Oh Thursday
I suck at googling. Literally. I see something I want I try to describe it as best as I can, but I never get the results I want. I had an affair with BING for a while, and I think ever since then google knows, and refuses to work. Bastard.
So you know that little wedding that happened last April?
Yes This One
Well, WAY before this I’ve always kind of been infatuated with Kate Middleton. Not saying I am like the biggest fan ever, but I kind of idolize her fashion choices and her refusal to really change her course just because she was dating a prince. She set herself up for success, really. That and she is kind of gorgeous, so what’s not to like?
Well the day after her fairy tale wedding she left the palace in these:
LK Bennett "The Maddox Shoe"
See? (from: LKB)
Well I googled. And Googled. And Googled. I found them at the LK Bennett Store. But I am sure that regardless of how I market this situation to Jason, I will be met with “You are not spending $277.00 on a pair of shoes.” He’s right. I’m not. Neither is American Express, Visa, or Other Visa.
The only pair I found that was similar was on Piperlime, and they were n’t similar enough for me to want them (or cheap enough.). Sigh #FirstWorldProblems
It’s totally fine. Those and my search for the perfect pair of knee high brown boots continues.
I’m dressing up tomorrow for work, even though it’s Friday, because I have to meet with the VP of the company, and even though I can guarantee he’ll be in Jeans, I won’t be. I roll with the opinion of Dress for the Job you want, and I obviously want a job that makes you wear a skirt and heels on Fridays.
Ahh the sun just came out, after all morning of rain and doom and gloom.
This makes me a bit happier about my 5 mile run this afternoon. Very happy.
So I did Yoga Last night – like actual yoga – like the yoga where the instructor keeps saying in a very sweet determined voice “Let Go, just let it all go!”
I’m so used to the Jillian Michaels Yoga DVD that actually having good form was difficult. I am not as flexible as I once believed, and well, I am pretty much a beginner. So doing things like Pigeon pose, which I thought I was doing right, I wasn’t and I was hurting myself doing it the wrong way. Ugh Yoga.
Then just moments ago.. my life WAS.MADE.
OMG.
It’s That Moment You Realize You Used Salt Instead of Sugar
*Twitch*
I’m having one of those days and it’s barely past noon. It’s gorgeous outside, apparently. I can only tell by the smiling faces of people who are outside my window as they gleefully dance and skip to their cars, as they are leaving for lunch or the day, or life. Who knows. The weather bug on my desktop says 62 degrees and sunny. Allergies are bothering my sister, which means it’s gotta be spring outside.
But it’s February 1st.
I don’t care if this is an effect of Global Warming. Keep it coming for Pete’s sake.
But what about the Polar Bears?? Can we shave them down, or something?
That was highly insensitive and frankly if you know me AT ALL you know I don’t actually feel that way, in the slightest. I actually cry whenever I think of them up there, getting overheated. Or that new movie “Big Miracle” about the whales that get stuck? Yeah there is a reason Drew Barrymore is in that role. BECAUSE WE ARE THE SAME PERSON.
Except I totally would not have married Tom Green. Not sure what she was smoking then, but at least it’s passed.
MOVING ON.
I’m totally anxious about something but I can’t figure out what. So I am trying to listen to soothing music and breathe deeply, but we all know that isn’t going to help. Mama needs a drink.
I’m actually happy that today is not a run day, because I am tired, but I am also sad. I like run days because they make me feel strong and powerful, but I know if I over do it, that will be the end. Instead it will be strength training and craziness of yoga and walking when I get home. Yes all three. I’m gonna walk like 1.5 – 2 miles on the treadmill, and then do upper body weights, and then some yoga to stretch it all out.
Then tonight I am making BeBe Stir Fry Rolls. If it’s successful I’ll post pictures and recipe. I’m kind of giddy since my Taco Cupcakes worked out so well. I got my cooking groove back.
Now I realize this post is turning into a incoherent mess of rambling, thanks for playing along.
