Woo! Go Dad!
I just had my second interview for the position of Managing Artistic Director of Anchorage Community Theare. It went swell. They told me they had fabulous resumes from NYC & LA and that they were surprised and extremely happy that my resume matched any they had received from out of state. :)
Go Dad!
*Also*, Deirdre and Gavin have made it safely to New Mexico, and *futhermore*, they've successfully rented the cute little house they wanted to rent. Go Deirdre and Gavin! Woo!
Wow, that's a whole lot better. I got a chiro appointment for 11 and holy *cow* did my back pop. It sounded like a pack of cards being shuffled. *rtrtrtrtrtrtrtrt*!
*And*, to my surprise, the chiro didn't tell me I couldn't run. He said stretch! Stretch stretch stretch! But he didn't say don't run. :) So that's good! I, uh, will stretch real good from now on. O.O However, I think I'll wait til Saturday to start the regime again. Maybe I'll do 15 minute walks for the rest of the week, or something, but I'd like to give my back a little time to calm down. Yeah.
But yay! I feel better, I can still do the running card, and I can go BIKING tonight. Yay! Woot woot!
Doesn't matter if I'm feeling nervous about climbing on a chair. We have no lightblubs.
My back was just psyching me out yesterday. It's not really better. :( I'm going to call the chiro when they open at 9 and see if I can get an appointment this morning. *sigh*
Screwing up my back certainly put a damper on my enthusiasm for exercising. I'm all like, 'blah, who cares, too much work, blah, snivel'. I really wanted to be able to try that running program, but this doesn't seem real promising, does it. I'll talk to the chiro about it, but I'm kind of figuring that until I get a clean bill of health from him, running is probably out. At least if it's going to do this to me, it is.
Maybe I should start swimming again instead. But running is free and paying for a pool, even the cheap university pool, is $75 to $150.
Hungry. Crabby. Frustrated. :(
And the stupid light in the office is out and I'm feeling irrationally nervous about the idea of climbing onto a chair to change it. I just shouldn't have gotten up this morning. :P
For all the left-wing liberals out there, a t-shirt with the Ben Franklin liberty quote from 1755: They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.
My back's doing a lot better. I am glad of this. I'm icing it right now. Brr.
Emily and I went to My Big Fat Greek Wedding last night! Everyone should go see it! It's wonderful! It's very *very* funny and yah. Wonderful. Go see it. :)
My back's a little better this morning. I'm wearing the stupid brace and I iced it last night and took aspirin and wore the brace to bed and I'm re-freezing the ice to re-ice it today ... I don't *want* my back to be screwed up. *sigh*
I'm going to be really pissy if I can't bike this afternoon because of this. *growly face*
Oooooooh, Sarah redesigned her site and I rrreeaalllly like it! Go admire it! Go Sarah! Woot!
Ok, off to try to make the back stop hurting. :P Night!
Well, whatever I did, it well and truly fucked up my back. Let's hear it for muscle spasms... not. I am *seriously* displeased. :P
Feh. I sat badly after we came in from running and I seem to have screwed up my back somehow. I'm sitting less badly now and am hoping the ouchful part will go away. Feh.
Wow, we did it. We ran for two whole minutes! Okay, not in a row, but still! I don't remember the last time I ran two whole minutes. It was probably in junior high. :) Today's card was 5 minutes walk, 1 minute run, 5 minute walk, 1 minute run, 5 minute walk. And it wasn't so bad! That's the schedule for the whole week, except, er, on the days where it's just a 15 minute walk. :)
I'm feeling irritatingly chipper. :)
Well, despite the puppy (who seems to be feeling MUCH better now, thank you), I did get up and go to the gym this morning, and had a pretty darned good workout. Then we went shopping and came home and made a magnificent brunch of bacon, eggs and pancakes. It was *really* good.
Now I'm at work for a few hours and digesting the *really* good brunch, and then I'm going to *shudder* go try this running thing. And it's a nice day out, so I'm feeling like maybe I oughta go biking, too. I tell you, there's not enough hours in the day! Well, ok, it helps if you get out of bed before a quarter to ten, but I'd INTENDED to. It's just that there was the Truly Vile Stench....
I was woken up 90 minutes ago because there was a Truly Vile Stench.
I have never been woken up by a Truly Vile Stench before.
I do not, on the whole, recommend it.
After taking several minutes to determine that the Truly Vile Stench did *not* come from our bedroom, we went downstairs to discover that the dog had done every imaginable excretion in her kennel.
