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Aug. 10th, 2009 07:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jessikastPretty much every time I've had to move since Saturday afternoon, I've had to say something like: F*&k sh!t goddamn son of a bitch.
This is because Saturday was sunny and lovely and I decided it would be an excellent idea to pull the weeds out of the garden along the front of the house. (Note: although I weed this earth on a semi-regular basis, I have not yet actually planted anything there.) And weeding is hard, y'all. Every muscle between my kneeds and my waist is stiff and sore.
And then I went swimming yesterday, which didn't help. I mean, the best thing to do when one's legs hurt is to put one's arms in the same state, amirite?
Anyway, given that the muscles currently aching are those used for things such as sitting and standing up and walking - well, hence the swearing. And it turns out that even though the shoes I'm wearing to work today aren't what I would call high heels (they're MAYBE an inch! If that!) it's enough to make my legs feel like I've just got off a horse.
(Which is weird. How can crouching and kneeling for an hour use the same muscles as horse riding? And now I come to think about it, would anyone be interested in organising a trek some weekend? Horses used to be my favourite thing in the WORLD. Although the idea of wearing jodphurs again makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.)*
Anyway, I think my point is this: gardening is painful. Little old ladies who do this are HARDCORE.
I spend most of yesterday systematically getting further and further into American Idol RPS. Like, I have NEVER watched the show, but I think I'll have to next season, just so I can skip reading the primers and watching youtube clips (and actally downloading the season finale, wtf?) and get straight into the fic. It was weird, actally - when I started watching the finale I went from "I have never believed more firmly in the impending collapse of our civilisation" to "Steve Martin on a banjo, wtf??" to "Actually, this is kind of cool! Also, I would hit Adam Lambert like the fist of an angry god!"
And then I felt a bit sad because I don't have any occasions to which I can wear eyeliner and glitter and platform boots.
I had a werid moment this morning when I was waiting for my mochacino (I figure that if I get out the door early enough that I have time to get one, then...well, it's a reward!) and there were all these seagulls hanging out over the carpark there, and it just made me happy, being all fresh and dawn and seagulls. I know that I really only live a couple of kms from the beach, but sometimes I really miss living right next to the sea. Not that I hardly ever went swimming or walking along the beach or anything. But I could have! And there were always seagulls.
*YES, I was one of those little girls who was horse mad and I had riding lessons and jodphurs and my own helmet and whip and I drew horses ALL THE TIME and I had Saddle Club books and National Velvet and My Friend Flicker and The Silver Brumby and Bow Down Shadrach and everything.
This is because Saturday was sunny and lovely and I decided it would be an excellent idea to pull the weeds out of the garden along the front of the house. (Note: although I weed this earth on a semi-regular basis, I have not yet actually planted anything there.) And weeding is hard, y'all. Every muscle between my kneeds and my waist is stiff and sore.
And then I went swimming yesterday, which didn't help. I mean, the best thing to do when one's legs hurt is to put one's arms in the same state, amirite?
Anyway, given that the muscles currently aching are those used for things such as sitting and standing up and walking - well, hence the swearing. And it turns out that even though the shoes I'm wearing to work today aren't what I would call high heels (they're MAYBE an inch! If that!) it's enough to make my legs feel like I've just got off a horse.
(Which is weird. How can crouching and kneeling for an hour use the same muscles as horse riding? And now I come to think about it, would anyone be interested in organising a trek some weekend? Horses used to be my favourite thing in the WORLD. Although the idea of wearing jodphurs again makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.)*
Anyway, I think my point is this: gardening is painful. Little old ladies who do this are HARDCORE.
I spend most of yesterday systematically getting further and further into American Idol RPS. Like, I have NEVER watched the show, but I think I'll have to next season, just so I can skip reading the primers and watching youtube clips (and actally downloading the season finale, wtf?) and get straight into the fic. It was weird, actally - when I started watching the finale I went from "I have never believed more firmly in the impending collapse of our civilisation" to "Steve Martin on a banjo, wtf??" to "Actually, this is kind of cool! Also, I would hit Adam Lambert like the fist of an angry god!"
And then I felt a bit sad because I don't have any occasions to which I can wear eyeliner and glitter and platform boots.
I had a werid moment this morning when I was waiting for my mochacino (I figure that if I get out the door early enough that I have time to get one, then...well, it's a reward!) and there were all these seagulls hanging out over the carpark there, and it just made me happy, being all fresh and dawn and seagulls. I know that I really only live a couple of kms from the beach, but sometimes I really miss living right next to the sea. Not that I hardly ever went swimming or walking along the beach or anything. But I could have! And there were always seagulls.
*YES, I was one of those little girls who was horse mad and I had riding lessons and jodphurs and my own helmet and whip and I drew horses ALL THE TIME and I had Saddle Club books and National Velvet and My Friend Flicker and The Silver Brumby and Bow Down Shadrach and everything.