But I'm not. Never could be. Perhaps if I didn't have a job (and the way this world is going, that might not be too far off) and the patience to constantly upload pictures, I'd do it.
I'm just not that motivated.
In the spirit of food, I will share my phenominal breakfast with you. Sorry, again, no pictures. I've been trying to eat a MUFA (mono-unsaturated fat) with each meal (nuts, nut butters, olives, olive oil...dark chocolate, yes dark chocolate)...it's based on the Flat-Belly diet by Prevention magazine.
So today's breakfast:
1 slice Ezekiel cinnamon raisin toast
1tbsp almond butter (yum)
1 tsp low sugar Smuckers strawberry jelly
1/3 banana worth of banana slices on top (I find the flavor of plain banana by itself to be very overwhelming. If it's in cereal, that's one thing. But I can't just chow down on a whole banana by itself. 3 bites and I'm done.)
Oh yeah...and a glass of skim to wash it all down.
Delish!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
If you're sick, please stay home.
Jackass.
Idiot numero uno walks in today and says, "Man, I had a 102 degree fever yesterday. I still feel like shit."
Stay home. No really. Stay home. You are not only subjecting the rest of us to your venerable PLAGUE, but you increase your healing time too.
What a moron!
This includes all of you hackers, sneezers, coughers...and those who claim "it's just allergies." Allergies my butt.
If you're sick, stay the F home. Please.
I can only take so many Emergen-C/Airborne cocktails people. That stuff ain't cheap!
Idiot numero uno walks in today and says, "Man, I had a 102 degree fever yesterday. I still feel like shit."
Stay home. No really. Stay home. You are not only subjecting the rest of us to your venerable PLAGUE, but you increase your healing time too.
What a moron!
This includes all of you hackers, sneezers, coughers...and those who claim "it's just allergies." Allergies my butt.
If you're sick, stay the F home. Please.
I can only take so many Emergen-C/Airborne cocktails people. That stuff ain't cheap!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Wednesday night's adventures.
So I'm cruising along Devon avenue in Chicago, on my way home from class. I'm about a mile and a half from school, chatting on the phone with Jonah when out of nowhere I hit this Grand Canyon sized pothole.
"Holy Shit! Jonah, I just hit a huge pothole!"
And then I hear the noise...the familiar "hey jackass, you have a flat" noise.
F.
I hang up the phone, pull to the side of the road, put on my flashers, and get out. Yup, big ol' flat tire. Hooray. I proceed to walk to the trunk to A) see if I even have a spare tire and a jack and B) attempt to change a flat by myself...at 10:15 in the freezing cold. I open the trunk, and to my amazement, I have both a spare and a jack. Good news. Bad news; my car has a problem with its seals, and sometimes leaks water when there is a big rain/snow. Apparently this problem spread to the trunk as well...my spare was FROZEN in a huge pool of ice. It looked like a donut floating in a frozen lake. Fabulous.
I'm frustrated and pissed now. I soon realize I left my AAA card at home. Yeah, great place for it. So I call my dad, tell him I need the AAA phone # and account info. I call AAA, explain my predicament, and tell them I need a tow. The problem is, I have zero sense of direction, and I just happen to be stranded on this one mile stretch of nothing but forest preserve. AND...apparently I thought this road ran N/S, when it fact, it ran E/W. I'm bad, I know. So I manage to tell the AAA girl the last major intersection I was at, and she translated this to the tow truck driver...assuring me he'd be there within 45 mins. As luck would have it, the driver called me about 5 mins later, asking where I was.
"I'm heading southbound on Devon." Me
"You can't be sweetheart, Devon runs east west." Bill
"Just come find me. I'm the stranded black Dodge Neon." Kelly
As I waited, another car hit the same pothole and got a flat. I watched in amazement as they pulled over, obviously DIDN'T have a FROZEN SPARE, and changed their tire in a matter of minutes.
About 10 minutes had passed when the truck arrived. I got out of the car, gave Bill (short for Hillbilly, I'm convinced) the keys, and waited in the tow truck while he loaded up my car. I waited patiently, examining the inner workings of a tow truck, and found humor in the I-Pass he had clinging to the windshield. Somebody had actually taken a Sharpie and wrote the words "Keep in Truck" on the I-Pass.
Brilliant.
A minute later, Hillbilly hops in the truck, we pull this HUGE U-turn across Devon (this is a major city street, for those of you unfamiliar with Chicago) I scream, and grab onto the oh shit handle...to which Hillbilly replies: "Don't worry sweetheart, I've been driving this truck for 33 years!" Thanks Hillbilly, I feel better knowing that.
