January. The beginning of a new year. New hopes, new promises, and the age old, new resolutions. Although, my resolutions are anything but new…
1. Lose 20 lbs. And what goes hand in hand with losing weight? Maximizing gym utilization. Last year I was at 38% utilization, or 138 times. This year, I was at 40% or 147 times. I had set the goal for 42% or 152, so I missed it by 5 gym times. Pretty close, and I’m not upset with that at all. This year I want to strive for an average of 3 times per week, or 156 times. That’s nine times more than this past year, and I am sure I can do it! Already this year, I’ve worked out 5 times, and plan to go to the gym at lunch. I’ll already by at 120%! I feel great, and just know that this is the year I will finally lose that 20 lbs. Not gain 10 lbs like I did this year! Yikes! I’m also starting training for the 10K in March.
2. No alcohol consumption for 2 weeks. Originally, I wanted to say all of January, but thought it seemed too daunting, so I scaled back until January 15. If that all goes well, I’ll aim for the rest of the month. Little steps, right? This goal is directly related to my weight loss goal, as I am convinced I could drop the weight very rapidly if I did not drink. I cannot drink in moderation. Blake Shelton best summed it up with “Cause the more I drink, the more I drink. Yeah, I’m the world’s greatest lover and a dancin’ machine. I get loud, I get proud....and it gets worse. Well if I have one, I’ll have thirteen. Naw, there ain’t no in-between. Cause, the more I drink, the more I drink.” Yes, that is me to a tee! So, how does this fit in with weight loss? Well, if we’re talking an extra 1,000 calories every time I drink, for an average drinking of three or four times a week, that’s a lot of extra calories, that all the good days in between can’t make up. Plus, let’s not forget the late night pizza that goes hand in hand with lots of alcohol (yes, sometimes I still feel like I’m in college). So, we’ll give it a shot and see where we go.
3. Get finances in order. This will get kicked off with a strict “no-buy” policy in January. Cat is doing this one as well. We are both not going to buy any material items for all of January. Food, basic necessities, and entertainment are allowed, just no frivolous purchases. The reason entertainment is allowed is we’re trying to be reasonable, we can still go out and live a normal life, just without new clothes, shoes, or purses. But I should save a lot more with my no alcohol working hand in hand. See how all my resolutions tie in together?
4. Meet serious boyfriend potential. No more of the foolishness that’s been going on in my life these past few years. No more dating guys that are going to leave in a few months. No more hooligans. Basically, unless the guy is someone worth dating (i.e. good person, nice, has a good and “real” job, mature, treats me well, isn’t an alcoholic, isn’t hitting on every girl in a five feet radius) then I will not even go out on one date with him. Although after typing that, I have a feeling I may have a dateless 2009! And to help with this, I will either go back on eHarmony, or try professional match maker. Not sure about professional match maker, but will give it a try. And this time, I’ll take eHarmony more serious, and not log off after one month and one date, when I paid for three months! You know, I’m almost 29, there is no shame in going on eHarmony, right?
Why am I feeling deja vu from this post? Probably because not only have I resolved each of these every year for the past 7 years, but say them about 20 times per year. On a random July afternoon "Ok! Time to get serious! Time to work out, and not date jokesters anymore!" Then, what happens two days later? Bingefest at happy hour and giving my number out all over town. But this time, there's something in the air. I'm feeling a seriousness about it all this year. 29 is my year! I just cannot turn 30 with my life in this disarray!
xoxo, in 2009 resolutions are mine!
Maxi
Monday, January 5, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
My Middle Eastern conflict...
A few weeks ago, I wrote a blog that mentioned I had run into one of my favoritest students ever, Jordan. I ran into him at the local university library, where he is a student and a star soccer player. We chatted for a few moments, and he invited me to the last soccer game, which I happily attended. I just adored him, he was just the most adorable, sweetest student I ever had, and even to this day, there is still a fondness in my heart for him.
Jordan came to the United States sometime in the 2000s from a Middle Eastern country. When I first taught him, he had broken English, but it was very hard for me to communicate sometimes. I have a tendency to be sarcastic, which does not translate very well, as I quickly learned. But our conversations were delightful and he quickly became my favorite student. I know you’re not supposed to have favorites, but any teacher that says they don’t, is lying. I think it must have been obvious, because my then boyfriend that I dated for the years I was teaching, would always make comments about Jordan, I guess I just talked about him so much. He’d always say ridiculous stuff and I was like “You are not seriously jealous of a junior in high school?” But Jordan was very studious and he always brought me yummy treats that his mom made from his home country, and he definitely loved me. And while a lot of the boys “loved” me in a “I want to get with the teacher” way, I definitely felt Jordan’s was genuine, in that Middle Eastern respect and love for elders and teachers.
