silly girls
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
I need a new template
Kristina thinks green is my colour. Like my "aura" or something about me says "you're all about green". Half my wardrobe is green, my eyes are green, plus I am a pisces! aha! somehow when I think of fish I think green... so there ya go!
Well I'll be!
"kinda sexy" takes a flying lead in my most important poll of all polls with a whopping 50 something %. Ok ok, so maybe only 15 or so people actually voted - but by jeeves! Pass me some friggin' ice cream thank you very much!! Naw, actually my brain has been wired such so as to not allow me really believe the poll with all my heart and soul, to where I actually lived and breathed to maintain my lovely love-handles. No sir! As much as you guys SAY you think they're kinda sexy, I don't personally agree. I really think I owe it to the male population at large to keep them as minimised as possible and the added plus is that I get to reap the benefits of being healthy! (ok that's dysfunctionalism at it's peak... I actually mentioned "health benefits" second.)
But you know? Maybe that's how it started for me, working out and all. I just got to the point where I was tired of always feeling fat and never being considered a person who takes care of herself. I wasn't even FAT FAT, but you know how it goes when you've never worked out a day in your life... everything jiggles and clothes rarely feel loose (except if you just got back from some two week long CTP trip, hiking through the Sierra, eating beans and tortillas alone - but that was only once a year and what with Costco and FOOOOOOD everywhere in most homes how could one possibly hope to stay slim and trim not working out?)
So in part it was a renewal goal for me and the other was, hey I wanna be sexy tooooooooooooo... haha YES, I ADMIT IT!!! But time has passed, I am staying pretty faithful to my mission and the serious pressure of wanting to loose loose loose is going (that would because I am giving up the notion of EVER being SKINNY, since I am not built that way) and now I just love to work out because it feels good! I love to jog, actually, it gets me out of the house, breathing fresh air and I feel it's maximum expenditure of energy per time spent working out so I'm getting my "moneys worth". I suppose the fear of going back to being the lazy bum I was is still there, though I see that as a positive fear that keeps me on track, wouldn't want my little deltoids or quads to go back to jigglish like they were.
"... well think about that when your flat on you back cuz you didn't get your hour or two of daily get out! da-da da-da da dada da-da da-da da dada... get your get out!" hee hee, wasn't that a groovy song?
But you know? Maybe that's how it started for me, working out and all. I just got to the point where I was tired of always feeling fat and never being considered a person who takes care of herself. I wasn't even FAT FAT, but you know how it goes when you've never worked out a day in your life... everything jiggles and clothes rarely feel loose (except if you just got back from some two week long CTP trip, hiking through the Sierra, eating beans and tortillas alone - but that was only once a year and what with Costco and FOOOOOOD everywhere in most homes how could one possibly hope to stay slim and trim not working out?)
So in part it was a renewal goal for me and the other was, hey I wanna be sexy tooooooooooooo... haha YES, I ADMIT IT!!! But time has passed, I am staying pretty faithful to my mission and the serious pressure of wanting to loose loose loose is going (that would because I am giving up the notion of EVER being SKINNY, since I am not built that way) and now I just love to work out because it feels good! I love to jog, actually, it gets me out of the house, breathing fresh air and I feel it's maximum expenditure of energy per time spent working out so I'm getting my "moneys worth". I suppose the fear of going back to being the lazy bum I was is still there, though I see that as a positive fear that keeps me on track, wouldn't want my little deltoids or quads to go back to jigglish like they were.
"... well think about that when your flat on you back cuz you didn't get your hour or two of daily get out! da-da da-da da dada da-da da-da da dada... get your get out!" hee hee, wasn't that a groovy song?
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
BTW
you should participate in my poll. I voted "slim and trim" to test it out, but if you're a chick don't vote as it'll just mess up my statistics here. this is serious stuff :) BE HONEST! DON'T JUST PUT ANY OL' THANG!!
This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic!!
I know I've been a bit out of touch lately, been busy trying to keep myself from going insane that's all :) No really, it's just been awfully hectic and proof of this fact - I am up, attempting to post something on my blog at 1am... we'll see what happens. I shall first enjoy myself a glass of wine on this gloriously quiet eve. I love this time of night! The noise of children and life in general has subsided, I just hear the subdued sound thunder in the distance from the passing storm,(oh yeah, it snowed, in friggin' JUUUUUUNE! but just a wee bit) and the humm of the dishwasher.
Part one of thie weeks madness started when Dominique and I took on the painting-the-house challenge! It's been fun, I've given over to my urge to express the 'fauvist' side of me - a bit to my muther's dismay, she wouldn't have us painting the house wineish-burgundyish red... that was to be kept to the confines of my bedroom. Let me tell you, it is now one FINE looking room. Property value itself has most likely increased if not doubled! I am very pleased with the outcome. I just hate detail! I love to twirl around with the roller and brush, set the paint to the wall in the most absurd and (most likely) wrong way possible, I like to get all messy, but I hate painstakingly attending to the trim, the skirting boards and then CLEANING UP! UGH! (I was raised with maids, I tell you it's not my fault!!)
The rest of the house is white and beige, nothing to expound on there other than THAT was deathly painstaking to paint. boring.
It's been a funeral, house make-over, ballooning, kids, and then just trying to stay on top of my own 'battles' - working out, staying sane, and just trying the heck to figure my life out this week. ecch. I even failed in my little 'determination' endevour this week, wtf is my problem?!
/sigh, hopeless, sleepy, 'under-the-influence'... no wine and computer for me aaaanymore! I do and say stupid things.
oh well.
Good night!
