It’s Monday and Obama’s on vacation so at least we have that going for us. I’m not sure how many rounds of Golf he’s going to play but we can be sure that since it gets him out of that bazillion dollar mansion and away from his wife he’s going to play AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. He’ll squeeze in the “Bookstore” visit and the “Ice Cream” visit and the insufferable yearly “bike trip”. But let’s be honest – this is about his royal highness hanging out with his (male) friends “playing golf” as much as possible-NTTAWWT.
So moving-on to the first ever MONDAY MUSICAL MOTIVATION.
It was Mare’s suggestion (was she drinking?) – so blame her.
I’m going to start this slowly. Lessen the shock. THIS is one of my favorite running songs. It’s got a strong beat (you can’t dance to it) that builds in intensity for the PERFECT running pace. Toward the end – if you’re not flying down the road you just don’t have any soul. The heavy sound was created on this album was made by plugging the guitars into bass amps.
There. Now that we’re warmed up I can move on to something a bit peppier. Well at least the folks on the video are dancing around … we’ll go with that.
These cool dudes played around here recently but I was probably working a fake double.
Now – for a bit of cold reality.
Depressing song but the BEAT – man. I can lift to that.
This is the song I always use when I need to finish strong.
Here’s a little zumba motivation. I was working both days during the final weekend – and it was slow – so I put the games on all the teevees in the bar and got to watch a lot. The gals were fun to watch – then the guys started competing.
OMG
So I’ve got an 8.5 mile run today then I work tonight. And the laundry room? Have you SEEN THAT? OMG. Nothing trashes my house like me working all weekend. Ugh. Ok. Let’s hit it folks.
Somehow, this song seems appropriate (and shut up if you don’t like this version):
I have been waiting for this moment for damn near two years. And I will not be disappointed.
I have more to add, but it shall come in the next day or so. But vote. Tell the left to get fisteryfucked so hard and wide, a goatse could come along and not scrape the sides of their collective anuses for what they have done and want to do. Then celebrate tonight, knowing that the battle renews tomorrow.
I had someone say to us “that’s not the last $5000 mistake you’ll make.”
The number really isn’t important because it’s relative, however, it’s the permission from ourselves to make the wrong decision. It happens to everyone. And it will not end life as we know it unless it’s some dummy like Biden fooling around and bragging about having access to the nuclear codes.
My husband often says after we (or our children) make a decision, “now, make it the best decision.” Which of course means, make it work.
