I'm fairly well-adjusted in the body/food relationship department. Sure, I have my moments of guilt after a scarfing down the third piece of pizza or downing half a pint of Chubby Hubby, but in general I've always taken it in stride.
I'm not completely adjusted, I wouldn't go so far as to say that. When the co-worker with the incessant mouth must comment, "Going on a trip?" in response to seeing my Lean Cuisine for lunch, my shoulders scrunch. Excuse me? "Looks like airline food." Why men will ever find the audacity to judge what goes in my stomach escapes me.
I worked my ass off to lose 30 pounds. Yes, I keep an eye on what I put in my mouth. And yes, actually, those Lean Cuisines are paired with a normal breakfast, snacks of all varieties - good, bad, gross - throughout the day, along with a full meal and, hey!, maybe even dessert.
I've seen some - most - of my best friends struggle the demons of their eating disorders. At the least, subscribing to Weight Watchers and counting points diligently. At the most, being admitted to a hospital at a weight unhealthy to maintaining life.
But, no, NO, I do not need someone's ignorant judgements about my choice of a balanced, affordable meal.
That balanced, affordable meal brings me to the original point of this post. I've been trying to watch the cash flow lately and noticed that too many meals and coffees have been purchased when I can be more cost effective. Brewing coffee at home and grabbing a frozen meal and a banana on my way out the door even just a couple times a week can make a difference. And leftovers! I heart leftovers.
Sister Sara got a slow cooker for Christmas and the excitement she has shown in hers and renewed the interest in mine. She boasted how she stuffed a chicken with celery and herbs and when she got home from work the meat was falling off the bone. A warm, filling, satisfying winter meal. And the rosemary! How she loves the rosemary.
I set out to do the same. I cut the whole chicken from the bag and found... feathers. Small little inconsequential feathers in the grand scheme of things, I'm sure. And, no, not the first feathers I've ever seen on a chicken that I've prepared. But more than I'm used to seeing.
Which made me start pondering just what the mechanical process is for removing feathers from the bodies... and I had to stop that thought train from happening or BLEEEEECH. I get grossed out easily (the cleanliness of utensils and other surfaces is what gives me OCD, more on that later) and I could be on chicken strike for a while.
But it does beg the question, what is my feather count?
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Sunday, February 04, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
easing back in
I am a lot of things. Sensitive? Don't let the cool exterior fool you. Stubborn? My family invented it. Generous? To a fault. Flexible? In body probably more than mind, but yep, that too.
I am not, however, one that you would call overzealous in getting krackalacken.
Resolution Number One - to start writing here again - pretty much taxed all motivation for the first week of 2007. Everything takes more effort when you are out of practice.
Week Two was a launching pad for getting Resolution Number Two - getting back to the gym - off the ground. Surely, with a whole week as a self-imposed deadline, I could handle that. Especially one that I haven't officially said out loud to anyone. Plus, even less than a year ago I was a five-days a week gym slave. Okay, four on average. But definitely always three. I just had to get in the pattern again.
Sunday: didn't leave the house all day except a quick jaunt to return some absurdly overdue movies, one of which I didn't even watch.
Monday: accidentally missed (can you say "subconciously avoided"?) the exit and ended up at the super market instead.
Tuesday: Having realized that I didn't have socks in my gym bag (the gym bag that has been packed and sitting in my office since, um, July) I headed home. Come on, I know you hear me. Working out without socks sucks. You start working up a sweat, already flailing appendages this way and that on the eliptical, and suddenly you are slipping and sliding in your shoes. I suppose it makes for a better core workout, but I didn't need the extra challenge.
I felt the old pattern of excuses taking hold. I'm home! It is chilly out! Time for dinner! I didn't sleep well last night!
But, my friends, you will be proud. Instead of throwing the car keys aside and resigning to spend another night in front of the tube, I went and found those dastardly socks. And I pulled them on. And wrangled the girls into two bras (yes, two, or talk about flailing appendages). And dug out the lined running pants that were missing from the summertime-stocked bag. And shoved a bit of sustenance into my mouth (though Honey BBQ Frito Twists might have defeated the purpose).