Animal Print Pants Out of Control
So on Sweet Tater Blog, she was tagged with a post activity to post 11 things about her. I’ve always been a sucker for these, because frankly the idea of being this narcissistic and prideful (why else do we have blogs?) in a list format with our readers is kind of a writing turn on.
Oh yeah I said it.
- I have become insanely entranced with Oatmeal. I know, it’s random, and weird, and kind of blah, but I love it. I’ve been adding everything to it. I’m thinking about doing a page on here for 30 different ways to dress up your oatmeal. It will be epic, and most recipes will contain Peanut Butter I am sure.
- I’ve gone from a gagillion splenda’s a day in my coffee, smoothie, life, air, eyes, to 3 packets total.
- When I am angry, I clean like a mofo. I’m not joking. I will start on one end of the main level and vacuum, swiffer, dust, disinfect, scrub, rearrange, etc. until I’ve ‘worked through my issues’. If that doesn’t work, there is always an upstairs and basement.
- I have an unrelenting desire to be a baker. Not just a person who bakes at home, but someone who like bakes professionally. I would love to have thought up the Cupcake Shop Idea (and had the capital and talent to do it).
- I do not like ‘mystery meat’ by this I mean generic hot dogs – I only buy Nathan’s or Hebrew National, or Bologna (WHAT DOES IT MEAN?). I’m not okay with the idea of random fillers in my food, so I’m scared of things that aren’t forthcoming with their ingredients.
- I could literally watch Sex and the City reruns and both movies all the time, without getting bored. Same with Friends, Will and Grace, and pretty much any movie staring Drew Barrymore.
- I have not read any of the Harry Potter books, nor have I seen any of the movies. I feel ashamed to start now, and have a feeling that I will be chastised more for being late to the party then for not reading them at all.
- I start writing a story and it completely takes off. I usually lose control around the 15th page and then I have to go back and re-read because my mind has ventured down too many paths to remember how we got here at the end.
- I think I sound very arrogant when I write anything. I go back and re-edit things to tone down my assertiveness.
- I am constantly worried about what other people think of me. It’s vastly debilitating and well, I’m sure it hurts more than helps.
- I do not deserve the life I’ve been given, so I’m trying not to take it for granted.
I made taco cupcakes last night - YUM Thanks www.emilybites.com
What the heck is going on with our weather
Outdoor Run! FELT GREAT!
573 Words 97% of You Won’t Understand
There are straight days, weeks, and months that I don’t think about you. I can go spans of time without even the slightest thought of you. It didn’t always seem that way, but now almost 4 years since an utterance of a kind word from you, the numbness has taken over and I can think of this person on a different plain then the rest of humanity.
It used to anger me, quite often, that something that was obviously a mistake, a fight, a discrepancy in our foundation would be the demise of the friendship that carried me through some of the most monumental portions of my life.
It shouldn’t have happened, but it did. I take blame for my part, and hell if I knew that I would get my friend back I would take blame for it all.
I casually thought that space, time, distance, silence would eventually make our paths cross again, but so far, it hasn’t. Emails, text messages, begs of forgiveness have fallen upon them like air, they dissipate before consumption. Screaming within a box I feel the words like shards of glass come back through my vocal chords, stripping themselves from me, like Em did.
Old cards, pictures, notes, gifts, DVD’s, songs, memories, papers, classes we took, moments that owned both of us.
You were angry I chose him over you.
I couldn’t help myself when I met you. You were hilarious. The instant understanding we had and how you refused to let me fall into the cracks of some professors shoes. How crying over critiques from others on our inner most realizations about ourselves in workshops never made us feel better, but always seemed to at least make us feel.
I spent 2 years of my life thanking God that a kindred spirit had fallen into my lap.
You watched me get given away. I believe sometimes you felt you should have been the one to do so. As if my father didn’t have as much history as us, in some ways he doesn’t. Things changed, so desperately, when he changed my name. In my eyes for the better, but yours were a different shade.
