All in all today has been a good day so far! I woke up early for Body Pump. It was the first class since I started at my new job that I actually felt like I was getting stronger and did better than the last class.
THEN, I finally built up the nerve to weigh myself in the locker room. Down another pound getting me past my plateau. I know it's just a pound and probably only because I didn't eat dinner last night, but I don't care.
While passing the time before my Anniversary weekend extravaganza, I came across this amazing piece of PR for my client, Volvo. What an impressive stunt, well produced video and great piece promoting their new freight trucks.
http://www.motorauthority.com/news/1078551_woman-walks-rope-between-two-moving-volvo-semi-trucks-video
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Silver lining?
This morning started just like any morning. I woke up to my alarm, pumped I actually slept through the night, snuggled the pup for a little then got ready to go to yoga class. I picked up the bag I packed last night, made my iced coffee and headed out the door. It's worth noting that I briefly contemplated making a pot for my still sleeping husband but decided against it.
I get in the car and realize I'm almost out of gas and secretly pat myself on the back for getting out of the house early (thanks for not making that thoughtful pot of coffee!) with enough time to stop at the gas station before my class. Now I normally go to the Shell station across from my house, but for some reason today, I decide to go to the Mobil station down the road.
I pull into the station, get out of the car and start pumping gas. A while later the pump clicks off and I pull the nozzle out of the car. As I pull the nozzle out of the car gas starts spraying everywhere. I'm not talking a trickle here. Full on garden hose gas nozzle. Seeing as I haven't had my coffee yet, it takes me what feels like an hour to get the situation settled. I even tried to stick the nozzle back in the car until I could figure out how to make it stop. In case you were wondering, that did not work. After I finally dislodge the trigger and make the gas stop I realize how very NOT like the scene in Zoolander that was, but do realize the very real danger of going up in flames without an orange mocha frappucchino.
I, soaked in gasoline, walk into the station to alert the flunkies at the register that there's gas all over and that the trigger must have been stuck and gas was flowing well after the machine stopped tallying my gas charge and indicated that there was no longer gas flowing into my vehicle. They looked at me like I was some mongoloid who doesn't know how to pump gas. Honestly, who would do that on purpose? There was gas EVERYWHERE! Not just on the ground but on my car, and more importantly, on me. And not just on me, all over me.
At this point I hop back into the car, open the windows and sulkily drive home wreaking of petrol only to strip down at the door, throw all clothing items into the wash immediately (including shoes) and take what turned into a 40 minute shower. Threw all bath mats and towels into the wash after the clothes were done (thankfully they were done shortly after I took the worlds longest shower) because I just could not get the smell of gas out of my system. At this point I can't help but think this is some sort of sick joke because I didn't make that thoughtful pot of coffee, but then I realize that had I taken my yoga class and showered at work, I would have forgotten my deodorant and makeup bag and would have been nasty mc nast nast at work all day so I guess there's a silver lining here. Thanks be to the God of deodorant and foundation that kept me from being the ugly smelly girl at work today. Now I'm the well coiffed and thoroughly makeup'ed girl who is paranoid she smells like gasoline...
I get in the car and realize I'm almost out of gas and secretly pat myself on the back for getting out of the house early (thanks for not making that thoughtful pot of coffee!) with enough time to stop at the gas station before my class. Now I normally go to the Shell station across from my house, but for some reason today, I decide to go to the Mobil station down the road.
I pull into the station, get out of the car and start pumping gas. A while later the pump clicks off and I pull the nozzle out of the car. As I pull the nozzle out of the car gas starts spraying everywhere. I'm not talking a trickle here. Full on garden hose gas nozzle. Seeing as I haven't had my coffee yet, it takes me what feels like an hour to get the situation settled. I even tried to stick the nozzle back in the car until I could figure out how to make it stop. In case you were wondering, that did not work. After I finally dislodge the trigger and make the gas stop I realize how very NOT like the scene in Zoolander that was, but do realize the very real danger of going up in flames without an orange mocha frappucchino.