And as I stood there, munching, I made a deal with myself: 30 minutes with an upped heartbeat and you're done. No weights. No crunches. No lunges. Not today. Today, just get there. And I marched right back out the door.
Given that it is the get-my-body-back resolution time of year for not only me but for every other part-timer with a gym membership, the parking lot was a cluster like I have never seen. The back lot had a whole extra row of cars down the middle, forcing 4+ point turns to eek one's way into a spot. It was enough to make you want to go home and nap. But I did eek my way into a spot, left the Mim-mobile parked at an obscure angle (which pains the rule-abiding side of me), and ambled in. Had to swipe my card twice through the machine (backwards the first time since I'm out of practice). Weaved my way into the locker room and stripped off my coat and running pants. Breathe in! Walked back out into the socializing nightmare of the main floor to find nary an open machine in sight.
But! I did not give up! On to the women's workout room. And, ta da!, one single elipitical stood waiting for me. I jumped on and gave that taunting machine a good, solid 30 minutes. I was proud of myself.
As I marched, I silently congratulated all the people who were obviously new to the gym thing and remembered what it was like two years ago to start the battle of losing those 30 pounds. Thirty pounds that had crept up on me out of nowhere until one day I looked at a recent photo and saw a bloated, stuffed sausage staring back. A daunting battle at the start, a liberating reward at the end.
I rehearsed a speech in my head to all the newcomers about how those first 6 weeks are always the toughest, but then suddenly your clothes start to fit better and the exhaustion evolves into a spring in your step. And you too could drop a few sizes in a year! No pills, no fad diets - just hard work and eating right (most of the time). And then you get to buy a new wardrobe! And make fun of your "fat days" with your BFFs. And everyone tells you how great you look! Keep at it kids!
And while the mileage gauge told me I did not flail as far as I normally do, my head was happy and muscles tingly. I'm just easing back in.
I am not, however, one that you would call overzealous in getting krackalacken.
Resolution Number One - to start writing here again - pretty much taxed all motivation for the first week of 2007. Everything takes more effort when you are out of practice.
Week Two was a launching pad for getting Resolution Number Two - getting back to the gym - off the ground. Surely, with a whole week as a self-imposed deadline, I could handle that. Especially one that I haven't officially said out loud to anyone. Plus, even less than a year ago I was a five-days a week gym slave. Okay, four on average. But definitely always three. I just had to get in the pattern again.
Sunday: didn't leave the house all day except a quick jaunt to return some absurdly overdue movies, one of which I didn't even watch.
Monday: accidentally missed (can you say "subconciously avoided"?) the exit and ended up at the super market instead.
Tuesday: Having realized that I didn't have socks in my gym bag (the gym bag that has been packed and sitting in my office since, um, July) I headed home. Come on, I know you hear me. Working out without socks sucks. You start working up a sweat, already flailing appendages this way and that on the eliptical, and suddenly you are slipping and sliding in your shoes. I suppose it makes for a better core workout, but I didn't need the extra challenge.
I felt the old pattern of excuses taking hold. I'm home! It is chilly out! Time for dinner! I didn't sleep well last night!
But, my friends, you will be proud. Instead of throwing the car keys aside and resigning to spend another night in front of the tube, I went and found those dastardly socks. And I pulled them on. And wrangled the girls into two bras (yes, two, or talk about flailing appendages). And dug out the lined running pants that were missing from the summertime-stocked bag. And shoved a bit of sustenance into my mouth (though Honey BBQ Frito Twists might have defeated the purpose).
And as I stood there, munching, I made a deal with myself: 30 minutes with an upped heartbeat and you're done. No weights. No crunches. No lunges. Not today. Today, just get there. And I marched right back out the door.
Given that it is the get-my-body-back resolution time of year for not only me but for every other part-timer with a gym membership, the parking lot was a cluster like I have never seen. The back lot had a whole extra row of cars down the middle, forcing 4+ point turns to eek one's way into a spot. It was enough to make you want to go home and nap. But I did eek my way into a spot, left the Mim-mobile parked at an obscure angle (which pains the rule-abiding side of me), and ambled in. Had to swipe my card twice through the machine (backwards the first time since I'm out of practice). Weaved my way into the locker room and stripped off my coat and running pants. Breathe in! Walked back out into the socializing nightmare of the main floor to find nary an open machine in sight.
