Monday, September 08, 2008

Do I dare?!?!?!

Karin will say, H-E-double hockey sticks Yes, you do! What am I talking about? I'm talking about setting a goal for my fitness. I'm talking about the...
2009 Kortelopet, Saturday, Feb. 21, Near Cable and Hayward, WI

The 2009 23K race starts in waves along with the Birkie skiers on Saturday, February 21st, at 8:30 a.m. Skiers must choose between Free Technique or Classic Technique when registering. At the 9K point, the Kortelopet will enter its own trail and ski to a finish line at Telemark Resort. Registration is available on line or by downloading the registration form. You may also contact the Birkie office for registration information.

Am I nuts?!?!
This, dear readers, is something I have yet to determine. I was going to get my bottom back into rollerblading in a big way this year. Somehow, that never happened. Getting my bottom into skiing will really depend on how much snow, and how soon we get it. But. 23K. I can do that. It's only what...14.3 miles? Easy! (Ok, not really.) I am WAY not in shape to do that. But...I could be! It would give me a goal, something to strive for. It would make Karin happy, because she swore she wasn't doing another one without me, or someone else to ski with her. It would make me happy, because it's something I want to try. But, I have to decide now. Because I need to be able to freestyle ski 14.3 miles in 5 months. That means starting to train NOW. Crap.

Karin, are we REALLY Reeeally thinking about doing this?!?!

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Perhaps I can use this excuse?!

According to this report, having many ear infections as a child can lead to obesity.

Summary: Chronic ear infections may alter children's sense of taste and lead them to prefer fatty, sweet foods and eventually gain weight, according to several recent studies on the subject. In one study, preschoolers who had a history of severe ear infections ate fewer vegetables and more sweets, and tended to weigh more. In another study, adults who had moderate to severe ear infections in the past were 62 percent more likely to be obese than those without ear infections.

So, can I blame my current midsection and derriere on the fact that I had terrible ear infections as a child?? While I do believe the study conclusion that middle ear damage can cause a shift in taste, "A tonsillectomy may damage one of the nerves that carry taste information. In addition, ear infections can also alter taste. Altering taste does have an effect on the preferences for food," I am still skeptical. Really, this sounds like an interesting manipulation of the data. 1. Almost everyone I know would prefer to eat chocolate to broccoli...(Trevor is my exception in this). 2. Parents control what children eat, or should. Just because a child prefers fatty, sweet foods does NOT mean that a parent should indulge them in excess.

Another study conclusion: "Surprisingly, we found that the single best predictor of body weight was not how much saturated fat they took in and not how often they ate high-fat foods, but was how much they liked high-fat and sweet foods" To this I say, um? Are they wishing themselves fat? Do the children like the food so much they become, like in Willy Wonka, a personification of those desires?!

Tricia's Discussion: Having not seen the data, I can't say what statistics were played with. However. 1. Tricia had many nasty ear infections as a child. 2. Tricia did not suffer from childhood obesity. Tricia's parents also forced her to eat homemade meals most of the time, and did not pack sweets in her lunches very often. 3. Tricia does prefer fatty, sweet foods, but knows many others who did not suffer ear infections who also do. 4. Tricia is, by the BMI definition, overweight and bordering on obese. 5. Tricia lives a busy lifestyle, where she sits all day at work, has many after work activities, and has fallen into the habit of poor eating.

Conclusions: An interesting study, and interesting results. Anyone saying they are obese because of ear infections, however, is finding a convenient excuse. For example, I don't have to eat the truffles at my desk, but I'm going to. I just try to only have one a day, and only on days when i haven't had other excessive amounts of sweets or fatty foods. I had salad for lunch today, err-go I get a truffle as a treat! Everything in moderation, that's what I say.


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Go Slow? What was that again?!

My plan was to start slow. I did that. It's been a whole month and I've been building. I've not had softball for a while. I've been swimming and golfing, with the occasional 'other cardio' added in. This week I decided to add to my 'go slow, build yourself up' mantra by restarting the Couch to 5K running program. This week I warm up for 5 minutes at a brisk walk, then I alternate run 60 sec/ walk 90 sec for 20 minutes, then I cool down 5 min, for a total of a 30 min workout. Monday, that was more than enough. I was still a tomato-face when I arrived home. (Yes, tomato-face. My little face turns the beet/tomato red and stays that way at least 30 minutes after I run.)

Today, I went to the Y after work again. I was tired, and a bit crabby, and a bit hungry. I did not want to work out. But, I'm sticking to this! So, in I went. I changed clothes and limped upstairs. Limped, because I apparently ran yesterday for my 60 second blocks faster than I usually do, so was suffering a shin-splint in my left leg. I did my 5 min brisk a bit less briskly than yesterday. Up to when my heartrate monitor registered 5 minutes of workout, I wasn't even sure I was going to run. But, the timer turned 5:00 and I started. I think I must have wanted it done, because I was going even faster than yesterday. We're talking 8:30, 9 min mile pace. (Way WAY under my typical 10-11 min mile)...(Also this is ONLY one minute at a time, that, I can do.) I did relatively well, but I didn't count how many laps I did, so I have no clue on the miles. My guess, somewhere around 2.5.

During my cool down I walked over to the studio where classes happen. I saw they were doing family Drums Alive (take excerize ball, put on upside down stair risers, hit with drum sticks and work out to music). It was in 10 minutes. I decided I'd only been there for 40 minutes, and it wasn't dinner time yet, I could stay. It was, after all, family Drums...it couldn't be too hard.! It wasn't too hard, though I did get some sweat going, and it was terribly fun to watch the kids play drumming! I was ready to go home. Really I was. I had been working out for 1:40:00. Time to leave....but then, a lady I met in class mentioned she was staying for Zumba. I say, 'What's that' and the instructor we'd just had explains. Ooh, sounds cool...so I stay.

Zumba is a salsa/hip hop/dance/aerobics explosion of effort. Similar to Step class, I usually am a bit off the routine. But, it was great fun. I even survived the 6 minutes of squats at the end. I left and came home after working out for almost 3 hours and over 1500 calories burned.

Now, I HURT! Literally, I am afraid to get off the couch because I don't want to TRY to move :P I see the stairs, and they are doing the nightmare-get-longer thing. The problem is, I want some rhubarb pie, and it's upstairs, so I have to go up, get it, and come back down to finish watching the Twins/Olympics (back and forth...must watch Mr Phelps swim for gold and the gymnastics along with the Twins trying to win against the Yankees)...

They are still both going, but I can not. No more gas. I'm going to bed. Good night.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Milestones...Mile Post

I did it! Today, I have done something I don't think I've ever done before. I have swam (swum?) one mile! I started with a 600 yard warm up. Then I did 10 50yd somethings that hurt...where you start by swimming slow but then speed up. then there were 400 kick-swim,swim-kicks. And a few other things in there...some practice backstroke (I think 200 yds of that) and some cool downs between...At any rate, I did one whole mile. I think I'll be sore tomorrow.

The scale is slowly acknowledging my hard work. this morning when I stepped onto it, it showed almost 6.5 lbs of progress. This changes, of course, day to day...but I've had over a week of showing better than 5lbs of progress...which is encouraging.

I also managed my 12 times to the y last month, even with being gone and occupied on some weekend days. I have been there 2 times so far, and it's the 4th. Tomorrow, at long last, I'll go back to the climbing gym.

The only problem with leading an active lifestyle, and working 9 hours a day, is that by the time I go to work, come home, make supper, clean up after supper, go to the gym, come home, have a glass of Kool-Aid, and read the news online, it's bedtime. This leaves no time for chatting with friends, cleaning my house, reading a book, etc. A bit troublesome...

I think the next step (although it will take probably til the end of the year) in this grand scheme of mine will be: find the balance. I'd write more on that tonight...but as you can see in above paragraph(s), I've done a lot today, and I'm beat. I am going to practice a side-step...called going-to-bed-at-a-reasonable-hour-and-having-a-full-night's-sleep. 8 hours of sleep?! Well, I might just get that, even! Goodnight, everyone.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Memorial

This weekend was the memorial for my uncle, my dad's brother. It was a good time. "What?" you ask. A good time? How is a memorial a good time... It was a good time because it was a celebration of his life, and a bringing together of family. We shared stories, shed tears, drank a few beers (cept me, I don't like beer...I had 'real' soda instead). We made fire, and I went mini golfing with some of my cousins. I saw some relatives I haven't seen in perhaps 10 years, some I'd just seen for July 4th. All in all, a pleasant experience.

It was also a good time because I rode my motorcycle there and back. It took about 6 hours each way, but it was nice. The wind on my face (not in my hair because I had a helmet on), with time to just ride, reflect, think.

The only downside to the trip was the copious amounts of food. I always eat way too much when I'm home. I'll just have to work doubly hard this week to keep on track.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Plodding Ahead

We've almost reached one month into this little crusade for better well being. I signed up for the Y on June 30. As of today I will have gone 10 times (though only 9 this month). I need to go 3 more times (not counting today) to reach my 12 times per month. T/W/Th next week you will know where I'll be.