I, soaked in gasoline, walk into the station to alert the flunkies at the register that there's gas all over and that the trigger must have been stuck and gas was flowing well after the machine stopped tallying my gas charge and indicated that there was no longer gas flowing into my vehicle. They looked at me like I was some mongoloid who doesn't know how to pump gas. Honestly, who would do that on purpose? There was gas EVERYWHERE! Not just on the ground but on my car, and more importantly, on me. And not just on me, all over me.
At this point I hop back into the car, open the windows and sulkily drive home wreaking of petrol only to strip down at the door, throw all clothing items into the wash immediately (including shoes) and take what turned into a 40 minute shower. Threw all bath mats and towels into the wash after the clothes were done (thankfully they were done shortly after I took the worlds longest shower) because I just could not get the smell of gas out of my system. At this point I can't help but think this is some sort of sick joke because I didn't make that thoughtful pot of coffee, but then I realize that had I taken my yoga class and showered at work, I would have forgotten my deodorant and makeup bag and would have been nasty mc nast nast at work all day so I guess there's a silver lining here. Thanks be to the God of deodorant and foundation that kept me from being the ugly smelly girl at work today. Now I'm the well coiffed and thoroughly makeup'ed girl who is paranoid she smells like gasoline...
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
A good day for a good day
I woke up 30 minutes before my alarm today to a puppy nose in my face. Seeing as I went to bed without a puppy on my bed, this was a lovely surprise. After about 15 minutes of chin scratchies and nose nuzzles, I decided to get out of bed and make my husband coffee before I left for yoga.
After a very zen and sweaty yoga class complete with my first successful inversion in months (woo!) I think I actually noticed a tiny muscle just barely visible in the bicep area. Here's to little victories!
Now I'm off to eat the breakfast I brought in (and didn't buy from the work cafe - another small victory) and to rock out another successful day at work.
Weepy eye is still in effect so the Warby Parkers are out and about today for the first time at the new job. Luckily its a bit overcast so hopefully I won't crash and burn on my way home tonight.
Someone woke up a winner and put on her big girl pants this morning. Hoorah
After a very zen and sweaty yoga class complete with my first successful inversion in months (woo!) I think I actually noticed a tiny muscle just barely visible in the bicep area. Here's to little victories!
Now I'm off to eat the breakfast I brought in (and didn't buy from the work cafe - another small victory) and to rock out another successful day at work.
Weepy eye is still in effect so the Warby Parkers are out and about today for the first time at the new job. Luckily its a bit overcast so hopefully I won't crash and burn on my way home tonight.
Someone woke up a winner and put on her big girl pants this morning. Hoorah
Monday, August 13, 2012
A watery goodbye
So I was super sad to leave Rhode Island. It was tons of fun and my cousin's baby is the freaking cutest. I mean seriously, he makes me want to procreate. No fair! Baby shenanigans! But I wasn't teary eyed because we were heading home. For some reason, I blame Bryan's Heady Topper-induced gas, my right eye has been tearing up since Friday! Now, don't get me wrong, it's not oozy and gross or anything, but there's definitely something going on over there in right eye land. Unfortunately, bright office lighting, 35 inch computer screens and QA-ing websites all day are not helping.
As I approach my first wedding anniversary I'd better not have some conjunctive eye shit going on. Nothing says I plan to love you for 70 years more like eye herpes.
As I approach my first wedding anniversary I'd better not have some conjunctive eye shit going on. Nothing says I plan to love you for 70 years more like eye herpes.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Rainy day shenanigans
We left the beach as a storm was rolling in and returned to puppy playtime and porch beers while the storm made its way to Rhode Island.
As the sideways rain commenced, we pulled out the board games. The first game up was Ticket to Ride, the 2004 German Game of the Year. Long story short, this game is amazing. You build railroads along the US while screwing over your friends and learning geography along the way.
Next up was Cards Against Humanity. It's like Apples to Apples but way dirtier and way funnier. Some examples below...
As the sideways rain commenced, we pulled out the board games. The first game up was Ticket to Ride, the 2004 German Game of the Year. Long story short, this game is amazing. You build railroads along the US while screwing over your friends and learning geography along the way.
Next up was Cards Against Humanity. It's like Apples to Apples but way dirtier and way funnier. Some examples below...
