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"Other people" Exercise Self improvement

Day 3: My Dirty Little Secret

Okay, so it’s not really dirty and it’s hardly a secret.

I don’t really like going to the gym.

I like saying I go to the gym, I like the way I feel afterwards, and I like the idea of being someone who works out. But I don’t love doing it. I don’t spring out of bed to go for a run, and you will certainly never find me at a 5:30 am spin class. I think that I would prefer going in the afternoon, when I’m not dragging myself from bed…but then the weekend rolls around and manage to find other ways to fill my time. Since I joined this gym a year ago, I haven’t been transformed into a hard-bodied supermodel. (Not saying I’m not healthier but that’s a different story.)

This morning, since I had the chance to come into work a little later than usual, I dragged myself to the gym. Haven’t been there in almost a week. I couldn’t face getting on the treadmill so I focused on strength exercises, which are still good but don’t require quite as much psyching-up.

These people did get on the treadmill this morning – and I admire them. (In the foreground is one of my favorite strength machines – I think the exercise is a chest press? I do like that.)

Good for you, runners (and walkers). Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be up there with you.

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Being a girl Not awesome Self improvement Work

Menlo Park, 94025

Day 2 of my Realistically Regular Life: lunch.

My work friend Jonathan dubbed this my "sad-wich."

Trying to find the balance between “no money to spend on food” and “trying to eat healthy” is hard. Sure, I’d love to have piles of money to spend on fresh fruit and tubs of greek yogurt. The reality is that I have to figure out what’s already in the kitchen and how to put it together in the best combinations, to cut back on those daily trips to Safeway.

Some people can make eating on a budget sound glamorous and fun – I’m looking at you, Rachael Ray, traveling Europe and spending the equivalent of a tank of gas every single day and calling it a show. But really? It’s just another morning making another (lean) turkey and (2%) cheese sandwich with (zero WW-points) mustard.

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Being a girl Friends Memoir Self improvement Work

My life, realistically

This weekend I visited Davis, along with 2 of my girlfriends from college, and amidst the hours of nonstop talking (we had a lot to catch up on) I admitted having feelings of jealousy as of late. They reacted as I expected: much “Are you crazy??” and trying to explain to me why I was being irrational, but you know, sometimes jealousy isn’t rational.

We eventually decided the problem is Facebook – isn’t it always? – and then hatched a plan for a 14-day photo project.

The theory behind this is that people post all kinds of pictures of their awesome vacations, and their awesome dinners, and their awesome new outfits, and their awesome houses, and their awesome everything. And then you get jealous of them. But of course they’re not posting pictures of their dirty laundry pile, or the traffic they commute through, or the fact that for dinner they just made Hamburger Helper but they didn’t actually have hamburger so they used hot dogs and it was kind of gross.

So for the next 2 weeks I’m going to post realistic pictures of my every day life. Sounds like fun, right? Well, you’re welcome.

Day 1 – Here’s my getting-full recycling box at work, which I then had to take downstairs to the big recycling dumpster. Three cheers for mundane tasks that need to get done!

I just love recycling.
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Nature Tomato

Tomato Plant 2011

So on Memorial Day weekend, I planted a new tomato plant (in a Topsy Turvy) and pots of dill and basil seeds. Here is what they looked like two weeks ago:

We’ve had kind of back-and-forth weather, but the tomato has been growing upwards…and this morning I noticed there is baby dill! And one of the flowers on the tomato plant is turning into a baby tomato.

(You can see how great the weather is today…eh.)

No sign from the basil yet, but that’s okay. If it doesn’t take I might try again and hope for more sun.

All this gloomy weather – and the wind! – has meant spending more time indoors. We recently finished watching the second season of Modern Family on Hulu Plus. After we finished the last episode, this little notice popped up:

“Need a break? You have been watching for more than 3 hours.”

The thing is, we definitely hadn’t been watching that long at the time. So I don’t know about that. But I did like Modern Family!

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Exercise Memoir Nature Not awesome

“Don’t they ever stop migrating?” -The Birds

This morning as I was leaving the gym, a bird attacked me and grabbed the back of my head with its talons. Then it flew up to the roof and sat there. The whole front wall of the gym is windows, so I’m wondering how many earnest morning bikers observed the whole thing.

When I got in my car the bird flew down and sat on the hood looking at me until I honked the horn. I mean, I assume it was the same bird.

