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Late 2009 through 2013 have got to be some of the darkest days of my life.

I hope that was my mid-life crisis because I do not wish to experience and feel like I did during those years ever again.

I broke.  I mean I broke like I never dreamed possible for me.

Since then I have been building my life up again, day by day, year by year.

I have worked really hard all in areas of my life.

The ole broken foot last year set me back in the health and fitness department, and I am unclear about how I can get that side going again as I head into tax season with a newbie and for some reason challenged helper.

That really concerns me.


This morning.  In this moment in time.  ALL IS RIGHT IN MY WORLD.

I did it.  I finally did it.  I got my Hey Dude license plates back!!

I have been trying to get those personalized license plates back since 2010!

My signature thing is – Dude.

Hang around me long enough and you too will be using the term frequently.

When I had the plates before, they made people happy and were conversation starters.

Complete strangers would walk by me and say – Hey Dude.  And I would be like – Hey Dude.

I remember a couple of times driving on the interstate and cars would pull up beside me giving me the thumbs up or rolling down their windows yelling – Hey Dude!!

Smiles and happy.

That is how I felt.

I had those plates at a high time in my life before, and now I have them back!

I worked very hard for those plates.

I deserve them.

And I will be enjoying them for the rest of my life.

Yep.  I am going to be in my 80’s or maybe even 90’s driving around with Hey Dude license plates on my vehicle.

Granted I will be driving 5 miles per hour and people will be yelling – Hey Dude Get Out of The Way!!!

But I will be hard of hearing and remembering the good old days as I flash them my thumbs up and big smile.






Wordless Wednesday: Today


There Was a Snake on My Path So I Had To Climb a Wall Instead

I have 16 days of the 30 day fitness challenge under my belt!

And if I wore a belt, I am pretty sure I would have to bring it in a notch.

I haven’t missed a day yet.

Woo. Hoo!!!

Today is day 17, and I’ll be getting my fitness groove on after work, which is really a class because I have Quickbooks training today and tomorrow…another woo hoo in my world!

My current stats, because big numbers is what keeps you going and oh so impressed with yourself….

Push-ups: 226

Squats: 635

Crunches: 806

Lunges: 397

Jumping Jacks: 30 (I kinda forgot about these self added ditties until now)

Cardio: 6 hours

Yoga: 30 minutes (I still need to work on this self added category).

This week I did another Great Falls hike after work one day.

Such a brilliant and much enjoyed move….until I met up with him…

Milk Snake

That is the first time I have seen a snake while out hiking.

Now I know they live out there, I just don’t want to see them.

My prayer whenever I go out hiking alone is: God, please keep me safe.

And by that I mean from both man and animal.

Being a female and going it alone, you have to be aware of your surroundings all the time for many reasons.

Well home boy was leisurely meandering right across the middle of my path on my way back.

Snakes wig me out, so I did what comes naturally and comically jogged in place knees lifting high as if I was trying to climb on top of something to get off the ground with arms wailing, while saying, OMG, OMG, what do I do, what do I do????

Well I didn’t wait around for an answer and took off running to the left of the path as he was on the right side.

As I ran pass he lifted his head to look back and watched me pass, all the while probably thinking….WTF lady?  You are in my house.

And I watched him turn his head thinking, HOLY CRAP… he’s going to strike out at me.

He didn’t and I ran far and wide for a good piece, as well as had the willies for the rest of the day.

Luckily it happened on my way back in, or else I most likely would have cut my hike short.

Now I know snakes live out there, I am only a fake blonde after all, it is just that I have been fortunate enough to never have seen one thus far in all my hikes.

More unfortunate news for me, now I am also aware that these dudes live out there too….the copperhead snake….

Copperhead in the grass

They are the only poisonous snakes in residence, and they apparently like lounging in the grass which you sometimes have to walk by to get to where you are going.

This one kinda gives me nightmares.  And if I see him, my hiking days might just be over.

So yesterday, I decided to switch gears and try out indoor rock climbing again.

Yes, perhaps I could fall and crack my head wide open.

But thank God I wouldn’t have to worry about snakes!!

It has been a couple of years since I last climbed so I was a little bit intimidated trying it out again, mostly because I showed up all by myself.

But once the harness was on, and I got the green light to go, my inner monkey came out and up three walls in a row I went.

First a 20 ft wall, then the instructor was like, dude that was way too easy for you, time to step it up.

Next, up a 40 ft wall that went from one wall, climb around a corner, and continuing to climb up another wall.

Instructor’s response, dude, we need to step it up again!

Up another, slightly more challenging 40 ft wall I climbed, and I did falter at the top a little this time, until he yelled KEEP GOING YOU ARE TOTALLY ROCKING THIS as he gave my rope a slight tug to give me the umpf I needed to complete the wall in style.

In my defense, it is kinda tiring not having someone else there with you to take a turn so you can recover before your next climb.

Note to self – get someone else jazzed about indoor rock climbing so they can go with you and give you a little down time in between climbs!!!

