You have to check this out! LOL! My mom just sent this to me.... This is great!
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/stl/1017058283.html
Friday, March 27, 2009
Exercise Shmexercise!
Why is it that the idea of running excites me but when I actually get home and put on my gym clothes... I feel like a sloth!?
The idea of jump roping until I pass out makes me feel thinner, but when I go to jump rope, there never seems to be a good place to do it. There's no room, it's raining...
When I go to the gym, the treadmills and elipticals are all taken. I weightlift while I wait. When I see someone get off the machine, another person slips on before I can get over there to claim the machine.
I run around the yard with my dog and then I trip in a pothole. The next time we go out I just watch her run.
I promise my pup that we will go running... I have a headache... my stomach hurts... there's always a reason not to go...
I think I lost my motivation... If anyone sees it....... I need it back..... I think.....
The idea of jump roping until I pass out makes me feel thinner, but when I go to jump rope, there never seems to be a good place to do it. There's no room, it's raining...
When I go to the gym, the treadmills and elipticals are all taken. I weightlift while I wait. When I see someone get off the machine, another person slips on before I can get over there to claim the machine.
I run around the yard with my dog and then I trip in a pothole. The next time we go out I just watch her run.
I promise my pup that we will go running... I have a headache... my stomach hurts... there's always a reason not to go...
I think I lost my motivation... If anyone sees it....... I need it back..... I think.....
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Bathroom Talk
I just feel like sharing this...
At work we have a ladies bathroom with 3 stalls. They are rather small stalls that you have to turn sideways to fit into (and I'm fairly thin). The middle stall, forget it. You can enter the stall fine without problems, but for some reason you can't exit the stall without getting stuck. I think it is because the toilet paper dispenser is on the same side as the door opening. Why did they do that?! So, to get out of the darn thing you have to step back and sort of straddle the toilet bowl between your legs so you can pull the door in enough to get out. My predicament is this: Hardly anyone uses the middle stall... thusly it's the best option for me because it is -in theory- cleaner than the other toilets. BUT, when I use that toilet there is the possibility that someone could come into the bathroom while I am in the middle stall and their only option is to use one of the stalls right next to me. I generally like my space and having an empty stall beside me is my preference. Does clean trump privacy? Remember though, these stalls are SMALL! I probably wouldn't want to stand that close to someone I was talking to....
LOL!
At work we have a ladies bathroom with 3 stalls. They are rather small stalls that you have to turn sideways to fit into (and I'm fairly thin). The middle stall, forget it. You can enter the stall fine without problems, but for some reason you can't exit the stall without getting stuck. I think it is because the toilet paper dispenser is on the same side as the door opening. Why did they do that?! So, to get out of the darn thing you have to step back and sort of straddle the toilet bowl between your legs so you can pull the door in enough to get out. My predicament is this: Hardly anyone uses the middle stall... thusly it's the best option for me because it is -in theory- cleaner than the other toilets. BUT, when I use that toilet there is the possibility that someone could come into the bathroom while I am in the middle stall and their only option is to use one of the stalls right next to me. I generally like my space and having an empty stall beside me is my preference. Does clean trump privacy? Remember though, these stalls are SMALL! I probably wouldn't want to stand that close to someone I was talking to....
LOL!
Food Habits
I don't know about anyone else, but when I decide I like something (foodwise) I eat it for a while. I will eat that thing everyday for a month, two months, maybe even a year. Then all of a sudden, I've eaten too much of that food and sooner or later I get to the point where I can't even look at that food without feeling sick to my stomach. I will feel this way for months and then after a while that feeling will start to go away and the food will look enticing to me again. Why does this happen? Weirdness.....
some examples are:
popcorn
cottage cheese
peanut butter sandwiches
poptarts
different types of cereal
oatmeal
cheese
bagels with cream cheese
ramen noodles
some examples are:
popcorn
cottage cheese
peanut butter sandwiches
poptarts
different types of cereal
oatmeal
cheese
bagels with cream cheese
ramen noodles
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Mama Disapproves
An acquaintance of mine just got engaged. Before proposing, he went to her parents to ask permission for her hand in marriage. Dad said yes, mom said no.
If this were back in the 50s, I'm sure that would not be a problem...what dad says goes. But today, what do you do? What if her mother refuses to go to her wedding? What if her boyfriend decides that he needs everyone to be in full support? Does it matter what her mother thinks if my friend is happy and in love? Will her mother's voice constantly be in the back of her head telling her that this is a bad decision?
The gesture of asking permission seems a bit outdated to me. I find it romantic and an extremely nice gesture, but with how society is today...it just doesn't seem to fit. When women are becoming more independent and living on their own and doing things for themselves...it just seems so odd for a man to have to ask for a woman's hand in marriage. It seems that the woman is independent enough to give herself away. Don't get me wrong, I understand the sentimental value of it all. I just don't understand what you do when you are fully independent and capable and a parent says no. They are still your parents, but you've been making other decisions for yourself... ??? This one has me frazzled.
