Oh...God...
Even though I went to PathMark by myself on Sunday and hauled 50 dollars worth of groceries home on my own Mark and I still opted to order "oven-baked" sandwiches from Dominos tonight. We just didn't want to have leftover spaghetti for a third time in a row and I wasn't going to cook anything else. Now I feel sick because, let's face it, that shit is greasy and evil.
What does this teach me? Well, I'm probably going to swear off Dominos. I can't remember the last time I ordered it and didn't regret it. Also, I really need to get a storage canister for uncooked pasta. I always cook the whole box because I don't want to store any unsealed food in my apartment. But then we end up with a pound of cooked spaghetti and we have to force ourselves to eat it as we really hate to throw away food (though it does happen, we're not perfect).
Luckily I'm still working out at PF. While I'm not ever going to be a supermodel I think my heart is glad to get a workout. I've been having shin issues and maybe a little boredom so I almost didn't go today but I forced myself over there. I try and burn about 250 calories on the more "intense" machines which makes me feel really happy. But this past three-day weekend probably made me feel more lethargic today instead of rejuvenated (even though I worked out 2 of the 3 days) and so I just strolled on the treadmill. I think I need some new workout music. That might help the motivation.
So this past weekend my parents met Mark's parents for the first time. It was strange for me because my parents had never met a partner's parents before. Of course I've never been engaged before either but that didn't make the nerves any less annoying. But I think it went quite well. They're not exactly going to be texting each other or calling each other to ask how the day went but I think if they're ever in the same room again (other than our currently non-existent wedding) that everything will be okie dokie.
So there.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Instead of Sweeping
Not much going on here. Mark's parents are coming this weekend and for some reason this has sent me into a spiral of panic. Probably because I usually keep an extremely neat apartment but this weekend I was hit with a pretty bad cold and a massive affliction of EVIL HORRIBLE NEIGHBOR and so I got very little rest and recovery time. Therefore my apartment is currently a mess. MESS.
We were at IKEA adding to our bookshelf collection when I felt the sore throat hit and I knew I was a goner. That night the aches and runny nose started just in time for the building next door to throw a massive and horribly noisy party in the alley behind my building which also happens to be where my bedroom window faces. The party was so bad that we called the cops three times. Two times through 311 and one time directly. By then it was 4 in the morning and someone from another building was flinging glass beer bottles down on the crowd. I hope they hit someone. You can live in the ghetto but even ghetto people will only put up with abusive noise for so long.
So I really shouldn't write too much because I feel the need to tidy up something. I just wanted to pop in and say hello. I hope the rest of the week goes well for everyone. I'm excited for the fall season of TV to premiere (I'll admit it. I'm not ashamed to watch TV only because I know I still read a lot). However I don't know when I'll actually be able to watch anything because Mark can't get any work done when the TV is on. And since I'm apparently the second-class citizen here, I turn it off.
Farewell for now.
We were at IKEA adding to our bookshelf collection when I felt the sore throat hit and I knew I was a goner. That night the aches and runny nose started just in time for the building next door to throw a massive and horribly noisy party in the alley behind my building which also happens to be where my bedroom window faces. The party was so bad that we called the cops three times. Two times through 311 and one time directly. By then it was 4 in the morning and someone from another building was flinging glass beer bottles down on the crowd. I hope they hit someone. You can live in the ghetto but even ghetto people will only put up with abusive noise for so long.
So I really shouldn't write too much because I feel the need to tidy up something. I just wanted to pop in and say hello. I hope the rest of the week goes well for everyone. I'm excited for the fall season of TV to premiere (I'll admit it. I'm not ashamed to watch TV only because I know I still read a lot). However I don't know when I'll actually be able to watch anything because Mark can't get any work done when the TV is on. And since I'm apparently the second-class citizen here, I turn it off.
Farewell for now.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Thursday Nights
So today was the first full day that my 4yr olds stayed all day. They usually have 2 half days to get used to going to school and then BAM! they get smacked in the face with the reality that they have to stay all day at school. The day was going "smoothly" (in nursery school that term used loosely) and then lunchtime hit and a couple of kids realized they weren't going home anytime soon. Meltdown Mayhem. There was lots of crying, some heavy sobbing, red faces, gasping for air, cries for mommy, denial of hunger. Wow.
Some of my kids are really adorable. Some of my kids would probably be really adorable (to me) if they listened to direction a little better. But hey, it's Day One. If they've never been in school before they just don't get it. I know you don't want to sit on that rug over there, but, see 19 of your friends sitting on it? That's because you have to sit on that rug over there. NOW GO!
I tried a new machine at Planet Fitness the other day. I'll have to find out which one it is precisely and link you to info about it. This thing is intense! It's kinda elliptical machine kinda stair machine, total kick in the ass. I love it. It doesn't love me. But I'm not giving up. There are rivers of sweat pouring through my hair and down my face when I'm on this machine and I'm going fairly easy. It's an awesome cardio workout and I'm hoping it does magic to my upper thighs. While the UTs don't see much sunlight in general, I'd like them to be much nicer. So yeah!
But...
Mark has class Thursday evenings and so today while he's out probably exhausted and miserable I've decided to bake chocolate chip cookies to entertain myself. I can't watch TV because all I have is Project Runway and Top Chef and Mark wants to watch those too. I can't watch a movie because I don't have the attention span, and I can't really go work out because I needed the day off from crazy elliptical machine because my right leg was not doing so good after yesterday's big push.
They're double chocolate chip (white and bittersweet) and I got the recipe from a book I got free years ago called Pig Out. The recipes are always a tad off and I accidentally set the oven 50 degrees cooler than it should of been so we'll see how these things turn out. But if it's got chocolate, butter, and sugar there's probably no chance these things will just sit around the kitchen.
