Kombucha anyone?

Is there anyone who lives within driving distance of Fort Worth who wants my kombucha setup? I'm just tired of messing with it. I love it, but most of the time I leave it for too long and forget to make fresh tea for it, etc. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check out kombuchatea.tribe.net/ and you will see all you need to know. I just hate to throw it out- but it's just not a priority in my life right now and it just sits there and gets wasted. Let me know- you'l love it- I love it!

PMS and too much time on my hands

In less than 48 hrs. I will put my body through hell and be cussing out my friend Kathryn (in my head) for talking me into it. The Power Maiden Sprint Triathlon. Sprint means that it is shorter than a real triathlon. It's a 300 meter swim, followed by a 13 mile bike ride, and a 5K run.

I know that I can do each of these things seperately, but this is all in a row, outside, without an ipod (too dangerous for the competitors- I just want to tell these people "look, I'm going to be last anyway, I will just start behind everyone. Then can I PLEASE have my ipod?")

I have been really excited about it, but that was before it was REAL. Like, do you remember the first time you were ever going to perform, and how you looked forward to it for months and practiced all the time and felt really confident? And then the day or two before, you started going "holy shit- I've lost my fucking mind! Why did I say I wanted to do this? Why?" Well, it's like that. Except that was performance in front of people anxiety. As opposed to "Holy shit- this just might kill me" anxiety.

No, no, it's OK. I can do this. I will finish it. Good God, it's just a SPRINT tri. Two or three hours, and it'll be over, one way or another.

But what if I fall on my bike? What I cramp? What if I get too hot? What if I start feeling sick?

Shit.

It'll be OK. It'll be OK. I am going to channel my piggy that helps me workout with Abdul. Just grunt.

humble pie

well- I posted this after round one with Abdul on my myspace blog on May 30, and since I changed my pic to a piggy, I thought I should include the blog about the birth of the piggy. Here it is. (I have since been back three more times and am going today :-)

I went to a personal trainer today. His name is Abdul and and he mopped the floor with me. He was very nice and didn't laugh at me too much, but I have, nonetheless, never in my life felt like such a wimp. It was probably one of the most humbling experiences of my life. I have been to a lot of dance workshops that were pretty hard core, but I always feel like once we get down to technique, I feel pretty sure of myself. And I have a lot more stamina dancing than I did when I first started. Hell, I dance for about thirty minutes non-stop at Byblos in full costume, hair and makeup, so what's some weight-lifting with some meathead, right? Ummm, no. Try looking and feeling like you jumped in a pool of sweat with your clothes on and having it run off your forehead into your eyes and all over the mat or the equipment. On your hands and knees trying to draw circles out to the side of you with your toe- no weight attached, mind you, andnot being able to hold that toe off the ground without a loud heave and grunt coming out. The whole time, sweat is pouring off your face and making a little pool under you which you are staring at whilst you are grunting and heaving. I made noises today that were mortifying. I felt like a little baby piglet- all pink and grunting. A little piglet being held by its legs while it's trying to run away and squealing- so weak, even though it's pulling with all it's little baby piglet might it can muster.



Then, I came home and Clint and I went and ate barbeque. I have never beaten Clint at eating barbeque until today. Hell, I've never even finished my PLATE at Cousin's until today. And a chocolate chip cookie for dessert.

Help!

I am so frustrated at my lack of tech-expertise right now!I figured out, all byt myself, how to download a video from youtube as a flv file, and I am using RIVA encoder to try to change it to a wmv file, and it acts like it totally worked, but then it's just a black screen video with just the audio working!

Does anyone know a better way to save a youtube video to your computer as a windows media file???

dogs!!!

Yesterday I bought the third remote since I've had amy dogs. (1 year) This morning I walked out of the room and left the remote on the couch for literally five seconds and my Nadia had it in her mouth- not long enough to break this one, but she still managed to de-program it. AAGHH! I bought the Galileo ten dollar bones and yet they prefer the remote!!! Does anyone else have this problem?