April 30, 2009....
I have very vivid dreams. Sometimes I dream in color, but most times when I remember my dreams, I am always puzzled.
I quickly go online and consult any dream interpretation site because I believe there must be some hidden message. They can't be that whacked without having the meaning of life hidden in the images.
The past two weeks, I've had some crazy ass dreams. One dream I turned into a platypus; another I was telling my husband to stop hanging out with Brett Michaels because he is a bad influence. The best part of that dream is when hubby was leaving for work, he gave me a kiss goodbye and I made him promise me to stop hanging out with Brett.
Last night, I had 2 dreams and believe I could interpret the first dream.
In the first dream, I challenged my friend, J, to dance daily for the month of May. Initially, she is only dancing in the privacy of her own shower, but becomes so accustomed to dancing whenever music is playing that she breaks out in dance in Starbucks.
In reality, I don't see her doing that. However, I can see why I had the dream. She has a lot on her plate at work and I think she needs a little fun and dancing is fun.
I haven't a clue about the second dream and I'm thinking I may not want to know what it is about.
I dreamt about this kid name Doug that I went to school with my entire life. He was in a room with William the Conqueror. I don't remember if there was dialog, but if so, glad I can't remember. Something tells me the conversation would have been disturbing.
Just imagine what my dreams would be like if I were on crack. Wait, they might just be normal.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Rant and Rave Wednesday
Wednesday, April 29, 2009.....
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rave: Still loving the new water bottle. Sure, I admit to being a dork for being excited over a water bottle, but I guess it is a good sign that the little things make me happy.
Rant: Drivers in the left-hand lane that decide to make a right turn without looking in the mirror. Hello. See me, the car you almost cut off. Thanks for letting me know that my heart is still working and beats well.
Rave: My trainer. Sure, there are some days I curse her name, but it is great to have someone help you reach your goals and encourage you to want to do your best.
Rave: Convincing hubby to put in AC prior to end of June. After Sunday's unusual heat wave in CT, I was very bummed to remember his AC declaration. I pouted and whined and won! Yay for me! The AC was put in Monday night and I was able to get a great night's sleep.
Rant: I wish I had a better grip on dealing with my reactions towards stupid comments. I will be working on that.
Rant: Okay, I am going to admit I can't believe Ron hasn't been kicked off the Biggest Loser. I know it is only a reality t.v. show, but I got sucked in.
How was your week? Any Rants and Raves you want to share? I would love to hear them.
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rave: Still loving the new water bottle. Sure, I admit to being a dork for being excited over a water bottle, but I guess it is a good sign that the little things make me happy.
Rant: Drivers in the left-hand lane that decide to make a right turn without looking in the mirror. Hello. See me, the car you almost cut off. Thanks for letting me know that my heart is still working and beats well.
Rave: My trainer. Sure, there are some days I curse her name, but it is great to have someone help you reach your goals and encourage you to want to do your best.
Rave: Convincing hubby to put in AC prior to end of June. After Sunday's unusual heat wave in CT, I was very bummed to remember his AC declaration. I pouted and whined and won! Yay for me! The AC was put in Monday night and I was able to get a great night's sleep.
Rant: I wish I had a better grip on dealing with my reactions towards stupid comments. I will be working on that.
Rant: Okay, I am going to admit I can't believe Ron hasn't been kicked off the Biggest Loser. I know it is only a reality t.v. show, but I got sucked in.
How was your week? Any Rants and Raves you want to share? I would love to hear them.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Frustration Running High
Tuesday, April 28, 2009.....
Once again, I find myself in a position of pure and utter frustration. I'm tired of having to listen to ignorant people when it comes to my job search.
I no longer really discuss my search or the stress associated it with people . I've always found it best when really stressed to make light of a situation. It has helped me get through some difficult times and continue to use it as my defense mechanism.
However, I'm struggling with one individual. This is not the first time, but I'm just sick and tired of the flip comments. I've addressed it before and I guess it fell on deaf ears. Sure, I may be a tad sensitive when it comes to this person, but tonight they pushed my button by telling me that "I really need to get a job" because I was making a joke when asked about my situation.
Really? Why hadn't I thought about getting a job? Such an easy concept, but when you're at certain point in your career it is not as easy as it sounds. I'm tired of defending myself. I'm out of work. I'm trying. I just don't feel the need to advertise my efforts.
I know many people feel awkward when talking to an unemployed person, my advice: Shut your piehole if you have nothing constructive to say.
Seriously, unless you know a person that can help, just say I'm sorry to hear nothing is out there and talk about anything else. Oddly enough, I may be unemployed, but I still read books, magazines, enjoy movies, etc...
Once again, I find myself in a position of pure and utter frustration. I'm tired of having to listen to ignorant people when it comes to my job search.
I no longer really discuss my search or the stress associated it with people . I've always found it best when really stressed to make light of a situation. It has helped me get through some difficult times and continue to use it as my defense mechanism.
However, I'm struggling with one individual. This is not the first time, but I'm just sick and tired of the flip comments. I've addressed it before and I guess it fell on deaf ears. Sure, I may be a tad sensitive when it comes to this person, but tonight they pushed my button by telling me that "I really need to get a job" because I was making a joke when asked about my situation.
Really? Why hadn't I thought about getting a job? Such an easy concept, but when you're at certain point in your career it is not as easy as it sounds. I'm tired of defending myself. I'm out of work. I'm trying. I just don't feel the need to advertise my efforts.
I know many people feel awkward when talking to an unemployed person, my advice: Shut your piehole if you have nothing constructive to say.
Seriously, unless you know a person that can help, just say I'm sorry to hear nothing is out there and talk about anything else. Oddly enough, I may be unemployed, but I still read books, magazines, enjoy movies, etc...
Monday, April 27, 2009
Pheromones
Monday, April 27, 2009.....
Saturday night, my friend, L, invited me to a dinner party. After discussing the obvious (food, movies,etc), we discussed pheromones.
One couple had watched this documentary about how you're attracted to another person by their pheromones and there are only six pheromones.