The next year, when we received our rosters, I was very excited to see Jordan’s name on my elective math class for seniors. He told me he talked to his guidance counselor and specifically asked what class he could take that I taught. The guidance counselor loved Jordan too, and we had a few conversations about how sweet he was, and she would always tell me “Jordan just adores you.” Jordan’s senior year was my last year teaching, and I left that year, knowing I would miss him.
In the three years between his senior year and when I ran into him at the library, a lot had happened to Jordan. He lived with his mom, dad, and sisters (who all attended the university also) and was taking part time classes at the university. Sadly, his father’s unexpectedly passed away that year, but his death provided life insurance money so that Jordan could attend full time. Jordan tried out for the soccer team and quickly went from walk on benchwarmer to starter in a matter of games. His sisters and mother were getting ready to move back home, as they all had student visas. Jordan was studying for his citizenship test so he could stay here in America. His story was certainly a tear jerker, and was epitomized in an article in the newspaper's sports section about him this year. The story followed this likable boy from his home country, playing soccer in bare feet and using rocks as goal posts, to coming to America where he could barely speak English. He ate chicken sandwiches every day for lunch because it was the only thing in the cafeteria he could pronounce. Then, he moved onto becoming an all-star soccer player in the state, and through the sad passing of his father, became a star on the university’s soccer team.
Don’t you just want to cuddle and love this guy forever and ever and be his surrogate sister? I did! I was so happy to have run into him, and was sure he was the sweet boy of his younger days.
Well, all this was dashed to pieces last night. I get a text from him wanting to know if I want to meet up. I think sure, why not, so we go into this long conversation about where to meet up. I say something like “Well, what are you in the mood for? Food? Drinks? Coffee? Ice Cream?” He doesn’t answer for a little bit, then when he does, he doesn’t answer, rather says “Have you decided yet?” (except it’s in text speak, which I don’t know why, but I found it odd that an ESL kid is using text speak). I said “you haven’t told me what you want to do yet.” Then! He replies with “I dont want to hang out anymore i want to kiss and make out” I mean! What am I supposed to say back? Not sure what really is going on at this moment, I say “I’m sure.” I’m seriously thinking “There is no way my sweet, innocent Jordan could have written this. I’m sure a friend stole his phone and Jordan is totally mortified and embarrassed.”
Jordan: U asked what i want
Me: Well, sorry, don’t know what else to tell you then
Jordan: too bad
Me: I guess I’ll take that as a not going to hang out anymore
Jordan: no this one is my fault i was too direct didnt wanted to be like that i just said how I felt
I felt violated, naïve, shocked, upset, hurt! This was not the Jordan I knew and loved! Had he become one of the stereotypical aggressive Middle Eastern guys that hang out in clubs that play house music until 3 am? Had I been wrong about him the whole time? Thinking he wanted an older and wiser mentor friend, someone similar to a teacher, to help him navigate the murky waters that is America if he had to do it alone? The crazy part about all this, is I’m sad that now we’ll probably never talk again. I still miss the Jordan that I knew and hope that this was a crazy high off hookah and that he won’t be so mortified that he can never talk to me again.
Cat wanted to know why I was willing to make out with Jr., and tease the other boy like I did this past summer (remember, the one that wanted to make me forget my name?) but not Jordan. But the truth was, I respected Jordan, these other boys were fools that I didn’t care about. But I cared for Jordan and didn’t want to jerk him around or play him like a fool or use him for ridiculous story telling. And even knowing that he obviously didn’t respect me as I thought he did, I still didn’t want to go there.
Well, Happy New Year’s!
