Yesterday I had a craving for blueberry muffins and decided to make a quick stop at Randall's to pick up my most cherished fruit. Upon checking out, I noticed that the pint o' blueberries I was about to purchase was moldy. Gross (no wonder they were cheap). Here's the conversation that ensued after my discovery.
Me: Uh, you know what? I'm not going to get the blueberries after all.
Cashier: Do you want the blueberries?
Me (perplexed b/c I just said that I didn't): No, they're actually moldy.
Cashier: So wait, you don't want these?
Me: No, I've decided to eliminate moldy fruit from my diet (I was honestly trying to get her to smile).
Cashier (w/a confused look and annoyed tone): M'am...do you want me to set these over here?
Me (for the love of God, I don't want the moldy blueberries...throw. them. away.): Sure. That works.
Man next in line winks at me. Someone gets it.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Unseen Life
Here's a little inspiration for anyone thinking about making a change! By Jen Lemen. Check her out here.
Monday, June 16, 2008
The Big #2!!
Although Aunt Eya erroneously sent Ben a Happy #1 Birthday card, she has since figured out that 24 months actually equals TWO years. Math, schmath.
All I can say is that he's either laughing at me in this picture or in complete shock that he's turning two tomorrow and not one. Where did the time go?!
Happy Birthday big guy...I love you! Bru Bru sends his wags and licks, too :)
All I can say is that he's either laughing at me in this picture or in complete shock that he's turning two tomorrow and not one. Where did the time go?!
Happy Birthday big guy...I love you! Bru Bru sends his wags and licks, too :)
Monday, June 9, 2008
The Final Countdown
UPDATE: The quick version.
Exam...over.
Couch, dresser, tv, bookshelves, bed...sold.
Stomach in knots...check.
(And the rest of my to-do list is lost somewhere among the mess!)
Exam...over.
Couch, dresser, tv, bookshelves, bed...sold.
Stomach in knots...check.
(And the rest of my to-do list is lost somewhere among the mess!)
Thursday, May 29, 2008
A Blog Break
is in order. After two months of waiting (including three lost transcripts - thanks NBCOT!), I finally have a date scheduled to take the national boards for OT.
June 6th. At noon.
Sheesh.
Therefore, I must hit the books with a bit more gusto and take a short hiatus from blogging.
And all I have to say is, "Oh. My. Gawd."
*Correction! The test has now been pushed back to the 7th! Unfortunately, there has been more lost paperwork by the Board. Oh, how I love the day-to-day suspense!
June 6th. At noon.
Sheesh.
Therefore, I must hit the books with a bit more gusto and take a short hiatus from blogging.
And all I have to say is, "Oh. My. Gawd."
*Correction! The test has now been pushed back to the 7th! Unfortunately, there has been more lost paperwork by the Board. Oh, how I love the day-to-day suspense!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
That's it!
My Tae Bo instructor has a rockin’ body. Lean, sculpted arms, a totally fat-free and lifted tush, tight abs (seriously - it's impossible NOT to notice). She’s also the mother of two little ones, which makes her level of fitness even MORE impressive.
So I asked her, “Is Tae Bo all you do to stay in such great shape?"
And she replied, “Yes! Tae Bo is AMAZING. I teach just six classes a week – that’s it!”
But then she paused and added, “Well, I also run. But only like 15 – 20 miles a week. That’s really it.”
Again, another brief pause.
“Actually, I swim and bike, too, but only once or twice a week. When possible, I like to compete in triathalons. But THAT’S IT.”
And I laughed. Her “that’s it” is A LOT ☺
Suddenly, I felt compelled to inquire about her diet.
“Do you follow a special diet?”
She responded, “I do!”
And with that, she led me to the women’s locker room to show me a poster on display describing all of the products by ARBONNE that she uses and even sells. High protein/low sugar shakes, Vitamin B energy drinks, appetite suppressing chocolates…
I smiled. She works really hard for her body. Her “that’s it” comments tell me that it doesn’t feel like work to her. But, truthfully, she’s dedicated a huge part of her life to staying fit and eating well.