Why would a bird do such a thing? Here are some theories:

  1. It was just in a pissy mood (maybe it’s not an early bird?) and I just happened to be there.
  2. It wanted to carry me away to feed me to its giant bird leader, who lives in a volcano.
  3. I got too close to its nest – but to that I say, the ONE bush outside the door of a 24 HOUR FITNESS is a stupid place to build a nest.
  4. Some kind of mass bird disease, or world takeover plan, a la Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds.

…Which inspired me to put this little trick together:

Which is actually more terrifying than the original incident. I mean, yikes. (The problem is, in 99% of pictures, I am smiling or having fun, so when I need a picture that shows some kind of negative emotion, like panic or terror, my options are limited.)

But this thing reminds me of the cover of the Aphex Twin album, Come to Daddy.

Again I say, yikes.

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Fashion

New look!

What do we think? I’m not sold on the header font, but seeing if it grows on me.

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Beauty Being a girl Fashion Self improvement Sentiment

Pincurls: good for getting hair to fit under a wig; not good for much else.

I am the perfect target audience for marketers. The kind of person who sees a pizza commercial and thinks, Let’s have that tonight. One strong memory I have from New York is of watching Kung-Fu Panda on DVD with Drew one night, and during one scene where they’re all eating noodles, we paused the movie and went to Duane Reade to get Cup Noodles because they just sounded so good.

I know, right?

(Side note: Is it just called “Cup Noodles”? I feel like when I say it out loud, it’s like “Cup-a-noodles” but this was what they had on the official Nissin website, so…)

So what’s a girl to do with 8 hours of free time, no chaperone, and a book called Kabul Beauty School? She gets an idea to have her own little beauty school. And with still-damp hair from the shower, and a two-thirds-full card of bobby pins, nothing sounds better than putting her hair in pincurls.

I finished Kabul Beauty School, Drew said he was swinging by the apartment to pick something up, and suddenly I felt kind of stupid. So I unwrapped all the curls and was left with a head full of very crimpy, still slightly damp, hair. After I brushed it out it became very crimpy and now fluffy, too.

This is my friend Kirsten’s dog. He’s a schnoodle named Attila. We now look somewhat alike.

In fact, I remember having this same revelation years ago in college, when Kirsten spent like two hours braiding my hair into tiny braids, while I chatted on AIM with some guy. The reveal at the end of that escapade – which, I’m sorry to say, lasted a couple days as I left the braids in for maximum style – was much the same at this, and our third roommate, Hailey, dubbed me “Weird Feet Poodle Head.”

(The “weird feet” part came from a whole separate story, involving the interesting patterns in which I wore out my flip-flops.)

I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s true that if you don’t learn from your mistakes you’re doomed to repeat them. And yes, I fully believe that in a few years I’ll be watching some movie or reading some book, and have some free time, and go, Hey, pincurls are easy and might be interesting!

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Awesome Being a girl Fashion Self improvement

Everything you ever wanted to know about organizing a picnic

Probably most people have heard of Emily Post and her famous etiquette books…but have you ever cracked one open? Those babies are chock-full of gold, as I discovered when I snagged the eleventh revised edition at an estate sale last year.

Now it sits on the shelf and every so often Drew will read me a couple sections, which offer advice tell you exactly how to handle every situation from Introductions, Greetings, and Farewells (Part One, Chapter 1) to An Invitation to the White House (Part Eleven, Chapter 59), and it doesn’t stop there.

This edition, revised by Elizabeth Post (granddaughter by marriage of Emily Post), was published in 1965 and is 678 pages long, not counting the preface(s) and index.

I’m just going to crack it open and read you some paragraphs. I am not searching out specific passages.

Motels and hotels

To Assure Accommodations in Hotels:
It is well to write or telegraph in advance for accommodations in a hotel. A typical telegram reads:

PLEASE RESERVE DOUBLE ROOM WITH BATH FOR WIFE AND SELF AFTERNOON DECEMBER THIRD TO FIFTH.
JOHN G. HAWKINS

A letter is a little more explicit:

Manager of the Lake Hotel,
Chicago, Illinois
Dear Sir:
     Please reserve two single rooms with baths or with a bath between for my daughter and me. We are due to arrive in Chicago at five o’clock on the afternoon of December sixth and shall stay a week.
     I prefer moderate-priced rooms not higher than the fourth floor.
Very truly yours,
Mrs. George K. Smith

(Note that this is one of the few occasions when “Mrs.” belongs with a woman’s signature.)

