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Friday Frivolity: Crush

16 Jul

I have a new Hollywood crush.

Joe ManganielloJoe Manganiello, newly of True Blood fame and potentially of Italian descent…

He’s purty, yes?

I can’t help it, I find him dreamy… and he’s a welcome distraction from other gentlemen playing werewolves in Hollywood these days, some of whom make me feel like a dirty old lady.  (I’m looking at you, Lautner… still looking…)

This has me doubting my long held loyalties to vampires of all kinds.  Angel… Spike… that boy from Vampire Diaries… that guy from Moonlight who is now on Three Rivers and who I still find delectable…

Sorry vamps, the werewolves are edging you out this year.

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More from me:

Fitness Friday: Mix & Match – my week in workouts

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Futures

14 Jul
Future statue

"The Future," 1933-1935 - Designed and modeled by Robert I. Aitken; carved by the Piccirilli Brothers Company (source)

There’s something very weird and vaguely unsettling to me about the future.  And specifically, I mean MY future.  I am, and have always been, nearly incapable of picturing myself in a future place that is significantly different from where I am in the present.  When I try to think of myself as an old woman, I can’t and the effort makes me feel strangely disconnected from my current life.

That’s weird, right?  I remember being a kid and trying to picture myself as an adult, and I just couldn’t do it.  I am extremely tied to the current moment, the RIGHT NOW, and I just can’t wrap my head around the idea that things will be different.  I have always felt the same inside… I don’t feel any older now than I did in high school.  I remember high school pretty well still, and in my head I look back and see myself as the same person I am today.  Younger, yes… technically, but no different.  I recognize that I’ve had life experiences since then that have changed me, but at my core I feel like I’ve always been the same…

I don’t even know if this is making sense, but it’s something that’s been on my mind since Aaron and I started talking about a living will.  We want to make sure we’ve documented our wishes for Evi, but talking about it puts me in a weird place in my head because it forces me to seriously think about some future point in which I will not exist.  That shakes me, makes my skin feel crawly and my head unsettled.

Maybe it’s the ultimate arrogance… maybe my head is limited by my own humanity… but I think I’ll leave the future where it belongs.

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The one where I malign water and everyone tells me I’m an idiot: Water, Water Everywhere?

Screwcap vs. Cork: which for wine?

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Coffee Burnout

8 Jul
coffee bean

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Is it possible to stop liking a coffee that you previously found somewhere between palatable and good?

We’ve been drinking Dunkin Donuts French Vanilla coffee… mostly because we can get it at the wholesale club for cheap and we’re too poor frugal to pay a bunch of money for some really good coffee.

When we first started buying Dunkin Donuts, it was out of sheer desperation because we’d tried a million other coffees that we hated.  So maybe it just seemed good by comparison since we’d had so many awful options.  But it was good enough, and we’ve been drinking it pretty much every day for months now.

All of a sudden in the last week or so, I just can’t stomach the stuff!  I try, I really do, but it makes me nearly gag and I have to force myself to swallow it.  In the end, I’ve just been avoiding it lately or sometimes (like this morning) pouring a cup just to let it sit and get cold.

So is it me?  Is it the coffee?  Do I need to clean my coffeemaker or something?  Aaron doesn’t seem to think the taste has changed…

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Dear internet…: I need your advice on some fitness questions

Evolution of a Nickname

2 Jul

puca shell necklaceI’m sort of weird when it comes to nicknames.  If you’re a good friend, and especially if you’re family, I’ve probably given you a nickname whether you know it or not…

An excellent example is what I call my daughter, which changes a lot.  Lately it’s been Boo Bah Bear.  Let me see if I can walk you (and myself) through how we got there.

Just before her birthday she got a Pooh Bear birthday card and loved it.  At some point I started calling her Pooh Bear.  It wasn’t long before that became Pooh, which became poopoo…. (sorry, kid) which got shortened back to poo, then puca, then puca shells.

So I called her puca shells for a while…  Yep, I’m a weirdo, and I wonder sometimes if she knows her own name.  🙂

Anyway, at some point this week puca randomly morphed into Boo Bah Bear.  I have NO IDEA where this came from or how it evolved from puca.

Do you have a fun/funny nickname?  Do you give them to other people?  Tell me all about it.  And if you’re headed to a vacation or party this weekend, be safe and have fun!  Happy three day weekend to those who get one!

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Fitness Friday: Determination

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Blips

28 Jun

If you have a moment, please take some time to go and vote for my Mamavation application!  You can see my application video here, and you can “vote” for me by heading to Twitter and tweeting this: Hey @bookieboo! I want @SkinnySushi to be the next #Mamavation Mom. She has my support! http://bit.ly/zqUxa. As always, your support means SO much to me.