I should have seen it coming. I should have known then. Parts of me refused to believe that you being absent could be a possibility.
I watched my life change on both fronts that night.
The devil, my dear, is in the details, and we both know how he sinned.
Explanation to him, hurt more than one would think. Though I’m sure you don’t believe it.
Hateful words from her solidified your silence indefinitely. Do you still think I’m lying to myself and others? Or is the delusion of semantics and labels and un-labels and titles, and non-titles you hide behind crafting your tumultuous escape? I don’t care. She was never my concern.
I was angry you dismissed me for her. Seemingly, as your eyes met.
My super hero of rhetoric has fallen silent in their response to any and all of my breaths.
With that, I know I’ve lost you. I know now, my closure is your refusal. For that I pity you. There will never be a time that I will forget things exchanged, or not cringe at the thought of how we threw it all away. They will never be a moment where I won’t jump.
But I’ll stop writing you letters, because that’s what you want.
-Lois Lane
Secrets – OH I’M TELLIN’
I try not to keep many things secret on this blog, but there are two things churning in my mind that until further research review and time I must keep to myself. The only reason why I am even bringing this up is because I am having issues containing myself.
Like Kristin’s Character on SNL for the Surprises Skits. I am trying not to flip my desk over in excitement, among other things.
My oatmeal was better this morning, except I couldn’t get the thermos open for 15 minutes. I tried banging it against something, running it under hot water, cursing at it. Nothing worked. I finally relented and asked a man to help me (Because it wasn’t so easy a woman could do it).
Mike Moss from WTOP said “You made his day” – though the .00000003% of me that is a feminist feels as though I failed at life.
That’s right – I’m a female that isn’t a feminist! I’m also not slack jawed or uneducated or part of some overbearing Man Religion. I’m an equalist.
I think we are all humans, and should all be treated the same.
I do however think Animals should be treated better thank humans. SIDE BAR: I was told by a coworker that Animals in America are treated better than humans.
Um.
No. They are not. But okay, you live in your fantasy world where everything you say is opposite and ignorant.
ANYWAYS.
So I had to ask a man to open something for me. I don’t normally care about doing this, because frankly, I ask my husband to do challenging tasks for me daily.
“Honey can you let the dogs out while I finish adding these two elements together to hopefully derive something that can be the basis for the cure for the common cold?”
or
“Honey can you take the heavy trash bag out, while I explain the theory of relativity to the online college course I am teaching?”
*The previous statements, may not be entirely factual*
So you would think asking my coworker to help wouldn’t have knocked me down 8 pegs. I can’t even look him in the eye. It’s like he knows I am the weakest person ever. I am totally going home and doing arm exercises with weights after my run tonight. I will beef up my arm strength so men will ask me to open jars for them.
That will show them… him. THE WORLD.
Menu:
- Breakfast: Oatmeal with Sugar Free Maple Syrup, banana and almond slivers. Coffee with cream, smoothie with Strawberries and 1/2 banana
- Lunch: Spinach salad with roasted chicken, veggies, and fat free ranch. Yogurt, 1 english muffin
- Snack: Clementines, Apple, Luna Mini Bar (if needed)
- Dinner: Taco ‘Cupcakes’ from www.emilybites.com (but altered slightly)
Activity: 5 miles and then WEIGHTS.
I Could Dress You Up
I’ m eating oatmeal out of a travel thermos I bought this weekend at Target. You have no idea how happy this makes me. I never liked those packets of oatmeal because I never had a measuring cup at work, and always put too little or too much water in the mixture. This resulted in some unhappy mornings. Then I completely quit oatmeal as if it were some callous drug that had bitten me for the final time. I was happy in English Muffin land, with my Better n’ Peanut Butter and Banana slices. But it was never warm upon arriving at work, and it always made me sad.
Then, because I’ll try anything once, I bought plain oatmeal without a single idea of what to do with it. I actually stood in my kitchen staring at the big cylindrical container in a confused fashion thinking “Splenda?” and that was the brightest idea I got.
