I have the jitters! Tomorrow I'm starting a diet and it's making me nervous. It isn't so much of a diet as it is healthy living, but for the kid who eats EVERYTHING in site, it's a diet. :) My friend Ashley is a nutrition/dieting genius and she has created a healthy living plan that works wonder. I know because last year I lost 50 pounds by following it! Then I promptly gained all of that weight back. No bueno. So it's summer time and I'm jumping back on the wagon. Mostly because I refuse to buy new pants. If you are interested you should check out her blog- A DAILY DOSE OF DIETING- it's great! It's got tips you can use to stay on track and things you can do to avoid pitfalls. I know that diets aren't everyone's "thing"; they aren't mine either. But this one works because really it's just a healthy lifestyle. I'm posting this picture of my previous before and after to A) serve as proof that this thing works and B) motivate me to stay the HELL away from chocolate cake. :) Wish me luck everybody! Here's to a happy, healthy, and helluva summer!
(Okay... the image won't copy over, so click HERE to see my before and after if you want.)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
What Not to Wear
Every morning I leave the house and it seems that my entire wardrobe seems to leave with me. On any given day I am toting around three different outfits. There is the fabulous black dress pant/ spaghetti perma-stained white button up combo that comes with black non-slip shoes. Then, on a separate hanger you would find a casual business combo of dress slacks with some top and high heels. And finally what I trudge out the door with every morning as I head to campus, the classic jeans and a tee shirt. Throughout the day I change clothes several times: from campus to job #1 (wearing business attire); from job #1 to job #2 (wearing server attire). The system works and it gets me from point A to point B to point C on time.
Yesterday the system failed because I woke up late. I didn't have time to gather all 800 articles of clothing so I jetted out the door and decided to leave class a little early so I could come home and get the necessary garb. It would require a really quick scene change at my apartment, but I would make it work.
2:00 p.m. rolled around and I unfurled my plan. I left class just early enough to allow me to walk to my car, drive the three blocks home, run up stairs to my apartment, and grab the serving clothes. With 20 minutes until I had to be to work, and a 30-min drive ahead of me I was more than out of time. Like a tornado I stripped off the jeans and t-shirt from "campus wear" and practically leapt into my "office wear": dress slacks and a short sleeve sweater. Out the door!
I was feeling good about things once I got to the office. Feeling productive. Happy. On top of the world. My boss came in to talk with me and as I turned my head to see her in the doorway I caught a glimpse of what looked like a seam on my shoulder. What the?
"Is my SHIRT on inside out??" I exclaimed to Tara. I automatically reached up behind my head and found the tag of my sweater waving freely. Seems out. Tags out. I looked ridiculous. Glad my boss could see this moment. Awesome. Time to be funny, make a joke of it I thought.
"Well, at least I remembered to put on pants!" I joked. As I said this I crossed my legs so I could dramatically point out how great my pants looked. Anything to draw attention away from the shirt folly. When I crossed my legs the pant leg came up just over my shoe to reveal the number one faux paus: white socks with black shoes and dress pants. I had forgotten to change my socks!!!
Great. There I sat, a vision of professionalism in an inside out sweater and white running socks. I'm willing to accept the nomination to go on What Not to Wear at any time now. In fact, my boss would really thank you for it.
Yesterday the system failed because I woke up late. I didn't have time to gather all 800 articles of clothing so I jetted out the door and decided to leave class a little early so I could come home and get the necessary garb. It would require a really quick scene change at my apartment, but I would make it work.
2:00 p.m. rolled around and I unfurled my plan. I left class just early enough to allow me to walk to my car, drive the three blocks home, run up stairs to my apartment, and grab the serving clothes. With 20 minutes until I had to be to work, and a 30-min drive ahead of me I was more than out of time. Like a tornado I stripped off the jeans and t-shirt from "campus wear" and practically leapt into my "office wear": dress slacks and a short sleeve sweater. Out the door!
