There's this thing at my school called music fest, which sounds way more rock band that it actually is (keep in mind by school from here on out and forever I mean elementary school). Each grade level prepares and performs two songs revolving around a theme. The performances are nearly two hours for two nights, and of course it's required for teachers to be there. The theme this year is "going green!" Sorry...I'm not on that bandwagon. I mean, I'm all about not trashing the planet and keeping it clean, but when a bunch of little kids start singing about holes in the ozone layer, I get a little squirmish (my mom would be proud- haha). Speaking of all that jazz, I'll go ahead and post this email that I got from probably one of only 10 republicans in California...
An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had once failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer. The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan". All grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade so no one would fail and no one would receive an A......
After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little. The second test average was a D! No one was happy.
When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. The scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else.
All failed, to their great surprise, and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed.
Could not be any simpler than that.
K so I don't want to be too political here, but that was too good to pass up. I completely wholeheartedly agree. Moving on. Back to me being at school from 8am-9pm for two days. Today I brought my Denise Austin 10 minute target toners DVD and most definitely shut my blinds, locked my door, and worked out in my classroom. Hah! I had this funny image in my mind of one of the janitors coming in and I'm like doing butt exercises...aye aye aye...fortunately that didn't happen.
Is it ironic to have Special K Protein Shake in the morning and a Kneaders cranberry duo chocolate cookie in the afternoon? Probably. I was thinking about what one of my "weaknesses" is...I was reading a friend's blog who can't "get off the coke" (being the drink). I definitely can't get off the carbs. I mean, chocolate is good too, but even more than that, give me BREAD! I did a low carb diet once...lost the lb's but man, not even worth it.
I can't believe it's nearly March...bring on Spring time and warm weather. BRING IT. Egh...I just thought about the time change though and that whole "spring forward" notion...not the best idea ever.
A really good idea? Bread. In all its varieties and wonderfulness.
-Whit
2.25.2010
2.16.2010
Summertime, and the livin' is easy
"A word's just a word, til you mean what you...BAARFFFFFF!" So went our 4th grade music fest practice today, as we're all lined up on the stage practicing where to stand/how to stand/how not to annoy your neighbor. Poor girl, completely projectile vomited all over everything. Thank GOODNESS she was on the first row so it hit the floor and only some of some other boy's back. I usually have a pretty strong stomach, but I had to take a quick step out of the gym to get some fresh air. Bleghhhaaggh. Not sure what she ate for breakfast, but it was not kind to her. This is why I've decided I could never be a kindergarten teacher and have to deal with much more of that, in addition to many "accidents" of other sorts. Rock on kindergarten teachers, you deserve a raise.
So I went against everything I've EVER believed in. (*Prays Nisha and Nicole aren't reading this...) I dyed my hair out of a box. !!! I was SO nervous. Jenn, Shanti, and I had a girl's escapade that ended in cheap permanent hair color. The actual color isn't too different, just a few shades darker, but the last time I let someone dye my hair from a box was when I was 12 and didn't know any better. It turned out okay really, except today my scalp feels really dry and itchy...hopefully I'm not having some sort of allergic reaction. That would be deeply ironic and cruel. Then the thought crossed my mind, "Omgosh...I'm a teacher...what if I have lice!??!" BARF! I just shoved that thought right out. Moving on. Creepies!!
I live with the best roommate ever. Aka the husband. He's incredibly thoughtful and always does the littlest things that make all the difference (except when he leaves his cereal bowls on his desk daily and Xbox controllers everywhere, but I can deal). Valentine's day was fun. We made a delish dinner together (strawberry and spinach salad, red pepper and shrimp scampi and crescent rolls) and set up our table in our living room all fancy like. Then we went out to see When In Rome (meh, was hoping it would be a little funnier), and came back and made chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate dipped cake balls. Yum-O! He got me some real pearl earrings to replace the 5 dollar Wal-Mart pair that turn my ears green. Thanks :-)
I did feel bad for my brother though, who texted me at about 5:30 asking if we could babysit Milly so they could go out. Guess I should enjoy these type of holidays with no offspring while I can so I don't have to scrounge for a babysitter. Not that I would be a scrounge...hopefully not anyway...she loves me. I teach her new words. Like "boom" when something falls, which she pronounces "goon". Adorable, right?
4 day weekends are ridiculously amazing. I had a little taste of summer, despite the freezing rain storm on Monday. But I could sleep in and do as I pleased. The only thing missing (aside from actual heat in the atmosphere) is laying out. Dangitall I miss laying out. Even during the summer it just seems like not something a lot of people do here, maybe because a lot of people don't have pools, but in FL, you could just lay out in your yard and it was completely socially acceptable. Here, I'd get a lot of strange stares...Moral of this story, I need to make a friend who has a pool so I can lay out at their house everyday this summer. Actually let's be real, my pasty white legs couldn't handle every day, so at least 3 days a week, come on, surely someone could easily befriend me if my demands go down a little? Summer GET HERE FASTER PLEASE.
