Monday, November 30, 2009
I kicked off my Staycation with a lovely massage from a local massage school. Quite obvious that my masseuse was a student, but a rubdown is a rubdown and I enjoyed my full hour. At $30 a pop, I can afford to treat myself every so often.
Of course, I don't intend for the week to be a complete pamperfest. My Amazon.com shopping cart is only half full of the Christmas gifts I need to buy. My living space is STILL a mess--I pretty much gave up on it right after my last blog entry. There's much to research on my new job so I can go in thinking like a pro. I'd also like to look like one, which involves a bit of wardrobe shopping (darn).
My last goal on the list is to hit the gym in ways I don't typically do so. I've been an avid Zumba goer for several months. I enjoy it, but am aware that it's not the gateway to a magnificent bod. I'll be hitting up a Body Sculpting class that I didn't last 15 minutes in a few years back as well as a different Yoga session taught by a terribly frightening instructor. I'm not out to get the best body in the world, but I'd really like a toned bum and some physical stamina to boot!
It's near lunch for most people. For me, it's time for a shower to wake me up and get this Staycation started!
Friday, November 13, 2009
I'm going through my things and trying to get rid of the obvious--clothes I don't wear, junk mail, old magazines, etc. I've got a pile of stuffed animals to donate to the police department (they keep them in their car for little kids).
Can I just pay someone money to come do a huge sweep of my room at get rid of all the clutter? It's in almost every corner. Pictures, awards, gifts I never gave, gifts I never cared to receive.
And then I just have little things with no place--headbands, jewelry, nail polish, candles.
I realize I make it sound like my small living space is absolutely terrible. It's not as bad as it sounds, I swear! This is just NOT my forte.
Oh well, back to work. Maybe I'll be able to de-clutter a corner without moving everything to the NEXT corner.
Monday, November 9, 2009
I know that I'm about to bust into a whole new world of awesomeness. This is my chance to grow and shine with a cause I believe in and have so much passion for.
I'm way too excited to be able to sleep tonight!
Friday, October 23, 2009
So far on the list:
Transform bedroom (caved in) closet to a small office space
Organize spare bedroom (replacement) closet to house my clothing without caving in
Start a small vegetable garden--late in the year, but Florida weather should comply
Paint bedroom furniture to match the color scheme of the bedroom
Transform the spare bedroom into...something?
I am a HUGE list person and I rarely accomplish all that I list out, but I'm hoping to at least knock out half of these before the end of the year. I love the sense of accomplishment I get after finishing a sizeable project. With any luck, I'll get off my butt and do something and have some cool before and after pictures to show off. Fingers crossed!
Monday, October 5, 2009
I do, however, love the way I feel after. It's always been very difficult for me to try and "let go" as they ask for you to do at the beginning of the practice. Lately, it seems darn near impossible. Yet, by the time it's over, after I've suffered through about 15 annoying poses, I seem to be completely soothed. Somehow, when I wasn't paying attention, all my stresses seemed to dissolve and I face the day feeling so much lighter. It truly is peaceful.
It's been a little while since I've given it a try. It's also been a little while since I've had that sense of calmness that I so need in my life right now. Perhaps I'll have to pull up a mat soon, take a few deep breaths, and succumb to the practice. After all, practice makes perfect, right?
Yoga teaches us to cure what need not be endured and endure what cannot be cured. ~B.K.S. Iyengar
The yoga mat is a good place to turn when talk therapy and antidepressants aren't enough. ~Amy Weintraub
Monday, September 28, 2009
I wouldn't say that I have the best eye in the world for great art, but I find that this picture goes well with the mood I've been in lately. It made me smile and I couldn't' help but buy it. I think I just need that reminder sometimes to suck it up and be a big girl. Thankfully, I'm not yet in need of wearing Spanx.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
For years I was anything BUT a fan of cold weather. Two years ago I finally accepted scarves and jackets as wonderful accessories and I've been transformed ever since. I'm not saying "bring it on" to freezing temperatures, but a slight chill in the air has something so refreshing about it. Not to mention, this is Florida, and there's no serious chill factor until that one week in February right before it hits 90 degrees.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My biggest bought with hot sauce though is a vividly memorable day in St. Augustine, Florida when I was 13. My father took us there occasion to spend the afternoon wandering the fort and old shops. This particular day, he was on a mission to add to his ever-growing hot sauce collection. It wasn’t long before he discovered Dave’s Total Insanity Sauce.