But! I did not give up! On to the women's workout room. And, ta da!, one single elipitical stood waiting for me. I jumped on and gave that taunting machine a good, solid 30 minutes. I was proud of myself.
As I marched, I silently congratulated all the people who were obviously new to the gym thing and remembered what it was like two years ago to start the battle of losing those 30 pounds. Thirty pounds that had crept up on me out of nowhere until one day I looked at a recent photo and saw a bloated, stuffed sausage staring back. A daunting battle at the start, a liberating reward at the end.
I rehearsed a speech in my head to all the newcomers about how those first 6 weeks are always the toughest, but then suddenly your clothes start to fit better and the exhaustion evolves into a spring in your step. And you too could drop a few sizes in a year! No pills, no fad diets - just hard work and eating right (most of the time). And then you get to buy a new wardrobe! And make fun of your "fat days" with your BFFs. And everyone tells you how great you look! Keep at it kids!
And while the mileage gauge told me I did not flail as far as I normally do, my head was happy and muscles tingly. I'm just easing back in.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
krackalacken
Last year about this time, it was KC that gave me the nudge to get back to work on this little blog o'mine.
This year, unbeknownst to her at this point, Tara is motivating me. She started a blog which serves as her marathon training diary. Her second marathon.
I can't run anywhere without the aid of a machine taunting me - forget actually getting out into nature and letting it control the factors. And she's doing it because she wants a goal to work towards. A 26 mile goal in a city known for it's "heartbreak". Lofty.
Huh, okay. I need a goal too. One that I can accomplish and find rewarding. This is the one that I want and one I feel deprived of when I don't give to it. So I'm going to give a little something to myself and get back at it.
This year, unbeknownst to her at this point, Tara is motivating me. She started a blog which serves as her marathon training diary. Her second marathon.
I can't run anywhere without the aid of a machine taunting me - forget actually getting out into nature and letting it control the factors. And she's doing it because she wants a goal to work towards. A 26 mile goal in a city known for it's "heartbreak". Lofty.
Huh, okay. I need a goal too. One that I can accomplish and find rewarding. This is the one that I want and one I feel deprived of when I don't give to it. So I'm going to give a little something to myself and get back at it.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
slack city
I've been slacking. Could it be because my work through date is March 31? It is so slow around here that the usual motivational energy is being spent on getting here before 10 a.m. and staying until 4 p.m. And trying to do something resembling work in between - which really is surfing blogs. Uh, I mean, jobs.
So it goes without saying, I don't have another job as of yet. Could it be since I have a cushion of almost three months severance that finding a job doesn't seem quite so pressing? Or that the fear of putting my self-esteem on the line to a prospective employer is paralyzing?
Or perhaps it is because I leave on Sunday for a weeks vacation in St. John at this lovely little getaway with my family and Miguel?
Things that make you go hmmmm...
In an effort to get something posted, here are some sure bets about what will go down on vacation:
1. My parents will see my tattoo! The one I got 9 years ago this August! There is a reason they haven't seen it yet (namely because that would make me, their baby girl!, a hussy) but no way I'm traipsing around St. John in a one-piece. Hopefully they serve cocktails on the ferry so they'll be properly buzzed up during the unveiling at the villa's pool.
2. Speaking of bathing suits, Miguel (sounds more tropical-island appropriate that way, doesn't it?) wants to get what he refers to as a boing-loin. He says it is just for an icebreaker at the pool, but we all know he will be strutting his stuff in it all week.
3. That is, if we can get him on the plane. The emergency-landing nightmares officially started this morning.
4. We were going to go here for dinner because they not only have great food, but the best sunset viewing on the island. However, they don't allow people under the age of 5. Watch Liz try to sneak Casey in in her purse. And then sweet talk the manager into believing he is the most well-behaved 6 month old in the world. (He is).
