2.20.2009
Knuckle Sandwich / Knucklehead
You know it's going to be an interesting day when you manage to bite your own finger, so hard that you cause a buise, while you're eating breakfast.
2.15.2009
The Definition of 'Healthy' Is Broad
Yesterday morning, towards the end of an exercise class at New York Sports Club, the instructor told us to "do something good for yourselves today - drink lots of water, take a walk, and eat something healthy!".
My interpretation of that directive was to go to a bar, watch Syracuse basketball, drink beer, and eat chicken wings.
My interpretation of that directive was to go to a bar, watch Syracuse basketball, drink beer, and eat chicken wings.
2.12.2009
How To Be An Awesome Newlywed, Part 2
1. Register for a half marathon.
2. Realize that the only training time your schedule will allow is mornings before work.
3. Set the alarm clock for 5:47 am.
4. Unintentionally wake your husband up at that time.
5. Go running.
6. Return to your apartment.
7. Intentionally wake your husband up by loudly proclaiming your awesomeness.
8. Ask for (and give) many enthusiastic high-fives.
9. Refuse to believe that he could possibly be tired.
10. Engage in more discussions about your awesomeness.
11. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
2. Realize that the only training time your schedule will allow is mornings before work.
3. Set the alarm clock for 5:47 am.
4. Unintentionally wake your husband up at that time.
5. Go running.
6. Return to your apartment.
7. Intentionally wake your husband up by loudly proclaiming your awesomeness.
8. Ask for (and give) many enthusiastic high-fives.
9. Refuse to believe that he could possibly be tired.
10. Engage in more discussions about your awesomeness.
11. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
1.30.2009
How To Be An Awesome Newlywed
1. Keep your husband awake until 1:00 am by forcing him to watch Save The Last Dance, a movie he has no interest in seeing.
2. The next morning, wake him up by poking him in the ribs. Repeatedly.
3. Continue to poke and prod him as he goes through his morning routine.
4. Sit next to him on the couch, be ridiculous, laugh hysterically at your own ridiculousness.
5. Get annoyed when he refuses to participate.
2. The next morning, wake him up by poking him in the ribs. Repeatedly.
3. Continue to poke and prod him as he goes through his morning routine.
4. Sit next to him on the couch, be ridiculous, laugh hysterically at your own ridiculousness.
5. Get annoyed when he refuses to participate.
1.28.2009
I Thought I Was In Relatively Good Shape...
until this morning, when I stumbled back into my building after a run, only to be asked by the doorman (who, btw., reportedly sounds exactly like B's ex-father-in-law) if I was "feeling ok".
(Sidenote: I've had enough of winter and slush and cold and slogging around the city. Enough. M'kay?)
(Sidenote: I've had enough of winter and slush and cold and slogging around the city. Enough. M'kay?)
1.27.2009
MHP'ing
Today I was able to diagnose myself with bedbug PTSD following an incident where I spotted a reddish-colored object on my chair, and spent the next half hour freaking out, phantom itching and all.
(It was a stray grain from my 7 grain bread, but still. No such thing as being too vigilant. )
(It was a stray grain from my 7 grain bread, but still. No such thing as being too vigilant. )
1.22.2009
You're It!
I'm tagging 6 bloggers to receive the friendship award that I was tagged with. I read all of these blogs daily (yes, all 6 of them) and really, really appreciate the window into their worlds, along with the amazing writing. Bonus, I know most of these bloggers in real life!
chichimama writes about her kids, her husband, her knitting, and (my favorite) things overheard.
nyczoo is a dear friend who writes about life during pregnancy and as a new mom.
megan crane is a kick-ass writer and a close friend from high school.
carolyn. I can't put it any better than this: "Three kids, one husband, one parent, two dogs and freezer full of pork."
the caitlinator. Caitlin inspired me to run my first half marathon, and inspired my husband to his first public karaoke performance.
andebobandy's profile pic is of her wearing a Mexican wrestling mask. Awesome. 'Nuff said.
These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to six bloggers who must choose six more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.
*The rules of The Six Random Things About Yourself:
1) Link to the person who tagged you. 2) Post the rules on your blog. 3) Write six random things about yourself. 4) Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. 5) Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog. 6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
chichimama writes about her kids, her husband, her knitting, and (my favorite) things overheard.
nyczoo is a dear friend who writes about life during pregnancy and as a new mom.
megan crane is a kick-ass writer and a close friend from high school.
carolyn. I can't put it any better than this: "Three kids, one husband, one parent, two dogs and freezer full of pork."
the caitlinator. Caitlin inspired me to run my first half marathon, and inspired my husband to his first public karaoke performance.
andebobandy's profile pic is of her wearing a Mexican wrestling mask. Awesome. 'Nuff said.
These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to six bloggers who must choose six more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.
*The rules of The Six Random Things About Yourself:
1) Link to the person who tagged you. 2) Post the rules on your blog. 3) Write six random things about yourself. 4) Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. 5) Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog. 6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
I'm It!
