This title is what I said to myself about twenty minutes ago. I had been spending this lazy,rainy Sunday morning lying in bed with Kerry the Bagel and Queenie (also known as Hairy the Beagle and Weinie his comical sidekick as pronounced by Jayke's adorable niece Khloey), finishing off another great Elin Hilderbrand novel and swigging down black coffee from my old navy insulated mug who's design is slightly wrinkled because someone, and I'm not going to mention any names, put it in the dishwasher even though it is notably not dishwasher safe.
Isn't this just what rainy Sunday's should be for? I "slept in" until 7:30... clearly a sign that I'm getting older. Won't be long and I'll be eating prunes while I wait for the gas station to open so I can get my Sunday paper. Probably bitching about hip pain and wondering why people just aren't on time these days.
I long to be that cool old lady. The one with the long gray braid driving a vintage convertible VW bug. The one who still remembers what it was like to be young. The one who is confident that the world isn't really going to hell in a hand-basket.
I was listening to a podcast one day while I was walking that said that you have 5 people. These are the 5 people in your life that you spend the most time with. These five people can make all the difference in how enjoyable your life is. If they are positive you are more likely to be positive as well as negative. If they look at things a certain way over time you are likely to look at things in the same light. I started thinking, "who are my five people?" Are they bettering me? Am I bettering them? The answer was yes. We have so many influences in our lives. My mom always said that choosing the right person to marry could be a deciding factor in how happy your life would be.
My mom worked as the school librarian. But she was more like a mom and a friend to every high school kid at my school. There were many days when I would tell my friends, "I don't know. Let's go ask my mom." My mom held tissues for many of my friends when they thought they would never get past high school dramas. My mom made kids laugh and unite on different levels even though they were part of completely different crowds. She discussed music, books, celebrities, the future the past and anything that they wanted to open up about. She drug the old box TV in the library on 9/11 and watched the destruction happening with the kids. She made a mark. These "kids" who are not kids anymore still find me all the time and ask me how my mom is doing. They tell me that she got them into reading, that she made them laugh, that she listened to them when no one else would. Was I ever jealous or tired of sharing? Nope. Because I was the lucky one who had someone to listen to me all the time. Not just between the hours of 8 and 3.
These five people that you have could be anyone. You can choose who yours are that's the great part.
My friend Molly is not in the five because I don't get to see her enough to say I spend enough time with her. She is a busy lady running a Coffeehouse and making me so proud all the time. She is indefinitely one of the most positive people I know. After I spend a day with Molly I look at everything with more appreciation. She is one of the most appreciative people and it rubs off. She has this non-cheesy way of always seeing the good in things. Some people are fake Molly is not. She is the real McCoy. She's like a character in a novel that you love but she really exists. We have been best friends since 1st grade and we have had our ups and downs as any friendship does. Starting with her anger at me for cutting off my long hair that matched her long hair before second grade and ending with adult battles over things that looking back were so stupid I can't believe we were dumb enough to be mad about them. For the last several years we have learned to lean on eachother, to share our problems and not try to be perfect and happy if we really aren't. It has made a better bond than ever. There really is nothing I can't tell her and vice-versa.
On the 11th of June it will be two things. My Mom's birthday and two years to the day I moved out of my beautiful cape cod home and into my ancient shop to separate from my ex-husband. One of the biggest lessons I learned in this journey is that the people who truly love you only want to see you happy. Did my leaving make life any easier for my mom or molly? Hell no. By having my back they had people turn their backs to them. For this I will be forever indebted. There are people in your life that will stand behind you no matter what decisions you make, no matter how far you fall, no matter how deep you hurt. I am so very fortunate to have many of these. And once I made my leap good things started to happen. I realized that I wasn't a complete failure for leaving my marriage I was only trying to be true to myself. I knew what I wanted and for years I thought I had it. I had a gorgeous house, a happy husband, a healthy son and a lonely heart. I saw other couples out biking, camping, holding hands, arguing over paint colors, doing home improvement projects together, running side by side, and I was consumed with jealousy. I wanted that. I needed that. I realized that I had sold myself short. I had everything I wanted except someone to enjoy it with. I think I broke his heart and I can't help but feel sad about that. I asked time and time again to spend more time together and the promises were always broken. That's when I realized I was wasting time. We only have so much time in this life to love someone else. If I wasted my days alone when what I wanted was to be half of a whole I was only cheating myself.
