Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Traditionally, my family and I will sit around the table, and, after saying grace, will share what each of us is thankful for. I very much enjoy this tradition, and I feel it should be something that is shared on more than one day a year. Then again, if that happened it probably wouldn't be as special.
I have a lot to be thankful for this year, and while I should wait until tomorrow to share, I would rather spend that time with my family than on a computer telling everyone else what I'm thankful for.
So, I am thankful for:
- Friends and family to gather around the table with.
- A loving, caring husband who is ever-so helpful with everything.
- A happy, healthy Cody who can cheer me up whenever I need cheering-up.
- A healthy me! [especially after all I've been through this year]
- A wonderful year of business.
- Wonderful clients who are so dedicated to helping, teaching, and learning with their best friends.
- Two amusing, crazy cats.
- A roof over my head.
If I were to sum things ups, I'd declare that I am thankful for the mere ability to wake up in the morning and get out of bed. That alone makes life worth living.
Happy Thanksgiving!!!!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Great Debate...Or At Least One of Them
This morning I was following the stalker feed on Facebook when I saw a comment regarding children and leashes. The comment said something to the affect of, "That disturbs me almost as much as parents who leash their children." So, of course, I mentioned something to Hans.
Having been a leashed child myself, and feeling as though I have not suffered any long-term side affects, I am all for a leash...especially in crowded, public situations. I don't feel that a leash is a way to drag your child around or force him to stay directly by you side. It is not meant to treat him like a dog (although that's not such a bad thing in my world) where he should always walk on you left side and sit when you stop. Rather, a leash is a way to keep him tethered to you. Should you have your arms laden with groceries, or should be in a crowded area such as a mall or fair, the leash guarantees that your child will not dart into traffic or wander off to find something more fun.
Hans, however, has a very different opinion on the matter. While he sees the positive side of leashing a child, especially in a situation like the farm building at the state fair, he thinks it odd and possibly detrimental to the well-being of a child. He says in situations like the mall or walking down the street one could simply hold their child's hand.
I, obviously, disagree. I don't feel that I've heard enough arguments (sound arguments, not just opinions) that would lead me to believe that leashing is bad. Just like with Cody, a leash in certain situations gives me a certain peace of mind. When Cody reached the point that I could trust him off-leash, I let him off-leash. Why would I not do the same with my own flesh and blood?
So, now I must ask, what are your opinions on the matter? Were you leashed? Did you leash your children? Do you wish you had? Do you wish you hadn't? Are you utterly opposed and why? Are you simply indifferent? Please share!
Having been a leashed child myself, and feeling as though I have not suffered any long-term side affects, I am all for a leash...especially in crowded, public situations. I don't feel that a leash is a way to drag your child around or force him to stay directly by you side. It is not meant to treat him like a dog (although that's not such a bad thing in my world) where he should always walk on you left side and sit when you stop. Rather, a leash is a way to keep him tethered to you. Should you have your arms laden with groceries, or should be in a crowded area such as a mall or fair, the leash guarantees that your child will not dart into traffic or wander off to find something more fun.
Hans, however, has a very different opinion on the matter. While he sees the positive side of leashing a child, especially in a situation like the farm building at the state fair, he thinks it odd and possibly detrimental to the well-being of a child. He says in situations like the mall or walking down the street one could simply hold their child's hand.
I, obviously, disagree. I don't feel that I've heard enough arguments (sound arguments, not just opinions) that would lead me to believe that leashing is bad. Just like with Cody, a leash in certain situations gives me a certain peace of mind. When Cody reached the point that I could trust him off-leash, I let him off-leash. Why would I not do the same with my own flesh and blood?
So, now I must ask, what are your opinions on the matter? Were you leashed? Did you leash your children? Do you wish you had? Do you wish you hadn't? Are you utterly opposed and why? Are you simply indifferent? Please share!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
The Past Few Days
Things have been crazy since Friday. There's been so much going on, I thought I'd share with you a few of the things.
Saturday
Saturday I was supposed to go to adoption stand, but I was held up by the Richmond Marathon. After being help up for 45 minutes, I decided to turn around, go home, and then go straight to my afternoon appointments. (P.S. Brittany, if you're reading this I hope you did well on the half marathon).
My appointments were fun, but not super-eventful. After my appointments, though, I went out to the VFW to help Jess set up for her wedding. I have to tell you, Jess is super-crafty. She made, all by herself, all of her favors and place settings. Plus, her idea for the guest book was amazing. She had a somewhat smaller wedding, so instead of doing an actual guest book she did something very unique. One of Byron's coworks drew a tree full of branches but no leaves. For each guest, she had them put their thumb print in orange, red, yellow, or green ink and write their names next to it. She and Byron were in blue ink (like two blue birds in a tree). It was really cute.
After we set up (and I'd driven out to get the cake), we returned to Jess' SIL's house for a sleep over. I'll tell you, Jess' brother married a good woman. She's such a sweetie! We spent the rest of the evening enjoying pizza, cookies, and hot chocolate.
