Due to my kray-kray work schedule, I am limited to only one yoga class a week.
I've found a mat pilates class at the gym that I can fit on once a week, so I'm gonna give it a whirl.
I love me some stretching. I'm sure there's more to it than that, but whatevs - I'm in.
I busted out 15 miles on the mag trainer tonight. My dog Ollie hung out on the bed and watched me in between dozing off. He's such a sweet soul.
Looking forward to the Go! training kicking off this weekend. Hoping for decent weather.
Ruminations from the pit of the nation...one bite at a time.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Movie Review: The Impossible
A very good film. It's based on the true story of a Spanish family spending Christmas in Thailand when a tsunami hits and kills hundreds of thousands of people.
Ewan McGregor, Naomi Watts and the oldest kid do a fantastic job pulling together as a family in crisis.
What stood out to me were the ancillary players - the hotel concierge, the villagers who work together to get the mother and son to a hospital, and the hospital and aid workers. Everyone just did what they had to do with compassion, certitude and kindness.
The visuals were believable - the injuries, the water, and destruction. There were a couple parts that seemed too real, where you pull your hand up to cover your mouth because it's almost too shocking for words.
It's worth seeing in the theater.
Ewan McGregor, Naomi Watts and the oldest kid do a fantastic job pulling together as a family in crisis.
What stood out to me were the ancillary players - the hotel concierge, the villagers who work together to get the mother and son to a hospital, and the hospital and aid workers. Everyone just did what they had to do with compassion, certitude and kindness.
The visuals were believable - the injuries, the water, and destruction. There were a couple parts that seemed too real, where you pull your hand up to cover your mouth because it's almost too shocking for words.
It's worth seeing in the theater.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
No thank you.
1. Plumber butt - do you not feel the air hit the crack? You know you do, so to continue on in this fashion makes you a deviant. Own it.
2. Men wearing loafers without socks. However, if you wear them with a tucked-in shirt and you or your significant other use the term "hubs", then by all means continue to wear loafer w/o socks. :-)
3. Long fingernails on men. There is no sane reason for this unless you are a cocaine fiend, and that's not really sane, now is it. Perhaps it's cultural, and if so I apologize.
4. Furries. People who dress up in animal costumes and get it on. If you must dress up, a Lone Ranger mask would be okay.
5. Neck tats. To each their own, but not for me.
6. Current tween fashion at Target - I saw a pair of jeans the other day. They were made out of pastel-flowery denim. I OWNED THESE SAME JEANS IN 1984. I did. Really. And they weren't cute then either.
7. Community hot tubs (see post from 1/3)
8. Dim sum. Smells bad. Tastes bad. I'd rather lick someone's feet...well, not a stranger's feet but the feet of someone I know.
9. Air kissing/on-the-lip-kissing in social settings. A hello and/or hug will do. If I really like you, and vice versa, a kiss on the cheek would be sweet.
10. Rush. The band. Just don't enjoy it. A former bf would play "Tom Sawyer" to torment me. For this, and a few other reasons, he is now my former. Yeah, back then I was guilty of playing Coldplay way too much, but that doesn't warrant a Rush retribution. It just doesn't.
Friday, January 4, 2013
In my head today...
My dog's breath smells like fish food sometimes, which makes me remember feeding my carnival-won goldfish as a child. Good memory, not so good smell.
Ben Kingsley is a sexy old actor, especially if he's bald. It's true - watch Elegy and tell me he doesn't get you hot. If you're a straight guy, Penelope Cruz is in the movie so you'll have something to watch. It also has one of the loveliest soundtracks.
There's a lot to be said for the body's ability to heal itself. The same goes for a hot bath. And cheese toasties.
I heard this in a film - when someone is getting on your nerves or you just can't stand them, pretend they are drunk. It then becomes a pity thing, and they become tolerable. So far, it works.
I hate it when my favorite soft, snuggly socks get holes in the toes. Sewing them doesn't help, because you can feel the repair and the soft, snuggly feeling isn't there.
Ben Kingsley is a sexy old actor, especially if he's bald. It's true - watch Elegy and tell me he doesn't get you hot. If you're a straight guy, Penelope Cruz is in the movie so you'll have something to watch. It also has one of the loveliest soundtracks.
