So thus far, I've outlined my bad dating experiences in Massachusetts and Florida. I have lived in 9 states in my "adult" life. Does that mean my bad dating experiences have gone cross country with me? You betcha!
In the late 90's, I found myself living for a short while in a really small town in east Texas. I was working a 15 week assignment in a nursing home where I befriended Shan, a speech therapist who was also on temporary assignment. We hit it off immediately and by the end of my first week there, we were making plans to go out and hit the town together.
Let me reiterate: I found myself in a really small town in east Texas. "Hitting the town" proved to be a major disappointment. Not only was the town ridiculously small, but it was also located in what is know as a "dry county". I'm not sure if this is a uniquely southern phenomenon, or if other parts of the country are equally as daft. The general gist is: no alcohol sold anywhere in the county. That is absolute madness! I could even buy a beer in Salt Lake City when I went to the Olympics! That first week found Shan and I driving the 27 miles to the county line to buy some Parrot Bay that we drank while watching TBS.
The next week at work, somebody tipped us off to the dry county loophole: alcohol couldn't be sold in any PUBLIC establishment in the county. The law says nothing about PRIVATE clubs. So...all you had to do was join one of the "private clubs" located --well, not in this town, but in some of the surrounding towns. The next weekend, Shan and I joined the private Applebee's club and the private Outback Steakhouse club in the next town. But we still had not found what we were looking for: a bar where we could grab a beer, hear a band, maybe dance or shoot pool all while looking like our super cute selves.
Finally, week three on the job, somebody told us of two "private social clubs" that sounded like what we wanted: The Lone Star and The Longhorn. (In Texas? You don't say!) We decided that the next weekend, we would really hit the town.
Friday night, cute, tan, cleaned up and sporting the sundresses, we set out to find The Lone Star. It turned out to be nothing more than a long hallway of a place with a bar along one wall. There were a total of 4 people inside. It looked like the weekly meeting for Serial Killers of the South. We lasted exactly 8 seconds.
The Longhorn looked significantly more promising. It had it all: dancefloor, pool tables, 2 bars, a DJ, and at least 50 people in cowboy hats, boots, and Wrangler jeans. We signed up for membership, got our cards and ventured into the club.
As you can probably guess, it all went downhill from there.
to be continued...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
decluttering to deter ants
On to round three of the full apartment declutter project! A couple weeks ago, I had said that the kitchen was just about where I wanted it to be. And I thought it was. Until spring sprung and I had to contend with a small (or large, physically LARGE) ant problem. Suddenly, what seemed like totally fine became not good enough, as in -- ants could hide in there! So where I thought things would be difficult this time around, it couldn't have been easier finding more crap to get rid of !
May 4: Ok, under the sink was where I stored all the old bags from before I carried canvas sacks everywhere with me. I use the bags for trash. But under the sink is where the ants are entering the Love Loft! So I gathered a whole bunch of the plastic bags and brought them to the grocery store for recycling.
May 5: Then I moved out all the paper bags out to the gift wrapping box. I have a whole bunch of birthdays and mothers days and such coming up and the paper bags made super cute gift wrap. (see above)
May 6: Now that I had addressed the area that the ants were coming in, I had to address the food. The ants had already invaded a bag of Banana Nut Cherios and some pretzels, so I threw those away and moved everything else into airtight containers or zip lock bags.
May 7: Went through all the coupons I had clipped to the fridge and threw away all the expired ones.
May 8: Same with the reciepts I had kept for gifts from a while back
May 9: Also under the sink, I had some foam stuff that I used for cushioning when I mailed stuff out to friends across the country. I noticed this day that the ants seemed to like it a bit too much. So that got thrown away, too.
May 10: And last but not least, I went through the stack of take out menus I have in the drawer and weeded out the restaurants that had gone under or restaurants I WILL NEVER order from. They went into recycling.
Incidently, does anyone know of a green solution to ant problems? I tried the baking soda, the chili powder, the lavender oil. None seem to help. They seem to be attracted most to water (even more than Banana Nut Cheerios) so I'm trying to keep the sink totally dry all the time. No small feat.
