Goal: To ride my bike instead of driving.
Small Goal: To be able to make it all the way up the hill on the way to work without having to get off and walk my bike up it.
Triumphant! Today my mountain was turned into a mole hill and I conquered my hill! I even made great time and arrived to work considerably less sweaty and stinky then I usually do when I ride my bike to work. Only looked half dead instead of a hit and run victim left to die a slow and miserable death. Drastic improvement. Yay for me!!!!!!!!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
So happy
Things that make me so happy...
1) My job. Ok, it is a drag that I am not a bazillionare and so I have to work, but how lucky am I to be employed by one the best hospitals in the world?? I get to see the most amazing things everyday. If I was somewhere else, I would not have that opportunity.
2) My stuffed penguin. He is soft. He needs a name. Any suggestions?
3) My knees. Since I wiped out on my bike, I have not been able to kneel on that knee. Little did I realize how much I used that knee every day. I love my knees.
4) One of my bestest friends may be coming to visit me! How lucky am I? I can not wait!
5) Harry Potter 6 Midnight showing! 5 hours early, playing Catch Phrase with complete strangers, running with my little sisters to be the first people in the theatre, watching awesome previews and of course, HARRY POTTER! Can't wait for movies 7 and 8!
Sometimes, things just can't get any better!
Sometimes, things just can't get any better!
Monday, July 20, 2009
So little time...
This is my second post on this topic. I pulled my last one off as my own sisters said it was confusing and if my own sisters can't follow my scattered thinking pattern, how in the world can I expect the rest of my friends to follow me...so here is a revamped version of my newest goal development.
Per #6 on my list, Be on time. I don't understand why this is so hard. Sometimes I have a valid reason, like this morning when I snoozed through my alarm many many minutes knowing I had plenty of time. That is until I remembered I had not showered in two days and as a courtesy to my classmates, HAD to shower. See, lost track of days, had to smell nice (or at least decent), therefore, was late. But still, only 10 minutes, so I was pretty impressed. But mostly I am late because I woke up two hours early and watched three episodes of FRIENDS, each episode thinking, 'Oh, I have time to watch one more', and poof, I am late.
I HATE it when people are late. I HATE it when I am late. I think it is disrespectful and rude and I do it ALL the time. I have friends where I know it drives them INSANE when people are late and I STILL can't make it on time. I can just as easily get ready to go two hours early and after I am all ready, watch FRIENDS until it is time to go, instead of the other way around.
So per this months Readers Digest, my new plan. For every minute I am late, I owe the person I kept waiting $1. I have a three minute leeway. But after that initial three minutes, the tally begins. Day one was Thursday. I ended up forking over $23 to my friend. Shameful. Day two, I was only three minutes late, so only $3. And today, I was 2 minutes late. My friend donated her newly acquired $2 to her wedding fund! I am having trouble getting my friends to take my money. I just keep telling them that I don't care what they do with it, donate it a stranger, donate to your wedding, whatever.
A potential problem with this new rule is that as little money that I do have, I am remarkably bad with my money. So bad that I may not even notice or care that I am forking out large chunks of cash. Which brings up a goal on my new list of becoming a grownup....become financially responsible. I made a new list of goals just the other day, to take the place of my old list as many of those goals have been accomplished, like flossing. But I lost my new list. Which brings to the top of my list an old goal...to become organized. Poop. So many things to work on and so little time before I become a grownup.
Per #6 on my list, Be on time. I don't understand why this is so hard. Sometimes I have a valid reason, like this morning when I snoozed through my alarm many many minutes knowing I had plenty of time. That is until I remembered I had not showered in two days and as a courtesy to my classmates, HAD to shower. See, lost track of days, had to smell nice (or at least decent), therefore, was late. But still, only 10 minutes, so I was pretty impressed. But mostly I am late because I woke up two hours early and watched three episodes of FRIENDS, each episode thinking, 'Oh, I have time to watch one more', and poof, I am late.
I HATE it when people are late. I HATE it when I am late. I think it is disrespectful and rude and I do it ALL the time. I have friends where I know it drives them INSANE when people are late and I STILL can't make it on time. I can just as easily get ready to go two hours early and after I am all ready, watch FRIENDS until it is time to go, instead of the other way around.
So per this months Readers Digest, my new plan. For every minute I am late, I owe the person I kept waiting $1. I have a three minute leeway. But after that initial three minutes, the tally begins. Day one was Thursday. I ended up forking over $23 to my friend. Shameful. Day two, I was only three minutes late, so only $3. And today, I was 2 minutes late. My friend donated her newly acquired $2 to her wedding fund! I am having trouble getting my friends to take my money. I just keep telling them that I don't care what they do with it, donate it a stranger, donate to your wedding, whatever.