Part one of thie weeks madness started when Dominique and I took on the painting-the-house challenge! It's been fun, I've given over to my urge to express the 'fauvist' side of me - a bit to my muther's dismay, she wouldn't have us painting the house wineish-burgundyish red... that was to be kept to the confines of my bedroom. Let me tell you, it is now one FINE looking room. Property value itself has most likely increased if not doubled! I am very pleased with the outcome. I just hate detail! I love to twirl around with the roller and brush, set the paint to the wall in the most absurd and (most likely) wrong way possible, I like to get all messy, but I hate painstakingly attending to the trim, the skirting boards and then CLEANING UP! UGH! (I was raised with maids, I tell you it's not my fault!!)
The rest of the house is white and beige, nothing to expound on there other than THAT was deathly painstaking to paint. boring.
It's been a funeral, house make-over, ballooning, kids, and then just trying to stay on top of my own 'battles' - working out, staying sane, and just trying the heck to figure my life out this week. ecch. I even failed in my little 'determination' endevour this week, wtf is my problem?!
/sigh, hopeless, sleepy, 'under-the-influence'... no wine and computer for me aaaanymore! I do and say stupid things.
oh well.
Good night!
Monday, June 06, 2005
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Is there life before death?
Funeral today... my first... how do I feel? not sure. I think I'll start feeling something when we get there, though I am pretty sure it will, quite obviously, be along the lines of pensive/sad and solemn/funereal. /gulp
Topaz is coming to do the singing, which I am very looking forward to. I'm impressed that she is still around! Sometimes seeing the oldtimers who have stuck 30 or so years, through thick and thin, lifts your trust and assurance just a notch that maybe we are living for something real!
Death is so momentary,
Just a step beyond the veil.
I'll see you from my side
And hold you through the nights.
Meet me in your prayers, my darling.
You know, I will still be here.
Our hearts are one in Him eternally.
But don't you cry for me
More than a moment, please,
Though some time must pass 'tll we will meet again.
Oh, don't you cry for me
'Cause I'll be headed Home,
Flying in the light of a brand new life,
No cares of earth to way me down,
I'll be in Heaven.
Don't cry for me.
...it's just real hard not too
Topaz is coming to do the singing, which I am very looking forward to. I'm impressed that she is still around! Sometimes seeing the oldtimers who have stuck 30 or so years, through thick and thin, lifts your trust and assurance just a notch that maybe we are living for something real!
Death is so momentary,
Just a step beyond the veil.
I'll see you from my side
And hold you through the nights.
Meet me in your prayers, my darling.
You know, I will still be here.
Our hearts are one in Him eternally.
But don't you cry for me
More than a moment, please,
Though some time must pass 'tll we will meet again.
Oh, don't you cry for me
'Cause I'll be headed Home,
Flying in the light of a brand new life,
No cares of earth to way me down,
I'll be in Heaven.
Don't cry for me.
...it's just real hard not too
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Multiple exclamation marks are a sure sign of a diseased mind.
Somejoe: "Hey there, I've been wondering for awhile now, is that really your natural hair colour?"
Me: cocking my eyebrow as a thought bubble pops up "Wow! Okay, let's look at our options. This guys is either a) a little dumb, b) a little blind or c) trying a new pickup line from the book (at the most inopportune moment)
Me out loud: "uhhhh... ...well... errr... ...actually... ...NO!!!"
Somejoe: "Huh, who'da thought? *silence*....... So...... are you single?"
Me: "hahahahahahahahaha!"
So I went with options a) and c) and the reason this is so funny to me is that my hair is currently the brightest, most unnatural looking red possible
(something close to that anyway) I've never been able to catch a guy doing the obvious "pick up line route", like FOR REAL. I felt a moment of glee for catching someone red handed! muahahaha.
Well, lets be nice and give him an A for effort and special recognition for his bravery at facing inevitable embarrasment in his attempt to have my consent at... what? eventual marriage? (I suppose that is the great reason for "love and dating" - I am guessing I would think that way too if I was born normal, alas I wasn't. If we are all supposed to end up married with children and white picket fences, I need to go find me a different planet!!!!)
Oh to be a child again and to not have to think of such things. My daydreams then consisted of one day being a fabulous pegasus, with glorious wings and an almost luminous white coat. No fear of danger for I was a powerful, magical steed who ruled faeryland with the queen of the faeries.
And then I grew up and turned into a human adult (something I was sure I would never end up being somehow) Jeez, I really got the short end of the stick!!!
Me: cocking my eyebrow as a thought bubble pops up "Wow! Okay, let's look at our options. This guys is either a) a little dumb, b) a little blind or c) trying a new pickup line from the book (at the most inopportune moment)
Me out loud: "uhhhh... ...well... errr... ...actually... ...NO!!!"
Somejoe: "Huh, who'da thought? *silence*....... So...... are you single?"
Me: "hahahahahahahahaha!"
So I went with options a) and c) and the reason this is so funny to me is that my hair is currently the brightest, most unnatural looking red possible
(something close to that anyway) I've never been able to catch a guy doing the obvious "pick up line route", like FOR REAL. I felt a moment of glee for catching someone red handed! muahahaha.
Well, lets be nice and give him an A for effort and special recognition for his bravery at facing inevitable embarrasment in his attempt to have my consent at... what? eventual marriage? (I suppose that is the great reason for "love and dating" - I am guessing I would think that way too if I was born normal, alas I wasn't. If we are all supposed to end up married with children and white picket fences, I need to go find me a different planet!!!!)
Oh to be a child again and to not have to think of such things. My daydreams then consisted of one day being a fabulous pegasus, with glorious wings and an almost luminous white coat. No fear of danger for I was a powerful, magical steed who ruled faeryland with the queen of the faeries.
And then I grew up and turned into a human adult (something I was sure I would never end up being somehow) Jeez, I really got the short end of the stick!!!
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