Two years ago I packed up my heart and moved on.
I've met someone new now. Someone who argues with me daily, someone who never leaves without saying I love you. Someone who bought a kayak after his first outing just to be by my side. He's someone who listens to me rant, laughs at me when I pull my pajama pants way up and walk around like a dork. He goes on bike rides with me, we have campfires together. I am sharing my life, he is sharing his. It is scary and wonderful.
Turns out I might just have someone next to me someday when I get up early to get the paper (and some prunes) in my VW. :) ..................Not even kidding.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Today I did something that I haven't done since I was 19 (no mom I did not get another tattoo on my toe:).
Today I got out of bed grabbed by ipod, my book and my messenger bag and hopped on my bike. I rode all the way to Moose Lake in the morning sunshine on the lovely Willard Munger Trail. I threw on some tunes from my boy Jack Johnson (who still doesn't respond to my requests of marriage) and set off on the trail on my pink cruiser bike that was spray painted by yours truly.
I have been running to train for the Grandma's Half Marathon but I was ready to switch it up today. My route was about 18 miles. I toodled my way into Moose Lake and then realized how famished I was. I headed into market place and came out with some fresh fruit, some bagels, and a SOBE beverage. As many of you know I stand behind my latest diet of beef sticks, almonds and string cheese however occasionally one must falter. I grabbed my goodies and headed back to my favorite bench near the river. It is a great spot because it looks out on a grand opening of the water and today as luck would have it there were a couple of good looking mallards hanging out. As luck wouldn't have it some fella had the nerve to p ark his behinder on my bench. So I had to pretend to be a photographer who stopped for a drink until he was either A) Done with his rest or B) Creeped out by me the potential homeless chick carrying a bag of groceries on her bike. Needless to say he moved on and I parked myself and my breakfast on "my bench" which to be honest has seen her better days. A large portion on one side is missing and it has all sorts of stuff carved in it. So basically we're made for each other.
This is the same bench that I biked to and rollerbladed to in the past. I started thinking why it had been so long since I had done this. Well there were many reasons. Work, my son, many projects that could be worked on. It made me think that the things that we enjoy at 19 are the same things we really enjoy at 29 but we stop prioritizing them. They become those things that you think "oh yeah I should do that again" or you see someone else doing that and you bitterly think "must be nice to be them". Why is it that we stop saying yes to things we want to do and start saying yes to things we don't want to do. Guilt, perhaps? And what do we achieve by doing this... resentment.
I have met some really amazing people doing what I do. Honestly there are some of them that I look at my book for the day and I think "YES!" because I know that we will have awesome conversations about real things and we will laugh and sometimes cry but always will find comfort in sharing our lives. Many of them "Get It". They might not get to do what they want when they want all the time but they have realized that they have the power to choose how happy they are.
I realize that I am an adult. I have a business to run. I have a house to clean, a yard to mow, a son to raise but that doesn't mean I can't find ways to have some peaceful me time. Today that was what it was about. And in doing so I feel that the other avenues of my life benefit.
So today I leave you with an excerpt from something that my brother had laminated in his belongings when we were going through his stuff we found and it has become a bit of a mantra... not even kidding. So enjoy:
"One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast... a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forrest, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, run the rivers, breathe deep of that sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for awhile and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk bound people with their hearts in a safety deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards."
Today I got out of bed grabbed by ipod, my book and my messenger bag and hopped on my bike. I rode all the way to Moose Lake in the morning sunshine on the lovely Willard Munger Trail. I threw on some tunes from my boy Jack Johnson (who still doesn't respond to my requests of marriage) and set off on the trail on my pink cruiser bike that was spray painted by yours truly.