I bought that bathroom scale right before joining the Y. I stepped on it. Yes, and I keep stepping on it. Slowly, ever so slowly, the numbers associated with my mass have diminished. I have almost reached that magical 5 lbs gone. It's not the end, it's barely even a beginning. I don't notice it upon my frame. Still, I'm below the number that scared the crap out of me. I'm back in the range of numbers where I started - two years ago - to 'get in shape'. Yes, the sine wave of my mass is almost exactly the same as it was 2 years ago. I have been up to 15 lbs lighter, and up to 5 lbs heavier in that time. I think it's time to work on staying the course.

Still, the gradual decline in mass is heartening. And, even though it's a small number, it's a maintainable one. I read that about 1 lb per week is a maintainable weight loss. I'm about there. This means, of course that it won't be until Thanksgiving time that I will be near where my goal is. Right before the holidays - but I like a challenge.

So, tonight I'll go to the Y, again. It gets easier, and it will be easier to make my 12 times when 3 nights a week aren't eaten by other sports. Maybe I'll soon be able to run more than 1/2 mile before collapsing. Right now, I swim, walk quickly, and play on exercise machinery. That's enough, for now. I'll just keep plodding ahead, making tiny, reachable goals.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Tornados and Monster Maples

I had a bad dream last night. It came in two parts. In the first part, I was at the electrical station - which is where I worked? but I could see a Tornado coming towards town. Apparently this place I worked was up on a hill. I watched the tornado destroy half the town, and half my plant, and then it went away.

Second part, I had to landscape my? house, but it wasn't where I live now. The front yard I had designed to be a gorgeous wildflower garden, with paths and arbors and such. I was going to put my turf in the backyard. But, when I got to the back yard, only a little turf was growing! There was giant maple tree back there, the trunk had to be 3 ft in diameter (yet you couldn't see it over the house...from the front) and the root system was all above ground and nothing would grow around it. And then, there was a small patch of grass just outside the patio that was overgrown.

What in the world?! Well...in the storm yesterday we lost power at our house for 2.5 hours during the day, and then again for 2.5 hours in the evening. And I'm taking a landscaping class. I see where the dreams came from, but wow! I woke up more tired than I went to bed. Not Cool.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Landscaping is fun, you get to play with protractors!

I love gardening. Lots of people know this. I name my plants. I try not to name the ones in the garden...because I'll be eating them. But the house plants have names. So when the announcement for the Landscaping for Homeowners class came in my Northern Gardener magazine, I jumped on it. Trevor also signed up.

We took the first class (of three) this past Monday night. It was very informative. The same class (or a similar one) is taught at the U during a semester. Landscaping 101 - or some such. The only problem with a 15 week class crammed into 3?? The homework is also piled into three. Good thing I have this weekend off :P

This weekend our homework is to create a base plan, a bubble diagram, and a concept map of what we'd like our landscape to look like. This doesn't mean pick the plants. This means lay out where the trees and shrubs that are staying are, make a to-scale drawing of our plot (including house, driveway, outbuildings, etc), and show where we want turf, planted beds, walkways, and trees and shrubs, and etc. I'm excited....I'm also daunted. I have to decide what I want to keep, and what I feel will get ripped out. Not that we're going to get out the shovel and heave to this weekend, but...eventually, I'll have to say goodbye to some plants. I'll get new ones, but...it will be sad. We also have to decide what to do with the easement...do we plant it, do we put in ground cover, do we just mulch it? We have to get rid of the weeds.

Friday night is golf, then Saturday will be work on the homework, pull weeds, and finish pressure washing the deck. I also have to go to the Y twice this weekend. So, this weekend is mostly for the yard - let's hope the weather cooperates.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

12 Times a Month

I quit the gym at work. It was hard, because I like the people there. The program directors, those who run the classes, they are all nice. The facilities are nice too - although they could use more fans by the treadmills. It was only 18 dollars a month. So, why did I quit? I quit because I wasn't going. It wasn't even that I couldn't motivate myself to go, although to be honest it was much easier to go when I wasn't the only one going. It was more...I didn't want to be at work any longer than I had to. I didn't want to get up early and go before work...and I certainly don't have time after work with all the after work activities. They aren't open in my building on the weekends, and it's a rather long way to go work out when I can walk around my block for free.

Instead, I joined the 12 times a month crowd. I joined the YMCA. Why the 12 times a month? Because to get my discount from my health care provider, I have to at least sign in 12 times a month. For me, this equals doing SOMETHING active 12 times, as the Catholic girl guilt would get me if I tried to just swipe and leave. Looking at my calendar (and excluding softball and golf) 12 times is 12 times more than I've been going lately. This month I think I have 5 times in...so I had better get on the wagon and get there more in the second half of the month.

That 5 times means I am doing something I haven't in a long time...swimming! And not the swimming that I used to do either. This is far more arduous. I am having Trevor teach me to lap swim for real, and actually pushing myself. I did kick board for 300 yds, and my little legs were jello after! Thankfully, they got better. My biggest challenge with the swimming...OK, two challenges: 1. Finding goggles that don't leak when I do flip-turns. (so far, the Junior sized Speedos are better than the reg sized, but I still have to adjust every 50 to 100 yrs or so.) 2. Breathing only when above the water. Seriously! I have a bad habit of beginning the breath before arriving at surface of water. My lungs have not yet adapted to breathing water. This usually requires me to stop where I am in the lap, cough a bunch, alarm the nice lifeguards, and then continue to catch up on what I was doing. I'm sure I'll get better. (though whether I mean at drinking the pool or swimming I'm not certain!)

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Start Small, and The Blog Itself

As I mentioned in my last post, I intend to start now with changes to myself and my lifestyle. No more putting it off. I've also learned, though past experience, that I have a Very Hard Time starting something slow. This tends to be a problem because I burn out and quit. For example: I say "I'm going to start exercising more" and proceed to go out and roller blade 20 miles; not 5 or 6 (which isn't far for me as I like to skate long distances), but 20. Or, "I'm going to start running again" and I go out and run 3 miles as fast as I can (which is a long distance for me because I hate running). Then, tired, frustrated at my inability to do well, and fed up...I stop.

Goal 1: Start Small.

It may not seem like a hard concept. Staring small, take a small bite of the pie, and work my way up. For me, though, it's extremely hard. I am not a patient person (and admitting that to myself has taken 27 years). I like things done NOW! I like and hate knitting for that very reason. I love that you see the instant gratification. Finish row of knitting, can see row of knitting. I hate it because you still have 200 more rows of knitting before you can see the final project. The same is true for me of working out, and trying to 'get in shape'. I go to the gym, I work out, I 'feel the burn', but I still have a whole lot more of this before I see the end result. It's worse on working out and etc, because it shouldn't just be a 'lose 10 lbs' or 'one year' goal...it should be a change of lifestyle and an 'always thing'. So. Very. Hard.

So, Goal number one for me is to Start Small. Make a small change, work at small change, when it becomes a habit, move on to the next small change. Also, as part of this, I will be prioritizing the changes, and listing them as 'easier' and 'ouch'. Easier, relatively, of course is something like take my vitamin every day. 'Ouch' are the changes in habit of diet and exercise because, face it...I love food.

Goal 2: The Blog Itself

"What does that mean?" you ask. I am the type of person who can work out by herself. I can make goals. Really. But, I am also the kind of person who will allow herself to cheat. If I don't hold myself accountable, somehow, I will do 9 situps instead of 10. I will skip a day if I 'just don't feel like it', I'll find myself eating that extra snack. I know the only one I'm cheating is me. But that little sentence does nothing to stop it. I'm hoping 'the blog itself' will help with that accountability....I do not intend to be using this space as a 'look at me, look at me! lookey how cool I am.' place. Nor do I intend to hurt anyones feelings if the topic I am discussing seems to...strike home. This is something to help me stay accountable to myself. If you have advise, encouragement, constructive critism, want to play along, that's awsome!! It's always more fun when you are not in this kind of endeavor alone. I also realize that other peoples methods and goals are going to be different than mine. That is cool too. :P (Here ends the 'disclaimer' part of this blog). I mentioned a few posts ago that the reason 'whimsical doodles' has a new look and new name is because it had outgrown its original purpose, and that is true. "the blog itself" is the other reason for the new name and new look. I am not forgetting about the path behind (some parts of it are circular and I'll find myself on them again and again), which is why I didn't sunset Whimsical Doodles.

Originally, I was all gung ho to start a new blog, even a new webpage about life changes and fitness goals and using it to keep myself accountable. (See goal number 1). I sat down to create the blog for it, and...NO TITLE would come to my mind (Recall with Blogger one starts with title and description). I had a few ideas, but they all sounded - wrong - after some thought. Then, when I was finally frustrated enough to stop and think...the idea of changing my current blog came to mind and the process went smoothly. At first I didn't even think about why. I just thanked my lucky stars and got to work. The title - there it was, I found a template that didnt' completely irritate me (although it has some quirks I want to be rid of), I had a new description, found some pictures, and away I went. Then I thought about it. The reason I had trouble with creating a new web page/blog was because it was too big a chunk. I was falling into old traps. (DUH! - but I'm not always the brightest when it comes to my own foibles.)

