Showing posts with label Nom nom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nom nom. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Time Management.

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President: We're too late. Without the sword the players will fail.

Member 1: If we could get to a computer, we could sign on to the World of Warcraft and give the boys the sword online.

President: I don't have a World of Warcraft account. Do you?

Member 1: No, I have a life.


If you don't recognize that screenshot, go watch this immediately.


I am currently having a general life conflict. In January and part of February, I felt like I was in some sort of Life-Zen place. I was working out and waking up early every day, I lost about 20 pounds, I wrote my huge, awful, terrible paper, I did my last opera at OCU and my graduate recital and now... I'm sort of lacking in some way.

I wrote this post a couple of days ago, and I feel that a better word for how I feel is Slacking. I'm not waking up like I used to, I'm going to bed later... yada yada. After reevaluating my changes between then and now, the only significant one I can find is that I'm back on the WoW bandwagon. Here's the thing; I frickin' love this game. I love playing it, I love the holidays, pets, achievements... I just really enjoy the game. However- I can quit the game. I have quit it before, but I don't want to quit having a reason to talk to my best friend and her husband every day, because THAT is really important to me.

So the quandary is how to play the somewhat life consuming game and also be working out and losing weight like I was. Granted, not eating crap all the time will help (fell off that bandwagon a bit as well), as will working out. My problem has been finding the time, since before I did it in the morning when I woke up bright and early. Playing the game (AND keeping up with the Craigs) necessitates being tied to the computer during prime sleeping time. I will say that during January and my Life-Zen, I felt like an old lady going to bed at 10:30 every night. It is also not helping my time situation that I am working 8a-5p every day, and that wasn't the case before, either.


Anyway, I think I've finally gotten on the road to the happy medium. Still play, eat like I'm supposed to, but workout either right after work or before bed. Not the most ideal setup, but MUCH better than not doing it at all and I still get my game friends. :)

Friday, March 12, 2010

Easter Candy, or Why New Year's Resolutions to Lose Weight Frequently Don't Succeed

- Ok, I'm going to go ahead and say upfront that this should probably be two different blogs, but one dovetails so nicely into the next that I'm going to leave it. -

I had an epiphany the other day, and it has made me wonder how anyone in the history of ever has kept a New Year's Resolution to lose weight for more than two or three months.

Everybody knows that in January, right after New Year's with its resolutions, the gyms are all packed and most of America goes on some kind of diet. We're all fat, we all wish we weren't, so with a new year comes fresh convictions and optimistic changes and hopes that we can change ourselves for the better. Well, through both personal experience and observation, I can tell you with relative certainty why people don't/can't/won't stay on a diet for very long after the new year.

Easter.

Shocking, right? Think about this: in January, your diet/exercise plan is both new and novel and you are all excited and maybe even getting some results. Then, BAM! Valentine's Day. Now, if you're single, you might be able to avoid the Valentine candy. But no sooner has that passed than EASTER hits you. And Easter is different; Easter is special. When you really get down to it, there are really four big candy related holidays: Valentine's Day, Easter, Halloween and Christmas. But of all of them, Easter has the most decadent and tempting (irony given the holiday's meaning?) seasonally specific candy. Sure, Valentine's day has conversation hearts and Halloween has candy corn.... but Easter. Who can resist Robin's Eggs? Or.... Cadbury Creme Eggs...... It's a dieting person's nightmare!! Just when you're really getting used to not eating crap (read: tasty, fattening food) all the time is when the absolute most delicious and bad-for-you treat rears its sugary, chocolatey head. And like I said, it's seasonally specific!! You can't even GET Cadbury Creme Eggs any other time of the year, so I, for one, feel like I'm wasting a delicious opportunity by NOT eating one some of them.


I realize that this is getting lengthy (that's what she said), but I have a related topic I must send into the blog-o-whatever. My Caleb friend and I were discussing this very thing last night, but it was within a larger discussion of the differences between men and women. Yeah, yeah, this can go on forever, but it started with me mentioning a girl we both know and how I thought she was absolutely gorgeous. He said that he didn't think she was all that pretty. I, being an avid reader of Smitten blogs, I said that our mutual friend must just be "girl pretty." He, reasonably, had never heard the term, so I explained it with regard to our friend: "She's a girl that girls want to look like, not necessarily a girl that guys find attractive." I supplied a couple more examples of friends we have that I would absolutely kill to look like, but he reiterated that they weren't really what he would consider super attractive. I asked him if there were any dudes that he would want to look like, and he told me that he's never really thought about it. I understand that he's a dude, and dudes don't typically think about their looks in that way, but the interesting thing is that he didn't know how much I, as a girl, thought about it. Let me just let all of the boys in the world in on a secret: Women think about that all the time. Who they'd rather look like. I have an extensive mental list of women- actresses, musicians, friends- that I would love to look like, or at least approach looking like. Most of them are just skinnier than me, but others have good hair or pretty teeth or blue eyes or whatever other trait that I envy to a certain degree. Women are just like that (truly Così fan tutte! Ha ha... opera humor.... ::ahem::).