Sunday
Sunday was the big day. Jessica was getting married!!! The ceremony was small (something I love), but it was full of love and happiness. I was surprised by how teary-eyed I got.
The reception was done beautifully. Hans was in charge of sound, and he did wonderfully. The best man gave a beautiful speech, and Jess and Byron looked so happy together. It was such a beautiful day, I'm not even able to really put it into words. Luckily, a picture is worth a thousand words, and Hans also played photographer for the day. Luckily I wasn't photographer. He's much better than I am.
Tuesday
Monday was non-eventful, just running errands, so I decided to skip ahead to yesterday. Yesterday was FULL of events.
First, I woke up super early. It was my day to appear on Virginia This Morning on CBS, and I was just a little excited. I had set my alarm for 5:00 am, but I woke up at 3:15 and 4:30. I was nervous, and I arrived at the studio 45 minutes early. Luckily, Cody and I were on first. I think it went well!
What do you think?
Oh, but that's not all that happened! That afternoon I was on my way to an appointment. It was rainy and wet, and traffic was heavy. We had just passed stop light when a car stopped to turn left. I stopped. The car behind me didn't. Well, she said, "I stopped but just kept sliding." Basically, I was hit by a car going at least 20 miles per hour. I spent the evening in St. Mary's Hospital taking x-rays and just wanting to go home. I spent the night on muscle relaxers and pain medications, snuggled up to Cody, CJ, Mo, Stolte, and Hans. This morning, I'm a little sore and I'm waiting for a call from the insurance adjuster.
For those of you who are wondering, a police report was filed, and all should go fairly smoothly. I'm sure there will be lots of other issues later, but for now I'm just icing, moist-heating, and taking prescription medication. Woot!
So, this autumn has been fairly eventful. I've survived a tornado and a car crash, but I've also had a great time with business and even made an appearance on the news. Lots of ups and downs!!! I'm just hoping next year there are more ups than downs!
Saturday
Saturday I was supposed to go to adoption stand, but I was held up by the Richmond Marathon. After being help up for 45 minutes, I decided to turn around, go home, and then go straight to my afternoon appointments. (P.S. Brittany, if you're reading this I hope you did well on the half marathon).
My appointments were fun, but not super-eventful. After my appointments, though, I went out to the VFW to help Jess set up for her wedding. I have to tell you, Jess is super-crafty. She made, all by herself, all of her favors and place settings. Plus, her idea for the guest book was amazing. She had a somewhat smaller wedding, so instead of doing an actual guest book she did something very unique. One of Byron's coworks drew a tree full of branches but no leaves. For each guest, she had them put their thumb print in orange, red, yellow, or green ink and write their names next to it. She and Byron were in blue ink (like two blue birds in a tree). It was really cute.
After we set up (and I'd driven out to get the cake), we returned to Jess' SIL's house for a sleep over. I'll tell you, Jess' brother married a good woman. She's such a sweetie! We spent the rest of the evening enjoying pizza, cookies, and hot chocolate.
Sunday
Sunday was the big day. Jessica was getting married!!! The ceremony was small (something I love), but it was full of love and happiness. I was surprised by how teary-eyed I got.
The reception was done beautifully. Hans was in charge of sound, and he did wonderfully. The best man gave a beautiful speech, and Jess and Byron looked so happy together. It was such a beautiful day, I'm not even able to really put it into words. Luckily, a picture is worth a thousand words, and Hans also played photographer for the day. Luckily I wasn't photographer. He's much better than I am.
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| A Beautiful Bride |
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| Bride and the Matron of Honor- Don't we look like sisters? |
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| A couple in love |
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| A beautiful first dance |
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| For a moment we thought the groom was going to run away with the best man! |
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| This is a beautiful cake, but I especially loved the cake-topper. I LOVE Willow Tree People. |
Monday was non-eventful, just running errands, so I decided to skip ahead to yesterday. Yesterday was FULL of events.
First, I woke up super early. It was my day to appear on Virginia This Morning on CBS, and I was just a little excited. I had set my alarm for 5:00 am, but I woke up at 3:15 and 4:30. I was nervous, and I arrived at the studio 45 minutes early. Luckily, Cody and I were on first. I think it went well!
What do you think?
Oh, but that's not all that happened! That afternoon I was on my way to an appointment. It was rainy and wet, and traffic was heavy. We had just passed stop light when a car stopped to turn left. I stopped. The car behind me didn't. Well, she said, "I stopped but just kept sliding." Basically, I was hit by a car going at least 20 miles per hour. I spent the evening in St. Mary's Hospital taking x-rays and just wanting to go home. I spent the night on muscle relaxers and pain medications, snuggled up to Cody, CJ, Mo, Stolte, and Hans. This morning, I'm a little sore and I'm waiting for a call from the insurance adjuster.
For those of you who are wondering, a police report was filed, and all should go fairly smoothly. I'm sure there will be lots of other issues later, but for now I'm just icing, moist-heating, and taking prescription medication. Woot!