Bloggie Award
Yay! I love bloggie awards! This one is from Tutu Girl. I just love the way she thinks. (and I'm not just saying that because she bestowed this prestigious award on me)
So the rules of this meme are: name 7 things that you love.
SEVEN THINGS I LOVE:
1) Browsing the bargain section of the bookstore. It's here that I find the gems that I otherwise would never have thought to consider. Sometimes, I hit the jackpot, sometimes I just dig up mud. But the scavenger hunt always keeps me coming back
2) New socks, fresh from the package. They never feel as soft and cozy as that first time you put them on your happy, happy feet.
3) Riding with the top off the jeep on a warm, sunny day. That's why I got it, after all.
4) Walking on the beach, shin deep in the water, with the waves washing over in a big, bubbly rush.
5) Remembering the smell of the Isle of Skye in Scotland: Scottish heather, peat fires, and the ocean all mixed together. I've never smelled anything as wonderful, before or since.
6) Garden fresh tomatoes in the summer.
7) A cup of tea first thing in the morning when the day is full of possibility.
Next, I'm supposed to send this along to 7 other blogs that I love. However, I am just going to send out an open invitation to anyone looking for blogging fodder. Spring is here, and I suspect you all are outside enjoying the nice weather. (at least I hope so)
Happy week!!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Broken Things
Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken. -----BOB DYLAN
I haven't written anything for a few days because my computer has been freezing up at random moments and losing everything. I've been ignoring the problem, hoping it's not originating in my computer, but in the service provider or in the server or simultaneously in every website I happen to visit on a particular day.
Technology was always M's department. Health and wellness were mine. He'd set up the internet service; I'd help him choose a gym. He'd run cable and wire around the perimeter of my tiny apartment like an intricate freeway held together with zip ties and plastic clips. I'd devise pre-hiking conditioning programs so that we could hit the trails in full stride come spring. He'd perform monthly maintenance on my computer, de-fraging and de-bugging and de-spy-waring. I'd work out the trigger points in his low back. We were like two symbiotic pieces in a larger relationship puzzle.
And then we weren't .
After two and a half years of reflection, I'm not sure if finding somebody who has strengths that match your weaknesses is way to go.
When I started at my current job, I was astounded by the sheer number staff members who were divorced or were going through a divorce. "Perfect," I thought as my relationship with M crumbled around me. "I'll fit right in with this pool of broken people."
Now, I see more clearly that it isn't divorce that makes us feel broken. I listened as a happily married co-worker described how she had spent the entire weekend, paralyzed by fear about starting a Kodak-gallery account. Fear that a child molester would hack into her account, follow her IP address to her physical address, hop on a plane, stake out her house, and sneak into her home at night to steal her kids because he saw them online and thought they were cuter than any other kids he had ever seen. At the same time, she was paralyzed by the thought that her hard drive could crash and she'd lose all the baby pictures of her kids. Or another friend who would no longer let her 8 year old daughter play with a playmate whose parents were getting divorced, for fear that their unhappiness would rub off on her and she'd carry it home to their house, like the swine flu virus. We all feel powerless when faced things don't have control over. We all feel broken and incomplete in small ways.
One of my in-the-middle-of-divorce-co-workers started dating somebody else shortly after her husband moved out. Giant bouquets of flowers were delivered to work on Valentine's day; she floated around the hallways like she was walking on air. For about 28 seconds, I was insanely jealous. "What the hell is wrong with me? How can other people instantly fall into relationships from guys banging down their doors while I'm still alone?" Then I snapped out of it.
Her new love interest was, after all, her next door neighbor. He was also newly divorced, missing his kids terribly and wanting to be a dad--not just on the weekends. She was barely hanging on, trying to work full time and raise two kids, alone for the first time in her life, and wishing she had a little help. So it made sense for them. They formed a symbiotic union of their own -- they fulfilled each others' needs and the sum was significantly less broken than the individual parts.