Anyway, I feel like this could be a contributing factor as to why women are "crazy" or whatever other stereotype you can think of. I mean, it's probably helping with why I'M any bit of crazy. When I say that I compare myself to other women, I mean, every single day, all day, many, many times. When I'm watching TV, or at my crappy retail job at the mall, or at the frickin' grocery store... doesn't matter. I will say this, though- the time it happens the worst, the most consistently? When I eat. Day to day, I can tell you without much thought exactly what I have eaten, what I consider "cheat" food, what I'm planning on eating later and if I have any snacky food at home to facilitate more "cheat" eating later. When I told this to Caleb, he was surprised and just couldn't fathom comparing himself to other dudes like that, or monitoring his food intake with borderline obsession. I'm an emotional eater, too, though, and that doesn't help. THAT'S a whole 'nother blog, though....

This sort of reminds me of a while back, when we were at rehearsal. Our director was telling us that no one knows how beautiful they truly are. "Women, especially. They are always comparing themselves to other women and judging themselves to ridiculous standards. Something else, they're always jealous of each other's hair." At this point, I indicated a friend of mine whose hair is always SO cute and at the same moment she goes, "Yeah, like Courtney." The fact that we proved his point was kind of forgotten as we both just died laughing.

So what does all of this mean? I don't know. Aside from the fact that I need to quit eating so much damn Easter candy, it is just something to think about.

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Sunday, March 7, 2010

Today is here!

Well, it's time, ladies and gentlemen. Time for the big, bad, final graduate recital. T-minus 3 hours until I need to be at the school setting up the crap for the live stream of the recital I'm hoping against hope works like it's supposed to. I am going to be very, very sad if it doesn't... but what can you do?


Ok, gotta go curl my hair... or eat a Cadbury Creme egg or something...

Friday, February 5, 2010

Don't Ever Change



Don't Ever Change - The Beatles




About six months ago, something significant happened in my life. Something that changed me in a very real way. Looking back, it seems almost stupid that this would have had such a profound effect on me, but out of this, I feel like I have grown leaps and bounds closer to understanding what it takes to be an adult and take care of myself. What happened?





I quit biting my nails.



I know, I know. This sounds just totally ridiculous, but let me explain a bit. I have been a nail-biter since I was a child. That's 25 years of literally everyone in my life harassing me about it. The ex-f used to say that he "wouldn't put a ring on hands that looked like that" (which is sort of funny, since he did). But now, every day, I look at my hands and barely recognize them. I watch them do things like pick up a pen or wash dishes and they don't look like my hands. They're pretty; they sometimes have nail polish, which I never used to do. I broke a nail at work and had no idea what to do, as I had never remotely been in that situation before.


Anyway, this may seem like a tiny change, but let me tell you- I never thought I would be a girl with pretty hands. To have positively changed myself in this way was a revelation, of sorts. It made me realize and see that it is possible to make changes to yourself, to your body, and they will last. You can break habits and change your lifestyle. I'm kind of drunk off the possibilities, actually. So as part of my New Leaf Program (the one in which I turn over a new leaf for the new year), I started waking up early (like this) and trying to not be fat (like this, this, and this) and so far, it's been... changey.


I'll let you know if anything crazy happens, like I start cleaning up my room for fun or something.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Incredible, edible

Over-medium eggs!


I have known for many a year that I love eggs. I just find them tasty beyond measure. I pretty much relegated myself to hard boiled and scrambled, though, because I suck at frying them.


UNTIL NOW.


Maybe this is common knowledge for the rest of you cooking type people, but it was/is not for me. So, my roommate's mother showed her how to do it, and now I know, so I'm passing this magical secret on to you:

butter.


That's pretty much it. We have this little non-stick skillet that's about 6 inches across and all one has to do to make some deeelicious over-medium eggs is start with melting the butter on it. Then crack the eggs and go about your breakfast... or post-bar snack, as this is a GREAT time to eat eggs, apparently. You have to use real butter, though, or else it won't work. My favorite part is when it does the non-stick thing like it's supposed to and the 2 or 3 egg conglomerate slides around in the little skillet. To flip it, you just wait until the whole thing is white and then slide it about halfway out of the skillet onto a spatula and flip it over that way. You can, alternatively, slide it onto a plate and flip it, but I have had much more success with the spatula setup.


