My heart is heavy and I am sad. I found out last night that we lost another TRiO program in our state. Logically, I shouldn't be as sad as I am but...I am. So much sorrow, shock, and disappointment...
I think about the 1,200 students who may never step foot on a college campus. Students whose life choices may forever be altered because they didn't have the opportunity to hear "You can go to college. I'll help you get there." Students who may never have an opportunity to attend a college prep workshop, or receive information about financial aid, or receive instruction on the college application process.
1,200 students lost.
I think about the individuals that work in this program, individuals who have dedicated their lives to advocating for opportunity and education for all. Some of the most dedicated and passionate people I know. People who committed themselves to making a difference that went beyond simply fulfilling a job requirement...they put their whole heart into their program and their students. I cry when I think about how painful it must be to have something you care about so deeply ripped away from you.
I think about the leadership and guidance these individuals have contributed on a state and regional level. How much time and energy they put into developing and advancing our organizations. The leadership they provided... and the void that their departure will leave behind.
But mainly I am thinking about my friends. These are people who have always offered support, guidance, and direction. People who have helped me grow and inspired me to do better. People that I care about. And it kills me to know they are hurting.
This program was cut due to the current political climate and budget crises. Now more than ever it is important for anyone reading this to contact their U.S. legislators and President Obama's office and tell them it's important to increase funding for these programs. Here's why we need TRiO:
1. The federal TRiO programs provide educational opportunity services to over 841,000 students nation wide.
2. The educational choices made today impact the next generation. It's difficult to lead your children down a road you haven't walked yourself... only 20% of bachelor degree recipients had parents with an educational level of high school diploma or less. Most people that didn't go to college want to get their children there, they just don't know how. Upward Bound prepares these high school students and veterans for success in college.
3. Poor people are less likely to go to college. The enrollment rate for a low-income student is 29% lower than that of students above the low-income level. Without a college degree occupational choices are limited and earnings are less. Education becomes less of a priority when you're faced with having to sale plasma in order to pay rent.
4. To go to college you have to know where to find the money. 66% of all undergraduates receive some type of financial aid. Educational Talent Search prepares and assists 6th graders and up with applying for financial aid and college admission and Educational Opportunity Centers provide similar services to adults.
5. Simply getting them to college is not enough, we have to work to keep them there. According to the Oklahoma State Regents for Higher Education, the 2009 persistence rate of first-time freshmen in Oklahoma was only 65.7%. Student Support Services (that's me!) helps low-income, first-generation college students, and individuals with disabilities stay in school and earn a bachelors degree.
6. In order to change society we must break racial barriers - we can do this through education. And we desperately need to - only 9.8% of conferred bachelors degrees were awarded to African Americans. There is even less diversity on the graduate level - only 7.4% of masters degrees were awarded to this population. The percentages are lower for every other ethnic group with the exception of Caucasian. Lower for every other ethnic group - let that sink in.
7. While we boast about increases of enrollment for minority populations, take a look at the figures. Yes, it's an increase but it's an embarrassingly small one...from 1976 to 2009 the college enrollment rate for African Americans has increased from 9% to 14%, for Hispanic 3% to 12%, for Asian/Pacific Islander from 2% to 7%. That's it? Over 33 years and that's it?
8. To be competitive in a global market we will have to expand and strengthen the math of science skills of our future leaders. In 2004 only 13.7% of students entered college in a STEM field. Upward Bound Math/Science prepares high school students for college programs that lead to careers in math and science.
9. A person with bachelor degree is less likely to live in poverty or be incarcerated and is more likely to experience financial security and job satisfaction.
10. TRiO works!
*Unless otherwise noted, this information was obtained from the National Center For Education Statistics and represents the national outlook for the 2008-2009 academic year.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Work Out Update
Just finished 1.5 miles at a pace of 3.7 (and a couple of breaks at a pace of 3.4) with a half mile cool down.
Didn't run at all while I was in DC - didn't even take my workout clothes because I knew wouldn't do it. I've got a month to get to 3.5 miles at a pace fast enough that I won't completely embarrass myself...wish me luck, this is gonna be tough!
Didn't run at all while I was in DC - didn't even take my workout clothes because I knew wouldn't do it. I've got a month to get to 3.5 miles at a pace fast enough that I won't completely embarrass myself...wish me luck, this is gonna be tough!
Always An Adventure
Had a wonderful time at the conference. I got to hear interesting, motivating, and passionate speakers; learned some good information; and even met a few new people. And that's a big thing for me because I really stink at the whole meet and mingle thing...
So all went well. Until it was time to go home. And then it all went south.
I had prearranged shuttle service and my pick up was scheduled for 1:00. My flight left at 3:10 so I was already cutting it a little close. So I noticed a disclaimer on my shuttle receipt that said they allowed a 15 minute gap.
So after our final session I planted myself in the lobby to try to catch up on work. I was in the midst of finishing an email that I really needed to get out when I noticed it was about 20 minutes to 1:00. And I wanted to be there waiting at 12:45. So I’m in a panic to get this done before I have to go…I hit the send button and nothing happens. My session had timed out!
The hotel was generous enough to allow 1 hour blocks of internet access. You could get more than that, you just had to sign back in. And I had just hit the one hour mark. GRRRR!
Panicked that I was going to miss my shuttle I grab the laptop and my bag (which is about as big as me) and speed walk to the front of the hotel and finish the email standing – balancing the laptop with my arm and my stomach. The picture of professionalism, right? But at least I got my email out!
So I wait. And wait. No shuttle. So now it’s about 10 after 1:00 and I’m starting to get nervous. So I call the shuttle service and she says the shuttle came by at 1:05. What? I was standing right at the front door… She asked me if I was standing outside, to which I reply no, but I’m right inside the front door, watching all the vehicles that come through. And she says that if I wasn’t standing outside he may not have stopped because he wouldn’t know there was someone to pick up. What? Doesn’t he know that from my reservation? Plus, this is a huge conference – almost everyone is leaving and there have been a steady stream of people outside…so the shuttle should have stopped.
She tells me the next shuttle will come by around 1:35. As that sinks in I decide to step outside, just in case. And the lovely bellman starts to navigate me towards a taxi. No thanks, I’ve got a shuttle scheduled. A shuttle? he asks. The shuttles pick up on the other end of the hotel. THE OTHER END OF THE HOTEL? WHAT? That didn’t make me feel stupid or anything…
So I run, as fast as I can with all my luggage to the elevator, go down a level, and run again across the length of the hotel to this magical and mystical second entrance. And I see the shuttle! Save!
So I jump on. It’s 1:17. I can still make it! I think. Yeah, yeah, it will be fine – I’ll make it!
But we don’t go anywhere. We’re just sitting. We wait. And wait. And wait. The driver is sitting in the front seat, shuffling papers. They must have been really, really important papers because we don’t pull out until 1:37. One. Thirty. Seven.
Now I’m in a panic. In some cities you can get away with getting to the airport a little late but with DC you never know how long it’s going to take to get through that security line. And this was not the day to test it…
And then we stop to pick up someone else.
