Last spring, I joined a web site called Fitocracy. It is a social network for people who like to exercise, or are struggling to build a healthy lifestyle and are looking for motivation and support. On Fitocracy, you build a profile and track your workouts. Fitocracy awards points based on the difficulty level of the exercise done, and awards points accordingly. You can also win points for completing "quests". For instance, when I completed the half ironman, Fitocracy awarded me an additional 2,500 points for the "Half Ironman" quest on top of the points I earned for the exercise involved. As you earn points, you "level up".
All of this seems kinda cheesy, and it is. But the cheesiness is part of what I like about it. Most workout tracking sites/apps are just so BORING. This is a fun way to score when I exercise. The site recognizes and rewards new personal bests. And then, there is the social aspect to it.
Other Fitocrats can choose to "follow" you. And you can choose to follow others. You can join groups and find other site members with similar interests. I joined several triathlon, running, biking, and swimming groups and found other people doing similar workouts. People from all across the globe. Fifty seven people are currently "following" me. They cheer me on when I track a workout, and I cheer other people on, too. There was a young high school graduate heading off to college and planning to join the college swim team, wondering if there were any body weight workouts she could do because she couldn't afford a gym membership. I gave her a link to a workout pdf I found online that was just what she needed. I've had other swimmers say they want to 'steal' my swim workouts. I've gotten ideas for workouts from them. I've cheered new runners as they faced their first ever 5K, and I had a dedicated cheering section when I faced the half ironman. I watched a young man ride his bike across the country all summer long as part of a group that was building humanitarian houses while riding from sea to shining sea. I'm cheering someone in the Cozumel Ironman.
There is a doctor in Colorado who started a 100 day sugar challenge. He started following me sometime in the late summer. He was several levels below me, at first, but he quickly caught up because he was doing monster-high-point workouts. Before long, we were at the same level... then he passed me. I simply can't rack up the points like that. But the point earning rivalry that sprung up drove me to get to the gym on days when I would otherwise have talked myself into staying home.
His 100 day no added sugar challenge got me thinking. I am not willing to go sugar free (especially not for the holidays!), but I realized that maybe this was just the challenge I needed to get off of soda for real. I have quit soda many times in the past, always short lived. Right now, I am addicted yet again. I can tell I am addicted when I stop on my way home from work to get a soda on almost a daily basis... and when I can't fall asleep at night because there is too much caffeine in my system. And when the scale starts to creep back up to ugly numbers I never wanted to see again.
So, I accepted the challenge. Rather than 100 days sugar free, I am striving for 100 days soda free. Yesterday, December first, was the first day. March 10th will mark the 100th day. Hopefully when I reach that mark, I will be a much more lean and fit version of myself and I will have mastered my cravings and desires. By then I will be in full marathon training mode and a soda free body will be just what I need to succeed!
So, day two. I know the first 21 days will be the worst. It will take a week or two for the caffeine in my system to work its way out, and the cravings will take a while to subside. Right now, I am facing headaches and fatigue, but I won't let that stop me. Day 3, here I come!
"Black Friday"
BLACK Friday
Black FRIDAY
Traditionally the day retailers are finally able to show black in their annual ledger. If they're lucky and have a good turnout.
Many years ago, when the kids were little bitty, Bill and I saw it as a game and adventure to get up around 3 am and go stand in line together outside the store doors with other crazy, adventure seeking shoppers and wait for the doors to open at 6 am. Back then, that was considered extreme behavior. We'd cuddle and laugh and sip hot cocoa while cheerfully chatting with the strangers around us. At around 5:30 to 5:45 am, we'd start to see latecomers try to sneak in line in front of us, but mostly they were repelled by the die-hards around us who had built a strong bond of early hour camaraderie. Once the doors opened up, we dashed inside like giddy children and had a frenzied blast buying up Christmas toys for our kids. Many shouts of "Merry Christmas!" were heard, and I would see shoppers help each other lift items into carts. We'd be out of there by 6:30 am, heading to breakfast at the local IHOP, and home again before the kids even awoke.
Those early years were fun times and I have fond memories of them. It didn't stay like that, however. Over the years, I started seeing disturbing behaviors amongst my fellow shoppers. Once, I saw two grown women fighting over one toy. That was a scene that repeated itself several more times. Another time, I saw a man cussing out a store employee for not having any more of the item he stood in line so long to purchase.
One year, I saw the doors break as the crowd surged in. That was the first time I felt scared. The crowd was massive that year. I can understand how dangerous a mob can be, because I was trapped in one that morning! My only concern that time was to simply stay upright and go with the flow that was literally pushing me along. I feared what might happen if I fell.
We stopped shopping Black Friday as a fun adventure after that.
Not as many years ago (5 years ago, in fact), I was standing in a Black Friday line; this time with my son, Will. We desperately needed a family computer and couldn't afford to spend much money, so Black Friday sales were more of a necessity than anything else. In my desperation to make sure I got the coveted "Doorbuster" price, we arrived at midnight, hoping for good line position. Nope. We were around the block standing on a bridge over the wetlands that surrounded the strip mall. It was a terrible night, too. It drizzled freezing rain on us for hours as we waited for the store to open. It was miserable. Will was only 11 at the time, and I could tell he was wishing he hadn't asked to come. I ended up sending him back to the car to get out of the bad weather, but I stayed in line. Yes, I did get a computer... but I got pneumonia, too.
Nowadays, it is not so much a "Black Friday" shopping experience as it is a "Thanksgiving Weekend Shopping Insanity" nightmare. People camped out in front of stores for days at a time, sacrificing holiday family time in pursuit of the coveted "Doorbuster" that would be sold to them on Thanksgiving day itself... forcing others to give up their holiday in order to sell it to them. The true insanity comes from the fact that these days there is NO NEED to stand in those crazy lines to get the best price!
You can get the same prices ONLINE.
So, why in the world would you stand in line at some unreasonable hour now?
We are once again in the market for a new family computer; that 5 year old laptop has grown quite geriatric. So, after Thanksgiving was over and all dishes were done... Everyone winding down or heading to bed... I spent a couple of hours researching the best online "Black Friday But Really All Weekend Long" deals while lounging in PJs and eating a turkey sandwich. I bought a good computer at a decent sale price and it is being shipped to me, free of charge. No fuss, no muss... and no scary mob/pneumonia inducing craziness!
It's sad to see how something that used to be fun and adventurous has turned so greedy and monstrous. We really have no one to blame but ourselves. Retailers are out to make money. If crowds of idiots are willing to throw away tradition and flock to the stores to buy, buy, buy...
But not me.
Not ever again.
Black FRIDAY
Traditionally the day retailers are finally able to show black in their annual ledger. If they're lucky and have a good turnout.
Many years ago, when the kids were little bitty, Bill and I saw it as a game and adventure to get up around 3 am and go stand in line together outside the store doors with other crazy, adventure seeking shoppers and wait for the doors to open at 6 am. Back then, that was considered extreme behavior. We'd cuddle and laugh and sip hot cocoa while cheerfully chatting with the strangers around us. At around 5:30 to 5:45 am, we'd start to see latecomers try to sneak in line in front of us, but mostly they were repelled by the die-hards around us who had built a strong bond of early hour camaraderie. Once the doors opened up, we dashed inside like giddy children and had a frenzied blast buying up Christmas toys for our kids. Many shouts of "Merry Christmas!" were heard, and I would see shoppers help each other lift items into carts. We'd be out of there by 6:30 am, heading to breakfast at the local IHOP, and home again before the kids even awoke.