I'm happy for them both. However, after that first 28 seconds of envy was over, I could only feel tremendous gratitude that she is not me. And vice versa.
I somehow hope that we are more than that... puzzle pieces to fill each other's empty spaces. I would like to think that relationships can be based on more than solutions to our perceived problems; more than ways to keep from feeling incomplete and small. Above all, I hope that relationships are not the very things that keep us from moving beyond our comfort zones -- from opening our minds to new ideas or associating with those who are different from us or opening an online photo sharing account.
I certainly don't have the answers. But I'm keeping and open mind and looking at all the possibilities. And this weekend, in my own flawed and possibly ineffective way, I'll be performing computer maintenance on my own.
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken. -----BOB DYLAN
I haven't written anything for a few days because my computer has been freezing up at random moments and losing everything. I've been ignoring the problem, hoping it's not originating in my computer, but in the service provider or in the server or simultaneously in every website I happen to visit on a particular day.
Technology was always M's department. Health and wellness were mine. He'd set up the internet service; I'd help him choose a gym. He'd run cable and wire around the perimeter of my tiny apartment like an intricate freeway held together with zip ties and plastic clips. I'd devise pre-hiking conditioning programs so that we could hit the trails in full stride come spring. He'd perform monthly maintenance on my computer, de-fraging and de-bugging and de-spy-waring. I'd work out the trigger points in his low back. We were like two symbiotic pieces in a larger relationship puzzle.
And then we weren't .
After two and a half years of reflection, I'm not sure if finding somebody who has strengths that match your weaknesses is way to go.
When I started at my current job, I was astounded by the sheer number staff members who were divorced or were going through a divorce. "Perfect," I thought as my relationship with M crumbled around me. "I'll fit right in with this pool of broken people."
Now, I see more clearly that it isn't divorce that makes us feel broken. I listened as a happily married co-worker described how she had spent the entire weekend, paralyzed by fear about starting a Kodak-gallery account. Fear that a child molester would hack into her account, follow her IP address to her physical address, hop on a plane, stake out her house, and sneak into her home at night to steal her kids because he saw them online and thought they were cuter than any other kids he had ever seen. At the same time, she was paralyzed by the thought that her hard drive could crash and she'd lose all the baby pictures of her kids. Or another friend who would no longer let her 8 year old daughter play with a playmate whose parents were getting divorced, for fear that their unhappiness would rub off on her and she'd carry it home to their house, like the swine flu virus. We all feel powerless when faced things don't have control over. We all feel broken and incomplete in small ways.
One of my in-the-middle-of-divorce-co-workers started dating somebody else shortly after her husband moved out. Giant bouquets of flowers were delivered to work on Valentine's day; she floated around the hallways like she was walking on air. For about 28 seconds, I was insanely jealous. "What the hell is wrong with me? How can other people instantly fall into relationships from guys banging down their doors while I'm still alone?" Then I snapped out of it.
Her new love interest was, after all, her next door neighbor. He was also newly divorced, missing his kids terribly and wanting to be a dad--not just on the weekends. She was barely hanging on, trying to work full time and raise two kids, alone for the first time in her life, and wishing she had a little help. So it made sense for them. They formed a symbiotic union of their own -- they fulfilled each others' needs and the sum was significantly less broken than the individual parts.
I'm happy for them both. However, after that first 28 seconds of envy was over, I could only feel tremendous gratitude that she is not me. And vice versa.
I somehow hope that we are more than that... puzzle pieces to fill each other's empty spaces. I would like to think that relationships can be based on more than solutions to our perceived problems; more than ways to keep from feeling incomplete and small. Above all, I hope that relationships are not the very things that keep us from moving beyond our comfort zones -- from opening our minds to new ideas or associating with those who are different from us or opening an online photo sharing account.