5. The villa is comprised of a main house for the "adults" and an efficiency apartment with two bedrooms for the "kids" to share - Sara, Michael and I . Guess who my parents think I'm rooming with? Guess what?
6. Beach
7. Delicious Fruity Cocktails
8. Beach and more Beach
9. I'm going to treat myself to a little massage. Hey, I'm under a lot of job-hunting stress!
10. Sand in the bum
11. We're going to get mom her first ever pedicure
12. Beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach
13. Jewelry shopping!
14. Mom will chase me around with sunscreen like when I was a mere babe
Whoops... it is now after 4:30 and my time here for today has expired...
So it goes without saying, I don't have another job as of yet. Could it be since I have a cushion of almost three months severance that finding a job doesn't seem quite so pressing? Or that the fear of putting my self-esteem on the line to a prospective employer is paralyzing?
Or perhaps it is because I leave on Sunday for a weeks vacation in St. John at this lovely little getaway with my family and Miguel?
Things that make you go hmmmm...
In an effort to get something posted, here are some sure bets about what will go down on vacation:
1. My parents will see my tattoo! The one I got 9 years ago this August! There is a reason they haven't seen it yet (namely because that would make me, their baby girl!, a hussy) but no way I'm traipsing around St. John in a one-piece. Hopefully they serve cocktails on the ferry so they'll be properly buzzed up during the unveiling at the villa's pool.
2. Speaking of bathing suits, Miguel (sounds more tropical-island appropriate that way, doesn't it?) wants to get what he refers to as a boing-loin. He says it is just for an icebreaker at the pool, but we all know he will be strutting his stuff in it all week.
3. That is, if we can get him on the plane. The emergency-landing nightmares officially started this morning.
4. We were going to go here for dinner because they not only have great food, but the best sunset viewing on the island. However, they don't allow people under the age of 5. Watch Liz try to sneak Casey in in her purse. And then sweet talk the manager into believing he is the most well-behaved 6 month old in the world. (He is).
5. The villa is comprised of a main house for the "adults" and an efficiency apartment with two bedrooms for the "kids" to share - Sara, Michael and I . Guess who my parents think I'm rooming with? Guess what?
6. Beach
7. Delicious Fruity Cocktails
8. Beach and more Beach
9. I'm going to treat myself to a little massage. Hey, I'm under a lot of job-hunting stress!
10. Sand in the bum
11. We're going to get mom her first ever pedicure
12. Beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach
13. Jewelry shopping!
14. Mom will chase me around with sunscreen like when I was a mere babe
Whoops... it is now after 4:30 and my time here for today has expired...
Thursday, February 02, 2006
five weirdo things about me
With all of the tagging going on from Dooce’s last post, I’ve found some new blogs. In my browsing, I’ve found another little meme from Jen - which I haven’t been tagged for but will do anyway and will tag Laura and Kendra for because they’re the only other bloggers I really know.
Five weirdo things about me:
1. I don’t allow friends or siblings to wear items of clothing of mine that I have not yet worn myself. Maybe it comes from being the youngest of three and all the hand-me-downs that stem from that – something new was always very special. In December, Laura wanted to wear a cute little purple sleeveless number with a satin bow that Liz gave me for my birthday in November and I felt like a greedy jerk for saying no then, and an even bigger greedy jerk now because I still haven’t worn it.
2. I love to pluck. Eyebrows, toe hairs, chin hairs… on me, my friends, my boyfriend, whoever will let me near them wielding my favorite pointy metal tool. In fact, Michael recently had a stick (seriously, it was like ten hairs in one!) growing out of his face and he let me pluck it to quell my perverse passion. Now we’re waiting for it to grow back so I can pluck and examine it again. Maybe not so much “we”, but he knows it is coming.
3. I also like to squeeze stuff. Pimples, blackheads, ingrown hairs, whatever. He knows that is coming too. But like in the wild, those monkeys groom each other out of love. That’s what I keep telling him.
