So after taking a two month hiatus from consistently working out, I'm headed back to my usual routine: weights and cardio at LEAST 3 times a week. I blame my hiatus on my "busy schedule." I know, what a lame excuse but it's true. Okay, so it's just an excuse. If I really wanted to work out I would have made time. After all, I do have a membership to a 24 hour facility. But who wants to go burn fat at 11:00 at night? Certainly not I, so I opted to just skip, and in the mean time, the spot on the couch is getting a burning impression of my rear-end...which I blame entirely on my TV addicition. If it weren't for so many dang good shows on TV right now, I wouldn't find the need to sit in front of it nearly 10 hours a week (which will decrease as Idol kicks off more folks). I've finally decided that I'm just going to have to treat working out like an appointment, so that it doesn't get the boot when something better comes along that I want to do.
All that to say this, I have to bribe myself every year to get myself to stay motivated working out. It's not that I want to lose weight. I merely want to burn some fat and tone up for the summer. I have to think of something to buy myself or give myself that I wouldn't just go out and buy myself just because. I have to REALLY want it-hence the bribery. :)
So, this time if I work out at least 3 times a week for four weeks straight, I will reward myself with these super cute sandals. It's really going to be worth it...even if they are 62 bucks. :(
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
To Austin
I just got back from Austin-another work trip. Overall, a good trip, but felt like forever. That was probably because our meeting let out early at noon, so the three of us got to sit in the airport for five hours. That's right, FIVE. HOURS. Ugh. Pretty sure I've mastered the art of Sudoku, as I successfully completed at least 13-some more frustrating than others. ha!
On the flight down there, I witnessed something very funny. We had a very flamboyant flight attendant, who I thought was a hoot. Apparently the grouchy woman and her gripey husband sitting in front of us weren't so impressed with his gimics. She ordered a coffee. He was handing her the styrofoam cup as he was saying "Watch out it's really hot," then proceeded to drop the cup on her...it was empty. I'll admit, I jumped when he dropped it. I really thought it had something in it. She did NOT find it quite so amusing. In fact, she yelled at him, and he spent the next 45 minutes apologizing to her. I felt sorry for him. Why do people have to be so grouchy when they fly? Seriously. He was just having fun.
On the way home, I don't know what we did to deserve the severe punishment that we received. A man sat directly behind us...with MAJOR B.O. I mean, the kind that wreaks so bad you literally throw up in your mouth a little. Or a lot. It was disgusting. We giggled like school children as we put lotion on our hands to sniff to help ease the stinch. For an hour we had to endure that God-awful odor. I feel like throwing up just thinking about it.
It's good to be home...
On the flight down there, I witnessed something very funny. We had a very flamboyant flight attendant, who I thought was a hoot. Apparently the grouchy woman and her gripey husband sitting in front of us weren't so impressed with his gimics. She ordered a coffee. He was handing her the styrofoam cup as he was saying "Watch out it's really hot," then proceeded to drop the cup on her...it was empty. I'll admit, I jumped when he dropped it. I really thought it had something in it. She did NOT find it quite so amusing. In fact, she yelled at him, and he spent the next 45 minutes apologizing to her. I felt sorry for him. Why do people have to be so grouchy when they fly? Seriously. He was just having fun.
On the way home, I don't know what we did to deserve the severe punishment that we received. A man sat directly behind us...with MAJOR B.O. I mean, the kind that wreaks so bad you literally throw up in your mouth a little. Or a lot. It was disgusting. We giggled like school children as we put lotion on our hands to sniff to help ease the stinch. For an hour we had to endure that God-awful odor. I feel like throwing up just thinking about it.
It's good to be home...
Brit
I haven't said much about her since her shaven-head taboo stunt, mostly because it caught me completely offguard, and I was, well...speechless. I didn't know WHAT to say.
Now, it just makes me sad for her. I hope she finds the help she needs.
Now, it just makes me sad for her. I hope she finds the help she needs.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
The news
I mean no disrespect to the dead when I say this, BUT:
I was tired of hearing about Anna Nicole Smith BEFORE she passed away. Now, I'm just annoyed. Give me something about someone or something else that they haven't rehashed for the last 150 hours. Please.
I was tired of hearing about Anna Nicole Smith BEFORE she passed away. Now, I'm just annoyed. Give me something about someone or something else that they haven't rehashed for the last 150 hours. Please.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Heebie Jeebies Warning
***DISCLAIMER***If you are an animal rights activist or a lover of animals, particularly the rodent population, please stop reading now. You have been warned.***End DISCLAIMER***
Many of you know that Mike and I bought my parents house from them when we got married, so technically I have lived in the same house for 20 years. In all of those 20 years, we have never had a mouse problem. I am blaming the unusually cold winter this year as the reason for our ongoing mouse problem this year. There is some space between our dishwasher and our lower cabinet in the kitchen that the little rodents have discovered. We never knew they were keeping warm in there until we started seeing the evidence: mouse poo.
So Mike and I invested in some mouse traps to rid ourselves of what we thought was only one or two mice. We bought the little clampy kind that remind me of a chip bag clip holder, that way it would be a quick death (snap their neck) and we wouldn't have to touch the mouse to release him into the dumpster (I keep saying "we" although I solely mean Mike). We were so excited when we caught our first one, thinking we had conquered what would soon become an ongoing battle. Here the winter will soon be coming to a close in the coming months and I'm not kidding when I say we've now discarded close to 20 mice. Yes, 20!! Dear God, they are reproducing faster than we can get rid of them.
