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Man Overboard

02 Tuesday Jul 2013

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photo (10)You guys it’s 1 million degrees outside. Maybe 1 zillion. I’m dying. Riggins is dying. Riggins never did well in the heat but as he gets older his tolerance is even lower. As I get older I’m right there with him. Luckily, we will soon be heading up to my sisters and camping on a lake. That’s right … a lake.

I LOVE to swim. It makes me so happy. I can’t wait to get to my sister’s house and jump in their tiny little portable pool. It’s not big enough to do laps but it’s big enough for me to submerge my entire body in and grin with happiness! Then we will be off to the lake where Riggins can join in the fun (when I say join in I mean come into the water in a frenzy trying to save his mommy from drowning only to find out he is in water and claw his way up my body to sit on my head). He has a life-preserver so he won’t die and so he has a handle that I can use to turn him around and push his butt back to shore.

I can’t wait! Water water water here I come. I can’t wait to walk through the muck of the lake and get to the depth where I can swim. I can’t wait to swim wayyyyyyyy out and turn image (16)around to see all the little faces staring at me from shore. I can’t wait to use my new and improved Bar Method flexibility and toe pointing skills to choreograph one woman water dancing shows to the music in my head. I can’t wait to wrap a noodle around Riggins and force him to bob up and down in the water with me. I can’t wait to blow bubbles and push my hair off my eyes. I LOVE IT ALL. I’m never coming out of the water … EVER!

One thing that always causes anxiety when water is close is what bathing suit to wear. Am I right ladies? Here is the thing … I’m fit and all, but I look HORRIBLE in a two piece. I have amazing abs. Seriously. Super duper abs … they are just hidden under a layer of tummy fat. I feel like a beached whale in a two piece. I also get really annoyed in any fashion bathing suit that I can’t swim and be free without worrying about a wardrobe malfunction. Who has time to make sure their boob is covered when they are frolicking in the wonderful cool h2o? So I decided a few years ago to give up on fashion bathing suits and only wear my competitive swimming ones. They freakin’ rock! They fit and keep everything in place and you can swim and dive and splash and no one will see your goodies. I actually have a two piece competitive swim suit that I had sworn I was going to wear this summer. My thought was I would wear it to swim laps and get comfortable in it while tanning my lily white tummy. Alas I am jobless and can’t pay for pool time so my stomach still hasn’t seen the light of day. At one point I had the brilliant idea to wear it outside so I could sun while the dogs played, but I didn’t. Sunbathing is boring. I can’t do it. Then I thought it couldn’t be that bad? How different could my skin tone really be. So I held up my arm to my tummy and it turns out it was bad. Oh well …. no worries. I’ve got two great one pieces that will do just fine.

I’ve got Riggins life-preserver, my suit and open water goggles all ready! Throw in some sunscreen, undies and a nightshirt and Riggins and I can consider ourselves packed for the holiday weekend!

Feeling Blue?

01 Monday Jul 2013

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I just received this email message:

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Why yes Trek bike e-mail marketing folks I do feel blue.  How did you know?  I took this as a sign that I should cancel my evening Bar Method class and instead get out my non-Trek (I’m not fancy enough for that brand) bike and take a cruise.  Then I thought about having to put on those tight bike pants with the giant pad in the crotch and figured I’d stick with Bar Method for my stress release today.

I think the more important thing is why am I blue:

  • Is it because I just drove Shug home?  That means driving in to and out of Santa Monica, and that commute would make a grown man cry.
  • Is it because it’s Chloe’s last day and I will miss my two little dogs?  Nah.  I mean I will miss them but I’ll be happy to give some well deserved TLC to Riggins.
  • Is it because you can’t get those delicious fat chocolate chip cookies at Carl’s Jr. anymore?  Let’s face it that is just devastating and frankly has eliminated one of my life coping mechanisms.
  • Is it because I gotta pack for my Fourth of July camping trip and I hate packing?
  • Is it because it’s so hot outside I sweat just thinking about going out there?
  • Is it because I really need money and received no less than 3 calls from a gentleman wanting to talk about a VP of Sales job in the same industry I just left?  DING DING DING.  I think we have a winner.