Oh. My. God. I am so missing my flight!
Unfortunately, she was in a panic too because our flights left at the same time…this is so not looking good for either one of us. And the driver certainly wasn’t in a rush to get us there. He had no concern whatsoever. He was probably thinking we were dumbasses for not being able to navigate the shuttle system…
When we do get to the airport, I jump out before the driver has even had time to put it in park. We’re not at the right airport terminal but I know I can walk myself down there faster than he can drive me. So I grab my luggage and run. Really run. Like full on sprint. In my wedges. I check in, drop my bags and do another sprint to the security line. People were staring. But I made it!
My flights were uneventful. I met a nice guy on business who was interested in the book I was reading. Actually, I don’t think he was that interested in the book – I think he was just a talker but when we landed I gave him the book anyway. It was funny because when he asked me where I was from I told him Oklahoma and he said “Yeah? I was in Austin with a buddy of mine not too long ago.” And then said something about Dallas. I know we both have red dirt, cowboys and twangy accents but I would like to think that he knew Texas and Oklahoma were different states.
I discovered at baggage claim that my bag was missing. My bag with all my favorite shoes! And some of my favorite jewelry, my contacts, my flat iron, and my makeup. Yikes! This is an important bag people! Fortunately, it was delivered today.
And just in time! I had to go to work really ugly today - no makeup, glasses, bad hair. And of course, our Lt. Governor was visiting campus today. Now, I would have talked to him ugly or not but I was glad I could at least put in my contacts before we had that conversation about the importance of our state leadership advocating for TRiO…
So all went well. Until it was time to go home. And then it all went south.
I had prearranged shuttle service and my pick up was scheduled for 1:00. My flight left at 3:10 so I was already cutting it a little close. So I noticed a disclaimer on my shuttle receipt that said they allowed a 15 minute gap.
So after our final session I planted myself in the lobby to try to catch up on work. I was in the midst of finishing an email that I really needed to get out when I noticed it was about 20 minutes to 1:00. And I wanted to be there waiting at 12:45. So I’m in a panic to get this done before I have to go…I hit the send button and nothing happens. My session had timed out!
The hotel was generous enough to allow 1 hour blocks of internet access. You could get more than that, you just had to sign back in. And I had just hit the one hour mark. GRRRR!
Panicked that I was going to miss my shuttle I grab the laptop and my bag (which is about as big as me) and speed walk to the front of the hotel and finish the email standing – balancing the laptop with my arm and my stomach. The picture of professionalism, right? But at least I got my email out!
So I wait. And wait. No shuttle. So now it’s about 10 after 1:00 and I’m starting to get nervous. So I call the shuttle service and she says the shuttle came by at 1:05. What? I was standing right at the front door… She asked me if I was standing outside, to which I reply no, but I’m right inside the front door, watching all the vehicles that come through. And she says that if I wasn’t standing outside he may not have stopped because he wouldn’t know there was someone to pick up. What? Doesn’t he know that from my reservation? Plus, this is a huge conference – almost everyone is leaving and there have been a steady stream of people outside…so the shuttle should have stopped.
She tells me the next shuttle will come by around 1:35. As that sinks in I decide to step outside, just in case. And the lovely bellman starts to navigate me towards a taxi. No thanks, I’ve got a shuttle scheduled. A shuttle? he asks. The shuttles pick up on the other end of the hotel. THE OTHER END OF THE HOTEL? WHAT? That didn’t make me feel stupid or anything…
So I run, as fast as I can with all my luggage to the elevator, go down a level, and run again across the length of the hotel to this magical and mystical second entrance. And I see the shuttle! Save!
So I jump on. It’s 1:17. I can still make it! I think. Yeah, yeah, it will be fine – I’ll make it!
But we don’t go anywhere. We’re just sitting. We wait. And wait. And wait. The driver is sitting in the front seat, shuffling papers. They must have been really, really important papers because we don’t pull out until 1:37. One. Thirty. Seven.
Now I’m in a panic. In some cities you can get away with getting to the airport a little late but with DC you never know how long it’s going to take to get through that security line. And this was not the day to test it…
And then we stop to pick up someone else.
Oh. My. God. I am so missing my flight!
Unfortunately, she was in a panic too because our flights left at the same time…this is so not looking good for either one of us. And the driver certainly wasn’t in a rush to get us there. He had no concern whatsoever. He was probably thinking we were dumbasses for not being able to navigate the shuttle system…
When we do get to the airport, I jump out before the driver has even had time to put it in park. We’re not at the right airport terminal but I know I can walk myself down there faster than he can drive me. So I grab my luggage and run. Really run. Like full on sprint. In my wedges. I check in, drop my bags and do another sprint to the security line. People were staring. But I made it!
My flights were uneventful. I met a nice guy on business who was interested in the book I was reading. Actually, I don’t think he was that interested in the book – I think he was just a talker but when we landed I gave him the book anyway. It was funny because when he asked me where I was from I told him Oklahoma and he said “Yeah? I was in Austin with a buddy of mine not too long ago.” And then said something about Dallas. I know we both have red dirt, cowboys and twangy accents but I would like to think that he knew Texas and Oklahoma were different states.
I discovered at baggage claim that my bag was missing. My bag with all my favorite shoes! And some of my favorite jewelry, my contacts, my flat iron, and my makeup. Yikes! This is an important bag people! Fortunately, it was delivered today.
And just in time! I had to go to work really ugly today - no makeup, glasses, bad hair. And of course, our Lt. Governor was visiting campus today. Now, I would have talked to him ugly or not but I was glad I could at least put in my contacts before we had that conversation about the importance of our state leadership advocating for TRiO…
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Knock Before You Walk
So far it's been a very productive conference. The thing about surrounding yourself with brilliant, dedicated, and innovative people is that you realize how much more you can and should be doing...and I'm looking around and realizing that it's gonna take a lot more to get my program where I want it. SO much work to do! But it's energizing and exciting to think about the possibilities.
I got walked in on by the cleaning lady this morning. Interesting that she did the knalk - this is when someone knocks AS they walk into a room. Which kinda defeats the whole purpose of knocking, don't you think?
Unfortunately, I was not dressed. Fortunately I was hid behind a wall. It could have been disastrous.
I had another knalk experience that almost ended as badly, if not worse. It was several years ago, when M was a baby, and I was breastfeeding. Which meant, for this working Mom, periodically connecting myself to an apparatus and milking myself throughout the day. Every bit as humiliating as it sounds.
And the machine, a fancy double pumper, made this horrible whoooosh, whooosh, whooosh sound which I was sure could be heard from outside my office. Which only increased the humiliation.
So I had the awkward conversation with my male, childless supervisor. Now, we happen to be dear friends, so it wasn't a typical supervisor/employee conversation. It went something like this: "I'm breastfeed-" at which point he held up his hand for me to quit talking and pretended to retch. "No, listen, I just want you to know that I'm going to be pumping whi-" Again interrupted by an even more dramatic gesture of him pretending to fall out of his seat while retching. "So when my door is closed and my blinds are shut that means that - " This time he covered his face with his hands and just said "Out. Out Amber Lou. Out."