So, this autumn has been fairly eventful. I've survived a tornado and a car crash, but I've also had a great time with business and even made an appearance on the news. Lots of ups and downs!!! I'm just hoping next year there are more ups than downs!
Friday, November 12, 2010
A Day At The Beach
It is very rare that I have a day off. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's been months since I had absolutely NOTHING to do. Usually there's something going on. Well, today was one of those days. I have lots to do. I have phone calls to make, websites to update, and dogs to train. I have a house to clean (particularly an office) and dogs to bathe. I have a few wedding preparations to help out with for Jessica's wedding. All in all, there's lots to do. However, today I found myself with a large portion of time of no appointments. Usually I get office work done between appointments, but today all my appointments happened later in the evening. Combine that with a beautiful, sunny, warm, autumn day, two dogs with pent-up energy, and the opportunity to let them off-leash to run it out, and I was easily swayed away from desk. Off we went to the river.
I love the going to the river because Cody loves going to the river. Today, Cody got to go with his best friend, CJ. Plus, we normally go during the summer, which means there are lots of people, lots of noise, and not a lot of room for yourself. Generally, Hans and I will find a rock in the middle of the river and just hope that no one bothers us. In the fall, during the middle of a work day, the river is abandoned. I was able to leave the sounds of the city behind, take out a book, a camera, and lunch, and simply enjoy a few hours during the day. Forgetting my enjoyment, though, the dogs loved it! Don't believe me? Here's the proof:
See? Great day! I can't wait to go back.
I love the going to the river because Cody loves going to the river. Today, Cody got to go with his best friend, CJ. Plus, we normally go during the summer, which means there are lots of people, lots of noise, and not a lot of room for yourself. Generally, Hans and I will find a rock in the middle of the river and just hope that no one bothers us. In the fall, during the middle of a work day, the river is abandoned. I was able to leave the sounds of the city behind, take out a book, a camera, and lunch, and simply enjoy a few hours during the day. Forgetting my enjoyment, though, the dogs loved it! Don't believe me? Here's the proof:
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| RUN! |
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| Splash! |
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| One happy dog. |
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| Run...again! |
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| Wait for me! |
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| Play! |
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| What's over there? |
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| We'll find something fun if we just keep digging. |
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| The view when we left...beautiful. |
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
On Getting Thin
One of the ways I waste my time on the internet is by reading blogs. I read my SIL's blog, and my client's blog, and numerous other blogs. One of my favorite topics on blogs is weight loss. It's helpful to know that I'm not the only person who's struggling, plus it's great to see what's working for others and get motivation and ideas. I love it. However, there's one blog post I read recently that irked me.
This girl talked about how she can't find a guy because she's overweight, she can't wear pretty clothes because she's overweight, and she was overall down on herself. One, I can tell you from the pictures she's posted that she may have been slightly overweight, but she looks quite healthy. Two, she also comments that she's lost 23 pounds since August, and based on her starting weight that does not seem very idealistic for long-term weight loss.
What irked me, is that she blamed her weight for all the problems in her life. If she had blamed her health issues on her weight, I would have been understanding. If she had said that her weight made her self-conscious and therefore she didn't feel comfortable wearing pretty clothes or going after guys, I totally would have gotten it. However, she said that guys didn't want her because she was overweight and she couldn't wear pretty clothes because she was overweight. I just don't buy it.
Here's the thing. I know how I was at my heaviest. I believed that no guy could want me because of how I looked...yet that's when I met Hans. I also noticed that as I lost weight, I got more attention from guys. However, I can guarantee you it's not because I looked different. My whole attitude was different. I felt better about myself and I would flirt...quite unabashedly. Guys who wouldn't have noticed me before still didn't notice me...until I started chatting. I wouldn't hesitate to strike up a conversation with a waiter or with a coworker. One could argue that losing weight changed me, and that's true, but it didn't change the guys.
As for the clothes thing, it is harder to buy pretty clothes when you're heavier. I remember finding the largest size available and sucking in my gut just so I could avoid having to move into the "big girl store" which was more expensive. Those clothes were always too tight and quite uncomfortable, and they never looked that great. Their not looking great wasn't so much because of MY size, but because of THEIR size. I wasn't wearing the right size, and so I ended up looking like a sausage.
I think what bothered me most about this post was how much support this girl received. I expected to read things like, "Why can't you do this? You're awesome as you are!" Especially after the Marie Claire hubbub I expected a strong reaction of "You are beautiful! Don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't do!" Instead, I read reactions of, "So true! I can't find a guy either!" or "Yeah, I hate having to cover myself up too." There were three (THREE!) people who said, "Don't let your weight hold you back" and those three people were utterly refuted. WTF?!
If an anorexic woman states she's disgusted by large people and thinks they should cover up then she's immediately considered a villain and is drawn and quartered. Everyone will rise up and state how wrong she is, and how proud they are to be them. However, if a somewhat larger lady (not obese, just not as fit) says she's disgusted by weight and needs to cover up and can't find a guy then she's revered for being true and honest and wonderful. Am I missing something here? If I am, please tell me.
