HASHTAG!!! I have a new BFF! It is soooo exciting, Gentle Reader.
We met last Saturday.
And we had a date to meet up again today.
But then she forgot about her new burgeoning friendship with her very favorite BFF...
Or she may not have realized that we had a date.
But we did...Oh, Gentle Reader, we most certainly did. Because I know deep down in my soul that our friendship is destined for greatness.
Are you confused yet?
Well, it all started at 9:30am on Saturday, February 9th, 2013.
Or thereabouts.
Anyway, I went into my pilates class, eyeballed the creepy, sweaty dude who follows a one hour spin class with a one hour Pilates class "on every Saturday, because my weekend is just not right if I don't start it out this way." I mistakenly put my mat next to his one week and was disconcerted to hear him let out EEEyah! with nearly every roll up. And pike. And leg circle.
Seriously. He's pouring sweat, and he's letting out these giant "OOFS!" and "HeeYAAA!" It's quite annoying...
Anyhoo...I eyeballed him. And I carried my mat to the far opposite corner of the room. Two young women were chatting about where the instructor would be, and where should they put their mats. And ever helpful person that I am, I glanced over my shoulder as I tugged off my shoes and said, "She lays her mat in the middle of the floor, we make a circle around."
They both smiled and dropped a thanks, then went to the equipment room to grab some mats. "Hmm..That dark haired one looked familiar." And I continued to fidget with my mat, moving it over a bit so they could both fit in the space they had chosen, and debated whether I should go pee before doing excessive abdominal work...
And then I heard THE VOICE. "I know that voice!" I turned and took a better gander at the gal who was laying out her mat RIGHT next to me.
IT WAS OUR LOCAL WEATHER GIRL! All sweaty and pale, because she herself had done the psycho spin class before this Pilates class also.
Well, there was only one thing to do: I picked up my phone and sent out a group text: "Blahblahblah Blahblah is doing pilates RIGHT. NEXT. TO. ME."
I was saddened to realize some people do not realize who our local weather girl is, nor do they realize how HUGELY significant this is...I mean, I'm offically two degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon. I do pilates with her, she works for a tv station, which for SURE has shown a Kevin Bacon movie. I mean, this made me practically famous! So exciting.
Oh, and the excitement determined that yes, indeed, I did need to go pee.
And so did she!!! It was instant bonding Gentle Reader. I KNEW this was the beginning of a beautiful thing. We would start meeting up on Saturday Pilates classes. Then we would advance our small chitchat to grabbing a cup of coffee from Starbucks after. Perhaps even reward ourselves with a chicken biscuit from CFA. Or perhaps run to Academy to do check out cute new workout gear to wear. Perhaps I would get an aqua dry fit top and she would get eggplant. Those colors compliment so well, yes?
Anyway, I avoided assaulting her with jokes about "So, how about this weather? Think we will get any moisture soon?" and other such nonsense that I'm sure all of the silly start struck fools approach her with.
Instead, I was cool and calm. And competitive. We did push ups last Saturday. LOTS of push ups. So many that I decided to quit keeping track at 32. And while the instructor may have been saying, "These are YOUR push ups. If you can only do 2 inches, do those 2 inches, and you will build up strength."
Hashtag, I wasn't doin' no stinkin' 2 inch push ups! And I was NOT going to do a modified push up. I was next to our local weather girl! She needed, nay, DESERVED to see what I was capable of. Just so our future friendship was on equal footing, mind you. I didn't want her to feel the need to dial back her own super fitness just to spare her new BFF's feelings.
So, 32 push ups I did. And more. Yes, the last several were shaky. And slow. But I did them!
I could feel her beaming approval emanating over to me as we quietly breathed in through our nose and forcefully exhaled through our mouths in perfect pilatial harmony.
Oh, Gentle Reader it was so beautiful...
Fast forward one week: I was sure to arrive at the gym before 9 so I could get a full 30 minutes of cardio before heading to the pilates gym. I wanted to be sure I had ample time to search out the ideal spot for my new BFF and I to work out together. Because even though, we did not exchange actual words last Saturday, I knew she was able to sense the awesomeness of our relationship to be based on how perfectly our "shoooooos" blended together as we exhaled through our pikes...
Only, HASHTAG! A cute little blond with well manicured toes and hair put her mat down next to mine! Oh no! Where oh where would my new BFF sit? There was not quite enough room on my left because I figured she would come with the cute little blond girl that I was planning to dethrone from workout partner to a place somewhere that involved a merely casual, cheerful "Hi" as they passed in the ladies locker room...
Not that I'm evil. Or possessive.
Unless it comes to my new BFF, the local weather girl. And in that case I can be quite proprietal...
The perky well manicured blond turned out to be quite friendly, and we discussed our hopes that the push ups would be nonexistent this week, and the fact that the new instructor is really great, and what other classes do you take, yadayadayada.
Y'know. Because I can and will talk to just about anyone with a pulse...
And my new BFF never showed up.
Hashtag.
*Oh, and for those of you who ask the eternal yoga pant question, the answer is: running shorts.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
This is SCARY Stuff!
This morning my alarm went of at 5am. I got out of bed, changed the alarm to 6am, and crawled BACK into bed.
At 6am, my alarm went off AGAIN.
Aren't you glad to know that the alarm on my phone functions just as it should?
Well, unfortunately instead of "snooze" I hit "dismiss."
Which, of course meant I went right back to sleep...
Fast forward what felt like mere seconds. I stretched, grabbed my phone, and decided to use my weather app to see what the weather would be like...Because experience has taught me that the first words out of my youngest daughters mouth (behind her lengthy groan at having to rise) will be "What's the weather going to be like today?"
Anyway, I grabbed my phone from underneath my right hip, and just as I hit the "unlock" I heard an eerie "swishhhhhhh."
?!
I can always hear Kelsey's collar jingle as she trots down the hall to tell me it's time to get my carcass out of bed. And Chesney always makes Chewbacca sounds as she stretches, and even if those bizarre growls don't wake me, her tail whacking the door frames as she goes down the hall certainly will.
But all I could hear was a very constantly paced "swissshhhhhh." And it was coming down the hall to my room! Hashtag! Something is coming to get me!
I said in a weak, thready voice, "Kelsey?" The swish remained steadily paced. No reassuring jingle.
"Chesney?" No thumping tail or Wookiee moans to alert me as to the identity of the source.