I believe it is these voice mails sitting on my phone, staring at me, mocking me, and that I have been avoiding, that have me silently sobbing while driving down the 101.  As you know I left my job because I was unhappy and very stressed.  Stressed to the point that it was hurting my quality of life.  So I left …. now I have no job.  No prospects … except for jobs exactly (or really similar) to the one I left.  The thought of having to take one so that I can pay my bills sends me into a downward spiral requiring Xanax and mixed cocktails.  Let’s face it could I do it?  Yes.  Am I good at it?  Yes.  Would I be miserable?  Probably.  Sigh …. why oh why can’t someone give me a shot at doing something else?  Something I’d like to do and wouldn’t dread?  Is this really what we have come to?  Having to choose between a roof over our heads and happiness.  No possibility of both?  THAT’S DEPRESSING.  No wonder I’m blue.  Why can’t someone call me and say “I saw your resume on (insert one of many job related sites) and would love for you to be the executive director of Los Angeles’ new no kill shelter.”?????  Is that really too much to ask?????

In order to put a stop to my giant pity party of one (plus two dogs in the backseat) I swung into McDonald’s for a tasty $1 large diet coke, came home, put on my big girl panties and called back the job dude.  He was very nice and understanding.  I am just beyond sacred that it will get to a point where I will have to buckle and take a job like my old one and by the time it comes to that I would have already told everyone I’m done with sales and they won’t want me.  Aaaaaaahhhhh.

To stop the stress and unhappiness let me share pictures of Chloe and Mashugana with you.  They can make anyone happy!

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Feeling Blue?

01 Monday Jul 2013

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I just received this email message:

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Why yes Trek bike e-mail marketing folks I do feel blue. How did you know? I took this as a sign that I should cancel my evening Bar Method class and instead get out my non-Trek (I’m not fancy enough for that brand) bike and take a cruise. Then I thought about having to put on those tight bike pants with the giant pad in the crotch and figured I’d stick with Bar Method for my stress release today.

I think the more important thing is why am I blue:

  • Is it because I just drove Shug home? That means driving in to and out of Santa Monica, and that commute would make a grown man cry.
  • Is it because it’s Chloe’s last day and I will miss my two little dogs? Nah. I mean I will miss them but I’ll be happy to give some well deserved TLC to Riggins.
  • Is it because you can’t get those delicious fat chocolate chip cookies at Carl’s Jr. anymore? Let’s face it that is just devastating and frankly has eliminated one of my life coping mechanisms.
  • Is it because I gotta pack for my Fourth of July camping trip and I hate packing?
  • Is it because it’s so hot outside I sweat just thinking about going out there?
  • Is it because I really need money and received no less than 3 calls from a gentleman wanting to talk about a VP of Sales job in the same industry I just left? DING DING DING. I think we have a winner.

I believe it is these voice mails sitting on my phone, staring at me, mocking me, and that I have been avoiding, that have me silently sobbing while driving down the 101. As you know I left my job because I was unhappy and very stressed. Stressed to the point that it was hurting my quality of life. So I left …. now I have no job. No prospects … except for jobs exactly (or really similar) to the one I left. The thought of having to take one so that I can pay my bills sends me into a downward spiral requiring Xanax and mixed cocktails. Let’s face it could I do it? Yes. Am I good at it? Yes. Would I be miserable? Probably. Sigh …. why oh why can’t someone give me a shot at doing something else? Something I’d like to do and wouldn’t dread? Is this really what we have come to? Having to choose between a roof over our heads and happiness. No possibility of both? THAT’S DEPRESSING. No wonder I’m blue. Why can’t someone call me and say “I saw your resume on (insert one of many job related sites) and would love for you to be the executive director of Los Angeles’ new no kill shelter.”????? Is that really too much to ask?????