This means that basically, everyone is related to one another because of the limited number of pheromones in the universe. Being raised Catholic, I learned that everyone is related to one another because of Adam and Eve -- so that part wasn't a shocker to me(yes, I believe in Darwin's evolutionary theory).
The documentary showed people whiffing jars of sweaty clothes and apparently enjoying one scent over another (I'm a bit fuzzy on this tidbit, but believe that is what I heard). However, what if you no sense of smell? Does that mean you have no mate?
What about personality? I guess we can throw that out the window when choosing a mate.
I'm also struggling with the concept that my hubby would be more attracted to me after sweating for hours in the sun than after a shower.
Will the new rage in dating will be the pheromone date? Similar to Speed Dating, people show up to meet a random stranger for a 5 minute conversation, but instead of talking, each person is blindfolded and swap jars of their sweaty t-shirts for their table mates to sniff. If they like the scent, it's a successful match. One word....ewwwww.....
You may laugh at me, but I bet someone, someday, will be offering "sniff dating" events.
I'm just happy that I'm happily married and will never have ask a man to lift his arms so I can smell his sweaty armpits.
Saturday night, my friend, L, invited me to a dinner party. After discussing the obvious (food, movies,etc), we discussed pheromones.
One couple had watched this documentary about how you're attracted to another person by their pheromones and there are only six pheromones.
This means that basically, everyone is related to one another because of the limited number of pheromones in the universe. Being raised Catholic, I learned that everyone is related to one another because of Adam and Eve -- so that part wasn't a shocker to me(yes, I believe in Darwin's evolutionary theory).
The documentary showed people whiffing jars of sweaty clothes and apparently enjoying one scent over another (I'm a bit fuzzy on this tidbit, but believe that is what I heard). However, what if you no sense of smell? Does that mean you have no mate?
What about personality? I guess we can throw that out the window when choosing a mate.
I'm also struggling with the concept that my hubby would be more attracted to me after sweating for hours in the sun than after a shower.
Will the new rage in dating will be the pheromone date? Similar to Speed Dating, people show up to meet a random stranger for a 5 minute conversation, but instead of talking, each person is blindfolded and swap jars of their sweaty t-shirts for their table mates to sniff. If they like the scent, it's a successful match. One word....ewwwww.....
You may laugh at me, but I bet someone, someday, will be offering "sniff dating" events.
I'm just happy that I'm happily married and will never have ask a man to lift his arms so I can smell his sweaty armpits.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Visit with Mom
Thursday, April 23, 2009.
My mother is in a nursing home with Alzheimer's. Some days she recognizes you, others she doesn't. She has reported giving birth to twins recently and her newest tale is how she lived on a farm before getting there. Conversations can definitely be priceless.
This morning I got up and started to notice from my training and my skin care regime (100 Day Goal). It was just one of those days when you walk out of the house and you hair and makeup come out perfectly. You feel great about yourself.
I visited my mom prior to the quarterly care meeting regarding about her. I wasn't sure if she'd be happy or cranky, remember me, but I never expected the following:
me: Hi Mom
mom: You're so fat!
me: Thank you
mom: No. Really, what happened to you. You're fatter than me.
I laughed it off and just kept talking and asking different questions. Although Alzheimer patients live in their own world, they come full circle to the beginning of any conversation and today let me know I was fat.
I found out later, my mom confused me with my very skinny oldest sister. However, this leaves me now wondering how good is my new skincare regime?
I could tell from the conversation with my mom she thought she was much younger, which means my sister was in her early 20s and I was just a toddler.
I believe she meant to say "You're Phat" and that's the story I'm sticking with.
My mother is in a nursing home with Alzheimer's. Some days she recognizes you, others she doesn't. She has reported giving birth to twins recently and her newest tale is how she lived on a farm before getting there. Conversations can definitely be priceless.
This morning I got up and started to notice from my training and my skin care regime (100 Day Goal). It was just one of those days when you walk out of the house and you hair and makeup come out perfectly. You feel great about yourself.
I visited my mom prior to the quarterly care meeting regarding about her. I wasn't sure if she'd be happy or cranky, remember me, but I never expected the following:
me: Hi Mom
mom: You're so fat!
me: Thank you
mom: No. Really, what happened to you. You're fatter than me.
I laughed it off and just kept talking and asking different questions. Although Alzheimer patients live in their own world, they come full circle to the beginning of any conversation and today let me know I was fat.
I found out later, my mom confused me with my very skinny oldest sister. However, this leaves me now wondering how good is my new skincare regime?
I could tell from the conversation with my mom she thought she was much younger, which means my sister was in her early 20s and I was just a toddler.
I believe she meant to say "You're Phat" and that's the story I'm sticking with.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Rant and Rave Wednesday
Wednesday, April 22, 2009....
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rave: Went to Crumbs. Got my cupcake and as my sister would say it was tasty.
Rant: I was longing for the white cupcake with coconut, but had to settle for classic vanilla with sprinkles. Although I was disappointed, I really have to say the sprinkle is a great culinary creation.
Rave: My new water bottle. Sure, call me crazy for being excited about this, but I love it. I have two other water bottles and just like Goldilocks; one bottle had too wide a mouth and the other had a straw that was not good when you needed water fast. My new Thermos intak water bottle rocks! (best water bottle EVER)
Rant: This was actually annoying, but made me laugh because I just couldn't believe it. My gf calls Monday night, but since my hubby was away fishing for 4 days (I wanted to spend time alone with him) I ignored the call. Tuesday, mid-day, she calls again and I couldn't answer. Later I check for messages and nothing. Last night, when getting ready for a committee meeting, she calls. I figure it must be important and take the call. The reason she was trying to reach me for 2 days was to bitch about her boss and how she is not listened to or respected. Although I'm having my own employment issues, I can empathize with people having horrible work days. I understood. Well, I did until she threw in the comment at the end of "well, I shouldn't complain, it's better than being unemployed like you." Trying to ignore this comment, I said, "sometimes being in a place where you're so unhappy it makes you sick is not always better than being unemployed." Her response "oh no, it's not that bad. I still wouldn't want to be in your shoes and be unemployed." I think a lot of her comment wasn't the comment itself, but her delivery. She came off a bit smug and not sure why.