And so we had reached an understanding.
I pumped so long that I actually discovered there was a lot that I could do while I was pumping. I used to prop the bottles against the desk so my hands would be free so I could type or answer emails - it was a very effective use of my time. Who says you can't be all things to all people all the time?
So one day I'm on the computer, working away, hooked up to my milk machine and my office phone rings. It was my supervisor. My hand was on the phone, I was about to pick up before I remembered what I was doing. And that the whooosh, whooosh, whooosh would surely give me away.
Then he called right back. That was his code for I Need You Right Now, No Matter What. And knowing how impatient he is I knew what his next step would be - to come to my office. And he was a knalker. Used to drive me crazy.
About 10 seconds later I hear a knock, hear the handle, hear a key, and the handle starts to turns. And I panic and yell, about as loud as I could, "No!". It had the potential to be one of the most mortifying experiences of my life. And probably one of the most traumatic for him... poor guy couldn't look me in the eye for the rest of the day.
When I didn't answer the phone he assumed I was out of the office at lunch.
And of course, because it ended the way it ended - with nothing happening - I thought it was extremely funny and took full advantage of every opportunity to give him a hard time about it.
So please, remember: knock, pause, then enter. Or bad, very bad, things could happen.
I got walked in on by the cleaning lady this morning. Interesting that she did the knalk - this is when someone knocks AS they walk into a room. Which kinda defeats the whole purpose of knocking, don't you think?
Unfortunately, I was not dressed. Fortunately I was hid behind a wall. It could have been disastrous.
I had another knalk experience that almost ended as badly, if not worse. It was several years ago, when M was a baby, and I was breastfeeding. Which meant, for this working Mom, periodically connecting myself to an apparatus and milking myself throughout the day. Every bit as humiliating as it sounds.
And the machine, a fancy double pumper, made this horrible whoooosh, whooosh, whooosh sound which I was sure could be heard from outside my office. Which only increased the humiliation.
So I had the awkward conversation with my male, childless supervisor. Now, we happen to be dear friends, so it wasn't a typical supervisor/employee conversation. It went something like this: "I'm breastfeed-" at which point he held up his hand for me to quit talking and pretended to retch. "No, listen, I just want you to know that I'm going to be pumping whi-" Again interrupted by an even more dramatic gesture of him pretending to fall out of his seat while retching. "So when my door is closed and my blinds are shut that means that - " This time he covered his face with his hands and just said "Out. Out Amber Lou. Out."
And so we had reached an understanding.
I pumped so long that I actually discovered there was a lot that I could do while I was pumping. I used to prop the bottles against the desk so my hands would be free so I could type or answer emails - it was a very effective use of my time. Who says you can't be all things to all people all the time?
So one day I'm on the computer, working away, hooked up to my milk machine and my office phone rings. It was my supervisor. My hand was on the phone, I was about to pick up before I remembered what I was doing. And that the whooosh, whooosh, whooosh would surely give me away.
Then he called right back. That was his code for I Need You Right Now, No Matter What. And knowing how impatient he is I knew what his next step would be - to come to my office. And he was a knalker. Used to drive me crazy.
About 10 seconds later I hear a knock, hear the handle, hear a key, and the handle starts to turns. And I panic and yell, about as loud as I could, "No!". It had the potential to be one of the most mortifying experiences of my life. And probably one of the most traumatic for him... poor guy couldn't look me in the eye for the rest of the day.
When I didn't answer the phone he assumed I was out of the office at lunch.
And of course, because it ended the way it ended - with nothing happening - I thought it was extremely funny and took full advantage of every opportunity to give him a hard time about it.
So please, remember: knock, pause, then enter. Or bad, very bad, things could happen.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Greetings From DC
In DC for a conference. Really excited about the conference - looks like it's going to be some great information! Not so excited about being away from my family...it's only a few days but I'll miss them. I left early this morning too so I didn't get to say goodbye. Not like I would have liked.
They did call me while I was at the airport once they all woke up but it's not the same as a sweet little hug and kiss. M told me it wasn't fair that I got to get on a plane and she didn't and she was very concerned about how I would get on the plane, since it was still dark outside. Once we boarded I took a picture of myself on the plane to send her. It was a little embarrassing, smiling like a dork and taking a picture of myself but I thought she would think it was cool. I also took a picture down the aisle of the cabin so she could see what the inside looked like. Also embarrassing. It's a good thing I don't have any pride.
Not super pumped about the location either. Don't get me wrong, I love DC, it's an amazing place. But I've been here for several other conferences and spent a summer doing an internship here...so there isn't a lot that's been unexplored. And I don't know many people attending and of those that I do know, most are heavily involved and won't have a lot of time to socialize.
I brought some work with me, thought this would be some perfect catch up time. But no wifi in the hotel rooms. Really, no wifi? That stinks! I can access it from the lobby but I don't think I'll be dragging myself out to the lobby for that...pretty sure none of these nice folks cares to see me all trashed out in my comfy clothes...
They did call me while I was at the airport once they all woke up but it's not the same as a sweet little hug and kiss. M told me it wasn't fair that I got to get on a plane and she didn't and she was very concerned about how I would get on the plane, since it was still dark outside. Once we boarded I took a picture of myself on the plane to send her. It was a little embarrassing, smiling like a dork and taking a picture of myself but I thought she would think it was cool. I also took a picture down the aisle of the cabin so she could see what the inside looked like. Also embarrassing. It's a good thing I don't have any pride.
Not super pumped about the location either. Don't get me wrong, I love DC, it's an amazing place. But I've been here for several other conferences and spent a summer doing an internship here...so there isn't a lot that's been unexplored. And I don't know many people attending and of those that I do know, most are heavily involved and won't have a lot of time to socialize.
I brought some work with me, thought this would be some perfect catch up time. But no wifi in the hotel rooms. Really, no wifi? That stinks! I can access it from the lobby but I don't think I'll be dragging myself out to the lobby for that...pretty sure none of these nice folks cares to see me all trashed out in my comfy clothes...
Friday, September 23, 2011
Some Advice
When your wife comes out modeling a new dress it may not be wise to tell her that it looks like she better not gain an ounce. This may elicit a violent reaction where she feels uncontrollably compelled to smack you upside the head.
Or she may run 1 mile at a pace of 3.7 with a half mile cool down.
It's up to you to decide if you want to chance it...
Or she may run 1 mile at a pace of 3.7 with a half mile cool down.
It's up to you to decide if you want to chance it...
List Bliss
A former boyfriend, who hadn't seen me in several months, once enthusiastically exclaimed "I like how fat you've gotten!" I swear, that is exactly what came out of his mouth.
And he was being completely genuine - he really did think I looked good. I guess he was what they call a chubby chaser, although I'm not sure that label fits considering the girls he cheated with were not chubby.