In order to put a stop to my giant pity party of one (plus two dogs in the backseat) I swung into McDonald’s for a tasty $1 large diet coke, came home, put on my big girl panties and called back the job dude. He was very nice and understanding. I am just beyond sacred that it will get to a point where I will have to buckle and take a job like my old one and by the time it comes to that I would have already told everyone I’m done with sales and they won’t want me. Aaaaaaahhhhh.

To stop the stress and unhappiness let me share pictures of Chloe and Mashugana with you. They can make anyone happy!

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Peter Pan and Wendy

28 Friday Jun 2013

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If you try finding a definition for “Peter Pan Complex,” as I just did, on the internet you aren’t going to be completely satisfied.  Some definitions are just silly, like the Urban Dictionary, and some are overly complicated and confusing.  So let’s use this one from the Medical Dictionary in the Free Dictionary online.  After all it says “medical” in the title so it must be correct:

“Any clinical complex named for the ‘boy who wouldn’t grow up’Endocrinology A state of physical immaturity due to a hypothalamic defect with underdeveloped sexual characteristics Psychology A fanciful term for a state of unconscious postponement of maturity, characterised by magical thinking, narcissism and chauvinism”

Shockingly there is also an oodle of angry female bloggers who find this topic worth a blog posting or two.  You can add mine to the list!

At 39 I’m younger than most of my male friends and 10 years older than most of their girlfriends.  In fact, when one of them “choose” to date someone in their 40s they are applauded for dating “within their age range.”  Sigh … it must be so easy to be a guy.  You get a pat on the back for even attempting to be an adult.  No offense to my male friends (although I’m doubtful any of them read this blog — so screw them — I’ll say what I want) or their female dating partners.  Some, many, a few, have been really nice with no “daddy issues” at all.  I just happened to think of my guy friends the other night when I was on Match.com looking through the profiles of guys Match felt would be good a fit for me.  All were older than I am and ALL had dating age rages much younger than me.  Today is a new day so let’s go to Match and see what they are suggesting right now:

FitAndFunInLB – he is 38.  He is seeking women 21-35.  (Refuses to even go to his own age.  Sadly this is not at all uncommon.)

ChicanoStyle1976 – he is 36.  He is seeking women 18-36. (Barely legal?  Sure.  1 day older than him?  NO WAY.)

wkndCBR – he is 41.  He is seeking women 30-35 (I suppose we should applaud him for not going under 20)

Lucky20_12 – he is 42.  He is seeking women 27-37 (I suppose there is some poetry in the 7-7)

USCsmiley – he is 44.  He is seeking women 29-38 (oooohhh … I was so close)

FrankTheTank562 – he is 41.  He is seeking women 25-38 (missed it again!)

beargallbladder – he is 41.  He is seeking women 26-31 (that 5 year age range seems to be a go to for a good number of “men.”  I suppose I’ll have to just skip trying to email ol’ Bear Gall Bladder.)

I could keep going but I won’t.  You get the idea.  Note that Match suggested all these guys to me although technically, per their profile, I’m too old for all of them.   Guys.  Come on.  It’s so painfully unattractive.  I wish I had the guts to post the pictures that go with these profiles.  You wouldn’t be looking at George Clooney or Brad Pitt.  These are real world 40ish year olds.  They look …. real world 40ish.  Come on 25ish year old women … you can do better than that gray-haired old man.  What are you doing wasting your premium dating years on these old geezers?

To be fair I did cherry pick this list of guys to prove a point.  There were a few that would dare to date little ol’ 39 year old me.  So I’m sorry for lumping the good with the bad.  The good should really go hold those other guys accountable for their actions and let them know they are giving “men” a bad name.  After all as soon as I spot one of the good ones I see a profile that starts like this …

“hellow laidys whats up looken for looken for some one that is simpul with a hight sex drive that likes to have a open mind and do all kinds of stuff camp ride dirt bikes water skie river all that type of stuff and a nice body not scar… “ – Match.com fake name withheld because he doesn’t deserve to have it mentioned.