We finally arrive at this 24 hour garage, in hopes they can fix my tire, and I can be on my merry little way. No such luck. I bent the rim and tore the HELL out of my tire. I told the man helping me that I had a spare in the trunk...but I needed help getting it out. So did he. This man took a crow bar to the tire, trying to get it out, and had no luck. Hulk Hogan himself would have found it a challenge.
I agree to purchase a used tire, and wait with the rest of Chicago's weirdo's and unmentionables while Jose put my new tire on. Not the best place for geeky white girl from the suburbs to be standing at midnight...backpack on back and all.
I pay my bill and finally leave about 11:45pm. Of course, I'm in the same predicament, and have no idea where I am. I start driving the way Hillbilly told me to...and start looking at signs. I was convinced I was going the wrong way. So I turned around. And hit a dead end. So I turned around again...and kept driving and driving. Thankfully I started seeing street signs I was familiar with. Jonah is on the phone with me the whole time, insisting that he talk to me until he knew I was home safe. I eventually make it back to the expressway...to which Jonah just had to throw in his sarcastic comment:
"Now Kelly. You want to take 294 South...if you take 294 North, that will take you into Wisconsin, the land of cheese and cows." A-hole.
I finally made it home around 1am.
Anybody looking to buy a slightly used 2001 Dodge Neon? =)
"Holy Shit! Jonah, I just hit a huge pothole!"
And then I hear the noise...the familiar "hey jackass, you have a flat" noise.
F.
I hang up the phone, pull to the side of the road, put on my flashers, and get out. Yup, big ol' flat tire. Hooray. I proceed to walk to the trunk to A) see if I even have a spare tire and a jack and B) attempt to change a flat by myself...at 10:15 in the freezing cold. I open the trunk, and to my amazement, I have both a spare and a jack. Good news. Bad news; my car has a problem with its seals, and sometimes leaks water when there is a big rain/snow. Apparently this problem spread to the trunk as well...my spare was FROZEN in a huge pool of ice. It looked like a donut floating in a frozen lake. Fabulous.
I'm frustrated and pissed now. I soon realize I left my AAA card at home. Yeah, great place for it. So I call my dad, tell him I need the AAA phone # and account info. I call AAA, explain my predicament, and tell them I need a tow. The problem is, I have zero sense of direction, and I just happen to be stranded on this one mile stretch of nothing but forest preserve. AND...apparently I thought this road ran N/S, when it fact, it ran E/W. I'm bad, I know. So I manage to tell the AAA girl the last major intersection I was at, and she translated this to the tow truck driver...assuring me he'd be there within 45 mins. As luck would have it, the driver called me about 5 mins later, asking where I was.
"I'm heading southbound on Devon." Me
"You can't be sweetheart, Devon runs east west." Bill
"Just come find me. I'm the stranded black Dodge Neon." Kelly
As I waited, another car hit the same pothole and got a flat. I watched in amazement as they pulled over, obviously DIDN'T have a FROZEN SPARE, and changed their tire in a matter of minutes.
About 10 minutes had passed when the truck arrived. I got out of the car, gave Bill (short for Hillbilly, I'm convinced) the keys, and waited in the tow truck while he loaded up my car. I waited patiently, examining the inner workings of a tow truck, and found humor in the I-Pass he had clinging to the windshield. Somebody had actually taken a Sharpie and wrote the words "Keep in Truck" on the I-Pass.
Brilliant.
A minute later, Hillbilly hops in the truck, we pull this HUGE U-turn across Devon (this is a major city street, for those of you unfamiliar with Chicago) I scream, and grab onto the oh shit handle...to which Hillbilly replies: "Don't worry sweetheart, I've been driving this truck for 33 years!" Thanks Hillbilly, I feel better knowing that.
We finally arrive at this 24 hour garage, in hopes they can fix my tire, and I can be on my merry little way. No such luck. I bent the rim and tore the HELL out of my tire. I told the man helping me that I had a spare in the trunk...but I needed help getting it out. So did he. This man took a crow bar to the tire, trying to get it out, and had no luck. Hulk Hogan himself would have found it a challenge.
I agree to purchase a used tire, and wait with the rest of Chicago's weirdo's and unmentionables while Jose put my new tire on. Not the best place for geeky white girl from the suburbs to be standing at midnight...backpack on back and all.
I pay my bill and finally leave about 11:45pm. Of course, I'm in the same predicament, and have no idea where I am. I start driving the way Hillbilly told me to...and start looking at signs. I was convinced I was going the wrong way. So I turned around. And hit a dead end. So I turned around again...and kept driving and driving. Thankfully I started seeing street signs I was familiar with. Jonah is on the phone with me the whole time, insisting that he talk to me until he knew I was home safe. I eventually make it back to the expressway...to which Jonah just had to throw in his sarcastic comment:
"Now Kelly. You want to take 294 South...if you take 294 North, that will take you into Wisconsin, the land of cheese and cows." A-hole.