This is the second wall I climbed, and no, that’s not me.  I just wanted a little motivation saved on my phone to go back!

40ft climbing wall

All in all, it was the best way to end my weekend.

I faced a fear of showing up alone and trying something I hadn’t done in a couple of years, and rekindled my romance with indoor rock climbing.

It didn’t hurt that the young whipper snapper of an instructor only had two things to say to me after I was done…. (1) You are out of shape my ass and (2) You have absolutely no fear!!!  You. Rock.

The training that I am going to today and tomorrow for Quickbooks, just happens to be on the same side of town as the indoor rock climbing gym.

We get to wear casual attire to the class too, so if all goes well, I am getting at least one more climb in this week after class!!!

Then I might try my hand at hiking again at the end of the week.

This time my prayer will be: Dear God, please keep me safe, and Dude, I don’t wanna see any more freaking snakes!!!!

Climb That Goddamn Mountain

“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.”

This is SUCH a GREAT read!!

WOW, This is What Being in Your 40s Looks Like in My World!!

First, soaking in a sea salt bath really does right the wrongs of airbrush tanning mishaps.

Or perhaps it was a combination of that and exfoliating some more.

Either way, I am golden and I have baby soft skin.

Which was timely and great because yesterday, I had the *best* experience!

Drum roll please…..

Acro Yoga 1

Acro Yoga 2

Acrobatics Yoga!!!

I didn’t think to take pictures until the end.

Oh well, hopefully there will be more to come.

The workshop was three hours long, and I loved every minute of it.

Towards the end I did get a little fatigued because I was offering up my services to be the base for a couple of muscular dudes.

I was pretty impressed with how strong I am being that I am little and don’t lift weights or anything.

The last couple of runs though, mid-lifting, I was like, yeah, this so isn’t happening anymore, someone help him off, like now, or this is going to end badly for both of us!!!

As I added the photos to my facebook page, I saw other photos and I had a thought….

WOW, this is what being in your 40s looks like in my world!!


2 11 The Catch Close Up May 2013

3 Trapeze 2

4 3 Partner Yoga

5 Hold It Like You Mean It

6 10 Ready to Take Flight On My Tippy Tip Toes

7 We have Lift Off

8 Acro Yoga 1

9 Acro Yoga 2

Not bad for a dabbler, huh?

Just think what would happen if I got focused!!

I am so looking forward to my Aerial Yoga Teacher’s Training in early July.

And who knows, perhaps this is the way one becomes focused.

I am feeling pretty happy, and a little sore, but mostly Oh So Happy!!

Tune for the Post ~ Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall

A Moment of Truth

I don’t want to get old.

I know, it is inevitable

But I am not going to take it lying down, or sitting on a couch.

I’ve taken some steps recently to continue working on becoming the feistiest and spunkiest 100-year-old out there, should that day arrive, aka I make it that far.

Last weekend, a friend and I went for an awesome 3 mile hike at Great Falls. Soooo nice and soooo needed!

This weekend, weather permitting, a co-worker and I will be hiking Old Rag Mountain.

A ditty from the National Park Service site about Old Rag — Old Rag is Shenandoah’s most popular and most dangerous hike. The number of blogs and websites about this hike attests to its popularity. The number of search and rescue missions each year attests to its danger. There’s no doubt that the scramble is great fun and the views are spectacular.

Check out these photos….








They just take my breath away looking at them and I am a HUGE fan of the boulder scramble part!  I mean like big, BIG fan!!

Side note, all pictures are borrowed and were found by googling Old Rag Mountain images.

I went last year. By myself. And I did the nine mile hike and boulder scramble in 4 ½ hours start to finish.

Now that’s not going to beat the record of 1 hour and 23 minutes, but it is not too bad for someone who woke up one day and decided…..I need to prove to myself that I can do anything that I set my mind to if I want it bad enough.

This year I have a feeling it will take a bit long than 4 ½ hours.

(A) I am 43 now.

And (B) my co-worker is 55.

He’s an avid hiker, however he hikes not for speed, but for the experience.

I on the other hand, don’t like the heat and will be encouraging him to pick up the pace Bubba.

My boss also expressed interest, and he’s 55 too.

But I am not sure he has ever seen a let’s get this party started at the crack of dawn for real dude party before.

I only point out their age because when I am 55, 65, 75 and some more 5s after that, I want to still be active too.

So I am impressed.

Working on my present and future spunkiness and flexibility, I finally applied for the 200 hour yoga teacher training this morning.

It begins this fall. I am just waiting to hear back.

To keep myself entertained in the meantime, I am attending an acrobatic yoga workshop next weekend, and I have the Aerial Yoga Teacher training coming up in July.

And both of those make me go WOO HOO and WOW!!

The only drawback to all of this fun yoga is that the yoga studio is in Maryland.

But hey, I am willing to travel to make the dreams of my future 100-year-old self come true.  That’s how much I love her!

I hope your summer is full of life and adventures too!