During my research (aka looking through the internet) I found a number of articles that suggest us women are the reason behind the “Peter Pan Syndrome” because we allow it.  Okay … let’s make a pact.  Enough.   We expect our men to be just that, MEN.  Man up boyz … the gig is up (now someone go tell those 25-year-old women …).

To end this post and go out into the weekend on a positive note, here are some pics of my current doggie guests, Chloe and Mashugana … adorable (and owned by well educated, financially secure, fun and funny, single women who live in LA and wouldn’t be considered “date-able” by the morons listed above … their loss).

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Hot Head

27 Thursday Jun 2013

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You guys … I’m at the end of a very short fuse today and I have no idea why.  Maybe it’s the heat.  Maybe I’m hungry.  Maybe I need a nap.  Who knows.  I just know that I’m getting pissed off at the drop of a hat so everyone better watch out!

It started after I got up early to feed Riggins and went back to sleep.  I had a nightmare that I was employed for this horrible company with a horrible boss (real boss from ions and ions ago).  She was a disaster and off doing who knows what, so I had to take over, but really couldn’t because some of her minions were being moronic and annoying.  Anyway, I had Riggins with me and he would take on anyone who pissed me off (probably due to my reading a few chapters of Game of Thrones before nodding off to sleep — i heart direwolves).  Finally the big wigs of the bigger company that had just acquired us decided my ridiculous boss needed a big ol’ award, and I lost it.  I strolled right up to that big ol’ boss and gave him a piece of my mind!

Upon waking I decided to go see World War Z.  Mostly because Brad Pitt is the dreamy-ist.  I was starving so ducked into a store to get a bagel and ate half before putting the other half in the bag to save for a post movie snack.  Upon entering the theatre I was told I could not bring outside food in.  I tried to explain that I wasn’t going to eat it and planned to purchase popcorn from the theatre but the ticket man would have NONE OF IT.  I really don’t know how I got out of the stand-off.  I think he just knew he needed to back off.  I pushed the bagel bag in my purse, all the while him explaining how that wouldn’t help, and walked past him.  I don’t know what makes me more irate … being told what to do (which I have a strong emotional and primal response against) or horrific customer relations.  Why are movie theatres so bad at customer service?  I find it baffling.  All of them are.  I’ve boycotted almost every theatre in the LA area at least once due to a bad experience.  It seems so easy.  I SO NEED a big movie theatre chain to hire me as the customer service expert to modify and fix their “procedure manual” and train their employees.  By the way I totally ate the other 1/2 of the bagel during the movie out of spite.

On my way home I stopped at Petco to get some Riggins food.  As I was balancing a 25 pound bag of dog food on one hip/arm and grasping a 10 pound treat box in the other arm I was run into, cut off, and fully annoyed by two Glendalians (mother/daughter I assume) who had their itty bitty dogs in individual shopping carts.  Heaven forbid the little darlins’ walk around the dirty ol’ store all on their itsy bitsy own.  The women were the WORST.  Since they made a dash to the check out to get their before me you would think they would be ready to check out.  Oh no …. I stood there with my arms full and aching while they talked and debated and disagreed and then asked the dogs their advice — about purchasing a specific dog treat at check out.  Even the cashier looked at me and rolled his eyes.  Grrrr.

Then I made the mistake of going to Trader Joes in Glendale which is really just asking for it.  Nothing specific happened but I did glare angrily at no less than 5 customers and 1 employee.  You will just have to believe me when I say they deserved it!

photo (9)Sigh … I need to chill out.  “Chillax” as my sister would say.  Well first I have to wash the dishes and go work out.  Then I can sit down and sip on some wine in my newly decorated wine glasses.  Anna came over this weekend to do “crafts” (aka eat cheese and drink wine) and we each designed a set of custom wine glasses (or juice if you are one of Anna’s kids).  Anna expertly put initials on each of hers.  A feat I was in awe of since I have failed every single time I’ve tried this seemingly easy task.  I  put the silhouettes of some of my dog visitors on mine.  I think they all turned out very well! (Directions how in original glass decoration post).  I also have two adorable dogs coming to stay with me starting tonight.   Wine out of a classy glass and cutie pie dogs … that should snap me out of this funk!