I certainly don't have the answers. But I'm keeping and open mind and looking at all the possibilities. And this weekend, in my own flawed and possibly ineffective way, I'll be performing computer maintenance on my own.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Tuesday's bad dates...the milkshake man
Ok, so first this...the winner of the bad date package is Diane! (Of course, if Diane thinks that all my bad date karma is swirling around the materials and the package may mess things up with "the republican", I can always just donate them. I won't be offended. *sniff* sniff*)
And now this...
Today, I am borrowing a story from my friend, Isabella, who has her fair share of bad date stories, as well.
Several years ago, Isabella was set up on a blind date by a mutual friend of ours, Star. Star had a friend, we'll call him Jay, who was a member of her running club. Jay looked very promising. In addition to belonging to a running club, Jay had a great job, owned his own place, liked to go skiing and biking, and coached basketball for a youth league. He lived in Boston, like Isabella did at the time, but was originally from New Jersey, as she was. Sounds good, right?
So Jay and Isabella exchanged phone calls, picked a date, and picked a nice restaurant --not a super fancy restaurant, but not a chain restaurant, either. Just a nice, middle of the road restaurant. On the night of the date, Isabella showed up first and sat down in the waiting area. Jay had said he was going to come by after a run. A few minutes later, Jay showed up... in running clothes. Not the running clothes he had exercised in; he had gone for a run, showered and then got ready for a date in a nice restaurant by putting on more exercise clothes. (I'm not much of a fashionista, but even I know the difference between an active date and a nice dinner date.) And Isabella? IS a fashionista.
Poor Jay. He already has points against him. There was a bit of a wait for their table, so Isabella and Jay decided to go to the bar to have a drink or two before dinner. Isabella ordered a drink and Jay thought for a while and said: "Could you make me a chocolate milkshake?" In a bar. Before dinner.
Picture it: Jay and Isabella sitting together in the restaurant's bar, she in her super-cute date outfit having a white wine, he in his running clothes drinking a chocolate milkshake. Then Jay started to talk to her about his new water bottle. Jay just purchased this water bottle and he loved it! It had a special compartment that had a gel packet you could put in the freezer. (So his water stayed cold.) He took this water bottle with him everywhere. Isabella said: "I have a similar bottle. Only I carry vodka in mine." Poor Jay. He though she was serious. He spent the next few minutes trying to convince her to get help for her alcohol problem.
The hostess finally came in and told them their table was ready. So they found their table, studied the menus, and made their decisions. The waitress showed up and they ordered their entree and Jay ordered...another milkshake.
After their food (and Jay's milkshake) arrived, they started talking about other types of food they likes. Jay mentioned that he tried to eat healthy. He then went on to explain how all of Isabella's favorite foods were unhealthy and how, in fact, her choice of entree that night was unhealthy. He gave her several tips on how she could try to be a little healthier. How come she wasn't more like Star? Weren't they good friends?
Poor Jay. He'd really blown it with Isabella. He'd done just about everything he could possibly do to turn her off. Or had he? After dinner, Isabella ordered a cup of coffee and Jay ordered...one more milkshake to top off the night.
And now this...
Today, I am borrowing a story from my friend, Isabella, who has her fair share of bad date stories, as well.
Several years ago, Isabella was set up on a blind date by a mutual friend of ours, Star. Star had a friend, we'll call him Jay, who was a member of her running club. Jay looked very promising. In addition to belonging to a running club, Jay had a great job, owned his own place, liked to go skiing and biking, and coached basketball for a youth league. He lived in Boston, like Isabella did at the time, but was originally from New Jersey, as she was. Sounds good, right?
So Jay and Isabella exchanged phone calls, picked a date, and picked a nice restaurant --not a super fancy restaurant, but not a chain restaurant, either. Just a nice, middle of the road restaurant. On the night of the date, Isabella showed up first and sat down in the waiting area. Jay had said he was going to come by after a run. A few minutes later, Jay showed up... in running clothes. Not the running clothes he had exercised in; he had gone for a run, showered and then got ready for a date in a nice restaurant by putting on more exercise clothes. (I'm not much of a fashionista, but even I know the difference between an active date and a nice dinner date.) And Isabella? IS a fashionista.