She evidently ate some of her bedding stuffing, and apparently had to poop.
Then she ate the poop.
Then she puked.
Which is approximately when we got up.
I have *no* idea how Emily slept through the Truly Vile Stench.
I brought the dog out. She pooped a little.
I brought her back in after several minutes.
Two minutes after we came in she puked.
(Sarah says: "She having an allergic reaction to her shots?" I say "No, she was having an allergic reaction to the dog shit she'd eaten.")
There was much cleaning up. Her bed was declared a toxic waste area and thrown out. She seemed to be feeling better. We cleaned the kennel and put her back in it.
We went back to bed.
Four minutes later there was More Truly Vile Stench, and a YIP from the puppy.
We bolted back downstairs.
She was standing in some Really Disgusting Bile. In her kennel.
Out we went again.
Ted cleaned the kennel. Chanti was feeling much better and romped around. We came in again.
I bathed her. She didn't like that.
And I figured, what the fuck, I'm up, I'll go keep Sarah company the last half hour of her blog. O.O
I also figured I'd stay up a while and see if the wretched, wretched puppy vomited or shat again.
I am wet and covered in dog hair and very smelly. And I had such a *nice* plan to get up around 8 and go to the gym and go do the horrible running thing and go shopping and do ... y'know. Stuff.
:P
I think I might have to take a shower before I go back to bed. Or maybe that's too much effort. Glargh. But Chanti hasn't gotten sick again, and it's been half an hour or more, so maybe she's run out of things to sick up. I hope so. :/
Right. G'night. :P
Man. Got up, biked 16 miles and walked 1, today. Showered and ate breakfast and that's all I've done so far today, since 9:15. But I'm bushed.
The walking was day 1 of the running card thingy. I walked about 17 minutes, not 15, 'cause one of the laps I did around the bowl up at Kincaid Park I took a slightly longer way around and added a minute or so. And also I was carrying my water bottle that lap, and I think the not swinging my arms as freely slowed me down a bit. No big, 17 minutes is fahn. It's not like they're going to take away my birthday for walking longer than I'm supposed to. :)
Gotta get offline for a few hours, to go do some other stuff that's not at a computer. Gotta work tonight, so I'll be back, perhaps with something stunning and exciting to say. Or, since that's not likely, you should read Sarah's Blogathon page, which is being updated half-hourly. Go Sarah!
As if I'm not doing enough sudden exercise what with biking daily and gymming 3 times a week (ok, I've only gone twice so far, but I REALLY want that Rogue bust), I'm going to start a *shudder* running regime.
I'm doing this for several reasons, primary among them being that I'm barking mad. But: see, I have this irrational desire to do triathalons. Or at least _a_ triathalon. I love biking and swimming and competing, which is 3/4ths of the necessary goods to do a triathalon. I *hate* running. I'm very bad at it. I think it's painful and nausea-inducing. But I can't find any biathalons that are made up of biking and swimming, so if I ever want to do this, I need to learn how to run. Also, it's good for you. Or that's what they tell me, anyway.
There's also this Diabetes Association fundraiser marathon I got a thing about in the mail the other day. I cannot imagine why I would *actually* want to run a marathon, or even half a marathon, except to have accomplished it (which is why people do a lot of things), but it seems to be something I'm holding in my mind as a thing I might want to do. There're some informational meetings about (not that particular race, but another one in Rome they do) it in September. In theory, if I follow this here learn-to-run regime, I might have a decent idea by September 8 (the first meeting) whether I think I might be able to build up the stamina to do a 13 mile run.
Well, hell, actually, even in the condition I'm *in* I'm pretty sure I could *walk* 13 miles in 7.5 hours, y'know? Anyway, it's this very insane idea, and it may turn out I hate running too much to even think about it, or to think about triathalons, but if I start now I have all winter to train, and that'd be ... well. Good. I mean, if I'm gonna win triathalons I'm clearly going to need to learn to run well enough that when I take a huge lead in the swimming/biking parts, I won't lose it entirely in the running part. :)
So tomorrow I'm going to go for a, er, 15 minute walk. That's the first day! It's not my fault! And if I start tomorrow instead of today, I can have Fridays off, which seems good.
Anyway. So that's the plan.
Tell you what, though, with all this exercise, I better wake up one of these days and find it's become an Ideal World and that I weigh 145 pounds. O.O
Man. I have a Friday morning 9am meeting EVERY WEEK and EVERY WEEK it sneaks up on me. Very annoying.