Max-I’m serious about losing 20 lbs this year-ine
Jordan came to the United States sometime in the 2000s from a Middle Eastern country. When I first taught him, he had broken English, but it was very hard for me to communicate sometimes. I have a tendency to be sarcastic, which does not translate very well, as I quickly learned. But our conversations were delightful and he quickly became my favorite student. I know you’re not supposed to have favorites, but any teacher that says they don’t, is lying. I think it must have been obvious, because my then boyfriend that I dated for the years I was teaching, would always make comments about Jordan, I guess I just talked about him so much. He’d always say ridiculous stuff and I was like “You are not seriously jealous of a junior in high school?” But Jordan was very studious and he always brought me yummy treats that his mom made from his home country, and he definitely loved me. And while a lot of the boys “loved” me in a “I want to get with the teacher” way, I definitely felt Jordan’s was genuine, in that Middle Eastern respect and love for elders and teachers.
The next year, when we received our rosters, I was very excited to see Jordan’s name on my elective math class for seniors. He told me he talked to his guidance counselor and specifically asked what class he could take that I taught. The guidance counselor loved Jordan too, and we had a few conversations about how sweet he was, and she would always tell me “Jordan just adores you.” Jordan’s senior year was my last year teaching, and I left that year, knowing I would miss him.
In the three years between his senior year and when I ran into him at the library, a lot had happened to Jordan. He lived with his mom, dad, and sisters (who all attended the university also) and was taking part time classes at the university. Sadly, his father’s unexpectedly passed away that year, but his death provided life insurance money so that Jordan could attend full time. Jordan tried out for the soccer team and quickly went from walk on benchwarmer to starter in a matter of games. His sisters and mother were getting ready to move back home, as they all had student visas. Jordan was studying for his citizenship test so he could stay here in America. His story was certainly a tear jerker, and was epitomized in an article in the newspaper's sports section about him this year. The story followed this likable boy from his home country, playing soccer in bare feet and using rocks as goal posts, to coming to America where he could barely speak English. He ate chicken sandwiches every day for lunch because it was the only thing in the cafeteria he could pronounce. Then, he moved onto becoming an all-star soccer player in the state, and through the sad passing of his father, became a star on the university’s soccer team.
Don’t you just want to cuddle and love this guy forever and ever and be his surrogate sister? I did! I was so happy to have run into him, and was sure he was the sweet boy of his younger days.
Well, all this was dashed to pieces last night. I get a text from him wanting to know if I want to meet up. I think sure, why not, so we go into this long conversation about where to meet up. I say something like “Well, what are you in the mood for? Food? Drinks? Coffee? Ice Cream?” He doesn’t answer for a little bit, then when he does, he doesn’t answer, rather says “Have you decided yet?” (except it’s in text speak, which I don’t know why, but I found it odd that an ESL kid is using text speak). I said “you haven’t told me what you want to do yet.” Then! He replies with “I dont want to hang out anymore i want to kiss and make out” I mean! What am I supposed to say back? Not sure what really is going on at this moment, I say “I’m sure.” I’m seriously thinking “There is no way my sweet, innocent Jordan could have written this. I’m sure a friend stole his phone and Jordan is totally mortified and embarrassed.”
Jordan: U asked what i want
Me: Well, sorry, don’t know what else to tell you then
Jordan: too bad
Me: I guess I’ll take that as a not going to hang out anymore
Jordan: no this one is my fault i was too direct didnt wanted to be like that i just said how I felt
I felt violated, naïve, shocked, upset, hurt! This was not the Jordan I knew and loved! Had he become one of the stereotypical aggressive Middle Eastern guys that hang out in clubs that play house music until 3 am? Had I been wrong about him the whole time? Thinking he wanted an older and wiser mentor friend, someone similar to a teacher, to help him navigate the murky waters that is America if he had to do it alone? The crazy part about all this, is I’m sad that now we’ll probably never talk again. I still miss the Jordan that I knew and hope that this was a crazy high off hookah and that he won’t be so mortified that he can never talk to me again.
Cat wanted to know why I was willing to make out with Jr., and tease the other boy like I did this past summer (remember, the one that wanted to make me forget my name?) but not Jordan. But the truth was, I respected Jordan, these other boys were fools that I didn’t care about. But I cared for Jordan and didn’t want to jerk him around or play him like a fool or use him for ridiculous story telling. And even knowing that he obviously didn’t respect me as I thought he did, I still didn’t want to go there.
Well, Happy New Year’s!
Max-I’m serious about losing 20 lbs this year-ine
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
What I didn't get this year...
...And I think I totally deserved, is a personal “Thank you for your service” from George W. Bush. After all I’ve done for the military men this year!