Those early years were fun times and I have fond memories of them. It didn't stay like that, however. Over the years, I started seeing disturbing behaviors amongst my fellow shoppers. Once, I saw two grown women fighting over one toy. That was a scene that repeated itself several more times. Another time, I saw a man cussing out a store employee for not having any more of the item he stood in line so long to purchase.
One year, I saw the doors break as the crowd surged in. That was the first time I felt scared. The crowd was massive that year. I can understand how dangerous a mob can be, because I was trapped in one that morning! My only concern that time was to simply stay upright and go with the flow that was literally pushing me along. I feared what might happen if I fell.
We stopped shopping Black Friday as a fun adventure after that.
Not as many years ago (5 years ago, in fact), I was standing in a Black Friday line; this time with my son, Will. We desperately needed a family computer and couldn't afford to spend much money, so Black Friday sales were more of a necessity than anything else. In my desperation to make sure I got the coveted "Doorbuster" price, we arrived at midnight, hoping for good line position. Nope. We were around the block standing on a bridge over the wetlands that surrounded the strip mall. It was a terrible night, too. It drizzled freezing rain on us for hours as we waited for the store to open. It was miserable. Will was only 11 at the time, and I could tell he was wishing he hadn't asked to come. I ended up sending him back to the car to get out of the bad weather, but I stayed in line. Yes, I did get a computer... but I got pneumonia, too.
Nowadays, it is not so much a "Black Friday" shopping experience as it is a "Thanksgiving Weekend Shopping Insanity" nightmare. People camped out in front of stores for days at a time, sacrificing holiday family time in pursuit of the coveted "Doorbuster" that would be sold to them on Thanksgiving day itself... forcing others to give up their holiday in order to sell it to them. The true insanity comes from the fact that these days there is NO NEED to stand in those crazy lines to get the best price!
You can get the same prices ONLINE.
So, why in the world would you stand in line at some unreasonable hour now?
We are once again in the market for a new family computer; that 5 year old laptop has grown quite geriatric. So, after Thanksgiving was over and all dishes were done... Everyone winding down or heading to bed... I spent a couple of hours researching the best online "Black Friday But Really All Weekend Long" deals while lounging in PJs and eating a turkey sandwich. I bought a good computer at a decent sale price and it is being shipped to me, free of charge. No fuss, no muss... and no scary mob/pneumonia inducing craziness!
It's sad to see how something that used to be fun and adventurous has turned so greedy and monstrous. We really have no one to blame but ourselves. Retailers are out to make money. If crowds of idiots are willing to throw away tradition and flock to the stores to buy, buy, buy...
But not me.
Not ever again.
Nineteen
Thanksgiving day was extra special this year, because it was also my daughter, Helena's, birthday. She is now nineteen. It is hard to believe that so much time has passed! I have so many memories of those years... and most of them good. It makes me happy to know that Helena still wants to spend time hanging out with me, going places or even just spending time together at home. I know that I am almost out of time for that. She is on the verge of "leaving the nest" and I won't get to share her life with her on a day-to-day basis much longer. Thinking of that makes me sad and I wish she could stay my little girl forever. But I am also excited for her to go out into the world and have her own adventures, too. So here is my Birthday Wish for my daughter;
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you (and yours)!
-An Old Irish Blessing
Happy Birthday, sweet girl! I love you!
My Awesome Car is Back!
I drove the weenie-mobile for nearly a month. I got my Explorer back the other day, just in time for a snow storm! Hurray!
During the weenie-mobile month, I came up with three reasons why I love my own car. They are Size, Technology, and Arm Rests.
Size does matter. In cars, anyways. I was always sort of embarrassed when walking up to that weenie car. One day this past week, when I arrived at school, I pulled into a parking stall between two SUVs. One of my students saw me get out of my rental car as he rode his bike to school and he said; "Hey, you're right, Mrs. Watson! That car is tiny!" Yup. Even a 10 year old thinks it's weenie.
But, before you think I am totally vain, it's not all about looks! That weenie car vibrated and thrummed to the very texture of the road surface. It was noisy and obnoxious! My Explorer is such a smooth and quiet ride in comparison! And, as I mentioned, I got my car back just in time for a snow storm. I much prefer having my heavy all wheel drive instead of that lightweight little thing.
Technology. You don't realize how much you rely on it until you feel its absence. I have come to rely on the buttons on my steering wheel to control the radio and my phone. I love that my phone is synced to my car! If my phone rings while I am driving, I can answer it with the push of a button on the steering wheel and the call is routed through the car's speakers. Bill and I came up with a code phrase to let him know he was on the car speaker system while I had passengers to make sure he didn't share something not meant for other's ears. I just answer the phone by saying, "Hi, Bill, you're live." The phone sync also means I can push a button and tell the car to call someone specific. The car will connect to my phone and dial for me. Complete hands free phone access!
With the phone sync I can also choose to play my own music rather than listen to the radio. I can tell the car to play a specific song, artist, genre, or playlist. Handy on long road trips for those of us who aren't willing to pay for satellite radio.
I also missed the sunroof. One whole month of perfect sunroof weather completely wasted! Phooey.
Arm Rests. You don't think much about them until you don't have them anymore! The weenie-mobile didn't have any and I was constantly at a loss over what to do with my elbows. I wanted something to rest them on. Bill doesn't like the armrests in the Explorer, because they are at the wrong height for him and he is constantly banging his elbows on them. But, they are just the right height for my elbows!
All in all, I am very happy to have my car back!
During the weenie-mobile month, I came up with three reasons why I love my own car. They are Size, Technology, and Arm Rests.
Size does matter. In cars, anyways. I was always sort of embarrassed when walking up to that weenie car. One day this past week, when I arrived at school, I pulled into a parking stall between two SUVs. One of my students saw me get out of my rental car as he rode his bike to school and he said; "Hey, you're right, Mrs. Watson! That car is tiny!" Yup. Even a 10 year old thinks it's weenie.
But, before you think I am totally vain, it's not all about looks! That weenie car vibrated and thrummed to the very texture of the road surface. It was noisy and obnoxious! My Explorer is such a smooth and quiet ride in comparison! And, as I mentioned, I got my car back just in time for a snow storm. I much prefer having my heavy all wheel drive instead of that lightweight little thing.
Technology. You don't realize how much you rely on it until you feel its absence. I have come to rely on the buttons on my steering wheel to control the radio and my phone. I love that my phone is synced to my car! If my phone rings while I am driving, I can answer it with the push of a button on the steering wheel and the call is routed through the car's speakers. Bill and I came up with a code phrase to let him know he was on the car speaker system while I had passengers to make sure he didn't share something not meant for other's ears. I just answer the phone by saying, "Hi, Bill, you're live." The phone sync also means I can push a button and tell the car to call someone specific. The car will connect to my phone and dial for me. Complete hands free phone access!
With the phone sync I can also choose to play my own music rather than listen to the radio. I can tell the car to play a specific song, artist, genre, or playlist. Handy on long road trips for those of us who aren't willing to pay for satellite radio.
I also missed the sunroof. One whole month of perfect sunroof weather completely wasted! Phooey.
Arm Rests. You don't think much about them until you don't have them anymore! The weenie-mobile didn't have any and I was constantly at a loss over what to do with my elbows. I wanted something to rest them on. Bill doesn't like the armrests in the Explorer, because they are at the wrong height for him and he is constantly banging his elbows on them. But, they are just the right height for my elbows!
All in all, I am very happy to have my car back!
Politics
I am really no good at politics. They are too hot headed for me. No matter how much you might think you know about any given politically charged topic, someone you know will try to 'set you straight' by hurling their own set of facts at you, usually damaging a friendship in the process.
You see, it is easy to get any manner of facts to support your particular spin on the lodestone topics involved. So, no matter what your personal take, you can find some article, some link, some incendiary set of facts to try to cram down other people's throats in the hope that they either see the error of their ways or choke on it.
So I try to steer well clear of it.
However, I cannot just pretend that politics don't exist. Oh, I wish that were so. But, try as I might to avoid them, I can't ignore the fact that we just had one of the most divisive elections in history. And the truth is, I do have opinions on things!
The one part of President Obama's administration that has had an immediate impact on my life is the health care act he sponsored. I have had the same health insurance for 13 years, now. For 12 years, it was rock solid, dependable, and all around awesome. Suddenly, with Obamacare, my insurance went from awesome to terrible. Our out of pocket expenses went up. Our coverage went down. I now have high deductibles for both medical and pharmaceuticals, forcing me to shell out nearly $1,000 in additional medical costs in the past 2 months alone on top of my really high premiums. The premiums are so high that the only monthly bill that is higher is our mortgage! It may be selfish of me, but I am not happy to know that I am now poorer so that other people can have some form of coverage. I worked hard to earn a degree. I worked hard to get a job with decent benefits. We weren't well off to begin with, either. Now we are struggling.
I was disturbed by the events of September 11th, 2012. In a nutshell, on the anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, a small group of terrorists attacked the US consulate in Benghazi, Libya, killing 4 Americans, including the US Ambassador, Chris Stevens. The terrorists claimed to be acting out of anger and retribution over some anti Muslim video created by an American. Rather than stand up for our citizens in the consulate, sending in troops, and demanding justice be done upon the terrorists responsible, President Obama apologized to the world for our First Amendment right to freedom of speech.
I haven't seen the video in question and it is probably ignorant and offensive. But the freedom to speak is not just the freedom to speak wisely and for the good of mankind. The First Amendment also protects the right to speak ignorantly. Imagine this as a playground disagreement. Bubba Ray says something ignorant and dumb to Sa'if. Sa'if turns to Sam and pushes him down and stomps on his head. Do we apologize to little Sa'if for Bobby being so ignorant? Or is there a more critical problem on this playground? Now, let's imagine that for some reason, we saw the whole thing coming. We knew Sa'if was about to push Sam down and stomp on his head, but we stood by and did nothing? In essence, that is what happened. There was advanced intelligence that something was brewing in Benghazi. Prior to the attack, the Marines had asked for reinforcements, and were denied.
I know there are lots of issues and hot topics out there that sway people politically. For me, these were the two that weighed most heavily for me.
I voted for Mitt Romney.
No, not because we share a religion. I don't really care what denomination our Commander-in-Chief adheres to. It does matter to me that he (or she) believes in God and prays for divine inspiration. However, I'm leery of President Obama because I am just not sure if he even believes there is a God. That is not why I voted for the other guy, though.
I voted for Mitt Romney because I believe that what our country needs is a successful businessman as a leader. Our country needs to work hard to get out of debt. Our country needs a strong economic leader. I saw what Mr. Romney did to save the 2002 Olympic Games. The games (held right in my back yard, as it were) were mired in scandal, debt, and corruption. It was a massive embarrassment for America on the world stage. Mitt Romney was called in to fix the problem. He did. I remember people screamed about it at first, but everyone was overjoyed when, within a year, he had turned it around and made the Olympics successful, profitable, and an American success story. This is one fact I know because I watched it unfold right in front of me.
It has been amazing to me all the bitter attacks against Mr. Romney over his wealth and his taxes. People seemed truly incensed that he had so much money and paid "so little" in taxes.
I can't help but wonder if all those angry people, at tax time, sit down and say, "Gee, I could use the tax code to legally reduce my tax burden but I'm not going to. I think I will pay more than I am legally bound to, because it is just the right thing to do!"
So, really, in this case, their anger is misplaced. They shouldn't be angry at Mr. Romney for using the current tax code to his advantage (something that we ALL do as much as we are able), but rather, they should be upset WITH THE TAX CODE ITSELF. Which, of course, Mr. Romney did not write. Personally, I think the entire tax code should be abolished and a flat tax imposed. Say, 5% for personal income tax. Rich or poor. Just pay 5%. No loopholes. No deductions. No tax credits. You made $1,000 this year? Pay $50 in taxes. $100,000? Pay $5,000. Businesses and corporations could pay a flat tax of 8-15% based on how much they keep their company off the grid. Use less non-renewable natural resources? Move down the % scale on tax burden.
I'm sure this outlook is overly simplistic and I probably know someone that would shoot it down and go into great detail about why it would never work. Which is why I usually just keep my mouth shut about anything with even a whiff of political stink.
Or how about this one? "Gosh, I sure do seem to have too much money. I think I will just give it all away no one can blame me for being wealthy."
Since when did it become a crime to be rich? I may be wrong, but I grew up playing Life, where we were all striving to make it to Millionaire Estates. Did I miss the memo? Are we not all trying to reach financial independence and wealth anymore? That's what I still daydream about. Mr. Romney has managed to get to "Millionaire Estates" in the real game of Life; he didn't inherit his money, and he earned it legally. I guess we just have a bunch of sore losers in this country who figure he doesn't deserve his wealth because we haven't made it to Millionaire Estates ourselves.
But, really, none of this matters, because he was not elected. President Obama was re-elected. Yet our country is still very divided. Half the country wished it was the other guy.
I won't talk or write about politics any more (until the next election cycle, that is). There is lots more I could express my opinion on, but this has been quite long winded enough as it is. So I will let it rest.
Still, I hope and pray for better tomorrows. And I will pray for our President. But I am worried, even if I don't talk about it.
You see, it is easy to get any manner of facts to support your particular spin on the lodestone topics involved. So, no matter what your personal take, you can find some article, some link, some incendiary set of facts to try to cram down other people's throats in the hope that they either see the error of their ways or choke on it.
So I try to steer well clear of it.
However, I cannot just pretend that politics don't exist. Oh, I wish that were so. But, try as I might to avoid them, I can't ignore the fact that we just had one of the most divisive elections in history. And the truth is, I do have opinions on things!
The one part of President Obama's administration that has had an immediate impact on my life is the health care act he sponsored. I have had the same health insurance for 13 years, now. For 12 years, it was rock solid, dependable, and all around awesome. Suddenly, with Obamacare, my insurance went from awesome to terrible. Our out of pocket expenses went up. Our coverage went down. I now have high deductibles for both medical and pharmaceuticals, forcing me to shell out nearly $1,000 in additional medical costs in the past 2 months alone on top of my really high premiums. The premiums are so high that the only monthly bill that is higher is our mortgage! It may be selfish of me, but I am not happy to know that I am now poorer so that other people can have some form of coverage. I worked hard to earn a degree. I worked hard to get a job with decent benefits. We weren't well off to begin with, either. Now we are struggling.