Now that I know how to do this, I have seriously been eating 2 or 3 eggs a day. They're so tasty!! And cheap and filling and I so love eggs nomnomnomnom....


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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

To all you geeks out there...

...this is for you:






Yeah, I'm pretty sure I want to BE Felicia Day.


If you're into nerdiness, you can watch her Web Series The Guild and laugh harder at the video because the characters will make more sense. And for even more Felicia Day genius, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog is a must watch (It also has the amazingly talented Neil Patrick Harris and the equally talented and deliciously handsome Nathan Fillion).

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

"Let me get that for you..."

(via le love)

le love

sexy.






To clarify, Sassy Ginger, this is "sexy" (potentially because I'm "concupiscent" {look that shit up. trust me.}) as opposed to "smushy" so it's ok to post.

Monday, June 15, 2009

RAINBOWCAKE!!!!

OK, my Alyssa Friend and I are going to make RAINBOWCAKE this evening and I am WHOA excited. Pictures forthcoming...

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Dayometer

(I guess that could be pronounced "day-AH-muh-ter" or "DAY-oh-ME-ter")


I just had a brilliant idea:



The Dayometer


I want one so bad. Hm... I should probably explain what it is. Ok, so it would be (as it's not even invented yet) an "-ometer" that tells the blog-o-whatever how your day is! I mean...

oh. I guess we have Twitter for that. Damn it.



I was actually kind of excited about this, but now, literally over the course of writing this post, I have realized that it is just not really a very worthwhile endeavor.

Let it be known that I had it all worked out... how it could have a needle like most "-ometers" and it would have labels like "Kickass day!" all the way on one side and "Shitty day" on the other side and emoticons for some of them and possibly indicator lights about WHY the Dayometer was where it was (like a "Check Food Intake" light on a :( day)...


...it's possible I put too much thought into things sometimes.




HOWEVER: My Dayometer just moved toward the "Kickass!" side by an amount of NOMs because my totally kickass amazing Rümmi brought me food at work!


I heart her :)

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

I'm a mute today

Well, at least this morning.

I have a swollen uvula (that's the hangy ball in the back of your throat, not a girly part...{it's not Thursday... ew...})

Until March of this year, I hadn't ever had this happen before, nor had I even heard of it. So imagine my surprise when I Googled it and came up with this. Anyhow, the little bastert has showed up again and since just eating cold stuff all morning worked pretty good last time, my venti Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino will do nicely. I also find that this is one of those things that doesn't seem so bad until you see it, so I'm not even going to check it out this time. That was an unfortunate decision first time around...

So, um, yeah. That's the morning for me. Thankfully, I can still hum. Not that I sing full blast at the office, but I do get to rocking out back here sometimes. Since I have my mind fully occupied on my hangy ball situation, humming will have to be sufficient.

Here's some music that The Bloggess tweeted about the other day. It's so cute! And if you don't read The Bloggess... remedy this. She is absolutely hysterical.

Bitter Heart - Zee Avi



Yeah, it is NOT easy to talk with this hangy ball affliction. Blech...

Friday, May 22, 2009

I think I have Swine Flu in my neck.

Ok, so maybe not.


But holy CRAP. My lymph node or gland or muscle or something in my neck is all swollen and painful. And only on the right side, which, on the one hand, is nice, because I get a little relief, but it's also very annoying. I feel a bit feverish, too. Not a lot, but just enough to make me think, "Hmm... will this totally ruin my weekend?" (Though, it's not like I had anything actually planned, anyhow.)

Ok, I have a big picture frame that I have almost no pictures for, so I think I'm going to rip photos off of Facebook and print quotes to go in it. It's one with 3 layers of glass so it has a cool floaty effect.

Any quote suggestions for me?


I may also have to buy some of Samantha Lamb's photos from this little place in OKC called Cuppies and Joe. They are a precious coffee and cupcake place. Inside, it pretty much looks like what an Etsy store would be in real life. Anyway, Samantha Lamb has some postcards and prints for sale there and they're SO lovely! I encourage you to look at her whole photostream, but here are several of my favorites:


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Given


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Harold and his bear Honey


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gracious in goodness


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Banjos & Bulbs


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Thesis


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making a house a home


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Lock yourself away


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womb


All images by Samantha Lamb

Friday, May 15, 2009

100th Post!!