I promptly ended the call. I wonder if Miss Manners has a solution for people like this.
Rave: I broke down and got reading glasses. I can finally read while riding on my exercise bike.
How was your week? Any Rants and Raves you want to share? I would love to hear them.
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rave: Went to Crumbs. Got my cupcake and as my sister would say it was tasty.
Rant: I was longing for the white cupcake with coconut, but had to settle for classic vanilla with sprinkles. Although I was disappointed, I really have to say the sprinkle is a great culinary creation.
Rave: My new water bottle. Sure, call me crazy for being excited about this, but I love it. I have two other water bottles and just like Goldilocks; one bottle had too wide a mouth and the other had a straw that was not good when you needed water fast. My new Thermos intak water bottle rocks! (best water bottle EVER)
Rant: This was actually annoying, but made me laugh because I just couldn't believe it. My gf calls Monday night, but since my hubby was away fishing for 4 days (I wanted to spend time alone with him) I ignored the call. Tuesday, mid-day, she calls again and I couldn't answer. Later I check for messages and nothing. Last night, when getting ready for a committee meeting, she calls. I figure it must be important and take the call. The reason she was trying to reach me for 2 days was to bitch about her boss and how she is not listened to or respected. Although I'm having my own employment issues, I can empathize with people having horrible work days. I understood. Well, I did until she threw in the comment at the end of "well, I shouldn't complain, it's better than being unemployed like you." Trying to ignore this comment, I said, "sometimes being in a place where you're so unhappy it makes you sick is not always better than being unemployed." Her response "oh no, it's not that bad. I still wouldn't want to be in your shoes and be unemployed." I think a lot of her comment wasn't the comment itself, but her delivery. She came off a bit smug and not sure why.
I promptly ended the call. I wonder if Miss Manners has a solution for people like this.
Rave: I broke down and got reading glasses. I can finally read while riding on my exercise bike.
How was your week? Any Rants and Raves you want to share? I would love to hear them.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
YUM-MY..........
Tuesday, April 21, 2009.....
This past Saturday, Crumbs, a NYC cupcake shop, (Crumbs) opened up a location 2 miles from my house.
I want to check it out, but can't find the dang place. I swear I can get lost trying to get out of a paper bag.
I am on a mission to find it today.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Solution Solver....
Monday, April 20, 2009......
I was going to entitle this blog Problem Solver, but when I think back at some of my suggestions I've offered to people, I believe Imay not actually solve their original problem, but create new ones with my advice.
I never really realized how often my suggestions were 'crap' until my sister pointed this out to me several months ago. Personally, I think them to be great and have listed just a few of my recent wisdom tidbits.
sister: I really hope sports store sells kettlebells. I really liked my class and want to incorporate it into my workout.
me: If they don't, create a makeshift harnesses for each kitty with purse handles and use them. They weigh 10 lbs.
friend: I really want to run this 1/2 marathon, but I realize most of my serious training would have to be done when cold out....and I couldn't drink...
me: Get a video game and do a virtual 1/2 marathon. You can stay toasty warm and drink champagne as you're crossing the finish line.
I'd like to say my solutions are constructive, but no one agrees with me. I wonder why.
I was going to entitle this blog Problem Solver, but when I think back at some of my suggestions I've offered to people, I believe I
I never really realized how often my suggestions were 'crap' until my sister pointed this out to me several months ago. Personally, I think them to be great and have listed just a few of my recent wisdom tidbits.
sister: I really hope sports store sells kettlebells. I really liked my class and want to incorporate it into my workout.
me: If they don't, create a makeshift harnesses for each kitty with purse handles and use them. They weigh 10 lbs.
friend: I really want to run this 1/2 marathon, but I realize most of my serious training would have to be done when cold out....and I couldn't drink...
me: Get a video game and do a virtual 1/2 marathon. You can stay toasty warm and drink champagne as you're crossing the finish line.
I'd like to say my solutions are constructive, but no one agrees with me. I wonder why.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Sometimes it Sucks When You Have to be the Parent to Your Parent....
Friday, April 17, 2009.....
A couple of months ago, we had an incident with my dad visiting my mom in the nursing home. Actually, I wish I could say it was an one time thing, but it happened twice.
My dad is the type of guy that loves to go out of his way to help everyone and says thank you even when it is not warranted. He's 87 and not likely to change his ways anytime soon. Who am I kidding? He wasn't one for changing his ways when I was a kid.
Unfortunately, when you help others at a nursing home you may get yourself into trouble. The person you may be helping may have Alzheimer's and an entirely different set of rules are established to protect that patient. A kind act can backfire.
This is what happened to my dad. Not once, but twice. When a rule is broken involving an Alzheimer's patient, different actions are taken. In the end, my dad was let off the first time because he promised never to do it again. However, he forgot and had a similar mishap that required a family meeting with the personnel of the nursing home.
There was a chance that my dad would only be able to visit my mom only if he were accompanied with either me or my sister. This would definitely damper his spirits and after pleading with the administration, my dad is allowed to visit only in the common area.
He used to bring my mom to the programs and I believe it became a social outlet for him (did I mention he is 87 and this would be his crowd). I knew if he were allowed to attend the programs again, he would slip and go back to his old ways. I don't want that to happen to him. I want him to have some dignity and not rely on his children to take him to see his wife.
After the meeting, I asked the administrator not to reinstate these privileges to my dad. Before you think I'm harsh, the man is a SOCIAL butterfly. He's on the board of his city's Senior center, member of the men's club, walks daily, has a bridge group and plays golf. The family joke is that he is busier now than before he retired.
I heard from my other sisters that he was planning on asking the Administrator for his privileges to be reinstated. I talked with the Administrator today and he told my dad that he is only following the wishes of his daughters. He hasn't asked me, but I know he will.
Saying no and explaining the reason is not a position you want to be in as the child. It was awkward enough explaining boundaries with him, but having to say no because I'm looking out for your best interest is a bit odd and disturbing.
A couple of months ago, we had an incident with my dad visiting my mom in the nursing home. Actually, I wish I could say it was an one time thing, but it happened twice.