That suddenly just made a song pop in my head, "New kids on the block had a bunch of hits, Chinese food make me sick, but I think it's fly when girls stop by for the summer, for the summer" HAH! You love it, YOU LOVE IT. Takes me back to the 90s. (Also when Pluto WAS a planet...whole other rant there). James just said, (as this song is playing from my computer), "Whitney...I thought you were cool?" I am.
I am cool.
-Whitney
So I went against everything I've EVER believed in. (*Prays Nisha and Nicole aren't reading this...) I dyed my hair out of a box. !!! I was SO nervous. Jenn, Shanti, and I had a girl's escapade that ended in cheap permanent hair color. The actual color isn't too different, just a few shades darker, but the last time I let someone dye my hair from a box was when I was 12 and didn't know any better. It turned out okay really, except today my scalp feels really dry and itchy...hopefully I'm not having some sort of allergic reaction. That would be deeply ironic and cruel. Then the thought crossed my mind, "Omgosh...I'm a teacher...what if I have lice!??!" BARF! I just shoved that thought right out. Moving on. Creepies!!
I live with the best roommate ever. Aka the husband. He's incredibly thoughtful and always does the littlest things that make all the difference (except when he leaves his cereal bowls on his desk daily and Xbox controllers everywhere, but I can deal). Valentine's day was fun. We made a delish dinner together (strawberry and spinach salad, red pepper and shrimp scampi and crescent rolls) and set up our table in our living room all fancy like. Then we went out to see When In Rome (meh, was hoping it would be a little funnier), and came back and made chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate dipped cake balls. Yum-O! He got me some real pearl earrings to replace the 5 dollar Wal-Mart pair that turn my ears green. Thanks :-)
I did feel bad for my brother though, who texted me at about 5:30 asking if we could babysit Milly so they could go out. Guess I should enjoy these type of holidays with no offspring while I can so I don't have to scrounge for a babysitter. Not that I would be a scrounge...hopefully not anyway...she loves me. I teach her new words. Like "boom" when something falls, which she pronounces "goon". Adorable, right?
4 day weekends are ridiculously amazing. I had a little taste of summer, despite the freezing rain storm on Monday. But I could sleep in and do as I pleased. The only thing missing (aside from actual heat in the atmosphere) is laying out. Dangitall I miss laying out. Even during the summer it just seems like not something a lot of people do here, maybe because a lot of people don't have pools, but in FL, you could just lay out in your yard and it was completely socially acceptable. Here, I'd get a lot of strange stares...Moral of this story, I need to make a friend who has a pool so I can lay out at their house everyday this summer. Actually let's be real, my pasty white legs couldn't handle every day, so at least 3 days a week, come on, surely someone could easily befriend me if my demands go down a little? Summer GET HERE FASTER PLEASE.
That suddenly just made a song pop in my head, "New kids on the block had a bunch of hits, Chinese food make me sick, but I think it's fly when girls stop by for the summer, for the summer" HAH! You love it, YOU LOVE IT. Takes me back to the 90s. (Also when Pluto WAS a planet...whole other rant there). James just said, (as this song is playing from my computer), "Whitney...I thought you were cool?" I am.
I am cool.
-Whitney
2.11.2010
Oh Boy
All of the reasons why the Bachelor is COMPLETELY unrealistic and kind of twisted.
1. No man is ever allowed to be "in love" with 4 women under any normal circumstances, but somehow in the bachelor it's completely okay, he's just "seeing how the cards fall".
2. Women all in love with the same man can live mostly functional in the same house together and even become friends.
3. All of the Bachelor's are successful, not bad looking guys...why do they have to resort to TV dating? They're hiding something...
4. The dates they go on/places they go are way to expensive/super cool to be a first, second, possibly even third date.
5. Does the guy not even feel bad for kissing up to like 10 women in a week?? Not even a week, days? But he says he's looking for "inner beauty"...are we sure this isn't a televised booty call? Just sayin'...
6. The women can ball their eyes out, but their makeup looks PERFECT and better than mine most days. I don't know what that secret is, but if anybody knows it's a crime to hold that back.
7. The parts they show on TV doesn't really seem like enough conversation for them to "fall in love", but if there's more, why aren't they showing it??? There's definitely a lot of that booty call though..
Do all these really matter to me though? No. Because I watch it. I didn't watch the first 5 weeks of this season, but after seeing one I'm like hooked. =Pathetic. However, I decided it feels some type of void in my life, when back in high school and college I experienced a ridiculous amount of drama, but there's not much drama here in married life, so I just watch it on TV now. And strangely, I'm okay with it. :-)
On a SUPER BRIGHT NOTE. Four day weekend!! Praises for makeup snow days+holidays. I have big plans for myself tomorrow- gym, free makeover from Clinique, grocery shopping, oil change, pedicure, and a movie later. Sounds like a great way to escape the 27 sugar-pumped little rascals.
Can I just say how much cooler my sister is than I am/ever was in high school? Not to mention way more risky. I was such a people pleaser and she gets grounded every other week for some new drama (o no, she's due for a future of reality TV when she gets older too!!). That little risk taker...love her. LOVE HER. Oh I wish I could say what it was this time, but that would not do much for the sisterhood. Maybe later ;-) I miss her like craz-eeee. I told James if my siblings all grow up and move to different parts of the country, we'll just have to move and follow them around because I won't be able to stand being away from them.