Can we only say we're upset by weight if it's our own? Where do we draw the line on that? Does your BMI have to be at a certain level for you to complain about your weight or could someone with a BMI of 24 (technically considered normal, but on the upper edge) say they feel large and gross and unable to do all the things "normal" girls could (like shop)?
Plus, if it's weight that's keeping larger girls from getting married or buying cute clothes that look good on them (like fancy underwear), how do we respond to the girls who are doing this everyday? Did God look down on them and decide to grant them some sort of miracle despite their weight? Did they instead make a pact with Satan? Are they some sort of anomaly...a freak of nature? Or, are they perhaps just slightly more comfortable with who they are on the inside and are therefore able to let that shine through to the outside?
Lastly, whatever happened to losing weight so YOU feel pretty? What kind of message are we sending out? "I'm not really concerned about the weight. I just want to look cute...oh and find a man!" Somewhere along the line we seriously need to adjust our priorities.
This girl talked about how she can't find a guy because she's overweight, she can't wear pretty clothes because she's overweight, and she was overall down on herself. One, I can tell you from the pictures she's posted that she may have been slightly overweight, but she looks quite healthy. Two, she also comments that she's lost 23 pounds since August, and based on her starting weight that does not seem very idealistic for long-term weight loss.
What irked me, is that she blamed her weight for all the problems in her life. If she had blamed her health issues on her weight, I would have been understanding. If she had said that her weight made her self-conscious and therefore she didn't feel comfortable wearing pretty clothes or going after guys, I totally would have gotten it. However, she said that guys didn't want her because she was overweight and she couldn't wear pretty clothes because she was overweight. I just don't buy it.
Here's the thing. I know how I was at my heaviest. I believed that no guy could want me because of how I looked...yet that's when I met Hans. I also noticed that as I lost weight, I got more attention from guys. However, I can guarantee you it's not because I looked different. My whole attitude was different. I felt better about myself and I would flirt...quite unabashedly. Guys who wouldn't have noticed me before still didn't notice me...until I started chatting. I wouldn't hesitate to strike up a conversation with a waiter or with a coworker. One could argue that losing weight changed me, and that's true, but it didn't change the guys.
As for the clothes thing, it is harder to buy pretty clothes when you're heavier. I remember finding the largest size available and sucking in my gut just so I could avoid having to move into the "big girl store" which was more expensive. Those clothes were always too tight and quite uncomfortable, and they never looked that great. Their not looking great wasn't so much because of MY size, but because of THEIR size. I wasn't wearing the right size, and so I ended up looking like a sausage.
I think what bothered me most about this post was how much support this girl received. I expected to read things like, "Why can't you do this? You're awesome as you are!" Especially after the Marie Claire hubbub I expected a strong reaction of "You are beautiful! Don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't do!" Instead, I read reactions of, "So true! I can't find a guy either!" or "Yeah, I hate having to cover myself up too." There were three (THREE!) people who said, "Don't let your weight hold you back" and those three people were utterly refuted. WTF?!
If an anorexic woman states she's disgusted by large people and thinks they should cover up then she's immediately considered a villain and is drawn and quartered. Everyone will rise up and state how wrong she is, and how proud they are to be them. However, if a somewhat larger lady (not obese, just not as fit) says she's disgusted by weight and needs to cover up and can't find a guy then she's revered for being true and honest and wonderful. Am I missing something here? If I am, please tell me.
Can we only say we're upset by weight if it's our own? Where do we draw the line on that? Does your BMI have to be at a certain level for you to complain about your weight or could someone with a BMI of 24 (technically considered normal, but on the upper edge) say they feel large and gross and unable to do all the things "normal" girls could (like shop)?
Plus, if it's weight that's keeping larger girls from getting married or buying cute clothes that look good on them (like fancy underwear), how do we respond to the girls who are doing this everyday? Did God look down on them and decide to grant them some sort of miracle despite their weight? Did they instead make a pact with Satan? Are they some sort of anomaly...a freak of nature? Or, are they perhaps just slightly more comfortable with who they are on the inside and are therefore able to let that shine through to the outside?
Lastly, whatever happened to losing weight so YOU feel pretty? What kind of message are we sending out? "I'm not really concerned about the weight. I just want to look cute...oh and find a man!" Somewhere along the line we seriously need to adjust our priorities.
Monday, November 8, 2010
My Bachelorette Party
Yesterday I told you about Jessica's bachelorette party, but the biggest problem is that I can't give you Jessica's emotions or feelings towards the party. I can, however, give you my feelings towards my own bachelorette part and wedding shower (or showers as the case may be).
My Bachelorette Party
My bachelorette party was a complete and utter surprise. First, Hans surprised me by flying my two best friends up to MN. He knew I was homesick and was having trouble that year, so he talked them and his parents into all pitching in a bit of money to give me a big surprise (fantastic!). So, my roommate, Jackie, and her sister, Kelli, decided that would be the perfect time for a party. I had a quiet evening planned...they had other things in mind.
