Every so often, the First Alert System gets tested. They tell you it is just a test. They then tell you that this alert system will alert you to things of danger.
It went off last night.
Scared the living shit out of me.
I had just gone to bed, turned on the classical music channel and was minding my own business when the horrible sound emitted from the radio and scared me to death.
I know I've lived here for over a year, but I don't know where anything is save Anchorage, Palmer, Homer, Eagle River, Wasilla, and Fairbanks. Oh, and I kind of know where Barrow is, but other than that, I've got no clue. So, as the guy was reading off the tsuami warmings for the state, I was like OMG. WFT? Then he said the wave would his Seward at....
And he got CUT OFF. WFT?
I have no clue where Seward is. I just know it's a highway.
So I took to Twitter. Why did I take to Twitter? Because the Internet and I do not get along. I scrolled through Twitter for a moment then tried to find something on the Internet.
It failed. I could not find out WHERE in Alaska the thing was going to hit. All I knew was that from downtown you can see water. And it connects to the ocean at some point. After a half hour of searching, I finally got smart and searched ALASKA on Twitter and thank god for the people of Twitter. It took me only maybe 5 minutes of scrolling to get the actual alert the guy had been reading. I then used Google Maps and found all the places. I then searched ANCHORAGE on Twitter and found people stating that Anchorage was safe due to how far inland we are and how high above sea level we are. Or something along those lines. By this point, it was one am in the morning. And I was wide awake.
I shut my iPhone off and contemplated getting up and taking to the actual internet on the computer, but just stayed in bed. I got up at seven and watched the "Today Show" which I could not figure out if they were live or an hour behind. They kept saying the wave was going to hit CA on Alaska time, not an hour ahead like it should have been. I think they were live...an hour before the station was playing it. I couldn't tell. I then sat through all of Obama's press conference. Then I realized I should go buy fruit, so I did that.
I did not exercise today, as I am kind of zombie like, seeing I got like maybe three or four hours of actual sleep.
11 March 2011
08 March 2011
Crumble
How do make a kick ass crumble:
Ingredients:
Find some fruit to fill a small glass baking pan. Does not truly matter what fruit you use. Apples, pears, blueberries, strawberries...anything works except maybe oranges. Or a grapefruit. I tend to use apples and rhubarb when it randomly appears in my backyard. Not together, apples and rhubarb, but separately. Today, I'm going to use Apples and Blueberries.
1/2 stick of butter (doesn't matter what sort of butter. I use the fake stuff because it's cheap and "better" for you. Might need more butter if the topping is too dry.)
Spices (just dump these on to your liking and use whatever you think goes with your fruit.)
1/2 box of yellow cake mix.
Oatmeal (will just sprinkle to your liking)
1. Okay, so find some fruit.
(I found Apples and Blueberries.)
2. Preheat the oven to 350. Find glass baking dish.
3. Locate a knife and cutting board. Cut up fruit if needed.
(I cut up the apple. I did not cut the blueberries.)
4. Toss everything into a glass dish (size 9X9 or something along that).
5. Sprinkle said fruit in dish with some sort of spices (could use cinnamon, ginger, cloves, cardamon, all spice, etc.)
(I put ginger and cardamon all over my fruit.)
6. Find the oatmeal and sprinkle over the top of the fruit.
7. Cut a stick of butter in half. Get a microwave safe mixing bowl and put the butter in it. Put it bowl and butter into the microwave. (Soften the butter. Don't MELT IT. 10 or 15 seconds works.)
8. Dump half the box of cake mix onto softened butter.
9. Dump some more spices into the cake mix. If you want, add some vanilla.
10. Find a fork (Forks are the best) and mix together the cake mix and butter. If you MELT butter, this step becomes kind of...off. Too much melted butter will result in a cake mix like substance, not the crumbly mixture you want. Doesn't matter, as it all tastes the same. But I find its easier to work with the crumbly stuff. If it's too dry, add more melted butter. JUST A LITTLE. Not too much, or you'll end up with cake mix.
11. After it's mixed together, lick the fork. Put fork in dishwasher or wherever you store dirty dishes.
12. Using your hands, pick up clumps of cake mixture and crumble over the oats and fruit.
13. After the topping is on, add some more oatmeal.
14. Stick it into the preheated oven. Bake until the fruit is bubbling and the topping looks baked. Usually this takes roughly about 30 to 35 minutes, depending on how lame ones oven is.
And WHALA. You have a yummy desert. Or fruit product to eat.
And this is why Martha Stewart and I do not get along. When I make this it always turns out prefect because I just DUMP and there is little measuring. The only thing I "measure" is the butter. But only because I cut it in half where it tells me the half point is located. I eye ball everything else.
Update on GET YOUR BUTT IN GEAR:
Day Eight: Took day off.
Day Nine: Hiked. For how long, I do not know. For how far, I do not know. But we hiked through the Chugack Mountains around the Hillside Trail System or something. It was sunny and hot. Yeah, you read that right: SUNNY AND HOT. It was like 28 degrees down in Anchorage, but up on the sunny mountain it was almost 40 degrees. Except in the shade. But when we got back in our car it was 39 degrees. And we were both only wearing fleeces. And Basil was HOT. Black puppy in the boiling sun. But she was a happy hot puppy. She LOVES snow and walking and running, so she was thrilled. Plus, she's getting a lot better about meeting other dogs on the trails. She no longer gets so excited she freaks the other dogs out. She always says HI, but doesn't say HI MY NAME IS BASIL LOVE ME PLAY WITH ME LOVE ME PLAY WITH ME LOVE ME HI MY NAME IS BASIL! I AM A PUPPY!