There's a lot to be said for the body's ability to heal itself. The same goes for a hot bath. And cheese toasties.
I heard this in a film - when someone is getting on your nerves or you just can't stand them, pretend they are drunk. It then becomes a pity thing, and they become tolerable. So far, it works.
I hate it when my favorite soft, snuggly socks get holes in the toes. Sewing them doesn't help, because you can feel the repair and the soft, snuggly feeling isn't there.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Chill, chums & chapped ass
For part of my two-week vacation, I really wanted some down-time away, doing a whole lot of nothing.
K & I decided to rent a big 'ol cabin away from it all. We found one a couple hours outside of STL that overlooked a river and *BONUS* had a hot tub (foreshadowing).
The pics on the website looked splendid. We were stoked.
With the car loaded up with supplies, we headed out to our holiday getaway.
We took a short detour on the way down and stopped in for lunch at my fave diner, Wimpy's. Pulled up tight to the counter and enjoyed a cheeseburger, fries and Sundrop. Delish.
Once at the cabin, we unloaded and decided to go out to explore the surrounding countryside. We picked up a couple bottles of vino at a winery and headed to a state park to take in the loveliness.
K got some fish food and had fun watching the trout swarm, much like pirhana in the movies...
We then stopped at a few country stores on the way back for firewood and accoutrements. In this particular neck of the woods, they keep their Civil War hats right next to the Jolly Ranchers near the register. Tasty boom.
Once back at the cabin, we met the owner and Teddy, one of his many dogs. She was very chummy (Teddy the dog, not the owner) and ended up spending the night on our couch. This is us, snuggling up in the morning.
When we got back from the park, we went out back to check on the hot tub. It was turned on, cleaned, and the bubbles were going. Seems that it was ready for use, and who were we to say no? It looked so inviting. Little did we know....evil lurked just beneath the surface.
It was freezing out, but with the bubbles in and out of the tub, we didn't feel it. We turned the music up, kept the beverages coming and hung out for hours.
After a while I got out to get another bottle of something, and once inside the cabin my skin started to prickle with pain. I immediately thought I was having an allergic reaction to the chlorine. But then I started to notice that I was only feeling the pain in the areas that came in direct contact with the interior surface of the hot tub.
The longer I was out of the hot tub, the worse it felt. I ran outside and told K to get out of the tub. He did, and started to experience the same thing I did.
When we had first gotten in, we noticed that the surface of the hot tub under the water didn't feel as smooth as the part above the water line, and we chalked it up to the owners using some sort of non-slip treatment.
Yeah. Right.
When you're really looking forward to something, you tend to make inane excuses or look past the obvious.
We were up for most of the night. Think of the pain you felt from your worst sunburn ever. That's what this felt like. Good thing I had packed individual baggies of ice to fill up the cooler, because we used them to help numb the areas that hurt the worst.
It was beyond ridiculous. It was almost comical.
The next morning it was better - no more pain, just tenderness. We laughed about it and ended up taking a short walk down to the river to explore, and then up to the tracks. Teddy went with us - she was a very polite hostess.
We packed up, headed out and decided last minute to try the local flavor for breakfast and had pancakes and french toast at the new truck stop outside of town. Kind of a greezy, good reward for the suffering we went through.
I called my best guy friend, Bri, who's a smarty when it comes to anything electric, wooden or mechanical. He laughed when I told him of our travails, and had the answer immediately. The hot tub's epoxy coating had worn down, and what we were sitting on was unprotected fiberglass.
We had thousands of tiny cuts from tiny shards of fiberglass.
Oy.
It was good to know, but also disturbing.
It was nice to get away...already planning a "do over" excursion. This time, there will be no hot tub.
Nope. No way.
But it is on my wish list for owning one someday.
K & I decided to rent a big 'ol cabin away from it all. We found one a couple hours outside of STL that overlooked a river and *BONUS* had a hot tub (foreshadowing).
The pics on the website looked splendid. We were stoked.
With the car loaded up with supplies, we headed out to our holiday getaway.