Either way - it was an experience that taught me that there is someone to appreciate every body type. And I appreciate mine...here's why I think it's good to be a chubby chick:
1. No one is shocked when you eat a piece of cake. And have ice cream.
2. You don't have to pretend like you don't eat on a first date.
3. You're easy to buy gifts for - people bring you food.
4. Protruding bones hurt.
5. You never have to worry about someone using you for your looks.
6. You get invited out a lot because your beautiful friends don't consider you competition.
7. It's nice to snuggle with a squishy person.
8. There really isn't any guilt in missing workouts - no one expected you to stay with it anyway.
9. No one at your class reunion will whisper in shock "Man, she's gotten fat!"
10. You can go to the beach and let it all hang out because you know that the only bodies getting scrutinized are the good ones.
11. You had to develop personality and skills because you couldn't rely on being "a pretty face".
12. There are certain activities where having hips comes in handy.
And he was being completely genuine - he really did think I looked good. I guess he was what they call a chubby chaser, although I'm not sure that label fits considering the girls he cheated with were not chubby.
Either way - it was an experience that taught me that there is someone to appreciate every body type. And I appreciate mine...here's why I think it's good to be a chubby chick:
1. No one is shocked when you eat a piece of cake. And have ice cream.
2. You don't have to pretend like you don't eat on a first date.
3. You're easy to buy gifts for - people bring you food.
4. Protruding bones hurt.
5. You never have to worry about someone using you for your looks.
6. You get invited out a lot because your beautiful friends don't consider you competition.
7. It's nice to snuggle with a squishy person.
8. There really isn't any guilt in missing workouts - no one expected you to stay with it anyway.
9. No one at your class reunion will whisper in shock "Man, she's gotten fat!"
10. You can go to the beach and let it all hang out because you know that the only bodies getting scrutinized are the good ones.
11. You had to develop personality and skills because you couldn't rely on being "a pretty face".
12. There are certain activities where having hips comes in handy.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Little Hen
I need to add something to my annoying list...actually, I need to add a few things. Several times I've done something and thought - oh, that's annoying, it should have made the list. Annoying Things About Me Part II coming soon. Stick around long enough and you'll probably get to see Part III too. I do love a good trilogy...
But I digress (see, another one for the list) ...I know I acknowledged that I can be loud, which is true. And annoying. But man, something that's even more annoying is that as loud as I am, my laugh is even louder. Like, disturbingly loud.
Today I was meeting with one of my favorite people and best friends - we were taking care of some business. And while we were enjoying each other's company, it wasn't like we were having a party. There was nothing beyond a normal level of noise. Except something was said that made me laugh and I swear, the windows shook a little.
I don't know...I have no volume control.
And honestly, unless you're Julia Roberts, there is nothing attractive about a laugh like that...she can pull it off but the rest of us just sound like...a cackling hen.
On the plus side, this is the second time I have seen a dear friend AND been gifted with popcorn! This makes me very, very happy. And a bit spoiled. I'm not as obsessed as I sound, really. There are lots of other things I like too -anything sweet, sugary or chocolate. I'm not hard to please. Popcorn or anything else - I just feel special to be thought of, in any way. My friends are awesome.
And for anyone that cares - I have NOT been avoiding the workouts. Not completely. I just hate saying the same thing in every post. How interesting is it to know I do the same exact workout every other day or that I almost died on the treadmill because my body can't keep up with what I think I can do in my mind?
I ran last night - one straight mile. No treadmill track. My pace was slower (3.5) but I was consistent with my speed throughout the run- with the exception of two 5 second breaks when I decreased the speed to 3.0. I think I probably get better cardio with the track but I want to try to run a 5K in November so I'm trying to get ready for that and I thought this would be better then the stairstep effect...I have no idea if that's true but I'm going with it. So I was slow but my plan is to gradually increase my speed and my distance.
We'll see... either way, I'm running in November. I was out of shape last time and I got through it. I knew it was going to be bad when I showed up and realized I was the fattest one there. That's never a good thing. And I only had a few hours sleep. It was not pretty.
I'm sure I'll still be out of shape in November but I'm going to make sure I actually go to bed this time. So no matter what, I'll be in a better position than I was last time, right?
I'm off to get in some strength training before bed. I've got to keep with it because the shoes I like to wear require that I be a tad bit lighter than I am. I swear, I could hear the stilettos I wore today cry out a little with each step...
But I digress (see, another one for the list) ...I know I acknowledged that I can be loud, which is true. And annoying. But man, something that's even more annoying is that as loud as I am, my laugh is even louder. Like, disturbingly loud.
Today I was meeting with one of my favorite people and best friends - we were taking care of some business. And while we were enjoying each other's company, it wasn't like we were having a party. There was nothing beyond a normal level of noise. Except something was said that made me laugh and I swear, the windows shook a little.
I don't know...I have no volume control.
And honestly, unless you're Julia Roberts, there is nothing attractive about a laugh like that...she can pull it off but the rest of us just sound like...a cackling hen.
On the plus side, this is the second time I have seen a dear friend AND been gifted with popcorn! This makes me very, very happy. And a bit spoiled. I'm not as obsessed as I sound, really. There are lots of other things I like too -anything sweet, sugary or chocolate. I'm not hard to please. Popcorn or anything else - I just feel special to be thought of, in any way. My friends are awesome.
And for anyone that cares - I have NOT been avoiding the workouts. Not completely. I just hate saying the same thing in every post. How interesting is it to know I do the same exact workout every other day or that I almost died on the treadmill because my body can't keep up with what I think I can do in my mind?
I ran last night - one straight mile. No treadmill track. My pace was slower (3.5) but I was consistent with my speed throughout the run- with the exception of two 5 second breaks when I decreased the speed to 3.0. I think I probably get better cardio with the track but I want to try to run a 5K in November so I'm trying to get ready for that and I thought this would be better then the stairstep effect...I have no idea if that's true but I'm going with it. So I was slow but my plan is to gradually increase my speed and my distance.
We'll see... either way, I'm running in November. I was out of shape last time and I got through it. I knew it was going to be bad when I showed up and realized I was the fattest one there. That's never a good thing. And I only had a few hours sleep. It was not pretty.
I'm sure I'll still be out of shape in November but I'm going to make sure I actually go to bed this time. So no matter what, I'll be in a better position than I was last time, right?
I'm off to get in some strength training before bed. I've got to keep with it because the shoes I like to wear require that I be a tad bit lighter than I am. I swear, I could hear the stilettos I wore today cry out a little with each step...
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| That heel is a lot skinnier than it looks! |
Monday, September 19, 2011
Happy Anniversary To Me!
Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of our program. Twelve short months ago we opened the doors for business and we've been busy growing ever since.
In many ways it's difficult to believe it's been a year - it still feels "new" to me. And we still have a long way to go - there are areas that still need refining, developing, and improvement. We're on a five year track to be the very best program in our state. And that's gonna be tough because there are some great programs out there - programs that currently serve as my model. I feel honored to be among these programs and the individuals who have created and developed them. These are people who have a true passion and love for what they do - and it's apparent in their success.
In some ways it feels like we've been operating for much longer than a year. I've grown and learned so much - it's been a challenging but rewarding experience. I've had moments of disappointment, discouragement, and frustration. Moments when I felt lost, overwhelmed, and completely inept. But they were just moments and are not the sum total of my experience...and they were moments that I knew to expect. That's the great thing about being surrounded by people that care about you - they help to prepare and guide you, help to confirm that everything you feel is normal, help to assure you that you move past the fear and anxiety.