My dad is the type of guy that loves to go out of his way to help everyone and says thank you even when it is not warranted. He's 87 and not likely to change his ways anytime soon. Who am I kidding? He wasn't one for changing his ways when I was a kid.
Unfortunately, when you help others at a nursing home you may get yourself into trouble. The person you may be helping may have Alzheimer's and an entirely different set of rules are established to protect that patient. A kind act can backfire.
This is what happened to my dad. Not once, but twice. When a rule is broken involving an Alzheimer's patient, different actions are taken. In the end, my dad was let off the first time because he promised never to do it again. However, he forgot and had a similar mishap that required a family meeting with the personnel of the nursing home.
There was a chance that my dad would only be able to visit my mom only if he were accompanied with either me or my sister. This would definitely damper his spirits and after pleading with the administration, my dad is allowed to visit only in the common area.
He used to bring my mom to the programs and I believe it became a social outlet for him (did I mention he is 87 and this would be his crowd). I knew if he were allowed to attend the programs again, he would slip and go back to his old ways. I don't want that to happen to him. I want him to have some dignity and not rely on his children to take him to see his wife.
After the meeting, I asked the administrator not to reinstate these privileges to my dad. Before you think I'm harsh, the man is a SOCIAL butterfly. He's on the board of his city's Senior center, member of the men's club, walks daily, has a bridge group and plays golf. The family joke is that he is busier now than before he retired.
I heard from my other sisters that he was planning on asking the Administrator for his privileges to be reinstated. I talked with the Administrator today and he told my dad that he is only following the wishes of his daughters. He hasn't asked me, but I know he will.
Saying no and explaining the reason is not a position you want to be in as the child. It was awkward enough explaining boundaries with him, but having to say no because I'm looking out for your best interest is a bit odd and disturbing.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I Don't Understand People
Thursday, April 16, 2009....
Yesterday I had lunch with a girlfriend from college. We were thick-as-thieves in college, but over the years, we drifted. It happened, but it is one of those friendships you can just pick up years later.
A couple of months ago, her husband came home from a business trip and announced that he could no longer live with her. He needed his own space. She is devastated, but handling it. She still loves him and wants to maintain the family, but I also believe, although unspoken, his reason is just random. It is hard to walk away from a 11 year marriage with no real closure.
The part I don't understand is leaving and needing to know and control every aspect of her life.
Although he has rented a home larger than hers, he still keeps most of his belongings at her home. He has also told her she has to sell the car because of the payments (okay, I understand) but don't dictate the exact car she has to buy. Don't get upset because she's decided to protect herself and retain an attorney. Don't claim he needs to keep the house in both names because he's needs a tax write-off.
Sure, he's going to be a good guy and make the payments, but what if he doesn't? He has no vested interest in the home and don't get me started on the other ramifications (his say on a future home sale, any insurance claims, or possible additions, etc.).
This man wants out, but it is obvious he wants my friend's life to remain as though she is still his wife.
When does one party of a couple get to move on and the other not allowed to?
In my opinion, he's a small child that has decided he's tired of a favorite toy. He doesn't want to play with it anymore, but won't give it to someone else or throw it away. He just puts it in his toy chest and knows that he'll always own it.
He obviously missed the life lesson of having one's cake and eating it too.
Yesterday I had lunch with a girlfriend from college. We were thick-as-thieves in college, but over the years, we drifted. It happened, but it is one of those friendships you can just pick up years later.
A couple of months ago, her husband came home from a business trip and announced that he could no longer live with her. He needed his own space. She is devastated, but handling it. She still loves him and wants to maintain the family, but I also believe, although unspoken, his reason is just random. It is hard to walk away from a 11 year marriage with no real closure.
The part I don't understand is leaving and needing to know and control every aspect of her life.
Although he has rented a home larger than hers, he still keeps most of his belongings at her home. He has also told her she has to sell the car because of the payments (okay, I understand) but don't dictate the exact car she has to buy. Don't get upset because she's decided to protect herself and retain an attorney. Don't claim he needs to keep the house in both names because he's needs a tax write-off.
Sure, he's going to be a good guy and make the payments, but what if he doesn't? He has no vested interest in the home and don't get me started on the other ramifications (his say on a future home sale, any insurance claims, or possible additions, etc.).
This man wants out, but it is obvious he wants my friend's life to remain as though she is still his wife.
When does one party of a couple get to move on and the other not allowed to?
In my opinion, he's a small child that has decided he's tired of a favorite toy. He doesn't want to play with it anymore, but won't give it to someone else or throw it away. He just puts it in his toy chest and knows that he'll always own it.
He obviously missed the life lesson of having one's cake and eating it too.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Rant and Rave Wednesday
Wednesday, April 15, 2009...
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rave: My friend called me this morning to tell me her husband was participating in the grass roots Tea Party in New Haven. Although it is not something I planned on doing, I'm happy to have people in my life with such passion.
Rave: Having lunch with an old college friend I hadn't seen in years.
Rave: Warm weather is around the corner! Sunny weather always puts a smile on my face.
Although I'm unemployed and there were no prospects this week, I had a really great week. Easter was drama-free and I got to spend time with various people that make me laugh.
I think I'm finally recognizing that even in bad situations there is always some good to be found.
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rave: My friend called me this morning to tell me her husband was participating in the grass roots Tea Party in New Haven. Although it is not something I planned on doing, I'm happy to have people in my life with such passion.
Rave: Having lunch with an old college friend I hadn't seen in years.
Rave: Warm weather is around the corner! Sunny weather always puts a smile on my face.
Although I'm unemployed and there were no prospects this week, I had a really great week. Easter was drama-free and I got to spend time with various people that make me laugh.
I think I'm finally recognizing that even in bad situations there is always some good to be found.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
100 Day Goal
Tuesday, April 14, 2009.....
Last week, my trainer and I discussed goals. She doesn't understand some of her clients that don't have a goal. Goals motivate you, goals give you a reason to excel at something. I've also been told that publicizing your goals motivates you more.
I believe in goals. I create lists of things I want to accomplish for a day, week and even a month. I don't know why, but I ditched the resolution setting on New Year's Day.
