Too Scents of Summer

Coppertone
Chlorine
Ocean
Freshly cut grass
Fried chicken
Onion rings
Funnel cakes
Waffle cones

Basically, my custom scent would pretty much be “Boardwalk.” #classy

What is going on??

It’s 9:30am. I’ve been up since dawn. (okay, 6:45am) I’ve taken Sarcasmo to school. Ate steel cut oats with a splash of coconut milk. Pooped. Washed and FOLDED 2 loads of laundry. Emptied and reloaded the dishwasher. Ordered new school shoes for 12. Walked the dog. About to head to the gym. Oh, and I’m WRITING.

It’s like I’m in some alternate, horrible universe. Planet Productivia or some nonsense.

HELP ME, JESUS!

WHO STOLE MY SUMMER?

Welp, it’s over. DONE. *curses*

Today is Sarcasmo’s first day of school (junior year — God help me) so that means up early. Ass crack of dawn. Sleeping in is OVAH.

Actually, yesterday wasn’t a Kelly day either. Started off at the gas station getting Sarcasmo’s car (you read that right) inspected, then off to the godforsaken DMV for 2 hours, and finished off the day by cleaning the cat litter box. *sighs deeply*

But, back to WHERE DID MY SUMMER GO?  I mean, I have some vague memories of fun times. There was a trip to Mexico…2 trips to the beach…24 hours in NYC…countless hours at the pool (note to self — make appt to have sun barnacles blasted off at the dermo), the Frug’s bday, Sarcasmo’s bday…but.. but…

But…it’s freaking FALL. Stupid pumpkin spice nonsense is already out there. The @($&(&% Halloween candy is in stores already too!

I think I am just so scarred by last winter’s endless cold and monotony…can’t help but worry that I’m facing another frigid, carb-fueled, fat-loaded suckfest.

I am CHEERY today, folks!  Nonstop giggles.

 

It’s the Beginning of the End

…of summer! Just returned from out final beach trip of the season. We’ve had some chilly nights. Starbucks has announced it’s bringing back “pumpkin spice” season early this year. *scowls*

The only plus is getting my 2 favorite fall magazines!! The September InStyle and People StyleWatch!

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Frugal TP

Whoa. Toilet paper without the cardboard inner roll thingy. This is très frugal. And better for the environment surely?

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Namaste, Bitches.

Welp, I’m alive. I’ve been wrung out, drained of all water in my body. I literally drank 33.3 ounces of water during and I still haven’t peed!! (that was 4 hours ago — and no, I don’t believe in TMI)

For the uninitiated, Bikram yoga involves doing a series of 26 poses in a room heated to 105 degrees. It didn’t seem oppressively hot to me today but I suppose that b/c it’s summer. Walking into that room when it’s 30 degrees out?? Must be almost painful. So, here are the 26 postures (please note, #14 is “wind removing pose”):

So, the smell. I went into the room to “acclimate” before class started. I nearly turned around and left immediately. Wet dog. Sort of moldy. And the air was thick. I decided to stay (b/c frugal) and suck it up. Naturally, I was surrounded by the soon-to-be-sweaty men that I feared. The one to my right was a tall black god-like creature with sculpted muscles. Man to the left was a small, furry, woodland creature. I found him staring at me several times. LOOK AWAY.

Oh, btw, it’s a naked sort of activity. The men were in tight lycra looking shorts and no shirts. *shrieks* Women were wearing sports bras and tiny shorts. I wore a sports bra and running shorts, sans undies. There was a little net thingy for breathability. Ahem. The women’s outfits didn’t bother me. Maybe I’m a prude (HA!) but I don’t want to see looking at naked men’s furry chests. Then again, as I said, that dude to my right…

