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I see that I have two new followers and a bunch of other nosey friends that want to see how entertaining my life really is.  I welcome you all to my blog!

In a nutshell I am a 37 year old women soon to be 38 years old, with three young children, part-time stay at home mom, part time employee at ESPN, spin instructor, wife, I'm hormonal, I'm a sugar addict, I am trying to lose weight, I am training for two half ironman races this summer and I'm trying to live my life the way I want to with all of the above interfering.  I have a pinched nerve in my ass that bothers me, I'm semi-stressed with life in general because I take on too much but most of all I love everything that I do.  Therefore as my husband would say "You bring this all upon yourself!" and he's right.  Why sit home on my "pinched nerve" ass and do nothing with my life.  That is way too boring.

Today was an extremelly interesting day.  It is my father's 65th birthday and we lost him back in August.  Now mind you, I do not dwell on his passing and instead think how happy he is living in his painfree world.  I would not be selfish and want him to live among us anymore being miserable and uncomfortable.  It's truly not fair.  He is in a much better place.

My relationship with my father was different.  There was no lovey dovey going on or any schmoopy chats growing up.  He was hard core and the apple does not fall far from the tree.  I'm pretty hard core myself.  My parents divorced when I was 5 years old so that just makes things that more interesting growing up. 

Anyways, after my workout at the gym (:20 work with :10 rest 8X's each of squats, pushups, lunges, situps followed by 450 yard swim for time = 8:28) I headed over to the bike shop in Canton to drop off my road bike for a tuneup.  With the shitty rain falling down I really wanted to go home instead but I had my bike in the back of the car and I was on a mission.  Dropped off bike and Roxy proceeds to be obnoxious in the store and starts crying and making a scene.  Now I'm embarrassed and really pissed off.  Back in the car to head to the center of Burlington to see Dad at the Burlington Cemetery.  I'm yelling at Roxy in the car and tears start streaming down my face.  I'm totally pissed off at her and sad because of what today is.  We go to the center of town and I hit the florist to buy a mylar balloon to put at his grave.  $5 fucking dollars for one damn balloon.  That is robbery!  I could hit the dollar store and buy 5 god damn balloons.  Are you kidding me???  I proceeded to give her the $5 and went on my merry way without arguing.  I head up to the cemetery in the pouring rain and I see another balloon that was left there today that was beaten down by the rain along with a cup of coffee.  My dad loved his coffee.  I just assumed my sister was there.  I tie up the balloon and instantly the rain beats it down.  Damn rainy day!  I say a few words, start to cry and head back into the car.  Roxy instantly asks why am I crying with my eyes.  It was kind of funny when she said it that way.  I tell her that I'm sad that Grandpa Eddie is gone and I cannot see him anymore.  Out comes the million and one questions about why I'm sad, why was he sick, why is he in heaven, why do I miss him, how come he was sick and why is he not home.  Now I'm answering all these questions and a few seconds later the back seat gets real quiet.  I turn around and she just starts balling her eyes out.  "I miss my daddy!".  I felt so bad for her but chuckled a bit too.  I told her daddy was at work and will be home for supper.  Let's just say that she was very sad all afternoon until nap time when she finally slept it off.

At this point I'm just an emotional mess!  I had a good morning, cried a bit, I'm okay again, cried some more and okay Stacia pull your shit together and knock it off.  And here I am!

After nap, cleaning Trinity's bedroom and changing bed sheets, folding laundry, packing lunches for school tomorrow, getting everybody off the bus, feeding the rabbits, homework, snack time, play time and work time on the computer, the whole family is in the car heading to the gym for WOD #2

WOD #2 was class tonight.  I had no goal in mind but we climbed a hill for an hour.  It was fun and the class flew by.  I like those kind of classes. 

Now it is bedtime.  Trinity is still doing some homework and getting frustrated, just like her mother would be, and the cats are climbing all over me begging to be fed.  I guess there will be no TV time tonight because it is already 8:30 p.m. and I'm ready to hit the sack.  Work tomorrow and sitting for 10 hours.  Boy my ass will love that....NOT!