Saturday, November 24, 2007
Breathe
Where oh where are my archives?! Some day I’ll import them, some day. For now another post that will start with the following..
If I had my archives imported I would be linking to a post that detailed my obsession with working out. But alas, I don’t so you’re just going to have to take my word for it, I’m obsessed with working out. I’ve been this way for 6 years and I don’t see it stopping anytime soon. In fact, I have grown more obsessed in the last 8 months since I started doing weights. This actually leads me to the point of this post.
I’m obsesses but I currently have an issue with weights. My issue is breathing. Breathing is important (duh) with weights. My trainer drills this into my head over and over yet for some reason I don’t. I’m not saying that I just don’t breathe properly during reps, I’m saying I don’t breathe at all, I hold my breathe. This makes me insane and depending on the number of reps, a little dizzy.
I’ve been aware of this little problem for a while but it was just last week when I realized that I do fine when the trainer is around. Why? Because he counts for me. Arg. Yes, I know how to count but apparently I can’t keep count while trying to inhale and exhale at the proper times. Good. Grief. Charlie Brown.
Needless to say, I feel like a moron. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from blogging about it even if I have yet to tell my trainer, who you know, should have been the first person I told. I swear, I do have some common sense, just not in cases like this. Some “Colleenisms” are funny and some are just plain embarrassing. I’m just going to have to up the number of sessions I have with my trainer each week. I may not be able to pay my mortgage (ok, far far far from true) but at least I’ll be able to breathe during reps!
Maybe.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving
Floppy says Happy Thanksgiving. I do too!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Uhh Ohh
So my mother. My dear, lovely mother wants to start a blog. I have been tasked to set one up for her.
Now, I never officially told her about mine. She may have found it as, a bug duh here, it really isn’t all that hard to do but I never personally told her. Not knowing if she knows or not is driving me nuts but at the same time I’m not sure if I’m ready to mention it. You know, just in case.
So, with that said, Mom? Is that you? Hello?
Good grief I’m such a baby.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Wash your hands please, k thanks.
Alright, so Meredith (who, by the way, is the first person at work who I have told about this site) has numerous rants on her blog around driving. Specifically driving in Massachusetts. I’m going to take her lead and go off on a little rant of my own, not about driving but something just as annoying, if not more.
People who do not wash their hands after using the bathroom.
Seriously, is it that hard? Are these people that busy that they cannot take another 60 seconds (at least) to wash their hands? I can not comprehend this. Normally, I’m a person who lives by the saying “different strokes for different folks” but in this case, I have a hard time not passing judgment on someone who does not take the time to simply wash their hands.
Kev will argue with me saying that it doesn’t effect me so why should I care? I care because it does effect me. I have to touch door handles, gas pumps, etc that were touched by people who did not wash their hands. Germ spreaders! Ick!
I know there are germs everywhere and unless I start living in a bubble I cannot avoid them but still, seeing people walk directly out of the bathroom with out washing their hands simply disgusts me. 60 seconds. I’m begging people, take the time and wash your hands, you’ll feel better about yourself. Or something like that.
I’m Colleen and I approve this message.
Monday, November 12, 2007
T minus 4 days ‘till the weekend
Another weekend gone with nothing I set out to accomplish actually accomplished. A lot of things did get done this weekend, just not anything that was on my list so I don’t feel too bad, its not like I was sitting on my lazy ass all weekend.
Maybe just part of the weekend. Oh well, 4 days ‘till next weekend.
Lets talk Thanksgiving shall we? Excellent.
Thanks to a whole lot of family drama, my plans for Thanksgiving are up in the air. I’m about 5 minutes away from telling my family that the Husband and I are heading to New York for the Parade. We seriously did consider going to the parade early last month but with my anxiety at an all time high this year I didn’t think I could handle the crowds. But I’m done dealing with the family drama I’ve been dealing with and I’m starting to believe that the crowds are going to be the last thing causing me an anxiety attack. Oh well. Maybe I’ll just tell everyone we’re going to NYC and just hide in our apartment all day. Honestly, now that I have repeated that a few times to myself, that doesn’t sound half bad. Wrong, but still not half bad!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Monkey See, Monkey Do
This picture screams “Monkey See, Monkey Do” to me. It doesn’t exactly fit but its the first thing that came to mind when I saw the 2 guys wearing stripped shirts and standing at the view finder thing. The more important thing about this picture is that for some reason, the husband finds it hysterical. It may be all the cold medicine he has consumed in the last month, with a good size dosage an hour ago, or the fact that he is just over tired. Either way, he is laughing uncontrollably. And they all call me the strange one…
Oh, and I give up on the nano thing. I only made it 3 days. Pitiful!
