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I definitely should not be blogging right now. First, I am wearing my glasses, which means I can barely see the computer screen, much less the words. The only thing that can come of this are some typos. Second, I am tired. Really tired. For some reason I thought it was a great idea to do two workouts yesterday. In the morning, Laura and Maura came over (with Samantha and Robbie), and we did The Biggest Loser Weight Loss Yoga. Really, the three of us doing hard yoga while trying to keep the kids from beating each other was hilarious. I think Dan got a big kick out of it, we looked like fools. Later that day I went to Maura’s, as she had just borrowed the Jeri Love, Get Ripped, 1000 DVD. I don’t know what is wrong with us, that we were so excited to try it out we could not wait. It was a 1000 calorie workout, and it was hard! I really liked it though. It was a great challenge, and Jeri Love was awesome! I was totally prepared not to like her based on her outfit. This sounds lame, but really, you have to like the person leading the workout, or it just won’t work. And she was wearing leopard print and one of the backup women was wearing leather pants. It didn’t bode well, but it worked out!
Of course, I am a bit sore now, as that was two in one day. I followed that up with a small amount of sleep, and am capping that with my new will to drink less soda. Which is going well, so far as consumption goes. As far as mood….well we will leave that alone for a bit. I am trying to take it slow, and cut down for now, and then in a few weeks cut down again. Right now I am drinking tea to save my life. I am of course, drinking my favourite tea, a loose leaf tea from Teavana which was a Christmas gift from Dan’s Mom. I love it so much, I’ll probably cry when I am done with the canister (at this rate, that will be tomorrow). In case you are curious, it is the Flavoured White called Strawberry Paraiso. So yummy. Now that I’ve discovered the website, I’ll probably be on for an hour, picking out my next tea. So exciting!
I am getting so pumped for Relay for Life. Our team already has 10 members! Last year it was just Maura and I, so this feels great. I have high hopes that this year will finally be more like our first year, when we had a big team and so much fun. Not that the other years weren’t fun, but things just seem to go better and run more smoothly in the campsite with more of us to help out!
I have to say that I love being on the committee, and planning for the event, and most of all, I love the feeling of purpose and family that it gives me. I am hoping to get a blog post together soon about why I am so invested in Relay. But for now, you all might just have to accustom yourselves to my Relay related tweets and such.
In unrelated news, I have to share that my son is the sweetest little boy that ever did live. All morning he has been taking play breaks to come over and lay his head in my lap and just cuddle. Then he goes back to playing. It is nice, he usually isn’t that independant when it is just the two of us…he likes to have my undivided attention. For the most part, today, he has been occupying himself. It is wonderful!
Otherwise, I started yet another Pride and Prejudice sequel. As promised, I am reading Amanda Grange’s Mr. Darcy’s Diary. It is much more readable and enjoyable than the others I have read. It is by no means great literature, but I will definitely be able to finish this one. As you can see on her website, she has taken this same premise (first person diary format) to re-tell familiar stories from another character’s point of view. Which is interesting, but I doubt I’ll read more. While I am liking the book, it’s not one I’d read again, nor does it contain any huge revelations or aha! moments. For the most part, it isn’t anything I couldn’t have surmised myself. It is very straightforwardly written and executed. I would hope that with that sort of a platform, a writer could really use their imagination and create something compelling. I would only recommend this to a die hard P&P fan who wants to get a little taste of Mr. Darcy’s take on what went on.
I finally found my copy of Cry, the Beloved Country. One of the reasons I couldn’t finish it was because I could not find it- but I did manage at last to locate it, buried in the mess on my desk, which I successfully cleaned off yesterday. As soon as I’ve finished this P&P book, I will finish Cry, and then I must finish editing Maura’s first draft and get it back to her. And then I must read Dangerous Liasons, as it was my SRP pick for the month and I haven’t even found it to buy yet. I will check Amazon.
In non book related news (Yes I know, it is shocking), in a few weeks we will have a new niece! We are so excited to meet little Eva Jan! I have some gifts at the ready for her and Mommy, and am impatiently waiting my chance to dole them out. And soon after, we will have yet another little niece! I am so blessed to have a wonderful family, and we are all so blessed with these beautiful children. I have so much to be thankful for, and yet rarely take the time to reflect on that. I think it would do me a lot more good to reflect on my blessings, than to lament my losses- this is something I will try to work on this year.
And I will finish with another quiz. First to answer gets points. Name the song , “I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth moves slowly.”
Let’s see, what have I been up to? Umm…a lot of nothing I think.
