Monthly Archives: March 2012

Beautiful Disaster…


Since this is the fitness blog, i’ll definitely tie this post in with my work out – eventually. However, I had a rather bi-polar day….therefore, she vents.

I wake up to the best cup of coffee my money can buy – key word is “my” here.  My money buys few things that are truly “the best.” I get ready for work & find myself randomly laughing about my night out with some friends – seriously, I reached a personal new low last night…it’s funny & not so funny depending on the audience. I see a McDonalds – which i’d have loathed on a normal day – but apparently today I whip my car across two lanes of traffic to pull in, order, & have my card declined…all in a matter of minutes. I am like a GPS at this point…”recalculating.” I get to my office & check my bank. I find that someone has taken a lot of money out of my acct., for the second time in less than 15 days. I immediately feel it coming – tears are soon to be streaming down my cheeks like freaking niagra falls. I don’t like dealing with money, I just like to make it, people.

I jump in the car to go meet with the president of our bank. While I am telling him – puhleeasse, more like blubbering to him – about what has happened, we start a conference call. By the end of our meeting the bank assures me all our money will be back in before the close of business. I took my fraudulent claim paperwork with me & scurried on back to the office.

It’s a matter of seconds before I am laughing with a co-worker about some funny shtuff. I had planned on heading to old cloverdale with a friend after work, but definitely had to take a rain check for that lil’ outing until this gets straightened out.

 I think the only rational thing to do is Yoga tonight.


My roomie just got in and asked me how bad my day was.  Let me break down what that means: was it betty crocker bad or ghirardelli bad? I am certain this was a “ghirardelli bad” kind of day.  So we are now in the kitchen making brownies.

For those of you wondering – where is Jordan? Let me fill you in. He is on a sabbatical. It started with a ski trip, moving towards a hunting trip, and I assume he will make his way back to the deep south sometime at the end of March.

peace, love, & more peace,


Children = Perfection.  All smiles after this video.



I left work & met my bestie at the gym.  We did spin class & then headed upstairs to run.  I normally do an easy run – 2 or 3 miles – on the days I have spin, mainly because I am one sad story when I get off the bike.  I am so predictable…about half way through the class I start cursing myself for going. I walk in all confident making people think I can hang…but I rapidly become a hot mess once my feet start peddling up Mt. Everest. Acknowledging this about myself, I never get on a bike close to the door because i’m certain i’d leave at my weakest state.

After we finished spin & ran a little, I took said bestie to my office. I have a million things to document in a case, and I love to do work with a good movie going in the background, so I took her with to grab my shtuff. While at the office, I remembered we have a gym on the 3rd floor.  Thinking it may have mirrors, so we can recreate “Save The Last Dance,” we went straight to the gym.  Unfortunately no mirrors were to be found; HOWEVER, we did find the best 80’s work out equipment that money can buy.


Remember the Gazelle? These are fab!

I suppose I should go tend to my domestic duties like a good lil’ housewife. I work two jobs, ya know. My day job is pretty much the best thing ever! And my night job…well, not so much. I am a part time domestic engineer. I’m certain I should be written up for slacking on my night job. Never thought i’d be the girl saying, “I want a house cleaner.”  Pretentiousness is my least favorite thing in life..but dear goodness those words are on the tip of my tongue.

I happen to be in luck because my friend called & is currently asking if I want to hang. Looks like the house will remain in its current state a lil’ longer.

Love to my peeps,


All The While My Character Is Steel…


I told myself I would never become a marathon runner.  I think marathon runners are crazy to put their bodies through torture.  (never say never, shells)  I am now said crazy person.  When I was about a month in to training for the half, I said: “I will never run 26 miles; the half is the farthest I will run.”  (again, never say never, shells) I have fallen for running. I have this issue with pushing myself beyond all reasonable limits…and I am pretty sure that is what marathon runners are made up of.  I am bored with 5ks, and when I cross the half finish line, I may or may not be ready for a bigger challenge.

My sister and I co-blog about our training on this page.  It makes us feel closer (because she is in Korea -insert pitiful sad face- and we both LOVE to write).  We planned on crossing our first finish line together, but I’m curerntly treading uncharted territory with my life’s plans.  Since we may or may not actually finish this goal hand in hand – I am gearing up to run a half by myself (insert another pitiful sad face). I plan on taking a million pictures of my sad self at the finish line to send to Korea.

I have decided to only focus on the fitness blog for awhile, so I will definitely have much more to say in this space.  I will leave you with my new motto in life: when life is giving you the finger, lace up your shoes.