I have been running to train for the Grandma's Half Marathon but I was ready to switch it up today. My route was about 18 miles. I toodled my way into Moose Lake and then realized how famished I was. I headed into market place and came out with some fresh fruit, some bagels, and a SOBE beverage. As many of you know I stand behind my latest diet of beef sticks, almonds and string cheese however occasionally one must falter. I grabbed my goodies and headed back to my favorite bench near the river. It is a great spot because it looks out on a grand opening of the water and today as luck would have it there were a couple of good looking mallards hanging out. As luck wouldn't have it some fella had the nerve to p ark his behinder on my bench. So I had to pretend to be a photographer who stopped for a drink until he was either A) Done with his rest or B) Creeped out by me the potential homeless chick carrying a bag of groceries on her bike. Needless to say he moved on and I parked myself and my breakfast on "my bench" which to be honest has seen her better days. A large portion on one side is missing and it has all sorts of stuff carved in it. So basically we're made for each other.
This is the same bench that I biked to and rollerbladed to in the past. I started thinking why it had been so long since I had done this. Well there were many reasons. Work, my son, many projects that could be worked on. It made me think that the things that we enjoy at 19 are the same things we really enjoy at 29 but we stop prioritizing them. They become those things that you think "oh yeah I should do that again" or you see someone else doing that and you bitterly think "must be nice to be them". Why is it that we stop saying yes to things we want to do and start saying yes to things we don't want to do. Guilt, perhaps? And what do we achieve by doing this... resentment.
I have met some really amazing people doing what I do. Honestly there are some of them that I look at my book for the day and I think "YES!" because I know that we will have awesome conversations about real things and we will laugh and sometimes cry but always will find comfort in sharing our lives. Many of them "Get It". They might not get to do what they want when they want all the time but they have realized that they have the power to choose how happy they are.
I realize that I am an adult. I have a business to run. I have a house to clean, a yard to mow, a son to raise but that doesn't mean I can't find ways to have some peaceful me time. Today that was what it was about. And in doing so I feel that the other avenues of my life benefit.
So today I leave you with an excerpt from something that my brother had laminated in his belongings when we were going through his stuff we found and it has become a bit of a mantra... not even kidding. So enjoy:
"One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast... a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forrest, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, run the rivers, breathe deep of that sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for awhile and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk bound people with their hearts in a safety deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards."
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Peace Rockin' in the Glamper
The title of this is Peace Rockin' in the Glamper for two important reasons. Number one my brother used to come into my room all the time and look around at the fairy lights and the zodiac charts and the incense and shrug his shoulders and say "God, you are SUCH a peace-rocker". Not sure if that was good or not. My room was often a highlight of the home tour for our household. I had tourquoise walls, furniture with poetry painted on it, enough clear lights to outdo the Christmas Display at Menards, a poster of Melissa Etheridge (that I got as a gift from a friend and later realized all through high school it probably made me look like I was playing for the other team), more candles than Yankee, Cranberries music playing but occasionally letting Alanis Morrisette sneak in with a few angry lyrics, dried roses hung from the ceiling... are you getting a visual now? It was like entering Narnia. I loved it and I am amazed how much my parents let my creative energy fly even if it was a fire hazard.
Secondly this whole "glamper" terminology created solely by my mother to state how glamorous our old camper was has taken on a new life this week. I am happy to report that my renovations of the Peace Rockin' Glamper are nearly complete! Now I can be released into the dollar store to get the accessories!
The plan started out without a plan really. I went over to my parents one day to clean the camper and come up with a plan. Now mind you upon arrival in my Jeep I had no receiver hitch so I was probably was not taking this shaggin' wagon home. My Dad who was more than willing to have it removed from his field STAT went directly to the shed and appeared with a receiver hitch from an old truck they didn't have anymore. Before my very eyes he scrambled underneath the Jeep and began cranking away..... I returned home with not only a Glamper but a 1971 16 foot Model Grand Prix Lowliner. How do you like those apples?
Since I don't believe in any grass growth under the toes I took strait to my renovations. (and when I say renovations I mean paint paint and more paint and then sticky tiles and some light sewing and a dash of Pine Sol). Badda bing badda bamm badda boom the glamper is becoming a pretty sweet ride... except that you really aren't legally supposed to ride in them while you're moving but you smell what I'm steppin' in right?
I ordered the fabric for the curtains tonight and I can't wait to take it on the Maiden Voyage! I am even such a cool cat that I listened to the pandora station "road trippin' radio" the whole time (for inspirational purposes).