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
What not to say…
...When your emotional (read:menopausal) Mother calls and asks if you have any memories of your childhood:
“I remember you grounding me a lot”
It will get you nothing but 45 minutes of hysterical crying and then 2 angry phone calls from your father telling you that payback is a bitch.
I should add that I should know better as this has happened before.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Clap on. Clap off.
My internet has been up and down all weekend. One minute I’m online, 2 seconds later I’m off. Later, rinse, repeat.
Eek. I’m a little annoyed. So annoyed, I don’t feel like writing anything else.
Day 3: I can be nice
I’m trying not to give the Husband too much of a hard time about the towel incident. Normally I would (I’m talking teasing, not argument(s)) but while in San Francisco the poor guy was pretty much beaten up (not literally) and I apparently still have a little sympathy left for him. Each day he had some sort of ailment but sucked it up to make sure we had a good time. I have to give him credit, I would have whined like a baby especially considering the ailments:
The sunburn. The sunburn that wasn’t supposed to happen, I mean, he did have SPF 8000000000 on. It didn’t hurt so much at first but when he woke up the next day he could hardly walk.
The cold. Yes, he got a cold. The weather was perfect yet the Husband was sneezing up a storm while at the same time trying to breathe. Poor guy. He carried a bottle of dayquil around with him for the rest of the trip.
The Blisters. Not one but two. Also, the second blister, on the left heel, was HUGE. HUGE! No really, HUGE. He did complain a little about this one but I can’t blame him. A massive blister on your heel has to hurt.
The eye. This one is interesting as we still don’t exactly know what this was. One afternoon we took an hour long bay cruise. When we got off, his left eye, the area directly above his eyelashes, was swollen. It wasn’t very red but very swollen. I immediately thought pink eye and told him not to touch his other eye. Of course, that piece of advice was too late.
I spent the rest of the day begging him to let us have it checked out but he refused. Thankfully his other eye remained it’s normal size but his left eye is still a little swollen, 10 days later. He has ‘till Monday before I drag him to the doctors.
I’m serious when I say that the Husband never complained about any of the above, with the exception of the blister and even that was minimal. If he can suck all that up then I can suck up spending my Friday night rewashing towels.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Day 2: If I had internet last night I would have published this the
Go figure, Day 2 and my internet goes down. I wrote this on day 2 (word) but I’m publishing now, literally 5 minutes after the internet came back up. I waste no time!
Anywho. I have a Husband story. I know, I know. Please contain your excitement!
The husband was fortunate enough to have the day after we got back from San Francisco off from work. I was not as fortunate. I didn’t want the Husband to be bored without me, so I made sure to leave the laundry for him to do while I was at work. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m nice like that.
The husband did well. I came home to find most of the laundry washed, dried and folded, including the towels. Please note that I just specifically called out the towels.
Fast forward 2 days to today, Friday. I woke up to a pretty nasty smell outside our bedroom. I searched each room carefully trying to find where it was coming from with no luck. Finally, after giving up and deciding to take a shower I found the location. The linen closet. I found it when I opened it to get a towel out. So, now what was in the closet that stunk, really really stunk? The towels. Odd, I know. I was baffled so I called the Husband. Want to know what he said? Yes you do, its kind of funny.
“Oh, it must be because they were still a little wet when I put them away.”
I’m still...baffled, I suppose, at this. Annoyed too as I’m now spending my Friday night, my only night without plans for the next 3 weeks, rewashing towels.
You, Mr, you owe me!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
NaBloPoMo: Day 1
For the past 2 years I have considered joining NaBloPoMo. I never went through with it because...well I just never did. Probably because I knew I wouldn’t succeed. This year, I need/want the motivation to post more often so I joined.
Like the past 2 years, I’m not positive that I’ll make it ‘till the end of the month but I’ll at least give it try this time.
Hopefully Day 2 will be a little more interesting.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Sucker
I dragged The Husband to this Cafe every day this week. Not because they have good coffee (which they do) but because...their logo is cute!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
This is what The Husband calls vacation
A pile of fries. I don’t even want to think what his cholesterol will be by the time we head home…
Monday, October 22, 2007
This is what I call vacation
Nothing says “Give me back my mental health” like a vanilla latte and a brownie. Of course, I might get it back but it’ll be long gone again when my clothes start to feel tight…
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Gone Baby Gone …but not too far gone
So. I left Boston Friday morning and went 3000 miles across the country to San Francisco. I went 3000 miles to see a movie. A movie that was filmed and based in Boston.
Go figure.
