even do *one* push up, i couldn't even do the second to last 'exercise' which resembled something of a push up/jumping jack cross.  and since it was do as many reps you can in this small amount of time, i felt rather lame when the people in the video were doing like 80 reps. actually, the number of reps they did compared to the number of reps i struggled to do for the other exercises varied drastically  but came as no surprise since i haven't worked some of those muscles in months or even...ever.

i'm sore all over today...the kind of sore that tells me i just did something to confuse my body in all sorts of ways.  the kind of sore i was when i first went snowboarding, minus the bruises. the kind of sore that makes things fun.  i wont be able to do day 2 of shaun t's insanity challange today, but i will after work tomorrow.  at least, i intend to.