One of my final steps is this: My parents had this camper for about 15 years. Before this lovely beast came into our lives it was the product of Betty and Jack LaRock. Betty was a grandma at my school when I was in elementary and my mom used to take me to her and Jack's house all the time when I was a kid. I loved their house. They had homemade toys I had never seen before and cool things everywhere you looked. They are now in an assisted living facility together. Betty and Jack are cool people. They did all sorts of decorating when they had the camper too. So my plan is to make them a scrapbook of the restoration and send it to them with before and after photos. I think they might enjoy the fact that their camper is still out cruisin' the highways and checkin' out state parks. Not even kidding.
Also on a side note, not even kidding, I might drop kick my computer and my camera out into the yard because for the love of cheese I can't seem to upload a gall dang picture (or 24) of what I have been working on and trying to show you GRRR ... keep posted I may be reporting back (hopefully with images and not without electronic devices that no longer work due to said "drop-kick".)
Secondly this whole "glamper" terminology created solely by my mother to state how glamorous our old camper was has taken on a new life this week. I am happy to report that my renovations of the Peace Rockin' Glamper are nearly complete! Now I can be released into the dollar store to get the accessories!
The plan started out without a plan really. I went over to my parents one day to clean the camper and come up with a plan. Now mind you upon arrival in my Jeep I had no receiver hitch so I was probably was not taking this shaggin' wagon home. My Dad who was more than willing to have it removed from his field STAT went directly to the shed and appeared with a receiver hitch from an old truck they didn't have anymore. Before my very eyes he scrambled underneath the Jeep and began cranking away..... I returned home with not only a Glamper but a 1971 16 foot Model Grand Prix Lowliner. How do you like those apples?
Since I don't believe in any grass growth under the toes I took strait to my renovations. (and when I say renovations I mean paint paint and more paint and then sticky tiles and some light sewing and a dash of Pine Sol). Badda bing badda bamm badda boom the glamper is becoming a pretty sweet ride... except that you really aren't legally supposed to ride in them while you're moving but you smell what I'm steppin' in right?
I ordered the fabric for the curtains tonight and I can't wait to take it on the Maiden Voyage! I am even such a cool cat that I listened to the pandora station "road trippin' radio" the whole time (for inspirational purposes).
One of my final steps is this: My parents had this camper for about 15 years. Before this lovely beast came into our lives it was the product of Betty and Jack LaRock. Betty was a grandma at my school when I was in elementary and my mom used to take me to her and Jack's house all the time when I was a kid. I loved their house. They had homemade toys I had never seen before and cool things everywhere you looked. They are now in an assisted living facility together. Betty and Jack are cool people. They did all sorts of decorating when they had the camper too. So my plan is to make them a scrapbook of the restoration and send it to them with before and after photos. I think they might enjoy the fact that their camper is still out cruisin' the highways and checkin' out state parks. Not even kidding.
Also on a side note, not even kidding, I might drop kick my computer and my camera out into the yard because for the love of cheese I can't seem to upload a gall dang picture (or 24) of what I have been working on and trying to show you GRRR ... keep posted I may be reporting back (hopefully with images and not without electronic devices that no longer work due to said "drop-kick".)
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The best thing I have going.
So obviously I have been completely slacking on my posts. Which should come as no surprise as I haven't written in my journal for a coon's age. Which some would say is a good sign because often times if you see me writing in that I am most likely bitching incessantly about someone or something. Which is why they are fun to read and can only be published if I kick the can or all names are changed!!
I have the luck of having a four year old. He is spunky and dramatic (no idea where that comes from). He is hilarious and kind. Last weekend (and by that I mean thursday-monday we are lucky enough to have really long weekends together) we went outside and hardly came back in. We went four-wheeling, we camped out, we shopped, we went to church, we went out to eat, we walked, we played, we loved.
Sunday night he was in the bathtub and I was sitting on the toilet talking to him and I am not sure what brought it up but he said something about if he died. I said "don't do that because then Mom wouldn't have anything to live for" he says "yeah but you'd have Jayke and beagle" I said "but I wouldn't have you and then I wouldn't be me"
After sobbing my way through my mom's blog today it makes me think how she is the most amazing woman I know. She did go into a dark cave when my brother passed away but she has found her way out. That takes courage and strength. Not a lot of people could fight their way out of that.