I actually got up and went to the gym this morning. I didn't *want* to and I almost *didn't*, because the alarm went off at 6 and I thought: I'll get up when the snooze goes off. But then the snooze didn't go off, and I woke up at 6:26 and said, "Crap." And got up and went to the gym, because I don't get to have the new Rogue bust until I've gymmed 9 times in a row (in a row meaning Sunday, Wednesday and Friday, those being the 3 days a week my gym membership is for). So today was day two, and of course once I actually went I was glad I had (that's SO annoying), aaaaaaand. What else?
I biked 13.5 miles last night, saw 3 moose and was totally uninspired by the whole ride. Very sad. It was cold out. Tonight I'll wear more clothes.
Um. That's it, for now. Although my 9am meeting is at least entertaining right now, 'cause they're trying to get Vincent called in and the rest of us are horsing around. :)
Well, I've fixed most of the layout problems on the site redesign I'm working on. There's one more obvious one, and then I've got to really get to work on font crap and on altering the remaining modules, because God Almighty there's a lot to do, and QA's supposed to start Monday. Blah.
Off to bike, now, though! It looks like rain, so I want to go earlier today instead of later. *scoots*
Milk! That was it. That was the funny thing I was going to mention. Emily stopped at the store and bought 2 gallons of milk yesterday. Shaun stopped on the way home and bought another gallon. Now we have 3.5 gallons of milk. This may be more than even _I_ can drink before it expires!
Emily and I went to _About A Boy_ last night, and I really enjoyed it. (Actually, so did Emily.) When we left the theatre, it was *pouring* rain, so I was very glad I'd gone biking earlier in the day instead of waiting til after the movie, or skipping the movie in favor of biking. Anyway, good movie! Worth seeing!
I was going to say something else about something amusing, but I can't remember what it was. *squint* Well, maybe it'll come back to me.
I got up at 6 and went to the gym this morning. Go me!
Except it was really EXTREMELY weird because the alarm went off and Ted didn't turn it off and after about fifteen seconds I said (whined), "Ted, hit the snooze." No response. I lay there another ten seconds or so and said, "Hit the *snooze*." No response. I flopped over, and TED WASN'T THERE!
I stared in bewilderment, then stared at the bathroom, which was open and dark. No Ted THERE, either!
So I rolled over in a very snivelly fashion and hit the snooze, and tried to figure out what had happened to my husband.
Now, I knew he'd been planning to get up at 5 and take Chantico for a walk. The logical assumption was that he had in fact done this. However, I had _totally_ failed to hear him get up, or hear him move, or _anything_, so I just didn't know how he could have *done* that.
It did not occur to me until just this moment to consider the possibility that he had been abducted by aliens.
But at about 6:06 he came in and said, "Are you going to the gym?" and he was all wet from having, indeed, gone walking with the puppy in the rain. And so I whined about my confusion to him, and got up, and went to the gym, and worked out, and now I am STARVING TO DEATH, and must walk the puppy and get some breakfast. Probably in that order.
OYL update, finally.
We brought Chanti to the vet again tonight for more shots. This time it cost $150. They want to charge us close to $600 to have her spayed. I think we must've found the most expensive clinic in town. We're going to call the nice SPCA people and get her spayed somewhere we can fucking well afford. I am a displeased Kit.
I'm also a tremendously hungry Kit, so I'm going to go to bed before I give in to my weakness and eat something. G'night!
Wow. Wow wow wow. I've been overpaying on Ted's federal student loan by teensy amounts for the last year, and by a more significant amount the last few months, and I just got the coupons for the next year's worth of payments, and they're $25 less than last year's.
*does a little jig* Yay me! Woot! Yay!
I, however, am only halfway as admirable as Sarah, who got Angie's comments working. I bow before her technical superiority! Woot!
*dancie dancie dance*
Zum! Chiropracted! Wow, that felt really good, too. I needed popping!
Lucy is doing Paw Of Dominance on my printer, which has a bobtail kitten contract sitting on top of it. It's all very feng shui, or something. :)
Speaking of which, last night I suddenly had a fit of needing to rearrange some of the books on one of the sets of shelves in the living room, which Emily explained as my feng shui being disturbed. I decided that was probably about right, particularly since although I didn't go into it thinking, 'Hm, feng shui book arranging!' everybody who's seen the setup has admired it, so it must be very feng shui, or something. :)
Ok, I need to go put my real clothes back on (I biked to the chiro) and walk the puppy.