This makes me happy. And hopeful. She's proof that working hard CAN and DOES pay off.
So, I bought a few of her products.
I can’t say there have been dramatic changes in my weight - because I rarely get on the scale, and who knows if I have lost fat or gained muscle. But, I can say this:
Yesterday, I did 50 push-ups. The hard way. And a month ago I could do only five.
And all I’ve been doing is working out everyday, running twice a week, avoiding sugar (but not eliminating it...check out yesterday's post!), limiting my alcohol consumption, using products by ARBONNE…
Um, yeah, that’s it.
So I asked her, “Is Tae Bo all you do to stay in such great shape?"
And she replied, “Yes! Tae Bo is AMAZING. I teach just six classes a week – that’s it!”
But then she paused and added, “Well, I also run. But only like 15 – 20 miles a week. That’s really it.”
Again, another brief pause.
“Actually, I swim and bike, too, but only once or twice a week. When possible, I like to compete in triathalons. But THAT’S IT.”
And I laughed. Her “that’s it” is A LOT ☺
Suddenly, I felt compelled to inquire about her diet.
“Do you follow a special diet?”
She responded, “I do!”
And with that, she led me to the women’s locker room to show me a poster on display describing all of the products by ARBONNE that she uses and even sells. High protein/low sugar shakes, Vitamin B energy drinks, appetite suppressing chocolates…
I smiled. She works really hard for her body. Her “that’s it” comments tell me that it doesn’t feel like work to her. But, truthfully, she’s dedicated a huge part of her life to staying fit and eating well.
This makes me happy. And hopeful. She's proof that working hard CAN and DOES pay off.
So, I bought a few of her products.
I can’t say there have been dramatic changes in my weight - because I rarely get on the scale, and who knows if I have lost fat or gained muscle. But, I can say this:
Yesterday, I did 50 push-ups. The hard way. And a month ago I could do only five.
And all I’ve been doing is working out everyday, running twice a week, avoiding sugar (but not eliminating it...check out yesterday's post!), limiting my alcohol consumption, using products by ARBONNE…
Um, yeah, that’s it.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
For all you procrastinators...
"I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different."
~Kurt Vonnegut
~Kurt Vonnegut
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thank you, Mr. Policeman
A man in Florida was ticketed for wearing a Speedo. Hallelujah.
Bad taste should be against the law, don't cha think?
(Exceptions to the rule? Matthew McConaughey. And that's about it.)
Click HERE to read the article.
Bad taste should be against the law, don't cha think?
(Exceptions to the rule? Matthew McConaughey. And that's about it.)
Click HERE to read the article.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Facing the Music
Yikes. This morning at the gym I actually paid a small fee to reveal what it is that I’m always trying to hide! I decided that it was time, for better or worse, to see just how much I weigh and what percentage of this weight is actually...fat. Not only that – my basal metabolic rate was calculated, my heart rate and blood pressure were assessed, and various body parts were measured. Oh boy.
I normally steer clear of machines and/or people that test this sort of stuff. Some things are better left unsaid. And some truths are better left untold. Right?!
But, the themes in my life these days center around change and acceptance (wait, isn’t that contradictory?!). Regardless, according to #11 of the Fundamental Truths, fear is the only obstacle to change. So, what exactly is it that I’m afraid of? Afraid of being too fat? Maybe. Afraid of not being healthy? Possibly. Afraid of not being perfect? Definitely.
Lying next to me is a computer print out of everything that is wonderfully not perfect about me.
And I accept that ;)
I normally steer clear of machines and/or people that test this sort of stuff. Some things are better left unsaid. And some truths are better left untold. Right?!
But, the themes in my life these days center around change and acceptance (wait, isn’t that contradictory?!). Regardless, according to #11 of the Fundamental Truths, fear is the only obstacle to change. So, what exactly is it that I’m afraid of? Afraid of being too fat? Maybe. Afraid of not being healthy? Possibly. Afraid of not being perfect? Definitely.
Lying next to me is a computer print out of everything that is wonderfully not perfect about me.