I got pregnant with Nolan about five months after Mike's accident. I didn't know what I was having and I didn't want to know. He has been the best thing that ever happened to me. I watch him go about his life and there isn't a single day that goes by that I don't think or say," I wish mike could be here to see you". or "God Mike would have gotten such a kick out of you." Maybe he can, maybe he does I sure hope so. But I know one thing; I can and I do and I love.
Not even kidding.
I have the luck of having a four year old. He is spunky and dramatic (no idea where that comes from). He is hilarious and kind. Last weekend (and by that I mean thursday-monday we are lucky enough to have really long weekends together) we went outside and hardly came back in. We went four-wheeling, we camped out, we shopped, we went to church, we went out to eat, we walked, we played, we loved.
Sunday night he was in the bathtub and I was sitting on the toilet talking to him and I am not sure what brought it up but he said something about if he died. I said "don't do that because then Mom wouldn't have anything to live for" he says "yeah but you'd have Jayke and beagle" I said "but I wouldn't have you and then I wouldn't be me"
After sobbing my way through my mom's blog today it makes me think how she is the most amazing woman I know. She did go into a dark cave when my brother passed away but she has found her way out. That takes courage and strength. Not a lot of people could fight their way out of that.
I got pregnant with Nolan about five months after Mike's accident. I didn't know what I was having and I didn't want to know. He has been the best thing that ever happened to me. I watch him go about his life and there isn't a single day that goes by that I don't think or say," I wish mike could be here to see you". or "God Mike would have gotten such a kick out of you." Maybe he can, maybe he does I sure hope so. But I know one thing; I can and I do and I love.
Not even kidding.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Folgers and other follies
So I realize Folger's went to the Aroma Seal Can for a reason but I am sad to say it clearly isn't secure enough for me. I have been on a fairly clumsy role for let's see... oh my whole LIFE!! Today just takes the coffeecake. I was daydreaming about a business adventure with my sister (which she knows nothing about so keep it quiet) and walking across my shop with my economy size coffee can when it somehow slipped right out of my hand and went crashing to the floor leaving a black mountain of coffee grounds on a not-so-perfectly clean floor. DAMMIT!
For a person of less regular clumsiness this would probably not grind their gears as much as it did me. However since just Sunday I knocked over an entire canister of salt in the kitchen. I know what you're thinking and it simply isn't possible to cut salt and coffee out of my regimen besides I would find a way to spill even the healthiest granola... oh wait I probably have.
I think I know exactly where this streak started. Our yard is slightly covered in ice. The other day I was be-bopping out to my car probably singing some Taylor Swift outloud when I traveled accross a trechorous island of ice. Thus sending me into a break-dance I never knew I had. I caught myself and had a good chuckle and went about my day. However this one lucky break may have been the tip of the iceburg as far as follies were concerned.
Yesterday of course couldn't go without some minor mishap. Nolan and I went to the library, then Joe Jitter's for lunch and then to the rink for a little ice skating. At Joe jitters, the shoppers that we are, he managed to find a dinosaur book in the back and I found a dry erase, magnetic desk top thing. After a round of ice skating I climbed in the back seat to help him with his seat belt when I heard a gentle crunch. Oh yes the sound of my not-so-delicate ass crushing my new amazing desktop. Son-of-A!
Fear not! I will not let you lie awake worrying that I had to chuck my purchase. Everyone knows that with the right amount of packing tape (or hot glue in some cases) I can fix anything!!
Well I must go. I'm sure there is something around the house awaiting a break or a spill! Not even kidding.
Maybe next time I can tell you how I successfully dropped a gallon of paint down a staircase. It's mind boggling. :)
For a person of less regular clumsiness this would probably not grind their gears as much as it did me. However since just Sunday I knocked over an entire canister of salt in the kitchen. I know what you're thinking and it simply isn't possible to cut salt and coffee out of my regimen besides I would find a way to spill even the healthiest granola... oh wait I probably have.