4. I like to have music playing when I’m cleaning the house, which is not so weird. The weird part is that I like it to be on loud in a room other than the one I’m cleaning. Not quietly in the same room, but loudly in another room. I don’t know where that came from or why really, I just don’t like to be right on top of the music source, and there’s something about feeling the loudness of the beat. Pump up the jam.
5. If I’m sleeping alone, I need to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the nearest wall and face it. If someone else is there, the urge is not so imminent, but still present. Who knows…
Five weirdo things about me:
1. I don’t allow friends or siblings to wear items of clothing of mine that I have not yet worn myself. Maybe it comes from being the youngest of three and all the hand-me-downs that stem from that – something new was always very special. In December, Laura wanted to wear a cute little purple sleeveless number with a satin bow that Liz gave me for my birthday in November and I felt like a greedy jerk for saying no then, and an even bigger greedy jerk now because I still haven’t worn it.
2. I love to pluck. Eyebrows, toe hairs, chin hairs… on me, my friends, my boyfriend, whoever will let me near them wielding my favorite pointy metal tool. In fact, Michael recently had a stick (seriously, it was like ten hairs in one!) growing out of his face and he let me pluck it to quell my perverse passion. Now we’re waiting for it to grow back so I can pluck and examine it again. Maybe not so much “we”, but he knows it is coming.
3. I also like to squeeze stuff. Pimples, blackheads, ingrown hairs, whatever. He knows that is coming too. But like in the wild, those monkeys groom each other out of love. That’s what I keep telling him.
4. I like to have music playing when I’m cleaning the house, which is not so weird. The weird part is that I like it to be on loud in a room other than the one I’m cleaning. Not quietly in the same room, but loudly in another room. I don’t know where that came from or why really, I just don’t like to be right on top of the music source, and there’s something about feeling the loudness of the beat. Pump up the jam.
5. If I’m sleeping alone, I need to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the nearest wall and face it. If someone else is there, the urge is not so imminent, but still present. Who knows…
my first meme
I’m kopykating this from dooce, the first blog I ever knew.
Four jobs I’ve had
1. Waitress at a café at the hoity-toity Wianno Club in Osterville, MA.
2. Sandwich maker at a cafeteria in a corporate office in the financial district in London –which lasted all of two weeks. I was a college grad for chrissakes!
3. Bartender at a wine bar in the financial district of London where my tips from customers were sometimes bottles of Veuve Cliquot. Much more my speed.
4. Assistant General Manager at a country club on the Cape whose internal politics were deranged by our cancer-ridden boss who still couldn’t break out of the miserable existence of his being and lighten freaking up. I mean, don’t you try to enjoy your last days/weeks/months/years and not wreak havoc on the lives of those around you? Especially by making every single one of your employees work on Thanksgiving when you know you’re going to lay the majority of them off 6 weeks later?
Four movies I can watch over and over
1. Sixteen Candles
2. Beautiful Girls
3. How the Grinch Stole Christmas – the classic cartoon version
4. Goonies (kopykated!)
Four places I have lived
1. Princeton, MA – A sweet little house in a sweet little town in central Mass that frequents my dreams.
2. Sandwich, MA - A big house with a pool and three living rooms and the biggest bedroom I’ve ever had to make up to me for ripping me away at the volatile and tender age of 15 from the home I grew up in and all of my friends! It was very traumatic.
3. In a flat in Bayswater, London where the Egyptian landlord tried several times to grope me and even tried to lay one on me in the street… so then we skipped out and moved to Paddington with Sarah’s crazy cousin Debbie. She was a chain-smoking nurse who was so bitter about getting up early that she used to vacuum in front of our bedroom door, banging away at it.
4. South Boston, MA – home of the sloppiest St. Patrick’s Day parade going.
Four TV shows I love
1. “Oprah” – it is a blessed event to get home in time to watch it.
2. “America’s Funniest Home Videos” – tears stream down my face. Roommates watch it with me to witness the sheer delight and breathless heaving. Sounds a little sick.