And I accept that ;)
Thursday, May 1, 2008
The Fundamental Truths
In preparation for moving, I cleaned out my files yesterday and discovered the following list (I’ve been finding all sorts of hidden treasures). Yes, it’s a little self-helpish, but it’s also poignant and means more to me now than it ever did.
Fundamental Truths
1. The only person you can change is you (thank goodness, ‘cuz I’m a lot of work).
2. The only problem you will have in a given day is you (this one is debatable!).
3. Today is the only day you have (then what am I doing blogging right now?).
4. You can’t change the past (wouldn’t want to).
5. The key to happiness is how much you value yourself (my personal fav).
6. The only way you value yourself is by the repetition of healthy behaviors (bring it on tae bo...I’ll see you this afternoon).
7. Nothing outside yourself will bring you happiness - only joy (although Brutus’ kisses, a class of fine red wine, and Dove chocolate walk the fine line).
8. Have expectations of yourself and not of others (still learning this one).
9. Love of others can only happen if self-love is present (I heart me!).
10. The driving force behind every human being is the sense of feeling that you are loved (‘every human being’ might be a stretch – or have I been watching too many shows like 48 Hours?)
11. Fear is the only obstacle to change (so feel the fear and do it anyway!).
Fundamental Truths
1. The only person you can change is you (thank goodness, ‘cuz I’m a lot of work).
2. The only problem you will have in a given day is you (this one is debatable!).
3. Today is the only day you have (then what am I doing blogging right now?).
4. You can’t change the past (wouldn’t want to).
5. The key to happiness is how much you value yourself (my personal fav).
6. The only way you value yourself is by the repetition of healthy behaviors (bring it on tae bo...I’ll see you this afternoon).
7. Nothing outside yourself will bring you happiness - only joy (although Brutus’ kisses, a class of fine red wine, and Dove chocolate walk the fine line).
8. Have expectations of yourself and not of others (still learning this one).
9. Love of others can only happen if self-love is present (I heart me!).
10. The driving force behind every human being is the sense of feeling that you are loved (‘every human being’ might be a stretch – or have I been watching too many shows like 48 Hours?)
11. Fear is the only obstacle to change (so feel the fear and do it anyway!).
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Awe...shucks.
Sadly, my days of stealing wireless internet are over. I was online last week and suddenly was prompted to enter a password. What? Huh? NOOOOO!!!! I don't know how my neighbor figured it out...or why it took him or her this long (my thieving has lasted over a year), but gosh dang it, why now? And in the midst of all my research, no less!!
I am now spending my days across the island at a local coffee shop. I called the cable company to inquire about installation, and it turns out that a daily Pellegrino or iced coffee is a much less expensive alternative - given my impending move.
So, to my neighbor that I don't know, I am truly ashamed. But hugs and snaps to you...for the months and months of free internet access. You were a life saver ;)
I am now spending my days across the island at a local coffee shop. I called the cable company to inquire about installation, and it turns out that a daily Pellegrino or iced coffee is a much less expensive alternative - given my impending move.
So, to my neighbor that I don't know, I am truly ashamed. But hugs and snaps to you...for the months and months of free internet access. You were a life saver ;)
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Galveston men - alcohol = a brand new city to move. Maybe.
Gabby and I decided that we needed a night out on-the-town. She left her boyfriend at home to cry over the Rocket's loss to the Utah Jazz, and I left...Brutus. Neither one of us was in the mood to drink more than a glass or two of wine, and ironically, this made for one helluva night. Today, while we were rehashing the absurdities of our evening, Gab proclaimed, "There was something funky goin' on in the air last night!" Yes, I believe so.
We glammed up at her place beforehand. I donned a new strapless and fabulous tank from ha.ba's, and she rocked it out in a simple black dress. We left for Murphy's Pub having no idea how much attention our little get-ups would attract.
First up - Damien. Damien had just been arrested. As in 15 minutes prior to sitting down with us. (By the way, we did not invite him to sit with us. Nor, did we invite ANY of the men to join us at our table. And yet, they came, they sat, and they stayed...probably because we never asked them to leave.) But, back to poor Damien who had a penchant for winking and telling me that I was beautiful. This was funny and ridiculous for two reasons: a) he was like 17-years-old (tops), and b) spit flew out of his mouth each time he said it. Thankfully, the police and a 6'10" 420 lbs. bouncer came and escorted Damien away from our table and out of the bar.