First, I dated a high ranking commissioned officer while he was here in town for special training. A divorced officer with a child no less! Just to have him say “thanks for the memories” and drive off into the sunset without so much as looking back. (Although in all fairness to Major Dad, I did care deeply for him, and he did treat me very well for the few months we dated. I know if circumstances were different, things could have been a lot different).
Then, I basically provided a bed and breakfast for all sorts of service men: Army, Marines, commissioned officers, noncommissioned officers, enlisted men, boys about to deploy, those that just got back from deployment, I’m not one to be picky. And of course, what bed and breakfast would be complete without a nice little make out session along the way? My friend E said there’s probably a mass email somewhere floating about in mil.gov that says something like “if you’re passing through blank city, give Maxi a call for a free place to stay complete with a warm bed and warm breakfast.”
Note to readers: Please know that I am not sleeping around with these guys, giving them blow jobs, or heck, even letting them get to second base. It’s all very innocent making out. I love it, I’m sure they want more, and as much as I love and respect these boys for serving our country and keeping us safe, I need to respect myself as well!
In all seriousness, however, I do want to say thank you for your service to all the service men and women out there. Please know we still support you and love you and pray for you and appreciate you keeping us safe.
xoxo, Max
First, I dated a high ranking commissioned officer while he was here in town for special training. A divorced officer with a child no less! Just to have him say “thanks for the memories” and drive off into the sunset without so much as looking back. (Although in all fairness to Major Dad, I did care deeply for him, and he did treat me very well for the few months we dated. I know if circumstances were different, things could have been a lot different).
Then, I basically provided a bed and breakfast for all sorts of service men: Army, Marines, commissioned officers, noncommissioned officers, enlisted men, boys about to deploy, those that just got back from deployment, I’m not one to be picky. And of course, what bed and breakfast would be complete without a nice little make out session along the way? My friend E said there’s probably a mass email somewhere floating about in mil.gov that says something like “if you’re passing through blank city, give Maxi a call for a free place to stay complete with a warm bed and warm breakfast.”
Note to readers: Please know that I am not sleeping around with these guys, giving them blow jobs, or heck, even letting them get to second base. It’s all very innocent making out. I love it, I’m sure they want more, and as much as I love and respect these boys for serving our country and keeping us safe, I need to respect myself as well!
In all seriousness, however, I do want to say thank you for your service to all the service men and women out there. Please know we still support you and love you and pray for you and appreciate you keeping us safe.
xoxo, Max
Monday, December 29, 2008
Best Christmas Present I ever Gave
Where to begin!? I actually have quite a lot to catch everyone up on. I will start with saying Merry Christmas and I hope everyone had as lovely as a holiday as me. There was just something about this Christmas that was especially wonderful. I really love my family and enjoy spending time with them. My brother came home from LA, and I got to see my cousins and aunts/uncles that I don’t get to see very often. I feel so lucky to have such a fun wonderful family, and the holidays were very nice, complete with poker, board games, waaay to much food, and just an all around fun time.
In other news, I finally did it! It was bound to happen, and this past weekend, it did! I officially made out with an ex-student! Yikes! I know! But it wasn’t as bad as it sounds.
The story starts last summer when Cat and I went to see another former student’s, JPP, band play. He’d been bothering me forever to come see him play (And as a side note, that part is not unusual, I know a lot of teachers that “stay in touch” with their students once they graduate) so Cat and I went one day after work. There were a lot of kids there that went to high school during the time I taught there, but I didn’t really know any of them. However, one guy I did know, we’ll call him Jr. I taught Jr. my second year of teaching, and he was quite adorable. He played football, and if he was a couple years older, would have been 100% my type. Beefy, cute, manly… you all know my type. He was pretty quite in the class though, but was always friendly and I thought he was a pretty nice kid. Well, here it is, three years later, I none the older or wiser and here he is, all “grown” up at 21 at this bar. Turns out he’s in the Marines and is about to deploy to Iraq. Well, if my eyes don’t light up at the sound of someone in the military, then I don’t know what does. So, we exchange email addresses and I let him know I want to send him a care package. I was serious about that. Well, Cat and I leave to meet up with some friends at another bar. That night, I get a text from JPP wanting to know if I have a boyfriend. I tell him no, and he says that Jr. wants to get with me and thinks I’m hot, or something along those lines. I was flattered, but not overly conceited, and am pretty sure that his thinking I’m hot has 100% to do with the whole teacher/student fantasy thing, and nothing to do with me as a person.