Immediately, my brothers and I started making bets on who of the three of us could try (and survive) Dave’s Total Insanity Sauce. Assuming I could outsmart my brothers, I went first. I stuck my finger close to the rim without touching it and acted like I tasted it. My older brother realized I had tasted nothing and proceeded to shove my index finger back fully into the jar. Thinking quickly, I licked the tip of my middle finger instead fast enough for him not to notice otherwise. I appeared victorious. My brothers both followed, taking tastes and ending up with watery eyes, runny noses, and sweaty brows. The game was over and we washed our hands and headed off to see more of St. Augustine.
A few minutes later, I mindlessly rubbed an itchy eye. This is when all hell broke loose. I began screaming bloody murder. My eye and much of the right side of my face felt absolutely on fire. Luckily, we were next to a ladies room and my father shoved me in and waited outside. I began flushing my eye with water but it only seemed to be making it worse. My eyes were burning so badly, I could no longer see. I pawed my way out of the bathroom, wailing.
“I’M BLIND! I’M BLIND!” I shrieked, staggering toward a blurry figure I hoped was my father.
My father threw me into a headlock. He wasn't exactly a small man at 6’2” and 250lbs, and me at 5’5 and 100lbs. I was in hysterics as he dragged me down the street with my brothers trailing behind trying to keep me from hearing them laugh. After about 2 blocks, we came upon an old fountain, which happens to be a popular part of the street with many onlookers. This is where my father threw me down, still in a headlock and proceeded to toss as much water in my face as he possibly could with his free hand. All the while I’m still screaming. And then I’m choking from water. And then I’m laughing hysterically as my vision returns and I see about 50 horrified faces, all strangers who happened to be passing by just in time for my performance.
Needless to say, I still shy away from the hot stuff. I’ve added black pepper to my spice rack and occasionally enjoy a bag of Buffalo Ranch Doritos. You won’t see me near a sauce bar or ordering my chicken wings extra spicy. And you definitely won’t find me making bets on who likes it the hottest.
I’m just fine keeping it chill!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Lately, I've gotten to where I absolutely love a good bicycle ride. There is something so fulfilling about hopping on my yellow and teal Winnebago of a beach cruiser and taking in whatever parts of the city I come to find myself in that day. Whether it’s the beach or historic neighborhoods along the river, the perspective is entirely different from any that I can get driving in my car at triple the speed. It’s amazing the things you miss when traveling so fast. At 12 miles an hour, I’ve witnessed an early morning bum fight, spotted a road side Girl Scout Cookie stand before it was too late, and been an audience to street performers.
Despite my opinions on the sort of shape I’m in, I always seem to amaze myself at the distances I travel without even realizing how far I’ve gone. Whether it’s the 2 mile trip to visit a friend or the 8 mile round trip to work, or the 12 mile ride just because we could; I’ve never parked my bike and once regretted taking it out in the first place. Just one hour of pedaling can defeat my worst of moods. I can’t complain about the amazing number it does on my leg muscles, either! Not necessarily a new habit, but definitely one I don’t want to break any time soon.
The bicycle is just as good company as most husbands and, when it gets old and shabby, a woman can dispose of it and get a new one without shocking the entire community. ~Ann Strong
For instance, the bicycle is the most efficient machine ever created: Converting calories into gas, a bicycle gets the equivalent of three thousand miles per gallon. ~Bill Strickland, The Quotable Cyclist
Get a bicycle. You will not regret it if you live. ~Mark Twain, "Taming the Bicycle"
Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride. ~John F. Kennedy
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I'm a badass in the making. I hope I never lose this feeling of confidence.