Crap! I have been sick and almost forgot the gym update! Thanks for the reminder NT!
I went to the gym 3 times last week! Yay – I did what I said I would. Next week’s update will probably be kind of lame since I have been sick and am not sure when I will be able to get back to the gym.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Weekly Gym Updates
I am now highly motivated to lose some weight and get into better shape. I am totally inspired by one of my friends who is super dedicated to getting in shape and she is doing a great job. You know who you are! If I can do half as well as she is I will be really happy.
Last week I went to the gym three times and that is my goal from now on. I am also going to try to take walks on the days I am not at the gym. At my gym I get weighed and measured on the 16th of every month.
Every Monday check back here for a progress report. It should look something like this:
I went to the gym 3 times last week!
Every month on the 16th, look for a blog post like this:
This month I lost:
x pounds
x total inches
x percent body fat
Every Monday check back here for a progress report. It should look something like this:
I went to the gym 3 times last week!
Every month on the 16th, look for a blog post like this:
This month I lost:
x pounds
x total inches
x percent body fat
Friday, January 19, 2007
Work
Rarely ever do I post twice in one day, but I think this needs to be shared.
I just arrived 10 minutes early to a meeting. The conference room we booked was dark so I figured I would just wait in there. I open the door and there was a man sleeping on the conference room table. I was so shocked! All I could say was "Oh, I'm sorry to wake you - I'm early for my meeting. Go back to sleep." All in a motherly voice. So strange.
I just arrived 10 minutes early to a meeting. The conference room we booked was dark so I figured I would just wait in there. I open the door and there was a man sleeping on the conference room table. I was so shocked! All I could say was "Oh, I'm sorry to wake you - I'm early for my meeting. Go back to sleep." All in a motherly voice. So strange.
Nightmares
In January of 1997 two girls that I went to school with and their parents were murdered. Two boys that I went to school with were arrested, tried and convicted of the murders.
I haven't thought about this much in the past ten years but last night I had nightmares about it. They were really vivid and seemed to last all night. The strangest thing is that in my nightmares there was a third person involved in the killings. Not a nameless, faceless, third person - a real third person that I know by name. Very odd.
I haven't thought about this much in the past ten years but last night I had nightmares about it. They were really vivid and seemed to last all night. The strangest thing is that in my nightmares there was a third person involved in the killings. Not a nameless, faceless, third person - a real third person that I know by name. Very odd.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Video: The Hunt for the Pacific Northwest Abe Yeti
As promised - you can now watch Abe in his medium screen debut!
I would like to dedicate this movie to Bri, the skeptic and Brent, the like-minded Canadian!
P.S. It is a large file so you might need to pause it at the beginning and let it load completely (dark gray bar) before watching it. It's so much better when it's not interrupted.
You can also watch Take 1 here.
I would like to dedicate this movie to Bri, the skeptic and Brent, the like-minded Canadian!
P.S. It is a large file so you might need to pause it at the beginning and let it load completely (dark gray bar) before watching it. It's so much better when it's not interrupted.
You can also watch Take 1 here.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Miscellaneous
I know I promised some of you a very exciting movie (dedicated to Bri) on my blog today. Well, I am working on it, but it’s not going to happen today. I need to upload the video to YouTube but they have a 100 MB file size limit and the video is 104 MB. Have no fear, I will figure out a way to share the video with you all.
For now, please enjoy this sunset photo that I took from our back yard one evening a few weeks ago.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Charity
I was watching "The Fabulous Life of..." on VH1 and they had a segment on Warren Buffett - the second richest man in the world who in 2006 had a net worth of 47 billion dollars.
Did you know that in 2006 Warren Buffett donated 37 BILLION dollars to charity? That was just one single donation - the single largest philanthropic gift in history. 31 billion of that went to the Bill & Melinda Gates foundation. Bill said that with that donation there was a really good chance that the 20 most deadly diseases in the world could be cured.
What could 37 billion buy you?
Did you know that in 2006 Warren Buffett donated 37 BILLION dollars to charity? That was just one single donation - the single largest philanthropic gift in history. 31 billion of that went to the Bill & Melinda Gates foundation. Bill said that with that donation there was a really good chance that the 20 most deadly diseases in the world could be cured.
What could 37 billion buy you?
- Every franchise in the NFL.
- 18 space shuttles.
- The Sears tower - 37 times over.
- Every single home in the state of Delaware.
December Announcements
Oops - I fell behind on my announcements!
Happy Birthday to:
BB - 12/6
Fuzzy - 12/24 (my cat)
SG - 12/29
Oaf - 12/31
Happy Birthday to:
BB - 12/6
Fuzzy - 12/24 (my cat)
SG - 12/29
Oaf - 12/31
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Ladies Night
What do you get when you mix 3 ladies, 4 bottles of champagne, some wine and some vodka? This night:
Bri, CK and I celebrated ladies night - or as my husband calls it, Dirty Ho Night - on Friday. We had a great time.
We started out at my house with a round of champagne and then went to the hotel that we booked and drank more champagne. Then it was off to the Crab Pot for dinner and drinks and then over to the hot tub (yes, the one we have permission to use, not the one we have to jump the fence for) for more champagne and some vodka. That might be a little out of order but it's close and my recall is a little fuzzy - must have been all those bubbles in the champagne.
