* Last night I had a date with a Blue Moon, some Panchos cheese dip, and Dateline. It was deeeeelightful.
* I've spent the majority of my day lying in bed, listening to the rain, and watching Karate Kid. Heaven!
* The breakfast paninis at Miss Cordelias are amazing and never get old. Saturday tradition!
* I'll probably skip the gym today.
* I hope it rains all weekend so I won't feel guilty about lying around.
* Coffee in bed
* Panchos cheese dip for lunch?
Me
petsandgizzie
he's fierce!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
chilly willy
go away!
Cold weather makes me crabby patty and apparently, make everything rhyme time.
Doo doo.
Cold weather makes me crabby patty and apparently, make everything rhyme time.
Doo doo.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
netflix, we need to talk
First, let me preface this by saying that I have waited an obscene amount of time to start the True Blood series. That's because I hate watching series unless I can see it from the beginning and I procrastinated watching it through Netflix.
Finally, I ordered the first disc but let it sit around for over a month before I got around to watching it.
Disc one, which is Season 1 and only has the first two episodes, was SCRATCHED.
I got to watch the very first episode (HOOKED already, folks!) but when I went to watch the second, the disc was damaged. Not cool! I waited all this time and I finally got around to it and it's all just a tease!
When I went to the Netflix website to complain, the stupid site was down for maintenance.
Commence temper tantrum!
UPDATE: Netflix is awesome! When the site came back up I notified them that I had a bad disc and they had a new replacement disc in the mail later that afternoon! I watched half of the second episode before I fell asleep drooling on myself but so far I really like the characters.
Finally, I ordered the first disc but let it sit around for over a month before I got around to watching it.
Disc one, which is Season 1 and only has the first two episodes, was SCRATCHED.
I got to watch the very first episode (HOOKED already, folks!) but when I went to watch the second, the disc was damaged. Not cool! I waited all this time and I finally got around to it and it's all just a tease!
When I went to the Netflix website to complain, the stupid site was down for maintenance.
Commence temper tantrum!
UPDATE: Netflix is awesome! When the site came back up I notified them that I had a bad disc and they had a new replacement disc in the mail later that afternoon! I watched half of the second episode before I fell asleep drooling on myself but so far I really like the characters.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Y Challenge!
Almost done!
Each year, the YMCA gets New Year's Resolutioners the opportunity to keep their promises by offering their members the Y 30-day Challenge. So from February to April 4, members who go to the gym and work out at least 30 times in this time period win a free t-shirt. I signed up this year, not because I had made resolutions but because I needed to hold my lazy ass accountable and GO. It's been a funny experience.
I'm not motivated by the free shirt but instead by the disappointment and guilt I know I'll feel if I let myself down and don't go. Going to the gym 30 times isn't hard, right? Wrong.
There have been days when I leave work and feel like barfing because the last thing I want to do is sprint on the treadmill again. Other days, riding my bike or walking my pooch sounds way more fun than cycling on the stationary bike yet again. But I do it. And I'm so glad I have. Only about 2 more weeks and the challenge is over! Being at the gym has forced me to see familiar faces over and over again and it's fun learning people's names and getting into a routine.
So that's why I've checked-in constantly at the Y on my facebook account. Just trying to keep it fun so I don't quit when I'm this close to finishing. Yesterday was especially hard because everybody was outside jogging and walking and riding bikes. I sludged (is that a word?) to the gym, hopped on the bike, and pedaled for 30 minutes dreaming about being outdoors. So when I got home, I decided to walk Gizzie at the park by the river for about 45 minutes or so.
Being active has helped clear the winter out of my head and made me feel more productive.
Okay, off I go. Again. TWO more weeks!
Later taters,
J
Each year, the YMCA gets New Year's Resolutioners the opportunity to keep their promises by offering their members the Y 30-day Challenge. So from February to April 4, members who go to the gym and work out at least 30 times in this time period win a free t-shirt. I signed up this year, not because I had made resolutions but because I needed to hold my lazy ass accountable and GO. It's been a funny experience.
I'm not motivated by the free shirt but instead by the disappointment and guilt I know I'll feel if I let myself down and don't go. Going to the gym 30 times isn't hard, right? Wrong.
There have been days when I leave work and feel like barfing because the last thing I want to do is sprint on the treadmill again. Other days, riding my bike or walking my pooch sounds way more fun than cycling on the stationary bike yet again. But I do it. And I'm so glad I have. Only about 2 more weeks and the challenge is over! Being at the gym has forced me to see familiar faces over and over again and it's fun learning people's names and getting into a routine.
