Well, it's Monday morning and I would much rather be in bed. I got this bright idea in my head and it suggested waking up early to exercise. I am so not feeling it. In fact, I haven't been feeling it for a week. I have only completed 2 successful and consecutive weeks of the insanity program. Sigh. Fortunately genetics and a healthy diet are on my side so it's not currently a big deal.
The weekend was fun. My husband and I took a friend and her brother to see the Dave Ralston Band. The show and the music were very good, even though the advertising was misleading. We were promised a costume contest but they did not deliver. That was a bit disappointing because my husband and I were dressed as Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemmings (his slave mistress). We'll have to reuse that costume for a crowd that will appreciate it.
Saturday was more eventful... barely. I'm a bit of a homebody. I took my friend and her brother up north to make shisa (the Okinawan lion-dogs that serve as protectors from evil spirits and keepers of the good spirits). We got there late in the day and I was afraid we wouldn't be allowed to make our shisa because the process takes 2 hours. The little, old, Okinawan man said it was okay so we got our things together (I had been them before and I think I had left a positive impression on the old man and his friends). The experience was a lot of fun. The old mand and his friend were very helpful and funny - even though they spoke no English. I could understand some of what they were saying. The hours flew by and they didn't seem too concerned that we were still there. After 3 hours and countless laughs at our expense, we were done.
Sunday was so-so. We were supposed to go zip-lining but my friend backed out and I had a tummy ache. I ended up staying home, reading, twisting my hair, watching Silence of the Lambs, and a couple episodes of House. This morning I woke up, peed on a stick, got a negative response, felt bummed about it, and sat down to write away the time I should have spent exercising. We're not actively trying to have kids yet but we did the naughty during a risky time and I was a bit hopeful. The stick said no and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Definitely disappointed but there's something else going on. I just haven't put my finger on it.
Maybe I'll be ready for some introspection later today...
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Day 1
I've decided to give blogging a shot. I NEVER kept a diary or journal or any of those girly memory recording devices when I was younger because honestly, I didn't trust my siblings to be able to find any juicy details on me and not using it to make me uncomfortable/miserable. So here I am now at age 27 cataloging my memories almost as soon as they happen.
I consider myself to be an interesting person and if someone wanted to use clips of my life in a movie, they would have plenty fodder. However, my brain refuses to stay still long enough for me to ever right a memoir - not that I'm old enough to have a memoir yet. The whole brain thing brings me to the reason for even starting on this little endeavor. My memory is so bad that if you asked me what I did last week, I'd be hard-pressed to recall the details. So I figure that in order to be able to tell my grandkids stories about my youth, I better start writing them down. I guess I should also start having kids at some point too...
Right now I am eating dinner. I'm feeling rather lazy and without my husband around, I don't see the point in putting in the effort to cook. I LOVE cooking - I just don't like doing the dishes. Again, no point in torturing myself. So what's for dinner if I didn't have the motivation to cook? Ramen! At least I think it's ramen. One of my former Japanese students went to Korea and brought me back a couple of edible souvenirs - I never hid how much I absolutely love food and love experiencing other cultures through food. I don't know what all the Korean art on the bag says but in English I guess it's called 4-me... I dunno... It's quite spicy but delicious. I think it has rice noodles. The bag says glass noodles. Again, have no idea. That seems to be the trend with me and Asian food anyway. Don't tell me what it is if you want me to try it. You can tell me after I've swallowed. I think the weirdest thing for me to date has been the pig ears but my memory could just be blocking out other foods.
So I've been in a slump. I had decided to start exercising and after 2 weeks into the insanity program, my motivation left me. I'm not so sure it's my lost motivation though. Yesterday I tried to push through the program but my body just ached. I don't believe in punishing myself or in doing anything that causes me pain without justification so I stopped. Today I still felt icky so I decided to go for a ride. A quarter of a mile in I notice that my bike is feeling a bit wobbly. Sure enough when I look down not one, but both of my wheels were out of air. Seriously?!! Fortunately I was still close to home and the return trip was down hill. I'm still a little annoyed by that because I really wanted to ride - I feel very confident when it's just me, my bike, and the cars zinging by me but respecting my place on the road.
By the way, I am currently living in Okinawa, Japan, and it's a gorgeous little slice of paradise. Look forward to recollections of my many adventures. I don't believe in doing the same old thing. While I am here, I intend to absorb as much of the people, culture, and experiences as possible. All I need to do now is work on my Japanese... I have a little but I want to be semi-fluent before I leave.
I'm off to go indulge in another book. I seem to be caught in a young adult spell. A friend introduced me to the Fever series and I think I have a way serious crush on Jericho Barrons. He has set the gold standard for my romance/action ideal. Future heroes have a lot to measure up to (I hope they make that series into movies. It would blow Twilight out of the water)! Okay book time. Let me know what you think of my first attempt at blogging. My feelings aren't easily hurt and I prefer honesty. I don't have much patience for pretense either.
I consider myself to be an interesting person and if someone wanted to use clips of my life in a movie, they would have plenty fodder. However, my brain refuses to stay still long enough for me to ever right a memoir - not that I'm old enough to have a memoir yet. The whole brain thing brings me to the reason for even starting on this little endeavor. My memory is so bad that if you asked me what I did last week, I'd be hard-pressed to recall the details. So I figure that in order to be able to tell my grandkids stories about my youth, I better start writing them down. I guess I should also start having kids at some point too...
Right now I am eating dinner. I'm feeling rather lazy and without my husband around, I don't see the point in putting in the effort to cook. I LOVE cooking - I just don't like doing the dishes. Again, no point in torturing myself. So what's for dinner if I didn't have the motivation to cook? Ramen! At least I think it's ramen. One of my former Japanese students went to Korea and brought me back a couple of edible souvenirs - I never hid how much I absolutely love food and love experiencing other cultures through food. I don't know what all the Korean art on the bag says but in English I guess it's called 4-me... I dunno... It's quite spicy but delicious. I think it has rice noodles. The bag says glass noodles. Again, have no idea. That seems to be the trend with me and Asian food anyway. Don't tell me what it is if you want me to try it. You can tell me after I've swallowed. I think the weirdest thing for me to date has been the pig ears but my memory could just be blocking out other foods.
So I've been in a slump. I had decided to start exercising and after 2 weeks into the insanity program, my motivation left me. I'm not so sure it's my lost motivation though. Yesterday I tried to push through the program but my body just ached. I don't believe in punishing myself or in doing anything that causes me pain without justification so I stopped. Today I still felt icky so I decided to go for a ride. A quarter of a mile in I notice that my bike is feeling a bit wobbly. Sure enough when I look down not one, but both of my wheels were out of air. Seriously?!! Fortunately I was still close to home and the return trip was down hill. I'm still a little annoyed by that because I really wanted to ride - I feel very confident when it's just me, my bike, and the cars zinging by me but respecting my place on the road.
By the way, I am currently living in Okinawa, Japan, and it's a gorgeous little slice of paradise. Look forward to recollections of my many adventures. I don't believe in doing the same old thing. While I am here, I intend to absorb as much of the people, culture, and experiences as possible. All I need to do now is work on my Japanese... I have a little but I want to be semi-fluent before I leave.
I'm off to go indulge in another book. I seem to be caught in a young adult spell. A friend introduced me to the Fever series and I think I have a way serious crush on Jericho Barrons. He has set the gold standard for my romance/action ideal. Future heroes have a lot to measure up to (I hope they make that series into movies. It would blow Twilight out of the water)! Okay book time. Let me know what you think of my first attempt at blogging. My feelings aren't easily hurt and I prefer honesty. I don't have much patience for pretense either.
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