Rapier's Wit

Everyone knows that when you are on a quest for improved health and, more specifically weight loss, you must reduce or totally eliminate empty calories.  Alcohol is a ginormous cavern of pointless consumption in regards to fueling the body.  On a side note, if you have not given up the booze, even a couple drinks a week, that could be stunting your endeavors to see smaller numbers on the scale and waist band size. With all of that being said, I bought a candy apple red martini shaker last year when Target had their holiday merchandise marked down to nearly nothing.  I couldn't resist it.  Like a beacon it beckoned to me.  Impulse buying at its finest and the justification that it cost as little as a 2-litre bottle of Diet Coke.  Since that purchase it has resided in a cupboard.  That is until recently.  After a super intense workout like Turbo Fire, it's necessary for me to refuel and hydrate.  Beachbody offers a great product called P90X R...

For no apparent reason my mid back aches, snakes up to my head and ears; turns south and makes my belly ache just ever so slightly. I'm not getting sick. However, I am tense for reasons unbeknownst to me and I can't help but feel something is amiss. It's going to be one of those days. You know what I'm talking about. Unless you're one of those people who claims they never ever feel like crap or just get the sensation that it's going to be a struggle.  Yeah, yeah. You can save the mind over matter speech.  Today, I am not buying it.  My Rissy senses are tingling and it's not due residual feelings brought on by seeing the UPS guy bending over yesterday. That's a welcome biochemical/physiological woooo dawgy! mind and body experience.  No, this is something all together different.  Today is a day of Murphy's Law. It's going to be rough out there, kids.  I will tread lightly.  It is truly a shame I do not possess Harry Potter's invisibility ...

It is the subject of a lot of yapping on Facebook: Glee's version of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.  If you read my post yesterday (of course you did), you're aware that I was disappointed in the casting of the show within the show. I'd given the writers a break by assuming it could have been due to a sub-plot story about censorship or decency.  If you watched the program then you know imposing a safety net on my judgment was correct.  There is no denying that letting a diva-esque girl fill the platforms of Tim Curry as Dr. Frank-N-Furter was a stretch.  My son, who has never seen the original, enjoyed the vocals.  He said he could have done without the ensemble of the patent leather bustier and knee high boots.  I'm still peeved that Magenta's solo in "The Time Warp" went to Quinn (Dianna Agron) rather than the more salacious Santana (Naya Rivera). Hands down she could have given the tune the deviant edge it requires.  Milquetoast has no place in Rock...

It's my day off and I have intentions of doing very little beyond my daily work out and viewing movies on Netflix.  Dinner is being made via the Crock Pot.  Man, what a lovely invention. Thank you Rival company!! Set on low is a pork loin with red potatoes and carrots.  With a little help from low-sodium/low-fat mushroom soup and a sprinkling of various seasoning, I hope for a nutritious and delightful meal by the time GLEE comes on tonight.  It's the Halloween episode where they reinvent "Rocky Horror Picture Show."  I'm a tad hesitant due to the previews that have circulated the Internet.  Quinn as Magenta bothers me.  Her rendition of "Time Warp" is so white bread that it is oozing Hellman's Mayonnaise.  Apparently, the sultry Santana also plays Magenta. They should have left that song up to her. I know! You're gasping that I've criticized my not-so-guilty pleasure show.  My favorite program in the last decade is under fire of my own cri...

The stories you see late at night while your hand infiltrates the confines of the Cheetos bag are true.  The results are genuine.  They come from hard work and dedication.  The subjects in the success stories are accessible. The trainers are available for real time chats.  BEACHBODY is the real deal, y'all.  How do I know? I'm one of those success stories (in the making). The people you see on the dvds are my social network friends.  The coaches who support members of Team Beachbody are also my support squadron. What can I do to help you become the next Beachbody success story? Beachbody Fitness sampler video

Once again it's all about me. Here's the link for the video down yonder just in case the embed doesn't work. Sorry if it feels like you're on a bumpy road while viewing this vlog entry.  Still without a tripod, I just extend my arm out and shoot.  Hey, at least I'm not making the infamous "duck face" then entire time.

I have been working too much.  That fact became glaringly obvious yesterday evening.  It's ridiculous that my son has suffered the consequences of the shortcomings of my work place and I have to fix it.  Tuesday brought me a day off. Finally.  I'd worked 8 days straight with the majority of those days keeping me away from home due to working until closing (9 PM). Mancub and I haven't spent much quantity or quality time together.  He sees that I am stressing.  He's not a selfish boy. He's compassionate and due to that, he has spared me any additional stress. Or so he thinks that is what he's doing.  But last night all that he's bottled up came to a head and he let out how much he hates his school and the kids that inhabit it.  He's a big kid, but a gentle giant. He's easily upset by rude remarks.  They know it and pick at him.  His efforts to ignore it are often futile.  The beasts know if they keep at him he will eventually displa...