At least, I don’t seem to have anything fantastic to tell you. I’ve been working out a lot. I really want to win this Biggest Loser competition we are having. I don’t think I will (I am currently in 6th place), but I am gonna keep giving it my all. Which means a lot of gym time and a lot of workouts at Maura’s house- both of which are awesome!
Speaking of the gym, I’ve finally mastered reading and working out. Well, depending on the workout. I can now read on the elliptical and when walking on the treadmill. Which really helps, especially on the elliptical, which I find mind numbingly boring. Thanks to my new skill, I read The Great Gatsby for the first time. Yeah, I know, how weird, I made it through high school and a degree in English Lit without ever having to read it. Which is sad because I loved it. Absolutely loved it. It was so beautifully written, I cannot wait to read it again sometime.
Because I am me, I also re read my two favourite Little House books again. I’ve literally read these both so much that my copies have fallen apart. I had to borrow Maura’s copies. Which led to this fantastic idea I’ve had.
Well maybe not fantastic, but I still like it. I am going to keep track of every book I read this year, even re reads. I’ve always wondered how much I read in a year, and if I can stick with this, it’ll be a cool list, I think. I just have to be willing to own up to some of the crap I read. I read a lot of crap. I like to think that I make up for it by reading some awesome stuff. But lets face it, I’ve been known to read a shampoo bottle when I have nothing to read. I just have to read. It is essential for my mental health. So I read a lot, and some of it happens to be trashy Nora Roberts novels. Sue me.
So, other than reading and working out, I’ve also been watching LOST non stop and ignoring my dirty house. But in an effort to redeem this inexcusable laziness, I’ve begun working on a baby blanket for little Eva Jan. That makes up for the crazy wreck that my house has become, right?
I can’t help it, I love Lost. After Dan and I finally watched the end of Season 5 (I love you Netflix), I decided to watch the other seasons in order to get a good refresher and reminder course. There is so much mythology to remember! I still cannot believe how much more you catch watching it back. The creators said from the beginning that they knew where they were going with the whole series, and after watching just the first episode again, I believe them! As of right now, I am about halfway through Season 2, which means I have to deal with Ana Lucia, who was probably my least favourite character barring Mr. Eko. Go ahead and throw tomatoes Losties! I don’t care how cool you think Mr. Eko was, he made me want to go to sleep. Snoooore!
And now, it is time for me to close this fascinating blog post. My fingers are numb. I must convince Dan to line the doors and windows with plastic, otherwise I will be in danger of freezing to death.
In case you were curious, upcoming books on my list to read:
Welcome to the procrastination station. All are welcome.
No seriously. I finished Emma today, which means I have to read Austen’s unpublished works and letters next, but I don’t have them, and forgot to borrow them. I had already decided that once I was done with the madness of the Austen spree, I’d edit the Beach House, I should be doing that. Instead, I am listening to Muse and facebook stalking several people who would probably prefer not to be the victims of my laziness. I’m just saying.
And the thing is, I want to finish the book. I want to edit it. But I have the cold from Hades (Seriously, this is the cold that will not die), I’ve eaten approximately 900 calories (probably because I have some amazing post nasal drip that is absolutely killing my appetite), and I worked out with Maura. We did the Biggest Loser Last Chance Workout, with heavy weights. After that, really I have enough energy left over to…lay in bed and stare at a wall?
But really, I know once I get started editing, I’ll get sucked in. Its just the getting started part that sucks. I know there are a lot of missing scenes to be written, which mentally are more taxing that regular editing. If I knew what I wanted to write in those missing scenes I would have done it when I wrote it, or edited the first two times. Sigh. I am complaining I know. At least I have Muse to keep me company. Plus, really, why am I putting so much effort into this book? The chances of it actually getting published are ridiculously small. The chances of anyone other than my friends (who really, probably feel like they have to read it) reading it just as small. I guess I’ll just have to enjoy the fruits of my labor alone.
At least, at the end of the day, I’ll have written a book. Writing is the best therapy sometimes, and goodness knows I am in need of some serious therapy. Plus, I think it is especially beneficial to keep my creative muscle exercised and ready to go, in case I shall ever have any need to use it in an emergency. Like, if the only way to prevent nuclear holocaust was by writing an amazing poem in five minutes….or something.
Speaking of creativity, I went to Michael’s, aided by a wonderful gift card my father-in-law gave me for Christmas. Went mad with the promise of shiny new scrap booking tools. Shopped my little heart out. Came home and organized said scrap booking stuff. Now, I must scrap book with them. Which should be fun as I am making Parker’s baby book. Scrap booking is much more fun with friends though, so I’ll wait until Pilar or Maura or Laura can scrap book with me. Until then,I must, I must, I must write my book (anyone but me flashback to Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret? I must, I must, I must increase my bust….)