Yesterday, I set my 100 day goal. Actually, I have two of them. The main goal is to change my eating to a more alkaline diet. Trust me, when your pH level is out of whack, it SUCKS. However, this means throwing all knowledge of food out the window.
For instance, lemons, which you may think are naturally acidic, break down differently in the body to be an alkaline food. Bread is better if toasted; time of day when an orange is eaten is better than other times. It's very, very confusing. My head is exploding.
Throughout my 100 days, I will share bits and pieces of my process. Right now, I'm creating a list of all the foods I eat, eaten or may eat and determining their acid/alkaline ratio and testing my urine on pH strips (god, it brings back memories of using First Response one too many times).
To counter balance my 'head exploding' goal, I've decided I need to get into a skin care regime. Other than letting water hit my face in the shower and owning some really cool skincare products; I have never taken care of my skin. Wait, do facials count? I believe so, but I think the benefits wear off after 24 months.
These are my goals for the next 100 days. Does anyone have a goal they'd like to do for the next 100 days with me?
Last week, my trainer and I discussed goals. She doesn't understand some of her clients that don't have a goal. Goals motivate you, goals give you a reason to excel at something. I've also been told that publicizing your goals motivates you more.
I believe in goals. I create lists of things I want to accomplish for a day, week and even a month. I don't know why, but I ditched the resolution setting on New Year's Day.
Yesterday, I set my 100 day goal. Actually, I have two of them. The main goal is to change my eating to a more alkaline diet. Trust me, when your pH level is out of whack, it SUCKS. However, this means throwing all knowledge of food out the window.
For instance, lemons, which you may think are naturally acidic, break down differently in the body to be an alkaline food. Bread is better if toasted; time of day when an orange is eaten is better than other times. It's very, very confusing. My head is exploding.
Throughout my 100 days, I will share bits and pieces of my process. Right now, I'm creating a list of all the foods I eat, eaten or may eat and determining their acid/alkaline ratio and testing my urine on pH strips (god, it brings back memories of using First Response one too many times).
To counter balance my 'head exploding' goal, I've decided I need to get into a skin care regime. Other than letting water hit my face in the shower and owning some really cool skincare products; I have never taken care of my skin. Wait, do facials count? I believe so, but I think the benefits wear off after 24 months.
These are my goals for the next 100 days. Does anyone have a goal they'd like to do for the next 100 days with me?
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I Hate Trash Day....
Saturday, April 11, 2009....
I don't get it. Why do my neighbors insist on putting their garbage bags out the night before trash day? Don't they understand they've just created an All-You-Can-Eat buffet for the raccoons or other icky critters (opossums or skunks) that might live in the neighborhood.
I can't believe they haven't learned. Week after week, trash day comes and I'm picking other people's garbage off my front lawn because my neighbors just don't get it. Ugh...
I hate trash day.
I don't get it. Why do my neighbors insist on putting their garbage bags out the night before trash day? Don't they understand they've just created an All-You-Can-Eat buffet for the raccoons or other icky critters (opossums or skunks) that might live in the neighborhood.
I can't believe they haven't learned. Week after week, trash day comes and I'm picking other people's garbage off my front lawn because my neighbors just don't get it. Ugh...
I hate trash day.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Why I Can't be Left Alone for too Long .....
Friday, April 10, 2009....
In my family there are the family members that strike up conversations with strangers, and the ones random strangers approach. I'm the latter.
Sunday, on the way home from Kripalu (land of no caffeine) my sister was jonesing for a Starbucks. She used the GPS app on her phone which led us many miles off the Torrington exit.
When we finally reached the final GPS destination, I laughed. Someone forgot to update the Starbuck locations on her snazzy app because it had closed down. Luckily, my sister saw a Panera and went there.
Woo Hoo another diet cola for me! Seriously, I MADE her (aka whined)for diet cola stop shortly after we left Kripalu.
I get my cup and ask the Panera's guy where the soda machine was and am told 'it's straight back'. Great. I'm starting to fill up my cup and forget I have a zen like yoga shirt on (small lettering of "believe in yourself" right above my chest). This shirt coupled with Panera's great ice tea (I was told this) is what sparked a very personal, long conversation - wait, conversation implies 2 or more people talking, scratch that.
I learned far too much about this woman. I'd like to say I was disturbed by the TMI, but this is not something unusual for me. It happens ALOT to me. I haven't a clue why.
After 10 minutes of chatting by the soda machine, I was able to direct her and the conversation towards the front (part of me had the fear that my sister ditched me). She was still chatting as we left the store. We said our goodbyes and when I got in the car my sister asked if she was someone I went to UCONN with. I said no. She asked how I knew her, I replied I didn't.
Sometimes, people find it easier to talk to strangers and I won't cut a person off. They have a story that's important for them to share, why ruin their excitement?
In my family there are the family members that strike up conversations with strangers, and the ones random strangers approach. I'm the latter.
Sunday, on the way home from Kripalu (land of no caffeine) my sister was jonesing for a Starbucks. She used the GPS app on her phone which led us many miles off the Torrington exit.
When we finally reached the final GPS destination, I laughed. Someone forgot to update the Starbuck locations on her snazzy app because it had closed down. Luckily, my sister saw a Panera and went there.
Woo Hoo another diet cola for me! Seriously, I MADE her (aka whined)for diet cola stop shortly after we left Kripalu.
I get my cup and ask the Panera's guy where the soda machine was and am told 'it's straight back'. Great. I'm starting to fill up my cup and forget I have a zen like yoga shirt on (small lettering of "believe in yourself" right above my chest). This shirt coupled with Panera's great ice tea (I was told this) is what sparked a very personal, long conversation - wait, conversation implies 2 or more people talking, scratch that.
I learned far too much about this woman. I'd like to say I was disturbed by the TMI, but this is not something unusual for me. It happens ALOT to me. I haven't a clue why.
After 10 minutes of chatting by the soda machine, I was able to direct her and the conversation towards the front (part of me had the fear that my sister ditched me). She was still chatting as we left the store. We said our goodbyes and when I got in the car my sister asked if she was someone I went to UCONN with. I said no. She asked how I knew her, I replied I didn't.
Sometimes, people find it easier to talk to strangers and I won't cut a person off. They have a story that's important for them to share, why ruin their excitement?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Using Facebook to Solicit Advice is Just Wrong...