You know how when you first wake up, your brain is fuzzy and perhaps not rational? Well, I don't know what the heck I thought was swishing down the hall to me, but it took all of my willpower not to let out a blood curdling scream when warm breath started fanning my face.
Then I realized the warm breath was attached to a dog that was carrying her security blanket down the hall, and since she was dragging it, she apparently wasn't wagging her tail or talking in Wookiee.
She was just scaring the crap out of me.
But in the end it was all good, as I had actually went back to sleep for FORTY minutes instead of a mere few seconds.
Turns out that early adrenaline rush was just the thing to get me moving quickly to get everyone out the door on time!
At 6am, my alarm went off AGAIN.
Aren't you glad to know that the alarm on my phone functions just as it should?
Well, unfortunately instead of "snooze" I hit "dismiss."
Which, of course meant I went right back to sleep...
Fast forward what felt like mere seconds. I stretched, grabbed my phone, and decided to use my weather app to see what the weather would be like...Because experience has taught me that the first words out of my youngest daughters mouth (behind her lengthy groan at having to rise) will be "What's the weather going to be like today?"
Anyway, I grabbed my phone from underneath my right hip, and just as I hit the "unlock" I heard an eerie "swishhhhhhh."
?!
I can always hear Kelsey's collar jingle as she trots down the hall to tell me it's time to get my carcass out of bed. And Chesney always makes Chewbacca sounds as she stretches, and even if those bizarre growls don't wake me, her tail whacking the door frames as she goes down the hall certainly will.
But all I could hear was a very constantly paced "swissshhhhhh." And it was coming down the hall to my room! Hashtag! Something is coming to get me!
I said in a weak, thready voice, "Kelsey?" The swish remained steadily paced. No reassuring jingle.
"Chesney?" No thumping tail or Wookiee moans to alert me as to the identity of the source.
You know how when you first wake up, your brain is fuzzy and perhaps not rational? Well, I don't know what the heck I thought was swishing down the hall to me, but it took all of my willpower not to let out a blood curdling scream when warm breath started fanning my face.
Then I realized the warm breath was attached to a dog that was carrying her security blanket down the hall, and since she was dragging it, she apparently wasn't wagging her tail or talking in Wookiee.
She was just scaring the crap out of me.
But in the end it was all good, as I had actually went back to sleep for FORTY minutes instead of a mere few seconds.
Turns out that early adrenaline rush was just the thing to get me moving quickly to get everyone out the door on time!
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Water Bullies
I know I can be a bit extreme by many people's standards. I get a little sick feeling in my stomach if I actually use a water bottle and throw it in the trash. I prefer to carry a REUSABLE bottle. I carry my own shopping bags, and have even made my girls get out to help me gather trash that blew along the roadside of our little street...
But even without my extreme sense of right and wrong and natural resources, I think the majority of people if educated would be appaled at Oklahoma City's water board and their stance on water usage.
The citizens of Oklahoma City should be ashamed. While the citizens may not be directly responsible for the city council's decision to drain water out of Canton Lake, they ARE responsible for the need.
Brent read a very apt quote. "Just because the bully poured all of his water out on the sidewalk doesn't mean the little guy should have to hand over his."
But that is exactly what Oklahoma City has done. And continues to do. The state of Oklahoma is in the second highest level of drought on record. And Oklahoma City, in the face of a warning from the state's senior climatologist that this spring has no better hope than last for rain, still fails to act responsibly. They finally planned water rationing, in the form of odd even watering restrictions.
In January.
Because so many people water in January.
Guess what big plans they have to do if we don't get rain?
Drain an additional 20000 acre feet of water out of Lake Canton again. Because if we don't get rain, surely Canton will. Never mind that northwest Oklahoma has had only a fraction of the rain OKC has seen. Never mind that Canton is in an area of the state that is KNOWN to get significantly less rainfall.
Obviously the leaders of OKC are too ignorant or selfish to plan more aggressively or *gasp* make the greater OKC citizens slightly less comfortable with their lifestyles.
Canton has been devastated and robbed of it's economy to replace the water that the residents of the OKC area foolishly wasted.
But the good people of Edmond had beautiful yards!
The only source of walleye fish for the state (all Oklahoma lakes are stocked with walleye from Canton) has been drained.
Yet nearly every day that I drove to work last summer, I saw water running down the sidewalks because a careless person failed to make sure their sprinklers weren't spraying the concrete.
Here's what is even worse: I don't think that most citizens of OKC realize how desperate the water situation is. And they are too shortsighted to ever stop and think where their water comes from.
So, here's the rally cry I have for all citizens, whether you live in Oklahoma City, the surrounding area, the state of Oklahoma, whatever: Start your own personal watering ration. I know most of us consider water rationing a summer time activity when we are watering our yard, but there are things you can do every single day to be a better custodian of our natural resources.
1. Place large bowls in the sink when you wash dishes by hand. Carry that water out this water your containers or flower beds.
2..TURN OFF THE WATER WHEN YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH!
3. Make your shower short and efficient. We have all sacrificed long hot showers in our house for improved water stewardship. I have even cut down my daily soaks in a deep tub of hot water to one bath per week.
And those are all super simple solutions. Want to really stretch your water conserving muscles? Well, as a former queen of a real live castle, I know all about restricting water waste!
Put small bowls in each bathroom sink. Once the bowl is full, dump the bowl in a bucket placed handily on the floor by the counter. Carry said bucket outside when it gets 3/4 full. Pour this water out on your flowers, containers, bushes, trees, whatever.
If you really want to go all super power, then simply do this:
That would be a sump pump.
And this would be a car battery...
Combine these two products, attach them to a garden hose, then run the hose through the house to the outside to drain your bath onto that newly planted tree you fear is in danger of dying!
Granted, I don't plan on doing anything this drastic...Now that I have a ridiculously expensive aerobic septic system, any water that runs down my tub is put back on the yard.
But I just felt I should give you all options I knew of.
All kidding aside, I do feel rather strongly about this. Water is a NONRENEWABLE resource. While I do NOT believe the planet will run out of water (we live in a closed atmosphere) I do believe that climates of specific areas can change over time. And if this area remains in the drought we've faced the last three years, our water situation could become quite scary. And expensive.
As surely as the national debt is every one's concern, though we may have little control over it, water usage is CERTAINLY every one's concern. And it is something every. single. person. can contribute to.
Think about it.
