Hi,
Don't have much to say...
It's January 21st... just about time for spring fever to set in. I am the kind of person who gets spring fever just after new years and am a crab about the weather until May.
I should move to a warmer climate. Somewhere with a beach... sand, water, 90 degrees, and a light breeze. Ahhhhh Perfect
Yes... 90, not 75 or 80 but 85-90. Some like it hot. I like it hot.
Not January. Not the middle of the middle of the US in January.
At least I don't live in Fairbanks Alaska.
The end.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Goals: To Do List
I don't know why in January I have so much to do. I feel like I am working so hard at both of my jobs... and I get nothing on my to do list done. Well, I guess that I get things done, but I really want to completely get everything on the list done.
One thing on my to do list is to get back in shape, and I know that this will take a little while since I have been a slacker for about 3 cold outside months now. Husband and I started working out again last week, and we are going strong on our second week. My old ankle injury is flaring, so that is the pits but other than that I am doing alright. I had some extra inspiration yesterday. I got to see one of the ladies who started working out the same time I did at the Y in the fall of 2007 when Room Mate and I got memberships. Since then I promise you it looks like she is half of the person that she was. In a good way... not in a "her soul is melting away" way. I envy her ability to slim... I can not slim. My body won't do it. I can tone, but not slim. Sadness.
Anyway... she inspired me to tone again. Perhaps I can tone, choose next season's choral music, program and choriograph three school programs, finally get the Christmas laundry done, write another grant, finish my lesson plans, and not stress, perhaps the list is achievable.
Heaven only knows.
One thing on my to do list is to get back in shape, and I know that this will take a little while since I have been a slacker for about 3 cold outside months now. Husband and I started working out again last week, and we are going strong on our second week. My old ankle injury is flaring, so that is the pits but other than that I am doing alright. I had some extra inspiration yesterday. I got to see one of the ladies who started working out the same time I did at the Y in the fall of 2007 when Room Mate and I got memberships. Since then I promise you it looks like she is half of the person that she was. In a good way... not in a "her soul is melting away" way. I envy her ability to slim... I can not slim. My body won't do it. I can tone, but not slim. Sadness.
Anyway... she inspired me to tone again. Perhaps I can tone, choose next season's choral music, program and choriograph three school programs, finally get the Christmas laundry done, write another grant, finish my lesson plans, and not stress, perhaps the list is achievable.
Heaven only knows.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Crookshanks
So...
This happened to me a long time ago, but I just remembered it so I thought I would tell the story.
The night of the 22nd of December I was in W. to see friends. We ate a lovely pre-Christmas dinner of Cornish Hens, which I helped skin and get ready to cook. It was quite the job, but it was fun. Anyway... I stayed in W till late and then drove back to my home town to sleep for an hour before driving back half way to W to get my Grandparents from the train.
Dad and I set down for a short winter's nap before we left... during which I kept listening to him stop breathing while sleeping. He needs to get that checked. Anyway... then we woke up and set off for the train station. We got there early and got doughnuts and tried to play the spoons game that LT taught me in college. Sadly enough the doughnut shop changed their caliber of spoon, so it did not work.
We got to the train station at about 3:00 AM. (yes, am) and waited. There was a great assortment of people waiting for the west bound train. One person in particular intrigued me. He was tall with a big build. He wore business clothes that looked some what old fashioned and a cap like Professor Doug and all old man golfers wear.
The train pulled in to load and the private cars boarded first. "Crookshanks... Mr. Crookshanks" the train man called out. And forward stepped the gentleman I had been observing. He silently smiled at the man who took his one bag and boarded the train.
If Hermione's cat came to life I wouldn't have expected him to look like this guy. But now, every time I hear or read about Crookshanks the cat, I will remember that man who got on the train station the night we picked up my grand parents.
BONUS!!! Holy this is funny... Just You Tube anything on Hermoine and you get all of these little teen made videos about her being in love with the actor who plays Harry Potter... SO FUNNY!!!
This happened to me a long time ago, but I just remembered it so I thought I would tell the story.
The night of the 22nd of December I was in W. to see friends. We ate a lovely pre-Christmas dinner of Cornish Hens, which I helped skin and get ready to cook. It was quite the job, but it was fun. Anyway... I stayed in W till late and then drove back to my home town to sleep for an hour before driving back half way to W to get my Grandparents from the train.
Dad and I set down for a short winter's nap before we left... during which I kept listening to him stop breathing while sleeping. He needs to get that checked. Anyway... then we woke up and set off for the train station. We got there early and got doughnuts and tried to play the spoons game that LT taught me in college. Sadly enough the doughnut shop changed their caliber of spoon, so it did not work.
We got to the train station at about 3:00 AM. (yes, am) and waited. There was a great assortment of people waiting for the west bound train. One person in particular intrigued me. He was tall with a big build. He wore business clothes that looked some what old fashioned and a cap like Professor Doug and all old man golfers wear.
The train pulled in to load and the private cars boarded first. "Crookshanks... Mr. Crookshanks" the train man called out. And forward stepped the gentleman I had been observing. He silently smiled at the man who took his one bag and boarded the train.
If Hermione's cat came to life I wouldn't have expected him to look like this guy. But now, every time I hear or read about Crookshanks the cat, I will remember that man who got on the train station the night we picked up my grand parents.
BONUS!!! Holy this is funny... Just You Tube anything on Hermoine and you get all of these little teen made videos about her being in love with the actor who plays Harry Potter... SO FUNNY!!!
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Posting for the sake of posting
I hate to post for the sake of posting, and I didn't post at all over the holidays. I fully intended to post over the holidays, but instead I took the time to do the hobbies that I like to do that take a little extra time like, Crochet, Jewelery making, and Wrapping many gifts. I do have some stellar earrings and necklace on right now as proof of my vacation achievements.
My computer's connection is being wonky, so I won't write much... but I did do something cool on Sunday.
Husband and I went to W to a starving artist art show. It was an artist guild that was having a huge get rid of all of our practice paintings and the such sale. We needed art for our apartment and for Husband's new office so we bought art like God intended. (in bulk)
We got four paintings. Three for home and one for work. I like them a lot. I almost got taken out by a women with fake blond hair and a short temper when I looked at the painting that she had just set down. I thought... she set it down... she must not want it. Oh contrare mon frair (or however you spell that). She wanted her painting and she was willing to glare daggers at me to get it back.
I oopsed and then politely bowed out. I wanted to tell her to back off and go back to Kindergarten where kids learn that it's not ok to be rude.
All of the other people were pretty nice. I even saw a news paper man interviewing an eight year old boy about his art interests. He was super cute while talking about the perspective in paintings and his love for impressionists. (in not so many words)
All in all it was a successful venture into the world of art.
My computer's connection is being wonky, so I won't write much... but I did do something cool on Sunday.
Husband and I went to W to a starving artist art show. It was an artist guild that was having a huge get rid of all of our practice paintings and the such sale. We needed art for our apartment and for Husband's new office so we bought art like God intended. (in bulk)
We got four paintings. Three for home and one for work. I like them a lot. I almost got taken out by a women with fake blond hair and a short temper when I looked at the painting that she had just set down. I thought... she set it down... she must not want it. Oh contrare mon frair (or however you spell that). She wanted her painting and she was willing to glare daggers at me to get it back.
I oopsed and then politely bowed out. I wanted to tell her to back off and go back to Kindergarten where kids learn that it's not ok to be rude.
All of the other people were pretty nice. I even saw a news paper man interviewing an eight year old boy about his art interests. He was super cute while talking about the perspective in paintings and his love for impressionists. (in not so many words)
All in all it was a successful venture into the world of art.
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