So, it begins and I’m instantly annoyed. Blahblahblahvashana pose and humming nonsense. Jaysus. And lots of exhaling. We’re trapped in this room and we’re consciously filling it with CO2. It’s a wonder we didn’t end up passing out due to lack of oxygen by the end of the 90 minutes. Yes, 90. This is one of the major reasons why I’m not doing this again. 90-freaking-minutes. A 60 minute class is bad enough. 90? Plus, the acclimating thing and peeing 3 times beforehand. Ugh. Too long. Literally dripping sweat from my entire body. My shins? Sweaty. Forearms too. Who knew forearms had sweat glands?? The poses themselves don’t look that hard, right?? My main difficulty was trying to hold onto my body parts with sweat-slicked hands. I had a tee shirt that I was using to try to mop up my sweat but it was futile. And the towel covering my yoga mat was drenched too. UGH. By the end, I was basically not even trying to do the poses — I was flailing my body around and sighing loudly, pretending it was the pretentious breathing nonsense.

Which brings me to another point. Yoga types act all free spirited and zen but they are snooty, competitive bitches. Killing themselves by contorting into some seriously effed up positions to a) impress the instructor and b) be braggy bitches. Overhead in the locker room: “Oh, you looked like you had such a good practice today” “Oh, thanks. I’ve been practicing for so long“…um, why do they call it a practice? JFC. Just DO it. Does that sound snotty to anyone else? Maybe my severe dehydration has made me extra bitchy? The poses and breathing all have sanskrit names — can you say pretentious in sanskrit? Ends in ends in -vashana I’m sure. *rolls eyes*

On a positive note, I didn’t shit my pants or anything. Nor did my fellow um, practicers. It smelled like sweat socks but not sweat. Thank you, Jesus. Nor did I smell any asparagus or taco meat…or whiskey… I am slightly surprised that my sweat wasn’t effervescent due to the amount of DC and sparkling wine I’ve been guzzling this summer. That might be refreshing, no? Sweat that fizzed a bit? Sort of a cooling sensation.

Yes, I am dehydrated. Spouting nonsensical stuff. At least I can tell the Frug I’m saving him the $250 I was planning on spending on the hot yoga groupon — it seemed like such a good deal! lol  #everFrugal

Prayers Needed

In an effort to break through a weight loss plateau, I’m about to head into a Bikram yoga class. 90 minutes in a room heated to about 105 degrees.

What if I die? What if I pass out? What if everyone smells??? I’ve done this one other time, a few years ago. The sights and smells have been difficult to erase from my memory. Think “sweat dripping from man balls”… No — really. People strip down to 70s length running shorts and revel in their sweatiness.

I’ve prepaid so canceling would NOT be frugal. Sigh.

This may be my last post.

Please enjoy this while I suffer:

 

Slacking Slacker

Who’s the crappiest blogger?? I AM! It’s not that I don’t have anything to say. I actually have a long list of topics, from travel to water parks to hot soccer players.

School is OUT. I’ve been to Mexico. Suffered a bad brow wax and a home dye job. Mama is bbbiiizzzzeeeeeeee. Lol

I shall do my best to get back to writing my personal brand of superficial nonsense. Soon.

In Case You’ve Ever Wondered…

…about our Depths of Frugality…or is it the Height of Frugality??

Anyway, wanted to share this with all of you…

Had to change the blade on my razor, again…and chuckled as I did so. Why? Because THIS is the brand I’ve been forced to use for a while now:

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Why, yes. It’s the “Shai” brand razor blade by Dorco. What? Never heard of this brand??? They’re from the city of “Frugal Bastard” in the country of “Hell.” Yes, they work as well as you may imagine. *applies band aid to shredded, yet still hairy leg*  They’re amazing in that you scrape and scrape over the same spot and yet the hair still remains!  Yahoo!

The Frug was a on a tear a while ago about how much razors cost and how frequently I changed the blades. “Cow, these Venus razors are “super premium” and you use a fresh blade once a week!” Yes, yes I do.Thanks perimenopause!  So, he did his super secret frugal research and came up with Dorco brand razors. Honestly. Dorco? I think even the Dollar Store rejects this brand. *I* reject it for the name alone.

If you want to read his rationale, please go check out his post. I’ll be over here bleeding out.