I remember the very first day, meeting with my one full-time staff person (yes, only one. The ridiculousness of that is not lost on me) who had never worked in the programs before. I told her that the first year would be a little difficult but that if she could stick with me for a year that I would get us through. And she's been great. She's really got a heart for the job - she's passionate and caring and patient. And she's stuck around while I try to figure out what works and what doesn't...and that is saying a lot!
So tomorrow marks a milestone in my professional career and I'm glad to have it down. Like most things in life, the most difficult part is the very beginning...So bring on year two, let's see what I can do!
In many ways it's difficult to believe it's been a year - it still feels "new" to me. And we still have a long way to go - there are areas that still need refining, developing, and improvement. We're on a five year track to be the very best program in our state. And that's gonna be tough because there are some great programs out there - programs that currently serve as my model. I feel honored to be among these programs and the individuals who have created and developed them. These are people who have a true passion and love for what they do - and it's apparent in their success.
In some ways it feels like we've been operating for much longer than a year. I've grown and learned so much - it's been a challenging but rewarding experience. I've had moments of disappointment, discouragement, and frustration. Moments when I felt lost, overwhelmed, and completely inept. But they were just moments and are not the sum total of my experience...and they were moments that I knew to expect. That's the great thing about being surrounded by people that care about you - they help to prepare and guide you, help to confirm that everything you feel is normal, help to assure you that you move past the fear and anxiety.
I remember the very first day, meeting with my one full-time staff person (yes, only one. The ridiculousness of that is not lost on me) who had never worked in the programs before. I told her that the first year would be a little difficult but that if she could stick with me for a year that I would get us through. And she's been great. She's really got a heart for the job - she's passionate and caring and patient. And she's stuck around while I try to figure out what works and what doesn't...and that is saying a lot!
So tomorrow marks a milestone in my professional career and I'm glad to have it down. Like most things in life, the most difficult part is the very beginning...So bring on year two, let's see what I can do!
Fair Game
I have a confession - I love the state fair. I'm not into the rides, the silly little games, or really even the food. Although I am oddly intrigued by fried bacon cheddar mashed potatoes on a stick...
I love the fair for two reasons: people watching and getting to spend time with one of my dearest friends. It's become an annual event with us - to walk, talk and stare. The first year we walked around for about 10 hours - which was pretty impressive since I was very, very pregnant. But when you're with a great friend having a good conversation it's easy to lose track of time...
I didn't think we were gonna get to go this year and I was a little bummed that we couldn't keep our tradition...so when I found out it was going to work out we put the zoo on hold and opted for the fair instead. It was just as fun for the girls and probably a little more entertaining for me. Actually, a lot more entertaining - such a large variety of "interesting" people. Here are some thoughts I had while people watching, or more honestly, people judging:
1. There should be body measurement requirements for women wanting to get a playboy bunny tattoo. On some bodies it's just a cruel contradiction.
2. I know ripped jeans are very trendy right now but that doesn't mean taking a pair of jeans that are two sizes too small and slicing them down the front so that you can squeeze your thighs into them is acceptable. You are not fooling anyone.
3. If your belly hangs down or out - wear a shirt large enough to cover it. Please.
4. Don't try to pull off short shorts with cowboy boots unless you've got an almost perfect body. It's a super hot look but most of us can't pull it off - it just draws attention to any and every flaw. Do feel free to try that look at home for your special someone - he'll be so happy to see his wild cowgirl that he won't notice the flaws. And don't forget to wear your hat.
5. No adult should wear crocs. Ever.
And the winner of the Tackiest Shirt Award goes to the guy who proudly declared across the back of his t-shirt "You've Never Met A Mother Fucker Quite Like Me". And he's right, thankfully I haven't. His wife and two kids are not so fortunate.
Honorable Mention goes to the women whose shirt featured the tootsie pop owl with "Wanna Lick It?" across the front. I'm thinking if you have to wear a shirt to ask then the wise answer would be no.
And that folks is why I love the fair...
I love the fair for two reasons: people watching and getting to spend time with one of my dearest friends. It's become an annual event with us - to walk, talk and stare. The first year we walked around for about 10 hours - which was pretty impressive since I was very, very pregnant. But when you're with a great friend having a good conversation it's easy to lose track of time...
I didn't think we were gonna get to go this year and I was a little bummed that we couldn't keep our tradition...so when I found out it was going to work out we put the zoo on hold and opted for the fair instead. It was just as fun for the girls and probably a little more entertaining for me. Actually, a lot more entertaining - such a large variety of "interesting" people. Here are some thoughts I had while people watching, or more honestly, people judging:
1. There should be body measurement requirements for women wanting to get a playboy bunny tattoo. On some bodies it's just a cruel contradiction.
2. I know ripped jeans are very trendy right now but that doesn't mean taking a pair of jeans that are two sizes too small and slicing them down the front so that you can squeeze your thighs into them is acceptable. You are not fooling anyone.
3. If your belly hangs down or out - wear a shirt large enough to cover it. Please.
4. Don't try to pull off short shorts with cowboy boots unless you've got an almost perfect body. It's a super hot look but most of us can't pull it off - it just draws attention to any and every flaw. Do feel free to try that look at home for your special someone - he'll be so happy to see his wild cowgirl that he won't notice the flaws. And don't forget to wear your hat.
5. No adult should wear crocs. Ever.
And the winner of the Tackiest Shirt Award goes to the guy who proudly declared across the back of his t-shirt "You've Never Met A Mother Fucker Quite Like Me". And he's right, thankfully I haven't. His wife and two kids are not so fortunate.
Honorable Mention goes to the women whose shirt featured the tootsie pop owl with "Wanna Lick It?" across the front. I'm thinking if you have to wear a shirt to ask then the wise answer would be no.
And that folks is why I love the fair...
Friday, September 16, 2011
List Bliss
It's Friday, which makes me very, very happy. Know what else makes me happy? You got it - a list! Here are some other things that make me happy...
1. People who make me laugh
2. Popcorn
3. Actually having an umbrella when it rains
4. Fall
5. The way M2 scrunches up her nose when she smiles
6. Pretty undergarments
7. Sooner football
8. The smell of new books
9. Clean sheets
10. Good ol trash talkin
11. Late night swims with my hubby
12. High heels
13. Having such an awesome family
14. Mexican food
15. Having the door held open for me
16. Dancing
17. When M tells me I'm her favorite Mommy - yeah, okay, she's only got one but it still makes me happy
18. Sleeping in
19. Feeling like what I do can make a difference
20. Opening all the windows in the house, turning on the radio and cleaning the house
21. Eating dinner at the table as a family
22. Real, old fashioned notes
1. People who make me laugh
2. Popcorn
3. Actually having an umbrella when it rains
4. Fall
5. The way M2 scrunches up her nose when she smiles
6. Pretty undergarments
7. Sooner football
8. The smell of new books
9. Clean sheets
10. Good ol trash talkin
11. Late night swims with my hubby
12. High heels
13. Having such an awesome family
14. Mexican food
15. Having the door held open for me
16. Dancing
17. When M tells me I'm her favorite Mommy - yeah, okay, she's only got one but it still makes me happy
18. Sleeping in
19. Feeling like what I do can make a difference
20. Opening all the windows in the house, turning on the radio and cleaning the house
21. Eating dinner at the table as a family
22. Real, old fashioned notes
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Thankful For A Bad Day
I seriously had a horrible day. It was just down right crummy.
