Today at work when I was pouring my morning coffee, one of my groovy office gals said "I love it, you are happy again". My first reaction was--the hell I am!
but then that didn't feel right either.
holy cow---could I be on the road to heart healthy?
stay tuned kiddos.....
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
basics
I have tried to get in the habit of writing a bit here and there, but nothing seems to come to mind when my fingers start tapping. Ah well here we go---the fingers must get in the habit of typing sometime.
But now I'm safe in October's nook of witches, goblins, Oktoberfests, dressing up and pretending you aren't you--at least for a moment. I love to rewatch all my favorite horror films. I don't dig the gore, not going to lie. But if there's a good story in it, I will scare the bejeezus out of myself, no questions asked. And since I'm a little bored talking about heart break, lost love, etc., etc. What better way to take ones mind off things than watching Ripley kick some alien asses?
Seems like a better option than hanging out with your ex"mutual friends".
just sayin'.....
Training's going nicely, except for last Friday, which I cancelled due to staying out too late on a school night, drinking way too much on a school night, and waking up realizing that I wasn't 25 anymore....the hangover was so intense my fingernails pulsed. Plus, the horrors of the night before were far worse than any haunted house could ever pull off.
STORY:
STORY:
My ex has a great friend, through the relationship he became a mutual friend. The three of us would parade around causing mischief. After the break-up, he didn't want to take sides.
What a great guy right? I mean-------plus-------
After everything had been said and done, that ex, wasn't the ex that I'm missing in my heart these days. It had been a while where any feeling other than relief or anger was felt regarding that situation. I thought that it would be fine and dandy to go out and have a few drinks.
Oh baby was I wrong.
The anger--oh the bile--oh the I should never have thought this was a good idea ever in the history of mankind. I've had some real shit for brains ideas, but I think this one, well, this one seems to take the cake. My first drink went down like a glass of water on a 100 degree day after jogging 120 miles.
The 2nd, even faster.
Then the wise gal in me came out and whispered---move to beer darlin' this road seems like it could be getting a little bumpy.
"Liar."
"excuse me"
shit, I thought that was my inner monologe, but no.
I'm not going to share the extent of embarrassment, angry slanders, you know, the great stuff that only comes to you when you wake up the next morning, take a shower, and hear these little voices that sound like you echoing words and phrases that you can only say---
no way, I wouldn't have said that out loud...
I did seal the night with the "hanging out with you is too hard"
he agreed.
Yay, glad I tried that little Science experiment out.
But now I'm safe in October's nook of witches, goblins, Oktoberfests, dressing up and pretending you aren't you--at least for a moment. I love to rewatch all my favorite horror films. I don't dig the gore, not going to lie. But if there's a good story in it, I will scare the bejeezus out of myself, no questions asked. And since I'm a little bored talking about heart break, lost love, etc., etc. What better way to take ones mind off things than watching Ripley kick some alien asses?
Seems like a better option than hanging out with your ex"mutual friends".
just sayin'.....
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Ready, set, ok now! I mean NOW!
I'm a 3 legged dog.
Well, my life has become the 3 legged dog.
There used to be four legs. I felt balanced. Work was great, friends groovy, family's healthy, and I was in love with the man of my dreams.
Then one day I got hit by a bus and lost one of my legs.
Work was still great.
Friends still groovy.
Family's health and well being--still there.
But the man of my dreams, well, he went off into the dark midnight.
I have spent the last month remembering the how's, what's, & why's of the breakup. Trying to make myself feel better by putting life into perspective, appreciating what I have, what I've been given, & what I've worked for.
But that one ghost leg, well I felt that loss like someone cut my jugular.
especially after a couple of martini's...
at night...
alone in bed.
However, even cutting out the martini's...at night....alone in bed still fucking sucked.
You would think that with life's experience it would get easier, but its doesn't. Visions of a natural disaster filled my head. Earthquake, Flood, Apocalypse. No one's there to help fight off Zombie's, those Mad Max guys, or the WeHo bandits who want to loot my cupboards because I was a Mormon once and have a weakness for food storage.
My team was disassembled.
The time has crept on since that awful Sunday, it's been 4 weeks, but it feels like 4 billion years. Some days are harder than others. No idea why I'm fine on Tuesday, but Thursday I've got tears in my ears and gargling with Draino sounds like the best idea since sliced bread.
It has been extremely difficult and I've let a lot of things slip. I hold myself together at work, because even an emotional puddle like me knows that would be REALLY BAD!! But as soon as 6pm hits, it's as if I exhale and the emotional tornado hits me head on. I race home, slam the door, lock the locks, and hide in my PJ's on the couch.