3. “Scrubs”
4. “House”
Four places I’ve vacationed
1. Maui, Hawaii
2. Amsterdam, Netherlands
3. Cancun, Mexico (Spring Break baby, yeah!)
4. Dublin, Ireland
Four of my favorite dishes
1. Cheese Fondue
2. Lobster
3. Mim’s Mac and Butt (or Cheese if you please)
4. Mom’s meatball and sausages
Four sites I visit a lot
1. Dooce
2. Lala Land
3. Just me, KC
4. This Fish
Four places I would rather be right now
1. Snuggling my face into Monkey’s soft neck
2. On a walk through Hyde Park in London (kopykated!)
3. In St. John – 6 weeks suckas!
4. Hanging with my cutie nephew
Two people I am tagging (I need more friends with blogs!)
1. Lala
2. Kendra
Four jobs I’ve had
1. Waitress at a café at the hoity-toity Wianno Club in Osterville, MA.
2. Sandwich maker at a cafeteria in a corporate office in the financial district in London –which lasted all of two weeks. I was a college grad for chrissakes!
3. Bartender at a wine bar in the financial district of London where my tips from customers were sometimes bottles of Veuve Cliquot. Much more my speed.
4. Assistant General Manager at a country club on the Cape whose internal politics were deranged by our cancer-ridden boss who still couldn’t break out of the miserable existence of his being and lighten freaking up. I mean, don’t you try to enjoy your last days/weeks/months/years and not wreak havoc on the lives of those around you? Especially by making every single one of your employees work on Thanksgiving when you know you’re going to lay the majority of them off 6 weeks later?
Four movies I can watch over and over
1. Sixteen Candles
2. Beautiful Girls
3. How the Grinch Stole Christmas – the classic cartoon version
4. Goonies (kopykated!)
Four places I have lived
1. Princeton, MA – A sweet little house in a sweet little town in central Mass that frequents my dreams.
2. Sandwich, MA - A big house with a pool and three living rooms and the biggest bedroom I’ve ever had to make up to me for ripping me away at the volatile and tender age of 15 from the home I grew up in and all of my friends! It was very traumatic.
3. In a flat in Bayswater, London where the Egyptian landlord tried several times to grope me and even tried to lay one on me in the street… so then we skipped out and moved to Paddington with Sarah’s crazy cousin Debbie. She was a chain-smoking nurse who was so bitter about getting up early that she used to vacuum in front of our bedroom door, banging away at it.
4. South Boston, MA – home of the sloppiest St. Patrick’s Day parade going.
Four TV shows I love
1. “Oprah” – it is a blessed event to get home in time to watch it.
2. “America’s Funniest Home Videos” – tears stream down my face. Roommates watch it with me to witness the sheer delight and breathless heaving. Sounds a little sick.
3. “Scrubs”
4. “House”
Four places I’ve vacationed
1. Maui, Hawaii
2. Amsterdam, Netherlands
3. Cancun, Mexico (Spring Break baby, yeah!)
4. Dublin, Ireland
Four of my favorite dishes
1. Cheese Fondue
2. Lobster
3. Mim’s Mac and Butt (or Cheese if you please)
4. Mom’s meatball and sausages
Four sites I visit a lot
1. Dooce
2. Lala Land
3. Just me, KC
4. This Fish
Four places I would rather be right now
1. Snuggling my face into Monkey’s soft neck
2. On a walk through Hyde Park in London (kopykated!)
3. In St. John – 6 weeks suckas!
4. Hanging with my cutie nephew
Two people I am tagging (I need more friends with blogs!)
1. Lala
2. Kendra
Friday, January 27, 2006
taking stock
This is going to be a big year for me. Active, full of celebrations and change and all that.
Christiner and John and Baby Gianna are goin' back to Cali, Cali, Cali. Goin' back to Cali? No, I don't think so. Sigh... yes, it's true! Very, very sad to be losing them to the lure of the west coast. Hopefully they'll come back to us some day. If not, at least there will be lots of visits! Christina has been a source of charm, wit, style, creativity, boundless energy and a dear, true friend since the day we met. Those things don't change with the mere matter of distance, so thank god for email. With tears in our eyes...
My dear mum turns 60 - yes, 60!!! - in a few short weeks. There will be more on that soon.