After getting out of the hot tub we were in no shape to drive so we left the car and headed out on foot to my house to check on my husband because he had knee surgery a week earlier and I wanted to make sure that he hadn't fallen and if he had that he wasn't stuck on the ground like in those commercials. Ladies – yes I know checking on your husband is a big no-no and totally goes against the point of ladies night but I figured we could make an exception because of the surgery. Bri said to make an excuse like “I forgot my contact solution” but I didn’t.
We arrive at my house and we all stumble in and check on DK. He was watching TV and in good condition. Bri did a little dance for him, talked some gibberish and we grabbed a lantern and a few drinks for the road.
There is a trail that connects my neighborhood to the main road in town where the hotel is so we headed off down the trail with our lantern and roadie-soadies as my Canadian friend calls drinks to go. By this time it’s about 1:30 or so.
I have 3 problems when I get drunk:
1) Doing doughnuts in parking lots. (I quit doing this since it is bad to be behind the wheel of a car even in a deserted parking lot after drinking.)
2) Breaking things on purpose, usually glass bottles. (Not in an angry way, just because breaking things is fun!)
3) Mooning people and cars.
As we make our way to the hotel I start mooning passing cars because hey – it’s fun and I am drunk. I moon a few cars and they would honk or hoot at me and it was all in good fun. Then I see another car about a block away and I am getting ready to drop trou when I notice that it has what appear to be lights on the top of it. Once it was a little closer, about a half a block away I could see it clearly – a cop. Luckily I noticed it before exposing my bright white ass to Officer What’sHisName and ditched my drink in the bushes. He didn’t even stop and we continued on to the hotel for a good nights sleep.
We arrive at the hotel and we are walking to our room and Bri lost her balance and CRASHED into someone else’s door with a LOUD bang.
The next morning we woke up still drunk and feeling like shit. Bri and I decide to go down to the continental breakfast room for a snack. All we wanted was a bagel. Do they have bagels? No. They have a bagel cutter and cream cheese but no bagels. So we settled for waffles, the kind your make yourself on the flipping waffle iron. Bri’s waffle didn’t turn out so well and she was mangling it trying to get it out of the waffle iron. We were laughing so hard and we just couldn’t stop. Everyone, especially this one grumpy lady was staring at us and some 10 year old girl was trying to explain to us how to get the waffle out of the waffle iron.
Classic.
Bri, CK and I celebrated ladies night - or as my husband calls it, Dirty Ho Night - on Friday. We had a great time.
We started out at my house with a round of champagne and then went to the hotel that we booked and drank more champagne. Then it was off to the Crab Pot for dinner and drinks and then over to the hot tub (yes, the one we have permission to use, not the one we have to jump the fence for) for more champagne and some vodka. That might be a little out of order but it's close and my recall is a little fuzzy - must have been all those bubbles in the champagne.
After getting out of the hot tub we were in no shape to drive so we left the car and headed out on foot to my house to check on my husband because he had knee surgery a week earlier and I wanted to make sure that he hadn't fallen and if he had that he wasn't stuck on the ground like in those commercials. Ladies – yes I know checking on your husband is a big no-no and totally goes against the point of ladies night but I figured we could make an exception because of the surgery. Bri said to make an excuse like “I forgot my contact solution” but I didn’t.
We arrive at my house and we all stumble in and check on DK. He was watching TV and in good condition. Bri did a little dance for him, talked some gibberish and we grabbed a lantern and a few drinks for the road.
There is a trail that connects my neighborhood to the main road in town where the hotel is so we headed off down the trail with our lantern and roadie-soadies as my Canadian friend calls drinks to go. By this time it’s about 1:30 or so.
I have 3 problems when I get drunk:
1) Doing doughnuts in parking lots. (I quit doing this since it is bad to be behind the wheel of a car even in a deserted parking lot after drinking.)
2) Breaking things on purpose, usually glass bottles. (Not in an angry way, just because breaking things is fun!)
3) Mooning people and cars.
As we make our way to the hotel I start mooning passing cars because hey – it’s fun and I am drunk. I moon a few cars and they would honk or hoot at me and it was all in good fun. Then I see another car about a block away and I am getting ready to drop trou when I notice that it has what appear to be lights on the top of it. Once it was a little closer, about a half a block away I could see it clearly – a cop. Luckily I noticed it before exposing my bright white ass to Officer What’sHisName and ditched my drink in the bushes. He didn’t even stop and we continued on to the hotel for a good nights sleep.
We arrive at the hotel and we are walking to our room and Bri lost her balance and CRASHED into someone else’s door with a LOUD bang.
The next morning we woke up still drunk and feeling like shit. Bri and I decide to go down to the continental breakfast room for a snack. All we wanted was a bagel. Do they have bagels? No. They have a bagel cutter and cream cheese but no bagels. So we settled for waffles, the kind your make yourself on the flipping waffle iron. Bri’s waffle didn’t turn out so well and she was mangling it trying to get it out of the waffle iron. We were laughing so hard and we just couldn’t stop. Everyone, especially this one grumpy lady was staring at us and some 10 year old girl was trying to explain to us how to get the waffle out of the waffle iron.
Classic.
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