I left work thankful that the day was nearing a close and I walk out to a light sprinkle of rain to discover my car wouldn't start. How appropriate. I couldn't reach the hubby and there was no one in the parking lot. Even better. Wait, another human being! Thank goodness someone was working a little late!
So my buddy Chris pulls his car around and we're good to go, right? No. There was something...strange about his battery. Now I have no clue about cars, don't know anything about them. But I do know what a battery looks like and his did not look anything like it should. He was just as perplexed as I was. I know it's weird but I wasn't even sure if what he thought was his battery was in fact a battery - so I sent him on his way and continued my quest for assistance.
After finding a lovely gentleman to assist me, I was on the way home to put this day to rest. As I was driving I was thinking of the day as a whole and reflecting on the series of bad. Really sulking and licking my wounds. And it struck me how ironic it was that I had started the day off with such a different attitude.
This morning I had a scheduled phone meeting at 8:30. I get to work early, 7:45 at the latest - and that's including a quick stop for my Diet Pepsi fix. So when we were setting up the time I was going to schedule it for 8:00 - but I didn't, I said 8:30 instead. I had car trouble this morning and guess what? I rolled in at 8:20. So as I was driving to work all I could think was how good God was - even thought I had trouble that caused me to be late, He had arranged that I wouldn't miss this phone call. And I was thankful that He made provision for me.
Then I had a moment of clarity - He had done that for me throughout the whole day, continuously. I was just so absorbed in myself that it wasn't apparent. It was easy for me to give thanks and glory to God this morning because I could see, without looking too hard, the benefit to me. But even in the midst of strife He is working in my life. Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." He is working in our lives always.
So I became thankful for today. Thankful that God was working to teach me grace and humility. Thankful that He was working to teach me patience. Thankful that He was working to teach me understanding. Thankful that He was working to teach me forgiveness. I was fighting it the whole time - yet, despite my resistance, He made provision for me.
So I am thankful, not just for the good days but for the bad days too because there is a lesson and purpose in each of them. Sometimes I just have to look a little harder to find it...
I left work thankful that the day was nearing a close and I walk out to a light sprinkle of rain to discover my car wouldn't start. How appropriate. I couldn't reach the hubby and there was no one in the parking lot. Even better. Wait, another human being! Thank goodness someone was working a little late!
So my buddy Chris pulls his car around and we're good to go, right? No. There was something...strange about his battery. Now I have no clue about cars, don't know anything about them. But I do know what a battery looks like and his did not look anything like it should. He was just as perplexed as I was. I know it's weird but I wasn't even sure if what he thought was his battery was in fact a battery - so I sent him on his way and continued my quest for assistance.
After finding a lovely gentleman to assist me, I was on the way home to put this day to rest. As I was driving I was thinking of the day as a whole and reflecting on the series of bad. Really sulking and licking my wounds. And it struck me how ironic it was that I had started the day off with such a different attitude.
This morning I had a scheduled phone meeting at 8:30. I get to work early, 7:45 at the latest - and that's including a quick stop for my Diet Pepsi fix. So when we were setting up the time I was going to schedule it for 8:00 - but I didn't, I said 8:30 instead. I had car trouble this morning and guess what? I rolled in at 8:20. So as I was driving to work all I could think was how good God was - even thought I had trouble that caused me to be late, He had arranged that I wouldn't miss this phone call. And I was thankful that He made provision for me.
Then I had a moment of clarity - He had done that for me throughout the whole day, continuously. I was just so absorbed in myself that it wasn't apparent. It was easy for me to give thanks and glory to God this morning because I could see, without looking too hard, the benefit to me. But even in the midst of strife He is working in my life. Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." He is working in our lives always.
So I became thankful for today. Thankful that God was working to teach me grace and humility. Thankful that He was working to teach me patience. Thankful that He was working to teach me understanding. Thankful that He was working to teach me forgiveness. I was fighting it the whole time - yet, despite my resistance, He made provision for me.
So I am thankful, not just for the good days but for the bad days too because there is a lesson and purpose in each of them. Sometimes I just have to look a little harder to find it...
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
A Long Way From Home
I had a fantastic day! I spent some of my day catching up with a dear friend. We had a lunch date but neither one of us ate - we were too engrossed in conversation to even think about food. And in addition to just spending some quality time together, I got a gift - a big bag of carmel popcorn! If you know me at all, you know my love for popcorn - I could eat it everyday. And during certain times in my life, I actually have. It was just awesome to me because nothing says I love you more than a thoughtful gift. And what could be more thoughtful than showing up with my favorite snack?
Then I got some good news about a project I've been working on for our regional conference. I'm serving as exhibitor chair. I was in that role last year too but I changed jobs at a critical time and wasn't able to devote as much attention to it as I would have liked. I ended up with 9, which is about average for our conference but I had intended to exceed that number.
So this year I decided 15 was my number. Don't ask me why I picked that number - I just decided I want at least 15. I looked through my old conference booklets and from what I can tell 12 was the most we've ever had so I'm definitely out to beat that. So I checked my numbers today and I have 10 registered now! In addition, I have one that has promised a registration, two strong maybe's and a conference call tomorrow with a representative that I think I can sale. I AM going to get my 15!
After work I tossed M2 in the stroller and we went for a walk. A really long walk. I'm not sure how long we walked but it was enough that I got a blister. From my flipflops. My flipflops! How does that happen?
M was in charge of our route and after we had gone a significant way she declared that she had to go to the bathroom. Immediately. It was an emergency Don't-Know-If-I-Can-Make-It situation. So we walked quickly (but not too quickly - it's hard to walk and hold it) back home for a bathroom break. Then we started all over again.
It was awesome, the weather was perfect and we took our time and just enjoyed being outside. Until about 4 blocks from home when I heard M start moaning. What's the matter? The bathroom, again? Oohhh, you need to use it that way. Ummm, can you make it to the house? (Like we had a choice!) This time we really did walk quickly, with M alternating between moans and telling me (loudly) that her poopoo really needed to come out.
The neighbors working in their yards really enjoyed that one. I really enjoyed making it to the house...
Then I got some good news about a project I've been working on for our regional conference. I'm serving as exhibitor chair. I was in that role last year too but I changed jobs at a critical time and wasn't able to devote as much attention to it as I would have liked. I ended up with 9, which is about average for our conference but I had intended to exceed that number.
So this year I decided 15 was my number. Don't ask me why I picked that number - I just decided I want at least 15. I looked through my old conference booklets and from what I can tell 12 was the most we've ever had so I'm definitely out to beat that. So I checked my numbers today and I have 10 registered now! In addition, I have one that has promised a registration, two strong maybe's and a conference call tomorrow with a representative that I think I can sale. I AM going to get my 15!