I’m super busy this week and feeling distracted, so here’s my post in bullets…

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  • we saw some friends this weekend and one of them mentioned that the daycare where his five month old son is going will have him fully versed in sign language by one year old.  Evi is almost fourteen months and knows four signs. I might suck.
  • those same friends did not mention the fact that I am MUCH thinner than when they saw me last.  I continue to be puzzled by people’s reluctance to mention that you might look skinnier.
  • our second car is STILL not fixed.  Every time they fix something, they find some new problem.  Let this be a lesson to those of you who want to save money by buying a car at auction.  This one has been useless since DECEMBER and, as such, I have been housebound for as long.
  • What is the world coming to?  Italy, France, and the US are out of the World Cup?  We bought Evi an Italia tee shirt this weekend anyway, and she looks mighty cute in it.  I wanted one too, but I’m waiting for clearance sales.  I am cheap.
  • I may also suck as a wife.  I got excited for Fathers Day and (with Evi’s help) made Aaron a card.  I got him a copy of a book he wanted but since the book won’t be released until September, I also got him a three month subscription to a sci-fi book site where he can download books to his Kindle.  It was a great day, I made him breakfast and brownies.  And then I got to thinking… and decided I was irritated that I didn’t get a present on Mothers Day.  It’s not about getting “stuff” but… I was bugged.  When I said something to Aaron a few days later, he apologized and said that he’d tried to make sure I had a break on Mother’s Day and didn’t have to do anything in terms of cooking, cleaning, or child rearing.  And you know what?  He DID do that.  I so suck.  Upon further discussion, we realized it’s just a difference in how we acknowledge occasions.  I’m a present-giver, so for me it’s harder not to get a gift.  He’s an action guy, so he doesn’t mind no gifts if he gets something else, like a day off.  We’ve both agreed to do two things… #1 – work harder to acknowledge each other in ways that are meaningful to the receiver, and #2 – make sure we’re paying attention to the ways the other person might be acknowledging us in their way.

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More from me:

Mamavation Monday: motivation (includes a video blog!)

Beach and Picnic Wines

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I’m so Clark Kent

21 May

Today is the last day to enter the calendar giveaway!  Go and comment!

No glasses

New glassesSo it turns out… I need glasses.  I’ve been noticing a lot of blurriness, especially when my eyes get tired, so I checked it out and it turns out I have astigmatism.  Basically, my eyeballs are shaped funny now that I’m all old and junk.  So here I am, in my new glasses from my beloved Target.  They feel weird and my eyes are still adjusting, but they definitely make it easier to see!

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Harry Potter High School

19 Apr

Lately, every time I have a really bizarre dream it features people from high school.  It’s like high school is some long forgotten place in my brain where only truly bizarre things happen.  Last night I dreamed that I was staying in this old village (very Harry Potter feeling to it) with a bunch of other high school people (some of whom were people I actually knew in high school while some were random.)

The dream was just me going through the motions… I went to a party, I ate some food, I went to the bathroom.  Really, I find myself in the bathroom in dreams a lot.  For some reason, in this particular scene it was a co-ed bathroom and some girl was telling some guy that he should give her number to his boyfriend.  She then told me, confidentially at the bathroom sink, that the boys were in fact not gay but straight and just didn’t know it yet.

My brain is bizarre.  So then I run into this girl I went to high school with, only in the dream she has super SUPER blond hair, and she is acting sort of odd around me.  Finally she touches me on the arm, then she makes this weird angry/scared face and hisses, then turns into this weird smoky, floating monster thing.  In this totally frightening voice, she goes on to tell me that she’s going to have to stop me from meeting “him.”

Even in the dream, I’m all him?  Him who?  At this point we’ve found ourselves walking down this narrow cobblestone street, and she’s telling me something about only seeing golden light in me (?) so she knows I’m the one he’ll look for.

Who?  My brain is registering something here, like who is this person and wait… am I dreaming?  But then it gets all exciting again and I dive right back into the dream.  I sit down on a random hay bale (because, you know, there is one in the street) and am contemplating the meaning of all of this golden light, mystery man business, which somehow makes at least some sense to dream me, and then there is a lot of noise from the other end of the street.  Around a curve comes this small caravan of people leading horses and carrying bags, looking like they’ve been traveling for a while and are ready for a rest.  The man in the front looks at me and I feel… something.  A connection is made, and somehow I realize that is the mystery guy, and instead of being bothered or irritated I am intrigued.

(Man, sometimes I hate dream me.  I will also, grudgingly, admit that my brain is secretly twelve, because the mystery guy… is fricking Edward Cullen.  Really?  Really, brain?)

The dream starts to sort of wind down as I am waking up, but I do remember a scene in an old library with me and the guy… talking about golden light, and something about me being able to see the future, and then there was some odd intense moment where we almost kiss but then he has to save me from the smoky, floaty monster thing…

So, what does this mean?  Well, if you look up dream meanings then apparently I should explore the spiritual bonds of the relationships I made in high school (no, thank you,) I either have sex on the brain or am feeling emotionally drained, and I am feeling the need to relieve some instinctual burdens.

Or, I watched the world’s most horrific, terrifying, manipulative video clip last night after I drank a glass of wine.  Choose your own adventure, I suppose.  It is still a  massive step up from when I used to dream about my teeth falling out every time I was dealing with stress…