Originally, I had drafted the first post in my mind, and thought - hey, others might want to join me, I can even make it editable by many people, and we can all use it.... It may get there, someday. Maybe people who read this will like the idea and want to jump on board. We can be like a writing group or book club, except we're clubbing our life changes. Maybe we'll have a website where we each have our own personal blogs linked instead, or maybe we'll have a community elsewhere. I have no idea. But the point is, that wasn't where this needed to start. I was starting in the middle, not at the beginning. I was wanting to be done before I had begun.

I can see that Goal 1 is going to be an 'ouch', but for me, it's a life lesson, one of the quinteciential building blocks of my path...I have found a wa yto help me with my goals, and my path...this, the blog itself. Now, I'll just have to tag this post and reread it often so I don't lose myself on some of those lovely circular paths I have mentioned.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

On Scales, Mirrors, and Notes-To-Self

I made a huge mistake. What did I do? I stepped on a scale. “Big deal!” you say, reader? Well, it was rather a shock to notice the numbers continued past their time honored end point to a number I have never before associated with my own mass. I stepped down. I checked the zero/tare of the scale; I stepped back up. The same number stared back at me. For the sake of science, I participated in a third trial. Yup – there it was again. The precision of that scale was marvelous! I wasn’t sure about the accuracy though, so I went to find another measuring instrument. The result was similar to the first scale. This scale, too, has marvelous precision. My self esteem could not handle repeating the experiment a third time, on yet another scale.

This caused me to take a long hard look at myself in the mirror. Mirrors are funny things, for though they create a reflection of you, a mirror-image, the way you perceive that image depends on many factors. Are you in a good mood that day? Is the lighting good? Is the mirror surface dirty or flawed in any way? What did you have for dinner that evening (this is a confounding factor). The image that stared back at me was not the image I would have liked to see. I have been grumping at said image for quite a while. Months have passed where I have perused my person after a shower and made a mental note to ‘do more sit-ups’ or ‘attend to my posterior’. Said mental notes tend to fly out of the brain the second the clothes are donned. For you see, the clothing that I have owned for the last few years still fits. It’s stretched with my own image. It’s old, and wearing. As I sit in the chair and write this, though, I notice the bulges on my tummy that used to not be there (or not as prominent, anyway). Yes, the clothes still fit, but not as well.

The scale and the mirror are in agreement, something is changing. Perhaps that change isn’t rapid, and that is probably the worst part. These changes have been sneaking up on me with every meal eaten out, every day of missed or neglected exercise, and each forgotten a-for-mentioned note-to-self. I need to do something about the scale, and the clothes, and the mirror. And I intend to start now.

The Path Forward...

Where did Whimsical Doodles go? They are still here, the website for the blog didn't change - mostly because that would just confuse the crap out of everyone. However...I looked at my blog...my doodles haven't been so whimsical lately. In fact, most of my blog has been about life's little changes and challenges. The path I'm taking. So, it was time for a change. I had thought about starting a new blog, but that's always tricky. Then you have two to post too, and inevitably, one dies out. Besides, I didn't want to lose the posts on this blog, just...change direction a little.

So here you have it. Undoubtedly I'm not done tinkering, And even the template may change a few times until I'm happy with it, but for now...welcome to the path forward

Monday, July 07, 2008

Fire!

It was Fourth of July this weekend. Most people shoot off fireworks, have cook outs, watch parades. We light big fires!

Here is Trev w/ the pile. He helped my dad, uncle, and cousins make it. He got to light it. He's an Eagle Scout. It took one match.

The fire really got going, and then the wind picked up. If you look below the major flames in this picture, you can see the grass starting to burn. That was A Bad Thing. Trev, my dad, my uncle, and I got shovels and started thwacking grass fires. (Don't worry, they were little smolders.)

After the first major burn, the fire settled down some. Here it is impersonating a fire bird or phoenix.

We saw many animals in the fire and coals that night. Turtles, an eel, an anaconda, a human hand and shoe (shoe not truely an animal), an aligator (who got cut in half), etc.

The fire was still burning the next day. Only a few ashes left. For those who missed it, don't worry...we have plenty of wood left.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Frustrated.

I have energy today. Loads! I have ambition today. Not quite loads. I have things I. have. to. get. done. today. Lots!

I feel like I'm in a car with both it's front wheels in mud. I'm spinning my tires. RRR.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

No post in a month...

...And I was doing so well! Oh well. It's June! Whee. It's also Father's Day - so happy day of Father's to all you you male personages w/ children.

The garden is planted, the yard has been mown...three times. The mosquitos have hatched, much to my dismay. We're expecting a week of sun after two weeks of rain rain rain rain.

Yesterday Trevor and I went to the Minnesota Zoo . I've never been, but it was great fun. Here are a few pictures.



Butterfly on a flower in the butterfly garden.



















From the bird show













Also from the bird show



















These guys are just too cute!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

More Birdies!!!

I saw Orioles in my yard! Two of this this morning, and they were fighting over the really cool feeder I put out! It has a space for nectar, a space for grape jelly (that's their favorite in my backyard), and a place to skewer an orange half. They are so bright. They remind me of my car...

Also, the female cardinal has been hanging out in our yard.

We took a walk at the Ravine Park last night, and we saw a cardinal, a song sparrow, heard lots of chickadees, and birds I don't know, and saw many ravens. We also saw two skeletons. One, the front half of a deer including lower mandible, neck vertebrae and ribs. Second one, back vertibrae, pelvis and one leg. Maybe, but probably not two haves of the same animal. Leg still have fur on it, so did the lowerest part of the mandible (chin) on the other one. The rest was picked clean. The scientist in me enjoyed looking at them, I even poked at them with a stick!. I also saw lots of deer tracks, and two chipmunks fighting. It was a bit breezy, but a really nice walk otherwise. We'll have to make better use of that park in the future.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

The Poor Hairy!

Hairy Woodpecker, woe is you. You knew your feeder well. It sat upon my deck all winter, but this time it did move. I put it on the tree - just there! See, just down below. Yet you sit upon my deck and ponder, wherever did it go?
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I didn't mean to be so poetic, but there you have it. The hairy woodpecker was quite confused today, as I moved his feeder lower in the yard to make room for my herbs (in hanging baskets off the deck - easier to get too, and not as much a temptation for the rabbits). He hopped on the railing for a while (it's very funny to watch a woodpecker hop, they are very awkward), then tried to land on the pole holding the other feeders, but kept slipping. Finally, he gave up and flew away. I tried to point it out, but to no avail.

Birds I've seen this year so far: (in no particular order)
whitebreasted nuthatch
hairy woodpecker
downy woodpecker
red-bellied woodpecker
flicker
tree swallow (I think)
ruby crowned kinglet
yellow rumped warbler
bluebird
robin (X1000 at least, one is singing to me now)
house finch (again X1000)
purple finch
junco
goldfinch (also X1000)
chipping sparrow
song sparrow
house sparrow
morning dove
raven
crow
duck - mallard I believe
goose (buzzed the tower, decided that counted)
one I haven't identified yet (yesterday, at birdbath, have decided I need a better birdbook)

Birds I've seen at another home's feeder:
Blue Jay
Cardinal
red-breasted nuthatch

Birds I heard golfing:
Lots, I need to learn to identify bird calls

Birds I saw at Tartan Park, golfing or while playing softball:
Red winged blackbirds
barn swallows
turkey vultures
wild turkeys (taking off for flight, about the funniest thing I've seen in awhile)

Not a bad list. I'm going to keep adding to it.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Another Weekend, more work in the yard

It's the weekend. Lately that's meant yard work. Which is fine, really! I love being outside, especially right now, when there are no mosquitoes. There are ticks though, I had to brush two off me, and one off Trev. Still, even ticks can't dampen my appreciation for the weather we had today.

Yesterday was nice, too, but way windy. So I went to Chris's house and we knitted for a while. When I left there, Trev and I ran errands and we bought a bunch of things we needed, and a bunch of stuff we didn't (BAD me!). Today we woke to a gorgeous day. We had breakfast, filled two new birdie feeders - an oriole feeder and a hummingbird feeder, and hung them, then it was get to work time. We spent 6ish hours in the yard, listening to the twins game on the radio and having a fire to burn all the sticks we raked up. We cut branches and pulled weeds, and moved plants, and burned sticks.

For a break, we went to Menard's, where we bought a shiny new blue wheel barrow, 8 hanging plants, and a watering can, and three brand new (working!!!) lights for outside the garage. We stopped at Cub's garden store on the way home and bought herbs. I'll plant them tomorrow as I ran out of light tonight. Trev is, even now, outside in the dark with a headlamp making the garage lights go up. I'll go help in a bit, when it gets to the 'hold things while he wires' stage. Until then, I'll hide inside at the computer.

It's such a nice night, half of me wanted to build the fire back up and sit there for a few more hours. The other half of me is so dead tired from 7 hours of yard work that I know I'd fall asleep and perhaps fall into the fire! It's been a glorious day no matter what though, and I KNOW I'll sleep well tonight.

