Kaboom!

The World Spins Madly On…

Umm hello? Is anyone out there? Is it safe to come out? Are there any survivors? I heard buzz that the world was going to end @ 9:00 pm EST. Wait, are you telling me that the sunlight hours I spent leading up to dooms day were a waste?

I spent the day popping “fuck-it-all” pills, because the world was going to end at 9:00 PM sharp! I said to hell with cleaning my apartment, let the dishes pile up (more than usual) and decided the laundry could wait. I grubbed on more carbs than a stoner with a bad case of the munchies, decided working out was not necessary, and instead guzzled beer while straight bummin’ it by the pool all day (oiled-up with NO SPF!).

Now, here I am, in bed on Sunday morning trying to make sense of it all. On one hand, the world spins madly on, and I’m pretty stoked that I behaved like sloth (or “a total bitchin’ rock star from mars” depending on how you twist it.) On the other hand, I have to clean up the crime scenes that I created due to this false prediction. My gut is inflated a little more than usual this morning, I can see the angry mob of laundry that is pushing its way out of my closet, and when I roll out of bed, I will be greeted with a fierce mountain of dishes that need to be tackled in the kitchen...

Oh well...

Here's The Good News:

 I didn’t create any awkward situations by confessing my undying love for anyone, experiment with any methamphetamines, quit my job or liquefy my assets.

Welp, we’re alive, keep doin’ it Big!

So tonight I turned your station on just so I'd be understood...

...You're The DJ That Speaks To My Insomnia
and laughs at all i have to fear...

"Are you out there, can you hear this?

Jimmy Olson , Johnny Memphis

I was out here listening all the time

And though the static walls surround me

You were out there and you found me

I was out here listening all the time

And what's the future, who will choose it?

Politics of love and music

Underdogs who turn the tables

Indie versus major labels

There's so much to see through

Like our parents do more drugs than we do

Oh...."

-Dar Williams

Fearless Is The Goal...

Dream it. Show Up. Boom!

I ran quite often that year. My run around the Western Carolina Campus lasted for over an hour that night. I remember it particularly well…

 The word “fearless” echoed through my mind, almost as if it was booming through my headphones. A shooting star fell out of the sky to fuel my inspiration as I ran on… My thoughts were as forceful and intense as the stars luminating the humid night...

...No one can be fearless, can they?
Could I live with the absence of fear? 

Nah...

Scared shitless...
And so it is…
A work in progress…
fearless...

Socially Unacceptable Female

This weekend served its purpose of being entirely freeing. It was a little like an abstract work of art. Where some might just see chaos splashed all over the place, others may see perfection. My weekend was just that, all over the place and perfection. Sunday was low-key, mostly because my body needed to recuperate after the hell I put it through in the gym this week, and the poisoning it was exposed to Saturday night. If my liver could speak, she would say “fuck you, Kari for the ridiculous stunt you pulled on Saturday night!” I intoxicated my body with large doses of aspartame and vodka; in the form of “skinny bitches” (Skinny bitches are drinks, not females.)The concoction is a mix vodka and diet coke. Let’s just say I destroyed more “skinny bitches” than any socially acceptable female should. After my shenanigans on Saturday, the most activity my body saw Sunday was walking to my pool lounge chair, forcing my fatigued body to win a game of corn hole, then going to another pool across town, and sitting in another lounge chair.


This morning I have the privilege of feeling the bright, cool, crisp morning air while I sprawl out on the rooftop balcony of my apartment complex. My shoulders and quads are screaming from yet another sunrise workout that kicked my ass, nonetheless, I feel rejuvenated. Around me the orchestra of birds chirping, the train roaring, and traffic buzzing from the interstate inspire me for the week to come…

So here’s to turning your swag on, doing it big, getting your hands dirty, not settling, and definitely not being average! Turn up the volume this week!

It's Not Bona Fide Until You Scribble It

"So Many Words Tugging At the Back of My Tongue" -Ari Hest

The Things I Thought But Didn’t Say Last Week:

• Yes I can. I can do whatever the fuck I want.

• Thanks for always listening and telling me what I need to hear!

• OK...B.S. You did let me down... I am bummed.

• Dude, you are fucking off your rocker but hilarious!

• I'm not sure why I work so hard to please you...

• I appreciate your independence and dedication, I like your style.

• Your breath brings tears to my eyes.

• You have so much potential, I wish you would just live up to it, and quit living so recklessly.

• You, my friend, are an egotistical douche bag…

• Wow, you've got some serious swaaagg!

• You are an inspiration to me. I appreciate you, and hope you will continue to mentor me.

• I miss your face.

Welcome To My Circus

Blog # 1,
CrossFit Day 9

I started doing CrossFit a couple of weeks ago as a way to workout more consistently. With my hectic schedule the only consistent time available for me to work out is first thing in the morning.

Here’s the deal: I work at a gym, and I rarely workout there. After I’ve been in the gym all day long, the last thing I want to do is be there for another hour, so I’ve started working out 6:00 am doing CrossFit. Honestly, I don’t love the god awful roar of my alarm blaring every morning at 5:30 am, but I do love the feeling of accomplishment after I get my ass handed to me. I even love the feeling of being sore and knowing that I was challenged mentally and physically. Today’s workout involved a lot of pull-ups (There’s ALWAYS pull-ups), push presses and kettle bell swings. After 4 years of playing D1 softball and cursing my coach for making us do the am workouts, who would of thought, I’m willingly getting up when it’s dark to workout.

Moving on… Today the circus called "New Year's Resolutions" begins in the gym, and I have been the chosen ring leader. It’s the first Monday after New Year. It’s the day that discouraged faces will flood through the door, looking for solutions to their holiday weight gain and demanding answers to make the New Year’s resolution stick! I will fill you in on The New Year’s Madness tomorrow...

I’m going to try to start blogging each morning after my workout, before I begin the day. I promise the upcoming blogs will have more structure, and not be so scatter brained. For now, it’s time to get some coffee in me and shower. Hope your day is fab!