Resolution time. Ok, so I'm a little late... add that to my resolutions. Overall, I don't really believe in resolutions, but considering I'm the type of person who can only realistically start an exercise program on a monday (any other day just doesn't make sense, why would I start something when half the week is over?) I figure the new year is kind of like a big giant monday. That said, I did start a new exercise program (read: AN exercise program). I did wait until the first Monday to do it though... is that weird? Kind of the perfect storm that way.
I know I need to eat better, and I know I need to exercise, but man... I'm not a big fan. I started exercising at the beginning of the day to get it over with. The TV isn't that great in the morning, (no primetime dramas to keep me interested), but it does allow me to exercise 5 days a week rather than 4 (my workout programs never included Friday night).
The thing I haven't really figured out yet is what the heck I'm supposed to eat. The only "diet" that ever worked for me (and did it ever) was low carb, but I'm not insane. I like potatoes and perogies too much. I think I'll just keep chanting "moderation" as my mantra. I can deal with that. I'll eat lots of veggies, less junk, and it still lets me sneak a Burger King poutine in there once in a while.
For now, I'll just sit here, typing and sipping my caffeine-free-diet-cola and rotting my brain (according to Husband) while I try not to eat the ice cream sandwiches that are waving at me from the freezer.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
Merry Christmas
Husband truly is a remarkable character. I am constantly amazed by the way his brain works (especially how he can manage to park 4 cars in our double garage and not dent anything, but that's a whole other story). I came to this new realization again after opening my Christmas presents to discover 2 beautiful sweaters that fit me perfectly and look great on me. I don't understand. I go clothes shopping and take racks of clothes in with me to try on, of which nothing fits (or looks nice for that matter) and he can go without the benefit of a scale model of me and pick clothes that do both.
While thinking about this for a while, I came to a few conclusions about how this is possible.
1. I am more critical of myself.
It's how we are as women... I guess perhaps I think that there are magical clothes out there that can make me look like Jennifer Aniston and when I try on clothes that make me look like... well ME (with all the help that flourescent lighting and mirrors so close that you can't help but put all the focus on your thighs) I am somewhat disappointed.
2. I am more critical of the price tags.
How many times have I left a change room thinking "That was a nice pair of $20 pants... unfortunately the sticker said $70, and there is no way in this green earth I will pay that much for pants, maybe I'll buy them when they go on sale for $20."
3. I look at the number on the tag, not the size of the clothes.
It's a common mistake I think most women make. Please join me in my 12 step program. I believe the numbers (admitting you have a problem is the first step). I choose clothes off the rack based on the number, not the shape. Husband, on the other hand looks at the shape, has no idea what number is on the rest of my clothes and goes based on visual. He actually gets annoyed when overzealous salespeople try to help him find the right size.
Husband sees me every day... the person I really am. He sees me in clothes and not in clothes (sorry mom, it's true), whether I am glammed up for a night out, or spending the day in my pjs and cutting my toenails. He probably knows how I actually look better than I do (especially since I stand up straighter and put my shoulders back whenever I look in the mirror).
I am deluded, and I'm pretty sure I don't like it. Maybe I should just get Husband to buy all my clothes. Maybe if I ask nicely, he'll just cut the tags off before giving them to me too.
While thinking about this for a while, I came to a few conclusions about how this is possible.
1. I am more critical of myself.
It's how we are as women... I guess perhaps I think that there are magical clothes out there that can make me look like Jennifer Aniston and when I try on clothes that make me look like... well ME (with all the help that flourescent lighting and mirrors so close that you can't help but put all the focus on your thighs) I am somewhat disappointed.
2. I am more critical of the price tags.
How many times have I left a change room thinking "That was a nice pair of $20 pants... unfortunately the sticker said $70, and there is no way in this green earth I will pay that much for pants, maybe I'll buy them when they go on sale for $20."
3. I look at the number on the tag, not the size of the clothes.
It's a common mistake I think most women make. Please join me in my 12 step program. I believe the numbers (admitting you have a problem is the first step). I choose clothes off the rack based on the number, not the shape. Husband, on the other hand looks at the shape, has no idea what number is on the rest of my clothes and goes based on visual. He actually gets annoyed when overzealous salespeople try to help him find the right size.
Husband sees me every day... the person I really am. He sees me in clothes and not in clothes (sorry mom, it's true), whether I am glammed up for a night out, or spending the day in my pjs and cutting my toenails. He probably knows how I actually look better than I do (especially since I stand up straighter and put my shoulders back whenever I look in the mirror).
I am deluded, and I'm pretty sure I don't like it. Maybe I should just get Husband to buy all my clothes. Maybe if I ask nicely, he'll just cut the tags off before giving them to me too.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Veggie Bacon
I try to shop by the idea that if it connects you to the ground, you should buy good quality. This means tires, mattresses and shoes (among others). Tires, different ones for different seasons. Mattresses, queen-sized, firm. Shoes, leather.
This is why I am not a vegetarian.
I really believe that it would be inhumane to strip animals of their skin and leave their carcasses to rot in the sun. I am willing to make these sacrifices.
The one thing I don't understand about vegetarianism, is where the notion came from that while it's wrong to eat meat, it's somehow ok to eat things that taste like meat. Wouldn't you find meat repulsive?
Let's think about this on a grander scale. I think we can all agree that cannibalism is probably wrong, so would it not seem odd if I asked for my beef to taste like brunette? "I really would like these carrots seasoned like red-head, you see, I won't actually EAT a red-head, but I really am craving one right now."
Put that in your house and smoke it. Mmm. That makes me think of bacon. Sweet sweet bacon.
This is why I am not a vegetarian.
I really believe that it would be inhumane to strip animals of their skin and leave their carcasses to rot in the sun. I am willing to make these sacrifices.