Monday, April 28, 2008

On another note:

My lunch today is brought to me by the color Orange. I have oranges, carrots, cheesz-its and a sandwhich (which thankfully isn't orange). Perhaps I'll have to have many green things tomorrow - for balance.
Arbor Day

Saturday was Arbor Day, so in the spirit of the theme, we brought home 2 new trees. Our Fair City had an Arbor Day event, and was handing out free maple trees (not little ones either, ours is as tall or taller than me! I'll measure tonight). They had parks and rec and garden club people there, and some others, and another tree vendor. So...we got our free tree, and bought one spruce tree, sized 4ish feet. It was snowing and winding on Saturday (SPRING! I want spring!) so we didn't plant them Saturday.

Sunday we had some shovel work to do before we could plant the trees. We had a dead tree last year, and had cut down most of him, but still had to remove the stump...oof! That involved breaking up all the roots, digging down below it, and trying to pull it out. After trying to lift the sucker, and un-stuck it from the ground, we decided to try something fun. I have now an SUV. We decided to try out the 'utility' function. So, using our climbers skills, we used anchor points in the back of the car and created an anchor to hook the webbing attached to the stump to. Then, I put my new car in first (I can choose the gear, it's not a manual...but I have some options), and she PULLED. Out came the stump! Tonight, we'll have to go buy a wheel barrow to carry the stump to the back yard. In the hole we created, we planted the spruce. In the back yard, we planted the maple. Today, I hurt.

Friday, April 25, 2008

In the spirit of sharing....

May I borrow someone's eyeballs?!?! Mine have a curious new tendency to burn, itch, and irritate. Every day for the last week, I reach a certain point in the day, and BAM! a flare up of the worst itching and burning you can imagine. I know it's allergies, but I'm taking the one-a-day meds, and the extra innings meds on top of it. AND using allergy eye drops 2x daily. Honestly. I'm not keen on taking MORE medicine.

Hopefully spring will spring soon enough and I'll just have the day to day pollens to worry about. So, if you happen to have a pet, I will NOT be visiting your abode for the next week or so, maybe more, until this is under control. No use provoking the beast.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

April Showers

...bring May flowers, and the return of allergy season, and the strong desire for a fire, a cup of tea, and a book....or a nap. Right now, I vote nap. Alas, not for a few more hours.

***EDIT***
I just heard on the radio that it may snow tomorrow night, leaving up to 1 inch of white stuff on the ground to wake me Saturday AM! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I am going to cry. I'm going to remove myself from my workstation to tear up in the Ladies. I'm going to have a tantrum and throw things - like hot water...as it's at hand. See above. Spring! SPRING SPRING SPRING, and FLOWERS! (Ok, I'll have my tantrum here instead.) I wanted to plant things on Saturday, not clean the house. Much more fun to make a mess outside than clean one inside. RRRRRRRRR.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Motorbike!

It's motorcycle season again! WHEEE! I rode mine to work this AM, my chin got a bit cold (from the wind rushing in up under my helmet), but otherwise no worries. I was amazed how quickly riding came back to me, after all - it's only my second season. It was like riding a bike....wait. Yeah.

Tomorrow it's supposed to rain, and storm, same w/ Friday. Saturday and Sunday have highs of 47....so probably this is the only day this week. But! I did get out in April.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Ouch!

Can I just say that I am not young enough to combine 2 hours softball practice with 4 hours gardening and not be sorry about it the next day?

I am very funny to watch, I'm sure, all hobbling around and such. Yet, I'm looking forward to attacking the last chunk of against-house landscaping that Trev and I didn't get to last night.

Oh, and my dad and Trevor cleaned our garage. It looks super-nifty!

Lastly, the ticks are out already...beware!

Saturday, April 19, 2008

I need a metal detector!!!

I have so many bobby pins in my hair, I may need a metal detector to get them all out! Probably not, but I also have enough hair spray in my hair to service an entire high school cheer leading squad! But, my hair is v. cute! I don't want to take it down, but I have to. It's starting to be itchy, and I have softball practive tomorrow.

Why is my hair so cute?? Because Karin got married this past weekend, and i got the Very Cute Hair so I could stand up next to her at her wedding. It was wonderful. I'll not steal her thunder by describing every little detail, but she looked happy and that's what matters.

Now, I just need to go visit the shower to wash the spray out of my hair. Whee.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Crisis of Conscience

I am having a day! It started last night. I went to bed and the second I lay down, I knew I was going to have an asthma/allergy attack. So I got up, took Rolaids and used my inhaler and lay back down. It's only a matter of time when I feel like that but I've learned to try to get a few hours sleep before they hit. I managed an hour. I then spent the next hour or so in the bathroom (sorry for the overshare, my allergy attacks usually manifest in a gastrointestinal fashion). The one downside to trying to sleep before such attacks is that I end up in a dreamlike state and can't quite shake the fog from my mind. So I spent one hour trying to decipher what I was thinking, why I was thinking it, and determine if it was 'real'.

When I went back to bed I had a dream. In my dream I kept trying to get to my PE/CIH/CSP professional certification exam (yes, I had to take all three at once!). It was only a 2 hour exam ('only' because you had only that long to cover a crap-load of material), and it was on the U's campus. I was at work, in my cafe, eating lunch and trying to figure out how I was going to get there by my appointed time of 12:30PM. Then, just as I had determined how, Hulk Hogan and Jessie Ventura entered the area. They were beginning an American Gladiators/WWE Smackdown spinoff and it was taking place in the cafeteria!! I was stuck. I missed my time, but managed to somehow get a new one assigned to me (2:30) and I was in the process of fighting my way to the test (now on campus in some woods?) when I awoke. Anxiety much?

My current crisis is this. I want to write. Yup - this second. I want to sit down and work on one of the two ideas swirling in my mind for novels. I have places to go on the one I've sent a few chapters out to certain people, and I have a starting point - I think, for the other one. The problem, I'm at work and it's just past lunchtime. After this blog, I'll have to go back to doing work things. This blog is writing, so it's satisfying some of the urge, but it's not what I wanted to write, so my Muse is still playing hopscotch in the back of my brain. The urge to write is so strong I feel it in my chest and it's hard to sit still. I have a meeting in 50 minutes, I have to prep for it, I don't have time for this to be interfering, but it's not going away.

The worst part - I don't think I'll have time to sit down and work on the writing until Sunday afternoon. Who knows if the Muse will be driving me then, or if I'll sit down and...nothing! Sometimes I hate having a day job. It's almost clockwork when I want to write, and it's always when I'm at work. Is it because I'm at work that I want to work on the writing, or is it just that the Muse speaks to me at that time of the day? I may have to do something drastic. I may have to see if I can start waking up early to write! (GASP!) My excersise (read team sports) tends to happen after work, and so does my relax/chill time, so those are probably not the best times to write - it's hard to find the foucs. I may have to start setting a bed time, setting an alarm, and writing in the morning the way some people work out. Maybe that will reduce this NEED I feel right now. Or perhaps, it would just make it worse.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Enough with the "Raised" threat level, already.

This weekend Trevor and I took a trip to see my brother in CO. To do this in a reasonable time frame (e.g. not taking more than 2 days off work), we flew. The troubles and adventures we have flying is enough to fill a book, not just this one blog, but let me vent for just one minute about the loud speaker announcements in airports.

"The threat level, as determined by the Department of Homeland Security, has been raised to orange....."

Oh??? The threat level hasn't been raised to orange, it's been orange for over a year. I think they could spend the few dollars to record a new message that rids of of the 'raised'. Or, get rid of the darned thing. What are they trying to accomplish by telling us every 5 minutes that our world is no longer safe, and that we are almost, but not quite, at a state of emergency?? We've had to take our shoes off, travel without water (unless we bring an empty bottle and fill it on the other side, or buy their ridiculously expensive drinks on the 'inside'), travel with small portioned sizes of our liquids and toiletries unless we want to check our baggage, and subject ourselves to random searches (that in my opinion are quite inadequate to actually find anything) for over one year. I have read numerous articles where random testing found that TSA did NOT catch bomb parts, even with the 'increased' security. I'm inclined to agree with the articles. All they have done is increase passenger stress, the time to prepare at the airport, the price of airline tickets, and the hassles of flying. They are driving people away from flying, and they wonder why airlines are going bankrupt?

I am not saying that we shouldn't be a vigilant people, especially in 'today's day and age', but I remember when flying was fun. I remember when you got dressed up to go on a plane. I remember the sense of adventure. All I see now when I look around the waiting area of the airport is the sense of impatience and barely contained disgust. People no longer fly because it's part of the adventure of vacation, but because their time has become so pressed they have no other alternative, and they don't like it.

I realize that security is important - I'm in the safety and health field, for goodness sake - but since when did security include distrust and veiled malice for all of our fellow man?

This threat level isn't "raised", this is maintained, and it's time they either did something to return flying to it's normal state of operations, or made permanent their changes and did away with the message. I don't see them ever going back to 'yellow' or 'green' so perhaps it's time they recalibrated their scale. What happens the next time some random attack happens, and we need to find a way to keep it from happening again? Will we endure 2 years of 'the threat level has been raised to red. Please collect all your baggage at the airport from the seperate plane it flew on, and you may not have ANY carry-on items without a doctor's note'? What happens when they raise the level to red, remove more of our constitutional freedoms, and something else happens? Will they invent Purple? Will they finally kill the airline industry? Will the airline industry use that as an excuse to raise prices, drive out the small fish, and create a monopoly similar to the 'oil crisis, war' and the current gas price?