Kelli arrived at the apartment baring a bag full of blow pops, some bachelorette-themed-shaped white chocolate and milk chocolate suckers, a handful of Hawaiian leis and tiara and veil. The rules were I had to approach random strangers at a bar, ask them if they'd like a c***, blow or lay for $1, and if they bought one I'd have to sing "Lolli-c***, lolli-c***, Ooh lolli, lolli-c**" while dancing. So, off we went: Jess, Laura, Liz, Kelli, and Jackie. They were nice enough to take me to TGI Fridays for dinner and preparation.
At first I was mortified...it was EMBARRASSING! Then, however, people started buying. Heck, I got so into it I even sold the tiara for $5 (although that may have irked Kelli a bit). Anyway, by the end of the evening I had made over $100, and had had a blast. I think we got home around 2:00 or 3:00 am, which was a bad idea because I had to be at work to do time cards by 7:00 am. It took me 3.5 hours to do what normally took under 2 hours. I was really tired.
The Wedding Shower Number 1
I forget what we had planned for that day, but I know it didn't work out. Jackie made up some story that her car wasn't working and asked if we could come pick her up at her sister's house, so off we went. When we got there, there were a few cars in the drive and on the road. As we entered the house, we were greeted by Jackie, Kelli, Hans' whole family, Jackie's mom (who was making our cake), and a buffet of wonderful...including a chocolate fountain. So, the problem with a chocolate fountain when you're really tired is that you make a mess. Within ten minutes I had made such a mess that I had to borrow one of Kelli's sweatshirts. Boy was I embarrassed. Oh well! We had fun. We played games like seeing who could make the best gown out of toilet paper (Hans makes a very amusing bride...especially with that strapless gown), and memory games like remembering what sorts of kitchen utensils were safety-pinned to an apron. We also brought out a few left over lolli-c***s from the night before and laughed hysterically as Hans, his brother, and his mom enjoyed the tasty treats. The party seemed to end too quickly, but I was tired and ready for a nap. Jess, Laura, and I went off so I could show them around town, and Hans and his parents went to see a show he'd been working on. I was happy that evening (well until Hans called to say that he and his parents had hit a deer. That wasn't fun).
The Wedding Shower Number 2
This one was much more planned. Actually, I'd known about this shower since before the first shower took place. Hans' grand-Godmother (his Godmother's mother) threw us this shower. Instead of involving people from VA and St. Cloud, this shower included more of Hans friends from Peterville. The invitations were fantastic. Each invitation had a recipe card and whether or not you could make it you were supposed to send in a recipe for us to call our own. We got some wonderful recipes including some delicious brownies from Liz's mom, some great waffles from Hans' dad, and the recipe for Green Garbage (a broccoli casserole Hans' family has over holidays). Hey, I said they were good. I never said they were healthy.
We also played games at this party...very similar games to the first shower. A really fun one was dressing up the bride and groom and tissue paper. Apparently, Hans is a jack of all trades, because not only did he make a great bride, he also looks pretty fantastic with a goatee and top hat.
The nice thing about this shower was that I didn't feel like I was about ready to drop. I was simply able to enjoy the party. That's definitely a bonus.
Anyway, it wasn't too long after all these parties that Hans and I got married. And now, my Maid of Honor, Jess, is getting married in less than a week. Wow! Time is flying by!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Bachelorette Party
A while back my best friend, Jessica, and her boyfriend, Byron, got engaged. I posted on it when it happened. Anyway, a couple of months ago they finally set the date. Anyway, one week from tomorrow, November 14th, Jess and Byron will finally be married. Everything is coming together nicely, Jess looks fantastic in her gown, and I am loving my Matron of Honor dress (although I hate the fact that I'm called a Matron...it sounds so old). Two weeks ago her SIL, Maria, threw a bridal shower, and last night I threw a Bachelorette Party. It has been quite fun.
As we go through all these events, though, I can't help but to reminisce on the events surrounding my own wedding...how different my bachelorette party was (not better, not worse, just different), how my wedding showers (yes I had more than one) turned out, and all my feelings surrounding the events. So, while I do want to share with you Jess' bachelorette party, I also want to share with you my own events. This post, though, is not about me. It's about Jess and the party we had last night.
As we go through all these events, though, I can't help but to reminisce on the events surrounding my own wedding...how different my bachelorette party was (not better, not worse, just different), how my wedding showers (yes I had more than one) turned out, and all my feelings surrounding the events. So, while I do want to share with you Jess' bachelorette party, I also want to share with you my own events. This post, though, is not about me. It's about Jess and the party we had last night.
Jessica's Bachelorette Party
The party was scheduled to start at 6:00 pm. Food was on the table, and what a spread it was. We had mini egg rolls, pretzel M&Ms, pub mix, chips and dip, and a few drinks. Pizza was on the way, due to arrive by 8:00, and we had a special guest arriving at 7:00. Get your mind out of the gutter! We did not hire a stripper. Actually, I had scheduled a Tasteful Treasures party...you know, like a Tupperware party except instead of Tupperware women look at items that might be useful in the boudoir. Anyway...we were ready and set to go by 6:00.