Off the Registry

24 Monday Jun 2013

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image (13)I believe there are two kind of gift givers in this world. Those who stay loyal to the registry and those that choose to go rogue. Almost everyone that I know is pro registry and very loyal to any gift list, wedding or otherwise. I am the exact opposite. I realize that there is a really good reason to make a registry or gift list. You get what you want that way. You don’t end up with a quesadilla maker taking up space in your kitchen cabinet (guilty). I, on the other hand like to be surprised by a gift. My nightmare is when someone asks what I want for a birthday or other occasion. I don’t know???? I was in charge of buying my folks Easter gifts for everyone this year and I ended up with a giant package of toilet paper. That’s what I really needed at that moment. Now toilet paper is very important and a wonderfully practical gift. I’m super happy I got that BUT it isn’t the most imaginative and fun gift out there.

As my friends and I get older I feel even less compelled to stay true to “the list.” After all we are all in our late 30s and 40s. What can we possibly register for that we don’t already have at this point (and that one of our broke guests can afford)? Not to mention registries are boring and impersonal (no offense to my pro-registry readers).

Since my friends John J and Emily got married this past weekend I had to contemplate the “on” or “off” registry question. I didn’t think long. I decided to make them a cross stitch sampler that was personalized for them.

Now stop for a second and read this before you continue … THIS is my nightmare http://jezebel.com/the-most-amazing-wedding-text-message-fight-of-our-time-514528769 WTF?????? Who are these people? I had already been fearful that the couple would think my gift wasn’t “good enough.” Close friends were given the leading questions of, “This is good right? This is enough? They will like this?” I only asked people who I knew would say “yes.” I read this horrifying article just after a had finished wrapping my handmade gift and started to shake with fear. I mean OMG. Admittedly all the people involved in those texts are off their rocker and horrible rude but COME ON LESBIANS … THAT IS NO WAY TO ACT!!!! I don’t care what you unwrap or what you pull out of a gift bag or envelope you ALWAYS SMILE AND SAY THANK YOU…. ALWAYS! Then you sit down and write a thank you note and stuff the quesadilla behind all your pots and pans.

It didn’t get better when I started reading the comments. Remember comments on online articles and blogs do bring out the crazy in people but the overwhelming majority of people were so pro registry I started to wimper a bit. I was the Sneetch with a star on my belly (or no stars — whichever group was originally in the minority). Then I remembered I like being a Sneetch with a star on my belly and unlike the weridos in that previous article my friends and I have manners. I proudly held my head high when I placed their gift on the gift table Saturday night.

photo (9)I got a little side tracked. Back to the gift. I used an old pattern my mom had in her cross-stitch pattern books, updated the colors to ones I actually liked, and made some other minor changes. It took me awhile to complete since I had to shelve it anytime I was watching a dog I was afraid could rip it apart! When I was finally finished I went over to Aaron Brothers and crossed my fingers that I’d find a frame and mat to match my creation. I kinda did. After some creative cutting of the pre-cut mat and a LOT of centering and pulling and taping and un-taping and centering again I finally got it “straight enough.” Ask anyone who has framed a cross stitch … it is much harder than actually making the thing in the first place. After getting everything in place I image (11)had to get the back put back on the frame … and it DID NOT want to fit. The cross-stitch and double mat had made the inside a little too fat for the frame’s liking. I did not give up. I kept at it until I had tamed that silly frame and showed it who was boss! I was sweating … a lot … way more than you think. I looked like I had just run a 5K not put a frame together. Whew!

Cross stitches are a ton of fun and pretty easy. If you are looking for a “starter” craft I suggest getting a cross-stitch set. You can buy this at craft/fabric stores but unless you like cats (they ALWAYS have ones with cats … may tell you a bit about those of us that do cross-stitch … don’t let that scare you) you are better off buying one online. A kit comes with everything you need. I promise you will be impressed with your final creating. Try it … you’ll like it.