A potential problem with this new rule is that as little money that I do have, I am remarkably bad with my money. So bad that I may not even notice or care that I am forking out large chunks of cash. Which brings up a goal on my new list of becoming a grownup....become financially responsible. I made a new list of goals just the other day, to take the place of my old list as many of those goals have been accomplished, like flossing. But I lost my new list. Which brings to the top of my list an old goal...to become organized. Poop. So many things to work on and so little time before I become a grownup.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Torn up
Today I had my very first official bike face plant. Totally fell off my bike...hard. Of course, there were plenty of people on the path to stop and make sure I was alright and make sure that I was aware that many people saw me face plant. How embarrassing! I hit the side of the path, over corrected and face planted it. Ripped my most favorite pair of pants. Ripped my brand new amazing bike seat. Oh, and ripped my knee. I was tough though. Bounced right back up, made sure my knee was not profusely bleeding and started to cry when I saw my brand new bike seat all torn up. So sad. Becca was fascinated that I was more worried about my seat over my knee. After a few tears shed over my seat, I got back on and Becca and I finished riding...had to prove my toughness. I have decided that the new rips in the seat make me look tough. At least they will once I stop crying... poor little perfect seat.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Twinkly lights
Last night my friend and I went for a walk as the sun was almost gone. The fireflies/lightening bugs were everywhere and fantastic. Literally lit up the woods like twinkly lights. It was one of the most amazingly beautiful things I have ever seen. Wonderful little lightening bugs. Thank goodness there are bugs whose bums light up. It was an incredible night.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Happy 4th of July
This was Shelby's (the dog) first July 4th with us. Apparently Shelby is afraid of fireworks. Oh, and so is Izzy (the other dog). Tonight when I got home, I let poor Shelby inside because she was huddled out back by the door and I let Izzy out of her kennel. I was the only one home. We live far away from the main fireworks but you could still kind of hear them and you could certainly hear other fireworks going off. So the dogs and I sat in the house. At some point during the evening, Izzy decides she needs to go outside to do her business. So all three of us go out front, only to have two dogs try to jump into my arms while I stood there. Big scary noises equal two dogs literally scared crapless. So back inside we go. I keep Izzy in my constant sight as Izzy needs to poo and Izzy likes to poo in the living room. Thus begins the trauma.
Izzy starts pacing back and forth over me on the couch and suddenly floofs ON MY ARM!! Super gross! I had doggie gas on MY ARM. Back outside all three of us go. Again, two dogs too afraid to crap let alone leave my side. So back inside we go. I call my parents, thinking they have got to be close to home. Maybe we could do a little doggie group therapy and together help the dogs poo outside and not so much in the living room. My mother suggests I try taking them out back, where Shelby lives. It is a fenced backyard so perhaps they will feel safer. I open the door, Izzy goes out, the bugs come in, and Shelby takes off across the house in fear of the big scary noises and being left outside. I shut the door on Izzy, leaving her outside, many many bugs inside and chase after Shelby. Shelby has positioned herself in an almost impossible angle to reach her collar (smart dog). I proceed to climb over her and try to man handle my 50 lb dog towards the back door. She proceeds to play dead. (Again, smart dog). I am now trying to move 50lbs of dead weight across the room, all while trying to be firm but in reality laughing hysterically. HELLOOOOO!! A dog floofed on MY ARM!! The dogs must do their duty outside and it must happen before more then a floof is left on my arm! So in the process of dragging my faker dog to the door, I pull a muscle in my back. I finally get Shelby to the door, open the door, Izzy runs in, the bugs run in and in the process of trying to catch Izzy, Shelby gets loose and flies across the room again. By this time, I am laughing hysterically, I can barely stand up straight my back hurts so bad and there is a giganto moth flying by my head. I look up and what do I see? A very triumphant Shelby perched on the couch like she owns it. Bad Shelby. She is not allowed on the couch. I try to scold her in my best Cesar impression but I am laughing to hard. I limp to the couch where Shelby sits, master of her domain, and try to pull her off, all the while trying to use my firm voice and keep my eye on Izzy in case of spontaneous poopage. Shelby just grins. It takes all I have to push her off the couch, my back is on fire, the giganto moth is trying to eat me and Izzy is slinking off to her triumphant return to the living room. I am laughing so hard that Izzy might not be the only one to lose bladder control in the living room and there is Shelby, in all her glory, grinning at me. The two dogs and I end up sitting on the kitchen floor, me popping Ibuprofen and trying to stretch out my back. Shelby just sits there giving me kisses. Stupid difficult amazingly cute affectionate calm dog. I love her. And I start laughing again. Now...where did Izzy go???