If this were back in the 50s, I'm sure that would not be a problem...what dad says goes. But today, what do you do? What if her mother refuses to go to her wedding? What if her boyfriend decides that he needs everyone to be in full support? Does it matter what her mother thinks if my friend is happy and in love? Will her mother's voice constantly be in the back of her head telling her that this is a bad decision?
The gesture of asking permission seems a bit outdated to me. I find it romantic and an extremely nice gesture, but with how society is today...it just doesn't seem to fit. When women are becoming more independent and living on their own and doing things for themselves...it just seems so odd for a man to have to ask for a woman's hand in marriage. It seems that the woman is independent enough to give herself away. Don't get me wrong, I understand the sentimental value of it all. I just don't understand what you do when you are fully independent and capable and a parent says no. They are still your parents, but you've been making other decisions for yourself... ??? This one has me frazzled.
Friday, March 20, 2009
One of Those Days...
It's one of those days... you know, the one where everything that could go wrong at work goes wrong. Not with me personally, but with the job itself. Ok, so things could be worse. They can always be worse.
Anyway, I think I've dealt pretty well with the issues we are dealing with, but it seriously doesn't help that yesterday I moved wrong and now my neck has been spasming ever since. What the heck did I do?? I bent over to reach something and my neck said, "I'm punishing you for that!" What did I do? Why?? I was feeling really good and healthy lately (besides the leftover sore throat that won't seem to leave me alone). I think I need to start stretching in the mornings. Oh, and trust me, I'm not that old. I think being tall has cursed me with the back/neck problems. I deal. That's just one of the things I am finally learning that I have to do. Deal.
This is how I can truly appreciate someone who makes it through the daily struggles - health issues, utility bill issues, having to take a whole day off of work just for someone to come out for ten minutes to check an appliance, car troubles, appointments where the other person doesn't show up, not having an ingredient you thought you had, and many other things like that...
Hooray for all of you who have to DEAL!
Anyway, I think I've dealt pretty well with the issues we are dealing with, but it seriously doesn't help that yesterday I moved wrong and now my neck has been spasming ever since. What the heck did I do?? I bent over to reach something and my neck said, "I'm punishing you for that!" What did I do? Why?? I was feeling really good and healthy lately (besides the leftover sore throat that won't seem to leave me alone). I think I need to start stretching in the mornings. Oh, and trust me, I'm not that old. I think being tall has cursed me with the back/neck problems. I deal. That's just one of the things I am finally learning that I have to do. Deal.
This is how I can truly appreciate someone who makes it through the daily struggles - health issues, utility bill issues, having to take a whole day off of work just for someone to come out for ten minutes to check an appliance, car troubles, appointments where the other person doesn't show up, not having an ingredient you thought you had, and many other things like that...
Hooray for all of you who have to DEAL!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Random Thoughts on the Economy
My conscience is clear... but I can't speak for anyone who works over at AIG...
It literally makes me sick to my stomach to think about people who have more money than they know what to do with. I try not to think about it...
I remind myself that money is just paper... who cares about pieces of paper? Why the big deal about this stinky green paper stuff anyway?
I tend to think that people who have a lot of money are in a completely different world than the rest of us... Come back to Earth?
Something only has value when we give it value. When it is worth something to us. Sometimes I wonder how items obtain their worth. An antique, fragile, old, and dirty rug??
Are people just lazy, or do they really need help?
What if we went back to the days of trade and barter...would it be possible to have a financial crisis?
Is there nothing better than our tax system?
I pay school taxes and yet I have no children and have been out of school for a while.
My Social Security statements say I have to be 74 to retire. I will be lucky to remember my own name at that age...
I feel that I have been let down.
I still hold onto hope.
It literally makes me sick to my stomach to think about people who have more money than they know what to do with. I try not to think about it...
I remind myself that money is just paper... who cares about pieces of paper? Why the big deal about this stinky green paper stuff anyway?
I tend to think that people who have a lot of money are in a completely different world than the rest of us... Come back to Earth?
Something only has value when we give it value. When it is worth something to us. Sometimes I wonder how items obtain their worth. An antique, fragile, old, and dirty rug??
Are people just lazy, or do they really need help?
What if we went back to the days of trade and barter...would it be possible to have a financial crisis?
Is there nothing better than our tax system?
I pay school taxes and yet I have no children and have been out of school for a while.
My Social Security statements say I have to be 74 to retire. I will be lucky to remember my own name at that age...
I feel that I have been let down.
I still hold onto hope.
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