Like the other dogs couldn't tell.
Day Ten: Did 20 minutes of walking.
Day 11: Will do another 20 minutes of walking.
And so ends the update.
Ingredients:
Find some fruit to fill a small glass baking pan. Does not truly matter what fruit you use. Apples, pears, blueberries, strawberries...anything works except maybe oranges. Or a grapefruit. I tend to use apples and rhubarb when it randomly appears in my backyard. Not together, apples and rhubarb, but separately. Today, I'm going to use Apples and Blueberries.
1/2 stick of butter (doesn't matter what sort of butter. I use the fake stuff because it's cheap and "better" for you. Might need more butter if the topping is too dry.)
Spices (just dump these on to your liking and use whatever you think goes with your fruit.)
1/2 box of yellow cake mix.
Oatmeal (will just sprinkle to your liking)
1. Okay, so find some fruit.
(I found Apples and Blueberries.)
2. Preheat the oven to 350. Find glass baking dish.
3. Locate a knife and cutting board. Cut up fruit if needed.
(I cut up the apple. I did not cut the blueberries.)
4. Toss everything into a glass dish (size 9X9 or something along that).
5. Sprinkle said fruit in dish with some sort of spices (could use cinnamon, ginger, cloves, cardamon, all spice, etc.)
(I put ginger and cardamon all over my fruit.)
6. Find the oatmeal and sprinkle over the top of the fruit.
7. Cut a stick of butter in half. Get a microwave safe mixing bowl and put the butter in it. Put it bowl and butter into the microwave. (Soften the butter. Don't MELT IT. 10 or 15 seconds works.)
8. Dump half the box of cake mix onto softened butter.
9. Dump some more spices into the cake mix. If you want, add some vanilla.
10. Find a fork (Forks are the best) and mix together the cake mix and butter. If you MELT butter, this step becomes kind of...off. Too much melted butter will result in a cake mix like substance, not the crumbly mixture you want. Doesn't matter, as it all tastes the same. But I find its easier to work with the crumbly stuff. If it's too dry, add more melted butter. JUST A LITTLE. Not too much, or you'll end up with cake mix.
11. After it's mixed together, lick the fork. Put fork in dishwasher or wherever you store dirty dishes.
12. Using your hands, pick up clumps of cake mixture and crumble over the oats and fruit.
13. After the topping is on, add some more oatmeal.
14. Stick it into the preheated oven. Bake until the fruit is bubbling and the topping looks baked. Usually this takes roughly about 30 to 35 minutes, depending on how lame ones oven is.
And WHALA. You have a yummy desert. Or fruit product to eat.
And this is why Martha Stewart and I do not get along. When I make this it always turns out prefect because I just DUMP and there is little measuring. The only thing I "measure" is the butter. But only because I cut it in half where it tells me the half point is located. I eye ball everything else.
Update on GET YOUR BUTT IN GEAR:
Day Eight: Took day off.
Day Nine: Hiked. For how long, I do not know. For how far, I do not know. But we hiked through the Chugack Mountains around the Hillside Trail System or something. It was sunny and hot. Yeah, you read that right: SUNNY AND HOT. It was like 28 degrees down in Anchorage, but up on the sunny mountain it was almost 40 degrees. Except in the shade. But when we got back in our car it was 39 degrees. And we were both only wearing fleeces. And Basil was HOT. Black puppy in the boiling sun. But she was a happy hot puppy. She LOVES snow and walking and running, so she was thrilled. Plus, she's getting a lot better about meeting other dogs on the trails. She no longer gets so excited she freaks the other dogs out. She always says HI, but doesn't say HI MY NAME IS BASIL LOVE ME PLAY WITH ME LOVE ME PLAY WITH ME LOVE ME HI MY NAME IS BASIL! I AM A PUPPY!
Like the other dogs couldn't tell.
Day Ten: Did 20 minutes of walking.
Day 11: Will do another 20 minutes of walking.
And so ends the update.
03 March 2011
I gotta whole lotta things
Operation Jeans Update:
Day Six: Was loopy.
Day Seven: Did two miles. Well, kinda. About half way through my feet began to sear with pain, I had to stop and fiddle with my shoes. Now, my thighs hurt. I might have over did the knee lifts...
Day Six of Operation Jeans was a total bust because I took Excedrin and Zyrtec, which for some unknown reason leaves me feeling loopy and kinda outta of my mind. I can't seem to do anything that requires any thought and if I do, it ends up going wrong. So, usually, on days I have to take the two drugs together, nothing gets done.
Nothing also seems to get done when Pilot Boy is home. The kitchen exploded again. He's yet to explode all over the bedroom, but that is only due to the fact he still has not unpacked his bag.
This weekend I plan to clean out closets. We've only been in this house for a year and two things have happened: We've filled the closets and we still haven't unpacked everything. Which is partly why the closets are full. We need some spring cleaning STAT.
I went to the Gap today and tried on the jeans I've been lusting after online. They were...disappointing. They did not fit how I imagined or wished and they were kind of sagging in the rear area. NOT A GOOD THING PEOPLE. I think I might just order the jeans I have in regulars and hem them so I can wear heels. I really wanted an easy fit, kinda wide flare jean. In a lighter color than the ones I have (which also go saggy in the butt, but if you do not use fabric softener and put them in the dryer and put it on high, then they hold their shape a bit longer). Alas, I think my dream jeans are not in production. I also need to go through the jeans I have and get rid of the ones I can a) not longer get over my knee and b) no longer button.
Well, that's it. Good bye.
Day Six: Was loopy.