Okay last thing. My niece is the most friggin' adorable thing you've ever seen. Here's a video of the cuteness that is her, where she is falling asleep while she's eating. You'll probably watch it at least twice, hilarious. It's on my brother's facebook page, here.
Much love. Whit
1. No man is ever allowed to be "in love" with 4 women under any normal circumstances, but somehow in the bachelor it's completely okay, he's just "seeing how the cards fall".
2. Women all in love with the same man can live mostly functional in the same house together and even become friends.
3. All of the Bachelor's are successful, not bad looking guys...why do they have to resort to TV dating? They're hiding something...
4. The dates they go on/places they go are way to expensive/super cool to be a first, second, possibly even third date.
5. Does the guy not even feel bad for kissing up to like 10 women in a week?? Not even a week, days? But he says he's looking for "inner beauty"...are we sure this isn't a televised booty call? Just sayin'...
6. The women can ball their eyes out, but their makeup looks PERFECT and better than mine most days. I don't know what that secret is, but if anybody knows it's a crime to hold that back.
7. The parts they show on TV doesn't really seem like enough conversation for them to "fall in love", but if there's more, why aren't they showing it??? There's definitely a lot of that booty call though..
Do all these really matter to me though? No. Because I watch it. I didn't watch the first 5 weeks of this season, but after seeing one I'm like hooked. =Pathetic. However, I decided it feels some type of void in my life, when back in high school and college I experienced a ridiculous amount of drama, but there's not much drama here in married life, so I just watch it on TV now. And strangely, I'm okay with it. :-)
On a SUPER BRIGHT NOTE. Four day weekend!! Praises for makeup snow days+holidays. I have big plans for myself tomorrow- gym, free makeover from Clinique, grocery shopping, oil change, pedicure, and a movie later. Sounds like a great way to escape the 27 sugar-pumped little rascals.
Can I just say how much cooler my sister is than I am/ever was in high school? Not to mention way more risky. I was such a people pleaser and she gets grounded every other week for some new drama (o no, she's due for a future of reality TV when she gets older too!!). That little risk taker...love her. LOVE HER. Oh I wish I could say what it was this time, but that would not do much for the sisterhood. Maybe later ;-) I miss her like craz-eeee. I told James if my siblings all grow up and move to different parts of the country, we'll just have to move and follow them around because I won't be able to stand being away from them.
Okay last thing. My niece is the most friggin' adorable thing you've ever seen. Here's a video of the cuteness that is her, where she is falling asleep while she's eating. You'll probably watch it at least twice, hilarious. It's on my brother's facebook page, here.
Much love. Whit
2.08.2010
Dear Dumb Diary
Dear Monday,
You know, I don't think this is working for me. I mean, you're here, then you go, and just when I'm running back into Friday's arms, you come back. I just don't think it's fair. So, go away. Far, far away.
Dear 4 day weekend,
Bring it on. Monday can even join us this time, it seriously owes me one from this week.
Dear Brownie Raspberry Trifle,
You were amazing. Stay all you want. But when you start metabolizing into little fat balls, please just avoid the waist, I've been working too hard.
You know, I don't think this is working for me. I mean, you're here, then you go, and just when I'm running back into Friday's arms, you come back. I just don't think it's fair. So, go away. Far, far away.
Dear 4 day weekend,
Bring it on. Monday can even join us this time, it seriously owes me one from this week.
Dear Brownie Raspberry Trifle,
You were amazing. Stay all you want. But when you start metabolizing into little fat balls, please just avoid the waist, I've been working too hard.
Dear Pandora.com
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?! What a fabulous idea. I'm not even missing my iTunes gift card, because you're just as good.
Dear little Hispanic lady at the Clinique counter,
I'm sorry! I know I haven't been moisturizing my face properly. Thanks for the free face wash and make up appointment this week. It's sure to brighten my week. Although, it doesn't help we live in a completely barren wasteland where the only thing that keeps my skin properly hydrated is baby lotion. True story. But I'll go back to the 3 step cleaning kit, I promise. Oh and next time, next time being this Friday when I come for my makeover you promised, please tell your "associate" not to stare me down with those smokey, judging eyes. Kthanx.
Dear Colts,
Judging from the looks of it, I don't think you're the hot snot everyone says you're supposed to be. Peyton Manning seems on top of it, so someone should probably apologize to the rest of his team for falling apart. While we're on the subject, all of the commercials totally did not live up to their potential. Disappointment.
Dear Kitchen,
I don't know what to make for dinner tonight, but please clean up after yourself. You're driving me crazy. I'm not your mother.
Sincerely,
Whit
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?! What a fabulous idea. I'm not even missing my iTunes gift card, because you're just as good.
Dear little Hispanic lady at the Clinique counter,
I'm sorry! I know I haven't been moisturizing my face properly. Thanks for the free face wash and make up appointment this week. It's sure to brighten my week. Although, it doesn't help we live in a completely barren wasteland where the only thing that keeps my skin properly hydrated is baby lotion. True story. But I'll go back to the 3 step cleaning kit, I promise. Oh and next time, next time being this Friday when I come for my makeover you promised, please tell your "associate" not to stare me down with those smokey, judging eyes. Kthanx.