The one thing I don't understand about vegetarianism, is where the notion came from that while it's wrong to eat meat, it's somehow ok to eat things that taste like meat. Wouldn't you find meat repulsive?
Let's think about this on a grander scale. I think we can all agree that cannibalism is probably wrong, so would it not seem odd if I asked for my beef to taste like brunette? "I really would like these carrots seasoned like red-head, you see, I won't actually EAT a red-head, but I really am craving one right now."
Put that in your house and smoke it. Mmm. That makes me think of bacon. Sweet sweet bacon.
Friday, December 11, 2009
My Fortunes.
Normally I'm not the kind of person who believes that the universe has a voice and is trying to tell me something. I said, NORMALLY.
I went to a Chinese restaurant while visiting Cowtown and as I was in the car trying to put Girl to sleep to diffuse a potential meltdown on the car ride home, my family took it upon themselves to open my fortune cookie for me. In the midst of their pithy sayings about financial fortune being on the doorstep and love finding them when they least expect it, my fortune said this:
You are capable compent, creative, careful. Prove it.
What gives? Why can't I have some fortune that says I will be rich without trying or loved by all? Why does my fortune need to be a challenge? As much as I believe that my goal in life is to make as much money by working as little as possible, I have put in a lot of time, creative energy and passion into this pursuit. I guess it's time to prove what I can really do.
I went to a Chinese restaurant while visiting Cowtown and as I was in the car trying to put Girl to sleep to diffuse a potential meltdown on the car ride home, my family took it upon themselves to open my fortune cookie for me. In the midst of their pithy sayings about financial fortune being on the doorstep and love finding them when they least expect it, my fortune said this:
You are capable compent, creative, careful. Prove it.
What gives? Why can't I have some fortune that says I will be rich without trying or loved by all? Why does my fortune need to be a challenge? As much as I believe that my goal in life is to make as much money by working as little as possible, I have put in a lot of time, creative energy and passion into this pursuit. I guess it's time to prove what I can really do.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
World View
I don't believe in Kharma, I don't think I ever have. The idea that being good and doing good will somehow result in good things happening to you seems like a nice idea, but in reality I have never seen it to be so. In fact, I have seen quite the opposite. People who are strong, loving, honest and good are the ones who get the raw deal, and the people who win the lottery and find pots of gold in their houses are the people who are dishonest, conniving and have little respect for others.
I don't have a problem with people who are successful, in fact, they inspire me to get off my butt and do something about it, but it does make me angry when people abuse the system to get what they want, and then cry about how "no one respects them". Sorry folks, you can't have it both ways.
To all those people who are successful based on merit, hard work, inspiration or just plain dumb luck... congratulations! Keep it up and don't let anyone stand in your way. To those of you who see the law as "inconvenient" or as a "guideline", and who use other people to get where you are going... I hope someday you are revealed for the fraud you are. However, that likely won't happen, because like I said, I don't believe in Kharma.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Free Cereal.
Yesterday I bought free cereal, and I couldn't be prouder of myself. I still send curses (good-natured ones of course) south of the border... especially to those people who can manage to get carts full of free stuff, but I was able to do it in my own small way.
This all started when Husband told me not to buy cereal for a while, since he eats vast quantities of it, and he has decided to switch to oatmeal for breakfast now that it's colder. Oats are significantly cheaper than cereal, so it's win win. BUT... I can't resist free.
Mini Wheats were on sale at Sobeys this week 3/$9.99 and each box had a "Save $2.50 on milk" coupon on it, so therefore, the total cost was $2.49. What made it FREE was the bonus Sobeys points (to which I am hopelessly addicted) that in the grand scheme of things will get me $2.50 in free groceries. YAY! free!
*Bows*
This all started when Husband told me not to buy cereal for a while, since he eats vast quantities of it, and he has decided to switch to oatmeal for breakfast now that it's colder. Oats are significantly cheaper than cereal, so it's win win. BUT... I can't resist free.
Mini Wheats were on sale at Sobeys this week 3/$9.99 and each box had a "Save $2.50 on milk" coupon on it, so therefore, the total cost was $2.49. What made it FREE was the bonus Sobeys points (to which I am hopelessly addicted) that in the grand scheme of things will get me $2.50 in free groceries. YAY! free!
*Bows*
Diary of an Inventor, Part 10
I admit it. I can't draw. Well, let's make that more clear. I can't draw things that are supposed to look realistic. I can draw wonky, stylized things, but If I had to draw the same thing twice and have it look the same, I would be a miserable failure. I also find drawing people impossible.
Now that I have clarified, you'll understand why I have to farm out the drawing of the diagrams of my invention to someone else. THANKS A! (she hasn't exactly agreed to this officially, but I'll thank her anyway). During the patent search process I was looking at other people's diagrams, and it turns out that mostly, the babies in them seem possessed, so in order to deviate from that trend, I'll bring in the big guns. I think it'll cost me some sewing, or some perogies or something.
Now I need to get cracking on the schematic diagrams (something more my speed, I can handle rulers and straight lines). Granted, this would all be so much easier if there was a Draftsman in the family. Curses.
Now that I have clarified, you'll understand why I have to farm out the drawing of the diagrams of my invention to someone else. THANKS A! (she hasn't exactly agreed to this officially, but I'll thank her anyway). During the patent search process I was looking at other people's diagrams, and it turns out that mostly, the babies in them seem possessed, so in order to deviate from that trend, I'll bring in the big guns. I think it'll cost me some sewing, or some perogies or something.
Now I need to get cracking on the schematic diagrams (something more my speed, I can handle rulers and straight lines). Granted, this would all be so much easier if there was a Draftsman in the family. Curses.
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