Day Seven: Did two miles. Well, kinda. About half way through my feet began to sear with pain, I had to stop and fiddle with my shoes. Now, my thighs hurt. I might have over did the knee lifts...
Day Six of Operation Jeans was a total bust because I took Excedrin and Zyrtec, which for some unknown reason leaves me feeling loopy and kinda outta of my mind. I can't seem to do anything that requires any thought and if I do, it ends up going wrong. So, usually, on days I have to take the two drugs together, nothing gets done.
Nothing also seems to get done when Pilot Boy is home. The kitchen exploded again. He's yet to explode all over the bedroom, but that is only due to the fact he still has not unpacked his bag.
This weekend I plan to clean out closets. We've only been in this house for a year and two things have happened: We've filled the closets and we still haven't unpacked everything. Which is partly why the closets are full. We need some spring cleaning STAT.
I went to the Gap today and tried on the jeans I've been lusting after online. They were...disappointing. They did not fit how I imagined or wished and they were kind of sagging in the rear area. NOT A GOOD THING PEOPLE. I think I might just order the jeans I have in regulars and hem them so I can wear heels. I really wanted an easy fit, kinda wide flare jean. In a lighter color than the ones I have (which also go saggy in the butt, but if you do not use fabric softener and put them in the dryer and put it on high, then they hold their shape a bit longer). Alas, I think my dream jeans are not in production. I also need to go through the jeans I have and get rid of the ones I can a) not longer get over my knee and b) no longer button.
Well, that's it. Good bye.
28 February 2011
Insert Something Here
Operation Jeans Day Three, Four, Five....
Day Three: Woke by Pilot Boy at 4.30. Was talked at by Pilot Boy at 5:20 am as he realized he had gotten up too early and didn't know what to do. Got up. Two hours later, fell asleep to the History Channel International and had strange dreams about moving grain silos and the Di Medici brothers. Woke up at nine am and had issues doing anything productive all day long. Felt like I was in a fog. Fell over.
Day Four: Woke up at nine. Decided not to exercise because I was going to clean house. Three hours later, I decided it was stupid of me to rearrange two rooms that day (guest room and family room). Moving heavy objects was my work out.
Day Five: did 20 minutes and felt very work outy.
There.
I updated.
I've had "Singin' In the Rain" in my head for days. More than likely because its sunny. After I watched the Oscars (the first time since college), I was like, "I'm going to watch Singin' In the Rain because I can." So I watched it and it was brilliant. Except that one part where Gene Kelly dances for like a half hour straight and it really has nothing to do with the movie. But this is a common feature of Gene Kelly movies. I think the worst one was in American in Paris. I seriously fell asleep during the half hour long dance monologue. The one in On The Town also kind of annoying, as it lacked anyone else from the movie and felt kind of odd. The only Gene Kelly Dance Monologue that did not annoy me was in "Summer Stock." It KINDA made sense in that movie. I didn't make it through The Pirate...I bet there was one in there. I mean, I think I made it through, but by the time I watched that one, I think when I realized it was a Gene Kelly Dance Monologue, I'd leave the room. Or go do something. And For Me and My Gal...I don't think they'd discovered Gene Kelly Dance Monologues yet, as that was his first movie and Judy Garland was the star of that. Not Gene Kelly.
Fred Astaire movies never had these dumb dance monologues either. The dancing in his movies always seemed to FIT. Well, the one movies I actually watched that had Fred Astaire in it...Shall We Dance. I think that is the only movie I watched that had Fred in it last summer when I went through my old movie phase. I tapped Swing Time but I got bored. Like all the movies based off of "classic" books. I died a slow death when I watched Withering Heights. I don't think I made it to the end either. Like....that one with the kid....
Well, I am going to go check on my laundry and then go back to editing away my life.
Day Three: Woke by Pilot Boy at 4.30. Was talked at by Pilot Boy at 5:20 am as he realized he had gotten up too early and didn't know what to do. Got up. Two hours later, fell asleep to the History Channel International and had strange dreams about moving grain silos and the Di Medici brothers. Woke up at nine am and had issues doing anything productive all day long. Felt like I was in a fog. Fell over.
Day Four: Woke up at nine. Decided not to exercise because I was going to clean house. Three hours later, I decided it was stupid of me to rearrange two rooms that day (guest room and family room). Moving heavy objects was my work out.
Day Five: did 20 minutes and felt very work outy.
There.
I updated.
I've had "Singin' In the Rain" in my head for days. More than likely because its sunny. After I watched the Oscars (the first time since college), I was like, "I'm going to watch Singin' In the Rain because I can." So I watched it and it was brilliant. Except that one part where Gene Kelly dances for like a half hour straight and it really has nothing to do with the movie. But this is a common feature of Gene Kelly movies. I think the worst one was in American in Paris. I seriously fell asleep during the half hour long dance monologue. The one in On The Town also kind of annoying, as it lacked anyone else from the movie and felt kind of odd. The only Gene Kelly Dance Monologue that did not annoy me was in "Summer Stock." It KINDA made sense in that movie. I didn't make it through The Pirate...I bet there was one in there. I mean, I think I made it through, but by the time I watched that one, I think when I realized it was a Gene Kelly Dance Monologue, I'd leave the room. Or go do something. And For Me and My Gal...I don't think they'd discovered Gene Kelly Dance Monologues yet, as that was his first movie and Judy Garland was the star of that. Not Gene Kelly.