To Upper Thighs!
Some of my kids are really adorable. Some of my kids would probably be really adorable (to me) if they listened to direction a little better. But hey, it's Day One. If they've never been in school before they just don't get it. I know you don't want to sit on that rug over there, but, see 19 of your friends sitting on it? That's because you have to sit on that rug over there. NOW GO!
I tried a new machine at Planet Fitness the other day. I'll have to find out which one it is precisely and link you to info about it. This thing is intense! It's kinda elliptical machine kinda stair machine, total kick in the ass. I love it. It doesn't love me. But I'm not giving up. There are rivers of sweat pouring through my hair and down my face when I'm on this machine and I'm going fairly easy. It's an awesome cardio workout and I'm hoping it does magic to my upper thighs. While the UTs don't see much sunlight in general, I'd like them to be much nicer. So yeah!
But...
Mark has class Thursday evenings and so today while he's out probably exhausted and miserable I've decided to bake chocolate chip cookies to entertain myself. I can't watch TV because all I have is Project Runway and Top Chef and Mark wants to watch those too. I can't watch a movie because I don't have the attention span, and I can't really go work out because I needed the day off from crazy elliptical machine because my right leg was not doing so good after yesterday's big push.
They're double chocolate chip (white and bittersweet) and I got the recipe from a book I got free years ago called Pig Out. The recipes are always a tad off and I accidentally set the oven 50 degrees cooler than it should of been so we'll see how these things turn out. But if it's got chocolate, butter, and sugar there's probably no chance these things will just sit around the kitchen.
To Upper Thighs!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Panic Ensues
So even though this is my second year at the nursery school I was extremely nervous going in the first day back. I will be in a new classroom. With a new set of kids. With a new head teacher. Too many new things. I have 20 kids in my class and 15 of them are boys. Obviously the director hates us. To say I'm excited might be pushing it but I'm curious to see if I'm any less miserable this year because I now know what to expect when working in a nursery class.
Mark was offered a teaching job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I'm freaked out for him. He's working in the Tremont section of the Bronx. He's been assigned a self-contained special education class for 5th graders. During the interview they told him that these are literally THE WORST kids in the school. They then brought in the teacher who had them last year and had her tell Mark all the horrors that are to be his future students. He then took the job on the spot and he literally has two days to prepare for them. He knows nothing of the school's policies, what the first day will look like, the expected curriculum, what textbooks they're using, etc. And they wonder why kids suffer in the public school system. Because they just throw an adult in there and hope for the best.
Luckily, Mark is a much harder and more dedicated worker than I am and those kids are lucky that their future teacher's response to this cluster fuck is "This is why I became a fellow. This is what these kid's need." Sadly, they will never know, understand, or appreciate that.
I love him.
Yesterday I went with a friend to help her pick out her wedding dress. Well...she already knew which one she wanted I was just there to ooohhh and aaahhh for her. But I was glad I forced my presence on her because what made me nervous about one day having to go through the process myself was that I didn't know what to expect. I like to test the waters before diving in. So now I know what happens behind those rows of ivory and white dresses in plastic bags and I'm ready for my turn. I now have wedding dress fever even though I have to do like a billion other things before I get to trying on dresses.
One of those things is to firm up! I don't expect me to lose tons of weight. As I pretty much eluded to earlier, I lean towards lazy. I'm not going to change my eating habits. I snack too much. But I have to say that I've been pretty good about hitting up Planet Fitness. You would be proud! I don't get there every single day but I've been there at least five days a week. I get in my 30 minutes. So basically I'm certain that I will look exactly the same as I do now when it comes time for me to walk down the aisle (i.e. soft and doughy) but I'd like to think that if I stick to some sort of regular exercise maybe I'll lose an inch or two....we'll see.
Mark was offered a teaching job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I'm freaked out for him. He's working in the Tremont section of the Bronx. He's been assigned a self-contained special education class for 5th graders. During the interview they told him that these are literally THE WORST kids in the school. They then brought in the teacher who had them last year and had her tell Mark all the horrors that are to be his future students. He then took the job on the spot and he literally has two days to prepare for them. He knows nothing of the school's policies, what the first day will look like, the expected curriculum, what textbooks they're using, etc. And they wonder why kids suffer in the public school system. Because they just throw an adult in there and hope for the best.
Luckily, Mark is a much harder and more dedicated worker than I am and those kids are lucky that their future teacher's response to this cluster fuck is "This is why I became a fellow. This is what these kid's need." Sadly, they will never know, understand, or appreciate that.
I love him.
Yesterday I went with a friend to help her pick out her wedding dress. Well...she already knew which one she wanted I was just there to ooohhh and aaahhh for her. But I was glad I forced my presence on her because what made me nervous about one day having to go through the process myself was that I didn't know what to expect. I like to test the waters before diving in. So now I know what happens behind those rows of ivory and white dresses in plastic bags and I'm ready for my turn. I now have wedding dress fever even though I have to do like a billion other things before I get to trying on dresses.
One of those things is to firm up! I don't expect me to lose tons of weight. As I pretty much eluded to earlier, I lean towards lazy. I'm not going to change my eating habits. I snack too much. But I have to say that I've been pretty good about hitting up Planet Fitness. You would be proud! I don't get there every single day but I've been there at least five days a week. I get in my 30 minutes. So basically I'm certain that I will look exactly the same as I do now when it comes time for me to walk down the aisle (i.e. soft and doughy) but I'd like to think that if I stick to some sort of regular exercise maybe I'll lose an inch or two....we'll see.
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