I was feeling good about things once I got to the office. Feeling productive. Happy. On top of the world. My boss came in to talk with me and as I turned my head to see her in the doorway I caught a glimpse of what looked like a seam on my shoulder. What the?
"Is my SHIRT on inside out??" I exclaimed to Tara. I automatically reached up behind my head and found the tag of my sweater waving freely. Seems out. Tags out. I looked ridiculous. Glad my boss could see this moment. Awesome. Time to be funny, make a joke of it I thought.
"Well, at least I remembered to put on pants!" I joked. As I said this I crossed my legs so I could dramatically point out how great my pants looked. Anything to draw attention away from the shirt folly. When I crossed my legs the pant leg came up just over my shoe to reveal the number one faux paus: white socks with black shoes and dress pants. I had forgotten to change my socks!!!
Great. There I sat, a vision of professionalism in an inside out sweater and white running socks. I'm willing to accept the nomination to go on What Not to Wear at any time now. In fact, my boss would really thank you for it.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I Dreamed a Dream
I'm totally inspired by this. I know this is everywhere right now, but I just love it. Rock on, Susan Boyle. Rock on.
I can't embed it because it's disabled, but it's worth a jog over to YouTube to check it out. Here's to routing for the underdog....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luRmM1J1sfg
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Pandora's Box
While rocking a fever of 102 F, I lounged in my LoveSac tonight trying to nurse myself back to health. Pitiful, I know... especially for a Saturday. I discovered a new television show on ABC called Castle. Even before the opening credits I was sucked in. It's one of those crime-CSI-detective shows and it's pretty entertaining.
The episode was about murder, lying, deceit, and fear--- you know, all of the feel-good things that warm your heart. The storyline, however, was fairly suspenseful. As the TV characters played whodunnit and searched out the killer, I found myself becoming increasingly more jumpy. The pipes in the boiler room of my house lurched, and so would I. I would hear a car door slam outside and feel the compulsive urge to peak out over the window sill so I could see who was coming. Every shadow was someone in my house. Every noise was a call to arms. What was happening to me???
I finished the episode and peeled myself from my nest to punch the off button on the television. Needing to calm down from my hours worth of P.I. work, I decided to take a bath. Somewhere in my quarter century's worth of experience I've heard that it helps fevers. I was hoping it would also help with jitters. As I let the bath water run I creeped around my apartment, checking door locks and turning on lights. Indeed, a bath would calm me down and I sank hopefully into the water.
After a few minutes of attempted R&R in the tub I added more hot water to the bath. After being satisfied with the adjusted temperature I reached my toes up to the water knob to turn it off and was immediately inundated with one idea: I am Michelle Pfeifer and this is What Lies Beneath! Bathtubs, ghosts, murderous relationships. This was not a good idea!
I decided to avert my eyes from the mediated memories coming from the tub faucet and turned my gaze upward in an attempt to relax. As I looked up at the showerhead I pictured one thing in my mind's eye: spiders! Spiders crawling out of the showerhead... this was just like Arachnophobia!
My skin was crawling and I had to get out. I pulled the drain and grabbed for my towel. As I did I heard the advertisement on the radio..."A husband thought he had committed the perfect murder... " The ominous segment advertised Pioneer Memorial Theatre's newest show: Dial M for Murder. Great. So much for FM100 playing "soft hits with less talk".
For those of you wondering why I refuse to watch scary movies anymore, let this be my solemn writ and testament. I hate you Hollywood.
Sweet dreams everybody...
The episode was about murder, lying, deceit, and fear--- you know, all of the feel-good things that warm your heart. The storyline, however, was fairly suspenseful. As the TV characters played whodunnit and searched out the killer, I found myself becoming increasingly more jumpy. The pipes in the boiler room of my house lurched, and so would I. I would hear a car door slam outside and feel the compulsive urge to peak out over the window sill so I could see who was coming. Every shadow was someone in my house. Every noise was a call to arms. What was happening to me???