Well since I am trying to quit the hard stuff (Whew it’s difficult), I then thought “Brown Sugar?” this made me smile, because then I realized I have semi-sweet chocolate chips. Bananas. Apple Pie Spice. Pumpkin Pie Spice. Almond Slivers. Walnuts.
Then I realized I could be a real bad ass and make my own Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal, with homemade baked apples and cinnamon from a jar (Thank you McCormick!). I could also make Maple and brown sugar oatmeal, because I in fact, have both ingredients. Of course, this morning, after not really going to bed at a reasonable hour, and then waking up to pee 5 times in the middle of the night, and then that weird dream about finding two dogs (a mom and a baby) that oddly were stuck on the side of a cliff, crying (and also looked like my two dogs Moody and Blarney and a Saluki all got together and had created a new breed) and then being told (in my dream, and then in reality) by my husband that I couldn’t keep them, I wasn’t really awake or in the mood to be all that daring this morning with my oatmeal. So banana, brown sugar and cinnamon won out, and right before sealing it shut till work, a few chocolate chips may have found their way in.
Yum.
So yesterday we kind of bummed around excluding all of that cleaning I did on the main level of the house, Jason cleaning and master bathroom, and then hauling our old garage doors to the dump (Like hell am I gonan pay Home Depot 146 bucks to remove them for us. Heh.), we also ended up going to Katerina’s Greek Cusine in Old Town Manassas. Oh. My. Taste buds. It was busy – as in we were lucky there wasn’t a line like there usually is – and our service was amazing, the atmosphere was great, and last but certainly not least – THE FOOD WAS PHENOMENAL.
I just can’t even begin to explain.. well, I can and did at my Yelp Review: Katerina’s Greek Cusine.
Jason and I have been trying a lot of new places recently. Jaleo, Seasons 52, Katerina’s, Cookology, Busara. I’m very happy that we live in a dynamic restaurant area.
The weekend before Valentines Day we are heading to Washington DC to try Oyamel, another Jose Andres Restaurant, and if it’s anything like Jaelo, omg. We are in for a real treat.
So today, it’s work, go home and get 30 minutes of incline walking done, Cook Dinner, and then go celebrate Brian’s Birthday with our Family. Brian is my Brother in Law in case you didn’t know and he has turned 31. It will be a good good day.
All because I started it with oatmeal.
Last night’s dinner was an epic fail. I tried to recreate the chicken pot pie from the Cookology night, and the whole thing came out undercooked, Other than the precooked chicken, and flavorless. We’ll try this again next week.
Menu:
Breakfast: Oatmeal w/ banana, cinnamon, brown sugar, choco chips. Coffee, smoothie
Lunch: Spinach Salad with radishes, cabbage, mushrooms, bean sprouts, apple, gorgonzola, chicken with a balsamic vinegarette. Clementines and Yogurt.
Dinner: Tenderloin Steak with Sweet Potato Fries
Activity: 2 miles of incline walking + 1 mile Running (possibly. Trying to get a runstreak going but my knees don’t want me to.)
My Crystal Says You Aren’t Telling Me Everything
This morning I woke up realizing immediately that I was scheduled to run 9 miles. My eyes immediately rolled in annoyance. It’s bad when you can’t wait till something is over, right? Something that I’ve been ‘looking forward to’ for so long, right? Well I’m there. I am ready for this to be over. But I think it might be the lead up that I don’t like. While I know I will not do well if say the half marathon was next weekend, I know I would still finish. So yeah I bitch about training, I know #firstworldproblems
So I got up, ate my oatmeal mess – WHOA HOLD UP.
I gotta tell you about this.
SO I bought plain oatmeal, and added almond slivers, chocolate chips (just a few), and Peanut butter and MAN. Not only was it delish, but it was so incredibly filling. SO filling. Which is making me think about trading this to my normal weekday breakfast, but more on that later.