I was disturbed by the events of September 11th, 2012. In a nutshell, on the anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, a small group of terrorists attacked the US consulate in Benghazi, Libya, killing 4 Americans, including the US Ambassador, Chris Stevens. The terrorists claimed to be acting out of anger and retribution over some anti Muslim video created by an American. Rather than stand up for our citizens in the consulate, sending in troops, and demanding justice be done upon the terrorists responsible, President Obama apologized to the world for our First Amendment right to freedom of speech.
I haven't seen the video in question and it is probably ignorant and offensive. But the freedom to speak is not just the freedom to speak wisely and for the good of mankind. The First Amendment also protects the right to speak ignorantly. Imagine this as a playground disagreement. Bubba Ray says something ignorant and dumb to Sa'if. Sa'if turns to Sam and pushes him down and stomps on his head. Do we apologize to little Sa'if for Bobby being so ignorant? Or is there a more critical problem on this playground? Now, let's imagine that for some reason, we saw the whole thing coming. We knew Sa'if was about to push Sam down and stomp on his head, but we stood by and did nothing? In essence, that is what happened. There was advanced intelligence that something was brewing in Benghazi. Prior to the attack, the Marines had asked for reinforcements, and were denied.
I know there are lots of issues and hot topics out there that sway people politically. For me, these were the two that weighed most heavily for me.
I voted for Mitt Romney.
No, not because we share a religion. I don't really care what denomination our Commander-in-Chief adheres to. It does matter to me that he (or she) believes in God and prays for divine inspiration. However, I'm leery of President Obama because I am just not sure if he even believes there is a God. That is not why I voted for the other guy, though.
I voted for Mitt Romney because I believe that what our country needs is a successful businessman as a leader. Our country needs to work hard to get out of debt. Our country needs a strong economic leader. I saw what Mr. Romney did to save the 2002 Olympic Games. The games (held right in my back yard, as it were) were mired in scandal, debt, and corruption. It was a massive embarrassment for America on the world stage. Mitt Romney was called in to fix the problem. He did. I remember people screamed about it at first, but everyone was overjoyed when, within a year, he had turned it around and made the Olympics successful, profitable, and an American success story. This is one fact I know because I watched it unfold right in front of me.
It has been amazing to me all the bitter attacks against Mr. Romney over his wealth and his taxes. People seemed truly incensed that he had so much money and paid "so little" in taxes.
I can't help but wonder if all those angry people, at tax time, sit down and say, "Gee, I could use the tax code to legally reduce my tax burden but I'm not going to. I think I will pay more than I am legally bound to, because it is just the right thing to do!"
So, really, in this case, their anger is misplaced. They shouldn't be angry at Mr. Romney for using the current tax code to his advantage (something that we ALL do as much as we are able), but rather, they should be upset WITH THE TAX CODE ITSELF. Which, of course, Mr. Romney did not write. Personally, I think the entire tax code should be abolished and a flat tax imposed. Say, 5% for personal income tax. Rich or poor. Just pay 5%. No loopholes. No deductions. No tax credits. You made $1,000 this year? Pay $50 in taxes. $100,000? Pay $5,000. Businesses and corporations could pay a flat tax of 8-15% based on how much they keep their company off the grid. Use less non-renewable natural resources? Move down the % scale on tax burden.
I'm sure this outlook is overly simplistic and I probably know someone that would shoot it down and go into great detail about why it would never work. Which is why I usually just keep my mouth shut about anything with even a whiff of political stink.
Or how about this one? "Gosh, I sure do seem to have too much money. I think I will just give it all away no one can blame me for being wealthy."
Since when did it become a crime to be rich? I may be wrong, but I grew up playing Life, where we were all striving to make it to Millionaire Estates. Did I miss the memo? Are we not all trying to reach financial independence and wealth anymore? That's what I still daydream about. Mr. Romney has managed to get to "Millionaire Estates" in the real game of Life; he didn't inherit his money, and he earned it legally. I guess we just have a bunch of sore losers in this country who figure he doesn't deserve his wealth because we haven't made it to Millionaire Estates ourselves.
But, really, none of this matters, because he was not elected. President Obama was re-elected. Yet our country is still very divided. Half the country wished it was the other guy.
I won't talk or write about politics any more (until the next election cycle, that is). There is lots more I could express my opinion on, but this has been quite long winded enough as it is. So I will let it rest.
Still, I hope and pray for better tomorrows. And I will pray for our President. But I am worried, even if I don't talk about it.
Anything that can go wrong...
You know the saying.
This is a grump-fest post. Please don't feel like you need to cheer me up or anything. Sometimes I just need to write down some of the stuff banging around in my head to make it stop bothering me. Believe me, once I finish this post, I will feel lots better and I'll be able to move on cheerfully. First, though, a rant.
Why is it that bad stuff all happens a once? I mean, really?!
This is a grump-fest post. Please don't feel like you need to cheer me up or anything. Sometimes I just need to write down some of the stuff banging around in my head to make it stop bothering me. Believe me, once I finish this post, I will feel lots better and I'll be able to move on cheerfully. First, though, a rant.
Why is it that bad stuff all happens a once? I mean, really?!
- You already know my new car is in the body shop getting plastic surgery after an unfortunate incident that messed up its tail end. Still not back.
- You also already know I hate my weenie-mobile rental car. Now more than ever for reasons about to be revealed.
- Monday, Will drove to school and accidentally left the parking lights on in the Expedition, which killed the battery. Dead as a doornail (what a weird phrase!). Do you know how long it takes to use a weenie-mobile battery to jump start a big beastly Expedition battery? A little over 40 minutes. Since we were in the mostly empty school parking lot... no sweat.
- This morning, while Will was driving to school, the Expedition suddenly lost power everything (steering and electrics), then died on him when he managed to get it pulled mostly onto the side of the road. He was blocking the right turn lane, but at least he was out of the middle of the road, right?
- Automotive gymnastics was not on my to-do list today, but I still managed to get the weenie-mobile nose to nose with the Expedition despite all the other drivers on the road looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Oh, and to get the full visual, be sure to put me in pajamas!
- Trying to jump start an elephant like the Expedition with a mouse like the weenie-mobile in the middle of traffic during morning rush hour? Not on my list of fun activities for the day. It didn't work, of course, because we didn't have 40 minutes to sit around and wait for a big enough charge to build up.
- Don't you think tow companies are in the business of coming to the rescue of stranded motorists? If you thought so, you'd be as wrong as I was. I was told by two different companies that they "didn't have time to come out to tow my car".
- I can feel more expenses coming on with these new car troubles.
- Helena's phone is on the blink (it only works sporadically at this point), so she missed the text from her boss telling her that the shifts had been changed and why wasn't she at work today?
- Helena also managed to fall on the stairs today while home alone and is now sporting wicked scabs and bruises all over her legs and feet. (I am truly glad it wasn't worse! What if she'd broken a leg while all alone at home! Poor girl.)
- Will's friend, Dallan, actually DID break his leg yesterday. He'll require surgery that sidelines him for the entire skiing season. Poor boy! Dallan is Will's best skiing buddy, so I know Will's bummed, too.