The only person there by 6:30 was Jess' sister-in-law, Maria. The bachelorette was late for her own party, and he was bringing a gaggle of guests with her! I finally decided to call her and she told me she was on her way, but by the sounds of things she wouldn't be there for another half an hour. Geeze! Anyway, the Tasteful Treasures lady arrived by 6:45 and the guest of honor still wasn't here!
I should make a note here that the lady I had originally booked for the party had called around 4:00 to say she was sick and couldn't make it, but that she had found a replacement. The replacement had called to introduce herself, and I that's when I found out it was her very first show...ever. Probably not ideal for a bachelorette party, but we're flexible. When the presenter arrived, we took one look at each other and realized we knew each other. Our presenter was someone whose sister went to middle school with me and who was only one grade below Jessica in elementary and middle school (in high school too, but they went to different schools by that point). Small world!
Well, Jess arrived with the extra guests by 6:56, just in time for the events to begin. We went through a presentation that was fun, filled with questions, and filled with even poor giggles and grown women acting like middle schoolers (tee-hee! She said "back door.") It was fun.
After the presentation, though, is when I feel the real fun began. A couple of people had to leave, and that was a shame because it would have been more fun with them, but the rest of us had a great time. We played Pin the Junk on the Hunk (like Pin the Tail on the Donkey only not), in which hilarity ensued. We followed this up that up with bachelorette charades (which we're all pretty awful at...we like to use words) and finished off with talking like chipmunks courtesy of the helium balloons...yes, we're middle schoolers.
All in all, it was a very fun evening...an evening spent with just us girls...an evening full of laughter and some stupidity, but all in good fun. I hope Jess had as much fun as I did, and I hope the party met her expectations. No, it wasn't a raucous night of drinking (although drinks were had). No, it wasn't a loud night, a wild night, or even a very late night. But, it was a fun night. So, here's to ending the single life!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Eating Late
This is an issue I'm facing right now. Actually, it may be a non-issue, but I'd love some advice.
So here's the deal. I eat late...generally between 9:00 and 10:00 pm, almost never before 8:00 and occasionally after 10:00. I'm not snacking or stress eating or mindless eating- that's when I have dinner. Here's what happens in my day.
I typically wake up sometime between 6:30 and 7:30. I'll shower, let the dogs out, and go have breakfast. If I don't have appointments that morning I'll either work in the office or run errands. Then it's off to my appointments.
The problem with in-home dog training is that a good percentage of people work 9-5. So, their appointments fall after 5:00 pm. Take yesterday for example. After running errands all morning and meeting with the roofer, I went to a 4:30, a 6:00, and a 7:30. I got home at 9:00. I was planning on working out before dinner, but I was exhausted and hungry, and I had work to do in the office, so Hans put dinner together. It was on the table by 10:00 pm.
It was a tasty dinner too. We had apple-cider chicken over pasta with green beans. The portions were quite reasonable, and the dinner was wholly satisfying. I had a banana for dessert (something I'm fine with not having when they are not in the house, but that I can't live without when they're right in front of me).
After dinner I trained the dogs for an hour (and had a blast doing additional work with Cody). Then I went to bed. I slept in later this morning, but that's simply because after some additional water intake yesterday I had to get up a few times in the middle of the night.
So, my questions are these: 1) Is this even an issue? I know eating late isn't ideal, but the meals are healthy and well-balanced. 2) Do you have any tips? I thoroughly enjoy my sit-down meals with Hans. I already eat lunch on the run a good portion of the time, and I'd prefer to not do that with dinner too. So if you have any suggestions that would be fantastic.
So here's the deal. I eat late...generally between 9:00 and 10:00 pm, almost never before 8:00 and occasionally after 10:00. I'm not snacking or stress eating or mindless eating- that's when I have dinner. Here's what happens in my day.
I typically wake up sometime between 6:30 and 7:30. I'll shower, let the dogs out, and go have breakfast. If I don't have appointments that morning I'll either work in the office or run errands. Then it's off to my appointments.
The problem with in-home dog training is that a good percentage of people work 9-5. So, their appointments fall after 5:00 pm. Take yesterday for example. After running errands all morning and meeting with the roofer, I went to a 4:30, a 6:00, and a 7:30. I got home at 9:00. I was planning on working out before dinner, but I was exhausted and hungry, and I had work to do in the office, so Hans put dinner together. It was on the table by 10:00 pm.
It was a tasty dinner too. We had apple-cider chicken over pasta with green beans. The portions were quite reasonable, and the dinner was wholly satisfying. I had a banana for dessert (something I'm fine with not having when they are not in the house, but that I can't live without when they're right in front of me).
After dinner I trained the dogs for an hour (and had a blast doing additional work with Cody). Then I went to bed. I slept in later this morning, but that's simply because after some additional water intake yesterday I had to get up a few times in the middle of the night.