After work I tossed M2 in the stroller and we went for a walk. A really long walk. I'm not sure how long we walked but it was enough that I got a blister. From my flipflops. My flipflops! How does that happen?
M was in charge of our route and after we had gone a significant way she declared that she had to go to the bathroom. Immediately. It was an emergency Don't-Know-If-I-Can-Make-It situation. So we walked quickly (but not too quickly - it's hard to walk and hold it) back home for a bathroom break. Then we started all over again.
It was awesome, the weather was perfect and we took our time and just enjoyed being outside. Until about 4 blocks from home when I heard M start moaning. What's the matter? The bathroom, again? Oohhh, you need to use it that way. Ummm, can you make it to the house? (Like we had a choice!) This time we really did walk quickly, with M alternating between moans and telling me (loudly) that her poopoo really needed to come out.
The neighbors working in their yards really enjoyed that one. I really enjoyed making it to the house...
Lucky Girl
No walk for me yesterday. I forgot M had ballet class. I was loading them up in the car to head home when she reminded me. It’s a good thing one of us can stay on top of our schedule. Really, who needs a calendar when you have a kid? Just make sure they think it’s something fun and they won’t ever forget.
We made a mad dash home to make the transformation from grubby kid to prima ballerina and off we went to what should have been an uneventful and routine dance lesson. Unfortunately, M was in rare form and decided the very best way to spend this particular class was by making sure everyone was introduced to her pouts, sobs, and other dramatic hysteria. There wasn’t anything wrong but she got upset over everything – I took her water bottle out of her bag, her feet were hot, she didn’t like the order of the dance line, I was breathing… all of this was very upsetting to her.
She’s normally a very mellow kid so I’m chalking it up to the fact that she just had a rough day and needed to cry. Everyone is entitled to that once in a while…
Better get back to work - I’ve got to get some things wrapped up this morning because I have a very special lunch date with one of my favorites. It’s been too long and we have a lot of catching up to do. I’m so lucky to have such awesome people in my life.
Really, I have the most amazing friends.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
RLS
I'm in the mood to do something fun.
I've had a really productive day - I've been able make progress on my To Do List. Really, it feels great to get some of these things knocked out. But I'm ready to be outside doing something. I think I have Restless Life Syndrome...
I've had two weekends of road trips and I think that's done me in. Now I love road trips, really, I think they're fun and I enjoy getting uninterrupted time with people I care about. One of my favorite things is to hop in the car and go! There is always adventure and fun...
But the weather has been so nice and I need some outside time. Looks like I'll be going for a walk this evening...
We're having a girls weekend, which means Mommy is solo. So I'm going to seize the opportunity to have some fun with my girls. And keep them occupied enough so that they don't drive me crazy. Because some days it's just a contest - who can wear the other out first. And this time I plan to win. I'm going to pull out the secret weapon - a trip to the zoo! We'll skip naps, fill our bellies with concession stand food, and walk the entire day. They will be out before we even make it home...yep, definitely winning this weekend.
I've had a really productive day - I've been able make progress on my To Do List. Really, it feels great to get some of these things knocked out. But I'm ready to be outside doing something. I think I have Restless Life Syndrome...
I've had two weekends of road trips and I think that's done me in. Now I love road trips, really, I think they're fun and I enjoy getting uninterrupted time with people I care about. One of my favorite things is to hop in the car and go! There is always adventure and fun...
But the weather has been so nice and I need some outside time. Looks like I'll be going for a walk this evening...
We're having a girls weekend, which means Mommy is solo. So I'm going to seize the opportunity to have some fun with my girls. And keep them occupied enough so that they don't drive me crazy. Because some days it's just a contest - who can wear the other out first. And this time I plan to win. I'm going to pull out the secret weapon - a trip to the zoo! We'll skip naps, fill our bellies with concession stand food, and walk the entire day. They will be out before we even make it home...yep, definitely winning this weekend.
Friday, September 9, 2011
List Bliss
It's time for a list!
Reasons I Like Being Short:
1. I never had to worry about dating someone shorter than me
2. It makes me look younger
3. I'm the perfect size for sitting in someone's lap
4. Crawling into the backseat of a car is easy
5. I make every guy feel big
6. Put me in a costume and I could get away with trick-or-treating
7. I don't have to put things away if they belong on the top shelf
8. Cute nicknames like shorty, little bit, small fry, little mama
9. Shopping in the little girls department (chubby girl stuff but still from the kids section)
10. I can wear 4 inch heels and no one thinks it's over the top
11. I never have to duck
12. The littlest one is always on the top of a pile
13. I can put my feet on the dashboard with my legs fully extended without having to move the seat back
14. Fitting into spaces no one else could made me a pro at hide and seek
15. I'm the perfect height for spooning
16. I think it's romantic to stand on my tiptoes for a kiss
Reasons I Like Being Short:
1. I never had to worry about dating someone shorter than me
2. It makes me look younger
3. I'm the perfect size for sitting in someone's lap
4. Crawling into the backseat of a car is easy
5. I make every guy feel big
6. Put me in a costume and I could get away with trick-or-treating
7. I don't have to put things away if they belong on the top shelf
8. Cute nicknames like shorty, little bit, small fry, little mama
9. Shopping in the little girls department (chubby girl stuff but still from the kids section)
10. I can wear 4 inch heels and no one thinks it's over the top
11. I never have to duck
12. The littlest one is always on the top of a pile
13. I can put my feet on the dashboard with my legs fully extended without having to move the seat back
14. Fitting into spaces no one else could made me a pro at hide and seek
15. I'm the perfect height for spooning
16. I think it's romantic to stand on my tiptoes for a kiss
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Done
Workout done! Strength training tonight. Gave up a football game, but I needed to get it in. I've been sloppy this week and that is no good!
So now it's done and I feel better and there's still some football on...so I'm gonna go park myself on the couch and exercise my right to some good entertainment!
So now it's done and I feel better and there's still some football on...so I'm gonna go park myself on the couch and exercise my right to some good entertainment!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Fail
Ugh, I am so irritated with myself! I just had a Coke. A real Coke. A real Coke full of real sugar.
I stopped drinking regular coke in January. That was huge for me, huge I tell you! I am a girl who grew up drinking soda like water. And I'm so not kidding - I had Pepsi in my bottle as a toddler. Don't judge my Mom too harshly, it was the only thing I would drink and she was desperate...plus it was easier to give me the Pepsi and shut me up.
So when I say my addiction was extreme I am not exaggerating. I don't remember a time when I didn't drink soda. What's really amazing is that I got my first adult cavity last year, at age 34. One teeny tiny cavity - the smallest the dentist had ever filled. You think with all that sugar my teeth would have rotted away...
I still drink a lot of soda - but I switched to diet because I drink less of it that way. And since January I have been SO good! The only exception was when we took M to the movies for her birthday and we got a drink for all of us to share. When they charge $10 for a drink you have to do that....Anyway, we were sharing and they had Mr. Pibb (my husband's favorite) so that was my only non diet drink.