P.S. Here is a quote from Gary's facebook status after meeting with OKC's city council:
BTW, spoke about drought to the OKC city council today. Not only did they say they have plenty of water left in their lakes (then why take canton down), but they said they anticipate being able to take another 30,000 acre-feet from Canton next year, the amount of time they think it will take to accumulate that much water again.
They are at least preparing some tougher water restrictions, and one councilman was talking about making them permanent.
Something is better than nothing I guess.
But even without my extreme sense of right and wrong and natural resources, I think the majority of people if educated would be appaled at Oklahoma City's water board and their stance on water usage.
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| RIP Canton Lake. Started by the drought. Finished by the citizens of Oklahoma City. |
The citizens of Oklahoma City should be ashamed. While the citizens may not be directly responsible for the city council's decision to drain water out of Canton Lake, they ARE responsible for the need.
Brent read a very apt quote. "Just because the bully poured all of his water out on the sidewalk doesn't mean the little guy should have to hand over his."
But that is exactly what Oklahoma City has done. And continues to do. The state of Oklahoma is in the second highest level of drought on record. And Oklahoma City, in the face of a warning from the state's senior climatologist that this spring has no better hope than last for rain, still fails to act responsibly. They finally planned water rationing, in the form of odd even watering restrictions.
In January.
Because so many people water in January.
Guess what big plans they have to do if we don't get rain?
Drain an additional 20000 acre feet of water out of Lake Canton again. Because if we don't get rain, surely Canton will. Never mind that northwest Oklahoma has had only a fraction of the rain OKC has seen. Never mind that Canton is in an area of the state that is KNOWN to get significantly less rainfall.
Obviously the leaders of OKC are too ignorant or selfish to plan more aggressively or *gasp* make the greater OKC citizens slightly less comfortable with their lifestyles.
Canton has been devastated and robbed of it's economy to replace the water that the residents of the OKC area foolishly wasted.
But the good people of Edmond had beautiful yards!
The only source of walleye fish for the state (all Oklahoma lakes are stocked with walleye from Canton) has been drained.
 |
| Photo credit: Gary McManus, Oklahoma's Leading Climatologist; He shot both of these photos on Feb 6, 2013. The top is Canton lake. The bottom is Oklahoma City. |
Yet nearly every day that I drove to work last summer, I saw water running down the sidewalks because a careless person failed to make sure their sprinklers weren't spraying the concrete.
Here's what is even worse: I don't think that most citizens of OKC realize how desperate the water situation is. And they are too shortsighted to ever stop and think where their water comes from.
So, here's the rally cry I have for all citizens, whether you live in Oklahoma City, the surrounding area, the state of Oklahoma, whatever: Start your own personal watering ration. I know most of us consider water rationing a summer time activity when we are watering our yard, but there are things you can do every single day to be a better custodian of our natural resources.
1. Place large bowls in the sink when you wash dishes by hand. Carry that water out this water your containers or flower beds.
2..TURN OFF THE WATER WHEN YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH!
3. Make your shower short and efficient. We have all sacrificed long hot showers in our house for improved water stewardship. I have even cut down my daily soaks in a deep tub of hot water to one bath per week.
And those are all super simple solutions. Want to really stretch your water conserving muscles? Well, as a former queen of a real live castle, I know all about restricting water waste!
Put small bowls in each bathroom sink. Once the bowl is full, dump the bowl in a bucket placed handily on the floor by the counter. Carry said bucket outside when it gets 3/4 full. Pour this water out on your flowers, containers, bushes, trees, whatever.
If you really want to go all super power, then simply do this:
That would be a sump pump.
And this would be a car battery...
Combine these two products, attach them to a garden hose, then run the hose through the house to the outside to drain your bath onto that newly planted tree you fear is in danger of dying!
Granted, I don't plan on doing anything this drastic...Now that I have a ridiculously expensive aerobic septic system, any water that runs down my tub is put back on the yard.
But I just felt I should give you all options I knew of.
All kidding aside, I do feel rather strongly about this. Water is a NONRENEWABLE resource. While I do NOT believe the planet will run out of water (we live in a closed atmosphere) I do believe that climates of specific areas can change over time. And if this area remains in the drought we've faced the last three years, our water situation could become quite scary. And expensive.
As surely as the national debt is every one's concern, though we may have little control over it, water usage is CERTAINLY every one's concern. And it is something every. single. person. can contribute to.
Think about it.
P.S. Here is a quote from Gary's facebook status after meeting with OKC's city council:
BTW, spoke about drought to the OKC city council today. Not only did they say they have plenty of water left in their lakes (then why take canton down), but they said they anticipate being able to take another 30,000 acre-feet from Canton next year, the amount of time they think it will take to accumulate that much water again.
They are at least preparing some tougher water restrictions, and one councilman was talking about making them permanent.
Something is better than nothing I guess.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Hashtag...Corned Beef? Cannabis? Conversation?
Another thought on #. When I hear the word "hash" I think of corned beef and hash. A not so wonderful dish my Grandmama Dolly liked to eat. I ate it.
It was okay.
But not as good as her apple pie.
#ipreferanapplepiethankyouverymuch.
Also, "hash" brings to mind marijuana. Or cannabis. Whatever you will...
#thatisdopey
Or perhaps the phrase, "We still need to hash out the details."
#shallwechat
But hashtag?
And speaking of #, why did it become the "pound sign?" Why was it ever added to the phone? What was the point?
I'm pretty sure the automated messages will soon sound like this:
Press 1 for English.
El primo dos para Espanol.
For twitterish press hashtag for any menu consisting of 140 characters or less.
#icrackmeup
It was okay.
But not as good as her apple pie.
#ipreferanapplepiethankyouverymuch.
Also, "hash" brings to mind marijuana. Or cannabis. Whatever you will...
#thatisdopey
Or perhaps the phrase, "We still need to hash out the details."
#shallwechat
But hashtag?
And speaking of #, why did it become the "pound sign?" Why was it ever added to the phone? What was the point?
I'm pretty sure the automated messages will soon sound like this:
Press 1 for English.
El primo dos para Espanol.
For twitterish press hashtag for any menu consisting of 140 characters or less.
#icrackmeup
Saturday, February 9, 2013
#sorryyoumadeabaddecision
"Sorry you made a bad decision."
It's a snarky little bit of nastiness I like to toss out to Brent at every opportunity.
And, today my own snarkiness came up and bit me on the butt...
(Pardon the language Gentle Reader.)
