Yes, I went out wearing the outfit in the photo, and that outfit is just ONE exhibit in relation to my pleas and WHY I keep asking/telling you folks that someone, Keira, Jennifer, anyone, must for the love of fashion nominate me for ‘What Not to Wear’ and fast I could show up at your place wearing this at ANY TIME!!!!

You’ve all been warned.

No matter how long I live here I can not dress for the weather, no matter how hard I try I am either too hot or too cold.

Let me first tell you what I have on my person and that it was plus one or more degrees when I went out and pissing rain.

• Brown knit, ‘Sneaky Brim Toque’
• Not done hair
• Glasses
• Pink wool, Banana Republic coat
• White mittens
• An umbrella with ALMOST broken open button
• Long sleeve cotton shirt
• 100% wool sweater (with fleece lined neck)
• Jeans
• Wigwam socks
• Wellies
• A bag

Can you say over heat much? Today was ridiculous, I felt like I weighed a million pounds, not good for any day let alone the first day I leave my house to also test my back out. I had to wear my Banana Republic coat and not my Helly Hansen snowboard jacket [even though SKIING IS WHERE IT IS AT!!!!!] because my jacket is BRIGHT orange and would have looked worse than I already did in my coat and wellies, I think.

I needed some panties because I have lost what I fondly refer to as my newlywed comfort weight and am back in a size small panty, I needed a shirt for a Christmas party Saturday night - I found one - which led to needing a new bra which I got in a 34B and not a 32C yet I have lost weight. You tell me. Christmas or not my outfit will have pink.

By the time I got to Payless to look for winter boots for our trip up North I was dripping in sweat and had remembered three times over that I had forgotten my RE-USE-ABLE BAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When this happened to Adam he walked home from the grocery store with the groceries in his arms, hands and pockets to teach himself a lesson. I think my outfit was lesson enough and you can’t walk around other stores with panties hanging out of your pockets.

Even though I got boots at Payless I MAY end up taking them back they were seventy something dollars after taxes at PAYLESS?? The more I think about it the more wrong it seems.

Today is a perfect example of WHY I let Adam dress me. From now on when people ask me WHY or look at me funny when I say my husband dresses me [as long as he is home!] they will be referred to this post.

AND on the walk home it started to rain hardish and the umbrella with ALMOST broken open button, BROKE and would not open and my fingers got extremely sore and red and cold. I tossed it because it was poking my anger spot.

Having a job with no computer is pretty awesome because I am in no way tempted to do stupid stuff that could get me canned. Downside, I don’t get to blog as often. I haven’t done this sort of shift work since the nineties so it is taking a bit to get used to. The film industry was too hard with no car although I learned a lot and I mean a lot plus I’m not saying I will never do it again in the summer the not having a car/retarded hours don’t bother me as much, really what I mean is if Ryan Gosling were to film here I’d be on that set other than that I like being in doors now with ventilated air and heat and stuff, plus I wouldn’t leave where I am now, I’d have to find a way to do both.

Oops did I forget to mention I got a new job?

So now I am bonified Housewife Extraordinaire with permanent part time job. I feel so much better about myself and when I don’t clean the kitchen I don’t feel guilty because I work too. Granted, matching P.J sets and my Sneaky Brim Toque and my pirate/scull slippers are my day off uniform. I am in NO WAY responsible for bringing sexy back as this photo clearly shows. The apartment is freezing, I’ll bring sexy back in the spring. The Sneaky Brim Toque is on a similar status HIGH as my Neko Case T-shirt, it is getting A LOT of wear.

My tattoos are allowed to show and although we can’t wear jeans all other pants are basically allowed. Gus is having some ‘issues’ to say the VERY least with my not being home as much but I am sure she will adjust and realize she was simply taking me for granted anyway.

With my working Adam actually gets some time to himself which he is loving and it makes me happy after the gift of sitting on my ass for so long he gave me. I’ll walk in the door and he has his guitar [a REAL one] on his lap or he may be banging out new tunes on his key board or he’ll be passed out on the couch with the Greeper and I almost feel guilty that I’m interrupting because I can come home for lunch. That last part is a lie I don’t feel bad for coming home for lunch when Adam is home because then he will make me lunch, but I am still down with him having more ‘him’ time.

• I have to have all the songs on Guitar Hero III open by tomorrow. People are coming over to play and I want all the songs open. I started on hard level because I play on expert now but I got stuck in level seven [hard] so I have had to go back to medium level so I can get everything open. The things I do for my friends, seriously.