Then after breakfast (Jason had Apple spice french toast and bacon) I let myself digest, then I changed clothes, did a little stretching and then I was off.
The first mile was great. The next 7 were okay. That last mile was perfect. Well that’s a lie. It was only perfect because it was the last one of the day. My entire lower body was on fire, and my chest was tight ( I need to get back to the doctor about this – If I don’t mention it this week – at least about making an appointment – stab me ), and then the minute that british woman on my Runtastic App said “Distance 9 miles” I was like “EFF THIS BITCH.” and stopped.
I walked, slowly, back to the house, and then came in and stripped myself of my electronics and then decided because of how amazing gorgeous it is outside that I would stretch on our deck. BEST IDEA EVER. It felt not only amazing, but with the fresh air I felt like I was getting really good deep breaths in.
Then I walked inside and showered. Something that not only felt amazing, but made me realize how incredibly salty my sweat is. Ok. It was gross. Seriously. I was like “Hi table salt flaking off me”. No joke.
Now I am dressed, cooled off, and drinking my post run smoothie and watching Kim and Kourtney Take New York.
I must be on a runners high if I am enjoying that.
Have a great Saturday y’all
Why I Love Today
- I was off work today because of holiday hours I had to use
- New garage doors were installed and they are not only perfect, but they are quiet and keep the cold out
- It got to 61 degrees today
- I did Yoga even though it’s my rest day, and I felt great for doing some sort of exercise (It was yoga meltdown so there was movement involved)
- I did all the laundry, and cleaned up the main level of the house – resulting in me not having to do it tomorrow
- I actually picked up the Praxis study guide book – that’s more than I’ve done ever.
- I got my W-2 which means we can file our taxes!
- I’m having a great hair day
- I’m not terrified of 9 miles tomorrow – I’m not looking forward to it, I’m just not afraid of it
- We are going to Tony’s tonight – which is the best Pizza I’ve ever had.
Embrace the Curl.
♥ Five Things Friday
- You totally motivate me to go on my long runs on Saturdays – even if it is only because you get 1 hour and some change worth on uninterrupted Zelda Playing time.
- You tell me I look pretty everyday when I leave for work. You tell me I’m hot when I’m done with a workout.
- You know that after a horrible day at work all I need to make me feel better is you talking about the plans you are making for our England Vacation this fall.
- You get so excited when I buy baking supplies because you know what boredom and baking supplies equates to.
- You are the only person who can tell me I am being irrational, and have me actually realize it too.
I love you.
*Mwah*
Tales From The Scale Friday
WI: -0.6
Whaddup.
It’s not much, but even though the scale ain’t moving, my new jeans are getting loose. WHAT. Yep. Jeans. New. Loose. Hot. Damn.
I ran last night, on the treadmill, and today is supposed to be a rest day, but I am thinking, quite possibly of Yoga. Stretch myself out before my 9 miles tomorrow.
Who’s chasing me with an axe so I actually run the whole thing?
ANYWAY.
I’m off work today. Jealous? Yeah. You should be. I’m having new garage doors put in. I’m most likely going to bake something. I’m going to do some sort of exercise. I’m also going to watch as many of the 17 recorded SVU episodes as I can.
I love this book.
I’m having a ton of fun already and it’s only 9:30 am. Laundry is going. I already broke a bottle of margarita mix from the basement refrigerator, sent Jason to work, and enjoyed breakfast.
Margarita mix? Yeah I hit the bottle early on my days off.
Actually I was moving bottles around (whew I sound like an alcoholic) in our downstairs refrigerator and the bottle just fell onto the concrete floor. So it kind of smells like the morning after a sorority party at GMU. It’s not pretty. If you have been to one of these parties, you know what I mean. You can’t ever get that smell out of your clothes or those images out of your mind.
*Cringe*
So I am off to bake, open the Praxis I study book for the first time, and possibly, just possibly take a nap. But that’s touch and go.