Next, we met Tim and James. Tim was 50ish, owned a Harley, resembled Willie Nelson, and had a knack for pleasant, light hearted chitchat. UNTIL he mentioned that he once dressed up in crotch-less panties and wore Stelleto heels while getting "kinky" with a woman he met at a Pimp and Whore party (and that's the edited version). Um, buh-bye Tim.
(Talking to James was about as interesting as pressing snooze on my alarm clock).
Which brings me to Frankie. Right off the bat you know he's trouble with a name like Frankie (which is sort of like Billy). Frank - fine. Bill - respectable. But adding an "ie" to the end of these names is cause for alarm. Frankie stopped me while I was returning from the restroom. He leaned in and said, "There are two parts that I love on a woman's body. One of them being her collar bone. Ooooh, I want to lick and kiss your collar bone."
Yes, he really did say that.
I smiled and laughed. And I was genuinely laughing - at him. I walked away wondering, "What is it about my face or demeanor that says this is a reasonable and appropriate thing to say to me?" We immediately left the bar.
Surprisingly, sobriety did not bring us home. Instead, we decided to hop on over to another g-town fav of ours, Tsunami.
As Gab went up to the bar to get us water, CJ slid across the bench to introduce himself to me. I'll admit that his current status as a 3rd year med student intrigued me; but, his overuse of the words conundrum and fortuitous (yes, I counted) abated any sparks of my interest. That, and his hand waving, slight lisp, and my overwhelming suspicion that he secretly wished I was a Ray. Or a John. Or a Matt. You get the point. He did, however, bring with him Jeremy.
Our conversation was brief, but all signs indicated that Jeremy was/is normal. Relatively speaking, of course. He's a doctor interested in internal medicine and moving to the Bay Area in CA next month. He also grew up in upstate NY and went to college in VA.
Coincidences? Sure. A sign pointing to where I should head next? Hmmmm...
We glammed up at her place beforehand. I donned a new strapless and fabulous tank from ha.ba's, and she rocked it out in a simple black dress. We left for Murphy's Pub having no idea how much attention our little get-ups would attract.
First up - Damien. Damien had just been arrested. As in 15 minutes prior to sitting down with us. (By the way, we did not invite him to sit with us. Nor, did we invite ANY of the men to join us at our table. And yet, they came, they sat, and they stayed...probably because we never asked them to leave.) But, back to poor Damien who had a penchant for winking and telling me that I was beautiful. This was funny and ridiculous for two reasons: a) he was like 17-years-old (tops), and b) spit flew out of his mouth each time he said it. Thankfully, the police and a 6'10" 420 lbs. bouncer came and escorted Damien away from our table and out of the bar.
Next, we met Tim and James. Tim was 50ish, owned a Harley, resembled Willie Nelson, and had a knack for pleasant, light hearted chitchat. UNTIL he mentioned that he once dressed up in crotch-less panties and wore Stelleto heels while getting "kinky" with a woman he met at a Pimp and Whore party (and that's the edited version). Um, buh-bye Tim.
(Talking to James was about as interesting as pressing snooze on my alarm clock).
Which brings me to Frankie. Right off the bat you know he's trouble with a name like Frankie (which is sort of like Billy). Frank - fine. Bill - respectable. But adding an "ie" to the end of these names is cause for alarm. Frankie stopped me while I was returning from the restroom. He leaned in and said, "There are two parts that I love on a woman's body. One of them being her collar bone. Ooooh, I want to lick and kiss your collar bone."
Yes, he really did say that.
I smiled and laughed. And I was genuinely laughing - at him. I walked away wondering, "What is it about my face or demeanor that says this is a reasonable and appropriate thing to say to me?" We immediately left the bar.
Surprisingly, sobriety did not bring us home. Instead, we decided to hop on over to another g-town fav of ours, Tsunami.