I finished the episode and peeled myself from my nest to punch the off button on the television. Needing to calm down from my hours worth of P.I. work, I decided to take a bath. Somewhere in my quarter century's worth of experience I've heard that it helps fevers. I was hoping it would also help with jitters. As I let the bath water run I creeped around my apartment, checking door locks and turning on lights. Indeed, a bath would calm me down and I sank hopefully into the water.
After a few minutes of attempted R&R in the tub I added more hot water to the bath. After being satisfied with the adjusted temperature I reached my toes up to the water knob to turn it off and was immediately inundated with one idea: I am Michelle Pfeifer and this is What Lies Beneath! Bathtubs, ghosts, murderous relationships. This was not a good idea!
I decided to avert my eyes from the mediated memories coming from the tub faucet and turned my gaze upward in an attempt to relax. As I looked up at the showerhead I pictured one thing in my mind's eye: spiders! Spiders crawling out of the showerhead... this was just like Arachnophobia!
My skin was crawling and I had to get out. I pulled the drain and grabbed for my towel. As I did I heard the advertisement on the radio..."A husband thought he had committed the perfect murder... " The ominous segment advertised Pioneer Memorial Theatre's newest show: Dial M for Murder. Great. So much for FM100 playing "soft hits with less talk".
For those of you wondering why I refuse to watch scary movies anymore, let this be my solemn writ and testament. I hate you Hollywood.
Sweet dreams everybody...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Un-HAPPIES
Coincidence?
Everytime I have posted my "HAPPIES" (See Jan and March), immediately after something happens... something big... and something bad.
Coincidence? I think not.
Everytime I have posted my "HAPPIES" (See Jan and March), immediately after something happens... something big... and something bad.
Coincidence? I think not.
Friday, March 13, 2009
HAPPIES
mom's newfound ability to text message * Heath * New job * Options * Colorado trip * Boss * Spring Break * dancing the night away * Slurpees * laughing with family * laughing with friends * 5 page essay done * no class for a week * sleeping in * blue sky * pets * CranMal * piano bars * night off *
Monday, March 2, 2009
Homeless Youth Resource Center (HYRC)
So WHERE do you work exactly? And you're not scared? Are they horrible/mean/scary/intimidating? Why do you work there?
These are the questions, usually in this order, that I get when I tell people where I work. It's been 3 months working with the street culture of Salt Lake City, and I can truly say it has changed me. To protect the kids I work with I don't talk about work outside of the center walls. Their stories are powerful, important, sad- but they are not mine to tell.
Recently Mike Terry from the DesNews here in SLC did a report on the HYRC. He spent several days with our kids, taking photos, conducting interviews, even following them around on the streets. Mike was great with them, and he really got them to open up and share about their lives. This video was created about some of our kids and shares their experiences. The center it shows them in is my place of business, and all of the kids you see our "my kids". There are also photos of them in their camps, sleeping in UHaul trucks, or walking around the streets of SLC at night. Because they signed releases to be on camera and in print, I can share this with you.
The video is beautiful and surprisingly honest. Here's an answer to all those questions. And no, I'm not scared. I love these people... Enjoy. And please watch.
Homeless Youth Resource Center Video (click here)
These are the questions, usually in this order, that I get when I tell people where I work. It's been 3 months working with the street culture of Salt Lake City, and I can truly say it has changed me. To protect the kids I work with I don't talk about work outside of the center walls. Their stories are powerful, important, sad- but they are not mine to tell.
Recently Mike Terry from the DesNews here in SLC did a report on the HYRC. He spent several days with our kids, taking photos, conducting interviews, even following them around on the streets. Mike was great with them, and he really got them to open up and share about their lives. This video was created about some of our kids and shares their experiences. The center it shows them in is my place of business, and all of the kids you see our "my kids". There are also photos of them in their camps, sleeping in UHaul trucks, or walking around the streets of SLC at night. Because they signed releases to be on camera and in print, I can share this with you.
The video is beautiful and surprisingly honest. Here's an answer to all those questions. And no, I'm not scared. I love these people... Enjoy. And please watch.
Homeless Youth Resource Center Video (click here)
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