5/30/12
A little front, a little back
Just added a little bit of chest and back. Trying to push it a bit more and get up to 55 this week on the chest but as you can see I'm struggling. My back is def. growing...we'll see what I can come up with in the next few weeks.
5/7/12
5/5/12
Training Music of the Moment
In my eys, I am "The Boss" So it would only make since that this is my favorite workout song of the moment. I'm the boss!
4/24/12
Catch Up Time!
I have been horribly neglecting my blog. Seems life has not stopped for the past few months. I have to be somewhere in 30 minutes so I'll do my best to update what I can. The twins will be graduating in just over a month from high school. I'm a bit melancholy and a bit excited. They've settled upon Grambling State in Louisiana. I'm scared and excited for me. I'm proud and honored to have gotten to raise them and I'm horribly sad that their childhoods and getting to take care of them on a daily basis is coming to an end.
They liked the campus and many students approached them in that southern way and made them feel at home. Louisiana is far (big sigh)
Last Saturday they went to the prom. They both looked so handsome and they didn't even complain much when I snapped a million pictures. I must admit they got their momma's genes and they make a tuxedo look GOOD! Their dates were cute and I was sad when thinking about this being the last highschool dance. I've tried to put their graduation invites together but everytime I do my eyes start watering and I have to stop.
Finally, mommy brought home a couple of trophies in my recent contests. The Governor's Cup was huge. I had about 80 people in my class. Not really but it felt like it and my non-smiling butt got lost in the crowd. The following weekend I pulled out two trophies, and I even managed to get an interview.
Next up is graduation. Not sure how I'll do on that day. I may need to purchase some water proof mascara, but just know that I will be proud no matter how I hold up.
Finally, mommy brought home a couple of trophies in my recent contests. The Governor's Cup was huge. I had about 80 people in my class. Not really but it felt like it and my non-smiling butt got lost in the crowd. The following weekend I pulled out two trophies, and I even managed to get an interview.
1/27/12
1/15/12
Status Update...Road to NPC
The life of a figure competitor...my journey continues. So I just decided to put up a few of the recent happenings on my quest to make top 5. To those who are in the circuit Top 5 is what a competitor aspires for and after that the obsession takes over. Me, Nesha is a bit backward though so although I haven't had a top 5 call out, I have completely skipped that in my mind and have gone to the center spot. I want the Top prize. The sword, the overall. I've become slightly insane in my journey too.
I'm the passenger in the car, looking out the window. No one need to ask me what I'm thinking about. They already know. My eyes wake up in the morning and I say "thank you Lord" in my mind and the next thought is "gotta go hard today". By nature I'm a little girl. Little, literally. I'm small boned, small muscled. The only thing big about me is my hands and my feet. This is probably the toughest obession I could have picked up for several reasons. It's a dog fight EVERY single day to build this muscle, its expensive, it's time consuming. I don't care about any of that. I want the sword.
My mom flew back to Texas last week and before she departed she said that she thought broccolli was one of her favorite foods before visiting my house. She has grown to detest the smell of broccolli and grilled chicken. I'm sure the men in my house agree. Hey, if I gotta clean up turf beads and sweaty socks all day, they have to smell my clean food. I'm ten weeks out from the Governor's Cup in Sacramento. I see my body changing but not enough for me. I'm hoping I'll be more pleased in another two weeks or so. Time is growing short and I'm beginning to feel anxious. I know I need to unwind. All those who matter say I'm night and day from my last competition, however if it's not going to get me Top 5, it's worthless in my opinion. Gotta go, time to eat.
I'm the passenger in the car, looking out the window. No one need to ask me what I'm thinking about. They already know. My eyes wake up in the morning and I say "thank you Lord" in my mind and the next thought is "gotta go hard today". By nature I'm a little girl. Little, literally. I'm small boned, small muscled. The only thing big about me is my hands and my feet. This is probably the toughest obession I could have picked up for several reasons. It's a dog fight EVERY single day to build this muscle, its expensive, it's time consuming. I don't care about any of that. I want the sword.
My mom flew back to Texas last week and before she departed she said that she thought broccolli was one of her favorite foods before visiting my house. She has grown to detest the smell of broccolli and grilled chicken. I'm sure the men in my house agree. Hey, if I gotta clean up turf beads and sweaty socks all day, they have to smell my clean food. I'm ten weeks out from the Governor's Cup in Sacramento. I see my body changing but not enough for me. I'm hoping I'll be more pleased in another two weeks or so. Time is growing short and I'm beginning to feel anxious. I know I need to unwind. All those who matter say I'm night and day from my last competition, however if it's not going to get me Top 5, it's worthless in my opinion. Gotta go, time to eat.
Likes/Dislikes
Idris (with his fine self) won a Golden Globe
Revelations 22:3
RealPlayer downloads YouTube videos
I see progress, slowly (10 weeks to go)
My NO Saints, I still love them, win or lose
The new Kobe Commercial (gotta be a Kobe fan)
living one day at a time
DISLIKES
when my toes are ice cold
the beginning of a new semester in school
justice is blind, literally
President Obama signed NDAA
they don't make songs like this anymore
taking that first step out of bed on winter mornings
Real Housewives
slow progress (10 weeks to go)
the way Patron leaves me feeling
the boys are into Polo now...expensive as hell
Tomorrow isn't promised
1/11/12
So I'm a Flake
All I have in this world is my balls and my word! Ok scratch the “balls” I don’t have those! But who would want em anyway. They’re wrinkled, sweaty, and don’t serve much purpose ESPECIALLY if they hang lower than Mr. Winky. Wait, what was I taking about again? My word! Oh yes, my word! I was examining the history of my word when I realized: I AM A TOTAL FLAKE and SUPREME PROCRASTINATOR!!! I’m sure the people close to me already figured this out, but after 30+ years being me it just hit me today. And I’m talking like a swift Ike Turner punch to the face. I do believe there is nothing worse than a coked out punch from Ike!
Now before you turn your nose up (like your butt is perfect) let me explain. I often make plans and I really do intend on attending but I get tired easily, especially after a long day of errands, work, kid activities and training. So I don’t show up, but I do call and let them know I’m not coming. Sometimes I get a non-response other times I get a non-invite for 6 months. As far as the procrastination goes, I want to do a lot but I don’t have the time. Granted my attention span is shorter than Emmanuel Lewis in ballet flats, I"m working on it.
Is there some kind of rehab that I can check myself into! I can’t die from flakiness and bull-crapinness (let’s pretend this is a word). I’m real sad about today’s self discovery. BUT HEARETH ME YE: on this day I declareth to NOT flaketh thou friends and Procrastinateth against thou self!!! Wish me luck, Lord knows I have a feeling I am going to flake out on this…….
Now before you turn your nose up (like your butt is perfect) let me explain. I often make plans and I really do intend on attending but I get tired easily, especially after a long day of errands, work, kid activities and training. So I don’t show up, but I do call and let them know I’m not coming. Sometimes I get a non-response other times I get a non-invite for 6 months. As far as the procrastination goes, I want to do a lot but I don’t have the time. Granted my attention span is shorter than Emmanuel Lewis in ballet flats, I"m working on it.
Is there some kind of rehab that I can check myself into! I can’t die from flakiness and bull-crapinness (let’s pretend this is a word). I’m real sad about today’s self discovery. BUT HEARETH ME YE: on this day I declareth to NOT flaketh thou friends and Procrastinateth against thou self!!! Wish me luck, Lord knows I have a feeling I am going to flake out on this…….
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