So 2012 was a rough year. Emotionally, financially, blah-bi-dee-blah-blah...
Yet, it was a great year because my kids were healthy, we had a roof over our head, we never went without food, shelter, clothing, whatever...
However we DID have a foundation repair (ouch), a transmission rebuilt, a water pump go out on my car, a new septic system installed, and Brent had a few fender benders that resulted in unexpected expenses.
This year, we are determined to do better. Stick to our budget, have more fun, get in better shape, clip more coupons...
Rules, rules, rules.
#rulesarestupid
So, with an enthusiastic heart, I went to the bank last Friday, and got the cash for the month.
Saturday we decided to do yard work. And we decided that we simply MUST have pre-emergent for the yard. After all, our less cash conservative neighbors were forking out the big bucks to have lawn services treat their yards....
We drove to a local nursery to buy our OWN pre emergent to save a buck or two.
Only, there was no cash allotted for an impulsive yard care buy. Surely we could just be more careful with our money, perhaps I could clip those coupons I've been stashing in my box for the last month, and it would all balance out!
#itwillallworkout
#letsnotmentionastopatajunkstoreonthewayhome
Fast forward to THIS Friday. A mere week into the month.
I decided to run to the store. We had no plastic wrap.
Which, obviously led to me buying Dr. Pepper, "Hotel Transylvania," and granny smith apples for a pie.
#itwasallepicallynecessary
As I strolled through Walmart buying what was obviously necessary to my life and the well being of our family, I kept a running tally of my bill...Only sometime between squeezing grape fruit and searching out some nonshriveled oranges (#walmartproducestinks), I forgot my total.
As in, it completely left my brain. I tried looking in my cart and trying to re-tally the whole lot, "Tide is $12, yogurt $1 each, peanut butter...peeannnnut butterrrrrr.....dang, dang, dang."
#hopethereisenoughmoneyinthegroceryenvelope
After a few minutes spent staring at my cart I gave up, and headed to the check out...
Where I left with a whopping $3.47 in the grocery envelope.
Surely enough to get us through the next 20 days of February.
#sorryyoumadeabaddecision
Drat.
It's a snarky little bit of nastiness I like to toss out to Brent at every opportunity.
And, today my own snarkiness came up and bit me on the butt...
(Pardon the language Gentle Reader.)
So 2012 was a rough year. Emotionally, financially, blah-bi-dee-blah-blah...
Yet, it was a great year because my kids were healthy, we had a roof over our head, we never went without food, shelter, clothing, whatever...
However we DID have a foundation repair (ouch), a transmission rebuilt, a water pump go out on my car, a new septic system installed, and Brent had a few fender benders that resulted in unexpected expenses.
This year, we are determined to do better. Stick to our budget, have more fun, get in better shape, clip more coupons...
Rules, rules, rules.
#rulesarestupid
So, with an enthusiastic heart, I went to the bank last Friday, and got the cash for the month.
Saturday we decided to do yard work. And we decided that we simply MUST have pre-emergent for the yard. After all, our less cash conservative neighbors were forking out the big bucks to have lawn services treat their yards....
We drove to a local nursery to buy our OWN pre emergent to save a buck or two.
Only, there was no cash allotted for an impulsive yard care buy. Surely we could just be more careful with our money, perhaps I could clip those coupons I've been stashing in my box for the last month, and it would all balance out!
#itwillallworkout
#letsnotmentionastopatajunkstoreonthewayhome
Fast forward to THIS Friday. A mere week into the month.
I decided to run to the store. We had no plastic wrap.
Which, obviously led to me buying Dr. Pepper, "Hotel Transylvania," and granny smith apples for a pie.
#itwasallepicallynecessary
As I strolled through Walmart buying what was obviously necessary to my life and the well being of our family, I kept a running tally of my bill...Only sometime between squeezing grape fruit and searching out some nonshriveled oranges (#walmartproducestinks), I forgot my total.
As in, it completely left my brain. I tried looking in my cart and trying to re-tally the whole lot, "Tide is $12, yogurt $1 each, peanut butter...peeannnnut butterrrrrr.....dang, dang, dang."
#hopethereisenoughmoneyinthegroceryenvelope
After a few minutes spent staring at my cart I gave up, and headed to the check out...
Where I left with a whopping $3.47 in the grocery envelope.
Surely enough to get us through the next 20 days of February.
#sorryyoumadeabaddecision
Drat.
Friday, February 8, 2013
#itwouldbeepic
I don't have a twitter account. I've even thought about giving up my facebook account. But then who would I share my random thoughts with? Certainly not Brent. Here's a copy/pasted convo from SuperBowl I posted last week:
Me: Yum. All American apple pie for the all American sport.
Brent: Makes sounds of agreement (who has time to reply to every inane comment I make.)
Me: Well, except the football part. I guess I'm just pretty excited about the pie.
Brent: He wordlessly continues to slice jalapenos for his beast feast...
Our life is so exciting!
So, obviously I won't get the proper accolades by sharing my random thoughts with those living in my house...
Anyway, we were talking about Twitter. And my lack of an account. But I'm pretty sure if I did, it would be EPIC.
Let's pause for alittle legend, how 'bout? You see, I was quite confused by all the #myfridaynight nonsense, and #idol, and what not. Then one day I suddenly realized, "Hey! The pound sign is somehow tied to Twitter!" It was revelatory, I tell ya...
Then I started hearing a weird word, "hashtag."
?!
And now, in all of my Twitter expertise, I've finally decoded the whole thing.
# : Number sign
# : Pound sign (we won't discuss how long it took me to figure out what the operator meant by "press the pound sign.")
# : HASHTAG!
And who the heck decided to call it a "hashtag?" And is it hash tag, hashtag, HashTag, hASHtAG, or what?
Utter nonsense!
But, returning to my theoretical EPICness:
In fact, it would be so epic, I've created a fantasy Twitter thread in my head. For example today I worked a crossword puzzle. The clue was: A tryst at 12.
I pondered. The witching hour? Midnight madness?
Alas, none of the OBVIOUS answers fit in my six space area. And none of my obvious answers had two n's and and r.
Thinking, thinking, thinking...
NOONER!
That is HYSTERICAL!
#mycrosswordpuzzlecluewasahoot
We went to see Hansel and Gretel tonight. Brent and I had been desperate for a movie to go see. He had not been to a movie since the latest Bond, and for people who use action/superhero movies for escapism that was a long time.