Dear Colts,
Judging from the looks of it, I don't think you're the hot snot everyone says you're supposed to be. Peyton Manning seems on top of it, so someone should probably apologize to the rest of his team for falling apart. While we're on the subject, all of the commercials totally did not live up to their potential. Disappointment.
Dear Kitchen,
I don't know what to make for dinner tonight, but please clean up after yourself. You're driving me crazy. I'm not your mother.
Sincerely,
Whit
2.03.2010
"Mrs. Houlin, I have wood chips in my pants"
Frustration! I had my whole post nearly complete and then something crazy happened with the mouse and the right click and poof. Gone. Lame. Anyway.
After recess I heard this, "Mrs. Houlin, I have wood chips in my pants. Can I go to the bathroom and get them out?" ...what? Um. Sure? Now this did happen after recess, and there are wood chips on the play ground, but, she was wearing jeans..so..where were the wood chips, and how did they get there? Yeah I don't think I want to dwell on that one for too long..ahem...anyway. It's statements like this that make my day. And the best part is, they're being completely honest and sincere. But most of the time, it's hilarious and I have to do everything I can to hold back a burst of laughter.
Today I wore my Pumas. Not just any Pumas. I have a tan and black pair that are sleek like, but these are my new favorite Pumas from Christmas . Pause. (sorry if you're one of those OCD people who like things nice, organized and sequential, you may want to skip the next paragraph if that label applies to you..). I need to rant a minute. I JUST FREAKING SPILLED RED JUICE ON THE CARPET FOR THE SECOND TIME SINCE I CLEANED MY CARPET!!!!! There aren't enough symbols to express my frustration (#)($#@)!@#!!!!). I hate carpet. Well, okay not hate, I just prefer area rugs. Now I have to re-clean the whole stinking thing this weekend. Well, at least this one spot. Laaaaammmmeeeee. Fortunately, I still have my sister-in-law's steam cleaner. That is one good investment. In a few years when my husband is a gagillionaire and I have my dream house (no hint of sarcasm), we will have hard wood and tile floors with area rugs. That's the way to go. Stupid red juice....
Back to my rock star Pumas. James got them for me for Christmas.They're white and they have a pink glittery swoosh like thing on the side. They make me happy. I love those. Love them. I don't wear them too often because they're white, and I HATE when white shoes get dirty, and I HATE cleaning them. Don't judge me.
So a lot of people my age don't like to cook. I love to cook! Mmmmm...well....I love to eat. Cooking is really a means to an end, but fortunately I find the means enjoyable. Last night I made whole wheat pasta with creamy roasted red pepper and feta sauce. DELISH! And healthy (an unintended added bonus). I just like trying new recipes and trying to combine things that I think might taste good together. Sometimes I'm right, other times I'm regrettably very wrong, but it's still fun. My favorite new thing to cook with is the Perfect Brownie pan. OMGOSH. Love this. Forget the plastic fork gig, these things are already cut! And they're not flat, or torn, they're amaza-zing. Go get one. (20 bucks at Wal-mart). James also got me what's called a flirty apron for Christmas, which I think makes me want to cook more, just so I can wear my super cute apron.
Well, fortunately this week is almost over. This weekend will be busy, two wedding receptions- one of the many cliche's of living in Utah- but next weekend will be spectacular. Four day weekend! I think we might buy a new couch. RC Willey has a pretty good deal going. And let me be honest, "we need a new couch" is somewhat of an understatement. I think buying a washer and dryer a month or so ago has gotten me on this furniture/appliance kick. That could be an expensive endeavor.
I need to go blow dry my hair. Ugh crap it's already that half dry wavy state. See all the problems that spill has caused? Stupid carpet...
-Whit
After recess I heard this, "Mrs. Houlin, I have wood chips in my pants. Can I go to the bathroom and get them out?" ...what? Um. Sure? Now this did happen after recess, and there are wood chips on the play ground, but, she was wearing jeans..so..where were the wood chips, and how did they get there? Yeah I don't think I want to dwell on that one for too long..ahem...anyway. It's statements like this that make my day. And the best part is, they're being completely honest and sincere. But most of the time, it's hilarious and I have to do everything I can to hold back a burst of laughter.
Today I wore my Pumas. Not just any Pumas. I have a tan and black pair that are sleek like, but these are my new favorite Pumas from Christmas . Pause. (sorry if you're one of those OCD people who like things nice, organized and sequential, you may want to skip the next paragraph if that label applies to you..). I need to rant a minute. I JUST FREAKING SPILLED RED JUICE ON THE CARPET FOR THE SECOND TIME SINCE I CLEANED MY CARPET!!!!! There aren't enough symbols to express my frustration (#)($#@)!@#!!!!). I hate carpet. Well, okay not hate, I just prefer area rugs. Now I have to re-clean the whole stinking thing this weekend. Well, at least this one spot. Laaaaammmmeeeee. Fortunately, I still have my sister-in-law's steam cleaner. That is one good investment. In a few years when my husband is a gagillionaire and I have my dream house (no hint of sarcasm), we will have hard wood and tile floors with area rugs. That's the way to go. Stupid red juice....