- Will has been given an "Unexcused Absence" by his English teacher for leaving class early. That freezes his grade until he goes to Attendance School TWICE. An unexcused absence is considered a sluff and carries double penalty. Each attendance school session costs $5.
- I've had a dead toe nail ever since the half Ironman back in August. Could it just fall off already?!?
- And to top it all of? I HAVE A STUPID COLD SORE! Gah!
See. I feel better already.
PS: I do need to say this...
As Will and I were stuck on the side of the road, desperately trying to figure out how to get out of the way of traffic and get the dumb Expedition back home, Liz M (Bill's niece) happened to drive by in her (nicer, newer, better-er) Expedition and asked if we needed a tow!
!!!!
Hooray for Liz!!!!
I sent Will home in the rental while I rode in our Expedition as Liz towed it back home. She was my life saver this morning and completely turned a disastrous situation around!!! (Note to self: I was very impressed that Liz just happened to have a tow rope in her car. I should get one and put it in my car, just in case...... whenever I get my car back, that is)
PPS: I also need to say this...
When Bill got home from work this evening, he used his gargantuan work truck to jump start the Expedition and then left them hooked up charging the battery for a couple of hours. That should keep the Expedition running until Saturday, when he can take it in to have the battery and alternator checked.
PPPS: Really, I'm just about done...
Can you tell that some of my rants are just silly? Those are my way of humorizing my life. If you can't laugh at yourself, life is pretty grim.
The Longest Day
This has been a LONG week! I swear, each day seemed to be stretched out into two days.
I think that is pretty normal when you have a regular work week immediately after a long weekend. We had fall break last week, so I only worked two days last week. It made this week seem quite long.
However, add in a bit of under the weather yuckiness? This week was tough!
Early in the week I thought I was coming down with a cold. I felt achy and sort of feverish, but I plowed on with my work week because the only thing worse than being sick is having to arrange sub plans. You never see teachers abusing sick days like you do in other professions, because staying home sick only adds to the workload. Writing sub plans is enough added work that if I'm actually contemplating doing it, I'm practically ready for hospitalization. So, all week long I dragged myself out of bed, aches and all, and dragged myself into work, always a little off sync and slightly behind schedule.
It turns out, it wasn't a cold.
It was a bladder infection.
It became obvious that I'd have to go to the doctor about mid way through the day today. I scheduled the appointment, and then slogged through the rest of my classes. MAN! I think time slowed down as the afternoon dragged on! I couldn't wait to get home, pull on some sweats, and curl up on my bed.
The work day did finally end, and my boss even let me duck out early and skip my prep period. The doctor's office verified the diagnosis, and now I am curled up in said sweats waiting for Bill to bring home some Rubio's for me.
I have a scrip now for antibiotics to get rid of the infection. Antibiotics are really one of the greatest inventions of mankind! Think off all the lives saved by antibiotics! Not that my life is in jeopardy, of course. But, man! I was actually happy for the positive test results because it meant that I could take antibiotics to make it go away. I remember going in to the doctor's office not to long ago hoping that I had strep throat, because then I could take antibiotics and the pain would go away quickly. At that time I wasn't lucky. That time it was something viral, so I had to just sweat it out. No antibiotics.
Good timing with the meds, too. I have a weekend for them to take effect and I should be feeling just fine when it is time to go back to work next week.
I think that is pretty normal when you have a regular work week immediately after a long weekend. We had fall break last week, so I only worked two days last week. It made this week seem quite long.
However, add in a bit of under the weather yuckiness? This week was tough!
Early in the week I thought I was coming down with a cold. I felt achy and sort of feverish, but I plowed on with my work week because the only thing worse than being sick is having to arrange sub plans. You never see teachers abusing sick days like you do in other professions, because staying home sick only adds to the workload. Writing sub plans is enough added work that if I'm actually contemplating doing it, I'm practically ready for hospitalization. So, all week long I dragged myself out of bed, aches and all, and dragged myself into work, always a little off sync and slightly behind schedule.
It turns out, it wasn't a cold.
It was a bladder infection.
It became obvious that I'd have to go to the doctor about mid way through the day today. I scheduled the appointment, and then slogged through the rest of my classes. MAN! I think time slowed down as the afternoon dragged on! I couldn't wait to get home, pull on some sweats, and curl up on my bed.
The work day did finally end, and my boss even let me duck out early and skip my prep period. The doctor's office verified the diagnosis, and now I am curled up in said sweats waiting for Bill to bring home some Rubio's for me.
I have a scrip now for antibiotics to get rid of the infection. Antibiotics are really one of the greatest inventions of mankind! Think off all the lives saved by antibiotics! Not that my life is in jeopardy, of course. But, man! I was actually happy for the positive test results because it meant that I could take antibiotics to make it go away. I remember going in to the doctor's office not to long ago hoping that I had strep throat, because then I could take antibiotics and the pain would go away quickly. At that time I wasn't lucky. That time it was something viral, so I had to just sweat it out. No antibiotics.
Good timing with the meds, too. I have a weekend for them to take effect and I should be feeling just fine when it is time to go back to work next week.
The Weenie-Mobile Syndrome
I got a rental car when I took my Explorer into the shop for repairs.
It would be nice if they gave me something comparable to what I drive. Some small to mid-sized SUV, like that awesome Jeep Grand Cherokee the rental company gave me for a week after the Alero got totaled. That thing was NICE! But, of course, the only reason they gave me such a nice rental that time around is that they made a mistake and upgraded me as an apology. This time, since there were no mistakes, I got the cheap "weenie-mobile" rental that is covered by insurance.
Harrumph.
It is a Mazda2. When Bill got home on the first night we had it, he laughingly pointed out that he'd had no idea that Mazda made anything smaller than the Mazda3. He jokingly asked why I didn't just get the Mazda1.5? Ha ha, funny man.
This car is seriously small. It is rather ridiculous that it actually has 4 doors. Looking at it, it doesn't look like there is enough room under the hood to actually house a motor, and the "boot" is nearly non-existent. But it gets me from point A to point B, so I guess it will have to do until my car comes back home.
I have noticed an interesting phenomenon while driving it, however. I call it "The Weenie-Mobile Syndrome".
I drive the same roads to and from work every day. I drive the same speeds that I have been accustomed to driving in my Explorer, except now I am in a little fluff of a car. The difference is, now everyone is blasting past me like I am some annoying little bug in their way! When I am in my Explorer (going the exact same speeds on the exact same roads, mind you), no one tries to pass me... in fact, I am the one passing others right and left! (I may have forgotten to mention that I drive on the fast side of the speed limit; just under the cop's "Holy Crap! I've got to stop that maniac!" tolerance levels)
Since I have not changed my driving habits, I can only conclude that people react differently around "Weenie-Mobiles" than they do around SUVs. I told Bill about this, and he said "Now you know how I feel!"
He drives a LARGE work truck. Something in between a large dually and a semi tractor in size.
Think about your driving habits around large work trucks. Don't you hustle to get in front of them in order to avoid having to stop behind them at a light? I admit, I am guilty of it. Bill says people cut him off ALL THE TIME. But, I hadn't realized that people are contemptuous of little "weenie-mobiles" and it shows up in their driving.
It's a good thing this is temporary. I can't wait to get my own car back!
...and Now He Drives!
I briefly mentioned in the post titled "First Accident" that Will has his driver's license. He took driver's ed over the summer (early June, in fact), but only finished up the road portion of the class in early October because the school got backlogged and didn't get around to scheduling him until then. Yeah. I signed him up for SUMMER driver's ed so I could have a full week of early morning road tests done DURING our busy school schedule. Thanks for that!
Anyways, he completed it just fine and was able to get his driver's license over the weekend. Today was the first day there was a car available for him to drive himself to school. We have two cars. I drive one to work (which is currently a 'weenie-mobile' rental car while my damaged car gets repaired), and the other is for whomever in the family needs it at the time. Sometimes Bill takes it off into the mountains for adventuring, but usually it is used by Helena to get to and from work. Now, it is also for Will to get himself to and from school. So, we have to plan out the week in advance to see where everyone needs to be, and when. If Helena doesn't work until afternoon/evening shift, then Will can take the car to school. If Helena works morning shift, Will is out of luck and I drive him to school.
This is not an easy thing for me; letting my youngest son drive.
Fourteen and a half years ago, my youngest brother was 16 years old, and just 3 months into having his driver's license when he was killed in a car accident. That was a dark and difficult time for everyone in our family and I hesitate to even bring it up, for fear of bringing my mother pain. I know she reads this blog.
A tragedy like that is something you never truly 'get over'. Will was only 2 years old at the time, so he never got to know the uncle of whom he reminds me.
Because he does.
There is much in Will's personality that is similar to my little brother, Kris. Will has a sensitive soul. He is empathetic in a way that is rare in someone so young. Kris was the same way. Sometimes, I even thought his features were similar. So, I have seen echoes of my little brother within my son as he has grown.
And now he is driving.
It makes me extra nervous, beyond the norm. Last weekend's car accident didn't help, either. I wish I knew how long it will take me to become okay with him driving. Three months? Six? A year? Until he is 18?
Never?! Gah! I hope not!
I am grateful for the probationary nature of new driver's licenses here. Besides night-time restrictions (no driving from midnight to 5 am), he is also not allowed to have ANY passengers other than family members for the first 6 months. This is supposed to eliminate showboating for peers during the first months of building driving experience. The woman who issued him his license was also kind enough to remind him that, until he is 18, his driver's license belongs to his parents, who can take it away from him at any time and for any reason.
He drove to school for the first time, today. He left 30 minutes early to avoid the "rush hour" parking situation at the high school parking lot and texted me upon his safe arrival. After school, he went to see teachers about improving his grades... and to allow the parking lot to empty out before he drove home. That will be the routine until further notice.
I can't and won't stop him from driving. It is part of growing up and I can't deny him an important part of that transition from childhood to adulthood.
But, oh! It is hard.
Anyways, he completed it just fine and was able to get his driver's license over the weekend. Today was the first day there was a car available for him to drive himself to school. We have two cars. I drive one to work (which is currently a 'weenie-mobile' rental car while my damaged car gets repaired), and the other is for whomever in the family needs it at the time. Sometimes Bill takes it off into the mountains for adventuring, but usually it is used by Helena to get to and from work. Now, it is also for Will to get himself to and from school. So, we have to plan out the week in advance to see where everyone needs to be, and when. If Helena doesn't work until afternoon/evening shift, then Will can take the car to school. If Helena works morning shift, Will is out of luck and I drive him to school.
This is not an easy thing for me; letting my youngest son drive.
Fourteen and a half years ago, my youngest brother was 16 years old, and just 3 months into having his driver's license when he was killed in a car accident. That was a dark and difficult time for everyone in our family and I hesitate to even bring it up, for fear of bringing my mother pain. I know she reads this blog.
A tragedy like that is something you never truly 'get over'. Will was only 2 years old at the time, so he never got to know the uncle of whom he reminds me.
Because he does.
There is much in Will's personality that is similar to my little brother, Kris. Will has a sensitive soul. He is empathetic in a way that is rare in someone so young. Kris was the same way. Sometimes, I even thought his features were similar. So, I have seen echoes of my little brother within my son as he has grown.
And now he is driving.
It makes me extra nervous, beyond the norm. Last weekend's car accident didn't help, either. I wish I knew how long it will take me to become okay with him driving. Three months? Six? A year? Until he is 18?
Never?! Gah! I hope not!
I am grateful for the probationary nature of new driver's licenses here. Besides night-time restrictions (no driving from midnight to 5 am), he is also not allowed to have ANY passengers other than family members for the first 6 months. This is supposed to eliminate showboating for peers during the first months of building driving experience. The woman who issued him his license was also kind enough to remind him that, until he is 18, his driver's license belongs to his parents, who can take it away from him at any time and for any reason.
He drove to school for the first time, today. He left 30 minutes early to avoid the "rush hour" parking situation at the high school parking lot and texted me upon his safe arrival. After school, he went to see teachers about improving his grades... and to allow the parking lot to empty out before he drove home. That will be the routine until further notice.
I can't and won't stop him from driving. It is part of growing up and I can't deny him an important part of that transition from childhood to adulthood.
But, oh! It is hard.
By the Numbers
It is absolutely amazing how awesome I feel after working out. No, really!
I feel taller. Sexier. Stronger. Happier. Prettier. Skinnier. And just all around GOOD.
There is no drug better than endorphins. You wanna get high? EXERCISE!
I still have 20 lbs to lose. The numbers on the scale are stubborn little buggers. But I don't let them get me down, because I have some other really awesome numbers for you...
I can sustain 155+ bpm (heart Beats Per Minute) for well over an hour on a daily basis.
My resting heart rate fluctuates between 45-55 bpm. That is rockstar! An average healthy person's resting heart rate is 60-90 bpm. 45-55 bpm is endurance athlete level. That makes me feel amazing!
My blood pressure is consistently below 120/80. Usually about 116/75. That is also rockstar!
I can run a flat 5K (3.1 miles) in under 28 minutes and a 10K with light hills in one hour.
I'm at about 16.5-17.5 mph on my bike training.
I can get a short lane 100m swim done in under 2 min. and my longest swim to date is 3000m.
So, if the numbers on the scale are getting you down, start paying attention to other numbers in your life. You'll soon find something to cheer about!
And, by all means, get out there and get high...
... on exercise!
I feel taller. Sexier. Stronger. Happier. Prettier. Skinnier. And just all around GOOD.
There is no drug better than endorphins. You wanna get high? EXERCISE!
I still have 20 lbs to lose. The numbers on the scale are stubborn little buggers. But I don't let them get me down, because I have some other really awesome numbers for you...
I can sustain 155+ bpm (heart Beats Per Minute) for well over an hour on a daily basis.
My resting heart rate fluctuates between 45-55 bpm. That is rockstar! An average healthy person's resting heart rate is 60-90 bpm. 45-55 bpm is endurance athlete level. That makes me feel amazing!
My blood pressure is consistently below 120/80. Usually about 116/75. That is also rockstar!
I can run a flat 5K (3.1 miles) in under 28 minutes and a 10K with light hills in one hour.
I'm at about 16.5-17.5 mph on my bike training.
I can get a short lane 100m swim done in under 2 min. and my longest swim to date is 3000m.
So, if the numbers on the scale are getting you down, start paying attention to other numbers in your life. You'll soon find something to cheer about!
And, by all means, get out there and get high...
... on exercise!
