I want to explain these photos.

I promise I haven't gone into hibernation. 

I've been totally engrossed in developing the website I purchased from GoDaddy.com for JisforJudy.com and am in the process of becoming technologically talented with web design for PC/Mac/Mobile Phones/this TRS80. You don't know what that is? Fine fine, I'm old. Just say it.  Here's a pic of our family's first computer, the TRS80:

Not a joke, this bad boy required 3 days of  coding to enter a name in the address book.
Which was all computers were at the time,  a 100 lb. address book...
annnnd  occasionally to play Frogger on a floppy disk.

Not the point. 

Apologies.
I'm diligently organizing my site so that you'll enjoy not only the bloggity nonsense posted, but also for ease of access with any device! If I'm really lucky, JisforJudy.com ends up beautiful AND functionally fantastic. But I'm driving this bus, so you really never know.

So what photos were taken and why? Check it out! I have a new neighbor... Sussanah Dowell!

A site review, just for the ladies

I don't like to shop. It overwhelms me. A very non-girly thing about me. 

So, I only shop when I ABSOLUTELY have to for a big event. 

Weddings. Reunions. Military event #432, you name it!  When I actually do drag myself into a shopping center, I'm massively unhappy because what's on the rack is what everyone in the joint will be wearing (albeit, in 6 different colors) and in no way a reflection of my personality or style. Hooray for mass produced items that make us all clones! Disturbing. I want something unique, affordable, and that photographs well but here comes the big truth about that dress... I'M NEVER GOING TO WEAR IT AGAIN. I can lie to myself all day but I know that thing's getting shoved in the back of my closet never to return to daylight.

So. 

Solution.

FACEOFF, Part 2 (Wine Openers... and whatever it opened)

Wait, what? A wine opener?  Oh, you recall something about kale chips for Part 2? What's going on?

Look. It was kale. Friggin' kale. I don't know what I was thinking. I love the bejebus out of it... but writing about kale? I'd rather watch paint dry than read that garbage, and so would you. Shit, you're my readers you don't come here to be bored, and neither do I.
So.
What happened?
I had planned to not get my drink on tonight,  but wine opened. Clearly... you're not shocked. I'd suffered a two a day workout that exhausted and frustrated me. And my inner WINO broke through.

FACEOFF, Part 1 (The Watch)

DING DING DING

Rock Em’ Sock ‘Em for Running Watches.

Garmin 201 Forerunner VS. Garmin 10

First, look at this 201 Forerunner. It’s fucking gigantic.

 This person has a normal sized arm,  and no joke this thing goes up to my mid-forearm. I really feel like Data from Next Gen Star Trek. Bee Bop Boo Beep

And it's heavy. Look at this lady:

She's physically exhausted from wearing this wrist weight.
 She's crumpled to the ground. It's just become too much for her.
I get it, sister, I get it.

And the hits continue!

So... I had it out with a pair of old metal rings in a 1,000 degree, poorly ventilated Combat Training center on base today. I slipped off the rings hard attempting a ring muscle up after some kind of frog kicking/wild monkey swinging shit, blood all over my left hand and wrist and quietly cried on the floor. In front of maybe four men and my husband. Five men then. I found a first aid kit (as a wound care certified RN this archaic thing was a joke), crappily bandaged and wrapped my lame hand as best I could and proceeded to half ass a hero WOD. On an Air Force Base installation. I think that's actually illegal here....  half assing anything, and weeping with a quitter's mentality. I want to recap how I thought it would go based upon the previous day's skill work and consistent improvement: