Friday, August 01, 2003

The Friday Five (because it just has to be done... it's tradition!):

1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?
I wake up at 7 when my daughter gets up, but then we lie in my bed until about 8 watching Sesame Street. When I had a job, I'd wake up at 5:30 to get there by 7.

2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?
Not really. She still gets up at 7, so it's pretty much the same on the weekends. Sometimes my husband will take her into the living room, so I might sleep until 9. In my single life, I'd stay out late and sleep 'til noon. No more.

3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?
When I had a job, the first thing I'd do is take a shower. Now the first thing I do is log onto my computer and start my job search. Then I read my e-mails and blogs.

4. How long does it take to get ready for your day?
Typically it takes me about 40 minutes to shower, get dressed, put on my make-up and dry my hair. I can do it in 30 minutes if I don't have to iron or shave my legs.

5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast?
Any place that has good hashbrowns, crispy bacon and buttermilk biscuits is good for me!

Thursday, July 31, 2003

I have absolutely no luck at all. Today I went to my gym, where they were having a raffle in the late evening for some really cool prizes: a year membership, 10 free personal training sessions, 5 spa treatments, etc. I don't even know why I went: I never win anything.

The bad part is that the drawing was at 7:15 p.m. I typically don't work out that late. But the gym was also having this Fitness Fair thing, so I thought I'd go test out my strength, flexibility, and cardiovascular fitness before the drawing.

So I sign up for the fair at around 5 o'clock (the event started at 6), and went to run some errands. I got back at 6, and as usual, the people really didn't know what was going on. "I'm not really sure where we're going to be doing testing," said the front desk girl. "Let me check." A group of use were finally led back to the Spinning room, but only one trainer was there to do the testing. "Since I'm the only one here to test you (there were four of us), you'll just have to count on your own and let me know how you do."

Maybe I'm wrong, but isn't that just a little too easy? "How many pushups did you do?" "Oh, 100."

But I really wanted to know where I stood, so I was honest ... honest! I scored excellent on my strength: 35 pushups ... granted they were girl pushups, but the trainer seemed impressed. I was above average on the cardio test (you had to step up and down on an aerobics step for 3 minutes), and was one inch away from scoring excellent on my flexibility (they had a tape measure that marked how far you could reach past your toes when sitting down.

So I was feeling pretty good about my scores, and went to work out on the treadmill, while waiting for the 7:15 drawing. At 7:10, I saw a bunch of people in the lobby, so I figured they'd changed where the drawing would be (originally they said they were going to interrupt the Pilates class and hold it in there).

So we're all standing around and it's 7:15, and it doesn't look like they're anywhere close to holding the drawing. Finally this woman tells us to head to the back, that they'll have the drawing at 7:30.

Now I'm a little annoyed because I've been gone for 2 1/2 hours. Not that my husband can't take care of our daughter for that long, but just because he didn't know I'd be gone so long.

So like a herd of cattle, we all head back to where the Pilates room is and we wait outside for the management to come. At 7:30 they come by, but lead us back to the Spinning room. I make a comment like, "I think we're supposed to let the people in the Pilates group know that we're doing the drawing." No one listened to me.

So they start to draw raffle tickets for some cheap door prizes, but none of those names are in the room. After about 4 names are called, another management person comes in and says, "We're supposed to be in the Pilates room. Let's move the group in there."

Now I'm just a bit peeved. It's nearing 7:45 and they still haven't drawn for the big prizes. But with stars in my eyes about the fabulous prize I could win, I follow the herd into the other room, and the drawing starts all over again.

The door prizes were all raffled off, without my name being called. "That's OK," I thought to myself. "The really good prizes are coming up." They came up all right .. straight into the hands of five people who had just joined the gym that day. I couldn't even win a water bottle.

So three hours after I left, I arrive back at home, tail between my legs, bummed at myself that I thought I could actually win, annoyed at the incompetency of the gym management, hungry because I hadn't even started dinner yet.

An old boss used to tell me that the harder you work, the luckier you are. I guess I just haven't been working hard enough lately.

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

I can't for the life of me think of anything to write about. I sit here in my uncomfortable chair in front of my old monitor that every so often flickers as if it will soon go black, and try to think of something to write about.

I could write about work, or the lack of it, but I've already written about that entirely too much in this blog (... but why hasn't anyone called? Sorry, I'll stop now.)

I could write about trying to get in shape, but I've written about that so much that I don't want people to think I'm fishing for compliments (by the way, thanks guys! You really know how to make a person feel beautiful.)

I could write about all the wonderful things that little Boogie does each day, but I'm trying to limit myself. I don't want to become one of those people who only talks about the great things their kids do, boring their audience to tears. (She now says "tank-chu" (thank you) whenever you give her something ... what 15-month-old child does that? Sorry, I'll stop now).