Top five total BS reasons I didn’t insist on the cordless guitar being mine and have not even tried it:

1. I don’t want to get used to it
2. I LOVE starting almost every sentence with “since you have the cordless guitar on can you please get me…..”
3. I obviously have issues with ‘excessive’ use as I broke the whammy bar on our original red guitar
4. I won MAJOR points taking over Adam’s old black and brown guitar
5. Cordless or not I will still find something to trip and fall over

• The latest visit with Rhonda was awesome, as usual, but was also bittersweet. Not my place to talk about her life on my site. I haven’t even posted the photos to flickr yet but when I do I’ll do a photo post because we took some pretty interesting photos. Underwear on my head was involved and Adam got a stingray.
• I have therapy today and BOY do I need it.
• I haven’t touched The Time Traveler’s Wife since GH 3 came out and I remain on page 50.
• I bought the new Britney Spears, Blackout at the same time that I bought Puscifer, “V” is for vagina.
• I’m almost done the second quarter of 100 things about me.
• Adam and I got new cell phones for free. My phone is so kick ass I can’t even use it or I can but I may have to call in reinforcements to teach me, I got the MOTOKRZR K1(RED) made to help eliminate AIDS in Africa. I have this thing where I hate reading instructions, but I take direction well.
• I got a change sorter because we save every single piece of change and I love it so much I may dedicate a whole post to it. If you only knew how much money I/we have saved and the things we’ve ended up using it for you’d all start saving your change today.
• This season of Ellen Degeneres is so good I can hardly handle it.
• Project GOING GREEN is in full swing we’ve added reusable bags for groceries and drugstore shops and have found even more things to ‘flick off’ and unplug. Friend and fellow blogger Keira-Anne has also done some great posts on GOING GREEEEEEEEEN and even has a Roots, Flick Off t-shirt.
• Project get all the songs open on Guitar Hero III by tomorrow must recommence now.
• As of this minute I have 144 unread blog posts on my feed from blogs I actually read because I only have blogs I read on my feed because of you guessed it, GUITAR HERO. [anyone sick of hearing about GH refer to my about page]

fifty ways to leave your fifty hoes in fifty different area codes

have you ever wondered why paul simon only gives us these 5 ways to leave your lover in a song inaptly named 50 ways to leave your lover�?
so did we.
wonder no more. in honour of Halloween and our sick minds having nothing better to do, ABC and i bring you what we feel paul simon MAY have chosen as possible ways.

Paul Simon’s Original Ways

you just slip out the back, jack
make a new plan, stan
you don’t need to be coy, roy
just get yourself free
hop on the bus, gus
you don’t need to discuss much
just drop off the key, lee
and get yourself free

45 Additional Ways

shoot her in the face, ace
leave on a jet plane, jane
cut off his leg, greg
hammer in her brain, raine
lock him in the morgue, borg
stick her with a sword, gord
bite off his cock, spock
stick her with a shank, frank
cook fatty foods, contributing to his heart disease, louise
whack her with a bat, pat
have an affair, clare
bop her car with a glock, doc
feed him to a demon, eamonn
hit him with a brick, rick
cast him into hell, nell
grind her flesh into macaroni, tony
push him off his bike, mike
snip her e-brake, jake
weld closed her flu, lou
toss a grenade, jade
bomb her, dahmer
hire a hitman, fran
leave her in a ditch, mitch
lock him in the sauna, lana
stab her in the ass, cass
give him ebola, lola
freeze her in ice, bryce
throw him in the cage with a baaaadaassss panda, miranda
leave her in a gator’s death roll, joel
have his murder committed by people in your commune, june
tie him to a sled, fred
club her with an ancient artifact at the museum, liam
hang him from a tree, marie
make her watch Full House, clause
give her crabs, babs
take a dump on her rug, doug
drop him off a bridge, midge
poke out his eye, di
fuck him to death, beth
kill her in the sack, zach
beat him with a lock in a sock, tupac
ditch her at the mall, jamal
clock her with your sand wedge, reg
leave her at the altar, walter
show him the guillotine, eileen

2006
2005 *has some of its original comments!!*

Lately I have been feeling like I am falling in love with Adam all over again or that I love him even more if that is even possible or something like that and I have been all floating on a cloud like and we’ve been having so much fun lately and laughing more than we already laugh which is enough to keep our stomaches in shape and we had a couple of days where we didn’t really see much of each other I was out with Spockette and then he was out with Pat and Adam normally works Saturdays and I thought hey this is cool I miss him a lot and even though having this Friday night to myself rules and all because I don’t have to endure him taking the piss out of whatever crap show I’m awwwwwwing over I missed him and he hadn’t really gone anywhere.