Back to my rock star Pumas. James got them for me for Christmas.They're white and they have a pink glittery swoosh like thing on the side. They make me happy. I love those. Love them. I don't wear them too often because they're white, and I HATE when white shoes get dirty, and I HATE cleaning them. Don't judge me.
So a lot of people my age don't like to cook. I love to cook! Mmmmm...well....I love to eat. Cooking is really a means to an end, but fortunately I find the means enjoyable. Last night I made whole wheat pasta with creamy roasted red pepper and feta sauce. DELISH! And healthy (an unintended added bonus). I just like trying new recipes and trying to combine things that I think might taste good together. Sometimes I'm right, other times I'm regrettably very wrong, but it's still fun. My favorite new thing to cook with is the Perfect Brownie pan. OMGOSH. Love this. Forget the plastic fork gig, these things are already cut! And they're not flat, or torn, they're amaza-zing. Go get one. (20 bucks at Wal-mart). James also got me what's called a flirty apron for Christmas, which I think makes me want to cook more, just so I can wear my super cute apron.
Well, fortunately this week is almost over. This weekend will be busy, two wedding receptions- one of the many cliche's of living in Utah- but next weekend will be spectacular. Four day weekend! I think we might buy a new couch. RC Willey has a pretty good deal going. And let me be honest, "we need a new couch" is somewhat of an understatement. I think buying a washer and dryer a month or so ago has gotten me on this furniture/appliance kick. That could be an expensive endeavor.
I need to go blow dry my hair. Ugh crap it's already that half dry wavy state. See all the problems that spill has caused? Stupid carpet...
-Whit
2.01.2010
My legs are way too white.
Is it February already? January went by fast. Thankfully. And it didn't snow too much (knock on wood), so if we can get through march with a snow storm every couple of weeks, we'll be okay. And by we I mean most definitely myself.
First thing on my mind. My husband has an obsession with Twizzlers. Complete obsession. He just recently found a store that sells different flavors (from root beer to pina colada). On the packs though, it reads, "As always, a low fat candy." ...does anyone else realize how deceptive that is? Yes I'm about to go on a health food rant, not that I'm really a health nut (I just finished a bowl of ice cream). Anyway, so many people are fooled to think that low fat means super healthy. However, READ THE LABELS people. Lots of low fat foods usually mean they make up for it in the amount of sugar that's in it. Low fat does not equal low in sugar, thus low in calorie. If more people knew that they might be a little bit happier with their diet attempts. That is all.
Second thing. For some inexplicable reason, the past few days have felt like summer. Not because it's super hot outside or the snow is melted or anything, but the allure of summer has definitely been in the air. Maybe because I spent most of Saturday inside and it was warm in my house, but super sunny outside, and I laid on the couch and watched Little Rascals and Sandlot back to back, yep that might have done it. Whatever the cause, I can't WAIT for summer. Looking down at my pasty legs though, I need to make a friend that has a pool. That's one thing I seriously miss about FL...I could lay out in my yard and no one would see me or care for that matter, but here, where the next house is about 12 feet away, I'd get more than one strange look. And city public pools are in no way appealing. All it makes me think of is how many filled floating diapers with splashing little babies are surrounding me. *shudders.
Thing number three. I'm FINALLY over my cold! Good thing...my nose was so dry from using so many tissues, the tip of it started peeling and it sort of looked like dried snot. Yeah I realize that's really gross, but that pretty much described everything about me last week. Gross. Anyway, 'tis better.You never realize how much you take breathing through your nose for granted until you can't do it anymore and you hate life for it.
Well, it's 9:18 and I will most definitely be in bed in the next half hour. :-) Love that.
-Whit
First thing on my mind. My husband has an obsession with Twizzlers. Complete obsession. He just recently found a store that sells different flavors (from root beer to pina colada). On the packs though, it reads, "As always, a low fat candy." ...does anyone else realize how deceptive that is? Yes I'm about to go on a health food rant, not that I'm really a health nut (I just finished a bowl of ice cream). Anyway, so many people are fooled to think that low fat means super healthy. However, READ THE LABELS people. Lots of low fat foods usually mean they make up for it in the amount of sugar that's in it. Low fat does not equal low in sugar, thus low in calorie. If more people knew that they might be a little bit happier with their diet attempts. That is all.
Second thing. For some inexplicable reason, the past few days have felt like summer. Not because it's super hot outside or the snow is melted or anything, but the allure of summer has definitely been in the air. Maybe because I spent most of Saturday inside and it was warm in my house, but super sunny outside, and I laid on the couch and watched Little Rascals and Sandlot back to back, yep that might have done it. Whatever the cause, I can't WAIT for summer. Looking down at my pasty legs though, I need to make a friend that has a pool. That's one thing I seriously miss about FL...I could lay out in my yard and no one would see me or care for that matter, but here, where the next house is about 12 feet away, I'd get more than one strange look. And city public pools are in no way appealing. All it makes me think of is how many filled floating diapers with splashing little babies are surrounding me. *shudders.