I think I know exactly where this streak started. Our yard is slightly covered in ice. The other day I was be-bopping out to my car probably singing some Taylor Swift outloud when I traveled accross a trechorous island of ice. Thus sending me into a break-dance I never knew I had. I caught myself and had a good chuckle and went about my day. However this one lucky break may have been the tip of the iceburg as far as follies were concerned.
Yesterday of course couldn't go without some minor mishap. Nolan and I went to the library, then Joe Jitter's for lunch and then to the rink for a little ice skating. At Joe jitters, the shoppers that we are, he managed to find a dinosaur book in the back and I found a dry erase, magnetic desk top thing. After a round of ice skating I climbed in the back seat to help him with his seat belt when I heard a gentle crunch. Oh yes the sound of my not-so-delicate ass crushing my new amazing desktop. Son-of-A!
Fear not! I will not let you lie awake worrying that I had to chuck my purchase. Everyone knows that with the right amount of packing tape (or hot glue in some cases) I can fix anything!!
Well I must go. I'm sure there is something around the house awaiting a break or a spill! Not even kidding.
Maybe next time I can tell you how I successfully dropped a gallon of paint down a staircase. It's mind boggling. :)
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Health Kick? Or just kickin' ass?
So as usual I am about a day late and a dollar short. Everyone read The Help and then a month later I read it and was continually chattering about it. My guess is is their thoughts were... "um yeah where were you a month ago?" So my second late arrival bandwagon idea is .... brace yourself.... getting fit? No I did not say fat. Although that may have been part of the inspiration. :) I bartered with one of my lovely customers and found myself with a treadmill. The first week I started off walking at what I thought was an incredible rate. The next day.. completely sore. Sheesh I guess it was time! Now I'm up to running and yesterday I ran 3 miles!! Whoo hoo! The secret to success for me is the rediculous music I listen to when I run (or self-help audiobooks that are too embarassing to discuss). That's right on a regular day my music selection is peaceful. I like Corrine Bailey Ray, Bob Marley, Norah Jones, Ingrid Michaelson ect... however when I am out kickin' ass I need more. That is when I unleash my good friends Eminem, Limp Biscuit, and Rob Zombie. I mean you just can't kick ass to harp music.
Which made me think about music and how you need different flavors for different times. People that listen to the same genre 24/7 are simply missin' out. People always think I am kidding when I tell them that before christmas I listen to christmas music all day and then I need to cleanse the pallet at the end of the day with Metallica. Ana and I always wondered why metallica could get away with putting an "oh" at the end of regular words... such as whiskey in the Jar..oh. She could take a Kenney Chesey song and turn it into a metallica song just by adding an "oh". It is comical and entertaining to say the least.
Last fall I joined a line dancing group. After claiming I wanted to for such a long time one night I just got up the gusto and showed up. It has been one of the most fun things I have ever joined. Last tuesday we danced for three hours. We have been trying songs to different dances and this week I insisted we do one of our dances to lose control my missy elliott it was fabulous! It's exercise without the boring part. I'm still a beginner and at times I put myself on a time out and go sit back at the table because I don't always catch on to certain dances right away. (I claim it is because I am left handed and they are right foot dances.. however it could just be a white-girl-can't-dance situation.) For the most part however it is a blast.
The other part of this glorious health kick is that I've decided to get back into vitamins. I did a little internet research and discussed it with my health contious best-friend Molly and now am trying dilligently to choke down those horrible things every day.
So I know it's February and most people get fit in January but I guess as with all things I am dancing to my own beat.
So I'll be out kickin' ass to old rap songs and throwing back vitamins until next time!
Which made me think about music and how you need different flavors for different times. People that listen to the same genre 24/7 are simply missin' out. People always think I am kidding when I tell them that before christmas I listen to christmas music all day and then I need to cleanse the pallet at the end of the day with Metallica. Ana and I always wondered why metallica could get away with putting an "oh" at the end of regular words... such as whiskey in the Jar..oh. She could take a Kenney Chesey song and turn it into a metallica song just by adding an "oh". It is comical and entertaining to say the least.