Want a quick review of the movie? Good! If you are looking for a COMPLETELY nonplausible movie with over the top action, then this is just the movie for you! And, how did Hansel discover he has "a disease that requires him to do injections every few hours or he will die." Sugar sickness from the original witch's excessive amount of sugar she fed him before he and good ole Gretel managed to off her....Apparently it plum wore out his pancreas! (One must not ask how he knew if he would die if he is very much alive...or where he got the insulin...Or where he stashes his contaminated needles...) Of course, I could do without the language, nudity (shocking, that) and there did seem to be an excessive amount of blood...
But it was still great fun! Just be sure you go with someone who will say when it's safe to open your eyes again.
#thenuditywasoverthetopandwheredoesonegetinsulininmedievaltimes
Now, we are home and Brent is watching "Hotel Transylvania." Popcorn is doing cartwheels and rolling across the floor on my balance ball and coming to a handstand. Over and over and over...It could almost be tedious.
#wheredoesshegettheenergyfrom.
See? This hashtag stuff can be fun!
Stay tuned for #SorryYouMadeABadDecision!
I'm pretty sure it will be EPIC.
Me: Yum. All American apple pie for the all American sport.
Brent: Makes sounds of agreement (who has time to reply to every inane comment I make.)
Me: Well, except the football part. I guess I'm just pretty excited about the pie.
Brent: He wordlessly continues to slice jalapenos for his beast feast...
Our life is so exciting!
So, obviously I won't get the proper accolades by sharing my random thoughts with those living in my house...
Anyway, we were talking about Twitter. And my lack of an account. But I'm pretty sure if I did, it would be EPIC.
Let's pause for alittle legend, how 'bout? You see, I was quite confused by all the #myfridaynight nonsense, and #idol, and what not. Then one day I suddenly realized, "Hey! The pound sign is somehow tied to Twitter!" It was revelatory, I tell ya...
Then I started hearing a weird word, "hashtag."
?!
And now, in all of my Twitter expertise, I've finally decoded the whole thing.
# : Number sign
# : Pound sign (we won't discuss how long it took me to figure out what the operator meant by "press the pound sign.")
# : HASHTAG!
And who the heck decided to call it a "hashtag?" And is it hash tag, hashtag, HashTag, hASHtAG, or what?
Utter nonsense!
But, returning to my theoretical EPICness:
In fact, it would be so epic, I've created a fantasy Twitter thread in my head. For example today I worked a crossword puzzle. The clue was: A tryst at 12.
I pondered. The witching hour? Midnight madness?
Alas, none of the OBVIOUS answers fit in my six space area. And none of my obvious answers had two n's and and r.
Thinking, thinking, thinking...
NOONER!
That is HYSTERICAL!
#mycrosswordpuzzlecluewasahoot
We went to see Hansel and Gretel tonight. Brent and I had been desperate for a movie to go see. He had not been to a movie since the latest Bond, and for people who use action/superhero movies for escapism that was a long time.
Want a quick review of the movie? Good! If you are looking for a COMPLETELY nonplausible movie with over the top action, then this is just the movie for you! And, how did Hansel discover he has "a disease that requires him to do injections every few hours or he will die." Sugar sickness from the original witch's excessive amount of sugar she fed him before he and good ole Gretel managed to off her....Apparently it plum wore out his pancreas! (One must not ask how he knew if he would die if he is very much alive...or where he got the insulin...Or where he stashes his contaminated needles...) Of course, I could do without the language, nudity (shocking, that) and there did seem to be an excessive amount of blood...
But it was still great fun! Just be sure you go with someone who will say when it's safe to open your eyes again.
#thenuditywasoverthetopandwheredoesonegetinsulininmedievaltimes
Now, we are home and Brent is watching "Hotel Transylvania." Popcorn is doing cartwheels and rolling across the floor on my balance ball and coming to a handstand. Over and over and over...It could almost be tedious.
#wheredoesshegettheenergyfrom.
See? This hashtag stuff can be fun!
Stay tuned for #SorryYouMadeABadDecision!
I'm pretty sure it will be EPIC.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
The Only Acceptable Form of Pork is BACON
Today I called in to work to see where I was needed. "Call again at 9 and see if we need you at eleven." This has never happened since I went to pool, but I guess it was my turn...
Anyway, at 9 I called and heard "We will definitely need you 3-7. Call at one so we can tell you where."
Dang! I should have went to the gym. Only my back is a little achy from my fall in the yard Saturday. Sitting makes it tighten up, and standing makes it spasm. The only position it truly feels "good" in right now is in a full squat. Which is great for my booty, but a bit awkward.
By 10:30 I had vacuumed, cleaned both bathrooms, did the Sunday crossword, and even two loads of laundry.
None of those things made my back feel better. Strange.
I decided that there was nothing for it. I was going to have to cook dinner. After all, Brent works disgusting hours, and if I'm to embrace this trophy wife fantasy, he better be well fed at the very least!
I opened the fridge to see what I could see...
And I found this:
Have you ever purchased this? If you buy ham, the only brand I can recommend is Farmland. My mother in law always said it was the best, and I confess I've bought other brands on sale. I always came away disappointed. One time when Aleta was staying with us, she bought a package of these pieces. They are so handy, and really economical! This is a 1.68lb package and it was only $3.39. Considering I will get two meals out of that, I'm pleased with the cost!
Speaking of meat: Ground turkey is from the devil. I go a little crazy every time I see someone recommend ground turkey to cut fat. Seriously, people! Lean meat is lean meat! If it says lean on the package, you can simply lay all of the meats along side each other. Ninety three percent lean hamburger, chicken, turkey, pork whatever CONTAIN THE SAME AMOUNT OF FAT AND CHOLESTEROL! So, don't ruin a perfectly good lasagna with some dirty old bird...
Beef! It's whats for dinner.
Just ask my dad. I would never dare serve him ham. I think the only acceptable form of pork to hit the table is bacon. And that's because there is no beef counterpart to bacon. Our family consumes all beef sausage, hot dogs, bologna, whatever... If it's made with beef, you bet your sweet bippy that is what we will eat!
Of course, beef is NOT for dinner tonight. Because I occasionally rebel and buy ham. It's okay. I'm pretty sure some pork producer out there needs some financial support.
So, based on the ham in the fridge, I decided to throw together some comfort food in the form of macaroni & cheese ham. Only I had bow tie pasta. But this is the result:
Oh, wait! I decided Brent would not want to bother with a vegetable, so I threw in a bag of frozen peas too!