When I got home from my night out I stayed up late and watched Shopgirl which really wasn’t that bad once you get over the fact you really are supposed to buy that Claire Danes and Steve Martin are ‘doing it’. I was really cold when I got into bed and when I snuggled up next to Adam I noticed how warm he was and was afraid I would wake him up because I was like an ice box getting into the bed but I rested my freezing hand on his chest and pulled my chest up to his back and discovered something I had never noticed before, that my head fit perfectly between the top of his neck and his shoulder blade and there was room for me to tuck in my other arm. I am NOT a cuddly person. I laid there thinking he’d never know I had made this valiant attempt at being not only affectionate but cuddly affectionate whilst figuring I’d have to roll over soon, there was no way I could fall asleep like this and what if Adam rolled over on me and I woke up with my neck and back out and then I was pissed off at my attempt to be affectionate and would have been all WHY DID I BOTHER! But then I woke up and it was morning.

We were watching The Lost Boys again on the weekend, the movie has been coming up a lot lately with the second one being filmed here and the fact that none of the original cast are in it and I can’t even see what it will be about except the obvious, vampires, and I think it is lame they are making a new one and the soundtrack from the original is one of my very favorite soundtracks ever [I sense a Corinna’s favorite soundtracks post coming!] and one of the things that rules about Adam is that I KNOW it must be annoying but he lets me sing all the songs while we are watching the movie and I do air guitar and I rock out and basically bring new direction they obviously didn’t think of to each scene. The Lost Boys soundtrack to me is like listening to a John Denver’s Greatest Hits album I know every single word even though I haven’t owned the soundtrack in years because I lent it out and GUESS WHAT…… I never got it back. [Don’t even ask why I still lend things]. So, this hip gyrating, Tim Capello .gif busting out ‘I Still Believe’ from one of our favourite scenes goes out to you babe.

I can’t really write a post like this without mentioning THREE THINGS.

1. Here is a link to the AWESOME post on how Adam and I met.
2. My parents celebrated their 38th wedding anniversary on September 9th they have only been married 37 years longer than Adam and I. WATCH OUT GUYS WE ARE CATCHING UP!!!!
3. The Funky Bee and her husband also celebrated their first year wedding anniversary on the 9th and it appears that they have had just as fantastic of a start to their marriage as we have.

Spoiler warning: if you are planning on seeing this film, and are not easily dissuaded, then do not read this review. Because unless you like getting pretentious at Dennys afterwerbs, you ought not go. Basically, when the tally of things that bug you surpasses the things that are cool you are in trouble. But if you leave half way through the scary dreadlox goth people will push you around and play catch with your hat.

So Rob Zombie meets with Carpenter, or so it goes, all old fashioned like and asks for his blessing like hes gonna make an honest woman of his daughter. And Carpenter sez to him he sez, “make it your own”. So I cant give him the ol Peter Jackson when Johnny told him not to make the same movie. Because of White Zombie, I will start this thang with what I liked about the picture. Young Michael is awesome. First of all, the kid who plays hims name is Daeg Faerch. You couldnt make up a name that is more metal if you tried. Seriously. Try. The character wears a sweet KISS tee shirt, and although he is vacant and violent, the most offensive thing about him for me was that he was a little dirty. But this time we know whats coming. We know that he is going to turn into a superhuman psychopathic killer because we assume a certain faithfulness to the original script by Johnny and Debra Hill, and also because lil Mikey kills more animals than Ernest Hemingway. He is also seemingly unable to go anywhere without his 25cent clown mask, his first mask, which to my much happiness is not scary but kind of ridiculous looking so that the sinistration of the image is entirely caused by the evil of the boy. The final thing that I liked was that Don’t Fear The Reaper appears a couple o times. what about the nudity though, everybuddy loves tits and ass right, but in a world where Britney Spears flashes her clam like an airmiles card it really didn’t do much for me.

So now that were done with the good cowboys, lets move our attention to the bad cowboys.

I was kind of expecting some sort of jab-jab-wink-wink to Johnny Carpenter, but the more I waited and the harder I looked for it, the more painful was the realization that it wasn’t going to come. I love Carpenters Halloween because of him and Nick Castle in the Shape and Hill. Assault on Precinct 13 is my flavourite Johnny.
Ok chill, lets start orgamizing things here, lets us focus.