Tune for the post ~ The Big Bang by Katy Tiz

PS ~ These are things I hope NOT to see while out at Old Rag Mountain….and it is a GOOD DAMN THING that I didn’t see these pictures last year when I headed out there by myself!!!





My Need for Speed Has Been Snuffed!

And I didn’t even get it out of 2nd!

Yesterday I was driving to work.

Not too much traffic, zipping here and there and I had a smile provoking thought that I have often…..I love the roar of my engine!

Now anyone who owns a sports car has to have had that thought.

I know because sports car owners seem to unconsciously greet each other, at least those who have a secret desire to see what their car can really do.

Engines get gracefully and gently revved, without even thinking, when another sports car drives by and catches your eye.

I have done it, and my car has evoked that in others.

It is kinda like the sports car owners version of Namasté.

For those who don’t know – Namasté is both a spoken Indian expression and a symbolic gesture that people use when greeting each other or in parting. Pronounced “na-ma-stay,” the term derives from Sanskrit and literally means “I bow to you.” It’s more commonly translated as “the divine light in me honors the divine light in you” or “the God within me greets the God within you.” Namasté is the recognition that we are all equal and share a common divinity. – Courtesy of The Chopra Center.

I got to work and lights were being installed in my area so I had to find something to do.

I sat down and read this….


And I un-expectantly came across an article entitled Need for Speed: The Night I Raced Away From DC’s Hellish Traffic by Christopher Shea.

To be honest, I thought it was going to be an article about a dude who moved away from the hustle and bustle of DC and escaped to a quiet life somewhere.

Instead it began….

The 140-horsepower engine in my little 1995 Acura Integra isn’t exactly roaring, but it is snarling nicely.  I’m coming out of the 90-degree right-hand turn onto a 2,900-foot straightaway at Summit Point Motorsports Park’s main track, my knee braced hard against the side door, body tense, pores emitting copious sweat.


My heart just skipped a beat.

Other snippets from the article that grabbed me…

I’m a manual-transmission snob, and yes – I do think I’m a pretty good driver.  But I’ve never done much more than take highway exit ramps kind of fast, or maybe sneak it up to 90 on a remote highway.

I’m also here because I suspect that hitting the track is something a lot of Washingtonians itch to do.  That our region is full of repressed drivers: people who only ever deploy their high-performance rides in stop-and-go traffic on the Beltway.  In Washington, we are forever in cars – yet we rarely really drive.

Suddenly there’s an overpowering engine note in the air, symphonic Wagner to my Acura’s kazoo, and I look up in the rearview mirror to find it filled with the leering face of a Porsche.  “We call it the red mist,” DVD says, and warns me not to get competitive.  I am distracted – he’s right.  But not by testosterone-fueled aggression.  It’s just that watching a Porsche glide through a fierce, arced turn is a beautiful sight.  “Breathe,” DVD says.  He’s full of these helpful reminders.

Get Out Of Gridlock!  Turn off your GPS, buckle up, and let your inner Jeff Gordon rip…at Summit Point Motorsports Park.

Hello, I’ve been looking for you Summit Point!

I cannot even begin to explain to you how excited I was for the next few hours.

I found a race track and I could finally see what my car could do!

One day.  I don’t have the money right now.  BUT I had the place, so I had a goal to focus on and work towards!

The author also shared how intimidating it was to show up and I couldn’t help but to think….dude, how would you like to be a petite, blonde highlighted FEMALE showing up to take that drive?

Hi guys.  I’d like to race my car, please and thank you.

Not only that, which instructor would be able to fit into my car with me?

In my grand visions, it was my hope that they would underestimate me, thus taking the pressure off since they wouldn’t be expecting much.  And then boom, I would *wow* them like I did in my motorcycle class with a…..Not too shabby for a little girl,  huh?

But since the author proved to himself that he was not as good of a driver as he thought he was, I am pretty sure that I would have driven away drawing the same conclusion.  But I would have happily driven away after having tried it!

However, it saddens my heart to say that I may not be able to experience this dream anywhere near as soon as I had hoped.

Alas, there was an unfortunate catch….spelled out on their website…in order to race your S2K (or other similar convertibles) on their track you had to have one of these….

S2000 After Market Roll Bar

An aftermarket roll bar installed in your car.

Hello $1,000+ in parts and labor upgrade to my car just to be able to race it that I wasn’t anticipating.

What a bummer!

I mean like BUM. MER.

But you know that roll bar, pretty cool.

Too bad my car needs the convertible top replaced in the next year or so also.  Another $1,300+ in parts and labor upgrade.

So that all adds up to $2,500 of work needed on my car to pay $250 for a day of racing it, and wow, my dream just keeps getting more and more expensive by the minute!

So thanks stupid magazine article for inspiring me to try something that I have wanted to do, and helping me to find out that I REALLY cannot afford it, but still clipped you out and have you in my Must Do Before I Die folder!

Cuz ya know, this could be me one day…


Although the yellow car #1 is a Solstice, but in my vision it is a S2K!!

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