Fred Astaire movies never had these dumb dance monologues either. The dancing in his movies always seemed to FIT. Well, the one movies I actually watched that had Fred Astaire in it...Shall We Dance. I think that is the only movie I watched that had Fred in it last summer when I went through my old movie phase. I tapped Swing Time but I got bored. Like all the movies based off of "classic" books. I died a slow death when I watched Withering Heights. I don't think I made it to the end either. Like....that one with the kid....
Well, I am going to go check on my laundry and then go back to editing away my life.
25 February 2011
Operation Jeans Day Two
Workout did not occur as early as I wanted because...I....lost...a...button. And had to go to the dentist to get a new one.
Does that sound like an odd sentence? If not, read it again: I lost a button and had to go to the dentist to get a new one.
And by button I mean this little thing that holds my Invisalign braces to my teeth.
Anyways, since I forgot the things I needed to run errands as I ran out the door with my curly, frizzy hair in a pony tail and minimal makeup on, I came back and I did another mile with Leslie. Today went much as it went yesterday. Only I don't feel as...worky outy.
I ate okay yesterday. No snacks and only one oatmeal cookies. Tragically, I think the TARDIS cookie jar makes my cookies...kinda stale soft. Total sad face. :(
Well, that is it for Operation Jeans Day Two.
In other news, they plowed our street so its more than one lane again. The whole things seems so wide...its kind of crazy. I forgot how wide the street was in the first place. And someday, there might be a sidewalk again!
In Purse News: Got some brightly colored denim. Totally excited for bright, spring colors! I almost burst when I came home and was like NOW WHAT DO MAKE! I've been trying to decide if I should break into new designs, but decided to just use the ones I have and just make them cross body. Simple.
Also, thinking about doing a giveaway. With gently used purses, as I don't know what to do with the ones I test out. I have like a million purses that I've used like maybe two or three times at test purses. They are in good shape, but have a small flaw or something. I don't know anyone to give them away to, as they are FINE. Except the one I tired the magnet on the first time. It fell apart. But the one I was carrying these past few weeks has nothing wrong other than the snap is on backwards. I bet no one can tell except me.
Well, there is your news. Come back tomorrow. As it'll look the same (if I remember to update. It will be Saturday...)
Does that sound like an odd sentence? If not, read it again: I lost a button and had to go to the dentist to get a new one.
And by button I mean this little thing that holds my Invisalign braces to my teeth.
Anyways, since I forgot the things I needed to run errands as I ran out the door with my curly, frizzy hair in a pony tail and minimal makeup on, I came back and I did another mile with Leslie. Today went much as it went yesterday. Only I don't feel as...worky outy.
I ate okay yesterday. No snacks and only one oatmeal cookies. Tragically, I think the TARDIS cookie jar makes my cookies...kinda stale soft. Total sad face. :(
Well, that is it for Operation Jeans Day Two.
In other news, they plowed our street so its more than one lane again. The whole things seems so wide...its kind of crazy. I forgot how wide the street was in the first place. And someday, there might be a sidewalk again!
In Purse News: Got some brightly colored denim. Totally excited for bright, spring colors! I almost burst when I came home and was like NOW WHAT DO MAKE! I've been trying to decide if I should break into new designs, but decided to just use the ones I have and just make them cross body. Simple.
Also, thinking about doing a giveaway. With gently used purses, as I don't know what to do with the ones I test out. I have like a million purses that I've used like maybe two or three times at test purses. They are in good shape, but have a small flaw or something. I don't know anyone to give them away to, as they are FINE. Except the one I tired the magnet on the first time. It fell apart. But the one I was carrying these past few weeks has nothing wrong other than the snap is on backwards. I bet no one can tell except me.
Well, there is your news. Come back tomorrow. As it'll look the same (if I remember to update. It will be Saturday...)
24 February 2011
Operation Jeans Day One
So, I worked out.
So, GO ME.
I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I can't remember if I said I was going to get up early (I didn't) but I did do the 20 minute, 1 mile walk on Walk Away the Pounds. I used to do this video a lot when I was working. It took 20 minutes and I got a mile in. I'd do it after dinner, before I took my nightly shower. I never felt like I was getting a good work out when I was 22, as I was never winded or sweaty when I was done. My half hour on the elliptical I did when i worked at the bank was better, but after working 8 hour days doing mindless computer work, I couldn't handle getting on the elliptical. So I'd just do this 20 minute walk. It is totally mindless at times. At times it's not because you have to pay attention because you're moving your arms and legs in "non" walking ways.
First, there are side steps. What are those? You step side to side to the beat of the music. Then, the leg lifts, which are like...extreme marching. They really work your butt and abs, but are killer on knees. Especially when you're holding 2 pound weights. (Which I did not do today because 1. I am out of shape and 2. I have no clue where they went when I moved here. I have the 5 pound ones, but those are too heavy.) I like the kick backs the most, which is the side step where you kick your leg backwards. The last thing are kicks, which you just kick forward. I like those too. I like kicking.
By the time I was finished with this 1 mile "walk" I was winded, my heart was beating faster and I was sweaty. Either I had the heat on too high or I am SUPER out of shape. Or it was the fact during the first half mile I couldn't actually breath out of both nostrils as my Zyrtec didn't kick in till after a half mile. I can breathe now, thankyouverymuch.
I feel like I got a good work out. Which is a change from when I used to do this video. I will do it again tomorrow. Because, I said three days this week and there are only two days left this week. Oops.
Now, in order to loose my middle, I also need to alter my diet. I'm not good at this, I admit. I've tried "eating healthy." I have tried counting calories. I have tried eating only at meals. I've tried eating small meals five times a day. None of that worked. Counting calories drove me nuts. And I began to cheat. I also cheat when I write down what I eat daily. The only thing that really "worked" was when I did the "yoga diet" over the summer.