Next up, my parents' 40th - yes, 40th!!! - wedding anniversary is in April. To celebrate, they're taking us on our first family vacation since I was a horder of Cabbage Patch Kids. Not that they didn't take us on vacation, but not all of five of us have been able to go together since those days. So the five of us, plus the special additions of my most favorite brother-in-law, my brandy-new lil nephew, my parents' best friends and my SO are high-tailing it down to St. John in March. To a villa. On the cliffs. With one of those edgeless pool thingies. And a hot tub. Overlooking the aquamarine blue water of the bay which, you know, after we get tired of swimming and snorkeling in, we can retire to the aforementioned pool/hot tub with our frosty cocktails and gaze at longingly like we weren't just there. I think I might just hate it.
In more not-fun news, they're dissolving my department at work which, frankly, is good timing as I needed some motiviation for a career change. I have my resume out there and am doing some interviewing and such. We have a work-through date of March 31st with a severance package after that, so it is nice to be able to take my time and find the right fit. Or be in complete denial and drag my feet. Whatever you want to call it.
Then... my BFF Laura is getting married to her boogerhead Ryan in September and I am her Maid of Honor! Look at me! The engagement party was a hit (except for the Pats loss to the Broncos) and we found our bridesmaid dresses two days later to boot. This summer will be busy with more wedding day details, showers, the bachelorette craziness... the party planning gears are whirring already!
Later in the year my badass Scorpio self will be turning 28 for the second time. I think a trip is in order... London anyone?
Christiner and John and Baby Gianna are goin' back to Cali, Cali, Cali. Goin' back to Cali? No, I don't think so. Sigh... yes, it's true! Very, very sad to be losing them to the lure of the west coast. Hopefully they'll come back to us some day. If not, at least there will be lots of visits! Christina has been a source of charm, wit, style, creativity, boundless energy and a dear, true friend since the day we met. Those things don't change with the mere matter of distance, so thank god for email. With tears in our eyes...
My dear mum turns 60 - yes, 60!!! - in a few short weeks. There will be more on that soon.
Next up, my parents' 40th - yes, 40th!!! - wedding anniversary is in April. To celebrate, they're taking us on our first family vacation since I was a horder of Cabbage Patch Kids. Not that they didn't take us on vacation, but not all of five of us have been able to go together since those days. So the five of us, plus the special additions of my most favorite brother-in-law, my brandy-new lil nephew, my parents' best friends and my SO are high-tailing it down to St. John in March. To a villa. On the cliffs. With one of those edgeless pool thingies. And a hot tub. Overlooking the aquamarine blue water of the bay which, you know, after we get tired of swimming and snorkeling in, we can retire to the aforementioned pool/hot tub with our frosty cocktails and gaze at longingly like we weren't just there. I think I might just hate it.
In more not-fun news, they're dissolving my department at work which, frankly, is good timing as I needed some motiviation for a career change. I have my resume out there and am doing some interviewing and such. We have a work-through date of March 31st with a severance package after that, so it is nice to be able to take my time and find the right fit. Or be in complete denial and drag my feet. Whatever you want to call it.
Then... my BFF Laura is getting married to her boogerhead Ryan in September and I am her Maid of Honor! Look at me! The engagement party was a hit (except for the Pats loss to the Broncos) and we found our bridesmaid dresses two days later to boot. This summer will be busy with more wedding day details, showers, the bachelorette craziness... the party planning gears are whirring already!
Later in the year my badass Scorpio self will be turning 28 for the second time. I think a trip is in order... London anyone?
Friday, January 20, 2006
obligatory new year's resolution post
I don't know about everyone else, but it is not until New Year's rolls around (and then, let's face it, down around the corner when everyone is bragging about their resolution and asking if you have one) that it even occurs to me to think of one. Mine, after some pondering and hemming and hawing, was to remember to make time to do that thing I tell everyone is my "thing": write.
It has been quite a bit of time now - two months to be exact - since my last post, and 20 days since the beginning of the year. So then there's that self-defeating question of "why can't you get it together and just DO it already?" and then "psshht, not like you have to admit it to anyone."