Why not spend the millions and millions of dollars per year on permanent, updated, security measures. Why are we still relying on x-ray machines that are 30+ years old (in some airports), and human error for our safety? How much training do our luggage searchers and person inspectors have to take, anyway? Are they trained on the making of bombs and terrorism and materials that would be used? Are they taken through practice drills, or do they spend the hours that a detective or law enforcement individual would have to be able to watch an individual and match up key behaviors with the materials? No. We'd have to pay them far more if they had that level of skill.

You what to know my personal opinion? If flying stays the same 5 years from now as it is today (no other attacks, no extra security, and no going back to the way it was), we'll have one or two airlines, insane airfares, and people will go back to the old-fashioned road trip for vacation. I personally think that even though this is hurting the airlines, someone is benefiting too much from the way things have been changed to to ever go back. They feel these changes are 'for the good of the nation', 'we have to protect our citizens from all threats', when really, they are just padding their pockets or advancing their own agendas. Why is it that noone looks at airports as a business, trim the fat, innovate, fix the problems or close down.

This stupid 'raised to orange' gets my water hot every time I hear it, but I'll get off my soap-box now. thank you

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Weekend Winterland

BRRRRRRRRRRRR! Yes, it's That Cold Out. Or it was. They say that it will warm up this week, but who are they anyway. The Weather does what the Weather will, and who cares if this poor mortal is turning into a Tricia-sicle!

This weekend we spent a lot of time doing organizey stuff. It doesn't look like we did anything - well, one can notice the slip covers on the furniture downstairs, but other stuff is more internal, but necessary.

Today we had yummy brunch at Kozlak's to celebrate Trev's Grandma's B-day. Yummy. I ate enough for 3 or 4 breakfasts. I didn't eat again til just now, when I couldn't resist one cookie's worth of cookie dough. Yes, I know. I'm dieting... Oh well. One bad day off the wagon. I went to the grocer on Friday and got healthy lunching things. That, plus a cereal breakfast, plus healthy dinners and working out will help. Must. Continue. To. Be. Good. (Bleah)

So, really, it was and wasn't a boring weekend. I didn't want to go out and play on Saturday - I made dinner and we were deep in the house cleaning, and it was too cold. My car hates cold weather in her old age. I didn't want to get to the other side of town and not be able to get myself home again.

This week has much work and house cleaning still on the schedule. Boring, thy name is Tricia.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Pre-spring Cleaning

Last weekend the Christmas tree went outside in a flurry of needles. Well, more a torrential downpour of needles. We did manage to get the tree outside with some of it's needles still attached. Most ended up in the carpet. Note to self: Take down tree earlier next year.

With the tree gone the living room looks HUGE! (It's not really, it's rather a smallish room) We still need to remove the presents that have been occupying the space below the tree (they are now piled over by the railing). This weekend, however, we did solve part of the problem of 'what do we do with the space now?'. We bought a loveseat and chair. Now we have places to sit when people come to visit us, quaint, yes? Really - we had 6 seats before the tree - 3 on sofa, 3 on futon. We have 6 again, 3,2,1 - unless people get cozy with each other, then we can seat many more! But, more furniture than what we're getting would NOT be supported by the room. The part of the problem not solved is that of coffee table and lamps and etc. I think we'll wait for our furniture to be delivered this weekend and then see what the space calls for, rather than guessing. There are some tables I really like over at WorldMarket though....we may have to go look at those tonight just to see.

So, now Christmas is over, the cold has set in, and the tree is out. What to do next? Clean, of course. Cleaning always needs to happen in a house, it's a never ending cycle, but I have new things for my kitchen that I got for christmas that don't fit - this requires a kitchen reorg. And new furniture in the living room means we should clean up in there very good. And while we're at it, why not the whole house! Yah! WHEE! (nope, not really whee, but if I pretend really, really hard I might be able to find the motivation for all this work).

Oh, and then Sunday? SUPERBOWL! Not nearly as excited as if the Packers were playing - new mantra, Go Patriots. Yup, let them have their 19-0 season. Stupid Giants need squooshing anyway. Party at a friends house; friends, food, and football - the three F's...or something.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Burning the tree, and what do I do with the space now?

I think it's finally time to take down the Christmas tree in our living room. Really. It's not dropping all its needles yet, but it may get there sometime soon. It's still very pretty. So why do I want to take it down? Because it's time, and I want my living room back. Sometime this week, that means, I will have to box up the ornaments, take off the lights, fold up the skirt and find a way to get the tree down the stairs and out of the house without making too awful a mess with the remaining needles. That also means I will have to do something with the space in the living room...

When we decided to put the tree in the living room where others could view it from the window, it meant a bit of furniture rearrangement. We put the futon in the office (officially creating an extra guest bedroom), moved the new couch to a different wall, and brought the rocking chair up from downstairs. The tree, skirt, and various presents have occupied the rest of the room. The goal this week is to clean up from the holidays, store the holiday stuff, and then brainstorm what else I want to put in that room...I found some tables I really like at World Market, but they are $$$ and I really need more seating in there. Hrm.

Also, I'm tired and really just want to go home and read. Not productive when I have things I have to get done :) So, I'll take it a chunk at a time, and when we're all done, we'll burn the tree in the pit in the backyard, giving it an appropriate send off.

Monday, December 31, 2007

Drop the ball!

It's New Year's Eve, at least according to my calendar. It's half past 5, and I'm tired. Perhaps I should nap before heading out to tonight's festivities?? As per past year tradition, I will be spending the waning hours of the year with friends, at a friends house, playing games and watching movies and being generally silly and fun. There will be jibing, and joking, and telling of tales, and this year I'll even get that first kiss just after the bell tolls 12 (I certainly hope, anyway).

I promised to share some of my resolutions in the last post, so here they are:**
  • I resolve to keep my desk clean at work, and hide my spoon every night.
    (this is to prevent it from being 'cleaned up' and thus causing me to purloin a new spoon from the cafeteria)
  • I resolve to keep my bird feeders full and my feathered friends happy.
  • I resolve to make a budget for myself and the house, and stick to it (boring one this, but it has to be done).
  • I resolve to get. rid. of. the. ugly. grey. landscaping. rock! It's not really ugly, I just don't want it. Lance says he does, YAY!
  • I resolve to hang things on the walls of my house.
  • I resolve to clean and organize the shed and the garage, and to get rid of the washer, dryer, and range that are taking up space. (Anyone need an appliance? They are cheap for the asking!)
  • I resolve to spend many relaxing and enjoyable hours on my motorcycle in the nice, non- snowy/salty/sandy streeted months
  • I resolve to redo the landscaping and plant a veggie garden (this is a multi year resolution!)
  • I resolve to hit the softball to the green-grass!
  • I resolve to improve my golfing handicap.
  • I resolve to eat ice cream whenever possible (we all know that resolving to eat it less will NOT happen!)
  • I resolve to renew old frienships, make new ones, and treasure special times.
So, how's that for a list of New Year's resolutions?? I'll have to print those somewhere and put check marks next to them so I don't miss anything. (Yes, I'm a list girl... AND proud of it!)

Happy 2008 everyone. May blessings come your way, and happiness find you often!


**resolutions subject to change without notice, see Tricia for further details

Friday, December 28, 2007

Almost the New Year...

2008. I recall when 2000 was a landmark not yet reached, one where the world might end, where computers might crash and eat the worlds/banks moneys. I lived in WI then. I hadn't truly defined my career path, or myself. That auspicious year came and went, the world did not end nor did all computers and banks eat all the worlds money, and here we are 8 years later...

2007 held some major landmarks in my life.
  • I've had a 'permanent, real life, job' for the whole year, no mid semester break and no summer break. Only two weeks off for good behavior. Depressing, that last bit.
  • I bought my first house, and have enjoyed the triumphs and dismays of such. Painting, fun but I'll stick with the colors I now have for a while. Water, in the house? Where?! ...SUCK!
  • I finally own my own motorcycle, and have so far had a great time riding it, both to work and for fun rides, and for long distance rides (though a new seat for such long rides might be nice).
  • A solid, steady, loving relationship.
  • Bird Feeders!!! Yes, this is monumental.
  • First multi-pitch climb completed (and subsequent rappel.)
  • Skied the Canadian Rockies (and did not die, or break anything vital, and tried harder things than I thought I could do!)
So many other things happened to those close to me; friends have joined in marriage, other friends and relatives are expecting the birth of a wee one sometime next year, still other friends have met someone and fallen in love, and others are off having grand adventures elsewhere in the US/World.

I sat down last week to write my Christmas letter, which I still haven't mailed ...so it's now a Holiday letter, and tried to look back on all I'd done. I'm not amazed the time has flown, we've all filled our time admirably this last year.

I'm finishing up all those things at work that are needed before the end of the year, and it gets me to thinking about next year...both at work and home. What will next year bring? If it's anything like '07 I'll have to take time out to remember to breathe.

Sometimes I think I need to take a vacation day to just sleep and laze about and relax...but that never works out. I'm not sure I need more 'me' time, or more 'relaxing' time. I don't think that will happen. It would be nice to schedule in some quiet time now and again, but looking at the way my life (and that of my close friends) has been the last 2 to 3 years, I think from now until retirement, and maybe not even then, this is the pace we're forced to live at. You make of it what you will. I choose to go with the flow and make every change a positive one, somehow. It's hard, and maybe 'not right' that life has to move at such a rate, given how short a time we all have, but that's the way it is.