What was this?
I bought this book called the "yoga diet." Which told you to eat two large meals and one smaller one. Eat around the same time each day and drink warm water. And do yoga. It also gave recipes and basically said to eat organic.
I didn't do the organic part. I couldn't find half the thing listed in the book for the recipes, but I worked with what I had. This was how I learned to make Thai Pad. My own way. I ate that a lot over the summer. I tried to eat smaller meals and not stack on high sugar items. I also never bought these things or juice. I had orange juice, but that was all I drank. I also drank soy milk for most of the summer, till I decided I hated it, and went to Oragnic Milk, which DOES taste different than Regular milk.
Then Pilot Boy came home and my whole diet went to pot. Why? He likes snacks. He buys them. He likes meat. He makes the dinner because he thought I was weird. He also makes fun of me for drinking hot water (that habit stuck. I LIKE IT.) And he drinks too much OJ and milk to buy organic stuff. Seriously, he like inhales OJ. So, when he came home, I began counting calories. That lasted till the holidays when I just gave up.
My problem also is that I like baking. I love cookies. I love crumbles, and I love cake. And I like making these items. On the yoga diet, I made a lot of crumbles and I tried to make pancakes. (They were HORRIBLE.) When I was counting calories, I did an extra lot of stair climbing to burn off my goodies.
I also love cheese.
Anyways, I have yet to decide what I am going to do for the whole "diet" part of this Operation Jeans. I'm pretty good at eating three meals a day. I'm pretty good if I am busy not snacking. I'm bad at eating meals at the same time daily. Very bad. I also tend to not eat dinner...when Pilot Boy is gone. Because I kind of just give up by the end of the day because....I hate cooking. Mostly because when you cook, you use pans and unlike mixing bowls, those cannot be tossed in the dish washer.
I will drink warm water. And I will try to eat more veggies and fruits (I'm very bad at this. Mostly because I don't like many veggies and I don't like buying fruit. I don't know why. I just hate buying fruit.) Maybe this will help? Balanced meals? I suck at those too.
Well, need to do something besides walk one mile, sit through an earthquake and have a dream where all these snow melted over night.
So, GO ME.
I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I can't remember if I said I was going to get up early (I didn't) but I did do the 20 minute, 1 mile walk on Walk Away the Pounds. I used to do this video a lot when I was working. It took 20 minutes and I got a mile in. I'd do it after dinner, before I took my nightly shower. I never felt like I was getting a good work out when I was 22, as I was never winded or sweaty when I was done. My half hour on the elliptical I did when i worked at the bank was better, but after working 8 hour days doing mindless computer work, I couldn't handle getting on the elliptical. So I'd just do this 20 minute walk. It is totally mindless at times. At times it's not because you have to pay attention because you're moving your arms and legs in "non" walking ways.
First, there are side steps. What are those? You step side to side to the beat of the music. Then, the leg lifts, which are like...extreme marching. They really work your butt and abs, but are killer on knees. Especially when you're holding 2 pound weights. (Which I did not do today because 1. I am out of shape and 2. I have no clue where they went when I moved here. I have the 5 pound ones, but those are too heavy.) I like the kick backs the most, which is the side step where you kick your leg backwards. The last thing are kicks, which you just kick forward. I like those too. I like kicking.
By the time I was finished with this 1 mile "walk" I was winded, my heart was beating faster and I was sweaty. Either I had the heat on too high or I am SUPER out of shape. Or it was the fact during the first half mile I couldn't actually breath out of both nostrils as my Zyrtec didn't kick in till after a half mile. I can breathe now, thankyouverymuch.
I feel like I got a good work out. Which is a change from when I used to do this video. I will do it again tomorrow. Because, I said three days this week and there are only two days left this week. Oops.
Now, in order to loose my middle, I also need to alter my diet. I'm not good at this, I admit. I've tried "eating healthy." I have tried counting calories. I have tried eating only at meals. I've tried eating small meals five times a day. None of that worked. Counting calories drove me nuts. And I began to cheat. I also cheat when I write down what I eat daily. The only thing that really "worked" was when I did the "yoga diet" over the summer.
What was this?
I bought this book called the "yoga diet." Which told you to eat two large meals and one smaller one. Eat around the same time each day and drink warm water. And do yoga. It also gave recipes and basically said to eat organic.
I didn't do the organic part. I couldn't find half the thing listed in the book for the recipes, but I worked with what I had. This was how I learned to make Thai Pad. My own way. I ate that a lot over the summer. I tried to eat smaller meals and not stack on high sugar items. I also never bought these things or juice. I had orange juice, but that was all I drank. I also drank soy milk for most of the summer, till I decided I hated it, and went to Oragnic Milk, which DOES taste different than Regular milk.
Then Pilot Boy came home and my whole diet went to pot. Why? He likes snacks. He buys them. He likes meat. He makes the dinner because he thought I was weird. He also makes fun of me for drinking hot water (that habit stuck. I LIKE IT.) And he drinks too much OJ and milk to buy organic stuff. Seriously, he like inhales OJ. So, when he came home, I began counting calories. That lasted till the holidays when I just gave up.
My problem also is that I like baking. I love cookies. I love crumbles, and I love cake. And I like making these items. On the yoga diet, I made a lot of crumbles and I tried to make pancakes. (They were HORRIBLE.) When I was counting calories, I did an extra lot of stair climbing to burn off my goodies.
I also love cheese.
