And since I’m posting…
Let this be my personal little reminder so I can bring you all the news that’s fit to print. Ha. That’s why I have my own personal web blog here, so I can put whatever I want out there and no one can tell me it’s stupid. Well, you can tell me it’s stupid but I don’t have to approve the comment.
Looking back on some of my other stuff…I have music, sushi, exercise, mysterious dish soap in a bowl on a table, quotes, words, commercials we like, Pat Tomasulo stuff, Germany, pie!…
This is turning into a grocery list. (It’s all for you sister…haha) Speaking of groceries, I was supposed to go get some—all part of the healthy eating initiative I started again—but, alas, the internet got me and it’s too late to go out and then make something. We’ll just have to get something from the fast food world. Darn. I will be running again tomorrow so it should be fine. (I ran yesterday–3 miles! I just wanted to put that out there! And I’m falling in love with hard boiled eggs again. Gross.) I also need to get to the laundry, another plan for the day since I am not going to study, but that didn’t happen either. Interesting note about the jeans I have on. I noticed that all of my pants are getting kind of snug (hence the new plan) plus, my scrub top is getting a little too scrubby and snuggy, so I start working out and I swear, my pants feel even tighter! What the?? Oh well, my son is hovering over me to finish this up because he can’t do his homework in a timely manner when that tv is on…so I better go. Sixth grade should only be done once in your life…
SuperFastUpdateForTheSeventeenPeopleStill
Following This Mess…Even though there is NOTHING new to read. I mean, I like my writing style, and I think that I am pretty interesting, and there is alot of stuff in past posts that you should totally check out…but I am straying off my original path here….
Since I had a comment (thanks Jesse!) I thought I’d throw down a few words and let the last of November fade out with a quick update.
This is week 15 out of 16 in the nursing program. Two more weeks and a Final. I am hanging in there to say the very least. My grades are fine, but the stress is going to give ME a disorder. I have dreams every night about what I read (tomorrow is ostomy care so…maybe I should just stay up…)
Nutrition has been the focus for the last few weeks…it is interesting and VAST. I cannot dream about vitamins and beriberi and rickets one more night! I used to laugh at my ex-father-in-law and his beriberi comments as excuse to call in sick, but not anymore. I thought he was making it up! It’s not as funny when you have to actually know what it is!! And then identify it in an application question about thiamine or niacin or B6 with staggering walk and mental confusion….see?? Remember in Down and Out in Beverly Hills when Nick Nolte grabs the grapefruit off the tree and says, “Don’t want to get scurvy!” He’s not kidding. Same thing. I see this learning-stuff everywhere! It’s terrible!
However, it has made me more aware of my diet and my family’s diet, and guess what?? It sucks. We are flabby and unhealthy. We eat poorly and we don’t exercise enough. So, I am inviting you, along with me and the kids and BF, to jump on my bandwagon. Check out this site:
Go to the My Pyramid Tracker portion of it and start calculating that food and energy. Let’s really do something next year for our health. I mean, if it really blows that bad you can always just quit and eat chips and junk again!
It’s a cool site, really. Very helpful. All about the food pyramid and guides for healthy choices. It takes some time and effort to make it work for you, but believe me, I had to use it for a graded assignment and I spent lots of time, back and forth, tweaking the thing. My family can testify to the choice words I may have uttered (shouted screamed yelled) but in the end…Pass. Satisfactory.
Also in honor of better health, I started running again. I stopped after the 5 Mile. Ran every few days to weeks, but nothing in the last month, until Saturday. Do I pace myself? Take it slow? Easy? 30 minutes, maybe a few miles? Oh No! I go full out five mile run for 65 minutes. (Not a great time, but let’s see how long any of you would do after a month break) And then to top it off I go do some sit-ups and arm exercises. You know, gain all that fitness back in one giant shot. HA. FAIL.
I can barely walk 2 days later. Stairs are excruciating, especially down. Why is that? I should probably know huh? Oh well, we ain’t on muscle disease and disorders yet…I blame my sister Amanda. We were supposed to be running together but she got all preggers with another kid and now we can’t do that. Thanks alot babymaker. Heehee.