As far as 2008 resulutions, I have one - so far. I'll share that after the new year bell tolls. As for an outlook into the future, I'm working on that too. Today is simply to reminisce.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

More Christmas-y Stuff

Oof. Yes, oof. I could be Very Minnesotan and say Uff-da but 1. I'm not Minnesotan, and 2. I have no idea how to spell it. Still, it's been a long day no matter how you say/spell it. Work was crazy busy and I sat at my own desk for a grand total of 10 minutes today. Yup. I checked Voice Mail, looked about my desk, and went home at the end of the day.

Last night I put lights on the tree and my decorations. Trev still needs to put on his (he is doing this now). Tonight when I got home from work I helped put up our outside Christmas lights. BRRRRRRRRRR. They look GREAT though. A pick when I get my camera working again.

We're doing secret santa at work, so I had to find and wrap a white elephant present and also I am making gluten free lasagna in the slow cooker for our pot luck tomorrow.

I am very tired, but I still have to pack for GB and wrap presents for the fam, and also finish up w/ the lasagna. It's smells very good and I desire to eat it now, but must refrain myself. Perhaps later I will have the yummy yummy iced cream.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I had my time, now preparations galore

I had a lovely Thanksgiving, though I never wrote about it. There was a lot of driving, but I'm used to it.

We have had almost 10 inches of snow since Thanksgiving, and it looks like we'll have a White Christmas this year after all. YAY!

This past weekend my parents and aunt and uncle came to town, and we got a tree. It's not decorated yet...tonight!

The next two weekends I have to drive to Green Bay. This first weekend -my brother is graduating! Yay! Next weekend for Christmas.

I can't believe it's almost the end of the year - whee! Um. yeah. This is kinda a lame post, but I had to get something online as I hadn't posted for practically a month. Better posts later!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Give me just Three. More. Days, People!

What is it about American culture that always wants something faster, sooner, bigger, better, now? Take Christmas for example. What is supposed to be a religious holiday has turned into a commercial nightmare. I remember when you could shop for Christmas things starting December 1st. Now, it seems, the garlands and wreaths hit the shelves before the Halloween candy. Call me old fashioned, but I do NOT like mixing my holidays.

Case in point. Today I went to purchase my all-time favorite breakfast, a cinnamon chip scone, from the little coffee shop place at work. I arrived in time to have a warm scone, score for me! Unfortunately, my ears were assailed with "Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas". Now, if I choose to listen to Christmas music out of season, that is one thing. To have it forced upon my unsuspecting ears, right when I was thinking of turkey and cranberry sauce (or rather my cinnamon chip scone) was not the wake up call I was looking for.

Would it be too much to ask to celebrate Thanksgiving on time, and leave Christmas to start on that maddening 'I'm stuffed so now I need to fight with supermom, hyper-kid, and the entire planet for one of 10 super-sale TVs left in the store because I have no football to watch' day? After this Thursday, inundate my ears w/ carols, I will be putting up my own lights and buying my own tree and breaking out the Mannheim Steamroller.

But right now, let me think fondly on family and friends and too much food, and my short work week. Thank you.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

My house smells like sawdust.

First of all, is anyone else annoyed by the christmas shopping commercials that are already happening??!?

My house smells like sawdust. We have just finished installing a door. Oof. I was going to write more, but I was interrupted to help finish the door and now it's midnight. I'll have to write more later.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Weekend Trip

This weekend Trev and I drove to my parent's place to celebrate my mom's birthday. It was a nice weekend, but it went too quickly. We drove back today after having lunch with family friends. A high note - we went to the ski swap, and I learned more about the shape skies. Then I found a very cute hat, and I bought it. A low note - I hate allergies. Enough said.

Today there was no Packers game again, because they play Monday night. It was Ok though, as we were driving during much of the football games. Instead on the way there and the way back I knitted. I finished one project and started my afghan. It's a whole 3.5 inches long. (It will be 94...) Yup, I have a long way to go.

Boring post, I know, but it was a nice weekend. Also, I had crazy dreams but I can't remember enough of them to post them. I'll try to recall. Now I'm going to see if the Rockies can come from behind and force a game 5 in the World Series...

Update: Poo.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Sunday Sunday

And no Packers game to watch :( What's a girl to do? She tried to sleep in late, but was awake at 10, and gave up on the sleeping in about 10:15. She then decided to clean and cook. Yup - I've cleaned and cooked all day. (Of course, cooking has entailed putting things in crock pot and then being tantalized by the nice smells all afternoon.) I have cleaned a good portion of my house. The office!? No. The office is the one room that is still bothering the heck out of me, but it's not the deceptively small project it looks to be. I have to organize. Yes, that is the scary bit. So, I wait and hope that it doesn't bother me so bad that I start and get halfway done and then stop.

What I really need is a (weekend) blizzard. Yup - you read right. Something that will make me stay inside, and then I can clean and organize to my hearts content. Because I know that if I start in the office, then I'll organize all the closets, which will lead to organizing and sorting the understair storage, which will lead to the garage (maybe not a blizzard for that part) and then eventually the shed.

For now, I'm going to get a snack so I don't eat all the food in the crockpot before dinner, and then perhaps do some writing or play a game. Yay for breaktime!

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Adventures in Dreamland

I had an interesting night while sleeping last night. It started before I could go to sleep. I went to bed, curled up intending to fall straight to sleep (we all know how well that works...) and promptly felt sick. It was the beginning of a allergy/asthma/anxiety attack (not sure which, but they all have the same symptoms...tummy ache, then tummy discomfort leading to sickness, then no ability to breath, then chills, then tiredness - which I can usually not fall back asleep because of the inhaler I've used). So, I waited in the warm bed as long as I could, the got out, got cold, took care of attack, and went back to bed.I finally got back to bed - over an hour later than I had started - and I lay there trying to sleep. I don't know how much later it was, but I had the strangest dreams.

My dream started with me knowing I had to go get something from Lambeau Field. I don't know now what it was, only that it was small enough to go in my pocket, extremely important, and it was my job to break it and get it from the bad guy who was there keeping it. In order to do this I had to go through the Country Club. Whose, I have no idea. But I snuck in through some lady's subterranean office. Then, on the theory that if I acted like I was supposed to be there, noone would stop me, I walked right out onto the golf course and walked up the cart path all the way to Lambeau. Don't ask me bow the Stadium and the Country Club were connected, they just were. I went into the stadium, onto the field, and sat on the sidelines watching the game. I then explained to the kicker the strategies of kicking the ball through the uprights....believe me, this wasn't your normal strategy. It involved math, and some sort of device on the side lines...I went over to Mr. Favre, asked for the game ball (why he had it during the game when the other team's offense was on the field is also beyond me). I then used said game ball in some form of experiment in which the other players jerseys turned bright pink. I decided that was the cue to get what I came for, and left promptly.

Then came the fun part, going back through the Country Club in order to get the object (whatever it was) safetly to wherever I was taking it. (strange what details a dream keeps in and out). I walked through the golf course OK, and picked up a partner along the way. I don't know who, but I kept explaining we had to act casual, and then noone would suspect us. (this statement comes into play later as well). We went into the club house, down the stairs and into the pool room (the game, not the water). There were Gladiators there. Not the nice, Roman kind, but the 80's American Gameshow kind. One of the chicks was very built, with blonde hair, and a pool cue. She was about to shoot. I nodded at her as though I belonged and continued - taking particular care not to do anything that would make me have to do The Eliminator to get back the way I came. I instantly knew it was her office I had come through to get this far, and had to go back through to get out. We went through the rest of the rec room's worth of Gladiators (they were wearing regular clothes, not their outfits from the show), and snuck back into the office area when it was safe. Somehow on the golf course I had gotten mud on my hands, so I had to use the water by her door to clean them, then use the towel I had confiscated to clean the muddy water, then hide the towel. I had to do all that so I could open the door without making mud.

I went in, closed the door, and went back out the office window up onto ground level...and ended up on a Spaceship. My companion had become Chewbacca. We were having a converstation as to what to do now with the object...I still don't know what it was, and I needed desperately for him to keep his voice down. That didn't work and he was caught. I escaped and he told me to go run for something, I think a stun gun, to get him free...and then I woke up.

I have no idea why I have dreamed such a dream. I just wish I would have gotten more sleep.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Finally Friday

Whee, and ouch. I woke up this morning after a wonderfully silly and somewhat scary dream about myself in a gorgeous blue evening gown running around saving the day. There was a child in a mandarin style black suit, but he was older than I was. He was also NOT a vampire. He was...other. He was eerie, but smart and he was on my side. There was also my old, old apartment, the one I lived while finishing my Undergrad. Except, instead of being a four-plex it was a duplex - upper and lower. Also there were hidden rooms and staircases and it wasn't on the same street. Still, I knew it was that place. I bought it, and Trev and I were going to remodel it and sell it, or live below and have other live above? I don't remember those details so well. So, somehow I ended up dressing in this blue gown (with matching blue shoes) and the child showed up and we were in the lower apartment and it was our headquarters and I went off to an english style garden with tall hedges around and about it in, and was attempting to save the day. The details of said dream have faded since this AM when I woke up to have my phone misbehaving for the third day in a row (saying I was online?), came to work, and now am writing it down. Note to self, wake up with time to write crazy dreams down before coming to work.