CaptureIt was a wonderful wedding and I wish Emily and John J all the best! Congratulations. (I stole all the pictures of them from their Facebook page so “thanks” to whoever took them. Oh … and btw … I wasn’t the only one that laid down on the grass/floor. Come on … I was really tired … I just needed a short break …. who doesn’t?)

Happy Weekend

21 Friday Jun 2013

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Can’t talk … too much to do … can’t get to my craft stuff because a giant dog crate is blocking it … can’t find the double sided tape … too tired due to Jax and Bear sleeping on my bed and not being use to the sounds around and alerting me every time they heard something.  So enjoy these pictures of the cutie reason I couldn’t sleep well and have a good weekend!

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Would You Like a Side of Fava Beans with That?

20 Thursday Jun 2013

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I’ve always said if I died in my house and wasn’t discovered for a while Riggins would eat me.  That freaks people out but I’m okay with it.  After all, I’ll be dead.

Recently a couple of my visiting dogs have decided that I’m delicious and will lick me nonstop.  I realized it was due to the coconut oil that I put on as moisturizer after showering.  Apparently this entire time I’ve been basting myself for the big feast and didn’t even realize it!

image (9)Right now I have four dogs in my house.  The ever adorable Riggins, the brother and sister team of Jax and Bear, and finally my daycare darling Asscher.  Jax and Asscher have become BFFs and consider themselves the lord and lady of the wading pool.  These are two happy water dogs!  Riggins has never liked water.  He won’t even go near the bathroom unless forced to on his death march to get a bath.  The fact that I willingly get in the shower and/or tub everyday simply blows his mind!

Today, after two different outings to two different dog parks, I realized I was filthy and badly needed to wash up.  I was feeling a bit tired and achy so choose to take a nice relaxing bath.  I ran the water, tossed in a dash of epsom salts and a splash of coconut oil (you can see where this is going already can’t you).  As I happily slipped into my tub ready to read a few chapters of The Game of Thrones my bath took a turn for the Psycho.  The dynamic water duo came bounding into the bathroom (not thinking there would be a problem I hadn’t closed the door) and immediately stuck image (6)their heads into the tub.  Asscher was the worse.  She would not leave the side of the tub.  In trying to make her stop drinking directly from the dirty tub water I would push her away only to have her realize I was even tastier than what was in the tub!  The two of them, with Asscher as the lead, proceeded to try to lick as much as me as they could.  I tried to sink deeper in the water but then my legs had to pop out … so I pushed them in and my arms had to come out … I couldn’t submerge enough.  Imagine you were Queen of the Nile and being bathed by your faithful servants except your servants were dogs and their bathing instruments were their tongues.

I had no choice but to ditch the bath and hop into the shower to wash off the slobber that I View From the Tubwas now drenched in.  Asscher and Jax waited, not so patiently, just outside the glass shower door ready to resume licking as soon as they could.  As I toweled off and quickly grabbed my clothes I noticed King Riggins was happily lounging on my bed with Queen Bear on the floor beneath him.  Neither even raised their head as I ran into the room in search of clothing with my faithful followers at my heels.

I realize you are pretty grossed out by this entire post.  Believe me I am too.  I may have to take another shower after writing about the incident.  Right now Asscher is wandering around the house belching.  Apparently salty, coconut flavored, warm water makes you a bit bloated.

Life is Just so Daily.

19 Wednesday Jun 2013

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Whew.  Is it just me or has this week/month been a doozy?  I feel like the world needs some cheer and happiness and, for my money, nothing spreads happiness more effectively than a bottle of Cabernet!  Sadly I can’t share wine with you so instead I’ll share pages of my Mary Engelbreit calendar.  They are almost as good!

