I took the past two days off working out kind of on accident, and for those of you who have no idea what I've been doing, it's the TurboFire program by BeachBody - the amazing people who make P90X... and if you don't know what any of that means, well... I'm sorry for you! TurboFire is basically a kickboxing program that incorporates yoga and plyometrics. After my three week hiatus from work and getting into the groove of working out I was doing really well, but once I went back to work and had to be awake at 0530 (you see what I did there?) I kind of fell off the bandwagon... plus I hadn't slept for the 72 hours after Jeff broke into my house... but that's neither here nor there, I digress. In addition to going back to work, and Kyle leaving for bootcamp, I started an online class (Critical Thinking: Strategies in Decision Making - AKA giant BS fest...). Tonight I did three workouts to catch up because GOD FORBID my OCD let me just move on with the program. This totaled 85 minutes of working out in my living room. To treat myself afterward I took a long hot soak in my tub, lit candles, put on relaxing music (Sara Bareilles Radio on Pandora) , and found a little slice of heaven right here in my very own home. Seriously, I don't know at what point I stopped taking baths but I think in the past 10 years I've maybe taken 5... and I think every time I say to myself, "I really need to do this more often".
A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
'cause you are my heaven
You are my heaven
Ron Pope
Let's be clear here, this is no roman tub, and my bathroom might be just a step above a questionable gas station accommodation (I'm not even kidding...) that I've blissfully decorated with photos of seashells, beachy pictures of my family, and a plant (because plants make even the darkest places seem lively). DC1 (the guy who takes care of the government housing - for you civilians) had to replace the vanity in our bathroom about 6 months ago because the faucet was leaking and when he tried to replace it he cracked the porcelain sink because it was so corroded. The new vanity was about 4 inches less deep than the old one, and wouldn't you believe, the tiles on the floor ended at the old vanity (because whoever previously laid the tile was either too lazy to tile the whole bathroom, or wanted to save money and only tile the visible floor) leaving visible wood and a 1/4" or better gap that my toes often find when I stand at the mirror to brush my teeth. The shower and tub are one of those one piece fixtures, and Kyle and I have gone around and re-caulked the bathroom and kitchen because the caulk was completely molded out when we moved in. Also, most of the cement between the tiles that ARE on the floor is cracked... I won't even touch the toilet or baseboards in this blog, I'll save that for a rainy day.
So anyway, back to my face peel... after getting out of the tub I decided to give this a shot... I put the peel on, made some jokes to myself about how there's white out conditions on my face right now (because the peel was white and it's snowing like mad outside), and went to my room to continue relaxing and let it dry. Once the peel was dry, I very quickly came to the conclusion that this Sephora cashier and I have very differing views of what "FUN" is. The peel came off in long strips, and left the part where it broke off kind of hanging and made my face very itchy - like someone was tickling me with a feather. Not only was this frustrating because I wanted it to peel off in one big piece like a mask - I realized almost instantly that unless this woman was handing me a bottle of wine, a shot of tequila, or tickets to a football game - that there's no way I could possibly consider this to be fun... then I realized I might have a problem (although I think many of my friends and readers would agree that those three things almost always = fun... and if you don't, well then again, I am sorry for you!). I peeled most of the mask off and once I really looked like a clown I marched my ass right to the bathroom and washed the rest of it off...
I'm sure you all want to know if I've heard from Kyle, or if I know where I'm getting stationed after this... the answer is NO - to both the above. Trust me people, you will know as soon as I know - I will update my facebook, take a picture on Instagram, email all my contacts, text all my family members, Pin it on Pinterest, and send a letter to Kyle (sad... he will be the last to know). I've almost come to accept that maybe we aren't going anywhere and we're staying here for another year, but then I think it's one of those Murphy's Law type things where once I decide I'd like to stay we get orders to Gnome, Alaska (which is a standing joke in this Pitcock household... but might not be that funny when it actually happens). At the end of the day the decision isn't up to me - so hang tight followers, you'll find out soon.
Happy MLK and Inauguration day... woof.
A Drop in the Ocean - Ron Pope
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