Ok beach, you win this round
As mentioned yesterday, the whole beach ideal usually outweighs the very real negatives. Because of this, we went to the beach again yesterday.
I have to say, it wasn't bad this time! The wind was cool, the sun was out but it was still a little cloudy and glorious out.
Here's the scoreboard:
*Beer on the beach +1 point
*The worlds most amazing beach umbrella +1 point
*Top staying put +1 point
*Skinny mcbigboobs returns to the beach -1 point
*Looking slimmer after a night of serious stomach issues +1 point
*Jellyfish sighting -5
Even with the jellyfish, it was a good day!
I have to say, it wasn't bad this time! The wind was cool, the sun was out but it was still a little cloudy and glorious out.
Here's the scoreboard:
*Beer on the beach +1 point
*The worlds most amazing beach umbrella +1 point
*Top staying put +1 point
*Skinny mcbigboobs returns to the beach -1 point
*Looking slimmer after a night of serious stomach issues +1 point
*Jellyfish sighting -5
Even with the jellyfish, it was a good day!
Thursday, August 9, 2012
A beach bitch
Today we went to the beach. I hate everything about the beach, except the thought of a perfect beach day, which is strong enough to keep me going back for more punishment.
Packing for the beach sucks. Walking in sand sucks. Laying in sand sucks. Getting salt water in your eyes sucks balls. Getting sand in your vajay sucks even worse.
And then there are the people at the beach. I'm still not sure which is worse, the beautiful skinny assholes that make me look bad, or the super gross people that make themselves look bad.
On one hand, people like being surrounded by attractive people. Yes I know this is horrible and vapid but it's true. If it wasn't true cities like NY and LA wouldn't exist. Anyway, on the other hand, super skinny jerks who look awesome in bathing suits make hate myself and my love of carbs. Fuck you skinny jerkwads. I love beer and potatoes. I'm going to hang out in the gross section and slowly become their queen.
On top of that, I have a serious fear of things that live in the ocean and their ability to touch me when I'm in it. And for showing my boobs in public. Both fears came true today.
While swimming, and by swimming I mean standing in the water and peeing, with my cousin, she was pinched by a crab, and then we saw a 10lb tuna that had a huge fucking bite taken out of it. Not kidding you. That shit was huge and still alive but quickly dying. Luckily we left when some locals convinced the lifeguard on duty to stab and fillet the fish on the beach while their kids watched. I really wish I was joking.
Oh yeah, and on my way into the water I stood up after having had enough wine to take off my cover up in front of the dozen skinny bitches to my immediate left and my top just popped right off. In hindsight, I should have taken that as a sign that no good would come of me going into God's spittoon and that I should stay on land near the wine.
Packing for the beach sucks. Walking in sand sucks. Laying in sand sucks. Getting salt water in your eyes sucks balls. Getting sand in your vajay sucks even worse.
And then there are the people at the beach. I'm still not sure which is worse, the beautiful skinny assholes that make me look bad, or the super gross people that make themselves look bad.
On one hand, people like being surrounded by attractive people. Yes I know this is horrible and vapid but it's true. If it wasn't true cities like NY and LA wouldn't exist. Anyway, on the other hand, super skinny jerks who look awesome in bathing suits make hate myself and my love of carbs. Fuck you skinny jerkwads. I love beer and potatoes. I'm going to hang out in the gross section and slowly become their queen.
On top of that, I have a serious fear of things that live in the ocean and their ability to touch me when I'm in it. And for showing my boobs in public. Both fears came true today.
While swimming, and by swimming I mean standing in the water and peeing, with my cousin, she was pinched by a crab, and then we saw a 10lb tuna that had a huge fucking bite taken out of it. Not kidding you. That shit was huge and still alive but quickly dying. Luckily we left when some locals convinced the lifeguard on duty to stab and fillet the fish on the beach while their kids watched. I really wish I was joking.
Oh yeah, and on my way into the water I stood up after having had enough wine to take off my cover up in front of the dozen skinny bitches to my immediate left and my top just popped right off. In hindsight, I should have taken that as a sign that no good would come of me going into God's spittoon and that I should stay on land near the wine.
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