Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Birthday Challenge
Today was the first day of teaching a 4 week boot camp. Evie awesomely and unintentionally named it Body Blitz when we were planning it and this morning at 6:30, I held the first session. There were 10 girls and it was awesome! I love teaching. We are going to meet at 6:30 am for the next 4 weeks on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I am still going to teach Tease and Tone on Monday and Wednesday and still plan to jog (albeit it little shorter distance) on Tues/Thurs evenings and at least one weekend day. I'll also still bust out my 20 minutes with Jillian on dvd on the non-boot camp days. The last day of boot camp is the day after my birthday and I am going to feel super accomplished and should have a bangin' bod as I start year 36.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Fashion Friday
Well, I was was excited to post my super cute outfit this week, but the pics turned too dark to do it justice. I guess I'll have to wear it again :) On the day of my re-takes, this was the weather:
This is the view from John's desk, isn't it awesome? It was only like that for about 10 minutes, but the forecast had us expecting it all day, so I was dressed like this:
I've actually worn my motorcycle jacket most of this week and I do feel badass wearing it, especially with the tall boots. I'm going to try not to do phone pics for outfit shots, but I loved my outfit last Saturday, the day I got the new phone. I think it broke some fashion rules for matching boots and coat or purse and coat or boots and purse... no wonder I'm confused about it. However, I feel it was tied together because I had on rhinestone earrings and a necklace, which matched the pockets of my jeans and my boots and belt were both black.
oh, and my hair matched my purse :)
This is the view from John's desk, isn't it awesome? It was only like that for about 10 minutes, but the forecast had us expecting it all day, so I was dressed like this:
I've actually worn my motorcycle jacket most of this week and I do feel badass wearing it, especially with the tall boots. I'm going to try not to do phone pics for outfit shots, but I loved my outfit last Saturday, the day I got the new phone. I think it broke some fashion rules for matching boots and coat or purse and coat or boots and purse... no wonder I'm confused about it. However, I feel it was tied together because I had on rhinestone earrings and a necklace, which matched the pockets of my jeans and my boots and belt were both black.
oh, and my hair matched my purse :)
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Home is where the heart is
You know some of those things in your house that you walk by and always make you smile? I'm going to share some. First, our house is super colorful. When we moved in we painted almost everything and I'm proud to say that we have no white walls. I tried to tie the rooms together by keeping one color consistent as you pass from room to room. In some rooms, I painted the inside of the door frame a different color than the rest of the frame so that when the door is open, a little slice or color peeks out. So, the colors make me happy. Also, every time there are flowers, I put them here. I love when they match the painting.
This was by accident, but I moved the deer candle to the fish tank when I got the bird candles above, and I love how it perfectly opposes the crazy plant in silhouette.
Oh, how I scoured the magnet pile for "I," "am" and "the" when I saw this walrus. I laugh at my hilarity each time I reach for the nearby bottle opener. (Also, bonus for the nearby random NoDak magnet from a motorcycle trip.)
Our crazy, short tailed, possibly learning disabled cat Pickles, in the only picture I have of her looking interested in me.
Toki, our beloved fat cat, glaring at me because of the empty food bowls.
and this guy. Although this picture isn't taken at home, he's who I share it with and it's perfect.
This was by accident, but I moved the deer candle to the fish tank when I got the bird candles above, and I love how it perfectly opposes the crazy plant in silhouette.
Oh, how I scoured the magnet pile for "I," "am" and "the" when I saw this walrus. I laugh at my hilarity each time I reach for the nearby bottle opener. (Also, bonus for the nearby random NoDak magnet from a motorcycle trip.)
Our crazy, short tailed, possibly learning disabled cat Pickles, in the only picture I have of her looking interested in me.
Toki, our beloved fat cat, glaring at me because of the empty food bowls.
and this guy. Although this picture isn't taken at home, he's who I share it with and it's perfect.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
One for the history books...