So, all of you anonymous bloggers and readers out there - here I am, admiting my resolution, my lack of living up to it and the promise that the goal will be at least one mandatory post a week with a lofty hope to live up to three posts a week.
Hear me roar!
It has been quite a bit of time now - two months to be exact - since my last post, and 20 days since the beginning of the year. So then there's that self-defeating question of "why can't you get it together and just DO it already?" and then "psshht, not like you have to admit it to anyone."
So, all of you anonymous bloggers and readers out there - here I am, admiting my resolution, my lack of living up to it and the promise that the goal will be at least one mandatory post a week with a lofty hope to live up to three posts a week.
Hear me roar!
Thursday, November 03, 2005
aye aye aye!
My BFF had this in her blog and, true to my name, I had to kopykate it. She kopykated it too.
I am: supposed to be working like a good corporate minion.
I know: that everything happens for a reason.
I have: a 29th birthday coming up.
I wish: for a thousand more wishes!
I hate: that it gets dark out so early now.
I miss: school vacations.
I fear: that time is going to slip right past me.
I hear: the constant phlegm-clearing from the cube next to me.
I search: for a new job.
I wonder: what I am doing with my life.
I regret: half-assing it more than I should.
I love: unseasonably warm temperatures!
I'm lucky because: I’m healthy and live a pretty darn good life.
I ache: to see my parents growing older.
I care: about making everyone happy.
I always: get caught up in the details. The good ones and the bad ones.
I am not: worried about losing Theo Epstein. Psshht.
I dance: with my shoulders. Someone pointed that out once and I always thought that was a weird thing to point out.
I sing: bad love songs/80’s rock/old school rap with my bug to make each other laugh.
I do not always: let my guard down.
I should not: worry so much.
I am: going to anyway!
I love: puppy-dogs.
I write: to let it out and make sense of it all.I also fear: scary movies.
I win: at spelling.
I lose: at math.
I listen: to reason when my heart doesn’t get in the way.
I am glad that: my friends all rock.
I am happy about: all of the wee ones that just arrived into my life.
I am obsessed with: tweezers.
I should be: paying attention!
I want: to rock out.
I am: supposed to be working like a good corporate minion.
I know: that everything happens for a reason.
I have: a 29th birthday coming up.
I wish: for a thousand more wishes!
I hate: that it gets dark out so early now.
I miss: school vacations.
I fear: that time is going to slip right past me.
I hear: the constant phlegm-clearing from the cube next to me.
I search: for a new job.
I wonder: what I am doing with my life.
I regret: half-assing it more than I should.
I love: unseasonably warm temperatures!
I'm lucky because: I’m healthy and live a pretty darn good life.
I ache: to see my parents growing older.
I care: about making everyone happy.
I always: get caught up in the details. The good ones and the bad ones.
I am not: worried about losing Theo Epstein. Psshht.
I dance: with my shoulders. Someone pointed that out once and I always thought that was a weird thing to point out.
I sing: bad love songs/80’s rock/old school rap with my bug to make each other laugh.
I do not always: let my guard down.
I should not: worry so much.
I am: going to anyway!
I love: puppy-dogs.
I write: to let it out and make sense of it all.I also fear: scary movies.
I win: at spelling.
I lose: at math.
I listen: to reason when my heart doesn’t get in the way.
I am glad that: my friends all rock.
I am happy about: all of the wee ones that just arrived into my life.
I am obsessed with: tweezers.
I should be: paying attention!
I want: to rock out.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
brownies
The dream was shortlived. Closed-toe shoes with brown socks - so you could argue that I haven't completely given in.
Friday, October 07, 2005
a good sick day...
... is one where you nap in your love bug's arms all day, eat all the junk you want because it's all you can taste, catch a couple talk shows you always miss due to your 9-5, take an evening stroll around the island with two of your best chiquitas who were also home sick and then wind down with a little Sex and the City. Oh, and the buzz from the cold meds ain't bad either.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
a blog all of my very own
Tried to start this up once before, but I'm on it for real now. I think. I hope! I've been slacking in the creative department lately and it's starting to hurt the squishy place inside. So back on it!
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