I couldn't stand it anymore and I got on the scale this morning.
I've lost 5 pounds.
*dancie dancie dance*!
Incidentally, it stopped raining yesterday so I got to go biking. Go me! And, um. Oh, chiropractor this morning, right. Popopopopopop!
Raining, ee. I hope it stops long enough tonight for me to go biking!
Busy busy busy day!
We got up at 8ish to get ready to go berry picking, which was supposed to happen at 9. Well, we thought was, anyway. At 9, Dad wasn't here. At 9:05, I said maybe I should call at 9:15. At 9:10, I got impatient and called and said, "Did Dad forget we were going berry picking at 9 this morning?" Mom said, "No, he remembered you were going berry picking at 10 this morning!" So around 9:40 Dad came over and got Emily and me and we went off strawberry picking.
The strawberries were sort of ... pathetic. :) Small and tiny and ... well, a lot like Alaskan wild strawberries. We got /some/ (more than in the photo), though, and we'll go next week for another try for the ones that weren't ripe yet. Having given up on the strawberries, we went for a little walk to check on the raspberries, which, to our surprise, had some ripe 'uns on the bushes, so we'll have to go raspberry picking next week, *too*.
Then we stopped for lunch at Bird Point Cafe, which has extremely, extremely good home-made frenchfries and pretty good other food too. Emily faced the windows and kept an eye on the mountain behind us, making certain that it didn't move, and Dad kept claiming an avalanche was coming down another mountain, but it was coming slowly enough that we could finish lunch and escape. :) While we were there, Dad got up to go to the bathroom. I said, "We'll be here!" and then, having said that, thought it would be a good idea to switch tables, so we weren't there at all. That made Dad very sad!
Then we went and walked around the waterfall at McHugh Park where there were tenacious purple flowers clinging to a rock and where I, for no clearly explicable reason, was silly.
*THEN* we stopped at the boardwalk and looked at spawning salmon.
Then Emily and I went to K19: The Widowmaker which was pretty good, if not exacty cheerful.
And now it's late and I have to pee so I'm not going to update OYL tonight although I'd intended to. Instead I'm going to bed and you can look at the rest of today's photos here. G'night!
I done bikeded! 21 miles, and my god did I wear myself out. More at OYL later. Dinner now. Vroom!
Sigh. Doom.
I _intended_ to get up and bike to Girdwood this morning. however, at 7:30, my tummy was all blorty from last night's pizza. So I thought, ok, I'll take Option #2, which is to bike to Girdwood while Ted's at shoshen riu. I got up when I was feeling better, only to discover that Chantico had pooped in the kitchen and was suffering from a bout of the runs. So instead of going biking, I have been bringing the wretched puppy outside every five to twenty minutes so she can go to the bathroom.
Yuck.
She *seems* to be better now, so now I'm going to go out to Kincaid Park and bloody well do some trail riding, at least. :P
Wow! Response from the Moores already! Permission granted to use Francine images! Woo!
Following up Deborah (Donoghue, not Lupo) surrealness is Iago surrealness. He logged in this morning and more or less asked for a writing assignment. It's a very strange week.
*runs to scan* hee hee heeheheheheh!
Not much to say today. Went on a 13.5 mile bike ride last night, am starving today. Well, the starving thing isn't new, and it'd probably be alleviated if I went and got some breakfast, but I got up late and had to get into a meeting right away.
I am officially a college student again. I've been accepted to UAA as an art student. I wonder if I'll be able to find time to actually take classes.
Emailing Terry Moore to ask permission to use some SiP images on LYFA.
Had an extremely surreal conversation with Deborah Lupo yesterday. The world is a strange place.
Uhm. Off to work now, I guess. Vroom.
Some OYL updates, some LYFA updates, not really a stunning amount to say here.
Except *laugh* Emily was just down here reading her email and she read the James interview linked below, and commented and stuff while reading it, then went back upstairs, and I had the very strange sensation that it must've been an on-line conversation and that she'd logged off, because, well, we'd *had* the conversation, but then she wasn't there anymore! So it didn't seem real!
I think I need to get some more local friends. :)
Nice interview with James Marsters from Buffy over here. Contains some last-season spoilers, if you're paranoid about that kind of thing. Well, it contains them even if you're not, but you probably don't care if you're not. :)
Blah. Got up way too late this morning. I need to get myself an alarm clock.