Eating hasn't been my favorite either--except cake.
I really love to eat cake and popcorn.
oh and beer.Not wine, its giving me bigger headaches than usual. And I tried the liquor way & well I was in the bathroom from 4am to 10am the next morning regretting that vodka solution.
I'm sure if I googled those 3 items, a diet proven to work would pop up. But, I'm guessing the way my jeans aren't zipping up, it's not the best way to go.
Let just say I'm out of whack. Not only emotionally, but physically.
All week I was sick, little by little I got worse and worse, till I finally had to stay home from work.
As I was laying on the couch in a Ny-quil induced trip, midway through Ugly Betty season 3, waiting for the Hot & Sour Soup to be delivered, I called out UNCLE!
This was NOT the way I was going to meet my demise. "I'm a kickboxing bad ass writer that has a wonderful job, great friends, and a hot as hell wardrobe. I'm not going to take this laying down!"
Well, I had to take it laying down because I was really fucking sick. BUT like the 3 legged dog, I knew I had to teach myself to walk again. I mean the dog knows his leg isn't there, but after a while it's like it was never there. Life as he knows it goes on. Fire hydrants, garbage smells, fence posts, the world again is his oyster. He doesn't whine about it or drink vodka from his dog dish. I had to learn to get back to my life.
Today I woke up feeling like a new woman. First off I could breath, not being filled with toxins was kind of awesome, and my voice didn't sound like I smoked a pack of menthol's.
This weekend I'm heading back to Muay Thai, I'm working on a writing project tossed aside "back in the day", and you know, I'm even going to start training for that half marathon I signed up for when I was drunk.
So take that universe! I'm back and working on being better than ever.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
After a long exhale, we begin again
Life has been pretty giving to me in the last few months. A turn in my career path, a turn I never knew existed found me. I am a firm believer in work your tail off and things show up, sometimes later than you really want them to, but show up just the same. Things don't exactly happen easy for me, in fact, I seem to find the hardest way to learn life lessons. However, let me tell you, when things do work out---every tear, stress ache, and glass of Jameson that you knocked back during those harder times seem to melt away into the unmemorable past.
Sure there are things that I'm not completely awesome with in my life, I mean, if I loved everything that was going on---wouldn't it be a little well--un-life like? All in all, life is not only nice, but going better than ever. Muay Thai is awesome, 3 of our girls are fighting--2 of them--for the first time on June 11th. I am so excited to go to a fight where I am personally involved with the players. Where my cheering comes from a place deep within, and well, I could go on and on.
Moral of the story: these girls seriously kick ass.
So here's where I admit to my anxiety with sparring. Hi, I'm Rachel Faith and I see stars and birds every time that damn mouth guard comes close to my lips, there...I said it. However, One can't exactly achieve a certain ones goal without overcoming one's fear of the pink, yes it's pink, mouthguard.
However, through the last few weeks, we've been putting the mouthpiece in during our weekly sessions, not just the Saturday sparring. Would you believe this small change has moved mountains in my hyperventalaking department? Things are slowly coming together like little lego's building a city, or a land, or well, my life.
As has the FIND ONE THING TO WORK ON AND FOCUS ON THAT: My 1 thing this month is taking the heavy nervous breathing down, it allows me to focus more on what I'm going to do, rather than my heart & mind racing. I'm also finding that if I take a moment after the bell chimes in to watch my opponent, little ideas pop into my head. One of the gals taped the session yesterday, and sure, I look like I was well, in a coma. But hey, I'm just starting...give me a break, plus I got some good hits in there:)
Regardless, back in the saddle again is a good feeling and the other thing that I was missing was my writing outlet.
So here I am, trying to compile a lego life that I love to live, not just dream of.
Sure there are things that I'm not completely awesome with in my life, I mean, if I loved everything that was going on---wouldn't it be a little well--un-life like? All in all, life is not only nice, but going better than ever. Muay Thai is awesome, 3 of our girls are fighting--2 of them--for the first time on June 11th. I am so excited to go to a fight where I am personally involved with the players. Where my cheering comes from a place deep within, and well, I could go on and on.
Moral of the story: these girls seriously kick ass.
So here's where I admit to my anxiety with sparring. Hi, I'm Rachel Faith and I see stars and birds every time that damn mouth guard comes close to my lips, there...I said it. However, One can't exactly achieve a certain ones goal without overcoming one's fear of the pink, yes it's pink, mouthguard.
However, through the last few weeks, we've been putting the mouthpiece in during our weekly sessions, not just the Saturday sparring. Would you believe this small change has moved mountains in my hyperventalaking department? Things are slowly coming together like little lego's building a city, or a land, or well, my life.