So, my questions are these: 1) Is this even an issue? I know eating late isn't ideal, but the meals are healthy and well-balanced. 2) Do you have any tips? I thoroughly enjoy my sit-down meals with Hans. I already eat lunch on the run a good portion of the time, and I'd prefer to not do that with dinner too. So if you have any suggestions that would be fantastic.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Marie Claire
I've been wanting to write this post for some time, but I wasn't quite sure how to get my points across without offending anyone. So, as you read this, if you are offended then I apologize. Such is certainly not my intention. That said, this is my blog about my thoughts and feelings, so if you're really ticked, just don't read it.
Alright, that said, has everyone read the Marie Claire article that has everyone so infuriated? If not, I encourage you do so before continuing on this blog.
Most people are supremely ticked off about this article. If you don't believe me, try reading other blogs like LutherLiz or Dietgirl. There was even a kiss in over this article!
Here's my thing, this article does not anger me. Do I think it was written in poor taste? Yes. Do I think the publishers probably should have thought a little more before running the article? Definitely. But does it make me angry? No.
Now, one could argue that I'm not angry because I'm not obese. Well, considering the fact that hundreds of other non-obese people are angry I doubt that's it. Plus, just because I'm not obese now doesn't mean I never was, and it certainly doesn't mean I'm not without my own weight issues. So, why doesn't this article anger me?
Mainly, I feel sorry for the author. It's very clear to me (and anyone who has ever read this article) that the author has never struggled with obesity, and thus lacks a clear understanding of the larger percentage of the U.S. population.
She also admits (albeit briefly) in her update that she did struggle with anorexia. She definitely has her own issues to sort out. I'd say the number one issue, and the reason she wrote this article, is that she's afraid. She's not really disgusted by obesity. She's afraid of it. She's afraid that is what she will become. She's afraid that if she doesn't go to the gym or eat the right foods or do everything just right then she will become one of the morbidly obese masses. That's got to be a hard life to live.
Lastly, and this is the one that might offend people, she's not disgusted by obese people simply because they are obese, she clearly says that she's upset and offended by how they are treating themselves. Whether you're thin or fat, tall or short, the majority of the population is not treating their bodies properly. I can't really preach because I'm a big culprit here, but I'm working on it.
Our bodies are something sacred, something to be cherished. We should love and embrace our bodies no matter how large or small we are. We should fuel our bodies, not just feed them. We should love our bodies for every single step they allow us to take. We should greet the morning thanking our bodies and thanking God for even allowing us to wake up. Yet, we're not. We groan every morning. We curse that ache or pain. We focus on all the failures instead of all the accomplishments. We shovel food into our mouths (damn you Halloween candy) while we zone out watching shows like Jerseylicious (guilty) or House (definitely guilty), or ironically, The Biggest Loser (formerly guilty). I really wonder how Maura Kelly sees her body. Does she love it or does she curse herself when she gains a pound? That's a tough row to hoe.
So, I'm sorry, but I just can't be angry. Instead of getting angry at Maura (because really what good does that do?), I am simply taking the time to evaluate my own feelings. Am I afraid of putting the weight back on? Afraid doesn't even begin to cover it. Do I wish I was thinner? Unfortunately yes. My weight is healthy, but I'm not satisfied. More than thinner, I definitely wish I was healthier, and that is a whole other bag of worms. So please, feel however you wish. Do know, though, that anger isn't going to solve anything. Actually, it could just make you feel worse.
Alright, that said, has everyone read the Marie Claire article that has everyone so infuriated? If not, I encourage you do so before continuing on this blog.
Most people are supremely ticked off about this article. If you don't believe me, try reading other blogs like LutherLiz or Dietgirl. There was even a kiss in over this article!
Here's my thing, this article does not anger me. Do I think it was written in poor taste? Yes. Do I think the publishers probably should have thought a little more before running the article? Definitely. But does it make me angry? No.
Now, one could argue that I'm not angry because I'm not obese. Well, considering the fact that hundreds of other non-obese people are angry I doubt that's it. Plus, just because I'm not obese now doesn't mean I never was, and it certainly doesn't mean I'm not without my own weight issues. So, why doesn't this article anger me?
Mainly, I feel sorry for the author. It's very clear to me (and anyone who has ever read this article) that the author has never struggled with obesity, and thus lacks a clear understanding of the larger percentage of the U.S. population.
She also admits (albeit briefly) in her update that she did struggle with anorexia. She definitely has her own issues to sort out. I'd say the number one issue, and the reason she wrote this article, is that she's afraid. She's not really disgusted by obesity. She's afraid of it. She's afraid that is what she will become. She's afraid that if she doesn't go to the gym or eat the right foods or do everything just right then she will become one of the morbidly obese masses. That's got to be a hard life to live.
Lastly, and this is the one that might offend people, she's not disgusted by obese people simply because they are obese, she clearly says that she's upset and offended by how they are treating themselves. Whether you're thin or fat, tall or short, the majority of the population is not treating their bodies properly. I can't really preach because I'm a big culprit here, but I'm working on it.