So what's left? Oh, I could talk about my husband and how despite our ups and downs (especially now that we spend too much time together at home), I really value our life together. But it's a little late in the evening to list all the great things about him (I need my beauty sleep).

So I guess I'll just try my best to think of something more creative and interesting to talk about tomorrow.

Monday, July 28, 2003

Why are we women so caught up in how we look and how much we weigh? I know I've been guilty of the same, but I wish it weren't so.

I just talked to my sister-in-law, who is 26 and convinced that she's not pretty enough, not thin enough ... enough for what I don't know. But the fact is she's very pretty and works out every day to get this hard body. She wishes she was model-thin, but I think she has such a cute little figure.

As I was trying to reassure her, I thought back about my own battles with body image. I've always thought I was fat. Living with a sister who weighed 95 pounds when she got married could have had something to do with it. Having a mother who constantly battled her weight, often unsuccessfully, might have been a factor as well. (She also weighed about 100 pounds when she got married and her top weight while 9 months pregnant with me was 130 pounds! I weighed that in high school).

But the scary part is that I look back on pictures, where I distinctly remember feeling large, and think, "Damn, I was so skinny here. How could I have thought I was fat?" I wonder if 10 years from now, I'll think the same thing about how I look now.

I know I've blogged about having to lose my pregnancy weight, but the truth is, I'm pretty content with the way I look. Yes, there are days when I try to fit into a pair of shorts that I wore before I got pregnant and feel a little bit "whale-ish" for lack of a better word. But I think I've finally gotten to a point in my life where I realize that it's not important for me to turn the head of every guy I see ... as long as my husband's head still turns, I'm happy. And knowing that my body got this way in order to create such a perfect little child definitely makes me appreciate my wider hips.

As I talked to my sister-in-law, I also reminded her of an old family friend of theirs who in her younger days relied strictly on her looks. While she's still an attractive woman in her mid-50s, she's obviously not the bombshell that she once was. And the sad thing is that she really doesn't have a lot to fall back on. My sister-in-law is smart (although she doesn't believe it), funny (she doesn't believe that either), great with kids (her goal is to open a childcare center), and a really kind person. I just think she doesn't see all of that because she's so focused on her body image.

Maybe when she gets to be my age, she'll realized how wonderful she is, regardless of how she looks.

I know I'm going to do everything I can to instill a sense of pride in my little Boogie about how smart she is, how funny she is, how strong she is. That way when I tell her how pretty she is, she'll realize that it's not the most important thing.

Sunday, July 27, 2003

Highlights from my weekend:

- Playing croquet in the backyard and becoming the Ultimate Champion by beating my husband in three out of five games. This is a great coup considering it's only the second time I've played croquet in my life. The best part, though, was watching little Boogie as she'd run to the wickets and pull them out of the ground. She'd start giggling and running as we chased her so that we could continue the game. She loved throwing the balls, and even tried to hit them with one of the mallets. She'll grow up to be a champion like her mommy! :)

- Receiving Boogie's swimming certificate on her last day of swimming lessons. Complete with gold stars and check marks of all her accomplishments, it's truly a work of art on our refrigerator door.

- Eating great Italian food at a place that serves wonderfully large portions of food. The ravioli, mannicotti, the parmesan garlic bread hit the spot nicely. We were there to celebrate my mother-in-law's birthday, but a great time was had by all. The final touch was strawberry-banana ice cream cake with white chocolate chips. Yummy!

- Attending the 75th birthday party of my husband's uncle and seeing lots of relatives who I haven't seen since our wedding. It was definitely a compliment when my husband's godmother told him that we should make a business out of making babies because we do such a good job at creating beautiful ones. Poor little Boogie didn't sleep all afternoon, but she hung in there, smiling at everyone and playing with all of the kids.

- Fighting with my husband about how little he thinks I want to be around his family. Me telling him he only seems happy when he's with them. Both of us sulking on the way to the birthday party. Both having a great time while we were there. Then having him tell me how good I am to his family and what a trouper I am to certain ones who take just a bit more patience than most. I guess it was his way of apologizing.

- Watching a special on Eminem on VH1. How is it that every single one of his songs makes me want to bob my head to the music? I've liked him since he came out with that "Hi ... My Name Is" song. And every song since then just gets better. Surprising to some since I'm such a white-bread vanilla girl from the suburbs. I've finally decided that I need to break down and get a couple of his CDs. After all, he's an Oscar winner, and he wasn't half-bad in "8 Mile," so that should give him a little credibility, right?

- Sleeping in on Saturday until 9 a.m. with little Boogie in my arms. She had actually gotten up at 7, but I brought her back to bed with me. Sometimes she'll fall back to sleep and this was one of those special times. I love the feeling of her little warm body next to me, her little head underneath my chin. It truly made for a wonderful weekend.