Wow! I can't believe I've already posted 100 times. Geez.


Well, to celebrate this occasion, I feel I should blog about something that means a lot to me. Something that changed my life forever.


a potato.



Not just any potato, friends. This was a life altering spud of epic proportions. I'm not kidding when I say that for weeks after this potato incident, I couldn't go more than 3 days without mentioning it. People, this tuber consumed my thoughts. It's story time:



Over Thanksgiving, my Li'l Brudder and Seester and I went to southish Texas to see my Dad. Not ON Thanksgiving, but the day before, we went to this small town eatery for lunch. It was some manner of barbecue place and so they obviously had baked potatoes. They had something I had officially never seen before, but I was so intrigued, and it sounded so delicious that I ordered it. (Looking back, I am SO glad I did and yet I also have a healthy {ha, healthy} amount of regret tied to the experience. Mainly because after I ate it, I wanted to die. So much potato... anyway, back to the story.)

The potato I ordered ended up being about the size of a softball and a half. That is not remotely a small potato, or even a medium one. This potato meant business. It had my standard potato trappings of butter, cheese and sour cream, but here's where the magic happened: There was a chicken fried steak on, nay, in this potato. A whole chicken fried steak. On/In this mammoth potato. And white gravy, because you can't eat a chicken fried steak without white gravy.

That's the part that I look upon fondly. The actual potato. Eating the whole thing? I don't exactly look upon that with the same sense of nostalgia and general happiness associated with good food memories. *whew*

Anyway, to you who read this and see my delightful potato as an abomination to food everywhere, I am sad for you. Maybe it's just my general Southern upbringing that makes me particularly susceptible to the wiles of foods of this nature, but either way... that potato affected my life more than some people, and for that, it gets its own commemorative blog post.




And now a picture of a lizard on a chaise lounge (because this is what I found when I was trying to find a graphic of the number 100):




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hahahahahahahaha



Hiliarious. Explanation here.

Monday, May 4, 2009

What's that, body?

You're mad at me because I keep feeding you total garbage food?

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. Just let me get through this last week of emotional eating (otherwise known as Finals Week) and I promise to go back to feeding you better stuff. Cross my heart...

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Cinco de Mayo!

Can we talk about for a second how super pumped I am to be going to The Judge's place for an epic Firefly-a-thon and nachos etc. in honor of Cinco de Mayo?


It's going to be awesome.


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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Woof.

Ok, I found this (via this) and damn.

Good list.¹ I'll take one, thanks. Just tell me where to send my shipping address.

(As for her picks of older men, I can't really argue with any of the choices. I feel I should add Clive Owen to this list, as he is only a year younger than Clooney.)

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1. I feel like a comment along the lines of "I'll be in my bunk" should go here, but I didn't want to break up the flow of that sentence with a totally unrelated thought that may or may not make sense to the majority of people reading this. Kudos if you get the reference!

Monday, April 27, 2009

My Cakies!

(Which is what translators pop out when you want them to translate "Mio dolci!" into English.)


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I ate half of this because:


  • Kelly wanted the other half

  • I just felt like a little cake

  • It was just a Bonnie Raitt kind of day today, I think.



Oh, Bonnie. Maybe someday I'll tell my little bloggingness about you and that night a few months ago...

Gah. Soooo pitiful.


You always hit where it hurts the worst, Bonnie, you cold, cold bitch.

I'm hungry...

I think I want me one of them little cakes.





I'll be right back.... (pictures forthcoming.)

Sunday, April 26, 2009

A Cautionary Tale

Be careful when opening one of these to not squeeze the packet prematurely and puff the powder everywhere, or you may end up inadvertently tasting the Wild Strawberry with your sinuses.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

I'm addicted.

Delicious. And only 10 calories.


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Crystal Light
Wild Strawberry
energy drink mix


:)

Monday, April 20, 2009

I don't really like coffee

So I'm not a huge advocate of Starbucks. But:


Y'all, those Strawberries and Cream Frappuccinos are SOO good...



Anyway, I'm not really in a spending money sort of life-place right now, so I won't be having any more of those for a bit (as that was the last of my gift card). Not much to report these days. Rümmi is on her way to NYC for a fabulous vacation. I will be working on competition stuff and trying to write a paper (no not that paper, a different paper) before Thursday. I'm sort of feeling like a beautiful, on purpose nap, but I don't know. I think laying in bed with music and music books. Sleeping will likely be a part of this.


I shall return...


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Sleepy little girl here along with a link to to this, a super useful and succinct guide to naps! Wow!