Thursday, April 9, 2009...
I have no idea what I was thinking when I posted this Facebook status:
"I'm trying to figure out how I stop the neighbor's cat from using my front yard flower bed as its litter box. I can't stand the smell of cat pee as soon as I open the door. Any suggestions? [I won't shoot it]"
I thought maybe I had other friends that ran into my situation who could share their "wisdom" of how they solved their problem. Here are the comments I received:
Jon: Mixture of catnip and rat poison
I thought I was clear by stating I wasn't going to shoot the cat that people knew I meant I wasn't going to kill it.
John: How about a crossbow.
Rich: One word..."Airsoft"
It's fun and wont kill the frigger
At least Rich understood that "I won't shoot it" meant I wasn't planning on killing the cat - kudos to him.
At this point I responded to all three thinking some addition feedback might be helpful.
LMB: Hmm....maybe I should have stated I wanted options that won't kill a cat. Jon & John you give great suggestions of how to kill (although a crossbow? a bit extreme don't you think?)
Rich, your suggestion may not kill the kitty, but do I want to pick up a peeing kitty? (For some reason, I misinterpreted "airsoft" as "air toss").
I thought maybe the clarification would help, but nope... Instead, I received these further suggestions:
John: Crossbow sends a message to all animals in the neighborhood.
Rich: The Airsoft is a gun...like a BB gun, but with plastic BB-like pellets. I think the neighbors cat would make good target practice. (Again, very helpful since I had confused the terms airsoft with air toss)
At this point, I realize being subtle just isn't going to work and state the obvious - You people frighten me....does anyone have any nonviolent suggestions for me?
John: Kidnap the kitty and drop him off at a shelter in Jersey. (For readers not on the East coast, 95 cats were recently rescued from huge mansion in NJ and are currently residing in a shelter awaiting adoption).
Rich: ... strategically place fly paper in your garden...too much?
At this point, I realize I will not receive one suggestion that I'd ever use and send an email to a person I know may have a real solution. However, I can't stop here because I want to see how creative these guys will go.
LMB: am I to dangle fly paper off the gutters of the house or string a line across the yard and dangle them off the line? Also, how many fly strips would I need because I'm trying to catch a cat, not a fly...
Rich: No no...just lay the paper in the garden. So when el gato steps in the garden...stick stick stick
LMB: Just imagine what else would get stuck on the paper....
Rich: Oh...you could have a whole menagerie of stuck critters.
At this point, I thinking only men would give such bad advice - WRONG. My girlfriend gets in the act with this tidbit of wisdom:
A: I think you need to get a dog. A beagle would just love to chase that darn cat!
At the end of the evening, my friend on the West Coast sums it all up with the following statement:
Ron: LMB - your friend John is really thinking. I would take one of his suggestions.
I give up. I have learned my lesson and will not use FB to seek any solutions from my friends. Having admitted defeat, I posted the following status this morning:
I'd like to thank everyone for their interesting solutions to my gardening problem yesterday. I wonder if I would have received as many great suggestions if I had asked the question "What should I serve for Easter dinner?"
I have no idea what I was thinking when I posted this Facebook status:
"I'm trying to figure out how I stop the neighbor's cat from using my front yard flower bed as its litter box. I can't stand the smell of cat pee as soon as I open the door. Any suggestions? [I won't shoot it]"
I thought maybe I had other friends that ran into my situation who could share their "wisdom" of how they solved their problem. Here are the comments I received:
Jon: Mixture of catnip and rat poison
I thought I was clear by stating I wasn't going to shoot the cat that people knew I meant I wasn't going to kill it.
John: How about a crossbow.
Rich: One word..."Airsoft"
It's fun and wont kill the frigger
At least Rich understood that "I won't shoot it" meant I wasn't planning on killing the cat - kudos to him.
At this point I responded to all three thinking some addition feedback might be helpful.
LMB: Hmm....maybe I should have stated I wanted options that won't kill a cat. Jon & John you give great suggestions of how to kill (although a crossbow? a bit extreme don't you think?)
Rich, your suggestion may not kill the kitty, but do I want to pick up a peeing kitty? (For some reason, I misinterpreted "airsoft" as "air toss").
I thought maybe the clarification would help, but nope... Instead, I received these further suggestions:
John: Crossbow sends a message to all animals in the neighborhood.
Rich: The Airsoft is a gun...like a BB gun, but with plastic BB-like pellets. I think the neighbors cat would make good target practice. (Again, very helpful since I had confused the terms airsoft with air toss)
At this point, I realize being subtle just isn't going to work and state the obvious - You people frighten me....does anyone have any nonviolent suggestions for me?
John: Kidnap the kitty and drop him off at a shelter in Jersey. (For readers not on the East coast, 95 cats were recently rescued from huge mansion in NJ and are currently residing in a shelter awaiting adoption).
Rich: ... strategically place fly paper in your garden...too much?
At this point, I realize I will not receive one suggestion that I'd ever use and send an email to a person I know may have a real solution. However, I can't stop here because I want to see how creative these guys will go.
LMB: am I to dangle fly paper off the gutters of the house or string a line across the yard and dangle them off the line? Also, how many fly strips would I need because I'm trying to catch a cat, not a fly...
Rich: No no...just lay the paper in the garden. So when el gato steps in the garden...stick stick stick
LMB: Just imagine what else would get stuck on the paper....
Rich: Oh...you could have a whole menagerie of stuck critters.
At this point, I thinking only men would give such bad advice - WRONG. My girlfriend gets in the act with this tidbit of wisdom:
A: I think you need to get a dog. A beagle would just love to chase that darn cat!
At the end of the evening, my friend on the West Coast sums it all up with the following statement:
Ron: LMB - your friend John is really thinking. I would take one of his suggestions.
I give up. I have learned my lesson and will not use FB to seek any solutions from my friends. Having admitted defeat, I posted the following status this morning:
I'd like to thank everyone for their interesting solutions to my gardening problem yesterday. I wonder if I would have received as many great suggestions if I had asked the question "What should I serve for Easter dinner?"