As has the FIND ONE THING TO WORK ON AND FOCUS ON THAT: My 1 thing this month is taking the heavy nervous breathing down, it allows me to focus more on what I'm going to do, rather than my heart & mind racing. I'm also finding that if I take a moment after the bell chimes in to watch my opponent, little ideas pop into my head. One of the gals taped the session yesterday, and sure, I look like I was well, in a coma. But hey, I'm just starting...give me a break, plus I got some good hits in there:)
Regardless, back in the saddle again is a good feeling and the other thing that I was missing was my writing outlet.
So here I am, trying to compile a lego life that I love to live, not just dream of.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Back in the Saddle again
Today felt good, today felt really good. After a couple of cancellations, I ended up being the only student in Little Lauren's class.
and boy did she kick my ass.
God, i just love it.
The amazing thing about fighting is that its a team effort. You are in charge of showing up, being strong, and keeping focused...but that's not enough.
You have your coaches who invest time, effort, and energy--for your personal success.
You have your teammates that you train with, spar with, and laugh with.
It's a circle, our coaches have their coaches, so on--so forth.
It's the ultimate pay it forward.
I always knew it, but I guess I just put it together tonight.
So, if I put that together after being part of this family for over a year and a half.
Then with continued training, practice, and sparring, perhaps the second nature will cast it's wonderful spell on me.
Here's hoping.....
and boy did she kick my ass.
God, i just love it.
The amazing thing about fighting is that its a team effort. You are in charge of showing up, being strong, and keeping focused...but that's not enough.
You have your coaches who invest time, effort, and energy--for your personal success.
You have your teammates that you train with, spar with, and laugh with.
It's a circle, our coaches have their coaches, so on--so forth.
It's the ultimate pay it forward.
I always knew it, but I guess I just put it together tonight.
So, if I put that together after being part of this family for over a year and a half.
Then with continued training, practice, and sparring, perhaps the second nature will cast it's wonderful spell on me.
Here's hoping.....
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
That backpack at the bottom of my closet...
A few years ago my friend George came into town and we went out, as old friend do. It was on a layover that I was teasing him about, he was flying from Utah to LA, to some middle American State to China then to Australia. It was on miles...so it was free.
George will do anything when it comes to free stuff, especially travel.
His brother, who was just going to start college, was joining him in Australia, though he was taking a straight through flight. An adventure if you will, before he started out on his own, with his big brother.
George is one of those people you want in your life because he's just real and he's just awesome.
clean and simple.
He was very excited to have this adventure with his younger brother and he asked if I could keep his other backpack, filled with who knows what, in my closet until he comes back to pick it up.
That trip was a trip of a lifetime because a couple of months later, he lost his brother.
He died in a fraternity hazing of alcohol poisoning.
George and his family have been through years of pain, legal bullshit, and trying to move on with a steady head and heart.
Tonight I had dinner with George. He has done tons of traveling, thinking, and growing through these past years. He brought a couple of friends and we all chatted, ate sushi like mad dogs, and talked about lives we have shed, currently have, and hope to have. It's why you go out to dinner in the first place.
Tonight he also picked up his backpack.
It's been at the back of my closet for sometime now, he doesn't remember what's in it. But I do know that when I took it out of the back corners of my closet, it felt heavy--and emotional.
That's the saddest backpack I've ever picked up in my life but when I handed it to him, it was happy--ready to go--and back at home.
Neither of us knew what was in that backpack, but both of us knew it represented the final adventure he had with his kid brother, and perhaps before now it was too early to feel it--now it was safe to feel him..
and remember him.
and love him.
Cheers George, take care.
George will do anything when it comes to free stuff, especially travel.
His brother, who was just going to start college, was joining him in Australia, though he was taking a straight through flight. An adventure if you will, before he started out on his own, with his big brother.
George is one of those people you want in your life because he's just real and he's just awesome.
clean and simple.
He was very excited to have this adventure with his younger brother and he asked if I could keep his other backpack, filled with who knows what, in my closet until he comes back to pick it up.
That trip was a trip of a lifetime because a couple of months later, he lost his brother.
He died in a fraternity hazing of alcohol poisoning.
George and his family have been through years of pain, legal bullshit, and trying to move on with a steady head and heart.
Tonight I had dinner with George. He has done tons of traveling, thinking, and growing through these past years. He brought a couple of friends and we all chatted, ate sushi like mad dogs, and talked about lives we have shed, currently have, and hope to have. It's why you go out to dinner in the first place.
Tonight he also picked up his backpack.
It's been at the back of my closet for sometime now, he doesn't remember what's in it. But I do know that when I took it out of the back corners of my closet, it felt heavy--and emotional.