Fast forward one and half years, two care packages and a dozen email exchanges later. A few weeks ago, I get a late night call from JPP. He’s with Jr. and they are leaving the most ridiculous drunken message ever. I actually saved it because it made me laugh so hard. Anyways, a few nights later, JPP asks if I want to come see his band play again. I accept, knowing full well that Jr. is going to be there. It’s at a pool hall, and I know A will definitely be down. She and some of her friends were going to be there anyways playing pool that night, so it all worked out perfectly. A little bit later into the night, and I am already buzzing pretty heavily, and here comes Jr., looking super hot. He does have a mighty fine body, by the way. We ended up talking the whole night and he comes to the late night diner with me and my friends. By this time, his ride was long gone, and it was pretty obvious he was staying over. Needless to say, we made out, but it was all very PG, even despite the fact he’s an ex-student, I’m not trying to hook up like that with a guy on the first night, especially without a proper date! :) He was very adorable, and it was a fun time. He was loving some Maxi, I will say that. The next morning (or more accurately next afternoon) when I had to take him to his car, I said something along the lines of “Eh, it was bound to happen eventually, may as well have been with you.” Haha! But once again, I’m not so vain to think it was all me, I do know about the whole “hot for teacher” thing. But, what I am vain enough to say, is that I know I gave Jr. one heck of an awesome story to tell his buddies, and that made the whole night worth it!
xoxo under the mistletoe,
Maxine
In other news, I finally did it! It was bound to happen, and this past weekend, it did! I officially made out with an ex-student! Yikes! I know! But it wasn’t as bad as it sounds.
The story starts last summer when Cat and I went to see another former student’s, JPP, band play. He’d been bothering me forever to come see him play (And as a side note, that part is not unusual, I know a lot of teachers that “stay in touch” with their students once they graduate) so Cat and I went one day after work. There were a lot of kids there that went to high school during the time I taught there, but I didn’t really know any of them. However, one guy I did know, we’ll call him Jr. I taught Jr. my second year of teaching, and he was quite adorable. He played football, and if he was a couple years older, would have been 100% my type. Beefy, cute, manly… you all know my type. He was pretty quite in the class though, but was always friendly and I thought he was a pretty nice kid. Well, here it is, three years later, I none the older or wiser and here he is, all “grown” up at 21 at this bar. Turns out he’s in the Marines and is about to deploy to Iraq. Well, if my eyes don’t light up at the sound of someone in the military, then I don’t know what does. So, we exchange email addresses and I let him know I want to send him a care package. I was serious about that. Well, Cat and I leave to meet up with some friends at another bar. That night, I get a text from JPP wanting to know if I have a boyfriend. I tell him no, and he says that Jr. wants to get with me and thinks I’m hot, or something along those lines. I was flattered, but not overly conceited, and am pretty sure that his thinking I’m hot has 100% to do with the whole teacher/student fantasy thing, and nothing to do with me as a person.
Fast forward one and half years, two care packages and a dozen email exchanges later. A few weeks ago, I get a late night call from JPP. He’s with Jr. and they are leaving the most ridiculous drunken message ever. I actually saved it because it made me laugh so hard. Anyways, a few nights later, JPP asks if I want to come see his band play again. I accept, knowing full well that Jr. is going to be there. It’s at a pool hall, and I know A will definitely be down. She and some of her friends were going to be there anyways playing pool that night, so it all worked out perfectly. A little bit later into the night, and I am already buzzing pretty heavily, and here comes Jr., looking super hot. He does have a mighty fine body, by the way. We ended up talking the whole night and he comes to the late night diner with me and my friends. By this time, his ride was long gone, and it was pretty obvious he was staying over. Needless to say, we made out, but it was all very PG, even despite the fact he’s an ex-student, I’m not trying to hook up like that with a guy on the first night, especially without a proper date! :) He was very adorable, and it was a fun time. He was loving some Maxi, I will say that. The next morning (or more accurately next afternoon) when I had to take him to his car, I said something along the lines of “Eh, it was bound to happen eventually, may as well have been with you.” Haha! But once again, I’m not so vain to think it was all me, I do know about the whole “hot for teacher” thing. But, what I am vain enough to say, is that I know I gave Jr. one heck of an awesome story to tell his buddies, and that made the whole night worth it!
xoxo under the mistletoe,
Maxine
Monday, December 8, 2008
Shenanigans are Back!