Now all he has to do is put it in the oven to heat it through. Since I'm pretty sure I'll be at work, I'm just going on faith that my family will "rise up and call me blessed."
Macaroni & Cheese Ham Bake
Ingredients:
1 lb bow tie pasta, cooked
cheddar cheese
Velveeta
Cream of mushroom soup
Milk
Ham pieces (I probably used 3/4lb)
Salt, pepper, garlic to taste
Peas (if one desires to sneak a veggie in on their children)
Combine all ingredients. I think I used maybe 8 ounces of Velveeta, as that is all I had. And maybe a cup of cheddar, but again, it was just a few generous handfuls. The ham was eye balled too. Oh, and after you've added the main ingredients, just stir in enough milk until it's good and creamy. Be careful with the garlic. I forgot I wasn't holding the salt, and I fear mine will be a bit over the top this time. Oh, well. That's what happens when you're cooking on the fly!
Throw it all in a casserole dish, cover, then stick in the fridge with this note: Cook in oven at 350 until heated through.
Think the family can handle that?
Proverbs 31:27-31
She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
I'll settle for a kiss and a "thanks for dinner, Mom."
Oh, and a clean kitchen when I get home. But I won't hold my breath on that one.
Anyway, at 9 I called and heard "We will definitely need you 3-7. Call at one so we can tell you where."
Dang! I should have went to the gym. Only my back is a little achy from my fall in the yard Saturday. Sitting makes it tighten up, and standing makes it spasm. The only position it truly feels "good" in right now is in a full squat. Which is great for my booty, but a bit awkward.
By 10:30 I had vacuumed, cleaned both bathrooms, did the Sunday crossword, and even two loads of laundry.
None of those things made my back feel better. Strange.
I decided that there was nothing for it. I was going to have to cook dinner. After all, Brent works disgusting hours, and if I'm to embrace this trophy wife fantasy, he better be well fed at the very least!
I opened the fridge to see what I could see...
And I found this:
Have you ever purchased this? If you buy ham, the only brand I can recommend is Farmland. My mother in law always said it was the best, and I confess I've bought other brands on sale. I always came away disappointed. One time when Aleta was staying with us, she bought a package of these pieces. They are so handy, and really economical! This is a 1.68lb package and it was only $3.39. Considering I will get two meals out of that, I'm pleased with the cost!
Speaking of meat: Ground turkey is from the devil. I go a little crazy every time I see someone recommend ground turkey to cut fat. Seriously, people! Lean meat is lean meat! If it says lean on the package, you can simply lay all of the meats along side each other. Ninety three percent lean hamburger, chicken, turkey, pork whatever CONTAIN THE SAME AMOUNT OF FAT AND CHOLESTEROL! So, don't ruin a perfectly good lasagna with some dirty old bird...
Beef! It's whats for dinner.
Just ask my dad. I would never dare serve him ham. I think the only acceptable form of pork to hit the table is bacon. And that's because there is no beef counterpart to bacon. Our family consumes all beef sausage, hot dogs, bologna, whatever... If it's made with beef, you bet your sweet bippy that is what we will eat!
Of course, beef is NOT for dinner tonight. Because I occasionally rebel and buy ham. It's okay. I'm pretty sure some pork producer out there needs some financial support.
So, based on the ham in the fridge, I decided to throw together some comfort food in the form of macaroni & cheese ham. Only I had bow tie pasta. But this is the result:
Oh, wait! I decided Brent would not want to bother with a vegetable, so I threw in a bag of frozen peas too!
Now all he has to do is put it in the oven to heat it through. Since I'm pretty sure I'll be at work, I'm just going on faith that my family will "rise up and call me blessed."
Macaroni & Cheese Ham Bake
Ingredients:
1 lb bow tie pasta, cooked
cheddar cheese
Velveeta
Cream of mushroom soup
Milk
Ham pieces (I probably used 3/4lb)
Salt, pepper, garlic to taste
Peas (if one desires to sneak a veggie in on their children)
Combine all ingredients. I think I used maybe 8 ounces of Velveeta, as that is all I had. And maybe a cup of cheddar, but again, it was just a few generous handfuls. The ham was eye balled too. Oh, and after you've added the main ingredients, just stir in enough milk until it's good and creamy. Be careful with the garlic. I forgot I wasn't holding the salt, and I fear mine will be a bit over the top this time. Oh, well. That's what happens when you're cooking on the fly!
Throw it all in a casserole dish, cover, then stick in the fridge with this note: Cook in oven at 350 until heated through.
Think the family can handle that?
Proverbs 31:27-31
She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
I'll settle for a kiss and a "thanks for dinner, Mom."
Oh, and a clean kitchen when I get home. But I won't hold my breath on that one.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Linear Hodge Podge
We had a beautiful weekend. Saturday I spent most of the day outside, playing in my flower beds. I watched Brent chop down a dead tree with his axe.
Because his chainsaw was too much effort to drag out.
I didn't mind. It was an enjoyable show.
I cleaned that dad gum Bermuda grass that is determined to creep it's way into every blessed flower bed I have. I figured removing it while it's dormant is the easier way to go...
Then, I decided to clean the dead foliage from my annuals in the raised beds Brent made me a few years ago. As I stepped from one bed to the ground, I was momentarily confounded as to why I couldn't move forward...Then I was suddenly rushing toward the ground, and barely got the shovel thrown to the side before I slammed my face into it.
Last year Brent put chicken wire around the raised beds in an attempt to keep Chesney out of the vegetables, and my shoe lace had caught on it. Sadly, no random person was filming my epic fall for Youtube fame.
Anyway, what I originally started this post was to tell you about my FRONT bed that I built last year. (This would be the one I expanded along the front of my house, in order to house all of the flowers my lovely neighbor Catherine gave me.) I had ran out of paving bricks that the previous owners had used in various projects that either I had dismantled, or just never worked out. I needed about three more bricks, and I had told myself I would have to give up and buy them. But that requires driving to a store I wasn't normally going to, and I hate making trips to places I'm not normally stopping by. And I was quite certain if I just waited long enough a FREE solution would come to mind.
And it did! When Brent chopped down the dead tree, I noticed there were pavers buried under the grass around the tree. Granted, they did not match the other pavers, but never fear! I simply grabbed pavers that I had put along the backside of the flower bed against the fence, placed the mismatched paver there, and quickly put in the new pavers...