What started as a very normal weekend took a twist that we will not soon forget. It started innocently enough as I got ready to meet John downtown, where we were going to join our friends Char and Dave for a fund raising event. I was finishing the last of my work emails as I curled my hair and Toki helped me figure out what to wear...
When I got downtown, John and I had a pre-func drink before meeting up with Char and Dave. We were fancy!
We got to the event and were having a good time. As we were having dinner, I kept noticing how one of the dishes tasted weird. I chalked it up to me being unsophisticated and ate it anyway. Shortly after this, I realized that if I didn't get out of there in short timing, that dinner was going to find it's way back to the surface. We apologized and made a hasty retreat to a cab and made it home before I got sick.
The next day I felt fine and we took off for an adventure filled day. I couldn't find my wallet, but had switched purses that morning and just figured I had gotten distracted halfway through and the wallet didn't make the transition. (you sense what's happening here, don't you?) Well, later that day, shortly after we'd arrived home, I got a facebook message on my fancy new phone (shown below) from a guy who said he worked for the club "Dirty" and had found my wallet.
In the toilet. In my poor state on the way home, I had taken my wallet out to pay the cabbie and apparently never put it back into my purse. I called the club guy and my credit cards and cash were gone (of course) but my ID was there with a couple of my other cards. He'd found me because I had a card that pointed to this blog. Through there he tracked me down on Facebook. It was late and we'd been out all day but in a bizarre moment, John said "Let's just go downtown and pick it up!" We grabbed a cab and stopped and the Club Dirty to retrieve it. It was in an envelope and when I mentioned something about opening it, the guy said "Here, you'll need these" and handed me rubber gloves. We thanked him and decided that we'd grab a drink while we were downtown and made our way to the Dixie Tavern. They needed to card me to get in, so I put on those rubber gloves and opened the envelop to get my wallet, open it, and display its still wet contents. They did not ask to inspect it further.
We ended up dancing and having a really good time and an endless amount of jokes with our situation...
No one had tried to use the cards, so all's well that ends well. I'm keeping the envelope in my hope chest's box of memories and next time something tastes weird, I think I'll just skip it and plan to grab a snack later on.
When I got downtown, John and I had a pre-func drink before meeting up with Char and Dave. We were fancy!
We got to the event and were having a good time. As we were having dinner, I kept noticing how one of the dishes tasted weird. I chalked it up to me being unsophisticated and ate it anyway. Shortly after this, I realized that if I didn't get out of there in short timing, that dinner was going to find it's way back to the surface. We apologized and made a hasty retreat to a cab and made it home before I got sick.
The next day I felt fine and we took off for an adventure filled day. I couldn't find my wallet, but had switched purses that morning and just figured I had gotten distracted halfway through and the wallet didn't make the transition. (you sense what's happening here, don't you?) Well, later that day, shortly after we'd arrived home, I got a facebook message on my fancy new phone (shown below) from a guy who said he worked for the club "Dirty" and had found my wallet.
In the toilet. In my poor state on the way home, I had taken my wallet out to pay the cabbie and apparently never put it back into my purse. I called the club guy and my credit cards and cash were gone (of course) but my ID was there with a couple of my other cards. He'd found me because I had a card that pointed to this blog. Through there he tracked me down on Facebook. It was late and we'd been out all day but in a bizarre moment, John said "Let's just go downtown and pick it up!" We grabbed a cab and stopped and the Club Dirty to retrieve it. It was in an envelope and when I mentioned something about opening it, the guy said "Here, you'll need these" and handed me rubber gloves. We thanked him and decided that we'd grab a drink while we were downtown and made our way to the Dixie Tavern. They needed to card me to get in, so I put on those rubber gloves and opened the envelop to get my wallet, open it, and display its still wet contents. They did not ask to inspect it further.
We ended up dancing and having a really good time and an endless amount of jokes with our situation...
No one had tried to use the cards, so all's well that ends well. I'm keeping the envelope in my hope chest's box of memories and next time something tastes weird, I think I'll just skip it and plan to grab a snack later on.
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