Until today. Until about 10 minutes ago. 140 Calories. 30 grams of sugar.
So. Not. Worth. It.
I stopped drinking regular coke in January. That was huge for me, huge I tell you! I am a girl who grew up drinking soda like water. And I'm so not kidding - I had Pepsi in my bottle as a toddler. Don't judge my Mom too harshly, it was the only thing I would drink and she was desperate...plus it was easier to give me the Pepsi and shut me up.
So when I say my addiction was extreme I am not exaggerating. I don't remember a time when I didn't drink soda. What's really amazing is that I got my first adult cavity last year, at age 34. One teeny tiny cavity - the smallest the dentist had ever filled. You think with all that sugar my teeth would have rotted away...
I still drink a lot of soda - but I switched to diet because I drink less of it that way. And since January I have been SO good! The only exception was when we took M to the movies for her birthday and we got a drink for all of us to share. When they charge $10 for a drink you have to do that....Anyway, we were sharing and they had Mr. Pibb (my husband's favorite) so that was my only non diet drink.
Until today. Until about 10 minutes ago. 140 Calories. 30 grams of sugar.
So. Not. Worth. It.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
It's Official!
I'm officially off probation status for my job! My position came with a one year mandatory probationary status. Not really worrisome if you do your job and do it well, right? And I do try to do it well. On the other hand, I am opinionated and I do have a big mouth so you never know how that's gonna work out...
But I got a great review! I was told I was "a damn good hire."
And that makes me so happy because I love my job and I want to do service to our students and our program. I just feel like it's my responsibility to demonstrate that these programs actually make a difference and have an impact...and I try to work hard to make that happen.
So yay for good reviews!
But I got a great review! I was told I was "a damn good hire."
And that makes me so happy because I love my job and I want to do service to our students and our program. I just feel like it's my responsibility to demonstrate that these programs actually make a difference and have an impact...and I try to work hard to make that happen.
So yay for good reviews!
Happy Tuesday!
Got up and hit the treadmill – my penance for this weekend. I was really not good with the whole working out thing. Between having friends over, football games, church, and a quick trip to our neighboring state - it just got squeezed out. I know, I know …you make room for the things that are a priority…I totally believe that. This weekend, however, my priority was on spending time with some awesome people, watching some good football, nourishing my spirit, and picking up my new car.
Today I got right back on track and ran my little heart out. Even though I’m still weak it felt good!
I am loving the fall weather! Fall is my absolute favorite season, it always has been. There is just something about this weather that makes me feel alive and full of promise…and that is exactly how I am feeling today.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Boomer Sooner!
Really fun and awesome day. There was just a sense of excitement all day long because today marked the beginning of college football! Yes, I know the season has already started but for me it doesn't really begin until my favorite team kicks off. So today was spent preparing for the first game.
There's just something about football season that makes me really happy. I love everything about it!
We enjoyed some great company and way too much food. I have a weakness for mexican food so I gorged on enchilada dip and queso...it was so good that I don't even feel guilty about it. And my boys played well - love to watch my Sooners! It was a pretty sure win, so not the most exciting game. But it's football and a win so I'll take it!
I watched the Baylor/TCU game - now that was an exciting game! I thought for sure Baylor was gonna take it and then out of nowhere TCU comes back and then I was jumping around on the couch, yelling like a crazy person...so intense!
And that folks, is what makes football so great!
There's just something about football season that makes me really happy. I love everything about it!
We enjoyed some great company and way too much food. I have a weakness for mexican food so I gorged on enchilada dip and queso...it was so good that I don't even feel guilty about it. And my boys played well - love to watch my Sooners! It was a pretty sure win, so not the most exciting game. But it's football and a win so I'll take it!
I watched the Baylor/TCU game - now that was an exciting game! I thought for sure Baylor was gonna take it and then out of nowhere TCU comes back and then I was jumping around on the couch, yelling like a crazy person...so intense!
And that folks, is what makes football so great!
Friday, September 2, 2011
List Bliss
I love lists. I make them for everything. Grocery lists, to do lists, reminder lists...sometimes I even make lists for my list. So in recognition of my fondness for list, I thought I would share...
Annoying Things About Me:
1. I sneeze in threes or more. Usually more. And it doesn't matter if I blow my nose, I'll still keep sneezing.
2. My sneezes are very loud and unattractive. No cute girly sneezes for me.
3. I can be embarrassingly loud.
4. Sometimes I think I'm funnier than I really am.
5. I am beyond stubborn.
6. I hate being wrong so sometimes I just pretend that I'm not.
7. When I eat Skittles I open the package and separate them into colors. I eat one color at a time and eat them in a specific order. If I happen to find a stray one that I overlooked and I've already eaten that color I get way too bummed for it not to be weird.
8. I throw my clothes over the chairs in our bedroom. They stay there until the weekend when I finally put them away.
9. I am neurotic about my duvet cover. I make my husband pull the sheet up and over so it won't touch his skin.
10. I say "Umm" way too much. Not in casual conversations, only when I'm speaking professionally. Which only makes it more annoying.
11. I'm overly sentimental.
12. I leave the WORST phone messages ever.
13. I ramble.
14. I can't really whistle.
15. Sometimes I remind myself of a yappy chihuahua.
16. It's hard for me to let people go, even when I know I should.
16. I have no sense of direction.
17. I can't pronounce phenomenon correctly. I know how it is suppose to be said, I just can't make my mouth move in the right way to get it to come out correctly.
18. I am a horrible speller.
19.
20. The fact that I couldn't end this list at 19, I had to make it an even number.
Annoying Things About Me:
1. I sneeze in threes or more. Usually more. And it doesn't matter if I blow my nose, I'll still keep sneezing.
2. My sneezes are very loud and unattractive. No cute girly sneezes for me.
3. I can be embarrassingly loud.
4. Sometimes I think I'm funnier than I really am.
5. I am beyond stubborn.
6. I hate being wrong so sometimes I just pretend that I'm not.
7. When I eat Skittles I open the package and separate them into colors. I eat one color at a time and eat them in a specific order. If I happen to find a stray one that I overlooked and I've already eaten that color I get way too bummed for it not to be weird.
8. I throw my clothes over the chairs in our bedroom. They stay there until the weekend when I finally put them away.
9. I am neurotic about my duvet cover. I make my husband pull the sheet up and over so it won't touch his skin.
10. I say "Umm" way too much. Not in casual conversations, only when I'm speaking professionally. Which only makes it more annoying.
11. I'm overly sentimental.
12. I leave the WORST phone messages ever.
13. I ramble.
14. I can't really whistle.
15. Sometimes I remind myself of a yappy chihuahua.
16. It's hard for me to let people go, even when I know I should.
16. I have no sense of direction.
17. I can't pronounce phenomenon correctly. I know how it is suppose to be said, I just can't make my mouth move in the right way to get it to come out correctly.
18. I am a horrible speller.
19.
20. The fact that I couldn't end this list at 19, I had to make it an even number.
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