Anyhoo, that’s all for now. I have to go back to studying. The ball keeps rolling and I like to stay ahead of it. Check out that site. Check out my stuff and stay tuned! I have some really awesome playlists to catch us all up on. Perfect for getting back into shape with and just rocking out. (Rocking out…what a nerd!) I also found more money! Nothing spectacular like twenty bucks, but change and stuff. Also we have sushi pics (I know there is at least one person out there who likes to look and tell me what I’m eating! Thanks to you-know-who-you-are!) And what else…I think I have Challenger pics and some other stuff on my phone that I can’t think of right now. You know me. I’ll get all the useless info out there for ya. I’m a giver. I also have some serious stuff too…for real. I wish I had enough time to do it justice. I will in about three weeks. For now, let me just say:
Good luck Scotta! You are the bravest woman I know! Keep fighting the good fight and do not lose that sense of humor. You rock! We are sending out all the love and strength in the world to you!
Alright. I have to attach some kind of pictures because these are just too many words. Talk to you all on the other side.
You have to ask yourself, "What could this be?? And why did she post it??" Best guess gets a shout out...and an explanation to follow later.
Drum Pad Post
The boy is in the band. Playing drums. This is a practice pad. I wouldn’t normally post such a plain thing like this, (I would), but it was the presentation as a whole that makes it worthy(er).
The BF went to the music store and texted us a picture to make sure it was the right kind. The picture is fine, it was the words along with it that earned its spot here. It could be just me…
And, fyi, Mason is getting REALLY good at playing. He’s musical.
As texted to me: Dbl sided bouncy and firm thirty dollars alternate 8inch single side bouncy twelve dollars
Back to boring old me.
Dang Nabbit…I wish it would rain here already so I have an excuse for not leaving the house and running again…It’s getting to be 2 pm Chicago time and the storms I was promised this morning have yet to show up. Good Lord I might have to actually get up and go out!
Bugger, I’m tired and sore. I pushed it on through yesterday and ran five whole miles. Not a lot to some, I know, but I’m a novice here. Amateur athlete, with loose use of the term “athlete”. I have the Scenic 5 in September and this was my first run at that distance. (I’ve run farther before but that was way before, and not relevant to this time period in my life). It took a little over an hour. I guess that’s not too bad. I will be happy for the race if I complete it under one hour. That’s my goal. I felt really good running too. I thought I was going at a good pace, but when I got to the end of the trail I run, it’s only 3.6 miles, and I realized I would have to go past the car and keep running as if to do it twice, I got all psyched out and quivery. Then I felt heavy and hot and thought I should just stop. I don’t HAVE to run five miles this very minute. So, I kept going, sloppily, but I logged the miles. Then I was sore all night. Ate a very healthy dinner. Nothing extra. (But still didn’t lose any weight! In fact I gained a pound from last week! Tumor?? Too soon to tell.)
And if you come back later, I’ll share my last and final post about the Warrior Dash. My sister’s mud camera pictures came out pretty good and there are a couple of horrendous pictures of my giant ass going over the wall that I will be willing to post here strictly for the pure hilarity they provide. I wish I was exaggerating even a little. If you can’t laugh at yourself you can always laugh at me!
Anyway, I guess since the weather isn’t cooperating, I better get out there. I’m only doing the 3.6 today so it shouldn’t be too bad.
I have a music list to share also!! It has been a really long time since I posted one. I go in waves with stuff like that. I am currently out-of-love with my I-Pod and music in general. But I needed something to get my ass around that track. This is what I used. If you run at my pace (slow) it will play the exact amount of time you will need for a five mile run! I shuffle it and keep running….Let’s call it the, “5-Mile Shuffle“ Music List!
Huh. You Tube has everything. Video of a song I have on my “running” playlist. Didn’t know.
Sorry. I’m a little late to the whole Pixie’s thing…
Warriors! You need a playlist! One more time for luck!
This is my music for Warrior Dash! This is what I used to stay motivated and keep running. Maybe it will help you too! Let’s post it one more time before the race!
Play it, change it, rearrange it; Add it, delete it, use it as you need it. Good Luck to all! See you Saturday morning!! We are the Warriors!