It's become a habit now before I do anything in the lower cabinet to open the door slightly and check to make sure the trap is still in place before bending down to get something out. If I don't see the trap, I know it has released the jaws of death on its prey which has bounced the trap out of its normal spot. (My ongoing fear of finding a rodent down there reminds me a lot of my surprise snake friend in my washing machine two summers ago. I STILL check for a dang snake everytime I open my washing machine lid. For a refresh on THAT story, click here and here.)
So yesterday, we got home from church and I was starting to make lunch. I needed something from the bottom cabinet, so I opened the door and glanced to "the spot" and to my dismay, it was gone. It was now mouse-filled in the front of the cabinet instead of on the side. Had I been a cursing person, I'm sure explicit profanties would have spilled out of my mouth at that moment. But I quickly slammed the door and managed to squeal "Oh DEAR GOD!" as I ran and jumped up on the couch. Mike, who was in the other room hollered, "Another mouse?" I answered back giddy, "YES!" He paused for only a moment and then hollered back, "You're standing on the couch, aren't you?" Realizing my childish actions, I lowered myself down on the couch and retaliated, "No...."
He came into the kitchen and opened the door for about 10 seconds, slammed the door and quickly squealed "Ohhh nuh uh!!" The.Mouse.Was.Still.Alive....in the trap. Pretty sure I threw up a little in my mouth. I spent 10 minutes psyching him up, to get the mouse out of the cabinet and discard him in the dumpster outside. I made him put on rubber gloves. Then, like a scaredy-cat, I buried my face in the pillow on the couch and plugged up my ears so I didn't have to hear the mouse moving in the Wal-Mart bag Mike put him in. He came back in and we talked about how that was the grossest thing he's done in a while, and how he actually felt bad knowing the mouse had not died as instantly as we originally hoped.
As if THAT wasn't bad enough, I got up this morning, ate my breakfast, and just because I wanted satisfaction that we had finally killed them all, I opened up the cabinet, and what do you know...there was another one dead in the trap.
I want to move.
Many of you know that Mike and I bought my parents house from them when we got married, so technically I have lived in the same house for 20 years. In all of those 20 years, we have never had a mouse problem. I am blaming the unusually cold winter this year as the reason for our ongoing mouse problem this year. There is some space between our dishwasher and our lower cabinet in the kitchen that the little rodents have discovered. We never knew they were keeping warm in there until we started seeing the evidence: mouse poo.
So Mike and I invested in some mouse traps to rid ourselves of what we thought was only one or two mice. We bought the little clampy kind that remind me of a chip bag clip holder, that way it would be a quick death (snap their neck) and we wouldn't have to touch the mouse to release him into the dumpster (I keep saying "we" although I solely mean Mike). We were so excited when we caught our first one, thinking we had conquered what would soon become an ongoing battle. Here the winter will soon be coming to a close in the coming months and I'm not kidding when I say we've now discarded close to 20 mice. Yes, 20!! Dear God, they are reproducing faster than we can get rid of them.
It's become a habit now before I do anything in the lower cabinet to open the door slightly and check to make sure the trap is still in place before bending down to get something out. If I don't see the trap, I know it has released the jaws of death on its prey which has bounced the trap out of its normal spot. (My ongoing fear of finding a rodent down there reminds me a lot of my surprise snake friend in my washing machine two summers ago. I STILL check for a dang snake everytime I open my washing machine lid. For a refresh on THAT story, click here and here.)
So yesterday, we got home from church and I was starting to make lunch. I needed something from the bottom cabinet, so I opened the door and glanced to "the spot" and to my dismay, it was gone. It was now mouse-filled in the front of the cabinet instead of on the side. Had I been a cursing person, I'm sure explicit profanties would have spilled out of my mouth at that moment. But I quickly slammed the door and managed to squeal "Oh DEAR GOD!" as I ran and jumped up on the couch. Mike, who was in the other room hollered, "Another mouse?" I answered back giddy, "YES!" He paused for only a moment and then hollered back, "You're standing on the couch, aren't you?" Realizing my childish actions, I lowered myself down on the couch and retaliated, "No...."
He came into the kitchen and opened the door for about 10 seconds, slammed the door and quickly squealed "Ohhh nuh uh!!" The.Mouse.Was.Still.Alive....in the trap. Pretty sure I threw up a little in my mouth. I spent 10 minutes psyching him up, to get the mouse out of the cabinet and discard him in the dumpster outside. I made him put on rubber gloves. Then, like a scaredy-cat, I buried my face in the pillow on the couch and plugged up my ears so I didn't have to hear the mouse moving in the Wal-Mart bag Mike put him in. He came back in and we talked about how that was the grossest thing he's done in a while, and how he actually felt bad knowing the mouse had not died as instantly as we originally hoped.
As if THAT wasn't bad enough, I got up this morning, ate my breakfast, and just because I wanted satisfaction that we had finally killed them all, I opened up the cabinet, and what do you know...there was another one dead in the trap.
I want to move.
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