It's funny that days, sometimes weeks go by and I don't blog anything. And every day I open up six windows on my computer - myspace, hotmail, sparkpeople.com, bofa.com, blogger, and MJC - as my home pages. Some pages get closed right away. Dismissed away for another day.
Myspace is usually my first stop tied with hotmail. Gotta check all my emails and 'important' messages and comments. I always check these. Everyday. Often.
Sparkpeople used to be the place I went every day to track my exercise and/or food. I've really not used it in three months. I've eaten right (and I've eaten wrong) and I've sweated thousands of calories away. But at some point enough is enough. I just don't have the desire to report all of it anymore. I haven't lost any weight though I've noticed more tone. I got a health assessment at my new job (one of those perks). I'm 39% fat which for those of you who want to know, equals 74 lbs of fat. That is not okay. I have no idea what the fat percentage was before I started my healthier living but, well, frankly in six months at my next assessment it better be lower!!!
MJC's site is a constant reminder that I should (depending on where I'm at in the school year/semester): check for new assignments on the blackboard, sign up for classes, check my grades, see what books I'll need, etc. I haven't signed up yet for the upcoming semester but I need to, I really do!
Bank of America - I have that for checking my balance. I don't do it everyday anymore since the bank sends me daily emails. Suppose I should remove that one.
And last and for some reason, least. My blogger sign in. I think I need inspiration or something. I definitely can't blog everyday. I have friends that do so usually when I see my blog home page that prompts me to look at theirs instead! I love reading about their stuff more than writing about my own. I think that some of my stuff is pretty funny and/or interesting but for some reason I don't always feel like writing it down. Honestly I think people would be exhausted if they read about everything that I do.
So never fear, sooner or later I'll get into a groove of writing fantastic accounts of life's happenings!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
It's been so long...
For the past 8 days I've been housesitting in the country and well, their internet is spotty. I'm actually pirating from another house (down the street I presume) so shhh... don't tell.
I've been wanting to blog about it. Tell the world how fun it was for the first two or three days. On the third day, I had to go to the doctor because of my crazy sinus/upper respiratory infection. Go antibiotics! That reminds me, gotta take the latest dose...
Okay - back to the bloggin' - Then I started to get a little stir crazy which ended after I realized they have a ton of movies I haven't seen. Yes!
And, on about day 5 when I had a bit of a panic attack thinking....what if I have a freak accident and die? {hey it could happen.} I better make sure I check in with someone every day.
Today is day 8. I've gotten into quite a routine. The dogs stay in the kennel until I'm ready to play with/feed/swim with them. I've learned you have to keep the doggies separate until they've finished eating or else the older one doesn't have a chance. Aren't they cute?
That brings us to the pool. I'm not a big swimmer and I don't like to swim alone (again - freak accident??). Call me crazy if you want. I don't care. Yesterday I got my feet wet, literally, and today I went all in with my friend Cay.
So tomorrow the landscaping crew is here pretty much all day so I'll take care of changing out the guinea pigs' bedding (oh yeah - there's guinea pigs), refilling the hummingbird feeder, water all the house plants, get some laundry done and generally watch for the exact moment I can let the dogs out so that they can play before I have to leave at 6:30 pm for a meeting.
I've been wanting to blog about it. Tell the world how fun it was for the first two or three days. On the third day, I had to go to the doctor because of my crazy sinus/upper respiratory infection. Go antibiotics! That reminds me, gotta take the latest dose...
Okay - back to the bloggin' - Then I started to get a little stir crazy which ended after I realized they have a ton of movies I haven't seen. Yes!
And, on about day 5 when I had a bit of a panic attack thinking....what if I have a freak accident and die? {hey it could happen.} I better make sure I check in with someone every day.
Today is day 8. I've gotten into quite a routine. The dogs stay in the kennel until I'm ready to play with/feed/swim with them. I've learned you have to keep the doggies separate until they've finished eating or else the older one doesn't have a chance. Aren't they cute?
That brings us to the pool. I'm not a big swimmer and I don't like to swim alone (again - freak accident??). Call me crazy if you want. I don't care. Yesterday I got my feet wet, literally, and today I went all in with my friend Cay.