Last fall I joined a line dancing group. After claiming I wanted to for such a long time one night I just got up the gusto and showed up. It has been one of the most fun things I have ever joined. Last tuesday we danced for three hours. We have been trying songs to different dances and this week I insisted we do one of our dances to lose control my missy elliott it was fabulous! It's exercise without the boring part. I'm still a beginner and at times I put myself on a time out and go sit back at the table because I don't always catch on to certain dances right away. (I claim it is because I am left handed and they are right foot dances.. however it could just be a white-girl-can't-dance situation.) For the most part however it is a blast.
The other part of this glorious health kick is that I've decided to get back into vitamins. I did a little internet research and discussed it with my health contious best-friend Molly and now am trying dilligently to choke down those horrible things every day.
So I know it's February and most people get fit in January but I guess as with all things I am dancing to my own beat.
So I'll be out kickin' ass to old rap songs and throwing back vitamins until next time!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
My First Wild Game
So I started that as a title and then thought to myself... that sounds a little dirty. So of course it must stay! Last night Jayke and I headed to the MN Wild game in St. Paul. I don't follow hockey or sports in general but he likes it and so I got him tickets and a hotel stay for what I started referring to as his "Birthday Spectacular". We headed down around noon and decided to stop at Tanger Outlet to do some bumming. I did the classic loser move and read a clearance sign wrong in bath and body works and had to walk away from my entire purchase which was extra silly since I spent a half an hour sniffing every collection until I settled on my keepers. Smooth Heidi.
Upon arriving at our hotel we decided to find a liquor store nearby so we had some beverages to take with us to the hot tub. This little jaunt found us at some random chinese restuarant bar that we peeked in and realized "Nope this ain't it". After a cocktail and a swim we headed to Cassetta's where I was reccomended by one of my customers to go. She was right the pizza was amazing!
At game time we headed to excel and found ourselves in the collectible shop. Note that Jayke and I should never be released into a place like that because we came out of there with hockey sticks for the boys, t-shirts for the boys, a t-shirt for me and a giant claw. I felt like Jim Carey in Dumb and Dumber when he goes to get the "essentials" with the last of their money.
So we watched the game I made friends with the two 8year olds I was sitting next too and they gladly mowed down the rest of my popcorn when I was full. I even told who I thought were their parents how cute they were. Only to find out that wasn't their parents. Whoopsies. Apparently the parents were in the row behind us.
Now I may not be a hockey expert... clearly not since I was waiting for a fourth period. But I know me my "Wally the beerman" when I see him. And yes I got a picture and an autograph.
After the game we headed to the "cop bar". Where the bartenders wear less than the hooters girls and the beer flows like the salmon of cappostrona. Of course we made friends with 8 guys from Brainerd who drove their Winnebago down for the game. I will say that McGolden did bring out the Doctor Phil side and essentially my mouth was running rampant. Good times.
I was thinking that you might be a redneck if you have to move your winnebago every few hours to keep it from being towed however if we had a motorhome I could easily see us doing the same thing. Not even kidding. :)
Upon arriving at our hotel we decided to find a liquor store nearby so we had some beverages to take with us to the hot tub. This little jaunt found us at some random chinese restuarant bar that we peeked in and realized "Nope this ain't it". After a cocktail and a swim we headed to Cassetta's where I was reccomended by one of my customers to go. She was right the pizza was amazing!
At game time we headed to excel and found ourselves in the collectible shop. Note that Jayke and I should never be released into a place like that because we came out of there with hockey sticks for the boys, t-shirts for the boys, a t-shirt for me and a giant claw. I felt like Jim Carey in Dumb and Dumber when he goes to get the "essentials" with the last of their money.
So we watched the game I made friends with the two 8year olds I was sitting next too and they gladly mowed down the rest of my popcorn when I was full. I even told who I thought were their parents how cute they were. Only to find out that wasn't their parents. Whoopsies. Apparently the parents were in the row behind us.
Now I may not be a hockey expert... clearly not since I was waiting for a fourth period. But I know me my "Wally the beerman" when I see him. And yes I got a picture and an autograph.
After the game we headed to the "cop bar". Where the bartenders wear less than the hooters girls and the beer flows like the salmon of cappostrona. Of course we made friends with 8 guys from Brainerd who drove their Winnebago down for the game. I will say that McGolden did bring out the Doctor Phil side and essentially my mouth was running rampant. Good times.
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