As Gab went up to the bar to get us water, CJ slid across the bench to introduce himself to me. I'll admit that his current status as a 3rd year med student intrigued me; but, his overuse of the words conundrum and fortuitous (yes, I counted) abated any sparks of my interest. That, and his hand waving, slight lisp, and my overwhelming suspicion that he secretly wished I was a Ray. Or a John. Or a Matt. You get the point. He did, however, bring with him Jeremy.
Our conversation was brief, but all signs indicated that Jeremy was/is normal. Relatively speaking, of course. He's a doctor interested in internal medicine and moving to the Bay Area in CA next month. He also grew up in upstate NY and went to college in VA.
Coincidences? Sure. A sign pointing to where I should head next? Hmmmm...
Friday, April 18, 2008
Believe it to achieve it!!
Okay, so the title of this post is more than a little corny. But it's so true! I'm not too proud to admit that I've been a fan of the Biggest Loser for years. Unfortunately, I was not able to watch this past season, but came across this clip of the winner on msnbc. If you're in need of some inspiration - not only to get off your rump and exercise, but to go after whatever it is you want in life - then listen to this!!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I'd like some order with a side of routine, please!
Working from your home has its perks. Two of which include a) limited interruptions and b) the use of my own toilet. But, it also has its challenges if you're a person prone to wasting time, which unfortunately, I am. Wait, wasting time sounds harsh and irresponsible - filling my time with enjoyable activities that are not work related is perhaps closer to the truth ;) Yesterday I decided that in order to complete the seemingly staggering amount of work I have before me, I must impose structure onto my day. I must create and follow a schedule, make and meet deadlines, and exercise a little self-discipline and stick-to-itiveness.
I can do this. Right?! My "true" nature might suggest otherwise. Have you heard of the Myers-Briggs personality test? If you have, then you can understand how difficult this is for a "P"!! If you haven't, then click here to take an abridged version of the exam. It's fun. But, I digress...
Back to adding structure to my day. I decided to join a gym that offers group classes. Specifically, I'm interested in Pilates and spinning classes ('cuz pretty soon it will be too hot to run along the Seawall and I need me some cardio). Yesterday, I attended my first Pilates class. I had assumed that with all of my yoga experience, this would be a breeze.
How wrong of me to assume. Pilates is soooo not breezy.
Today, as I type this, there is a tightness in my abdomen that is worrisome. And surprising. When did this happen? I mean, when did all of my core strength disappear? Better yet, did I ever really have any? Running has clearly tricked me into thinking I am stronger than I truly am. I spent most of the class in hysterics. (I have a bizarre tendency to laugh when I'm in extreme pain. But, forty-five minutes into the class, we ALL were cracking up - thank you very much).
No worries, though. I'm not someone who gives up easily . I WILL spin this evening. And I WILL get a lot "checked" off my daily to-do list before class.
(Hmmm...encouraging statements or actual facts?!!?)
I can do this. Right?! My "true" nature might suggest otherwise. Have you heard of the Myers-Briggs personality test? If you have, then you can understand how difficult this is for a "P"!! If you haven't, then click here to take an abridged version of the exam. It's fun. But, I digress...
Back to adding structure to my day. I decided to join a gym that offers group classes. Specifically, I'm interested in Pilates and spinning classes ('cuz pretty soon it will be too hot to run along the Seawall and I need me some cardio). Yesterday, I attended my first Pilates class. I had assumed that with all of my yoga experience, this would be a breeze.
How wrong of me to assume. Pilates is soooo not breezy.
Today, as I type this, there is a tightness in my abdomen that is worrisome. And surprising. When did this happen? I mean, when did all of my core strength disappear? Better yet, did I ever really have any? Running has clearly tricked me into thinking I am stronger than I truly am. I spent most of the class in hysterics. (I have a bizarre tendency to laugh when I'm in extreme pain. But, forty-five minutes into the class, we ALL were cracking up - thank you very much).
No worries, though. I'm not someone who gives up easily . I WILL spin this evening. And I WILL get a lot "checked" off my daily to-do list before class.
(Hmmm...encouraging statements or actual facts?!!?)
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