Thing number three. I'm FINALLY over my cold! Good thing...my nose was so dry from using so many tissues, the tip of it started peeling and it sort of looked like dried snot. Yeah I realize that's really gross, but that pretty much described everything about me last week. Gross. Anyway, 'tis better.You never realize how much you take breathing through your nose for granted until you can't do it anymore and you hate life for it.
Well, it's 9:18 and I will most definitely be in bed in the next half hour. :-) Love that.
-Whit
1.28.2010
Day tripper
Nyquil. Dayquil. Multi-vitamin. Vitamin C. Tylenol. I'm sorry liver...but it's all in your best interest.
I have never blown my nose more times in one day in my whole life. Literally every 5-7 minutes. I've gone through an entire box of tissues by myself. Like the big boxes of tissues...my nose is looks exactly how they portray it on the claymation dolls for Kleenex commercials. I'm definitely an advocate of Kleenex over toilet paper now.
In the mornings I'm still super "floaty" feeling from the Nyquil, then I take the Dayquil before school, so it's a double dose for a few hours...man have the mornings been rough...needless to say, we've been taking it easy in 4th grade this week. I also think it's thrown off my perception of time. I literally though it was Thursday, starting on Tuesday, but then today I could've sworn it was Friday...tomorrow I probably won't even wake up because I'll be convinced it's next Sunday.
Any remedies for the common cold would be greatly appreciated.
Everything tastes the same when you're sick. I made spinach and sundried tomato stuffed chicken breasts last night with mashed potatoes and it all tasted like bran cereal. Also, since I can't breathe out of my nose very well, I had to take very small bites to make sure I could breathe through my mouth as a chewed. Gross. All I want now is some Kneaders french toast...not like it would even taste remotely like french toast...
Meanwhile, I've never felt so good about coming home every day and sitting on the couch, catching up on all my tv shows from the week (love hulu.com!). In case anyone was curious...here are my shows I'm absolutely addicted to, in no particular order:
1. Grey's Anatomy
2. The Office
3. Community
4. The Vampire Diaries
5. Flash Forward
And most recently, The Biggest Loser. I wouldn't say I'm addicted to that one though...not yet anyway. And I do love a good American Idol or So You Think You Can Dance when it's on.
This is the worst time of day...6pm...too late to take Dayquil, but to early to take Nyquil...well...guess I'll have to rough it for another couple of hours...holy crap just get me to Saturday. And sadly, after all that complaining out in the open, I feel the exact same. *sigh*
-W
I have never blown my nose more times in one day in my whole life. Literally every 5-7 minutes. I've gone through an entire box of tissues by myself. Like the big boxes of tissues...my nose is looks exactly how they portray it on the claymation dolls for Kleenex commercials. I'm definitely an advocate of Kleenex over toilet paper now.
In the mornings I'm still super "floaty" feeling from the Nyquil, then I take the Dayquil before school, so it's a double dose for a few hours...man have the mornings been rough...needless to say, we've been taking it easy in 4th grade this week. I also think it's thrown off my perception of time. I literally though it was Thursday, starting on Tuesday, but then today I could've sworn it was Friday...tomorrow I probably won't even wake up because I'll be convinced it's next Sunday.
Any remedies for the common cold would be greatly appreciated.
Everything tastes the same when you're sick. I made spinach and sundried tomato stuffed chicken breasts last night with mashed potatoes and it all tasted like bran cereal. Also, since I can't breathe out of my nose very well, I had to take very small bites to make sure I could breathe through my mouth as a chewed. Gross. All I want now is some Kneaders french toast...not like it would even taste remotely like french toast...
Meanwhile, I've never felt so good about coming home every day and sitting on the couch, catching up on all my tv shows from the week (love hulu.com!). In case anyone was curious...here are my shows I'm absolutely addicted to, in no particular order:
1. Grey's Anatomy
2. The Office
3. Community
4. The Vampire Diaries
5. Flash Forward
And most recently, The Biggest Loser. I wouldn't say I'm addicted to that one though...not yet anyway. And I do love a good American Idol or So You Think You Can Dance when it's on.
This is the worst time of day...6pm...too late to take Dayquil, but to early to take Nyquil...well...guess I'll have to rough it for another couple of hours...holy crap just get me to Saturday. And sadly, after all that complaining out in the open, I feel the exact same. *sigh*
-W
1.25.2010
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
I hurt. My whole body hurts. Remind me never to go to an hour of body sculpting and then an hour of zumba...overzealous much??? What am I trying to prove to myself anyway?! Well...actually...after talking to a fellow zumba-er...zumbee...zumbier...I dunno...we decided that we would work out for 5 days a week for at least an hour a day as long as that meant we could WHATEVER we wanted...which...so far, is what's happening. Is it working? Yes, I'm eating whatever I want :-) Oh, and the workout is paying off too. I'm not sure which is better/worse...having a low carb, dairy free diet and rarely hitting the gym or always hitting the gym and eating all the pasta and ice cream you want? My feelings are still mixed on the matter...I just have zero self-discipline so I guess that's why I choose the latter.