First Accident
If you think about it, we are all a little crazy. We all strap ourselves into moving metal boxes and travel around KNOWING that eventually the odds are that we will crash. Someone will do something stupid - maybe you, maybe me - and two cars will collide. We wouldn't bother throwing our money at car insurance, otherwise.
Accidents happen. They are a fact of life. A fact that we all acknowledge subconsciously as we go about our lives.
Late Friday night (okay, it was actually early Saturday morning according to the clock), Will was hungry. He wanted to fix some food, but the kitchen is right next to the master bedroom and my husband, Bill, was asleep. I suggested that Helena drive him to Wendy's late night drive through and chucked a $10 bill at them. Will actually just got his driver's license that very day, but a brand new under 18 license in the state of Utah comes with restrictions. One of those restrictions is no driving from midnight to 5 am. So, if he wanted to go, he had to have Helena drive him. They left around 12:15 am.
At approximately 12:45 am, Bill's phone started to ring... loudly! I had been in the bathroom scrubbing my face. I don't usually answer Bill's phone, but it was so loud and it was so late, I decided to look at the caller ID.
It was Helena.
I quickly answered it to receive the phone call that every parent dreads.
Helena and Will had been in a car accident.
My heart sunk to the floor! I quickly got from her reassurances that both she and Will were not hurt. Then I found out that she had decided to take my car. My NEW car. I asked her if it was her fault. She told me in a shaky voice that she didn't know, but she thought it might be.
Oh! I was MAD! She told me where she was and I told her to hold tight, that I'd be right there.
It was a dark and stormy night. When I got to the scene of the accident, I could see the damage to my car, but I couldn't see any other vehicle. That confused me. I pulled up behind the kids so my headlights could shine on the damage and I set my hazard blinkers.
All my anger bled away when I got to Helena. She was crying and saying "I'm so sorry!" over and over. My poor baby! I just stood there in the rain, holding and comforting her while she cried.
She pointed out where the other car was, about 2 blocks away on the other side of the street and told me her story. She was pulling left out of Wendy's drive through when the tail of the car was hit by another car in the closest lane to the curb. She pulled over right away and immediately started panicking, saying "Mom's gonna kill me!" She didn't know what to do. She started trying to call me right away. She tried 7 times. Because I was in the bathroom, I didn't hear my phone (which is habitually set to vibrate) in the living room. That's when she decided to try her Dad's phone number.
As Helena was standing around looking at the damage to the car and wondering what to do, two young gentlemen in a pickup truck stopped and asked her if she needed help. She briefly told them what happened and they drove over to the other vehicle to check on its occupant(s). When they returned to Helena, they told her that NO ONE WAS IN THE OTHER CAR! They advised her to call the cops. Once they knew her mom was on the way, they took their leave.
I got on the scene about 10-15 minutes after the accident. Once I calmed Helena down and told her it would be alright, I called 911. By the time the local police arrived, it had been over 20 minutes since the crash.
The police confirmed that the other car was vacant. So weird! The police were as puzzled as we were. After having Helena fill out an accident report, the officer sent us home, telling me I could call her during the next graveyard shift to find out if they had located the other driver.
We had all sorts of theories about why the other driver would bail like that.
Accidents happen. They are a fact of life. A fact that we all acknowledge subconsciously as we go about our lives.
Late Friday night (okay, it was actually early Saturday morning according to the clock), Will was hungry. He wanted to fix some food, but the kitchen is right next to the master bedroom and my husband, Bill, was asleep. I suggested that Helena drive him to Wendy's late night drive through and chucked a $10 bill at them. Will actually just got his driver's license that very day, but a brand new under 18 license in the state of Utah comes with restrictions. One of those restrictions is no driving from midnight to 5 am. So, if he wanted to go, he had to have Helena drive him. They left around 12:15 am.
At approximately 12:45 am, Bill's phone started to ring... loudly! I had been in the bathroom scrubbing my face. I don't usually answer Bill's phone, but it was so loud and it was so late, I decided to look at the caller ID.
It was Helena.
I quickly answered it to receive the phone call that every parent dreads.
Helena and Will had been in a car accident.
My heart sunk to the floor! I quickly got from her reassurances that both she and Will were not hurt. Then I found out that she had decided to take my car. My NEW car. I asked her if it was her fault. She told me in a shaky voice that she didn't know, but she thought it might be.
Oh! I was MAD! She told me where she was and I told her to hold tight, that I'd be right there.
It was a dark and stormy night. When I got to the scene of the accident, I could see the damage to my car, but I couldn't see any other vehicle. That confused me. I pulled up behind the kids so my headlights could shine on the damage and I set my hazard blinkers.
All my anger bled away when I got to Helena. She was crying and saying "I'm so sorry!" over and over. My poor baby! I just stood there in the rain, holding and comforting her while she cried.
She pointed out where the other car was, about 2 blocks away on the other side of the street and told me her story. She was pulling left out of Wendy's drive through when the tail of the car was hit by another car in the closest lane to the curb. She pulled over right away and immediately started panicking, saying "Mom's gonna kill me!" She didn't know what to do. She started trying to call me right away. She tried 7 times. Because I was in the bathroom, I didn't hear my phone (which is habitually set to vibrate) in the living room. That's when she decided to try her Dad's phone number.
As Helena was standing around looking at the damage to the car and wondering what to do, two young gentlemen in a pickup truck stopped and asked her if she needed help. She briefly told them what happened and they drove over to the other vehicle to check on its occupant(s). When they returned to Helena, they told her that NO ONE WAS IN THE OTHER CAR! They advised her to call the cops. Once they knew her mom was on the way, they took their leave.
I got on the scene about 10-15 minutes after the accident. Once I calmed Helena down and told her it would be alright, I called 911. By the time the local police arrived, it had been over 20 minutes since the crash.
The police confirmed that the other car was vacant. So weird! The police were as puzzled as we were. After having Helena fill out an accident report, the officer sent us home, telling me I could call her during the next graveyard shift to find out if they had located the other driver.
We had all sorts of theories about why the other driver would bail like that.
- Avoiding a DUI.
- Underage/No license/joyriding with Mom's car.
- A combo of 1 & 2.
- A freshly "hot" car.
- A warrant out for his/her arrest.
Okay, so that last one was a stretch. I have a hard time picturing a warrant dodging Nissan Cube owner.
It turned out, none of them were the case. The driver/owner of the other car was just an odd duck. She claims that she sat in her car for 10 minutes, but never saw the driver of the other vehicle, so she got out and started walking for home. Really? She has a 2010 Cube, but no cell phone? And walking for home one town over is somehow a better alternative than asking the workers at the convenience store (or the McD's, or the Wendy's) RIGHT THERE to call the police for her? She earned a citation for leaving the scene of an accident for that stunt.
Anyways, once I got everybody back home, I woke Bill up and told him the news, mostly so he wouldn't be shocked by the damage to the car when he stepped out to go to work the next morning. Then I spent another hour talking to Helena about how lucky they'd been that the hit was to the back of the car and not where they were sitting...
... and to reassure her that, yes, this is a huge deal right now, and we'll get through it.
That's just it. We will get through this. It was scary, she needs to be more careful, and it is a big hassle with insurance and repairs and rental cars...
... but there will come a day a year from now when we can look back on this and realize that we did get through it and we did move on. And there will be a day 5 years from now when we will realize that this accident wasn't even a very big deal in the whole scope of a lifetime.