Friday Night: Office Party – The usual drinking, gambling and having a good time. I was in charge of the office party this year, so that meant I had free reign over the mic all night long. And for those that know me, know that there’s nothing Maxi loves better than alcohol and a mic. I could be up there all night long. I also won two of the prizes: a door prize and the wine basket. Some were a little suspicious, but I swear it was all fair! For the door prize, I was narrating when I said “And now is going to pick Maxine’s name from the bowl.” And sure enough, my name was selected! So you see, other than positive thinking, I had no control over whose name was selected! After last night, I’m thinking “The Secret” might not be such a load of crap (I had also been coveting the wine basket since May when I purchased it)…but then again, MK never did ask me out, so maybe not.
Later Friday Night: One of our usual hot spots – This confirmed I was back in the game when an E3 22 year old and salesman 24 year old were both vying for my attention. Why do the danged salesmen love me so much? But it was good for old Maxi’s ego!
Saturday Night: SW’s wedding –Perhaps the most gorgeous wedding I’ve ever been to. It was at an Inn out in the country, and it was decorated so lovely for Christmas. SW and her husband both looking most dapper, Christmas trees, lights inside and outside, poinsettias, bridesmaids dresses in perfect Christmas red, and the most perfect light snow dancing in the light outside. Oh, if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, I don’t know what was. The reception was just as lovely with gorgeous tall white vases for centerpieces with red berries glistening with sparkles, and the ground covered in the lightest dusting of snow outside the windows. If I could have a dream wedding, that was it!
Later Saturday Night: Our favorite hot spot – Cat and I were super ready by this time to start some shenanigans, and this was just the place for it. We hadn’t been inside for more than 10 minutes when we spotted our targets. Two obvious military men. It wasn’t more than 5 minutes after that then they came up and started talking to us. Of course, that’s usually par for the course. Anyways, we spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, talking, etc. After the bar closed they did come back to my house for a late night cap and a little MOing. They stayed maybe an hour or so before we kicked them out.
Sunday morning: Applebees - So this afternoon when Cat and I were enjoying our usual favorite hungover meal of Chicken Fajita Rollup and fries from Applebees, I discussed how far I’ve come in the past two years… About two years ago I was trying to wrangle a date to the Marine Corp Ball from an E5, met Coach (who was 23 at the time), and had the entire local college’s men’s basketball coaching staff in my house the night after the office party. So two years older, and none the wiser, I’m still fooling around with E5s, having late night debacles at my house after the holiday party, and being hit on by 24 years olds. My, how time does mature you.
Sunday evening: Cat’s back alley while taking the trash out - Cat’s walking along, taking out her trash, minding her own business, probably humming a tune, and whoops! She trips over a trash can lid spraining her ankle! Yikes! Not really the best way to end the weekend. Today at work, of course, everyone assumes she sprained her ankle in some drunken debacle at the holiday party or late night afterwards. But no, she managed to get through the debacles unscathed. It is a pretty bad situation, you don’t really see a lot of adults hobbling along on crutches, and I know it has to hurt! But she should be back to normal after a week or two.
xoxo, Maxine
Later Friday Night: One of our usual hot spots – This confirmed I was back in the game when an E3 22 year old and salesman 24 year old were both vying for my attention. Why do the danged salesmen love me so much? But it was good for old Maxi’s ego!
Saturday Night: SW’s wedding –Perhaps the most gorgeous wedding I’ve ever been to. It was at an Inn out in the country, and it was decorated so lovely for Christmas. SW and her husband both looking most dapper, Christmas trees, lights inside and outside, poinsettias, bridesmaids dresses in perfect Christmas red, and the most perfect light snow dancing in the light outside. Oh, if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, I don’t know what was. The reception was just as lovely with gorgeous tall white vases for centerpieces with red berries glistening with sparkles, and the ground covered in the lightest dusting of snow outside the windows. If I could have a dream wedding, that was it!
Later Saturday Night: Our favorite hot spot – Cat and I were super ready by this time to start some shenanigans, and this was just the place for it. We hadn’t been inside for more than 10 minutes when we spotted our targets. Two obvious military men. It wasn’t more than 5 minutes after that then they came up and started talking to us. Of course, that’s usually par for the course. Anyways, we spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, talking, etc. After the bar closed they did come back to my house for a late night cap and a little MOing. They stayed maybe an hour or so before we kicked them out.