So, yes, the whole point of this post....It's Friday. Yup, that's it. Friday Friday Friday. Wednesday for part of the day I was convinced that the next day was Friday (so I must have thought it was Thursday), then I realized my error and was depressed for a whole hour. This morning I woke up, and knew I had an early meeting to prepare for so I knew I HAD to get up. I didn't want to. But I did, because tomorrow I can sleep in somewhat. Also I can go to bed early tonight if I wish. Yay!

Tomorrow I'm going to go try to catch roommate's rugby game, and there is a b-day party for a certain lady I know, and also sleep. Sunday is football, and more sleep, and perhaps knitting as well.

Oh, and also - WE CAUGHT A SECOND MOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I am excited. Yes, it's dead. And no, I don't feel bad about that. That corner of our house has caught two now, I think we'll keep the trap there.

Ooh- note to self, I need to get my sprinkler system blown out this weekend or next week...before the F word returns.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Ah, the peace that comes from a severed head.

What? Ok....I've been reading too much sci-fi and fantasy, and it almost Halloween. In this case, the peace that comes from knowing Trev's teeth have been safely removed from his head, and he's on the mend. Trev had his wisdom teeth taken by the nice doctor today. I've been at home taking care of him and working from home. Perhaps the reason I couldn't sleep last night had something to do with him having an operation? No.

I think I was still mad at the poor coaching job the Packers did to hamstring nice Mr. Favre and his offense. So what if there were a couple of fumbles, they were still winning. Somebody give Mr. McCarthy a time-out.

I know I'll sleep better tonight. I've begun the healing process of having my favorite team beaten on by the Bears, and I Trev is home safe - sans four teeth. Also, I'm exhausted from only 4 hours of sleep last night....
Good night, and good luck!

I'd call this post Sleepless in Cottage Grove, but it's not love I'm out to find...it's sleep. For some reason, even though I should be exhausted - even though I am exhausted - I can't sleep. I went to bed at 10:30. I laid there w/ no luck for 2 hours. I almost achieved sleep once, but it was stolen. I decided since I wasn't getting any sleeping done, I might as well get up and play on the web, move around - see if I could make myself tired to sleep again. Not sure it is going to work, but I can try. If this doesn't work, I'll whip out my work computer and do a few hours of work.

what I really want is a good thunderstorm. The news promised me one, and I've seen them on radar taunting me, but always they move around me. I think if it were thundering and lightning and raining, I could sleep. Is that odd? Probably. But for some reason it feels as though it would work.

Anyway - good night all, hope your sleep is better than mine.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Ahhh CHOOOO!

The nice men are pulling wire in my building today. They are removing ceiling tiles and then pulling the wire this way and that. It's making dust fall down. I'm sneezing muchly. Oof. Time for more tea, I think.

Speaking of tea, I got some Chai Spice Black Tea (brand Stash Tea) at the Squire House Gardens last weekend. YUM! W/ some of the honey I got at the farmer's market it is the perfect afternoon soothing drink.

It's been a hectic week, I'm just glad tomorrow is Friday. I just have to get home in time to mow the yard before the rains hit again...

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Can I have a nap, please?

It's Wednesday. It's almost 4PM. I'm tired, I'm grumpy, and feeling overwhelmed. What can I do about this? I can't have my nap. I am going to gym class, even though I really don't want to. I'll probably feel better after.

Today was the nasty day of my week, too many meetings. Tomorrow will be better, and Friday will be...well...Friday.

Saturday we're having the Fall Softball team to our house for a end of ball party. The house is clean for that, but there is so much else to do to it.

Oof. I'm going to go crawl in a hole.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Repeat as Necessary.

On another note, in the conference room next to my desk there is 'learn to speak Chinese' class happening. They learn by repetition. Instructor says 'ah*' class says 'ah'.

*Note: 'ah' is an example note. I have no idea what they are actually saying, or rather- no idea how to type what they are saying. I also have no idea what it means.
I woke up, and Minnesota was already crying.

Ok, I'm waxing eloquent, but it was a wet weekend. Saturday I woke up, went to Afton w/ Karin to get bulbs and tea from Squire House Gardens. When we arrived, there was an art fair. We walked about looking at the pottery and jewelry and paintings and such, and had a hot dog, and then ran to the Squire House Gardens when it started raining. We found our bulbs, and some tea, and other things. We then borrowed an umbrella to get back to the car as it was still pouring and, returning the umbrella via drive by, went up to the mall. We didn't find anything there we liked, and went back to my house. I then had Trev return me to Afton where we bought more tea, a few more things at the garden store, adopted a plant, and found some pictures.

Saturday evening, Chris came over to eat dinner and teach me to knit on double pointed needles. I am now one thumb away from a wrist warmer (fingerless glove). I will attempt the thumb tonight.

Sunday started more rain. Trev and I went to the farmer's market in St Paul to get honey, and then came back to our place, changed and went to Lance's for the game. The Packer's won...only fitting w/ Brett Favre breaking the Touchdown Passes Record. They are 4-0 for the first time in something like 9 years. Who knows what's going to happen next...

Last night I continued knitting, and then went to bed at 7PM. I was tired. I still am. Good thing it's a slow day at work today. Now I should get back to writing reports and such.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Rivalries

This weekend is Packer/Viking weekend. The first of two per season. This season, the packers are 3-0! The Vikings....are not. We plan to go to Erin and Lance's to watch the game, along with many Packers fans...and a few Vikings fans that happen to be dating or married to the Packers fans, and are thus required to watch the game in the company of Packer's fans.

I wore my Packers shirt to work today. It's a cute little black T w/ yellow and white writing, and then a little 'G'. I was walking through the hallway and a gentleman with a Vikings jersey passed me. We sized each other up...If I were a kicker he would have been a line backer...and gave each other the 'acknowledgment nod' and continued on our way. Most people were saying good morning to me, and me to them. Not him. We had the mutual understand that - for today at least, we were rivals. Our teams were rivals. On Monday, one of us will be able to gloat, the other will be quite sad.

Let's hear it for rivalries!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

A world without stairs, amen.

I have turned over a new leaf. Or perhaps it was the leaves falling on my house in the small thunderstorm last night. Whichever the case...yesterday I went to gym class, and I intend to continue doing so. I started the week by climbing on Sunday. Monday, I didn't want to - but I went to Step Class. No one was forcing me to with candy posing as guns. No, it was self bribery, and the candy the reward. I went to step and for 45 minutes I steped on and off and over the little staired platform, and side to side, and did steps I can't even name. By the end I was winded, and uncoordinated, and feeling rather good about myself. By the time I left the gym and went back to my desk to collect my things, I knew I would pay the price. This morning, when I hopped (yes, hopped and it was a dumb idea) out of bed I just about fell over in pain. I needed a remedy.

Dr. says - hair of the dog that bit you. So I went climbing. I climbed this afternoon on some easy climbs, and some hard climbs...and wouldn't you know it - most of them called for foot switches, or toe rises, or some other action that required much use of my muscles of leg. I felt stretched and better. Good Dr.

Nope. BAD Dr. I stretched when I got done, but not enough, I fear. Now my shoulders and neck and feet and hands AND calves hurt. I should clarify. This is all good hurts. The kind of hurts you get when you work out. The pain that says, 'this is a good thing, it will help me if I just keep at it.' It is that ' I'm accomplishing something' kind of pain. Still. It hurts. I am also thirsty (I'm going to fix that as soon as I'm done typing though).

So, tomorrow, will I rest? NO! Tomorrow is Abs and Gluts class! I like that class. Plus, those muscles don't hurt yet. If you're going to get wet, you may as well jump in the deep end...or something like that. Still, it would be nice if the whole world had elevators and escalators where hills and stairs might be....just for one day, just til my legs feel better.

Monday, September 24, 2007

A wonderful, wet weekend.

Wet? You ask. It was lovely. Well, yes...Friday through Sunday were. Thursday on the other hand was a monsoon. We had water again, and Saturday Trev and my dad determined the source of the water to be the plugged down-spouts outside my house. So they worked at unplugging them. They also found water in the smaller downstairs bedroom (the one right next to the understair storage.) We are now frantically trying to dry that carpet.

Otherwise the weekend was lovely. Mom and I shopped most of Saturday, getting outfits for her, and shirts for me and also some really cute new shoes for me that I have nothing to wear with. Seriously. I loved the shoes so I bought them, and now I have to go shopping to find something to match them.

Friday and Saturday night Mom, Dad, Trev and I played Sheepshead. I made some dumb mistakes as I haven't played in a while, but it was really fun. Sunday we went to brunch and then Mom and Dad headed home. So...Trev and I headed to Redwing on our motorcycles with our climbing gear in the saddlebags. We met Karin and Nate there, and climbed until almost 7 before heading back home. We got home in the dark, so now my nice bike is covered in bugs. Oh well. It was great fun and if the weather holds, we'll probably go again this coming weekend.