So tomorrow the landscaping crew is here pretty much all day so I'll take care of changing out the guinea pigs' bedding (oh yeah - there's guinea pigs), refilling the hummingbird feeder, water all the house plants, get some laundry done and generally watch for the exact moment I can let the dogs out so that they can play before I have to leave at 6:30 pm for a meeting.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Miss Sarah
I have a lot of free time on my hands right now aside from applying here and interviewing there, so I thought I'd show everyone how cute Miss Sarah is. My sister and I took her in when my friend Allie couldn't keep her due to an cute, yet allergic, new baby.
We call her Sarah, Sarahbug, Boo, Bug; you get the idea. I got some pretty cute pics today.
Here, she's sitting on my lap hoping that I pet her again soon.
Yes, of course I did.
Then, we moved to the floor...
She loves the puffy, shiny blue ball.
Then, she had to pause to clean herself.
She gives Gene Simmons a run for his money let me tell ya.
This is my favorite pic. It's this look that forgives all of the play scratches, the mews in the middle of the night for no apparent reason and knocking over the things on top of the tv stand.
Friday, May 30, 2008
The significance of a box
I've been putting off writing on this blog for a while, partly because I was waiting for May to be over so I could update my 2008 promises for the last two months at once. And, partly because I couldn't think of anything significant to write about (minus the wedding).
Well, something significant happened 8 days ago. Looking back I should have seen it coming. The company I worked for is struggling significantly with sales and this economy isn't helping. My job consisted of helping the sales team and buying the product for them once they sold it. Due to circumstances way beyond my control, there wasn't much to help with and definitely not much to buy. So, they decided to cut my job along with five others. I know it wasn't an easy decision for them and I have my own opinions about the whole thing - but needless to say, I'm out of a job.
I'm still sort of in shock about it. Only one other person was in the office when I left since they let one other girl go earlier in the day and everyone else was out. I grabbed a box and slowly gathered all of my belongings: the red faux tulips that brightened my desk given to me by a friend for my birthday last year, my memo board with all of my pictures of friends and family tacked on, my framed photo of my sister and of course some random stuff I had tucked away - lotion, chapstick, etc.. Almost 2 1/2 years of stuff removed just like that. I turned off the light in my office and said good-bye.
The crappy part is I was really good at that job and I loved it. I loved the people I worked with and the vendors that became friends. It sucks.
So now I'm one of the many thousands of people looking for a new job. And although I don't mind this sleeping in thing, I'd much rather be working. Just today I got a call about an interview next week so I'm pretty excited to see some hope.
For now, the box sits on my bedroom floor. I don't really feel like dealing with what's in it. I'm hoping to move those things into a new work space pretty soon. But for now, it sits there reminding me of a day that I really would just rather forget.
I'm taking this time to get things done that I wouldn't necessarily have been able to do - clear out old clothes from the closet, get things filed away that have piled up on the desk, finish another book or two, watch some movies I haven't seen, and I was able to attend a graduation ceremony for one of my best friends.
Well, something significant happened 8 days ago. Looking back I should have seen it coming. The company I worked for is struggling significantly with sales and this economy isn't helping. My job consisted of helping the sales team and buying the product for them once they sold it. Due to circumstances way beyond my control, there wasn't much to help with and definitely not much to buy. So, they decided to cut my job along with five others. I know it wasn't an easy decision for them and I have my own opinions about the whole thing - but needless to say, I'm out of a job.
I'm still sort of in shock about it. Only one other person was in the office when I left since they let one other girl go earlier in the day and everyone else was out. I grabbed a box and slowly gathered all of my belongings: the red faux tulips that brightened my desk given to me by a friend for my birthday last year, my memo board with all of my pictures of friends and family tacked on, my framed photo of my sister and of course some random stuff I had tucked away - lotion, chapstick, etc.. Almost 2 1/2 years of stuff removed just like that. I turned off the light in my office and said good-bye.
The crappy part is I was really good at that job and I loved it. I loved the people I worked with and the vendors that became friends. It sucks.
So now I'm one of the many thousands of people looking for a new job. And although I don't mind this sleeping in thing, I'd much rather be working. Just today I got a call about an interview next week so I'm pretty excited to see some hope.
For now, the box sits on my bedroom floor. I don't really feel like dealing with what's in it. I'm hoping to move those things into a new work space pretty soon. But for now, it sits there reminding me of a day that I really would just rather forget.
