Would somebody call the waaaaambulance?
Okay. I’ll be straight with you (aka me). Straight as the Strait of Gibralter.
I’ve been a whiner this week.
I have a great job, a tolerable job, and a new job that will lead to an even better job that is probably my vocation aka a step toward the life is good motto: do what you like, like what you do.
aside: I think it’s funny that a motto has a motto
aside from aside: “What’s a motto?” “Nothing. What’s a motto with you?”
Frankly, I have three jobs, none of which I hate.
Bratwurst-ly, I am a member of Trident CrossFit.
Let’s-take-it-up-to-Wagyu-steaks-ly, I have a family I love and who loves me back. And God loves me. Freaking God, the coolest and only Trinity ever, loves me, the coolest and only KT ever.
And what have I been doing? “Waaaaaa I’m tired.” “Waaaaaa I want to work out.” “Waaaaaa I don’t want to teux deux.” “Waaaaaa this coffee is so hard to grind.” “Waaaaa I don’t have the muscle-to-fat ratio of Christmas Abbott/Andrea Ager/Lindsey B. Smith.” “Waaaaaaa I’m tired.” “Waaaaaaaa I’m tired.” “Waaaaaaaa I’m tired.”
Things I’ve done to become BTIW:
1. no interference between blogging time and bed time yay!
2. shared my freshly-ground-the-minute-before-with-a-pint-of-elbow-grease coffee with workmates
3. spent more time working AIME math problems (so fun) than re-reading paleo recipes
4. convinced myself I was pretty for about ten minutes (eternity)