Friday, September 21, 2007

No One Hundred and Eleventyth Birthday for me

But I enjoyed mine just the same. I have been listening to the Lord of the Rings trilogy on CD Book in my car for the last month, or more, and I am wrapped up in that world again. They are unabridged - hence the amount of time it's taking me.

Last Friday was my B-day. Friday night to celebrate - I went to my golf banquet and became VP of the couples golf league. What does that get me? The ability to go to meetings, run a tournament, and get a box of balls at the end of the season (oh, and the ability to be president the next year). Then I talked Trev into signing up to be League Secretary, where he'll get to do lots and lots of math. Don't laugh, he likes math.

Saturday we had a cookout and bonfire w/ a few friends and Trev's family. Smallerish party this year than in years past, but it was fun. Lance and Trev decided to do a 'scientific experiment' in which the placed a cardboard box full of small bits of wood on top of the bonfire. I'm not sure what the hypothesis was, or if they proved or disproved it. Still, it was amusing to chase bits of burning box around the yard and stamp them out, and then watch as the contents of the box (Volume in box was NOT equal to volume left in pit) spill out into fire, and around the fire. Then Lance and Trev had to shovel it all back into fire and hope it stayed. Don't worry though - they are both Eagle Scouts, and so there was no danger of burning down. Burning up from the heat of the fire was another problem entirely - and left for a different day.

Sunday we went over to my friend Chris's house for apps, dessert, and cards. Great fun was had by all as Tricia tries, in vain, to master a card game that the other three have been playing for years. I started to do better, really. I blame the cards. Yes - bad cards :P

This past week I was sick for a few days, always fun. I actually took time off of work to get better. I also cleaned the house, and played my last two softball games. It's sad really. I FINALLY am getting good at hitting the ball, and I have to put my bat away until next season.
This Tuesday and Thursday we had much much rain, and Thursday we had a big storm. We were spared any damage from wind, but because of the amount of water, we have a wet storage area again. This time we realized our sump is not burping, our walls are leaking. This is a MUCH bigger problem, that may involve having to have some foundation redone. We are going to call the homeowners insurance people and determine if this is covered or if we are up the creek - as it were. Luckily, this only happens when we have lots and lots of rain, and should be an easy, if not inexpensive, fix.

So, today I'm working, and then Tomorrow and Sunday (along w/ tonight) will be chill w/ the parents time. Then, Sunday, depending on weather and timing, Trev and I may head down to Red Wing to do some climbing. Anyone else want to go???

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Water, Water, Everywhere!

All summer we were in a drought. Since Friday night though, it hasn't stopped raining. Raining, pouring. Southern Minnesota is being hit the worst, with entire towns being evacuated because of the flooding. My little corner of the world has not gone untouched, however.

I think I blogged about my lovely surprise when I moved into my house. Do you recall my rant on the sump that had no pump? Well, if not, let me sum up- I have a sump (hole) under the stairs in my under-stair storage area. This sump has no sump-pump. The problem with this: If water comes in, it has no way of going out again. I looked at the drain tile system, or what I thought. I called the nice company. they say that water below a certain level will drain right back out again...

Apparently, the caveat to this is that water ABOVE a certain level will not. That is what we learned the hard way last night, though I highly doubt that the bloop happened last night. We went downstairs after making and eating dinner to watch the Twins game. ::Sniff, sniff:: What is that smell? It smells wet. Around the basement went my nose, right to said sump. Hand to carpet - sure enough, there is water here.

So I spent last night with Trevor, pullling all the things out of the storage, pulling out the carpet, using the shop vac to get the water out of the sump (which was back to it's normal half-full after blooping all over my carpet), finding a fan, using said fan to dry out under stair storage area, drying carpet in main area that got wet from shopvac being emptied outside, moving fan to dry that carpet, putting carpet from understair storage out in 3 season porch with windows open to hopefully dry it before mold grows on it, and getting the can of Lysol and spraying it EVERYWHERE.

The problem with this situation is that I still don't know where we'd plum in a pump for our sump. There is really no power down there, we'd have to put in an outlet. We'd also have to cut through finished basement bits to get the water to go outside, because it is illegal to drain a sump pump into a floor drain. Even if we were to do the illegal, we'd still ahve to cut through the bathroom and into the laundry room, and by then, why not just cut to outside.

Sigh. In retrospect, it was really a small amount of water, probably only 2-5 gallons, and it probably was only there for a day. There was no carpet pad in the storage area (though the carpet that got wet in the main area does have it. It could have been so much worse. Now I just have to borrow a carpet cleaner again, as the water from the sump is yucky muddy.

Hopefully all you that I know in MN did not also have this problem.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Motorcycle Mama...

Well, not the Mama part anyway. But, I am the owner of a motorcycle. I finally got my own! I'll post a picture when I upload them from my camera.

I have put about 350 mi on it so far. I've had it for about 2 weeks :) 230 of those mi were on Sunday, just two days ago. Trev and I went out w/ his dad and his dad's group for a Sunday ride. Many curvey roads were found. By the end I was a bit sore, and a bit tired, but I had fun (thought I've developed 'glove tan').

I've taken to riding it to work. I've added a windshield and saddlebags to it, but that's about all.

WHEEeeeeee.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Summer of Weddings

This weekend starts our summer of weddings. By our I mean Trevor and I, and by summer of weddings, I mean that between this weekend and mid September, we will be attending 5. I will be in 2. Two of my best friends, whom I've known since Kindergarten, will be getting married this summer. One this weekend, and one in early August. Another friend, who I met much later - college, will be getting married in September, ending the summer of weddings. In the middle, one of Trevor's friends will be wed, and one of his cousins. 5 weddings. All are people my age.

This weekend I will drive to Green Bay to stand by my friend's side as she says "I do" (or it's equivalent) to a man she loves. She has found a man that makes her happy, who challenges her, who cares for her, and who she can be both friend and lover with. I know all is not picture perfect (that would be boring anyway), but they do so very well together. The only caveat to this driving home for the weekend - I haven't packed yet. :P I'm in the process of making a list so I don't forget anything.

The next wedding happens a few weeks later up in NW Minnesota, a friend of Trev's that I haven't met yet, though I will know at least 2 other people at the wedding. The weekend after that we drive back to GB to the second wedding of a childhood friend. Now she is an adult friend with a child of her own and a man who loves her, and their son, with all his heart. A few weeks after that will be Trev's cousin's reception, and then my friend of college years will end the summer of weddings with her own.

It will be a whirlwind summer. I know it will be fun, exciting, emotional, crazy, and it will be sad to see it go. I will post more about the weddings after they happen. Right now I have to buckle down and finish up some work things, pack for the first wedding this summer, and finish my tea.

Monday, July 09, 2007

Jumping Rocks

This weekend Trevor and I discovered something interesting. We have jumping rocks at hour house. Along our driveway, we have rock and bushes. We were weeding the rocks, as the mole** and the ants have created tunnels for the weeds to get through the barrier and up into the rocks. As we were weeding, we began to notice something peculiar. The rocks were jumping away from us.

As we watched, it happened again and again. Finally, Trevor decided to catch a jumping rock. He stalked through the rock bed, looking for a jumping rock. I went back to weeding. A bit later he came over with a rock for me to look at. I looked at the rock in his hand. The top of it looked suspiciously like a grasshopper. He gave the 'rock' to me. It bounced off my hand.

How long does a species take to adapt to it's surroundings, to evolve? Not long apparently, because the rock in front of our house has only been there for 2-3 years. The little hoppers of grass were not green, or brown, but grey and speckled. They looked exactly like our rock. They are now hoppers of rock, or 'jumping rocks', at our house. They look silly when the perch on a plant and try to blend in.

We weeded the rocks up the driveway and in front of the house for 2 hours on Saturday and 1-2 on Sunday. That got that area cleaned up, but we have more to go. It was just to darned hot to weed more than that, and I'm not getting up on a Saturday at 6 AM unless I have Very Good Reason. Weeding doesn't constitute a Very Good Reason. I'll get to the rest of it piecemeal, this week.

**Sidebar - the mole has attacked our back yard in earnest. Apparently it did not like me jumping on it trails. It has made them everywhere!! Trevor has set the trap, and we will be setting bait and perhaps even feeding it caster oil. We will not be bested by a mole.

Friday, July 06, 2007

On Adventure:

Life is an adventure, right? Some days are more than others. Don't get me wrong...any day in my imagination is a huge adventure. You never know who you'll be, what world you will be in,etc.

This past Tuesday, the Super Saturn gave me a scare. A coworker and I went out to lunch. We tired to go out for Nepali food, but the place we were going to go was closed. No worries, let's try another. We go back to car... Nothing happens. I try the key over and over and over, but no luck. I was so worried I'd broken something vital.

I had the car towed. Trevor was our Knight in Shining Spyder, and took us back to work. Saturn called later in the day, I had a very deaded battery. I got the car back on Thursday AM.

In other news, work progresses on the story I'm writing. I have finished Chapter one. I will post this, and begin chapter two. Should you like to read it, drop me a line.

Also, I'm drinking rather a lot of margaritas tonight. And watching Family Guy. I cleaned earlier. Is that a lame Friday night? I hope not :)