I'm taking this time to get things done that I wouldn't necessarily have been able to do - clear out old clothes from the closet, get things filed away that have piled up on the desk, finish another book or two, watch some movies I haven't seen, and I was able to attend a graduation ceremony for one of my best friends.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Murphy's Law about back pain
I've been working out for about a month. I've been feeling stronger, losing a little poundage and inches along the way. Okay only 4 lbs. and 1.5 inches so far. But hey that's about a pound a week, yay me!
I've also been telling people how much stronger my core is feeling. Those muscles that I've let turn to mush are feeling the effects of crunches, twists and other exercises so assigned by Zach, my trainer. I tell my friends 'ya it's great to feel like my core is totally firming up' and I told my chiropractor 'I'm feeling soooo strong'. Nobody told me that is the trigger for a strain.
Yesterday, I went to SB for a much needed mocha fix and to work on some homework with Miss Angela. After two hours inside, we decided that it was altogether too cold and screaming babies were annoying. We moved outside. Yes, it was over 100 degrees but the shade was pretty awesome.
Of course, the table we wanted to use was turned the other way, so 'strong' me decides to move it so that it was more user-friendly. On the third lift, I felt it. That instant ouch and pull in my low back that I've felt so many times before. Note to self **don't talk about how strong you are**
I immediately sat down, told Ange that I was hurting but decided to work through the pain. As long as I don't try to move too quickly or bend at the waist I'm good to go. We stayed out there for a good hour or so then moved back inside because of some really irritating, lewd people at the next table over.
Not too much longer I went to Target for some Therma Care heat wraps (my #1 best remedy for back pain), went home and took it easy. Sleep is always a little hard to do when the lower back is so sore.
I got up this morning feeling pretty lousy. I threw on one of the wraps, got ready for church and called in a replacement in the toddler room. There was no way that I was going to be able to interact well with the kiddies. I made it through church and lunch. I then went to go pick up some friends for the chocolate festivities in Oakdale, then to the mall, dinner and now home. My back seems to be okay. I guess the exercise is helping it heal faster!
I'm feeling okay but I'm pretty sure another wrap will go on tomorrow morning.
I've also been telling people how much stronger my core is feeling. Those muscles that I've let turn to mush are feeling the effects of crunches, twists and other exercises so assigned by Zach, my trainer. I tell my friends 'ya it's great to feel like my core is totally firming up' and I told my chiropractor 'I'm feeling soooo strong'. Nobody told me that is the trigger for a strain.
Yesterday, I went to SB for a much needed mocha fix and to work on some homework with Miss Angela. After two hours inside, we decided that it was altogether too cold and screaming babies were annoying. We moved outside. Yes, it was over 100 degrees but the shade was pretty awesome.
Of course, the table we wanted to use was turned the other way, so 'strong' me decides to move it so that it was more user-friendly. On the third lift, I felt it. That instant ouch and pull in my low back that I've felt so many times before. Note to self **don't talk about how strong you are**
I immediately sat down, told Ange that I was hurting but decided to work through the pain. As long as I don't try to move too quickly or bend at the waist I'm good to go. We stayed out there for a good hour or so then moved back inside because of some really irritating, lewd people at the next table over.
Not too much longer I went to Target for some Therma Care heat wraps (my #1 best remedy for back pain), went home and took it easy. Sleep is always a little hard to do when the lower back is so sore.
I got up this morning feeling pretty lousy. I threw on one of the wraps, got ready for church and called in a replacement in the toddler room. There was no way that I was going to be able to interact well with the kiddies. I made it through church and lunch. I then went to go pick up some friends for the chocolate festivities in Oakdale, then to the mall, dinner and now home. My back seems to be okay. I guess the exercise is helping it heal faster!
I'm feeling okay but I'm pretty sure another wrap will go on tomorrow morning.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The pretty place settings
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I shouldn't be here right now...
Right now, I should be having a blast with my friends from church at our Women's Retreat in Mount Hermon. However, I'm sitting in my big puffy chair with a raging headache and enough nausea to go around for everybody.
First of all, let me warn you this may be TMI but...well...you can stop reading here. I've got a serious case of food poisoning, that which hasn't been seen ever in this body. I am one of those people that never, ever throw up (maybe 8-10 times in my life) but at the time of this writing, I've thrown up five times). Plus I'm dealing with Aunt Flo who dropped by right around the same time this party started.