So that's why I've checked-in constantly at the Y on my facebook account. Just trying to keep it fun so I don't quit when I'm this close to finishing. Yesterday was especially hard because everybody was outside jogging and walking and riding bikes. I sludged (is that a word?) to the gym, hopped on the bike, and pedaled for 30 minutes dreaming about being outdoors. So when I got home, I decided to walk Gizzie at the park by the river for about 45 minutes or so.
Being active has helped clear the winter out of my head and made me feel more productive.
Okay, off I go. Again. TWO more weeks!
Later taters,
J
Monday, March 21, 2011
screwed in a wink of an eye
About a year or so ago my friend April was trying to randomly sell some Avon stuff. Kind of grandma of her, right? Anyway, she got into bringing some samples to work with her and handed me a gift bag filled with some eye ointments and other lotions that I never used. She also included this weird thing that was called an Avon Wink Eye Sheet or something like that. I threw it under my sink with the rest of my didn't-quite-make-the-cut-makeup and forgot about it. It looked insane--like the makeup my piano teacher, Mrs. Patsy, used to wear while chain-smoking and tapping her foot to the metronome while I practiced Moonlight Sonata for my competitions. Her makeup was always pancake-thick and made her look like a corpse. She kept a bowl of Jolly Ranchers by her door for her students and I always shoved handfuls of the grape ones into my pockets.
Anyway, the makeup "sheets" were scary. They looked like this:
In fact, this was the exact color scheme that April had given me. Scary tan and taupe-y frosty colors for old ladies. Sometimes when rummaging through my old makeup I would pull it out, consider trying it, then toss it back. Except today.
Today I was feeling adventurous. Today was the day to WINK! I pilfered through some old makeup and played with some bronzer. Then I experimented with some old forgotten-about bare minerals powder and played with that for a bit. Please note that this was right before I was getting ready to go to the gym. So I stood at my mirror in my running shorts and red top with New Balance shoes, standing on my tiptoes and playing with my makeup for no reason. Then I came across the Instant Eyeshadow Sheet. It was now or never.
I read the directions which seemed simple enough. Tear the thingy in half, place it over your closed eyelid, rub rub rub, then remove. So that's what I did. I rubbed until I was positive that the makeup had transferred perfectly to my eyelid and removed the sheet. I found what looked like a tranny staring back at me. Something had gone horribly wrong. Half of the eyeshadow was either above my eyebrow or below my lower lashes and what WAS on my eyelid looked like a cluster&*#$. So not only did I have bronzer and powder all over my face, but I was headed to the gym with this crazy eye makeup that looked like it had been applied by a blind clown.
Folks, stay far away from this gimmick. I PROMISE no matter how little you know about applying makeup, you can do a far better job yourself than this crazy application. I thought about washing my face before my gym routine but ended up doing lots of blending instead. Probably not the first time I've looked like a weirdo at the gym.
Probably not the last.
Anyway, the makeup "sheets" were scary. They looked like this:
In fact, this was the exact color scheme that April had given me. Scary tan and taupe-y frosty colors for old ladies. Sometimes when rummaging through my old makeup I would pull it out, consider trying it, then toss it back. Except today.
Today I was feeling adventurous. Today was the day to WINK! I pilfered through some old makeup and played with some bronzer. Then I experimented with some old forgotten-about bare minerals powder and played with that for a bit. Please note that this was right before I was getting ready to go to the gym. So I stood at my mirror in my running shorts and red top with New Balance shoes, standing on my tiptoes and playing with my makeup for no reason. Then I came across the Instant Eyeshadow Sheet. It was now or never.
I read the directions which seemed simple enough. Tear the thingy in half, place it over your closed eyelid, rub rub rub, then remove. So that's what I did. I rubbed until I was positive that the makeup had transferred perfectly to my eyelid and removed the sheet. I found what looked like a tranny staring back at me. Something had gone horribly wrong. Half of the eyeshadow was either above my eyebrow or below my lower lashes and what WAS on my eyelid looked like a cluster&*#$. So not only did I have bronzer and powder all over my face, but I was headed to the gym with this crazy eye makeup that looked like it had been applied by a blind clown.
Folks, stay far away from this gimmick. I PROMISE no matter how little you know about applying makeup, you can do a far better job yourself than this crazy application. I thought about washing my face before my gym routine but ended up doing lots of blending instead. Probably not the first time I've looked like a weirdo at the gym.
Probably not the last.
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