I heart Saturdays

I'm working 10 am until 6 pm today at Tandemonium. I cleaned the sidewalk of the 2 inches of snow we received last night. Other than that, it's been a boring day here in O-HI-O.

Do three sentences count as a blog entry? I think so.

Day seven of seven complete! Goal has been achieved!!

I might just keep this blog up to date from now on...it's been a great way to reflect on the passing of time.

Boring Thursday

Don't you just hate boring days? This is one of those kind of days for me.

Give me some current events to talk about, celebrity gossip...anything that will stimulate a conversation. Nothing...that's what today is all about. Go figure.

Happy Thursday to those who are reading this blog (all two of you).

Day something of seven...I've lost count. LOL!


(Note added 2/27: I had no idea there was going to be a natural disaster occuring in Chile when I wrote this...praying for all those who live there).

90210

Today is Wednesday, not much to blog about. I woke up (good), bummed around on the couch until 2:00 pm (bad), then went to work from 3:00 pm until 9:00 pm (good, bad...a little of both).

Below are some pictures from Tandemonium...the tanning salon where I work part-time. I love this place!

I am still sore today. Actually, really sore. Still taking baby steps when I move, hoping Thursday will be better.

I can't believe I am going to admit this, but...I love Bevery Hills, 90210. The show, not the actual place. I watch it EVERY SINGLE DAY...it comes on at 11 am, 12 pm, and 5 pm here in Cincinnati. I used to tivo it until I realized the same episodes repeated themselves on a daily basis. I love the old ones...the shows that take me back to 1993, the days of big hair and fuzzy eyebrows. I had those in case you are wondering. You could probably push the top of my head and it would blow an aerosol spray of hairspray back in the day. Good ol' AquaNet. Do they still make that stuff? (I hope it's not aerosol, that's bad for the environment...please leave my ozone layer alone!)

The girls of Tandemonium...voted one of the top 250 salons in the United States.


Well, there you have it...I admitted one of my guilty pleasures.


Day four of seven...finished!

Old Glory

You know how you see something and you immediately think, "This is going to be a good day"...it happened to me today.

I pulled up to the gym this afternoon and immediately spotted what became my object of obsession for the next half hour. Let me add two things: 1) My legs are sore beyond belief, two days in a row of working out has taken its toll on my out of shape body. It is a struggle to walk down the steps, it's a good thing we have a railing for me to hold on to...it's bad, real bad. 2) The "it" that I am referring to is not a person. I am in no shape or form making fun of a person...just his choice of the "it".

So, where was I? Oh yes, pulling up at the gym. A man was walking across the parking lot to the entrance in what appeared to be MC Hammer work out pants, you know the ones...big, elastic wasteband, tight around the ankles. Not only did these pants stand out because of the cut(the pants are what I was referring to as "it"), they looked like the American flag....red, white and blue...even had the stars. To make matters worse, I noticed the guy had a grey handlebar mustache...just like Sam Elliot! It was too good to be true...I was in nirvana!!

I snapped a couple pics of the pants, trying to get only the pants. I succeeded, sort of. To my flag wearing gym buddy...you made my day enjoyable! Thank you.

Bill is out of town in Toledo, Ohio working this week. This has been the norm in our house for several weeks now. His union is in a contract dispute with the Blood Workers of the American Red Cross. To show our support, Cacy and I made a picket sign for her to proudly wear for the cause. I also included an adorable pic of our little dog after her bath tonight...she's so spoiled!

Day three of seven...almost halfway to my goal!

Typical Situation

The 23 or so inches of snow that accumulated here in Ohio last week seems to be melting. Slowly, I might add. The sounds of water flowing down into the drainage pipes and the mushy patches of grass have become evident in my neighborhood. I love the snow. It is a rare beauty, so white and pure. Makes me think of my childhood.

Here's a brief overview of my day:

1) Doctor appointment (Chiropractor) this morning. I sprained (for lack of a better term) my C2 and C4 vertebrae. Let me add this has been some of the worst pain ever...with the exception of my 3 abscessed teeth in December. I've been in treatment since the end of January and it's slowly working. I can now sit, sleep and drive my car comfortably...the pain hasn't subsided yet, but I am definitely on the mend. Thank you, Matthew Hakes. You are the most caring Doctor of Chiropractic care that I have ever met. Note to reader: Apparently sleeping with both arms extended over your head does not help your neck much...neither does the wild moves of playing Wii tennis...I think that is what did it.

2) Personal training with my Mitchell. It was good to get back in the gym and sweat a little bit. We shall see just how out of shape I really am in the morning when I try to brush my teeth.

I did other things during the day, they just seem to mundane to mention.

Day two of seven...complete!

Saturday, posted on Sunday

Yesterday, my friend Heather came up from Lexington to spend the day with me. It was her day, so she picked what she wanted to do in the big city. It's always fun being with my pal. We can literally do nothing and have the best time together.