We took a short detour on the way down and stopped in for lunch at my fave diner, Wimpy's. Pulled up tight to the counter and enjoyed a cheeseburger, fries and Sundrop. Delish.
Once at the cabin, we unloaded and decided to go out to explore the surrounding countryside. We picked up a couple bottles of vino at a winery and headed to a state park to take in the loveliness.
K got some fish food and had fun watching the trout swarm, much like pirhana in the movies...
We then stopped at a few country stores on the way back for firewood and accoutrements. In this particular neck of the woods, they keep their Civil War hats right next to the Jolly Ranchers near the register. Tasty boom.
Once back at the cabin, we met the owner and Teddy, one of his many dogs. She was very chummy (Teddy the dog, not the owner) and ended up spending the night on our couch. This is us, snuggling up in the morning.
When we got back from the park, we went out back to check on the hot tub. It was turned on, cleaned, and the bubbles were going. Seems that it was ready for use, and who were we to say no? It looked so inviting. Little did we know....evil lurked just beneath the surface.
It was freezing out, but with the bubbles in and out of the tub, we didn't feel it. We turned the music up, kept the beverages coming and hung out for hours.
After a while I got out to get another bottle of something, and once inside the cabin my skin started to prickle with pain. I immediately thought I was having an allergic reaction to the chlorine. But then I started to notice that I was only feeling the pain in the areas that came in direct contact with the interior surface of the hot tub.
The longer I was out of the hot tub, the worse it felt. I ran outside and told K to get out of the tub. He did, and started to experience the same thing I did.
When we had first gotten in, we noticed that the surface of the hot tub under the water didn't feel as smooth as the part above the water line, and we chalked it up to the owners using some sort of non-slip treatment.
Yeah. Right.
When you're really looking forward to something, you tend to make inane excuses or look past the obvious.
We were up for most of the night. Think of the pain you felt from your worst sunburn ever. That's what this felt like. Good thing I had packed individual baggies of ice to fill up the cooler, because we used them to help numb the areas that hurt the worst.
It was beyond ridiculous. It was almost comical.
The next morning it was better - no more pain, just tenderness. We laughed about it and ended up taking a short walk down to the river to explore, and then up to the tracks. Teddy went with us - she was a very polite hostess.
We packed up, headed out and decided last minute to try the local flavor for breakfast and had pancakes and french toast at the new truck stop outside of town. Kind of a greezy, good reward for the suffering we went through.
I called my best guy friend, Bri, who's a smarty when it comes to anything electric, wooden or mechanical. He laughed when I told him of our travails, and had the answer immediately. The hot tub's epoxy coating had worn down, and what we were sitting on was unprotected fiberglass.
We had thousands of tiny cuts from tiny shards of fiberglass.
Oy.
It was good to know, but also disturbing.
It was nice to get away...already planning a "do over" excursion. This time, there will be no hot tub.
Nope. No way.
But it is on my wish list for owning one someday.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Sad/True
Sad that there have been so many acts of gun violence of late that require video instruction on what we should do to save ourselves and others.
True - same as above.
As far as instructional videos go, I think this one is very well done. I appreciate that they addressed characters that could hinder your escape or hiding, because not everyone will react calm and decisively. I'd like to think I'd be all super-commando, getting myself out safely and helping others, but who really knows, right?
Big kudos to Spencer Collier of the Alabama Department of Homeland Security for putting this out there. I see on YouTube that Houston has done the same thing. Every state should...perhaps that's in the works.
True - same as above.
As far as instructional videos go, I think this one is very well done. I appreciate that they addressed characters that could hinder your escape or hiding, because not everyone will react calm and decisively. I'd like to think I'd be all super-commando, getting myself out safely and helping others, but who really knows, right?
Big kudos to Spencer Collier of the Alabama Department of Homeland Security for putting this out there. I see on YouTube that Houston has done the same thing. Every state should...perhaps that's in the works.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
See ya
I'm so thankful that 2012 is over.
Let 2013 be easier, happier, for all of us.
The first song I heard this year, in the wee hours of the morning, was "Fix You" by Coldplay.
That was beyond rad.
It's mine. Ain't giving it back to no one, nevah.
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