February 10, 2012

7 1/2 Inches.....

February 10, 2012

..... a seam ripper, an accidentally not-threaded sewing machine (don't ask), and a bunch of foul language later......


Annnnnnnnddddd...... (Chevy Chase Christmas Vacation drum roll please)........

I Freaking Love Myself!  I pretty much rock in every fucking way imaginable.  Full stop.  Well.  Okay, I was too lazy to take off my bra.  Whatev.  And the glowing orb thingy?  I can only assume it is overflow from the brilliance that emanates off of me......

Oh, and a hamstring update.  I have a 5K in Myrtle Beach a week from today.  I will be there.  And I will run.   This shit is going to happen.  Mark my words!  Day before yesterday, I walk/ran 4 miles.  This morning, I made it to 1.7 mi straight running before I got paranoid and stopped to stretch and walk.  Decided I'd check on my Geocache since it is on my path.  You ever been Geocaching?  That shit's ridiculously addictive, on par with a 10-year-old and his Legos.  In a nutshell, this is Geocaching:

Couple years ago, Sarge and I hid our own little micro cache.  Some are as big as Army ammo cans, and even bigger.  And then there are little micro caches that can be as small as a shirt button.  Here's ours:

Oh, damn.  It's me again.  Because I am just THAT fuckawesome!  And I am totally not a peeping tom, I swear. It was 30 fucking degrees this morning.  

Yeah, the textured paint was totally my idea.  It makes for a really excellent night cache.  Night caching is the mutha fawkin' BOMB!

It's one of those $2 pill fob thingies painted with textured spray paint. 

Open the top, and viola!

Names of all the fuckawesome cachers who found my shit. 

So anyway.  Go Geocaching.  You should.  All the cool people are doing it.  Don't have kids?  Don't need 'em!  L'il Uns just get in the way of all the sweet caches hidden under bridges where homeless people live, and the caches you have to cross logs over rivers to get to. 

Oh, and to top it all off?  See, part of the game is being as inconspicuous as possible, especially with caches in public places.  Can you guess what they call non-cachers you must tiptoe around during a cache run?   Take a guess.  I'll wait.  

That's right. 


And no, I do not go caching with my replica Harry wand or my Time Turner necklace...or my Marauder's Map....although...now that I think about it.....

And what does any of this have to do with my dress? 
Absofuckinglutely nothing.  

But in case you forgot exactly how fuckawesome I am, 
here's one last pic of me to remind you

Happy Friday Freaks!


  1. Lovely dress

    definitely awesome

  2. You're awesome alright! Left me with one helluva smile sweet friend. (Hugs)Indigo


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