Anyways, I have yet to decide what I am going to do for the whole "diet" part of this Operation Jeans. I'm pretty good at eating three meals a day. I'm pretty good if I am busy not snacking. I'm bad at eating meals at the same time daily. Very bad. I also tend to not eat dinner...when Pilot Boy is gone. Because I kind of just give up by the end of the day because....I hate cooking. Mostly because when you cook, you use pans and unlike mixing bowls, those cannot be tossed in the dish washer.
I will drink warm water. And I will try to eat more veggies and fruits (I'm very bad at this. Mostly because I don't like many veggies and I don't like buying fruit. I don't know why. I just hate buying fruit.) Maybe this will help? Balanced meals? I suck at those too.
Well, need to do something besides walk one mile, sit through an earthquake and have a dream where all these snow melted over night.
23 February 2011
Loud and Clear Jeans, I HEAR YOU.
Hey. I have been here a year.
And once again, I'm ten pounds heavier.
So, all the weight I managed to shed this summer returned. Blast you winter hibernation.....
So, once again, I am standing here wondering why none of my jeans fit right. Damn jeans. Why can't you just grow along with me?
I do not want to buy new jeans. I hate buying new jeans. Or anything for my bottom half. I like shirts. And shoes. Oh, those go on your bottom half. Well, I like shoes and socks, but anything between my waist and my ankles, I dislike buying things for. Hence why I have a billion shirts. And shoes.
Handbags always fit. That is why I make them. They always fit.
Anyways, since I hate the gym here with a flaming passion, I can't run to save my life (seriously, if I had to run to save my life, I'd die. Because I cannot run), and it is always cold and no one plows around here, I think I'll have to start doing those Walk Away The Pound DVDs my mom gave to me because she didn't like them. The only downside to them, the last time I religiously used them (Before I got married), my knees always hurt. Between walking two miles a day to the court hours (YAY CONRAD!) and then walking away the pounds at night, my knees were killing me. Then I bought new shoes that were too small (DAMN YOU NIKE!). Anyways, I have good shoes now...my knees haven't hurt when I do workout here, so I guess they still have some way to go...
Why am I telling you this? Because, I am going to try something new to maybe keep myself going. Every day I manage to work out, I'm totally going to post and tell you. If I fail to do this at least three times a week, please yell at me. Because while I hate gyms, if I work out with others, I am more apt to do it. (Like in college! E made me go. Someone was COUNTING on me. I think I was simply broken in the Dirt Hole when I managed to go to the gym three days a week.) So, tomorrow, I plan to put my fancy work out clothes on and Walk Away The Pounds for one mile (20 minutes). We'll work up from there because....I....am....out...of...shape. But at least sometimes I can breathe.
Goals: Fit into Jeans Right. There that is my goal. No weight goal, just FIT INTO JEANS goal. Well, I can fit into them, I just can't breathe properly for the first hour they are on my butt. My goal is to fit into jeans. Or pants. I do wear other things other than jeans. My mini skirts are still fit...and might not be too big...I haven't worn them in awhile. IT IS COLD. It needs to be at least 30 to wear a mini skirt.
So GO! (You can workout too. And then tell me if you want. Or not. BUT I AM TELLING YOU.)
And once again, I'm ten pounds heavier.
So, all the weight I managed to shed this summer returned. Blast you winter hibernation.....
So, once again, I am standing here wondering why none of my jeans fit right. Damn jeans. Why can't you just grow along with me?
I do not want to buy new jeans. I hate buying new jeans. Or anything for my bottom half. I like shirts. And shoes. Oh, those go on your bottom half. Well, I like shoes and socks, but anything between my waist and my ankles, I dislike buying things for. Hence why I have a billion shirts. And shoes.
Handbags always fit. That is why I make them. They always fit.
Anyways, since I hate the gym here with a flaming passion, I can't run to save my life (seriously, if I had to run to save my life, I'd die. Because I cannot run), and it is always cold and no one plows around here, I think I'll have to start doing those Walk Away The Pound DVDs my mom gave to me because she didn't like them. The only downside to them, the last time I religiously used them (Before I got married), my knees always hurt. Between walking two miles a day to the court hours (YAY CONRAD!) and then walking away the pounds at night, my knees were killing me. Then I bought new shoes that were too small (DAMN YOU NIKE!). Anyways, I have good shoes now...my knees haven't hurt when I do workout here, so I guess they still have some way to go...
Why am I telling you this? Because, I am going to try something new to maybe keep myself going. Every day I manage to work out, I'm totally going to post and tell you. If I fail to do this at least three times a week, please yell at me. Because while I hate gyms, if I work out with others, I am more apt to do it. (Like in college! E made me go. Someone was COUNTING on me. I think I was simply broken in the Dirt Hole when I managed to go to the gym three days a week.) So, tomorrow, I plan to put my fancy work out clothes on and Walk Away The Pounds for one mile (20 minutes). We'll work up from there because....I....am....out...of...shape. But at least sometimes I can breathe.
Goals: Fit into Jeans Right. There that is my goal. No weight goal, just FIT INTO JEANS goal. Well, I can fit into them, I just can't breathe properly for the first hour they are on my butt. My goal is to fit into jeans. Or pants. I do wear other things other than jeans. My mini skirts are still fit...and might not be too big...I haven't worn them in awhile. IT IS COLD. It needs to be at least 30 to wear a mini skirt.
So GO! (You can workout too. And then tell me if you want. Or not. BUT I AM TELLING YOU.)
14 February 2011
I Like Rain
So, its 14 Feb. Last year, I was somewhere in Canada. I have no idea where I was, but I know for a fact we were travelling on this day last year.