So... I was recently tagged by Nubia @ The Disconnection: Encounters with Strangers Blog, which is pretty exciting because I've never been tagged before. It's a whole new Internets world for me!
I'd like to urge all 10 million of my readers to check out Nubia's blog. I think she just flat out rocks, and her posts always provide a new (and often hilarious) take on life in NYC.
6 Random Things About Me:
1. I have a serious aversion to mixing sweet and savory foods. Like, if I'm having pancakes and bacon, not only will I need seperate plates for both, but I can't eat the pancakes until I'm done with the bacon *and* I've had some sort of palate cleanser. (Sidenote: why don't they serve sorbet at brunch?)
2. I was a competitive swimmer from ages 7-18. Swimming is all I did, really, throughout my childhood. I went to the Junior Olympics at age 13 (?) but didn't qualify for advancement, and then gave up swimming my freshman year of college in favor of drinking, smoking, and eating pizza at 2am.
3. My current favorite day of the week in Thursday, because that is when Us Weekly arrives in the mail. Yes, I subscribe to Us Weekly.
4. I'm currently wearing these shoes which make me about 2 inches taller *and* are supposedly firming my buttocks. The phrase "firming my buttocks" cracks me up.
5. I keep a list of Words I Hate: trousers, moist, chunky, supple, slacks, panties, and kitty-corner. I used to have to Words I Love list, but can't recall the contents as easily as the words I hate.
6. I've named my winter hat Egbert, and have a whole accompanying personality that goes with the hat. B and I also had an Egbert table at our wedding.
I'd like to urge all 10 million of my readers to check out Nubia's blog. I think she just flat out rocks, and her posts always provide a new (and often hilarious) take on life in NYC.
6 Random Things About Me:
1. I have a serious aversion to mixing sweet and savory foods. Like, if I'm having pancakes and bacon, not only will I need seperate plates for both, but I can't eat the pancakes until I'm done with the bacon *and* I've had some sort of palate cleanser. (Sidenote: why don't they serve sorbet at brunch?)
2. I was a competitive swimmer from ages 7-18. Swimming is all I did, really, throughout my childhood. I went to the Junior Olympics at age 13 (?) but didn't qualify for advancement, and then gave up swimming my freshman year of college in favor of drinking, smoking, and eating pizza at 2am.
3. My current favorite day of the week in Thursday, because that is when Us Weekly arrives in the mail. Yes, I subscribe to Us Weekly.
4. I'm currently wearing these shoes which make me about 2 inches taller *and* are supposedly firming my buttocks. The phrase "firming my buttocks" cracks me up.
5. I keep a list of Words I Hate: trousers, moist, chunky, supple, slacks, panties, and kitty-corner. I used to have to Words I Love list, but can't recall the contents as easily as the words I hate.
6. I've named my winter hat Egbert, and have a whole accompanying personality that goes with the hat. B and I also had an Egbert table at our wedding.
1.19.2009
Good, Bad, A Little Ugly
After an alcohol/cheese/cookie filled weekend in Boston, and a reasonable (compared to Friday night) bus trip home, B and I went to the gym.
And I ran two miles.
While I watched the Syracuse Orange suck it against Pittsburgh.
Motivating? Good. Two miles? Very Good. Syracuse? Bad and ugly.
And I ran two miles.
While I watched the Syracuse Orange suck it against Pittsburgh.
Motivating? Good. Two miles? Very Good. Syracuse? Bad and ugly.
1.15.2009
It Starts Here
Officially offical! See countdown clock to the right. Now, as always, I am recruiting a partner in crime.
B and I have been motivating each other to go to the gym. (Read: B has been dragging my ass off the couch. I haven't physically resisted.)
Last night, I ran 1.5 miles (consecutively, yo!), follow by a series of sprints *and* was able to resist the mac n' cheese at Whole Foods in favor or something healthier.
I got paid today, so I was able to buy new running shoes and sign up for the half.
Life is pretty good.
B and I have been motivating each other to go to the gym. (Read: B has been dragging my ass off the couch. I haven't physically resisted.)
Last night, I ran 1.5 miles (consecutively, yo!), follow by a series of sprints *and* was able to resist the mac n' cheese at Whole Foods in favor or something healthier.
I got paid today, so I was able to buy new running shoes and sign up for the half.
Life is pretty good.
1.13.2009
Here We Go Again
So, I think it's gonna be a return to the New Jersey Marathon. May 3, 2009. 13.1 miles.
Which means that I need to start formal training February 15. Which gives me about a month from today to get my ass into gear. Which is becoming more and more difficult with my work and class and social schedule.
In 2007, it felt like all I had to do was go to the gym. The picture is a little different this time around.
Sidenote: the new gym positively BLOWS. I don't know if it's full of people like me, eagerly starting their 2009 resolutions, but there is a wait to get on equipment at almost every time of the day.
Which means that I need to start formal training February 15. Which gives me about a month from today to get my ass into gear. Which is becoming more and more difficult with my work and class and social schedule.