Our bodies are something sacred, something to be cherished. We should love and embrace our bodies no matter how large or small we are. We should fuel our bodies, not just feed them. We should love our bodies for every single step they allow us to take. We should greet the morning thanking our bodies and thanking God for even allowing us to wake up. Yet, we're not. We groan every morning. We curse that ache or pain. We focus on all the failures instead of all the accomplishments. We shovel food into our mouths (damn you Halloween candy) while we zone out watching shows like Jerseylicious (guilty) or House (definitely guilty), or ironically, The Biggest Loser (formerly guilty). I really wonder how Maura Kelly sees her body. Does she love it or does she curse herself when she gains a pound? That's a tough row to hoe.
So, I'm sorry, but I just can't be angry. Instead of getting angry at Maura (because really what good does that do?), I am simply taking the time to evaluate my own feelings. Am I afraid of putting the weight back on? Afraid doesn't even begin to cover it. Do I wish I was thinner? Unfortunately yes. My weight is healthy, but I'm not satisfied. More than thinner, I definitely wish I was healthier, and that is a whole other bag of worms. So please, feel however you wish. Do know, though, that anger isn't going to solve anything. Actually, it could just make you feel worse.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Halloween
I know I just blogged yesterday, but I'm in a blogging mood. Here are a few thoughts to tide you all over until my next post.
What happened to Halloween? Hans and I stocked our shelves with candy, but we didn't even get through one bag last night. Only a small percentage of kids were dressed up, and half the time their parents asked for the candy for them. Part of me wonders if they didn't have costumes because they couldn't afford them, but then I have to ask why they didn't go for the homemade variety like Hans and I did.
Speaking of trick-or-treating, how old is too old to go out? I know I stopped when I turned 11, but I had a few friends go out until they were 15 or 16. Personally, I feel like once you're out of elementary school you're probably too old to go door to door asking for candy, but I want to get your take on it too.
I also got to thinking about Halloween parties. My dad and his fiancee threw a Halloween party and it was nice, but it got me to thinking about the kind of party I might throw. So, I came up with two different options. 1) Dia de los Muertos. Celebrate the latino heritage and Catholic religion with the Day of the Dead. I would definitely need to study-up on some of my facts, but I love this holiday. 2) Colonial Halloween. Who doesn't love the idea of bonfires, bobbing for apples, and ghost stories? Definitely my idea of fun. It did dawn on me that each of my parties takes Halloween back to its religious roots. That's OK by me. I think Halloween has really gotten lost in the consumerism lately. I'd love to celebrate it for what it really is.
What happened to Halloween? Hans and I stocked our shelves with candy, but we didn't even get through one bag last night. Only a small percentage of kids were dressed up, and half the time their parents asked for the candy for them. Part of me wonders if they didn't have costumes because they couldn't afford them, but then I have to ask why they didn't go for the homemade variety like Hans and I did.
Speaking of trick-or-treating, how old is too old to go out? I know I stopped when I turned 11, but I had a few friends go out until they were 15 or 16. Personally, I feel like once you're out of elementary school you're probably too old to go door to door asking for candy, but I want to get your take on it too.
I also got to thinking about Halloween parties. My dad and his fiancee threw a Halloween party and it was nice, but it got me to thinking about the kind of party I might throw. So, I came up with two different options. 1) Dia de los Muertos. Celebrate the latino heritage and Catholic religion with the Day of the Dead. I would definitely need to study-up on some of my facts, but I love this holiday. 2) Colonial Halloween. Who doesn't love the idea of bonfires, bobbing for apples, and ghost stories? Definitely my idea of fun. It did dawn on me that each of my parties takes Halloween back to its religious roots. That's OK by me. I think Halloween has really gotten lost in the consumerism lately. I'd love to celebrate it for what it really is.
Too Much T.V.
I feel like the Berenstein Bears in Too Much T.V. I've spent a lot of time vegging out lately, and that certainly needs to change. I have, however, seen two very interesting shows.
First, I've been watching Sister Wives. For Halloween, these four women dressed up as women who are happily married. That is a lifestyle I don't think I'll ever understand. Especially after seeing this first season, I think my head would explode if I lived that way. Actually, I'll probably do a whole post on this one later, so I'll leave it at that for now.
Second, I recently saw previews for Sarah Palin's Alaska. Oh, and Palin dressed up as an average Josephine. So, I have to ask, is Palin planning on running for President? I definitely see this show as a way to portray her as an "average Joe." She's just an all-American gal who fishes, dog-sleds, hunts, and protects her kids. I don't mean to offend anyone, but I highly doubt that's the way she is at all. My guess is that she's done those things, and probably enjoyed them (I'd enjoy dog-sledding too), but that she doesn't do them all the time. Really, between her time in government office and her time on Fox News, when would she have time to go dog sledding? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she sleds into office all the time up in Alaska (well, when she was in office). Maybe she and her kids go fishing on a daily basis. Maybe they really live in tents and live off the land...I just highly doubt it.
Anyway, that's enough of my ranting and raving. It's off to work with me!
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