Back in June 2010 you witnessed me blubbering over my weight loss success due to P90, Turbo Jam and Shakeology.  I'm back on track and it feels good.  What's better about it is that others are inspired by me.  Take a deep breath and swallow hard -- ME? An inspiration? A motivator? How freakin' awesome is that, huh?  And those comments fuel me to work hard to reach my goal of another 60 pounds off my body. Other than being a parent to a truly amazing child, helping others reach their goals is my passion! You won't hear me say this often, but get passionate with me!! bwahahahaha *snort* Seriously, now is a perfect time for anyone who has wanted to try Shakeology or P90x, Insanity or Turbo Fire and a variety of other dynamic and effective Beachbody products, but considered the price too steep. As a coach you get a phenomenal 25% discount.  Hit me up at Team Beachbody Coach MissRiss or just email me directly at wildhair65@gmail.com .Wait! It gets even gr...

Rather than being that little steam engine who chug-a-chug-a choo choos its way up the mountain and glides down when it reaches the other side, I blast full steam ahead into a new project.  What happens when you blow your wad of excitement and energy at the beginning of the race? You haven't anything left to finish it.  In school I was always great at sprints and hurdles in physical education.  It's surprising that ability never encouraged me to try out for the track team.  Long distance running was not my forte.  My life, in general, embraces a similar facet of junior high school P.E.  I get really passionate and excited about an endeavor only to not give a rat's ass about it just as I start to turn a corner.  There are literally three books and two audio books that were tapped into months ago and I've yet to finish them.  Short term goals and I get along famously. Another tid-bit about Miss Riss that I recognize is this: If progress isn't ap...

When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be . My mother's name was Mary. Whenever I heard this song as a kid I presumed everybody knew my mom was a great listener and giver of advice. As I grew up I realized that Paul was singing about a more widely known woman named Mary. The mother I spawned from passed away in June of 1981. Just when I was in dire need of matronly advice, she was gone due to the ravages of cancer. I was a confused teen on the cusp of finally being permitted to date. Sixteen was the age at which girls in our family were allowed to have a boyfriend. All I'd had were crazy crushes that were never realized due to the restrictions placed upon me. Still, having my mother tell me how to handle myself or get over the painful heartache of nonrecip...

General horrorscopes, in my opinion, are just lucky guesses or means to have something hopeful to hang on to for a 24 hour period.  Once in a blue moon the readers of the stars and planets get it right-ish. The Twittascopes from yesterday and today are in the ballpark of where my head (and heart) is residing: Yesterday - October 13: Even if you're certain about what you want, it's not easy to determine the most reliable way to get it. Your thoughts may become stuck on sweet pleasures that are hard to come by at this time. You might think that everything will ultimately be okay, but you're still challenged by your own insecurities and doubts about how to proceed in your pursuit of happiness. Don't be distracted by external circumstances now; seek joy from within instead. Today - October 14: The Sun's quintile with potent Pluto reminds you that nearly anything is possible with good planning and smart execution. Unfortunately, you can still run into problems...

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A little over a week ago I received a phone call at work.  The voice on the other end offered me a promotion.  Out of left field and in a flash I became a manager.  It's pretty stinking cool because in the past there were some hoops to jump through in order to obtain a higher position. However, the powers that be can and will change the rules when necessary.  And this time I benefited from such a decision.  What's really surprising to me is how quickly my mind and focus shifted from " time to make the donuts " mentality to " what am I going to do today that will strengthen our team ?"  What's even better is my overall sense of purpose.  Finally, it feels like I can make a difference. With more energy being exerted on my career, I am actually able to focus better on the home front and declutter my life both physically and spiritually.  Now more than ever there's an empowerment toward being a living, breathing Wonder Woman . I truly feel it wa...

I donated generously.  Now it is your turn, kids.  Don't just go to Boobiethon.com and gawk.  Ante up the dough for the delectable tidbits you gaze upon.  There's a story behind every underwire. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Every single person has been affected by cancer in some way. According to the American Cancer Society, about 1.3 million women will be diagnosed with breast cancer annually worldwide about 465,000 will die from the disease. . Now, skedaddle and look at the contributions. Please, if you figure out which set of bazongas are mine, don't tell. If you're unsure you can email me at wildhair65@gmail.com and I might give you a clue if you're clueless.