Last year my husband gave me a mug for V-day. I didn't give him anything. I told him not to buy me anything, but he NEVER listens.
I liked Valentines day till I got to junior high. In sixth grade there was no making boxes for cards, no party, no requirement to bring little pieces of cardboard to hand out. Thus, by the time I got through 8th grade, Valentines days was just another day as far as I was concerned. No one every gave me a card in junior high. I did not have any friends throughout most of junior high who would think about the silent girl with the glasses and braces. So, I was like, "Whatever."
Once I got to high school, I never once did anything remotely romantic on Valentines day. I don't remember any presents or anything. I kind of thought it was dumb, and it usually made me kind of cranky when everyone was walking around in red, hearts were everywhere and everyone was giggling. This was also why I hated spring with a flaming passion till I was 22. Valentines day began the "spring fever." What is that? It is when people "get together." Everyone holds hands, people make out in the halls, etc. It annoyed me to no end, even when I had a boyfriend. Till I met Pilot Boy and I became one of those people that annoyed me. And TRUST ME, I annoyed myself.
When I was a freshman in college, I had a boyfriend for Valentines days. I didn't really like him any more, and I did not want him to come up, he but was kind of sappy and thought Valentines Day was a big deal. So he showed up and we had a fight and I thought we broke up. I didn't feel upset by the whole breaking up (his throwing things at me upset me more). Anyways, after he finally left, I took a shower, put my face on, and met B, C and M for dinner. I was never in my life so thankful to have friends. I am totally serious. I ended up watching Disney movies all night.
The next time I had a boyfriend for Valentines Day, it was the last day I ever saw him.
When I was a senior in college, I had no boy on the actual V-Day, but someone sent a red ball to my house. Yeah, it was a red rubber ball, that said Happy Valentines Day from You Know Who.
I did not know who. I had no clue. And there was no way to trace it in the least. My mom had seen the balls on a news story the day before and was more than surprised to see a ball arrive at her house for me, while I was at college. She sent me an email to inform me it had arrived. I asked everyone I knew if they had sent it to me (confused on my they would not mail to my box at school). No one knew what the hell I was talking about. When I went home the next time, my mother showed it to me, and I had no clue who had sent it. But my mother and I had a pretty good idea who would do something along these lines.
I made a big point when I met Pilot Boy that I didn't like Valentines Day. I also told him I hated flowers. He kind of stared at me. But, to his credit, he's only given me a flower once that was alive. He gave me a black plastic rose and a plant. Yeah, he gave me a plant when I had my appendix out. And he gave me a rose...I can't remember why. But I remember not being upset in the least when he handed it to me and apologized for giving it to me, but he felt like I needed a rose. I took it home, put it in a vase and it lived FOREVER. I am serious. It lived forever.
I do not think he got me anything when we lived in the Dirt Hole for V-Day, and our first V-Day as a couple he gave me an antique bracelet from WWII that was made for girls who had pilot boyfriend. I wear it daily. I had told him not to buy me anything, as I wanted to go to this fancy restaurant in St. Louis for dinner. So I had not gotten him anything. He woke me up that morning and said, "Do you want your gift now or later?"
So, I ran around town all day trying to find him something. I failed. He got a handmade card and a box of chocolate and I felt like total shit when he handed me the bracelet. Kind of like when he handed me the Queen Elizabeth II Jubilee mug while we were in Canada. I was like, God, I suck.
This year, we both got our presents early. I got him a new black backpack and he got me a TARDIS Cookie jar.
Last year my husband gave me a mug for V-day. I didn't give him anything. I told him not to buy me anything, but he NEVER listens.
I liked Valentines day till I got to junior high. In sixth grade there was no making boxes for cards, no party, no requirement to bring little pieces of cardboard to hand out. Thus, by the time I got through 8th grade, Valentines days was just another day as far as I was concerned. No one every gave me a card in junior high. I did not have any friends throughout most of junior high who would think about the silent girl with the glasses and braces. So, I was like, "Whatever."
Once I got to high school, I never once did anything remotely romantic on Valentines day. I don't remember any presents or anything. I kind of thought it was dumb, and it usually made me kind of cranky when everyone was walking around in red, hearts were everywhere and everyone was giggling. This was also why I hated spring with a flaming passion till I was 22. Valentines day began the "spring fever." What is that? It is when people "get together." Everyone holds hands, people make out in the halls, etc. It annoyed me to no end, even when I had a boyfriend. Till I met Pilot Boy and I became one of those people that annoyed me. And TRUST ME, I annoyed myself.
When I was a freshman in college, I had a boyfriend for Valentines days. I didn't really like him any more, and I did not want him to come up, he but was kind of sappy and thought Valentines Day was a big deal. So he showed up and we had a fight and I thought we broke up. I didn't feel upset by the whole breaking up (his throwing things at me upset me more). Anyways, after he finally left, I took a shower, put my face on, and met B, C and M for dinner. I was never in my life so thankful to have friends. I am totally serious. I ended up watching Disney movies all night.
The next time I had a boyfriend for Valentines Day, it was the last day I ever saw him.
When I was a senior in college, I had no boy on the actual V-Day, but someone sent a red ball to my house. Yeah, it was a red rubber ball, that said Happy Valentines Day from You Know Who.
I did not know who. I had no clue. And there was no way to trace it in the least. My mom had seen the balls on a news story the day before and was more than surprised to see a ball arrive at her house for me, while I was at college. She sent me an email to inform me it had arrived. I asked everyone I knew if they had sent it to me (confused on my they would not mail to my box at school). No one knew what the hell I was talking about. When I went home the next time, my mother showed it to me, and I had no clue who had sent it. But my mother and I had a pretty good idea who would do something along these lines.