Sunday morning: Applebees - So this afternoon when Cat and I were enjoying our usual favorite hungover meal of Chicken Fajita Rollup and fries from Applebees, I discussed how far I’ve come in the past two years… About two years ago I was trying to wrangle a date to the Marine Corp Ball from an E5, met Coach (who was 23 at the time), and had the entire local college’s men’s basketball coaching staff in my house the night after the office party. So two years older, and none the wiser, I’m still fooling around with E5s, having late night debacles at my house after the holiday party, and being hit on by 24 years olds. My, how time does mature you.
Sunday evening: Cat’s back alley while taking the trash out - Cat’s walking along, taking out her trash, minding her own business, probably humming a tune, and whoops! She trips over a trash can lid spraining her ankle! Yikes! Not really the best way to end the weekend. Today at work, of course, everyone assumes she sprained her ankle in some drunken debacle at the holiday party or late night afterwards. But no, she managed to get through the debacles unscathed. It is a pretty bad situation, you don’t really see a lot of adults hobbling along on crutches, and I know it has to hurt! But she should be back to normal after a week or two.
xoxo, Maxine
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Reason 10,098 I Hate Working
I am currently missing Britney Spears on GMA. Yes, as I type this she is performing and I cannot watch it because I am a slave to my desk.
I think I'll have to hit up Target or Circuit City at lunch to get her new album today.
xoxo, Maxine
I think I'll have to hit up Target or Circuit City at lunch to get her new album today.
xoxo, Maxine
Monday, December 1, 2008
Gym Overdrive
We all know how Cat and I love a goal. Last December, we made a goal to increase gym utilization by 10%. Of course, only now, with one month left in the year, do I decide to see how we're doing.
YTD: I have exercised 134 times. That is only 4 times less than last year! So far, not too shabby. I will note, however, that a good amount of those were not actually in the gym, but were exercising nonetheless, as I did a lot of outdoor running with Z over the summer and fall, and even into winter. Running early morning in the cold makes you very aware of your thighs! (note to Santa - Maxi could use some long johns for running).
Anyways, to meet our (well, really my as Cat and I were not as religious working out together as last year, and I'm not sure how she's doing as she is no where near as anal as I am with logging down everything I eat and how much I exercise) goal of 10% utilization, I need to hit the gym 18 times this month! Yikes! That is a lot to handle especially when there are holiday parties, happy hours, etc., every day after work, hung over Saturdays and Sundays where going to the gym is out of the question, and unusually busy days at work where lunch time is out due to work meetings over lunch. I hate the lunch meetings because 1. they assume I want to work over lunch, and 2. they always bring in really delicious fattening foods, which I just can't resist!
Well, back to the 18 times this month, I did manage to go 17 times in November, and there's an extra day in December. I'm going to try my darndest to do it! Starting today at lunch, I'll take the step class, and gosh darn it, I'm going to like it. Plus, this very well may keep the holiday weight gain under control. Wish me luck!
xoxo, Maxine
PS. Why do I feel like the 29 - 31st, I'm going to have to go 4 times a day to meet my goal? :)
YTD: I have exercised 134 times. That is only 4 times less than last year! So far, not too shabby. I will note, however, that a good amount of those were not actually in the gym, but were exercising nonetheless, as I did a lot of outdoor running with Z over the summer and fall, and even into winter. Running early morning in the cold makes you very aware of your thighs! (note to Santa - Maxi could use some long johns for running).
Anyways, to meet our (well, really my as Cat and I were not as religious working out together as last year, and I'm not sure how she's doing as she is no where near as anal as I am with logging down everything I eat and how much I exercise) goal of 10% utilization, I need to hit the gym 18 times this month! Yikes! That is a lot to handle especially when there are holiday parties, happy hours, etc., every day after work, hung over Saturdays and Sundays where going to the gym is out of the question, and unusually busy days at work where lunch time is out due to work meetings over lunch. I hate the lunch meetings because 1. they assume I want to work over lunch, and 2. they always bring in really delicious fattening foods, which I just can't resist!
Well, back to the 18 times this month, I did manage to go 17 times in November, and there's an extra day in December. I'm going to try my darndest to do it! Starting today at lunch, I'll take the step class, and gosh darn it, I'm going to like it. Plus, this very well may keep the holiday weight gain under control. Wish me luck!
xoxo, Maxine
PS. Why do I feel like the 29 - 31st, I'm going to have to go 4 times a day to meet my goal? :)
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