First, We went to Costco (she'd never been). After piddling around in the wholesale center, we went to Hyde Park Square. This area of Cincinnati is filled with little boutiques, restaurants and million dollar homes. We walked through several little shops before meeting up with my friend Mindy (from VH1's Rock of Love Bus). Mindy is a childhood friend of mine who lives in the vicinity. We were adamant about grabbing a late lunch at my favorite sushi restaurant called "Dancing Wasabi". We pull up in front of the restaurant only to discover they don't open until 5:00 pm...it was 2:30 pm. After brainstorming for a while, it became apparent that most sushi restaurants are closed from 3pm until 5pm. Why, you ask?? Who knows...but it didn't fare well with our growling tummies.

We shopped for a while longer in Nordstrom Rack (the outlet store for Nordstrom, love it), Stein Mart, and TJ Maxx. Heather was on a mission to find a scarf for her grandmother's birthday.

Below are pictures of the cutest hat I purchased at Nordstrom Rack (which I might add had a $47.00 price tag, I paid $15.00 for it...couldn't pass it up, but wondered all the way home who would actually buy a hat for $47.00). Heather is holding the one of the scarves she has picked out for her grandmother's gift and is unaware of her middle finger pose...or at least I think she is unaware of it.

After nearly shopping ourselves silly, it was on to fill our bellies with sushi. And that, we did. Yum, yum, yum.

Once home, I snuggled in with "The Help"...it's the book I am reading by Kathryn Stockett, not the person who cleans my house on a regular basis (although, the book is about the maids of the 1960's).

Day one of seven...complete!

Seven Days

I have decided to attempt to write a short blog every day for the next seven days. I'm not sure why I have chosen to do this, but two reasons come to mind. 1) I like setting goals for myself and then obtaining them. And, 2) I think it will be kind of fun to read what I was doing on a particular day in a given week.

While my blog entries may not be fun to read or contain new information, they will be a way for me to chronicle a week of my life.

So, for the two people who follow this blog...here goes nothing...or something. Who knows...

Duct tape is silver, silence is golden.

Sometimes, I wish my mouth had a backspace or delete button. Scratch that...My mouth needs a backspace or delete button, preferably both.

Let me set up the day I've had before getting to the punchline (like there is such a thing, but it sounds good on paper).

I decided to go back to the gym and work out with my personal trainer after a long hiatus. Upon arriving at the gym, I am informed my personal trainer, Layth, no longer works there. That should be a strong indication of how long it has been since I went to this particular gym. "Ok," I say, "Well, sign me up with someone else." I now have a new personal trainer named Mitchell.

I have thirty minutes to kill until my appointment, so I jump on a treadmill. (Note to reader: I have no idea what "Mitchell" looks like.) I'm cruising along on the treadmill and somebody behind me on the elliptical sounds as if he/she is about to give birth to a small elephant. At this point, I'm not sure whether to look around to investigate the nature of this sound or just ignore it. Of course, I turned around. The dude behind me can't weigh more than 150 pounds, has a red buzzed haircut, and has no idea of the horrendous sounds coming from his mouth (assuming they are emitted from his mouth) due to his little ipod blaring music into his ears. What's a girl to do? I immediately text my friend and tell her I wish I had my video camera. What happened after this is all quite a blur...

I'm scanning the gym looking for my Mitchell to appear when I spot the biggest, baldest guy standing by the desk wearing a red shirt (gym employees wear red shirts, black pants/shorts). Did I mention he was big??? He looked like he could bench press me with his left hand only. It HAS to Mitchell. Now, I'm scared and wondering if this "working out" thing is completely necessary. To make matters worse, elephant boy has positioned himself beside me on a treadmill. I immediately hit stop and head to the bathroom to hide for a little bit.

Once composed, I saunter up to the receptionist desk to find my Mitchell. "Where's Mitchell?" I asked. "Right there," as the receptionist pointed to the personal training station. I glanced around to where she pointed, my bald headed Mitchell nowhere in sight. "Where?" I questioned again. As soon as I said it, the cutest, pocket-sized guy came my way with his hand extended. "I'm Mitchell," he said. Now, not only does the top of Mitchell's head come to my eyebrows, but he's of obvious Vietnamese decent. Based on his stature, one could only assume he is a martial arts expert. JACKPOT!!

We sit down to go over measurements, goals, etc., etc. This is when I wish I had the delete/backspace button. I seriously do not know how or why I say the things I do sometimes.

Me: "Do you have a six pack?"
Mitchell: "Yes"
Me: "Can I see it?"
Mitchell: "No"
Me: "Then you probably don't have one."
Mitchell: Silence
Me: "Nice meeting you, see you Monday at 3."

I sit in my car for the next eleven minutes texting my friend Heather. She finally calls me back and we go over the events of my day. She can not believe I asked him that, and when she puts it like that...I can't either. What is wrong with me??? The frequency of this type of behavior is beginning to worry me.

Heather begins to tell me about this funny comic she read this morning (attached below).

I laughed out loud, she laughed out loud and then I said, "You should be the voice of the pig." Once again, delete, delete, delete. Let me point out there was a period of silence on the phone. I did not mean to say what I said...well, maybe I did, but just not like it came out. I meant to point out that Heather is so funny and says those kinds of things all the time, not that she is fat or pig-like.

I will now be very cautious about the delivery of my comments. I've said enough today to last me for a couple weeks...or at least a few days.