What Don't You Do?

Damn, what don’t you do?


The other day I was having a conversation with one of my TWEEPS. We were chatting back and forth talking about what we do and things we like. I had just finished talked about working full time, playing derby, and volunteering. His response was “Damn, what don’t you do?” My immediate response was “A Lot”. I thought about it for a minute. On the exterior it does look like I do a lot. I work in behavioral health most often more than my required 40 hours. I play roller derby when I’m not injured. I still volunteer for the Fire Department and currently help train the new volunteers. It keeps me busy. But here’s what I don’t do…

• Budget well

• Hell, budget at all

• Work out consistently

• Eat Healthy

• Finish whatever project I start

• Check my voicemail

• Call my mom enough

• Get up on time, ever

• Return movies/books/loaned items on time

• Think before I speak

• Talk about my feelings

• Do dishes on the regular

• Exfoliate

• Mail cards out on time. I sign them, address them, and put them in my work bag…I still have valentines cards in there. Oops

• Stick to any list I’ve ever made

• Remember peoples birthdays

• Prioritize. Anything

• Spel

• Use correct grammar? Use grammar correctly? Speak English Good

• Take medications according to directions

• Follow doctor’s orders

• Remember anyone’s birthday

• Clean out my fridge

• Plan ahead

There are probably several other things I can put on here but I don’t want to depress you, or me, for that matter. Truth be told its further proof that I am a three not a five.

A Review of Progress

It’s February, and as usual, I am reviewing last year’s resolutions and getting ready to make this year’s. Yes I do realize that I am over a month late but do you expect any less from me? Here is one of my resolutions from last year as seen on this very blog.




WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 30, 2009

My New Year's Resolution

Right now it is my goal to work on posting (at the very least) weekly on this blog. Wish me luck.

Posted by Alicia at 4:30 PM

And now for the count of blog posts in 2010……four, on this blog at least…two on my other. Regardless, I FAIL. And the thing is I can’t really come up with a reason for not keeping up. I have had plenty of blog fodder to write about. I just can’t seem to motivate myself to sit down and write about any of it. I am not really accountable to anyone but myself. But looking back on the year I have so many gems that I could write about such as:



• The puke and rally incident Florida

• Almost missing my plane in Florida

• My yearly performance review

• 48 hours of no sleep in Maine

• The HCG diet debacle

• Talladega trip (not limited to the flat tire, speeding ticket, and 28 hour drive with no sleep)

• New Year’s eve dinner

• Girls Night Out modeling experiencing

• New Year’s Eve at American Junkie

• And of course two months of being single = loads of trouble

Although it is quite ironic that the blog I started about being half assed has truly become half assed. But with the beginning of the New Year, comes new priorities and writing is one of them. I promise. On a scale of 1-5 I’d say a 3…

I'll take a C for Effort...

I am a lazy ass. I am trust me, this I know well. Ever since my shoulder started hurting in mid-December I have become more and more lazy with going to the gym. I know there are plenty of things I can do at the Gym that does not involve shoulder movement but still I’m not there. It’s been two weeks since I had surgery and here I sit typing about how lazy I am. In my head, I am a chiseled specimen running 6 miles every day and lifting 3 times a week. My body is lean and toned, nicely bronzed by the Arizona sun. In reality I’m sitting in my recliner with Mexican rice clinging to my boob from my freshly inhaled dinner (did I even taste it)? I try hard I promise. Maybe it’s the ADHD (isn’t it always?). I start off each day with every intention that THIS is the day it changes. I start off well, fruits for breakfast limited grains but by the time I lay my head down at night I am back to my same old lazy self. Today for instance, lunch time rolls around and I am so caught up in evaluations and prepping for my meeting that when my co-worker asks if I want Pete’s Fish and Chips for lunch I answer “yes” without even thinking. When the food arrives I’m instantly disgusted with myself for caving in but I eat it any way (remember I’m a 3, not stupid) and enjoy every bit of fried goodness. Another example of my ineptitude at movement; I have tried 3 times in the last two weeks to go to the gym. And by tried I mean thought about it, planned it out, dressed, and then didn’t go. THREE TIMES. I could blame it on my shoulder. I admit, it hurts like hell, a lot, so by the time the day is over I’m ready to call it a day and not do anything. But who does this. Here I am with all sorts of internal motivation looking supper hot (in my head) in my skimpy bikini frolicking in the ocean and instead of doing anything about I’m sitting in my recliner wearing work out pants, sports bra, tank top, and gym shoes…watching Dog the Bounty Hunter…eating this…

At least if Dog showed up at my door I would look like I actually work out. I’ll take that C for effort coach…