Izzy starts pacing back and forth over me on the couch and suddenly floofs ON MY ARM!! Super gross! I had doggie gas on MY ARM. Back outside all three of us go. Again, two dogs too afraid to crap let alone leave my side. So back inside we go. I call my parents, thinking they have got to be close to home. Maybe we could do a little doggie group therapy and together help the dogs poo outside and not so much in the living room. My mother suggests I try taking them out back, where Shelby lives. It is a fenced backyard so perhaps they will feel safer. I open the door, Izzy goes out, the bugs come in, and Shelby takes off across the house in fear of the big scary noises and being left outside. I shut the door on Izzy, leaving her outside, many many bugs inside and chase after Shelby. Shelby has positioned herself in an almost impossible angle to reach her collar (smart dog). I proceed to climb over her and try to man handle my 50 lb dog towards the back door. She proceeds to play dead. (Again, smart dog). I am now trying to move 50lbs of dead weight across the room, all while trying to be firm but in reality laughing hysterically. HELLOOOOO!! A dog floofed on MY ARM!! The dogs must do their duty outside and it must happen before more then a floof is left on my arm! So in the process of dragging my faker dog to the door, I pull a muscle in my back. I finally get Shelby to the door, open the door, Izzy runs in, the bugs run in and in the process of trying to catch Izzy, Shelby gets loose and flies across the room again. By this time, I am laughing hysterically, I can barely stand up straight my back hurts so bad and there is a giganto moth flying by my head. I look up and what do I see? A very triumphant Shelby perched on the couch like she owns it. Bad Shelby. She is not allowed on the couch. I try to scold her in my best Cesar impression but I am laughing to hard. I limp to the couch where Shelby sits, master of her domain, and try to pull her off, all the while trying to use my firm voice and keep my eye on Izzy in case of spontaneous poopage. Shelby just grins. It takes all I have to push her off the couch, my back is on fire, the giganto moth is trying to eat me and Izzy is slinking off to her triumphant return to the living room. I am laughing so hard that Izzy might not be the only one to lose bladder control in the living room and there is Shelby, in all her glory, grinning at me. The two dogs and I end up sitting on the kitchen floor, me popping Ibuprofen and trying to stretch out my back. Shelby just sits there giving me kisses. Stupid difficult amazingly cute affectionate calm dog. I love her. And I start laughing again. Now...where did Izzy go???
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
lazy lazy lazy
I am lazy. Ask anyone who knows me, lazy lazy lazy. I don't even like washing my hair because I have to redo it all over again. What a waste of time. But desperate times call for desperate measures. My birthday is looming. My guy friends who have already celebrated this glorious year insist on telling me how horrible it was. I am determined to prove them wrong. So, first step in proving them wrong is to not let things get any worse. I am determined to take control of my body. That said, remember, I am lazy lazy lazy. It is especially hard to get off my lazy tush and do something physically active when I could just watch FRIENDS reruns. So starting this past Sunday, I have done something desperate. I have a new rule.
My new rule is in regards to my hair. As I said, I hate doing my hair (lazy). I wear my hair in a ponytail everyday. Those who know me can probably count on one hand the times they have seen me with my hair down. My new rule is that I can only wear my hair in a ponytail for the day if I have done a substantial workout that day. If I have not, I can not wear my hair in a ponytail. This is devastating news for me. I love ponytails. And I am not a fan of wearing my hair down, especially in the summer. I can still wear my hair up if I have not done anything but I will have to do something creative. And as I am not creative or talented with hairstyles, this means more work for me. And all the work doing my hair that day, I might as well take the time to exercise. I am hoping this new rule works. It has so far. Exceptions are only Sundays and weekends where I work 12 hour shifts. But working anything less does not count as an exception. And I REALLY hate wearing my hair down at work. So if you see me and I have my hair in a ponytail, please be sure to interrogate me and make sure I am not cheating. Here is to many more ponytail days.
My new rule is in regards to my hair. As I said, I hate doing my hair (lazy). I wear my hair in a ponytail everyday. Those who know me can probably count on one hand the times they have seen me with my hair down. My new rule is that I can only wear my hair in a ponytail for the day if I have done a substantial workout that day. If I have not, I can not wear my hair in a ponytail. This is devastating news for me. I love ponytails. And I am not a fan of wearing my hair down, especially in the summer. I can still wear my hair up if I have not done anything but I will have to do something creative. And as I am not creative or talented with hairstyles, this means more work for me. And all the work doing my hair that day, I might as well take the time to exercise. I am hoping this new rule works. It has so far. Exceptions are only Sundays and weekends where I work 12 hour shifts. But working anything less does not count as an exception. And I REALLY hate wearing my hair down at work. So if you see me and I have my hair in a ponytail, please be sure to interrogate me and make sure I am not cheating. Here is to many more ponytail days.
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