Except it wasn't quickly at ALL. You see, I had started a flower bed at the opposite end of the existing small bed. I had also expanded the original part of the bed out by about two feet, and made it sort of curve along the front of the house, then off to the side...
Guess what? I didn't actually need THREE pavers. I needed about two and two thirds of a paver. " No big deal," I decided "I will simply expand the curve in a place by a teeny bit, and PRESTO! I will be done."
An hour later, I finally was able to cram the final paver in place.
As I was struggling to cram this paver in place, I couldn't help but consider if my husband were the one to have laid out this bed. He would never have started until he marked out the EXACT perimeter of the new bed with spray paint. Then, he would have counted out pavers, figured out the length of them, verses the length of the bed, and then not even began until he made sure that there were enough pavers. Then he would have proceeded to dig down a precise amount (say two inches) all the way around the the perimeter of the bed, to ensure the pavers were perfectly aligned along the length of the bed.
And it would look perfect.
Which makes me itchy. Here's my convoluted philosophy...If I make it look all orderly and perfect, then there is this scary expectation to MAINTAIN that orderly perfection. If I slap together a hodge podge flower bed with hodge podge items found around my yard, fill it with flowers lovingly handed over from my neighbors, or scavenged from roadside ditches, then it will be admired as a bit of charming nonsense. (Sort of like the tilted bird house in the picture above. When I placed it, Brent TOLD me I didn't bury the post deep enough. And I boldly said, "It's a bird house! It's not like it needs to be buried deep to keep cattle from rubbing it over...And a mere year later my post is precariously tilted. He has yet to say "I told you so." Probably because he doesn't wander to that side of the house overly much.)
But the perfection of this man God gave me is this: You can't do EVERYTHING hodge podge, helter skelter. Some things take precision and attention to detail if you want them to last. And, God in his infinite wisdom and knowledge of my hurry up, let's get it done yesterday mentality gave me Brent.
The perfect man to balance my crazy.
Because his chainsaw was too much effort to drag out.
I didn't mind. It was an enjoyable show.
I cleaned that dad gum Bermuda grass that is determined to creep it's way into every blessed flower bed I have. I figured removing it while it's dormant is the easier way to go...
Then, I decided to clean the dead foliage from my annuals in the raised beds Brent made me a few years ago. As I stepped from one bed to the ground, I was momentarily confounded as to why I couldn't move forward...Then I was suddenly rushing toward the ground, and barely got the shovel thrown to the side before I slammed my face into it.
Last year Brent put chicken wire around the raised beds in an attempt to keep Chesney out of the vegetables, and my shoe lace had caught on it. Sadly, no random person was filming my epic fall for Youtube fame.
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| The beds as they were being built. I fell out of the one on the lower left corner. |
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| This is the original bed a few years ago snapped sometime during winter |
And it did! When Brent chopped down the dead tree, I noticed there were pavers buried under the grass around the tree. Granted, they did not match the other pavers, but never fear! I simply grabbed pavers that I had put along the backside of the flower bed against the fence, placed the mismatched paver there, and quickly put in the new pavers...
Except it wasn't quickly at ALL. You see, I had started a flower bed at the opposite end of the existing small bed. I had also expanded the original part of the bed out by about two feet, and made it sort of curve along the front of the house, then off to the side...
Guess what? I didn't actually need THREE pavers. I needed about two and two thirds of a paver. " No big deal," I decided "I will simply expand the curve in a place by a teeny bit, and PRESTO! I will be done."
An hour later, I finally was able to cram the final paver in place.
As I was struggling to cram this paver in place, I couldn't help but consider if my husband were the one to have laid out this bed. He would never have started until he marked out the EXACT perimeter of the new bed with spray paint. Then, he would have counted out pavers, figured out the length of them, verses the length of the bed, and then not even began until he made sure that there were enough pavers. Then he would have proceeded to dig down a precise amount (say two inches) all the way around the the perimeter of the bed, to ensure the pavers were perfectly aligned along the length of the bed.
And it would look perfect.
Which makes me itchy. Here's my convoluted philosophy...If I make it look all orderly and perfect, then there is this scary expectation to MAINTAIN that orderly perfection. If I slap together a hodge podge flower bed with hodge podge items found around my yard, fill it with flowers lovingly handed over from my neighbors, or scavenged from roadside ditches, then it will be admired as a bit of charming nonsense. (Sort of like the tilted bird house in the picture above. When I placed it, Brent TOLD me I didn't bury the post deep enough. And I boldly said, "It's a bird house! It's not like it needs to be buried deep to keep cattle from rubbing it over...And a mere year later my post is precariously tilted. He has yet to say "I told you so." Probably because he doesn't wander to that side of the house overly much.)
But the perfection of this man God gave me is this: You can't do EVERYTHING hodge podge, helter skelter. Some things take precision and attention to detail if you want them to last. And, God in his infinite wisdom and knowledge of my hurry up, let's get it done yesterday mentality gave me Brent.
The perfect man to balance my crazy.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Not For Everyone
Yoga pants.
They are not for everyone. Well, maybe they are. But if you decide to wear them, I have one request before you boldly purchase and proceed to go out and about in your new stretchy bit of heaven...
Do the bend over test. I beg of you.
You see, I have a new pasttime. It's called "going to the gym." It is fun! You should try it!
Okay, maybe FUN is a bit of a stretch. It's worth it, how about that? It has good sides (I've bullied a friend into going with me. I've even bullied her into doing Pilates, which she had never done, yet I refuse to run next to her on the treadmill. I think we have a beautifully balanced relationship.) I feel better, although I have not noticed any visible changes, but I know the changes are there. I am more productive when I get home, because my energy is up.
The down side is that it certainly takes a chunk out of the day. I leave the house at 8:40 to get there and do 20-30 minutes on the eliptical/treadmill before dragging Jaime to Pilates. Unless there is no class offered that we (read here I) want to do, then we simply do a good thirty minutes on the treadmill, Jaime faithfully running, me walking quickly, and adjusting my incline to justify my refusal to run...Anyway, we don't leave the gym until around 10:30, and that doesn't get me home until nearly 11.
But all of those boring details are really just to let you know why I want you to realize that you need to do the bend over test with your yoga pants. A few weeks ago at the end of our kick boxing class, the instructor finished with some abs. The lovely lady in front of me had on black yoga pants. I was disconcerted to realize that when she lay on her side with her knees flexed as we did obliques I could see every detail of her underwear. Seriously. They were purple with a floral pattern.