No biking last night. Instead we went out for dessert. Something's wrong with this lineup... :P
Glah. Bad day at work. Lots of stress even if I ultimately got my own way -- although so did my boss, because my coworker Mike walked me through a lot of what Steve wanted and we figured out how to do it. My brain just doesn't work the way Steve's does, and it frustrates him at /least/ as much as it frustrates me.
However, in a fit of frustration, I bellowed, "AND I DON'T HAVE ANY *SWEETS*!!!" while Ted was still here at lunch, and when he left he sneakily sent Emily out to the store to buy me a bag of M&Ms. A 16oz bag of M&Ms. *laugh* It's sitting in front of me and making me happy, even though I haven't eaten any. I have an awfully good husband. And an awfully nice friend in Emily! :)
Sarah made the quarter-finals in Scriptapalooza with her Lilith script! Which means she was in the top 10% of more than 3000 entries, which is pretty darned cool. Sarah rocks!
Ok, back to struggling with work now.
I saw a bear last night while I was biking!
I was about to bike around the corner where I saw the bear /last/ year, and I thought to myself: "He was about forty feet away, just at the next corner, when I saw him," and I went around the corner and there was ANOTHER bear in JUST the same place!
We were both pretty startled. :) He scurried up the trail, and then somebody else came the other direction -- I was sort of creeping along seeing what he'd do -- and he ran off into the bushes.
A couple minutes later I saw a bull moose, and then a family of spruce hens, which I don't think I'd ever seen before. And I scared a baby moose (and he scared me!) on the way back home, and I startled a young cow moose who went for a run alongside the trail (several yards away, through a barrier of trees) next to me for thirty or forty feet, and then later there was a great crashing crunkling cracking noise and a branch fell down from a tree behind me. All and all, a pretty exciting ride!
Plus, I rode 20 miles. :) Which puts me at about ... 70? For the last week? Not bad. :)
My bread dough was goo. *sigh* I threw it out and started a new batch. Won't be ready for lunch, now. :P
Stellar morning so far. Spilled oil into the bread while I was making it, dropped and chipped the flour container Mom lent me :(, knocked dried onion over and spilled it all over everything; this after knocking a root beer over last night and spilling /it/ all over everything. And it's only just barely 8am. :P
Very low-key day today. Had plans to do a long bike ride, but Dad suggested we go berry picking instead. Had plans to go berry picking, but intestinal system suggested we rebel against the deliciously wonderfully incredibly good seafood fettucine Ted made for dinner last night. My god, it was good. But I've stopped ordering it at restaurants because it upsets my tummy, and it turns out that even home-made seafood fettucine upsets my tummy. Darn. Will have to get Ted to make chicken and broccoli fettucine next time. :)
So instead of exercising or berry picking there was a lot of sleeping in this morning. Then I got up and spent two hours cleaning out some of my stuff in the garage -- I got rid of a BUNCH of stuff, and I found my BABY BLANKET! *beam* I'm very happy about that. I thought it was lost. And I've found lots of other interesting things, and that's all well and good. Then I went and took another 2.5 hour nap, because I was still feeling gooky, and now we're going to go see MIB2. Bye!
I have an EMILY! Last night at 9:30 the doorbell rang, and I thought: Well, I'm sure as hell not answering that, I don't know who it could be and I'm in the middle of watching Farscape!
Ted answered the door, and I heard a plainitive voice say, "Can I come in and watch Farscape?" *laugh*
And now Emily is here! We have her for about a month, before she flies off to the wilds of Alaska. She has plans to go to the Alaska Native Heritage Center and learn all she can about the Lower Yukon, which is where she'll be going. And Shaun's going to run his game so Emily can get a bit of gaming in before she flies away, and hopefully Ted will also run /his/ game so etc etc etc and yeah. It'll be cool. :)
My intentions to go on a long bike ride this morning were shot to hell by the fact that I stayed up til 1 last night gabbing with Emily, so perhaps tomorrow morning. :)
Tonight, there is homemade seafood fettucine for dinner and lemon meringue pie for dessert. Yummmmmmmmy. :)
I went biking! While biking, I was inspired to write a haiku!
Bugs suiciding
in my bra. Twenty-four miles
an hour is pure joy!