It all started with an innocent trip to Red Robin. Now before you sue, no Red Robin did not make me sick, but the leftover freckled lemonade I took from the fridge the next morning did. Sure it tasted good Friday morning even though the strawberries were kind of mushy.
When I left work at 12:00 to go home and pack for my Retreat, I felt fine. When we stopped at Starbucks on the way out of town, I still felt fine. By the time we got to Mount Hermon though...I did not feel fine.
We sat down to dinner, I ate about half of my green salad and a bite from my bread. I had no appetite. We went up to the cabin to put our stuff away and bam - I was tossing my cookies. I started to feel a little better but I convinced no one - think of the little ghost girl from Sixth Sense - "I'm feeling much better now." Eww..
All the other ladies went down to hear the speaker. Of course, I had to throw up yet again since my body thought the first time wasn't enough.
A shower would definitely make me feel better, I reasoned. That went fine, except that I bent over to put my jammies on and well...
I settled into my blankets on the roll away bed. I was able to rest there but with all the snoring that was going on, I couldn't sleep. Iwoke up at 1:30 AND 3:30 because I felt yucky. By 6:30 the next morning I was awake thanks to the morning people in my cabin. I felt pretty good, so I sipped on the Sprite that one of the girls got for me.
We went down to breakfast, but alas five minutes later, I was high-tailing it to the bathroom. yep...again...
I went back to the breakfast table with some chamomile tea and a plain bagel. Surely this would be good for my tummy. That did seem to sit well so I thought I was in the clear.
Now, I slept maybe two hours last night so when one lady said that she would drive home with me if I wanted to go, I said "let's go". We left the beauty of the Santa Cruz mountains at 9:30 and rolled into home a few hours later.
I took a two hour nap, then decided to drink some apple juice and eat some graham crackers. Bad idea - that was trip #5 about an hour ago.
So I'm reduced to just water for now. I still feel like at any moment it could happen again. Let's just say that I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep and a restful day tomorrow.
First of all, let me warn you this may be TMI but...well...you can stop reading here. I've got a serious case of food poisoning, that which hasn't been seen ever in this body. I am one of those people that never, ever throw up (maybe 8-10 times in my life) but at the time of this writing, I've thrown up five times). Plus I'm dealing with Aunt Flo who dropped by right around the same time this party started.
It all started with an innocent trip to Red Robin. Now before you sue, no Red Robin did not make me sick, but the leftover freckled lemonade I took from the fridge the next morning did. Sure it tasted good Friday morning even though the strawberries were kind of mushy.
When I left work at 12:00 to go home and pack for my Retreat, I felt fine. When we stopped at Starbucks on the way out of town, I still felt fine. By the time we got to Mount Hermon though...I did not feel fine.
We sat down to dinner, I ate about half of my green salad and a bite from my bread. I had no appetite. We went up to the cabin to put our stuff away and bam - I was tossing my cookies. I started to feel a little better but I convinced no one - think of the little ghost girl from Sixth Sense - "I'm feeling much better now." Eww..
All the other ladies went down to hear the speaker. Of course, I had to throw up yet again since my body thought the first time wasn't enough.
A shower would definitely make me feel better, I reasoned. That went fine, except that I bent over to put my jammies on and well...
I settled into my blankets on the roll away bed. I was able to rest there but with all the snoring that was going on, I couldn't sleep. Iwoke up at 1:30 AND 3:30 because I felt yucky. By 6:30 the next morning I was awake thanks to the morning people in my cabin. I felt pretty good, so I sipped on the Sprite that one of the girls got for me.
We went down to breakfast, but alas five minutes later, I was high-tailing it to the bathroom. yep...again...
I went back to the breakfast table with some chamomile tea and a plain bagel. Surely this would be good for my tummy. That did seem to sit well so I thought I was in the clear.
Now, I slept maybe two hours last night so when one lady said that she would drive home with me if I wanted to go, I said "let's go". We left the beauty of the Santa Cruz mountains at 9:30 and rolled into home a few hours later.
I took a two hour nap, then decided to drink some apple juice and eat some graham crackers. Bad idea - that was trip #5 about an hour ago.
So I'm reduced to just water for now. I still feel like at any moment it could happen again. Let's just say that I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep and a restful day tomorrow.
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