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Rant and Rave Wednesday
Wednesday, April 8, 2009....
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rave, but soon to be Rant: I haven't worked out with Evil Janet, nor have I done a thing since last Thursday. Today, I start again. I feel great right now, but talk to me late this afternoon. I probably won't be able to get off the couch.
Rave: I've gotten more sleep in the past week than I have in awhile. I can't tell you my secret because I haven't a clue what it is, but am happy it is working.
Rant: Kale. Sorry for all you Kale lovers out there, but it is disgusting.
Rave: Meditation. I forget how wonderful I feel afterwards.
Rant: Cold weather is not helpful to gardening (however, it isn't stopping the neighborhood cat from using it as its litter box my garden is litter box to neighbor's cat). I have a bunch of stuff coming up and still need to clean up from last year.
Rave: Great workshop at Kripalu. It was obvious that the instructor put a lot of time and effort into the workshop. It was helpful and interesting.
Rave: I learned other interesting things in my workshop. I learned about letter boxing, knitters aren't as zen-like as I believe them to be and some people use the picture of Andrew Jackson on the $20 bill as inspiration for their hairstyle. I admit, the last item got me searching for a $20 immediately in my wallet. After careful evaluation (about 20 seconds) it was clear to me that I will never mimic this hairstyle no matter how trendy it becomes. It's just wrong.
Rave: Diet cola after a weekend of no caffeine and extremely healthy food is nirvana!
How was your week? Any Rants and Raves you want to share? I would love to hear them.
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rave, but soon to be Rant: I haven't worked out with Evil Janet, nor have I done a thing since last Thursday. Today, I start again. I feel great right now, but talk to me late this afternoon. I probably won't be able to get off the couch.
Rave: I've gotten more sleep in the past week than I have in awhile. I can't tell you my secret because I haven't a clue what it is, but am happy it is working.
Rant: Kale. Sorry for all you Kale lovers out there, but it is disgusting.
Rave: Meditation. I forget how wonderful I feel afterwards.
Rant: Cold weather is not helpful to gardening (however, it isn't stopping the neighborhood cat from using it as its litter box my garden is litter box to neighbor's cat). I have a bunch of stuff coming up and still need to clean up from last year.
Rave: Great workshop at Kripalu. It was obvious that the instructor put a lot of time and effort into the workshop. It was helpful and interesting.
Rave: I learned other interesting things in my workshop. I learned about letter boxing, knitters aren't as zen-like as I believe them to be and some people use the picture of Andrew Jackson on the $20 bill as inspiration for their hairstyle. I admit, the last item got me searching for a $20 immediately in my wallet. After careful evaluation (about 20 seconds) it was clear to me that I will never mimic this hairstyle no matter how trendy it becomes. It's just wrong.
Rave: Diet cola after a weekend of no caffeine and extremely healthy food is nirvana!
How was your week? Any Rants and Raves you want to share? I would love to hear them.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Recap of Grammar Girl Workshop and My Experience at Kripalu
Tuesday, April 7, 2009....
I was excited and apprehensive about this past weekend. I suck at grammar and have run as far away from writing for public viewing most of my life. As we introduced ourselves the first night, I thought I may have been over my head. Everyone was either a writer, editor or had known since childhood writing was their passion. For me, writing, other than in my personal journal, was something I bolted from.
In my ultimate wisdom, I chose a major in college that required me to write numerous papers and 6 years ago landed a position that challenged me on a daily basis to write.
Writing, editing and modifying legal documents was not fun for me. I could never interject my voice into my work and the following words: shall vs may, nonetheless and furthermore, pushed me over the edge.
I think it was during this time I was overcome by the need to just write about everything and anything with an air of whimsy. It was the counterbalance I was missing and desperately needed.
Over the years, friends and family commented that I had a quirky way of relaying a story so when I became unemployed, my sister encouraged me to start this blog (probably so I wouldn't lose my mind while looking for work).
The workshop was perfect. Mignon created a very interactive workshop and opened herself up so I wasn't intimidated by her knowledge of grammar (I had visions I would be corrected every time I opened my mouth).
It was obvious she spent a lot of time preparing for this workshop. She explored various topics with the group such as:
- Expressions of Writing (journaling, blogging)
- Exercises (free writing and prompt writing)
- Promoting Oneself
If you haven't heard of Mignon, aka Grammar Girl, I'd suggest signing up for her newsletter or podcasts Grammar Girl. Personally, I really enjoyed her book and will use it as a reference guide.
In addition to the workshop, I got to spend some quality time with my sister. She had signed up for a singing workshop and had to sing without lyrics in front of 30 people. I had many suggestions for her (SuperFreak by Rick James and any BeeGees song because who can really decipher what they were singing), but she ignored them. Hmmm... I can't figure out why.
While I wasn't torturing her, I was able to read and meditate. I'm now at a place where I need to meditate for 30 minutes because it takes me a good 15 minutes to stop the chatter inside my head. I will make meditating a priority in my daily routine because I felt great after my practice.
I left Friday wanting and needing to clear my head. Sometimes, I wish for things which don't happen. However, that wasn't the case this past weekend.
I was excited and apprehensive about this past weekend. I suck at grammar and have run as far away from writing for public viewing most of my life. As we introduced ourselves the first night, I thought I may have been over my head. Everyone was either a writer, editor or had known since childhood writing was their passion. For me, writing, other than in my personal journal, was something I bolted from.
In my ultimate wisdom, I chose a major in college that required me to write numerous papers and 6 years ago landed a position that challenged me on a daily basis to write.
Writing, editing and modifying legal documents was not fun for me. I could never interject my voice into my work and the following words: shall vs may, nonetheless and furthermore, pushed me over the edge.
I think it was during this time I was overcome by the need to just write about everything and anything with an air of whimsy. It was the counterbalance I was missing and desperately needed.
Over the years, friends and family commented that I had a quirky way of relaying a story so when I became unemployed, my sister encouraged me to start this blog (probably so I wouldn't lose my mind while looking for work).
The workshop was perfect. Mignon created a very interactive workshop and opened herself up so I wasn't intimidated by her knowledge of grammar (I had visions I would be corrected every time I opened my mouth).