My problem with this film is its intention, I cant figure out what Rob Zombie is trying to tell me. In Carpenters treatment, Michaels existence is surreal; as a kid calmly and quietly stabbing his sister in full clown gear, and the Shape appearing and disappearing all over the shittin hell. Zombie demystifies the villain and shifts the sympathy dynamic. Little Daeg in his badass KISS shirt is killin this rat, and this dawg, and what have you, and his moms a peeler, and his step pop is an assho, and his sisters a hore, and he kills this irritating kid, so we stick all that in the ol John Douglas-o-matic and we get a serial killer. Which brings me to so what. Mikey goes to the hospital, he gets round the clock care, but hes too fucked. The system failed so that means what we got here is we need to deal better with those cases but we cant even if we do our best. Malcolm McDowell was really nice to the kid and that janitor who looked out for him got jacked up nonetheless. His mom was really nice to him too cept for the living with a fucking assho bit. So despite our modern understanding of mental illness, despite our technology and not-shock treatment, we are completely helpless which begs why should we even try to reform an insane criminal. Harumph. I ask you Rob Zombie what the crap was with all that lets understand how he became damaged by purging the sinners stuff when the only alternative youre giving us is to kill the poor understandably vengeful lil sumbitch.

So when the first part of the film with young Mike ended I was all waaaAAAAaaa?…….?? do I like him cuz he kills bad guys, or do I hate him for killin poor ol lil animals? And then theres boobs. And more bad people get ganked. And also good people get ganked. Let us not forget too that in 1978 the Shape was played by the guy who directed The Last Starfighter using the Cray X-MP supercomputer to render the digital effects.. today, he is played by a wrestler. Nothing against Tyler Mane, and maybe I should have included this with the good cowboys but I really like that Zombie has a stable of actors he reuses, I love that shit. But the wrestler didn’t even take a stab at the best part of the Carpenter picture, where Mike holds Lyndas bf Bob up against the wall and impales him, then he stands a foot away from the dead Bob and tilts his head side to side, examining the meat. A wrestler might be able to stab the shit out of me like a bastard, but he doesn’t make me piss in my pants and cry like Jimmy Garner. The original movie was a true origin in that thats where the clichés were copied from, but this new version wasnt putting two and two tugether. If Zombie is a fan of either Carpenter or his movie, I saw no indication as such.

And I am now leading into my most pressing issue, the one that runed the experience really for me, the music. One of the things that made that fuckin old version so scary was Carpenters score. He directed it, cowrote it, and composed the whole theme. So now we have Rob Zombie, a musician before a filmmaker, directing his favourite movie and wanting to be respectful yet he doesn’t pony up and give that extra effort like the pioneers with no money to play with had to? That right there tells me that the poor bastard is detatched from the work in that one area where he could have retardified his own cinematic success while giving props to the man who did it himself 30 yearz ago.

Waa waa, and so on. If I had never heard of Johnny Carpenter or Rob Zombie then I wouldn’t be in this mess, but waddaya do. You cant make a silk purse out of a sour peach. Or something.

Hey Zombie. If youre reading this, go rent The Butcher Boy.

Also don’t turn ME into a zombie.

Aughra mentioned that she had not seen my bangs and it dawned on me that if you aren’t on my Facebook then you wouldn’t know that I got bangs because I never mentioned it or posted any photos on Flickr till late last week early this week. So, in case you didn’t know, I got bangs.

Garbage strike makes the city smell extra pretty.

NOT suitable for US Open play or any play for that matter.

Stay tuned for a review/comparison post between Rob Zombie’s Halloween and the original John Carpenter version by Adam, we watched both over the long weekend. I will tell you this, we both [and JohnA] HATED the new one it was SO BAD I would have walked out had I not have been with other people. DUMBEST SHIT EVER. Rob Zombie is a MORON for thinking he could take on that movie, I mean really, I wasn’t expecting much it is a remake, but I did not expect him to actually destroy the movie. I want my money and my wasted time back.

Adam and JohnA entering to watch Halloween when we were still HAPPY and EXCITED we were there.

STUPID memory card deleted my data on Guitar Hero Encore Rocks the 80’s, I had to start over again I was not impressed. It took me forever to finish the last song by Extreme I don’t even want to see that song on EXPERT. I can’t remember what my original band name was but it wasn’t Bastard Fucker that name came from the anger of losing memory card data for the second time. [two different games though] Might be time for a new one.