Well, I didn't say it was a /good/ haiku. :)
I went for a 13 and something mile bike ride last night, got home, saw that Ted wasn't home, put my bike in the garage, efficiently locked the garage door (which I usually forget to do) and then discovered the front door was locked. I did not, of course, have my keys.
Back door was locked, too.
I went over to the elementary school next door and swung on the swingsets for a while.
Then I wandered back home and scritched a friendly neighborhood kitty for a while.
Then I went to the park and sat around on the monkey bars for a while. While I was doing this, I decided Ted and my father had probably gone golfing.
Then it started to get chilly (I was wearing shorts and a tank top). I finally went and broke in the back window of the house by mangling the screen on the back window beyond repair (actually, it was already beyond repair. I in fact returned it to its previous state of beyond-repairness, once I mangled it enough to get it out of the window) and climbed in, much to the astonishment of the cats.
As I climbed in, the phone began to ring. It was Ted, who was not out golfing. A door at his workplace had been opened, the alarm went off, and he was stuck there until somebody came to fix ... whatever needed fixing. He didn't get home until after midnight.
This morning, at 7am, his cellphone rang. Some _other_ idiot had come in and set an alarm off, and wasn't, apparently, smart enough to read the big red sign explaining what to do when the alarm went off.
Ted is pretty crabby. O.O
I, on the other hand, manfully resisted the temptation to make cookies last night after I'd broken into the house (comfort baking!), because I knew if I made cookies, I'd _eat_ them, and that seemed like a bad idea. :) I was _starving_ after that bike ride, though, so I did have a 10pm ... second supper. What do hobbits call second supper? :)
Today, I'm pretending to be a skinny chick. I'm wearing short-shorts and a skinny-strap tank-top that girls with boobs aren't supposed to wear, but it's got some internal structure so there isn't Alarming Flopping going on. Maybe I'll get Ted to take a picture of me (with my SWORD!) or maybe I won't, since I'm only pretending to be a skinny chick and it's possible I actually look very frightening. :)
Meeting now. Idle.
remind me to call the university tomorrow to see what the deal is and why i can't log into the wolfline with my id, 'cause i need to register for my class or two this fall!
It's hot hot hot out. Not that I should be complaining, since all my California friends are melting in hundred degree heat, but it's darned hot here anyway! And actually, I'm not complaining, 'cause it's goooooorgeous. Just hot!
I took hamburger out for dinner, but I'm thinking maybe we should find something that doesn't require cooking to eat. :)
Hungry. Drinking enough water to make me pee every 20 minutes, but hungry none-the-less. A smattering of chocolate chips was yummy and sassisfied the sweet tooth, and even took an edge off the hungry for a little while, but not long enough.
Stupid work server keeps running out of memory. I have decided that when it does this, it's clearly a Sign to go check lyfa. 20 users! Neat!
Gonna have to wait til 8pm again to go biking. Too hot otherwise! Hot hot hot!
Pretty cheerful me. Ooh, I want to go buy a yoga mat or something similar so I can do floor exercises not actually on the floor. Sweating on carpet, igh.
music: American Town, Five For Fighting
Well, I had grand plans to leap out of bed this morning, but that was before Ted's alarm inexplicably went off at midnight. o.O I was *just* about asleep and I was very very confused by it! Veeeery strange. :)
I *must* change the kitty litter this morning. Do not let me forget. Stinky, blah.
I biked! 16 miles in about 80 minutes, go me. I forgot to say I biked on Monday, too. :)
Maybe gaming starting Friday! Yay!
Cheerful me! People are using LYFA, so I'm all chipper and cheerful even if I /didn't/ go to the gym this morning. I'll bike, or maybe even gym, tonight, and if I go to bed at 11 tonight I'm getting up at 5 tomorrow, because my body works better on that cycle than it does on a 7 hour sleep cycle (which is what happened this morning: alarm went off unexpectedly (to me, anyway) at 5, I wasn't prepared to get up, at 6, an hour later, I was deep asleep and didn't *want* to get up, and so, well, I didn't. Tsk.).
I need breakfast. vroom.
I did a very stupid, but funny, thing at dinner tonight.
I picked up a salt shaker and salt wouldn't shake out of it, so I took the lid off and discovered that there was a bunch of wet salt in the top. So I dumped it out and got another salt shaker and took the top off to see if there was any wet salt in the top of *it*.
There wasn't.
So I salted my green beans.
Without putting the top back on.