On another note, Nyquil is a girl's best friend. I know they say diamonds, or Midol, or super trendy boutique accessories, but no, "they" are wrong. Nyquil. My throat has been itchy and dry the past two days, my head hurts, and once you throw sore muscles on top, it's the best sleep I ever got with a cold medicine ;-). Anyone else guilty of topping off a little night cap even when you're NOT sick just because you know you'll sleep AMAZINGLY well? I always have super crazy dreams when I take it though...wasn't aware that was one of the side effects, but for the wonderful benefits, I'll take it.
K here's the complaint of the week. Sometimes some parents are stupid. Down right inconsiderate, selfish, childish, and too self-absorbed to realize that their life decisions might just affect the little people in their lives that will end up having to go to therapy because of their stupid choices. And then the teachers who are with these little people, for longer than the parents themselves most of the time, have to try to solve these problems for these little people so it doesn't effect how they perceive life, at least while they're at school. So many kids at school have such broken lives, where they're clinically depressed, angry, or have little coping skills because they have too many severe daddy issues. K so I get that parents aren't perfect, and many marriages do end, but seriously parents...stop neglecting your offspring even in such events and stop setting them up for inevitable life failure or some drug addiction...because you're making my job a lot harder. K. Just had to get that out.
Not related to anything thus far, I have a theory...a shampoo theory. You know how your hair always looks fabulous after you just get it colored/cut/styled, etc.? Of course it's because the people that you entrust one of your most noticeable features is a professional, but I also think the shampoo is at work. I think when you change your shampoo, it confuses your hair, but in a good way. The only thing my theory is based on is personal experience, because every time I buy shampoo I like to switch it up, and for the first 4-5 days I have a really good hair week, then it's just average. But then when I switch shampoos or get it done (where my stylist usually has a different shampoo than I do), it's another good hair streak. So, what I'm thinking of doing is buying a few different shampoos and using one for 4-5 washes, then switching, and develop some type of cycle. I'm thinking it'll probably be good to get a volume shampoo, probably one with color protection, and maybe a moisturizing one (I do live in Utah). I think the combination might be brilliant. I dunno...I'll have to test it out...
Well, the highly anticipated night cap is settling in, so that is all for now. :-)
-W
On another note, Nyquil is a girl's best friend. I know they say diamonds, or Midol, or super trendy boutique accessories, but no, "they" are wrong. Nyquil. My throat has been itchy and dry the past two days, my head hurts, and once you throw sore muscles on top, it's the best sleep I ever got with a cold medicine ;-). Anyone else guilty of topping off a little night cap even when you're NOT sick just because you know you'll sleep AMAZINGLY well? I always have super crazy dreams when I take it though...wasn't aware that was one of the side effects, but for the wonderful benefits, I'll take it.
K here's the complaint of the week. Sometimes some parents are stupid. Down right inconsiderate, selfish, childish, and too self-absorbed to realize that their life decisions might just affect the little people in their lives that will end up having to go to therapy because of their stupid choices. And then the teachers who are with these little people, for longer than the parents themselves most of the time, have to try to solve these problems for these little people so it doesn't effect how they perceive life, at least while they're at school. So many kids at school have such broken lives, where they're clinically depressed, angry, or have little coping skills because they have too many severe daddy issues. K so I get that parents aren't perfect, and many marriages do end, but seriously parents...stop neglecting your offspring even in such events and stop setting them up for inevitable life failure or some drug addiction...because you're making my job a lot harder. K. Just had to get that out.
Not related to anything thus far, I have a theory...a shampoo theory. You know how your hair always looks fabulous after you just get it colored/cut/styled, etc.? Of course it's because the people that you entrust one of your most noticeable features is a professional, but I also think the shampoo is at work. I think when you change your shampoo, it confuses your hair, but in a good way. The only thing my theory is based on is personal experience, because every time I buy shampoo I like to switch it up, and for the first 4-5 days I have a really good hair week, then it's just average. But then when I switch shampoos or get it done (where my stylist usually has a different shampoo than I do), it's another good hair streak. So, what I'm thinking of doing is buying a few different shampoos and using one for 4-5 washes, then switching, and develop some type of cycle. I'm thinking it'll probably be good to get a volume shampoo, probably one with color protection, and maybe a moisturizing one (I do live in Utah). I think the combination might be brilliant. I dunno...I'll have to test it out...
Well, the highly anticipated night cap is settling in, so that is all for now. :-)
-W
1.19.2010
There's a Class for This
This picture explains my life.I tried the driving range with my husband and cousins over the weekend (thanks MLK for that holiday), and felt pretty much like a fool the whole time, but hey, no better stress reliever than seeing how far and hard you can hit something.
First, notice a few things. A. There's snow on the ground and the "heated" driving range didn't feel so warm when you add a wind factor.. B. So I got the whole 'rotate your hips' thing down, 'follow through on the swing', 'keep your eyes on the ball', yeah, most of the time, not bad. But, look closely at the tee...