I made a big point when I met Pilot Boy that I didn't like Valentines Day. I also told him I hated flowers. He kind of stared at me. But, to his credit, he's only given me a flower once that was alive. He gave me a black plastic rose and a plant. Yeah, he gave me a plant when I had my appendix out. And he gave me a rose...I can't remember why. But I remember not being upset in the least when he handed it to me and apologized for giving it to me, but he felt like I needed a rose. I took it home, put it in a vase and it lived FOREVER. I am serious. It lived forever.
I do not think he got me anything when we lived in the Dirt Hole for V-Day, and our first V-Day as a couple he gave me an antique bracelet from WWII that was made for girls who had pilot boyfriend. I wear it daily. I had told him not to buy me anything, as I wanted to go to this fancy restaurant in St. Louis for dinner. So I had not gotten him anything. He woke me up that morning and said, "Do you want your gift now or later?"
So, I ran around town all day trying to find him something. I failed. He got a handmade card and a box of chocolate and I felt like total shit when he handed me the bracelet. Kind of like when he handed me the Queen Elizabeth II Jubilee mug while we were in Canada. I was like, God, I suck.
This year, we both got our presents early. I got him a new black backpack and he got me a TARDIS Cookie jar.
13 February 2011
Things that made for an interesting weekend...
1. After two days of wearing the same sweater, I discovered it was an x-small size. I stared at it for a long time when I made this discovery, as I haven't worn a x-small since I was in high school, and the sweater was not left over from high school. It made me feel skinny, so I decided it was new favorite sweater.
2. Bark. Bark. Bark. My name is Basil Bea Dog and you will listen to me endlessly bark at nothing.
3. I wore four inch heels to take the trash out. I had forgotten I had put them on when I realized it was five pm and I needed to get the trash out before I forgot. I got to the end of the driveway and though, "Oops. I should have changed my shoes." I almost twisted my knee trying to make my way through two inches of snow on the driveway.
4. It snowed quite a bit this weekend and I don't remember really seeing it snow.
5. I made apple crumble. I then ate it all the next day. I am out of raisins.
6. Suzi's had another recall. Fuel pump and cold temps make for an unhappy Suzi. I am terrified of taking Suzi to the dealer, due from her last encounter with the dealer. But at the same time, I do not want to blow up. Or have Pilot Boy blow up. That'd be bad.
7. I spent over an hour looking for a movie to stream on Netflix. I ended up going to bed because I never found one.
8. I spent all night Friday singing. Kinda like I did a lot of weekend nights my senior year of college. By myself. In my room. Only this time I had Basil Bea staring at me thinking, "God, what is wrong with you? Just go to bed all ready."
9. This weekend I ate an entire bag of Smart Popcorn. If it had been a normal sized bag, this would not be a big deal. It was a family sized bag.
10. I read three books this weekend too. One was so bad, I gave up reading it and just read the end. The other two I read all the way through. Only after I was done with them did I decide I did not like spy novels.
2. Bark. Bark. Bark. My name is Basil Bea Dog and you will listen to me endlessly bark at nothing.
3. I wore four inch heels to take the trash out. I had forgotten I had put them on when I realized it was five pm and I needed to get the trash out before I forgot. I got to the end of the driveway and though, "Oops. I should have changed my shoes." I almost twisted my knee trying to make my way through two inches of snow on the driveway.
4. It snowed quite a bit this weekend and I don't remember really seeing it snow.
5. I made apple crumble. I then ate it all the next day. I am out of raisins.
6. Suzi's had another recall. Fuel pump and cold temps make for an unhappy Suzi. I am terrified of taking Suzi to the dealer, due from her last encounter with the dealer. But at the same time, I do not want to blow up. Or have Pilot Boy blow up. That'd be bad.
7. I spent over an hour looking for a movie to stream on Netflix. I ended up going to bed because I never found one.
8. I spent all night Friday singing. Kinda like I did a lot of weekend nights my senior year of college. By myself. In my room. Only this time I had Basil Bea staring at me thinking, "God, what is wrong with you? Just go to bed all ready."
9. This weekend I ate an entire bag of Smart Popcorn. If it had been a normal sized bag, this would not be a big deal. It was a family sized bag.
10. I read three books this weekend too. One was so bad, I gave up reading it and just read the end. The other two I read all the way through. Only after I was done with them did I decide I did not like spy novels.
09 February 2011
Things I Wish Would Magically Happen...
1. I could spell.
2. I'd get an agent.
3. I'd write something that made sense to more than just me.
4. I had a TARDIS.
5. I'd be able to go to the gym without actually having to drive there.
6. I would like to go running.
7. The dishes would wash themselves.
8. The vacuum would turn into a Dyson.
9. Basil would stop shedding.
10. I no longer had sinus headaches.
None of those things will magically happen.
I was going to take a video of the noise my new TARDIS cookie jar makes, but Pilot Boy ran off with the camcorder. I don't remember why, as he never takes pictures of anything.
2. I'd get an agent.
3. I'd write something that made sense to more than just me.
4. I had a TARDIS.
5. I'd be able to go to the gym without actually having to drive there.
6. I would like to go running.
7. The dishes would wash themselves.
8. The vacuum would turn into a Dyson.
9. Basil would stop shedding.
10. I no longer had sinus headaches.
None of those things will magically happen.
I was going to take a video of the noise my new TARDIS cookie jar makes, but Pilot Boy ran off with the camcorder. I don't remember why, as he never takes pictures of anything.
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