Trying to remain calm...

I lost my phone last night. Quite frankly, I'm going through withdrawls. : |

You Know Life is Good When...

...You love your job. Today's reason? Water fights.

    I have nothing on my mind but an endless list of responsibilites to accomplish as I walk around the corner into a jet stream of cold water to the face. Flipping instantaneously into survival mode, I propel myself to the therapy room to procure my own water bottle as means of retaliation. Patients stare blankly as I, dripping wet, rush to find the one with the longest range. I smile politely and say "I'll be with you in just a moment," then race back to the front. Stopping at the corner to check the reflection in the picture on the wall, I see Dr. Vance's face peeking through the doorway to Dr. Adams' office, weapon at the ready. Understanding what needs to be done, and ignoring the warning yells from the coworkers behind me, I ninja roll the gap to the front of Chris's desk, dodging enemy fire. Just as I suspected, Dr. Vance is paralyzed by laughter at my complete lack of skill, leaving him unguarded! From my newly found perch I take advantage of the moment and fire several well aimed shots to the face. Realizing he's in danger Vance flees for the break room slamming the door behind him. Recalling my extensive military training I place myself as close to the wall as possible, blending in with my surroundings and prepared for any sudden movement. As the door slowly creeps open my bottle, skillfully positioned at eye level, temporarily blinds the assailant, but not enough as he lunges forward with an entire cup of freezing cold water, paralyzing the left side of my body. At this moment I know I have lost the battle. But like Dr. Claw, I will not be defeated!!

Next time Gadget! Next Time!!!

For the First Time Ever...

I was told I have amazing eyebrows. Strange. I've always been a little self-conscious of them actually, but last night at Family Home Evening the girl sitting next to me told me that they were, in fact, amazing. Later, in the car, my roommate told me that she agreed upon their awesomeness. Apparently my hair says "I'm spunky!" and my eyebrows say "And what're you gonna do about it?" I'm not really sure what that means. "I'm spunky and if you tell me different I'll punch you in the face." Who knows. I have good eyebrows.... I like it.

New Addition

I feel like God, in an attempt to get me married, has put an overflow on my maternal hormones. I don't know if those actually exist, but something's definitely flowing. I was getting lonely in my office at work, so I bought a betta fish. It subdued the surge for about a week, then they came back much stronger than before. Mostly when I was at home because the fish lived at work, leaving me nothing to nurture.

My roommates vetoed a dog, I'm allergic to cats, rats also vetoed, and guinea pigs, mice and hamsters all lack intelligence. So I bought a hedgehog. Her name is Joplin, as in Janis. Enjoy!

Turning the Leaf!

So lately I've been making some life changes. I've hit one of those monk-like moments where I just feel the need to simplify, get back to the basics, and find my inner....me. Here's the list so far:

1. Back on goal to loose weight. For those of you who knew me back in the day, I've lost quite a bit from my original weight, but I've never quite hit my goal. I'm officially back on target (after 6 years) and 12 pounds closer!

2. I deleted Facebook. And there was an uprising. I have a list of reasons, most of which are personal and boring, so I'll spare you the details. The thing that suprised me most was that the people who tried to stop me are the people I talk to on a fairly regular basis...or live right down the street....or my mom. I now feel disconnected from the social networking life...and quite frankly, I like it. I've never felt more liberated. Well, except when I'm naked. But that's a given ;D

3. I'm taking a 3 month dating sabbatical. Again, lots of personal reasons, but thus far it's been smooth sailing!

That's my list. I figure if I get anymore than that my brain might explode due to a perfectionist complex I happen to have. We'll see if I can keep it up. Looking hot in a swim suit and not dating for a whole summer. . . ? Bring it!

Takes Me Away...

That's right. I'm talking about sailing :) If I were more technologically adavanced I'd actually cue the song to come up when you read this...but I'm not.

So two of my friends recently bought a sailboat, just a little catamaran that you can realistically only fit 4 people on...3 is probably safer. It looks similar to the one at the right, and that thing that they're doing there...the whole floating in the air thing? Yeah, I did that. It was amazing!

Basically I've never felt more free in my life. Just imagine: 7pm, perfect summer evening with a light breeze. The sun is gradually getting lower and lower, and you're flying through the water, powered by nothing but the wind. Your feet are on the edge of the boat while you're suspended over the edge, wind blowing in your hair while you drag your fingers through the lake with no destination but the sunset.

It really must be what heaven is like...

Becoming a Masochist

Not what you're thinking! Dirty minds.... ;)

So a couple months ago I decided I needed to be nicer to my body. So I chucked out all my processed stuff, loaded my diet with mostly produce, and bought a gym membership. At about the same time my friend bought P90x, which I was a little jealous about because I hear it's the best way to get in shape.

So to make a long story short, I started doing it with his mom. That's right, I'm doing P90x with a 65 yr old woman, and she rocks it! Basically it works on the philosophy of muscle confusion. It changes your workout everyday, and then changes that every 3 weeks so that your body never gets used to what you're doing, which means you never hit a plateau. And if you follow the workout and the nutrition plan exactly, you'll have your dream body in 90 days.

Now I'm already eating pretty healthy, and I'm not so worried about having my dream "beachbody," I just want to be as healthy as I can be. With that being said, after 16 days of the most intense workout I've ever done in my life, I'm completely addicted. It's a 100% love/hate relationship. I dread it as much as I look forward to it, and while I'm doing it I want to cry as much as I want to do one more rep.

And the best part? It's getting easier! Plus I'm still sore after every workout, which means it's working. And when I'm done I feel more proud of myself than I've ever been. Ever. My life is so good.

But don't worry. I still eat cookie dough out of the tub.

Just not as often :)