You know what the first thing I did when I got home, right? I made sure my underwear were not readily visible when my pants were stretched taut. Thankfully, my pants were high quality Nikes, given to my by a friend who accidentally bought herself a pair that were too big for her. I find hand me ups to be quite beneficial!
Hey, let's interrupt this tedious post for a little laughter from Tim Hawkins!
Speaking of that soft stretchiness...
Since that day, I've noticed too many women whose pants look perfectly fine on first glance, but when you see them go down to a squat for frog jumps in front of you, the view of their unmentionables is quite clear. Now, serioulsy I'm not WANTING to check out every woman's booty, and see if they're yoga pants are sheer when stretched taut, but somehow my assessing nursing eyes just notice these things as I'm trying not to focus on the misery of doing frog jumps around the gym. There's a floral print. She has on a thong, Woops, she has on NOTHING...
Kick boxing is the devil. Yesterday we were doing squats, squats, squats, and then kicks, kicks, kicks, and I was delighted every single time the song ended because that meant I got to run two laps around the gym before we started our next segment. Yes, I was glad for running. Which is seriously wrong. Wrong in the same way that we had to do four frog jumps followed by two push ups around the gym, and I was overjoyed to do push ups. Because my legs were THAT tired...
So, the other day I decided I needed an extra pair of yoga pants for working out. It's cold outside, so I don't want to wear shorts, and one of my pants are too fitted for me to be comfortable, and the other pair is just not as flattering as my free Nike yoga pants...
My husband took me to Academy, and I tried on literally every single brand of work out pants in the store. And, yes I made sure to bend over and stretch them as taut as they would ever be pulled in any work out pose I could think of...Can you imagine if they actually had cameras in the fitting rooms what they would think of all my ridiculous posing? How embarrassing. Perhaps nearly as embarrassing as I should find sharing my knowledge of semi-sheer yoga pants with you...
Guess what I discovered? Of every single pair of pants I tried, no matter if I moved up a size (unless the size was actually too big, and who wants to worry about their pants staying in place during a downward dog?) Nike was the most reliable in NOT showing my unmentionables!
Who knew?
Guess what else? This meant I did NOT leave with any new pants at all. You see, the cheapest pair of Nike work out pants I coudl find were $59. Yep. Nearly sixty bucks for something I'm going to just wear to get all sweaty in.
So, I broke my blogging hiatus to share a completely tedious and mostly frivolous post...
How have you been?
They are not for everyone. Well, maybe they are. But if you decide to wear them, I have one request before you boldly purchase and proceed to go out and about in your new stretchy bit of heaven...
Do the bend over test. I beg of you.
You see, I have a new pasttime. It's called "going to the gym." It is fun! You should try it!
Okay, maybe FUN is a bit of a stretch. It's worth it, how about that? It has good sides (I've bullied a friend into going with me. I've even bullied her into doing Pilates, which she had never done, yet I refuse to run next to her on the treadmill. I think we have a beautifully balanced relationship.) I feel better, although I have not noticed any visible changes, but I know the changes are there. I am more productive when I get home, because my energy is up.
The down side is that it certainly takes a chunk out of the day. I leave the house at 8:40 to get there and do 20-30 minutes on the eliptical/treadmill before dragging Jaime to Pilates. Unless there is no class offered that we (read here I) want to do, then we simply do a good thirty minutes on the treadmill, Jaime faithfully running, me walking quickly, and adjusting my incline to justify my refusal to run...Anyway, we don't leave the gym until around 10:30, and that doesn't get me home until nearly 11.
But all of those boring details are really just to let you know why I want you to realize that you need to do the bend over test with your yoga pants. A few weeks ago at the end of our kick boxing class, the instructor finished with some abs. The lovely lady in front of me had on black yoga pants. I was disconcerted to realize that when she lay on her side with her knees flexed as we did obliques I could see every detail of her underwear. Seriously. They were purple with a floral pattern.
You know what the first thing I did when I got home, right? I made sure my underwear were not readily visible when my pants were stretched taut. Thankfully, my pants were high quality Nikes, given to my by a friend who accidentally bought herself a pair that were too big for her. I find hand me ups to be quite beneficial!
Hey, let's interrupt this tedious post for a little laughter from Tim Hawkins!
Speaking of that soft stretchiness...
Since that day, I've noticed too many women whose pants look perfectly fine on first glance, but when you see them go down to a squat for frog jumps in front of you, the view of their unmentionables is quite clear. Now, serioulsy I'm not WANTING to check out every woman's booty, and see if they're yoga pants are sheer when stretched taut, but somehow my assessing nursing eyes just notice these things as I'm trying not to focus on the misery of doing frog jumps around the gym. There's a floral print. She has on a thong, Woops, she has on NOTHING...
Kick boxing is the devil. Yesterday we were doing squats, squats, squats, and then kicks, kicks, kicks, and I was delighted every single time the song ended because that meant I got to run two laps around the gym before we started our next segment. Yes, I was glad for running. Which is seriously wrong. Wrong in the same way that we had to do four frog jumps followed by two push ups around the gym, and I was overjoyed to do push ups. Because my legs were THAT tired...
So, the other day I decided I needed an extra pair of yoga pants for working out. It's cold outside, so I don't want to wear shorts, and one of my pants are too fitted for me to be comfortable, and the other pair is just not as flattering as my free Nike yoga pants...
My husband took me to Academy, and I tried on literally every single brand of work out pants in the store. And, yes I made sure to bend over and stretch them as taut as they would ever be pulled in any work out pose I could think of...Can you imagine if they actually had cameras in the fitting rooms what they would think of all my ridiculous posing? How embarrassing. Perhaps nearly as embarrassing as I should find sharing my knowledge of semi-sheer yoga pants with you...
Guess what I discovered? Of every single pair of pants I tried, no matter if I moved up a size (unless the size was actually too big, and who wants to worry about their pants staying in place during a downward dog?) Nike was the most reliable in NOT showing my unmentionables!
Who knew?
Guess what else? This meant I did NOT leave with any new pants at all. You see, the cheapest pair of Nike work out pants I coudl find were $59. Yep. Nearly sixty bucks for something I'm going to just wear to get all sweaty in.
So, I broke my blogging hiatus to share a completely tedious and mostly frivolous post...
How have you been?
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