In 2007, it felt like all I had to do was go to the gym. The picture is a little different this time around.
Sidenote: the new gym positively BLOWS. I don't know if it's full of people like me, eagerly starting their 2009 resolutions, but there is a wait to get on equipment at almost every time of the day.
1.07.2009
1.06.2009
12.27.2008
The Neverending Story
I have a cold. Again. I think I picked it up from my little twin nephews, or maybe B and I are just passing it back and forth endlessly. Or can we, perhaps, attribute it to the vast fluctuations in temperature and my packed work schedule?
In any case, B's been dispatched to pick up chicken noodle soup, hot mustard, and Riccola. And I've blown my nose so much that my abdominal muscles are sore.
Christmukah was good. A non-event, really, what with the melding of holidays and the $20 limit that we put on gifts, and some other stuff. 2008 has been such a strange ride.
And that's all I have to say about that.
In any case, B's been dispatched to pick up chicken noodle soup, hot mustard, and Riccola. And I've blown my nose so much that my abdominal muscles are sore.
Christmukah was good. A non-event, really, what with the melding of holidays and the $20 limit that we put on gifts, and some other stuff. 2008 has been such a strange ride.
And that's all I have to say about that.
12.24.2008
Think Again, Mom
Last night, I was on the phone with my mom, discussing holiday plans. It was about 8:30 at night, and I explained to her that I had just gotten home from work after a 12 hour day.
"Oh," she said, "is [B] making dinner?"
I replied that he was, and she was extremely impressed, because B really doesn't cook that much (read: left to his own devices, he eats cereal for most meals).
Little did she know we had Mac n' Cheese with a side of red wine for dinner.
"Oh," she said, "is [B] making dinner?"
I replied that he was, and she was extremely impressed, because B really doesn't cook that much (read: left to his own devices, he eats cereal for most meals).
Little did she know we had Mac n' Cheese with a side of red wine for dinner.
12.23.2008
12.16.2008
Snippets
- We finally received our marriage license, so now I can officially change my personal name. And officially confuse myself even more.
- My office is having a client holiday party on Friday. Which means that I will at work from 9-10: setting up, transporting supplies, organizing gifts, and getting down like James Brown.
- B has suggested that, due to the above, I am Sheila E. (Bonus points for you if you get the reference.)
- I ordered MBT Kaya shoes online. They are supposed to improve circulation, posture, and muscle tone. I think I'll probably just fall down a lot more.
- I have "advanced tendonitis" in my left knee. Translation: I'm old.
- My office is having a client holiday party on Friday. Which means that I will at work from 9-10: setting up, transporting supplies, organizing gifts, and getting down like James Brown.
- B has suggested that, due to the above, I am Sheila E. (Bonus points for you if you get the reference.)
- I ordered MBT Kaya shoes online. They are supposed to improve circulation, posture, and muscle tone. I think I'll probably just fall down a lot more.
- I have "advanced tendonitis" in my left knee. Translation: I'm old.
12.09.2008
Life's Not Fair
Along time ago (2001), in a galaxy far, far away (Central New Jersey), I was engaged to an *sshole. Of course, at the time, I didn't recognize that he was an *sshole, but hey, hindsight is 20/20, isn't it?
I guess I was a whole lot more gullible at that point in my life, and so I lent said *sshole quite a bit of money. And now, 6 years later, I am in a protracted legal battle to get it back.
Tell me exactly how someone gets away with a blatant disregard for the law? Or how financially irresponsible you have to be to sell 3 buldings at a huge net profit, and still be on the verge of bankruptcy?
Or how it is that this *sshole owns his own home, while I'm living paycheck to paycheck, and cutting out non-essentials like, say, taking taxicabs or buying new clothing for work?
It's enough to make you completely bitter. Or give you an extended case of heartburn.
I guess I was a whole lot more gullible at that point in my life, and so I lent said *sshole quite a bit of money. And now, 6 years later, I am in a protracted legal battle to get it back.
Tell me exactly how someone gets away with a blatant disregard for the law? Or how financially irresponsible you have to be to sell 3 buldings at a huge net profit, and still be on the verge of bankruptcy?
Or how it is that this *sshole owns his own home, while I'm living paycheck to paycheck, and cutting out non-essentials like, say, taking taxicabs or buying new clothing for work?
It's enough to make you completely bitter. Or give you an extended case of heartburn.
12.05.2008
Things Can Only Get Better
It must be emblamatic of the amount of sh*t that is going on right now that I can't even remember how to sign my name.
My last name changed in one life (personal) but not in the other (professional) and I haven't mastered either signature at this point - even after signing my (personal) name for the past, um, 30-something-ish years.
I think my brain/hand coordination is telling me that I don't know who I am.
My last name changed in one life (personal) but not in the other (professional) and I haven't mastered either signature at this point - even after signing my (personal) name for the past, um, 30-something-ish years.
I think my brain/hand coordination is telling me that I don't know who I am.
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