I didn’t realize I was wearing my bald eagle chainsaw wielding prolly going to chop up the bunny shirt until I uploaded this and laughed my ass off. I can’t believe that thing on my head has EYES, bloody gross. Don’t worry C.J this is NOT the kickass ‘thing’ we found to go in your box on the weekend.

I do not like Adam’s new Cons.

Mushroom with balls.

SCORE!!!!!!!

I am so in love with this bag. I have been looking for a new bag for over a year maybe two years. I have been carrying a green Gap bag or my Johnny Cash book bag and my wee Coach bag for special occasions but my green Gap bag has been falling apart for a while. I had basically stopped looking for a replacement which is obviously why I found one. It is water proof and the best bag in the world, room for all my stuff and a book, has the key holder, phone holder, camera holder AND does not feel heavy EVEN with my water bottle in it. Heaven.

Adam’s new crossword puzzle Cons and ‘Darth’ Federer spanking someone at the US Open.

HOLY I can’t believe it is Tuesday already, where does the time go? I have been pretty giddy since last Friday somehow I got the one line from Barry Manilow’s song Looks Like We Made It stuck in my head and that line would be the ”looks like we made it” part, the rest of the song doesn’t really work lyric wise, but that line mixed in with some humming and stabs at other lines without looking up the lyrics have been ever present to the point I dedicated that song to Adam on Sunday on Facebook for everyone to see because I know Adam hates Manilow and is probably about ready to duct tape my vocal chords. I found a video for the song on YouTube and it had all the karaoke lyrics running across it as well so I serenaded him whilst playing the air guitar. You want romance? I think that about covers it.

The only shitty thing about the whole weekend was that on Friday at around 3pm-ish I started to feel really nauseous and had to go lay down and I only had two hours until my shrink session and just felt ILL so I canceled, I will likely have to pay a cool $170.00 for that but I had no idea what was happening, and then I started to get the stabbing pains in behind my eyes and my head started to pound and I really couldn’t move and I was like DUH how could you NOT have realized that was a migraine coming on, I waited until it had subsided enough that I could maneuver myself off of the couch and into the kitchen to get something for it. Much to my relief it was under control pretty quickly but it was too late for my session. I called Dr. B back and explained what happened he knows about my headaches but still canceling two hours before? I think he will charge me for the missed session, granted he never said anything about it and normally he does so I guess I will find out if and when he hands me an invoice this Friday.

So basically we hung out with David and Iris Eggwhites and we had some Guitar Hero battles and we went bowling on Saturday night and spent Sunday how we spend most days, laughing and enjoying each others company. Just now we are in year two of marriage and almost heading into year five together. It sure does not feel like we’ve been together that long but we have. And I didn’t bust out any wedding photos because they are all on flickr and our favourite one is on Facebook we see them all the time if you want to see them you know where they are I’m just bored with them right now.

ps. This is my most favourite Guitar Hero shot ever. And it is only fitting that I was playing the 80s Encore edition when this was taken. What am I doing wearing that headband for real? Well, I’m retraining my hair growth pattern of course. It is sweet I don’t leave the house in it but I do wear it into bed because I am sexy to the max.

On Sunday I will of course be posting never before seen photos from our wedding or our favourite photos I haven’t decided and probably writing some sappy cry worthy sentences on how much I love my husband and how utterly fantastic our first year of marriage has been. That being said, this post is not about the good times, it isn’t even about the bad times it is about the drunk time and my very first test as a wife and sort of about the really kick ass anniversary gift from my parents.

My parents asked us to pick fifty photos of ourselves, a part, together, out and about, random shots like of the inside of our fridge during the water shortage - that represented our first year of marriage for an album for us. Very sweet. While going through and looking for photos I found the photo in this post and knew it had to go in the album.

At first I thought Adam would be upset with me for including but it quickly dawned on me that I know Adam I did in fact go so far as to marry him so when all was said and done I knew he would find it funny. And the more I looked at the photo the more I thought of that night having all but forgotten it.

I can tell by looking at it that it was taken around late September, this is evident from the scab on his hip area, that is a volleyball injury from when we were in Manzanillo, Mexico at the beginning of September. I can also tell by right clicking on it and checking the properties that it was taken in September 2006 because it says so.