I finally made it home around 1am.
Anybody looking to buy a slightly used 2001 Dodge Neon? =)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I'm becoming a blog-slacker...big time.
Grad School is sucking the life out of me. Literally. I've read more boring crap in the past 4 weeks than I think my mind has the capacity to hold. And it has only been 4 weeks. 12 more weeks of this crap. Yippee. All in all it's not so bad...just a TON of reading, papers, projects. I guess that's the beauty of being back in school. I'll try to stop complaining; try being the operative word.
Well, the boy turned 21 last week. I received a text at 11am on his birthday that said "Well, I just bought whiskey." At 11am. Ick.
To celebrate, we went to a local Irish Pub called the Elmhurst Public House. We just so happened to go on a night that an Irish folk singer was there...Paul McHugh, if memory serves me correctly. Which it generally doesn't. This man was HILLARIOUS...from Ireland and currently living in the Chicagoland area. He played mostly Irish folk tunes, with a few more mainstream tunes. My brother is huge into Irish music, and asked me to request a song. So, I walk up to Mr. McHugh, and request something called "Finnegan's Wake." I also ask if he'll dedicate the song to my little brother, Jack Ryan on his 21st birthday. He goes "Of course my love." in his thick Irish brogue. As I'm walking back to my seat, he says "this next song is for Jack Ryan on his 21st birthday. Let's all sing Happy Birthday to the young man." So, the entire bar sings Happy Birthday to the boy..and the Mr. McHugh plays Jacks' request. After he finishes the song he says, "That was for Jack Ryan for his 21st birthday. Funny thing though, I saw him in here drinkin' 2 weeks ago!" (Joking, of course). Great great time!
Jack and his chef cake Angie made. Looks like him, doesn't it?
Other than last week's festivites, not much is going on. January is over, thank god. That is officially my least favorite month of the year. We are officially t-minus 6 weeks until Spring, and I couldn't be more excited. I'm about done with the below zero days, and lack of sunlight. Every day when I leave work, it's just a hair lighter outside. Seriously cannot WAIT until this winter BS is over. Why do i stay in Chicago, you ask? Good question.
The weight loss world, you ask? Yeah, pretty non-existent. I try to watch my calories and get to the gym at least 4x a week. But, as has been my problem the last 4 years, I just can't lose. Regardless of what I try. Nothing. It's so discouraging. In fact, I feel myself getting fatter. My skin is breaking out like mad, too. And I've always been known for having near perfect skin. I know I'm under a lot of stress with work and school...but something has got to give. I honestly don't know how much longer I can go on like this.
I'm falling apart, I say!
Well, how about that for a positive, uplifting post? ;)
Well, the boy turned 21 last week. I received a text at 11am on his birthday that said "Well, I just bought whiskey." At 11am. Ick.
To celebrate, we went to a local Irish Pub called the Elmhurst Public House. We just so happened to go on a night that an Irish folk singer was there...Paul McHugh, if memory serves me correctly. Which it generally doesn't. This man was HILLARIOUS...from Ireland and currently living in the Chicagoland area. He played mostly Irish folk tunes, with a few more mainstream tunes. My brother is huge into Irish music, and asked me to request a song. So, I walk up to Mr. McHugh, and request something called "Finnegan's Wake." I also ask if he'll dedicate the song to my little brother, Jack Ryan on his 21st birthday. He goes "Of course my love." in his thick Irish brogue. As I'm walking back to my seat, he says "this next song is for Jack Ryan on his 21st birthday. Let's all sing Happy Birthday to the young man." So, the entire bar sings Happy Birthday to the boy..and the Mr. McHugh plays Jacks' request. After he finishes the song he says, "That was for Jack Ryan for his 21st birthday. Funny thing though, I saw him in here drinkin' 2 weeks ago!" (Joking, of course). Great great time!
Jack and his chef cake Angie made. Looks like him, doesn't it?
Other than last week's festivites, not much is going on. January is over, thank god. That is officially my least favorite month of the year. We are officially t-minus 6 weeks until Spring, and I couldn't be more excited. I'm about done with the below zero days, and lack of sunlight. Every day when I leave work, it's just a hair lighter outside. Seriously cannot WAIT until this winter BS is over. Why do i stay in Chicago, you ask? Good question.
The weight loss world, you ask? Yeah, pretty non-existent. I try to watch my calories and get to the gym at least 4x a week. But, as has been my problem the last 4 years, I just can't lose. Regardless of what I try. Nothing. It's so discouraging. In fact, I feel myself getting fatter. My skin is breaking out like mad, too. And I've always been known for having near perfect skin. I know I'm under a lot of stress with work and school...but something has got to give. I honestly don't know how much longer I can go on like this.
I'm falling apart, I say!
Well, how about that for a positive, uplifting post? ;)
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