I have loved Mary Englebreit’s colorful and creative art pieces for as long as I can remember.  I’ve owned a number of ME items but none seem to give me as much joy as my daily desk calendar that my folks give me for Christmas each year.  It is full of daily happiness!  Sometimes, if one reminds me of a specific person, I’ll mail it off to them so they can enjoy too.  I don’t have all of your addresses so let me share some of my favorites with you here …

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“In helping others, we shall help ourselves, for whatever good we give out completes the circle and comes back to us.” – Flora Edwards (art by ME)

"Don't just be good be good for something." ME

“Don’t just be good be good for something.” ME

"Real Life" - ME

“Real Life” – ME

"Keep Your Wits About You." - ME

“Keep Your Wits About You.” – ME

And the one that hangs on my wall for me to enjoy every single day …

"Life is just so Daily." - Dick Sattler (art by ME)

“Life is just so Daily.” – Dick Sattler (art by ME)

Here is to a good Thursday for all!

 

 

 

H2Blows

18 Tuesday Jun 2013

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I have a confession to make. I dislike water. It’s just not good. I don’t understand what all the hubbub is about. Sure your body may be 70% ish water and it may be vital to survival but does it have to taste so sucky? As far as I’m concerned those people who demand they like water are just showing off and shouldn’t be trusted.

Alright fine, I’ll gulp back an entire large SIGG water bottle during and after Bar Method. Yesterday I couldn’t get to class so instead went for a run before heading off to meet up for a friend’s birthday dinner, and upon sitting down gulped back three entire glasses of ice-cold H2O. I didn’t do this because I like the clear liquid I did it because I’m in a constant state of dehydration and without drinking post exercise (and post super Wendy sweating) I know a headache as big as the grand canyon is going to smack me right in the head.

I always drank a TON of water while I was attending sales conferences but this was more to fight boredom and have an excuse to leave the room a dozen or so times to use the bathroom. That’s another downfall of water. I already have to pee more than the normal person. Add water and I might as well just move into the bathroom.

Still, I know it is important and I should be drinking more. I do like sparkling water, I realize that makes no sense, but that stuff is pricey and I’m just not in a financial position to shower myself in such frivolous niceties right now. What to do? One day, as I strolled down the grocery aisle, I saw the Crystal Light water flavoring bottle things. This seems to photo (5)be quite the craze right now as all the “water” and “sports drink” folks seem to have a horse in the “liquid water flavor” race. I choose Crystal Light. It’s 0 calories and was probably on sale at the time. After trying it out I returned later and purchased a couple more flavors. One day I saw that the generic Ralph version was on “close out” so I bought a couple of those to have too. I love them. They make water so much tastier. I actually don’t use a lot of the flavoring and will often put a squirt in then keep adding water to the glass as I drink (this is just tap water …. I use a Brita filter but lets face it I change that filter only once in a blue moon so I’m probably consuming at least 99.99% straight tap water). The purple-ish Crystal Light colored one is my favorite. That’s why you don’t see it in the picture because it is all gone! Yuummm yummm.

Admittedly it may all be in my head but who cares? I can now stomach drinking glasses of water during the day. I don’t feel any better or any different but doctors and estheticians everywhere say I should so I’ll keep it going for a while.

As it’s getting hotter the dogs need more water too. Riggins is an odd duck and will only consume water if I’m with him. I think it is his way of not drinking water while I’m gone so himage (10)e doesn’t have to pee but he doesn’t seem to drink water when he is outside alone either. Scares me … silly pup. ALL the dogs will gobble up the water like it is … well … water, each time they come through the door. Today at the dog park Asscher (my daycare doggie) refused to drink anything but when we came home she drowned herself in the big bowl. I’ve had to up the ante on the water bowls I use and now have the “big one” out for all to enjoy (I sit them by the kitchen sink so that they are easy to access for the dogs and all humans are bound to trip over them). The dogs get an additive in their water too. It’s to help keep their teeth clean and breath smelling nice(er). There are a number of different versions of this product. Riggins and I like the one available from SitStay.com the best but the one we have now is from one of the big pet supply chains. Of course once outside both Asscher and Riggins use the wading pool as a giant dog bowl. That works too!