Poor Jay. He already has points against him. There was a bit of a wait for their table, so Isabella and Jay decided to go to the bar to have a drink or two before dinner. Isabella ordered a drink and Jay thought for a while and said: "Could you make me a chocolate milkshake?" In a bar. Before dinner.
Picture it: Jay and Isabella sitting together in the restaurant's bar, she in her super-cute date outfit having a white wine, he in his running clothes drinking a chocolate milkshake. Then Jay started to talk to her about his new water bottle. Jay just purchased this water bottle and he loved it! It had a special compartment that had a gel packet you could put in the freezer. (So his water stayed cold.) He took this water bottle with him everywhere. Isabella said: "I have a similar bottle. Only I carry vodka in mine." Poor Jay. He though she was serious. He spent the next few minutes trying to convince her to get help for her alcohol problem.
The hostess finally came in and told them their table was ready. So they found their table, studied the menus, and made their decisions. The waitress showed up and they ordered their entree and Jay ordered...another milkshake.
After their food (and Jay's milkshake) arrived, they started talking about other types of food they likes. Jay mentioned that he tried to eat healthy. He then went on to explain how all of Isabella's favorite foods were unhealthy and how, in fact, her choice of entree that night was unhealthy. He gave her several tips on how she could try to be a little healthier. How come she wasn't more like Star? Weren't they good friends?
Poor Jay. He'd really blown it with Isabella. He'd done just about everything he could possibly do to turn her off. Or had he? After dinner, Isabella ordered a cup of coffee and Jay ordered...one more milkshake to top off the night.
Monday, May 4, 2009
the end of round two
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!
No sooner do I make goals to lose 4# and run 100 miles in a month than life, with its twisted sense of humor, throws a curve ball at me.
Yesterday I woke up with my eyes literally swollen almost shut and my sinuses feeling like they were stuffed with wet cotton. I've never had bad allergies before, so why now? I convinced a friend to go buy me some Benadryl and after my 5 hour medicine induced nappy, was much better, though groggy. Translation? My 11 mile run did not happen.
And then today, a patient lost his balance in front of me and I managed to catch him and lower him to the ground gently. But I caught him at an angle and my knee rapidly twisted from the impact. Translation? My 5 mile run did not happen. Fortunately, I don't think there's any significant damage. I felt better after 30 minutes on the stationary bike and some ice. Maybe tomorrow.
In happier news, the purging continues without a hitch. This week, I was back to the storage containers.
April 27: From the winter sports basket (which got disappointingly little use this year) I pulled out a fleece pull over for the donation bag.
April 28: From the luggage container, I pulled out an odd sized duffel bag (which does not work as a carry on). This I decided to repurpose from luggage to winter clothes storage.
April 29: From the tools-n-such container, I pulled out a few mini bungee cords and gave them away to K for his workshop. He'll get a lot more use out of them than me.
April 30: Going through some boxes, I noticed that I had been saving the newspaper...like I'm going to rewrap the contents in the same paper. That may have worked in a desert state like California, but here in Mass, it gets damp. The newspaper was starting to smell musty. NOT GOOD. I threw away any and all newspaper from storage containers and boxes.
May 1: Today I started the switcheroo from winter to summer clothes. (I always forget that it's a multi-step process and start out thinking that I'll get everything completed in 2 hours or so. Forgetting the --take the wool coat and sweaters to the dry cleaners before packing away, wash the jackets before packing away etc. Anyway, In the summer stuff I came across some capri pants that inexplicably remind me of M. Donation bag! (It's weird how clothes remind me of certain times in my life or certain people. I'm decluttering on many levels!)
May 2: Winter flannel PJ bottoms that I haven't worn in 3 years or so....donation bag!
May 3: Big, giant, out of style sweater that I'll never wear again...donation bag!
And that's it for round two through the love loft. Next week, I'm starting on round three, back in the kitchen again.