Tea Dances

An afternoon tea dance often takes the place of the old-fashioned debutante ball. <<See Chapter 27, “Balls and dances.”>> It may equally well be given to introduce a new daughter-in-law. On occasion, it may be your responsibility to see that someone who has moved to your community is properly introduced, and a tea dance serves this purpose very well.

Invitations, especially to a dance given to introduce the bride of a son, are usually written on the visiting card of the hostess with “To meet Mrs. Grantham Jones, Jr.” across the top. it is equally correct, however, to use the inside of a fold-over card or an informal. They may also be telephoned.

The arrangements for a tea with dancing are much the same as for an evening dance. A screen of greens in front of which the musicians sit, perhaps a few green vines here and there, and flowers on the tables form the typical decorations. Whether in a hotel, club ballroom, or a private drawing room, the curtains are drawn, and the lights lighted as though for a dance in the evening. Usually only tea, chocolate, breads, and cakes are served.

Picnics: A Check List

The perfect picnic manager, like the perfect traveler, has made simplification an exact science. She knows very well that the one thing to do is to take the fewest things possible and to consider the utility of those few.

Fitted hampers, tents and umbrellas, folding chairs and tables are all very well in a shop – and all right if you have a trailer or a station wagon for hauling them. But the usual flaw in picnics is that there are too many things to carry and look after and too much to clean and pack up and take home again.

Therefore, for those who organize picnics frequently, it is a good idea to make up a list of all items that may be needed and check it each time before leaving. All the equipment may not be necessary for every picnic, but a list will prevent the salt or the bottle opener from being omitted!

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I don’t want to overwhelm anyone, but please, if you have any questions about how to handle anything (new baby, second wedding, audience with the Pope, anything), then just let me know and I’d be happy to see what Emily and Elizabeth Post have to say about it. I guarantee it’ll be interesting and give you a new perspective on it, even if you don’t necessarily take their advice.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sit in my pajamas and eat crackers and Babybel while reading a paperback.

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Self improvement Writing

Post A Day May

Here’s what I’ve learned, from a month of blogging every day.

  • There is always something to talk about. (Even if it ends up being a private post for some reason.)
  • The more stuff you put out, the more likely that some of it will be good. (This is a lesson I am constantly relearning.)
  • Even if you’re not “promoting” yourself (via Facebook), updating more frequently will make people check more frequently. I noticed a major trend in my site stats, and I think it’s because instead of just waiting for me to post a link on Facebook, some people have started just checking in every day to see what’s up. I like that.

Hopefully I’ve trained these anonymous strangers to continue to check every day. Although if I’m not posting every day that probably won’t last very long. But you never know! There could be new updates at any moment! You’d better check a couple times a day, Anonymous.

Who knows, maybe I’ll update again later today…

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Memorial Day Weekend, Part Deux

I mentioned recently that Drew and I sort of let the weekends go by us, while we spend them relaxing and generally not doing very much. Well, we wanted to make the most of this weekend, so we’ve been doing our best to remain entertained and engaged in this second half of the long weekend.

Yesterday our friends Sam and Shawn came up from Redwood City and we went to Sea Bowl.

Here’s what I learned: I am way worse at bowling than I thought I was. I thought I was like, eh, okay. But really I am like, a 40-point-game type of bowler. Surprising, and slightly embarrassing. If I knew how bad I was, I would have, like, pretended to never have bowled before or something.

At least the shoes were cool…in a hipster sort of way. (Non-matching shoelaces and all.)

I think I probably just needed to get back into the swing of things. But we got through only 1 1/2 games. I guess I could just say I was going to hustle them, and I just didn’t have time to get into the second part of the hustle.

Today it’s semi-nice out, and we went for a walk. Milagra Ridge is a nice place to walk, it’s got great views, it’s not super difficult but it’s also not totally flat. There is also a WW II bunker (or maybe more than one?) and that’s interesting. Today we climbed over the “fence” that separates the walking paths from the wilderness part, and climbed all over the bunker.

Obviously, people have broken in and spent some time hanging out in there. You can stick your head in the part they broke into (although it makes me super nervous to stick my head very close), and check out what they chose to graffiti on the walls. (Things like ’91 and “KKK Sucks!”)

Here’s the makeshift entrance to the bunker:

Here’s the real door to the bunker (well-hidden!).

Then we had to make our way back down to the path.

Now that I got my fresh air and my Vitamin D, I don’t have to feel guilty if all I want to do the rest of the day is sit around reading Kristin Cashore’s Fire, or watching Modern Family, and waiting for the maintenance guy to come out and fix the balcony door.