It was obvious she spent a lot of time preparing for this workshop. She explored various topics with the group such as:
- Expressions of Writing (journaling, blogging)
- Exercises (free writing and prompt writing)
- Promoting Oneself
If you haven't heard of Mignon, aka Grammar Girl, I'd suggest signing up for her newsletter or podcasts Grammar Girl. Personally, I really enjoyed her book and will use it as a reference guide.
In addition to the workshop, I got to spend some quality time with my sister. She had signed up for a singing workshop and had to sing without lyrics in front of 30 people. I had many suggestions for her (SuperFreak by Rick James and any BeeGees song because who can really decipher what they were singing), but she ignored them. Hmmm... I can't figure out why.
While I wasn't torturing her, I was able to read and meditate. I'm now at a place where I need to meditate for 30 minutes because it takes me a good 15 minutes to stop the chatter inside my head. I will make meditating a priority in my daily routine because I felt great after my practice.
I left Friday wanting and needing to clear my head. Sometimes, I wish for things which don't happen. However, that wasn't the case this past weekend.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Kripalu and The Grammar Girl
Friday, April 3, 2009.....
This weekend couldn't come at a better time. Wednesday, I heard the position I interviewed for, was pulled. Ironically, this is not the first time I've had this happen to me. Many employers are "window shopping" for the perfect candidate, but don't have the budget to pull the trigger and hire. I'm becoming accustomed to this, but wasn't prepared for the recruiter's reaction on Wednesday.
He whined to me. He whined to me about his personal fears of losing his job. I try to be empathetic, but after 11 months of being unemployed, I don't have it in me to placate another person's fears over the possibility of losing their job. I wish I could say he's unique, but no. Others do this to me. Typically, I handle this well, but right now, I just don't want to hear it.
My energy is low and I'm in definite need for some "head clearing" (I believe head clearing should be an activity like skiing).
Several months ago, my sister asked if I'd be interested in this workshop at Kripalu grammar girl workshop. I admit, I hadn't a clue who Mignon Fogarty was, but really liked what I read. I'm looking forward to her workshop and staying at this retreat center for yoga, health, and holistic living. The atmosphere is peaceful and I plan on spending some time meditating.
I can't wait! A weekend of learning coupled with a zen-like atmosphere is just what I need.
Woo Hoo!
This weekend couldn't come at a better time. Wednesday, I heard the position I interviewed for, was pulled. Ironically, this is not the first time I've had this happen to me. Many employers are "window shopping" for the perfect candidate, but don't have the budget to pull the trigger and hire. I'm becoming accustomed to this, but wasn't prepared for the recruiter's reaction on Wednesday.
He whined to me. He whined to me about his personal fears of losing his job. I try to be empathetic, but after 11 months of being unemployed, I don't have it in me to placate another person's fears over the possibility of losing their job. I wish I could say he's unique, but no. Others do this to me. Typically, I handle this well, but right now, I just don't want to hear it.
My energy is low and I'm in definite need for some "head clearing" (I believe head clearing should be an activity like skiing).
Several months ago, my sister asked if I'd be interested in this workshop at Kripalu grammar girl workshop. I admit, I hadn't a clue who Mignon Fogarty was, but really liked what I read. I'm looking forward to her workshop and staying at this retreat center for yoga, health, and holistic living. The atmosphere is peaceful and I plan on spending some time meditating.
I can't wait! A weekend of learning coupled with a zen-like atmosphere is just what I need.
Woo Hoo!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
One More Rant for Rant and Rave Wednesday
I heard back from the employer that I was waiting to hear back from. It took them almost two months to decide and their decision was to cancel the position due to the economy.
The only consolation is that they liked me.
The only consolation is that they liked me.
Rant and Rave Wednesday
Wednesday, April 1, 2009.....
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rant: INSOMNIA. God, do I hate it. Couldn't fall asleep Monday until Tuesday at 6:00 a.m.. I slept close to 4 hours and was up again. Later, I was able to take a nap in the afternoon before going out last night, but falling asleep sitting up with your head back, really kills your neck and gives your a nice headache.
Rave: Hubby and I had a nice evening out last night. Excederin works magic and we went to dinner and saw Jesus Christ Superstar last night. Thanks "M" for the tickets.
Rave: Still working out with trainer who is challenging me with every workout.
Rant: While I felt confident last week that I had gotten over the pain from training, it's back.
Rave: Great dinner with a good friend last week at a restaurant that didn't dissapoint.
Rant: Ummm....no word from possible employer. I guess I need to look up definition of "shortly" in the corporate America dictionary. I assumed that the latest I'd hear is last Friday, but maybe "shortly" means in 10 to 12 weeks...
Rave: Off this weekend for a writer's workshop and yoga (okay, meditation, yoga is NOT my thing unless it is alert sleeping aka restorative yoga).
How was your week? Any Rants and Raves you want to share? I would love to hear them.
Any readers following me on a regular basis know if it's Wednesday, it's time to Rant and Rave about the past week. Without further adieu, here are my Rants and Raves from the past week:
Rant: INSOMNIA. God, do I hate it. Couldn't fall asleep Monday until Tuesday at 6:00 a.m.. I slept close to 4 hours and was up again. Later, I was able to take a nap in the afternoon before going out last night, but falling asleep sitting up with your head back, really kills your neck and gives your a nice headache.
Rave: Hubby and I had a nice evening out last night. Excederin works magic and we went to dinner and saw Jesus Christ Superstar last night. Thanks "M" for the tickets.
Rave: Still working out with trainer who is challenging me with every workout.
Rant: While I felt confident last week that I had gotten over the pain from training, it's back.
Rave: Great dinner with a good friend last week at a restaurant that didn't dissapoint.
Rant: Ummm....no word from possible employer. I guess I need to look up definition of "shortly" in the corporate America dictionary. I assumed that the latest I'd hear is last Friday, but maybe "shortly" means in 10 to 12 weeks...
Rave: Off this weekend for a writer's workshop and yoga (okay, meditation, yoga is NOT my thing unless it is alert sleeping aka restorative yoga).
How was your week? Any Rants and Raves you want to share? I would love to hear them.
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