I did not eat the green beans. :)
Hehehe. A while ago Sarah and I were discussing putting up a forum to help us encourage each other to get to the gym and lose weight. I said I could make a subdomain: loseyourfatass.mizkit.com, which we thought was pretty funny. Well, this afternoon the topic came up again, a handful of people expressed interest, and now Sarah has put up a bulletin board system at loseyourfatass. *giggle*
This's supposed to be an open forum. Anybody who reads this, or heck, anybody who happens across it, is pretty much welcome to post. It's not a girls-only forum, or anything, despite the fact that most of the people I know who say they need to lose weight are girls. Anyway, come play! Use the forum, that's what it's there for. I hope people will!
Plus, Sarah ROCKS for getting it all set up! WOOT!
I have a SWORD!
I got this PACKAGE from HIGHLANDER in the MAIL and thought: This has to be Emily's.
I made Ted open it 'cause I was EATING and it had the Peter Wingfield 'Postcards to Alexa' video thing in it and I said, "That's gotta be the Ivanhoe sword," of the other box and it WAS only it wasn't for EMILY it was for ME and *AIIIIIIIII* I was so surprised I lost my appetite. O.O
Apparently Emily, Sarah, Angie and Ted conspired against me and and and *falls right over* I have the very _best_ friends and husband. This is the SECOND time this year I've been conspired against! It's turning out to be a very good year! (This is the whole collection as presented at Highlander-Official.)
*falls over* *falls over some more* *and some more* omg. O.O
Went to the bone cruncher and got my bones crunched. Much, much better now. Also very hungry. Should do something about that...
Angie called so I could go ah-ah-aht! at her.
I have very, *very* silly friends. :)
It was a very fine weekend, despite getting off to a rather inauspicious start. We drove up to Fairbanks on Thursday morning without incident (thank goodness!) and spent Thursday afternoon and all of Friday hanging out with Ted's mom. We went to Lilo & Stitch again (Beverly hadn't seen it), and rented Training Day (very good) and Ocean's Eleven (pretty entertaining) and basically had a very nice relaxing time.
Saturday we drove back down to Anchorage, stopping for four hours at my aunt and uncle's cabin out in the middle of nowhere. They had some other friends there as well, and we all had dinner together and Ted and I went out on the lake in their little boat and puttered around and saw a loon and *later* we saw an otter and *before* that we saw a momma duck and TEN ducklings, and while we were driving down the Parks Highway we saw a black timber wolf with gold eyes who was all wet and looked really rather bedraggled and miserable.
And there was a very funny bit where Nathan, who was the 7-year-old son of the people who were at Pete and Eileen's, was following the letter if not the spirit of the law about not pointing his super-soaker at people. He swung it around in an arch in the general direction of the adults, spraying my leg. I made this sharp noise which can't properly be described in text; it's more or less "Aht!" but the 't' sound isn't so much pronounced as simply there because the sound is so abrupt.
Anyway, it's not a sound I ever thought about, but Nathan looked extremely startled and subsided, while all of the adults stared at me and then began to laugh. "Gosh," said Aunt Eileen, "I wonder where you got *that* from."
It's a Malone sound. *laugh* I'd never ever thought about it, or even heard myself doing it -- although Ted says I do it to the cats all the time -- but it's a sound I picked up from my mother. Usually it's done in sets of two or three (ah-ah-aht!), not one, and Eileen said that she used to do that when Nathan was just a baby, and it bewildered his parents but the *baby* knew that it meant not to do whatever he was doing. In fact, I was telling Shaun about this, and I made the noise, and Zilli flinched and hunched down with big eyes, so clearly I *do* make the sound at the cats, and *they* know it means they're being bad! *laugh* It was pretty funny. :)
Pete and Eileen are building a house out on the lake, and it's going to be sooooooooo neat. I can't wait to see it when it's done. *laugh* Neither can Eileen, whom I've never seen so excited over something before. It's really neat. *beam*
Sunday we got up and did our shopping and all the usual sorts of things. We brought 2 boxes of books we'd liberated from Ted's brother Brian over to Title Wave, and got another $130 or something in credit (yay!) and we got Chantico from my parents' house and then we went to Lord of the Rings, which is now playing at the (three) dollar theatre. This was the third time I'd seen it, and to my surprise I enjoyed it far more the 3rd time than I did the 2nd time. The first time, I liked it a lot, but I missed probably 20 minutes of it because my tummy was upset and I kept running to the bathroom, so I think the 2nd time I mostly just wanted to see the bits I hadn't seen, which made the rest of it veeeeerrrrryyyyyy looooooooong indeeeeeeed. But this time I just really enjoyed the whole thing. And it had the Two Towers trailer, too, so that was cool too. *laugh* Aaaand Mom came over and I scanned in some old family photographs (really old, like turn of the (19th) century) so she could send them to some distant relation who sent us copies of pictures of people who may or may not be related to us, and that was the only time at all that I spent on the computer this weekend, which was _awfully_ nice.