Yes. The ball is still there. I'm reading to much into this, but I think I golf swing might tell a lot about a person (I'm sure someone's written a book on this). For example, I honestly tried here, gave it my best, tried to pick up a few techniques, swung the crap out of it, and dang. That ball didn't move (and yes that is my lack of spatial reasoning abilities kicking in). SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE THAT! I think this is the perfectionist in me coming out, but I HATE not being good at things! So anyway...back to my analysis... I'd say my effort represents my attitude towards most things, I really do try, because I can't let myself do poorly on things (tried, can't). The fact that the ball is still there (besides the obvious) represents the fact that I still have a lot to learn and if I'm going to learn it, I should probably deep six the perfectionist attitude. And, the HUGE pile of balls next to me means that I still have a lot of opportunities around me and it's okay to fail, because I can always try again.
That was deep for a blog post. But seriously, this picture represents my life. Too bad I didn't get the one on film where I swung so hard I literally spun in a complete circle, with yep, you guessed it, that happy little ball sitting perfectly still and content on the tee. I should be more like the ball on the tee...happy and content until someone whacks the living daylights out of me.
-W
1.13.2010
A Lack of Color
You know those bands that you LOVE but you occasionally forget that they might have just produced a new album in the past five years? Then you find it, download it, and love the band all over again? You know, that feeling? Yes. Totally having it! Death Cab for Cutie got me through many a dramatic high school moment, and I heard something in a store the other day and realized...HELLO?! Where have I been? Their new album, Narrow Stairs, good stuff. Comes highly recommended (by me). I always used to say if Ben Gibbard were better looking, or if I were blind, I'd marry that kid in a heartbeat. (But it's okay, cause the real thing aka James IS good looking AND sings amazing, two-fer, score).
Different note, my one and only beautiful little niece is WALKING! She's 11 months on the 20th. She's kind of a big deal...first grandbaby on both sides of the family (needless to say spoiled??). I can already tell her spicy personality is going to give her parents loads of fun when she's a teenager ;-) But as an onlooker and only partially responsible for her upbringing (hardly, if any really), she's a blast. But seriously Ryan...I can't believe I found out this literally life changing news from your facebook status.
Next topic. I made it to Wednesday! Which means yes, I am amazing. My observation today went ridiculously well. My principal (had to think of the right spelling on that...your principal is your "pal"...princi-p-a-l) even told me she thinks I should become a principal one day because I would be a great one-holy cow! I can't say that I have the slightest desire to do that, but I'll take the compliment, thanks. I love being a teacher though. I think you only truly appreciate and become pro-corporal punishment once you are a teacher. Sometimes I want to duck tape their mouths and put superglue on their pockets, but I love 'em. The little things they say totally make it worth it (i.e., "Mrs. Houlin, what's your favorite deep sea creature?" or "the bottom number in a fraction is called the demon-ate-her").
Lately I just can't get enough of the color purple. I think I only have like 3 purple shirts, but I even bought some purple flats that I adore. I've tried explaining to my sister lately that things don't have to match, as long as they coordinate. For example, she could wear a mustard yellow shirt with burnt red mary-jane's. They're not the same color, but they just go, it works. ..She's still getting used to the idea. Which reminds me, how come everytime you go to Old Navy the only sizes they seem to have of anything is XXS and XXXL???? Do I just go at the completely WRONG times?? I found the most adorable shirt EVER but ofcourse, I'm no X in either direction.
American Idol starts in 3 minutes :-)
-W
Different note, my one and only beautiful little niece is WALKING! She's 11 months on the 20th. She's kind of a big deal...first grandbaby on both sides of the family (needless to say spoiled??). I can already tell her spicy personality is going to give her parents loads of fun when she's a teenager ;-) But as an onlooker and only partially responsible for her upbringing (hardly, if any really), she's a blast. But seriously Ryan...I can't believe I found out this literally life changing news from your facebook status.
Next topic. I made it to Wednesday! Which means yes, I am amazing. My observation today went ridiculously well. My principal (had to think of the right spelling on that...your principal is your "pal"...princi-p-a-l) even told me she thinks I should become a principal one day because I would be a great one-holy cow! I can't say that I have the slightest desire to do that, but I'll take the compliment, thanks. I love being a teacher though. I think you only truly appreciate and become pro-corporal punishment once you are a teacher. Sometimes I want to duck tape their mouths and put superglue on their pockets, but I love 'em. The little things they say totally make it worth it (i.e., "Mrs. Houlin, what's your favorite deep sea creature?" or "the bottom number in a fraction is called the demon-ate-her").
Lately I just can't get enough of the color purple. I think I only have like 3 purple shirts, but I even bought some purple flats that I adore. I've tried explaining to my sister lately that things don't have to match, as long as they coordinate. For example, she could wear a mustard yellow shirt with burnt red mary-jane's. They're not the same color, but they just go, it works. ..She's still getting used to the idea. Which reminds me, how come everytime you go to Old Navy the only sizes they seem to have of anything is XXS and XXXL???? Do I just go at the completely WRONG times?? I found the most adorable shirt EVER but ofcourse, I'm no X in either direction.
American Idol starts in 3 minutes :-)
-W
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