I hate getting older.
I know this is jumping on the wagon really late but I want it out of my head and I haven’t had the time to purge. So here it is just a few weeks late.
It totally sucks when people you grew up watching on TV (console, with wood trim, pretty 70’s) and listening to on the radio (extremely generic, but totally gigantic, “boom box”), get sick and pass away, either after a long illness, Farrah, or suddenly, Michael. Or even MORE suddenly, Billy Mays! What a sad day!
Not that anyone cares about my opinion or thoughts, there are about a kazillion people writing about this at any moment, but I still thought I’d throw out some memories, if not for myself, maybe for my kids or sisters, who share some of them with me.
Ladies first. When I was little, like 8 or 9, obviously, I had a bedtime and TV restrictions. I was not allowed to watch racy shows like Soap, and I had to go to bed early on school nights. My very favorite show was “Charlie’s Angels.” Pretty much like every girl my age at the time. It was the original of course, Sabrina, Kelly and Jill (and then with super-cool Kris! My fav). But it came on after my bedtime! So I worked out a deal with my parents to stay up, just that one night per week, to watch that show. I am sure I had to swear on a stack of Bibles that I would get up the next day with no complaints and I probably had to do extra chores and help with my sisters and brother, but it was worth it! Lord help me, it was totally worth it! I would think of all kinds of crazy ways I could get that white Cobra Mustang with blue stripes. We used to pretend to be Charlie’s Angels at school, running all over the place pretending to be sexy, gun-wielding, private detectives, solving crazy, ridiculous crimes. We probably looked very silly, but everyone did that, I came to find out years later from my friend Mary F., who is a totally cool chick that has colorful hair, super-style clothes, rides motorcycles and loved Charlie’s Angels too! I followed it all the way to the Tanya Roberts (“Sheena, Queen of the Jungle”) period, and then…the teens hit, and I dropped all my sitcom love for… music!
Now, I have to admit that I remember where I was when the “Thriller“ video premiered. It was quite a momentous occasion in the life of us suburban teenagers discovering all the cool new stuff in life. We, my family, actually didn’t have cable at the time, so we were at the neighbors house in their very beautiful, finished basement with leather couches and a big TV and a stereo system…it was very swank! It was dark and cool and we waited and waited. MTV at the time was very different than what it is today. This was a big deal. Videos, were a big deal. No internet. And when it came on, we were just amazed and blown away! What an event! And I got to see it. It was long and exciting. And when it was over…seriously…I can’t remember what I did! I’m sure we talked about it and tried to remember the words. Maybe we recorded it on these new, fancy, VCR things. Giant boxes with giant tapes that could take stuff off the tv and keep it forever. Or until the tape melted into a static-y, grey blur! Ha!
At any rate, Michael was BIG! I wasn’t even his biggest fan. My sister Noelle was. I mean, crazy, big, fan. Each summer we got to go shopping with my mom and get summer clothes, shorts and t-shirts, new gym shoes, etc. Nothing fancy. It was a K-Mart trip so we aren’t talking high fashion here. But this particular year, and I’m sure I have a picture somewhere that I will scan and post, my sister bought every stitch of her summer “wardrobe” with Michael Jackson designs. Shirts with sparkles and glitter and shine with his face, his hand, his body dancing, his GLOVE! Hand to God, I swear I can’t believe my mother let her, she bought the Michael Jackson GLOVE It was white and sparkly and it was just ONE! She LOVED that glove and those clothes. Wore them EVERY SINGLE DAY without fail. And once, when we were goofing around, I spilled chocolate milk on one of her Michael Jackson shirts and I thought she would kill me. There was screaming and tears and hysterics over this. I ruined the shirt and the stain would never come out!!! I do feel bad now. She really did love those clothes. I think the shirt was fine in the end though.
