this weekend i'll be getting ready for next weekend!
this weekend i'll be getting ready for next weekend!
baby ya hustle. but me i hustle harder.
^whats next weekend?
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Replacing toilets in the bathrooms now that the plumber fixed the stoppage issue (some dumbass kid got into the plumbing access outside before I moved in and shoved a bunch of rocks into the pipe). Then taking the GF down to the Keys to go kayaking.
i'm so ready to be showered with gifts lol.
baby ya hustle. but me i hustle harder.
Well about a quarter of the way in I got passed by a man I'm sure was in his 70s, half way in my legs were pretty much done...a 2/3 in I was weezing....I finished and threw up....felt exceptionally better...brushed my teeth and had a steak dinner.
I should probably mention I didn't train at all for it and it was the offseason so I had put on like 10 pounds anyways.
Completely baffled by a backward indication
That an inspired word will come across your tongue
Hands moving upward to propel the situation
Have simply halted
And now the conversation's done
I am the EgGmAn
*dono will never run a marathon because he is lazy*
lol, i havent been training for all that long- i entered it last year- got confirmation and then forgot all about it(thinking i wouldnt do it) till a few months ago. Luckily i had a decent level of fitness before so hopefully i will manage ok. I wont be doing it again, my knee wont stand up to it and I would quite like to get my boobs back now
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Thankfully, I am working all weekend. I can't stand having too many days off in a row with nothing to do. I wish I could work a regular schedule of two days on, two days off.
Relax... I'll need some information first. Just the basic facts - can you show me where it hurts?
Working... well into the 70+ hour totals by Sunday.
(quickly followed by blotting my distended and bloodied sphincter with the remnants of that income after Mr. Tax Thug triple dips and wipes his ledger on my curtains.)
homework and studying
Nothing special tomorrow....pub crawl on Saturday night, recover on Sunday...back to work on Monday....exciting right?
Completely baffled by a backward indication
That an inspired word will come across your tongue
Hands moving upward to propel the situation
Have simply halted
And now the conversation's done
I am the EgGmAn
Friday night is my leaving party at work
Saturday im training in the morning and then were going to a lovely country hotel for the night <3 before going here...[url=http://www.badminton-horse.co.uk/]Badminton Horse Trials[/url] on sunday, then travelling back home on sunday evening.
Monday(bank holiday in the uk) will just be relaxing and getting things ready to start my new job on tuesday
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
let's see...this weekend...8 loads of laundry planned. that might be it. oh, and volunteering at the local church on kitchen duty on saturday
mo'Dajvo' pa'wIjDaq je narghpu' He'So'bogh SajlIj
Going to my bf's tomorrow to make a batch of rhubarb slush complete with raspberry Stoli.
Saturday we're having people over. Praying the weather cooperates so we can have smores and a bonfire. The dang wind has been outta control and it looks rainy. We're making homemade pho. I've been on an old school movie kick lately, probably will rent "Honey I Shrunk the Kids" for the kiddos.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?