And I read another book and I made some cookies and that was my weekend! Oh, hey, does it count as reading books if you listen to them on tape? I think it does, so I put two audio books down on my reading list. :)
I have to tell you all the Rather Disgusting Puppy Adventures.
We were going to Fairbanks for the weekend of the 4th. We packed everything, including Chantico, up into the car. Stopped at Title Wave to look for some audio books. Successfully obtained books after about twenty minutes.
We drove to the opposite side of town, where Chanti decided she needed to poop. In her kennel.
We stopped at the mall. Bought cleaning supplies and a new doggy bed and cleaned up. This took 45 minutes. By the time we were done with that, we'd been trying to get out of Anchorage for 90 minutes.
We set out again.
We got to the next major road.
Chanti pooped again.
We called my parents and said, "Can we leave the puppy at your house while we go to Fairbanks?" My parents said okay.
Now, being a puppy, or perhaps being a dog, and being very unhappy about having pooped in her kennel, Chanti ate the poop. Which she had also done the first time.
Three blocks from my parents house, she vomited. Copiously.
Then _Ted_ vomited. Although not as copiously. Fortunately Ted's version of vomiting is rather reserved, so it could have been worse. It involved some spitting out the window and then staggering into my parents' bathroom.
There was a GREAT DEAL OF CLEANING done.
We went and bought ANOTHER doggy bed.
By this time, it was 9. We'd tried leaving at 6:30.
We set out. Again. Without the puppy.
We got three blocks away, and Ted realized he'd left his fanny pack with his driver's license at my parents' house.
We went back.
We got the fanny pack.
And then we went and had some goddamned ice cream and came home and went to bed in our own bed and are going to Fairbanks NOW. :)
Off to Fairbanks! Back on, er, Monday, at the latest. Saturday night or Sunday, more likely. :)
Chantico is on probation from her kennel, and gets to stay in the kitchen when she's not being actively watched by a person. So far it's working fairly well, unless there are things close enough to the edge of the counter for her to get them down. She ate an envelope yesterday. But I'm using a kiddie gate to keep her in, and despite her small-puppyhood enthusiasm for climbing over those gates, she's hanging out in there without much fuss. Gooooood puppy. We're working on 'lie down' as a concept. As long as I've got a treat for her, she gets it. We need to get more treats! :)
food yesterday: 1 brownie, bowl of cereal, 1/2 quesadilla, 1/2 root beer, grapes, small steak, baked potato, peas, glass of milk, kid-size scoop of ice cream
Have I mentioned lately how remarkable it is to live without back pain? After almost a month of being pain-free, I'm still amazed by it on a regular basis. No pain is goooooood. (Maybe, Mary Anne, this is what they meant by 'average' pain. Perhaps they were talking about something chronic, in which case there are indeed days of average pain.)
Assuming Janne is right and the way to do this is to put '(name) is' into Google, Catie is...
... Centro Agronomico Tropical de Investigacion y Ensenanza
... Canadian AIDS Treatment Information Exchange
... a musician
... Clinical Antipsychotic Trials of Intervention Effectiveness
... a Mac user
... a Center for Assessment and Technology in Education
... a poet
... an artist
... an athlete
I just had a brownie for breakfast. I am not a morally superior sort of Kit. :)
food today: bowl of cereal, 1/2 pb&j, sour cream & onion potato chips, 2 brownies, 3/4ths quesadilla, 1/2 root beer, 1 apple.
Not a very exciting entry, I know, but Mary Anne's right: it keeps you honest. :)
You know, losing weight is not, in principle, difficult. Burn more calories than you take in, by exercising and eating less.
It's amazing how easy it is to blow off an easy principle and screw it up. In theory, if I bike an hour a day (12 mile ride), I should be able to burn off about a pound a week with absolutely no other effort. 'course, since I can't remember the last time I biked 7 days a week, I can't be sure this would actually work...
Of course, we're going to Fairbanks this weekend so it's not going to happen this week either. :P