Besides that doesn’t even compare to the really mean thing I did later in the summer to my OTHER sister, Amanda (also I big fan, but younger and more gullible). I told her that Quincy Jones called the house to find kids to be in Michael Jackson’s next video. I even explained, that since school was out, he had to call parents at home, to try and recruit…you know in case she got suspicious. I said that Quincy needed alot of kids and that they would not only meet Michael Jackson but he would be coming to OUR house to have the tryouts in person! So after I convinced HER…she went on to tell all her friends. And of course they all wanted to be in the video too. It was quite the hilarious joke until the friends parents started calling my mom to find out if this was true, and when and where, etc., etc. Everyone was all excited, but my mom was confused. Sucks to be me. Now I had to tell that I made it all up, AND I had to tell all her friends too. Many more tears and heartache…I think I even got grounded for that one. But all these years later, we do laugh. Even though I keep forgetting which sister I did it too. Amanda is always more than happy to let me think it was NOT her.
Updated. Last story. I can’t believe I left it off. My children. They are 10 and 11. They just “discovered” Michael Jackson in the last year or so. I will admit to any and all that it was via Weird “Al” Yankovic, but still. It counts. His parodies led them to the originals, plus more, which they instantly added to their favs. Once I turned them on to the videos…forget it. Played over and over and over…The music has been here waiting for them, which is awesome but it drags on the adults who have grown up listening to it. It is an amazing thing about kids, one of my favorite things about having them actually, is how all the old stuff is BRAND NEW to them, and they are so excited to have found this and they want to share and share with everyone and it makes you really listen to it all again with new ears. And it’s even better when you realize that it really was pretty good.
Their favorite song and video, both agreed, is “Black & White.”
The Billy Mays thing just throws me all off. Seriously. I don’t know why this particular death made me feel worse.
Do you ever notice sometimes how a certain “celebrity” death feels like a personal loss? Complete strangers die every second of every day…someone you loved maybe died at the same moment as one of these “famous” people and you may feel bad, but you just can’t spare the time in your more urgent grief. Maybe you didn’t even know. Why would you? Ugh, this kind of thinking can lead to all sorts of sad roads that we try not to think about because how can you without wanting to run out and try to save the whole world or just crawl in a cave somewhere and hide?
I felt genuinely sad for Mr. Mays and his family. I didn’t know him or his people at all, but I liked him. And my kids liked him. The very last thing we watched on TV right before they left for Kentucky was “Pitchmen“. His inventor/promotion show. It was the one with the cereal bowl that keeps your cereal crunchy forever (the prototype looked like a giant dog bowl) and the Gator Wipers that take off every bug in the world from your vehicle windshield. They were doing a commercial for it with a custom made bug-gun and Billy’s son was upset about the giant bucket of bugs being sacrificed for technology and he took the bucket and ran off with it and all the bugs inside! Then they showed Billy shooting his next commercial, in his own house no less, wearing a suit of armor, and being silly. And it just seems so sad, and such a reminder, that every day is a good day, and no one gets promised anything more.
And that’s pretty much it for the super-fan anecdotes.
I know there are memorials being planned and magazines devoting entire issues to their life and times, but I’m not going to read or see any of that. I don’t want to mourn collectively, it never seems serious enough. It’s not a party to go to, and the people who are truly there to offer support always get crowded out by the people who just want to be on TV.
OxiClean.com really did it the best. Rest in Peace.
I’ll shut up now.
Find the New York Coffee Cup / Bringing Out The Dead
Nothing will keep you in the house for the entire weekend like a free preview of every movie station on cable television. It’s ridiculous. It’s 90 degrees outside and my butt has barely moved from the couch. I need to exercise. I need to do laundry. I need to study.
I’m going to do a separate post of all the movies I got to see these last few days and give some reviews, but this is the only one with the NY Coffee Cup. And I even found video. Thank you, You Tube!
This is one of my all time favorite movies. It’s one of the reasons I became an EMT. Check out the clips, but see the whole movie when you can. You will not be disappointed. It’s directed by Martin Scorsese. Nic Cage, John Goodman, Tom Sizemore, Ving Rhames, Patricia Arquette, and more are in it. And it has a killer soundtrack. SEE THIS MOVIE!
You have to keep the body going until the brain and heart recover enough to go on their own.
Here’s the first clip. Skip to the 6:10 mark and take a big drink.
And here it is again. At the 4:10 mark is the coffee cup cameos, but the whole clip is good. This should raise interest enough for the whole flick.
just shy of pretty 