No sooner do I make goals to lose 4# and run 100 miles in a month than life, with its twisted sense of humor, throws a curve ball at me.
Yesterday I woke up with my eyes literally swollen almost shut and my sinuses feeling like they were stuffed with wet cotton. I've never had bad allergies before, so why now? I convinced a friend to go buy me some Benadryl and after my 5 hour medicine induced nappy, was much better, though groggy. Translation? My 11 mile run did not happen.
And then today, a patient lost his balance in front of me and I managed to catch him and lower him to the ground gently. But I caught him at an angle and my knee rapidly twisted from the impact. Translation? My 5 mile run did not happen. Fortunately, I don't think there's any significant damage. I felt better after 30 minutes on the stationary bike and some ice. Maybe tomorrow.
In happier news, the purging continues without a hitch. This week, I was back to the storage containers.
April 27: From the winter sports basket (which got disappointingly little use this year) I pulled out a fleece pull over for the donation bag.
April 28: From the luggage container, I pulled out an odd sized duffel bag (which does not work as a carry on). This I decided to repurpose from luggage to winter clothes storage.
April 29: From the tools-n-such container, I pulled out a few mini bungee cords and gave them away to K for his workshop. He'll get a lot more use out of them than me.
April 30: Going through some boxes, I noticed that I had been saving the newspaper...like I'm going to rewrap the contents in the same paper. That may have worked in a desert state like California, but here in Mass, it gets damp. The newspaper was starting to smell musty. NOT GOOD. I threw away any and all newspaper from storage containers and boxes.
May 1: Today I started the switcheroo from winter to summer clothes. (I always forget that it's a multi-step process and start out thinking that I'll get everything completed in 2 hours or so. Forgetting the --take the wool coat and sweaters to the dry cleaners before packing away, wash the jackets before packing away etc. Anyway, In the summer stuff I came across some capri pants that inexplicably remind me of M. Donation bag! (It's weird how clothes remind me of certain times in my life or certain people. I'm decluttering on many levels!)
May 2: Winter flannel PJ bottoms that I haven't worn in 3 years or so....donation bag!
May 3: Big, giant, out of style sweater that I'll never wear again...donation bag!
And that's it for round two through the love loft. Next week, I'm starting on round three, back in the kitchen again.
Friday, May 1, 2009
May Goals
Happy May Day! Its always a lucky day when the first day of the month falls on a Friday, which is my day off. SO I can get everything accomplished...like paying the rent, changing the contacts, changing the sponges, updating the goals, checking the batteries in the smoke detectors, and all the rest. Of course, my friend, S was over watching the little one for J today, and it was rainy, rainy, rainy. So I may have sat around and watched movies all day with S instead of doing all my beginning of the month stuff.
Anyway...
April Goal Round Up:
1) Eating Plan: We're going to go a bout half and half on that one. I've been trying to eat more organic, drink more water, eat CLEANER. Of course, Easter was in April, with all that Easter candy. SO, I may have gotten side tracked a bit. But I do like the clean eating and want to take it up a notch next month. Baby steps, baby steps.
2) De Cluttering is still going strong.
3) 3 books from the bookshelf: Done and done!
4) Working out and Yoga: Again, I'm going with half credit. I'm plugging away. I got at least one yoga workout in a week, two on two of the weeks, and I have a home program that I did once. One of the workouts was a two hour yoga thing on Sunday at 6am. 1 hour of yoga followed by one hour of meditation. They are going to continue that the first Sunday of every month and I plan on continuing, too. June thru September, it goes to on the beach at sunrise. How cool is that?
5) Post every day for the month: Partial credit again. It got nice mid month and I had to go outside!
6) Guitar playing: some, but not as much as I should
7) House detox: I'm working on that one. Declutter, detox the house, detox the body, and yoga. Plus the Dalai Lama tomorrow. I may levitate instead of walk by the end of the year!
8) Easter Egg Hunt with the family: More like 6 Easter egg hunts. In 45 degree weather. Those kids are made of teflon!
9) 6 old fashioned snail mail letters to friends: Done just under the wire.