Whenever Adam is working on a building and the roof goes on it they have a roofing party. Adam attended said roofing party and was totally able to unwind. We had stress after our nuptials in regards to costs, almost all of our flowers were wrong, a crap photographer, a $250.00 cake that tasted like gum, the works so it was his first time out with ‘the boys’ so to speak since we’d been married.

He came home and started into his regular routine before he showers after work, he did not seem wasted to me at all, I was probably watching TV or playing Tiger Woods PGA for play station because that game does come out every September and we trade the old one in for the new one every year.

All of a sudden I heard heaving sounds in the bathroom and entered to find Adam in a similar position to the photo only conscious. First of all, in the three years we’d been together at that point I had never seen him sick from drinking and secondly I’d never seen anyone so sick from drinking. I am not good with barf and had no idea what to do. But I was determined to be good strong upstanding supportive wife. IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH. Even if it was self inflicted.

He barfed for so long I didn’t even know people could hold that much barf. It seemed never ending like in Team America World Police. I kept bringing him water but he was spilling it everywhere whilst trying to sit up and at that point could not keep it down and just kept crashing back into the toilet set; I tried to remove his pants to make him more comfortable but I couldn’t move much of his 170 pounds of dead weight. Once he stopped barfing because I couldn’t move him and couldn’t get him to drink any water meaning I couldn’t get any gravol into him either I just had to leave him there with the glass of water next to him and wait. I grabbed a face cloth and cleaned him up best I could and covered him with a towel so he wouldn’t be cold. I checked on him every fifteen minutes to half hour to make sure he was still breathing and not chocking or anything because he was still having barfing spells as well. It took almost four hours to get him to drink water and keep it down, and then drink water and keep a gravol down, remove his own pants and stagger to the couch to pass out until morning.

Through the whole thing I just remember thinking that it was insane for this to have happened only a month into our marriage and that we needed to come up with some kind of exit strategy or way for me to move him in case of a real emergency because I had already proven useless that night trying to move him until he sobered up a little. We have not devised any sort of plan up to this point we will just have to hope that I am the one that takes the first blow from the earth quake or whatever emergency befalls us.

HOLY where have I been? I just realized now that my header that I LOVE from Jenn who I also LOVE has Adam with beard and sans beard on it. Awesome. He changes his look so often I can hardly keep up and I married him.

On the weekend he was calling it his BIRTHDAY BEARD.

Last night after I had turned off the lamp and we were headed to REM sleep from the darkness I asked, “how long are you planning to keep that beard?” To which he replied that he would know when it was time to shave it. *he did say if it was bothering my lady bits he would shave it if I asked him to, how sweet*

His birthday was actually on Monday. We had a really full day, we did a lot of stuff, Adam gave me a birthday card that he had gotten for my birthday back in June but he wanted to see if he could wait till his to give it to me. Living with a mind as brilliant as his has its more bizarre moments indeed. Apparently the highlight for Adam was when I played catch with him. He had brought up two gloves and a ball from storage when I told him we were going to a game and I told him that I would go out and play with him but I don’t think he believed me knowing very well of my disdain for baseball. The smaller of the gloves was an exact fit having belonged to one of my SILs. I put the glove on and slammed the ball into it a few times while Adam told me the basics on how to catch the ball and where it should land in the glove and etc. I found this rather boring as we were on the couch and removed the glove to find my hand and fingers were black and I hadn’t even been playing for real or sweated in it yet.

On Monday I said lets go! The field across the street was closed for repair so we had to play in front of the high school that goes with the field because I wanted to play on grass. I was very worried about the windows of the classrooms but Adam said not to worry because it was double pained glass anyway. He showed me how to hold my first two fingers on the ball’s seams and where to place my thumb and I started throwing. Apparently I blew him away, I can totally throw. WHO KNEW! He said my accuracy was awesome and we had some serious fun. I hit no glass and no people walking by on the sidewalk. I did take my eye off the ball and lowered my glove for some stupid reason and took one of Adam’s throws in my right leg and it still hurts like a mofo but I will live and it was my fault for dropping my arm and not grabbing the ball along the way. Had I have sucked I am sure I would not have liked it but seeing as I was good and won the praises of my husband I will play catch with him whenever he wants now. It is a seriously good work out, my right bicep and my left quad and hip flexors are still sore but good sore, if only I could throw both handed my ass would be hard as a rock.

Adam told his dad and the guys he worked with that I ruled as well so he wasn’t just saying it to make me feel good. Wicked, another sports related activity we can do together!