She and Will are both home safe and sound, and that is really all that matters.
Fall
I'm sorry. I've slacked off in my journaling. I've had several post ideas, but I was never at a computer when the thought came, and I forgot my awesome ideas once I was sitting at a computer.
And so it goes.
I thought I'd write about fall, today.
I had a hard time letting go of summer this year. It was really such an awesome summer! The best one I've had in many years! I'm already looking forward to next summer... it was that good.
Still, autumn is nice, too. In fact, I can now go running in early afternoon without giving myself heat stroke. But it is starting to get too chilly for biking because I am a wimp. I don't like being cold. Bill will put on extra layers and go out there even when it is fre-jeezing. Not me. No thanks. I'll go to a spin class, instead. Fortunately, there is a 6 pm spinning class every M-Th.
Same thing goes for running. Once it drops below 45 degrees outside, I'm an indoor girl! I was going to go trail running this morning, but it was 34 degrees. So I ran on a treadmill, instead. Then I swam laps in the pool, which is now indoors, too! Our local pool is convertible. In the summer it is outdoor, the rest of the year, there is a bubble over it. Not very attractive, but very effective!
I packed up my gym bag this morning with everything I thought I'd need. Plastic bag for sweaty running clothes, swim "toys", swimsuit & towel, and clothes to wear home. The one thing I forgot? Sandals for the walk home. Call me crazy, but I don't want to put my sweaty running shoes back on my damp feet after swimming! So I walked home barefoot. I did that all the time over the summer, and today was nice enough that it was fine, but I better start getting in the habit of packing them before winter sets in! I do NOT want to hoof it home barefoot in the snow! Sandals? Sure! Barefoot? No.
*****
The leaves in the canyons are starting to fade already. Their colorful display is nearly over and the trees down here in the valley are just starting to turn.
Bill and I went on a road bike ride together last Monday up Provo canyon and South Fork canyon. The Provo canyon portion was on the Provo River Parkway Trail (PRPT). It is a beautiful trail! I really think I'm going to go run it sometime this coming week. However, it is a little frustrating on a bike because of all the runners on it... and all the "Freds" who use the trail.
I learned recently that mountain bikers have a lingo for road bikers and recreational bikers, in other words, all cyclists who aren't cool enough to be mountain bikers. Road cyclists are "roadies". Bill tells me I'm one of those. Recreational riders are "Fred". You can tell them apart by the coolness level of their bike, their cycling etiquette, and by what they wear when riding. A "roadie" has a respectable bike, follows the rules of the road, and is wearing cycling gear. "Freds" are on heavy WalMart-esque bikes, often ride on the wrong side of the street &/or on the sidewalk, and usually wear a cotton t-shirt and cargo shorts. Helmets with "Freds" are about 50/50. All other bikers are hard core enough to always wear a helmet.
Anyways, back to the PRPT. We had to slow down every time we passed a runner. And the "Freds" had a hard time following the paint designated lanes on the trail and would often come coasting down the hill at us in our lane, causing some consternation.
Still, it was a beautiful ride!
You might wonder why we even took the trail instead of riding on the road like true "roadies".
The Provo Canyon highway is under construction and has signs up prohibiting cycling in the construction zone. So the trail was the only option going up.
Once we reached Vivian Park and the end of the PRPT, we turned into a side canyon (South Fork) and rode up it to the top. Or, at least, until we ran out of public road. That side canyon had a lot of hill climbing! At first I was not happy about that, but after a while, I started enjoying it! Sure, it was really hard, but I was so proud of myself for being able to do it! Just a year ago I would not have been able to climb it! We climbed 1,200+ feet in just over 10 miles of riding. 2/3 of that in the second 5 miles.
Yes, it was beautiful! And, yes, the downhill 10+ miles were exceptionally fun! Round trip we traveled 21 miles.
And so it goes.
I thought I'd write about fall, today.
I had a hard time letting go of summer this year. It was really such an awesome summer! The best one I've had in many years! I'm already looking forward to next summer... it was that good.
Still, autumn is nice, too. In fact, I can now go running in early afternoon without giving myself heat stroke. But it is starting to get too chilly for biking because I am a wimp. I don't like being cold. Bill will put on extra layers and go out there even when it is fre-jeezing. Not me. No thanks. I'll go to a spin class, instead. Fortunately, there is a 6 pm spinning class every M-Th.
Same thing goes for running. Once it drops below 45 degrees outside, I'm an indoor girl! I was going to go trail running this morning, but it was 34 degrees. So I ran on a treadmill, instead. Then I swam laps in the pool, which is now indoors, too! Our local pool is convertible. In the summer it is outdoor, the rest of the year, there is a bubble over it. Not very attractive, but very effective!
I packed up my gym bag this morning with everything I thought I'd need. Plastic bag for sweaty running clothes, swim "toys", swimsuit & towel, and clothes to wear home. The one thing I forgot? Sandals for the walk home. Call me crazy, but I don't want to put my sweaty running shoes back on my damp feet after swimming! So I walked home barefoot. I did that all the time over the summer, and today was nice enough that it was fine, but I better start getting in the habit of packing them before winter sets in! I do NOT want to hoof it home barefoot in the snow! Sandals? Sure! Barefoot? No.
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The leaves in the canyons are starting to fade already. Their colorful display is nearly over and the trees down here in the valley are just starting to turn.
Bill and I went on a road bike ride together last Monday up Provo canyon and South Fork canyon. The Provo canyon portion was on the Provo River Parkway Trail (PRPT). It is a beautiful trail! I really think I'm going to go run it sometime this coming week. However, it is a little frustrating on a bike because of all the runners on it... and all the "Freds" who use the trail.
I learned recently that mountain bikers have a lingo for road bikers and recreational bikers, in other words, all cyclists who aren't cool enough to be mountain bikers. Road cyclists are "roadies". Bill tells me I'm one of those. Recreational riders are "Fred". You can tell them apart by the coolness level of their bike, their cycling etiquette, and by what they wear when riding. A "roadie" has a respectable bike, follows the rules of the road, and is wearing cycling gear. "Freds" are on heavy WalMart-esque bikes, often ride on the wrong side of the street &/or on the sidewalk, and usually wear a cotton t-shirt and cargo shorts. Helmets with "Freds" are about 50/50. All other bikers are hard core enough to always wear a helmet.
Anyways, back to the PRPT. We had to slow down every time we passed a runner. And the "Freds" had a hard time following the paint designated lanes on the trail and would often come coasting down the hill at us in our lane, causing some consternation.
Still, it was a beautiful ride!
You might wonder why we even took the trail instead of riding on the road like true "roadies".
The Provo Canyon highway is under construction and has signs up prohibiting cycling in the construction zone. So the trail was the only option going up.
Once we reached Vivian Park and the end of the PRPT, we turned into a side canyon (South Fork) and rode up it to the top. Or, at least, until we ran out of public road. That side canyon had a lot of hill climbing! At first I was not happy about that, but after a while, I started enjoying it! Sure, it was really hard, but I was so proud of myself for being able to do it! Just a year ago I would not have been able to climb it! We climbed 1,200+ feet in just over 10 miles of riding. 2/3 of that in the second 5 miles.
Yes, it was beautiful! And, yes, the downhill 10+ miles were exceptionally fun! Round trip we traveled 21 miles.
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