10) 2 projects from the project box: yay! finally making some progress there!
On to May.
I'm so happy May is here! It was really a hard, long, icy winter. I'm looking forward to nice weather and being outside.
1) Lose 4 pound for racing weight: I have been focusing much more on WHAT I've been eating rather than how much I eat and how much I weigh. Which is good. Except that racing begins in May. So I need to slim down so I don't keel over in the course.
2) Continue with the decluttering: Strangely, this is the only project that I haven't lost steam on. I get more and more inspired the more I get rid of. I'm hanging onto the hope that as I get rid of more stuff, I'm making room in my life for something good. Nothing earth-shattering has moved in, yet, but I certainly can find my keys a lot more easily. SO that's something.
3) Books on the bookshelf: Moving onto the spirituality books this month. I'm gettin ambitious, too. Instead of the usualy three, I'm tyring for 5 this month!
4) Run 100 mile this month (I totally stole this from Gazelle)
5) Complete a half marathon with PR
6) 3 projects from the project box
7) Do the switch from winter to summer clothes
8) Go out to see a band with friends
9) 6 more snail mail letters to friends I will MAKE people embrace the low-tech ways of communicating once again, damn it!
10) Swim in the ocean twice
And a bunch of work projects, as well. Just as long as I remember that having fun is important, as well.
Anyway...
April Goal Round Up:
1) Eating Plan: We're going to go a bout half and half on that one. I've been trying to eat more organic, drink more water, eat CLEANER. Of course, Easter was in April, with all that Easter candy. SO, I may have gotten side tracked a bit. But I do like the clean eating and want to take it up a notch next month. Baby steps, baby steps.
2) De Cluttering is still going strong.
3) 3 books from the bookshelf: Done and done!
4) Working out and Yoga: Again, I'm going with half credit. I'm plugging away. I got at least one yoga workout in a week, two on two of the weeks, and I have a home program that I did once. One of the workouts was a two hour yoga thing on Sunday at 6am. 1 hour of yoga followed by one hour of meditation. They are going to continue that the first Sunday of every month and I plan on continuing, too. June thru September, it goes to on the beach at sunrise. How cool is that?
5) Post every day for the month: Partial credit again. It got nice mid month and I had to go outside!
6) Guitar playing: some, but not as much as I should
7) House detox: I'm working on that one. Declutter, detox the house, detox the body, and yoga. Plus the Dalai Lama tomorrow. I may levitate instead of walk by the end of the year!
8) Easter Egg Hunt with the family: More like 6 Easter egg hunts. In 45 degree weather. Those kids are made of teflon!
9) 6 old fashioned snail mail letters to friends: Done just under the wire.
10) 2 projects from the project box: yay! finally making some progress there!
On to May.
I'm so happy May is here! It was really a hard, long, icy winter. I'm looking forward to nice weather and being outside.
1) Lose 4 pound for racing weight: I have been focusing much more on WHAT I've been eating rather than how much I eat and how much I weigh. Which is good. Except that racing begins in May. So I need to slim down so I don't keel over in the course.
2) Continue with the decluttering: Strangely, this is the only project that I haven't lost steam on. I get more and more inspired the more I get rid of. I'm hanging onto the hope that as I get rid of more stuff, I'm making room in my life for something good. Nothing earth-shattering has moved in, yet, but I certainly can find my keys a lot more easily. SO that's something.
3) Books on the bookshelf: Moving onto the spirituality books this month. I'm gettin ambitious, too. Instead of the usualy three, I'm tyring for 5 this month!
4) Run 100 mile this month (I totally stole this from Gazelle)
5) Complete a half marathon with PR
6) 3 projects from the project box
7) Do the switch from winter to summer clothes
8) Go out to see a band with friends
9) 6 more snail mail letters to friends I will MAKE people embrace the low-tech ways of communicating once again, damn it!
10) Swim in the ocean twice
And a bunch of work projects, as well. Just as long as I remember that having fun is important, as well.
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