That's the saddest backpack I've ever picked up in my life but when I handed it to him, it was happy--ready to go--and back at home.
Neither of us knew what was in that backpack, but both of us knew it represented the final adventure he had with his kid brother, and perhaps before now it was too early to feel it--now it was safe to feel him..
and remember him.
and love him.
Cheers George, take care.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Better than before, but more work to be done
I'm sitting here, excuse me lying here on the couch, not exactly basking in today's sparring session...but not completely defeated.
Today I merely focused on blocking, however my nervousness to counter was still there. Both girls that I sparred last week went easier on me. It was perfect for today, as I was so nervous that I nearly puked on the mat. The butterflies were building to such a high degree, that I had to pause to take a moment to tell myself that no matter what it was fine.
I guess it worked to a point, I wasn't aggressive, and in my mind I was going to counter when hit on the left -hook, cross, hook and on the right--cross, hook, cross. But that didn't work out so well. My hooks are hitting in a weird place when they land, everything needs to be brought up (reasons why you just keep going back). Also, I realized that even with the mental "keep your hands up", it wasn't applying to the actual punching, I was punching lower and leaving my face completely open to any sort of counter from my partner.
This sparring business is a bit like a puzzle. Drills that we have learned the past year and a half, are making a little more sense--though right now it's only by Roxy's coaching. I guess it's easier to say that it's not second nature yet.
Instead of dodging out of the gym, I was able to smile--fat lip and all (it wouldn't be a true session without some sort of wound now would it?).
Remembering why I do this in the first place.
Today I merely focused on blocking, however my nervousness to counter was still there. Both girls that I sparred last week went easier on me. It was perfect for today, as I was so nervous that I nearly puked on the mat. The butterflies were building to such a high degree, that I had to pause to take a moment to tell myself that no matter what it was fine.
I guess it worked to a point, I wasn't aggressive, and in my mind I was going to counter when hit on the left -hook, cross, hook and on the right--cross, hook, cross. But that didn't work out so well. My hooks are hitting in a weird place when they land, everything needs to be brought up (reasons why you just keep going back). Also, I realized that even with the mental "keep your hands up", it wasn't applying to the actual punching, I was punching lower and leaving my face completely open to any sort of counter from my partner.
This sparring business is a bit like a puzzle. Drills that we have learned the past year and a half, are making a little more sense--though right now it's only by Roxy's coaching. I guess it's easier to say that it's not second nature yet.
Instead of dodging out of the gym, I was able to smile--fat lip and all (it wouldn't be a true session without some sort of wound now would it?).
Remembering why I do this in the first place.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
and the winner goes to....
Something that I have never missed at least as long as I can remember, is the Academy Awards. I remember being a kid and laughing my head off at the cleverness of Billy Crystal and his songs that tied in all the nominated films. I remember when they replaced him, brought him back, replaced him, then tried to bring him back to no avail.
This year looked like it could start out strong, but then it died and became just about the awards...which it is, but still...give me something, just a lil' show or something....
The one thing that I really wanted to happen more than anything on the face of the planet was for Colin Firth to win.
and he did.
any other award was merely icing.
After eating my weight in Indian food, drinking a few bottles of wine, and losing to Zack...I still have to say regardless, Oscar Night is one of my favorite nights. On the way to Sheli & Zack's, I saw people loading their cars with food on a stick, bottles of wine, desserts, god forbid I even saw a Crock Pot or 2, though I am pretty sure the little smokies from Super Bowl were not occupying them.
I, like most in this town, have given my fair share of Academy speeches into hair brushes, shampoo bottles, you know anything that resembles a microphone.
Not going to lie, it's a dream.
but until then, I need to catch up on some flicks, keep up on some writers, and give some of my time to the short film community. It's these nights that I remember why I packed up my Trooper those 10 years ago to come out here and work on film.
ahhhhhhh filmmmmmmmmmm.......
This year looked like it could start out strong, but then it died and became just about the awards...which it is, but still...give me something, just a lil' show or something....
The one thing that I really wanted to happen more than anything on the face of the planet was for Colin Firth to win.
and he did.
any other award was merely icing.
After eating my weight in Indian food, drinking a few bottles of wine, and losing to Zack...I still have to say regardless, Oscar Night is one of my favorite nights. On the way to Sheli & Zack's, I saw people loading their cars with food on a stick, bottles of wine, desserts, god forbid I even saw a Crock Pot or 2, though I am pretty sure the little smokies from Super Bowl were not occupying them.
I, like most in this town, have given my fair share of Academy speeches into hair brushes, shampoo bottles, you know anything that resembles a microphone.
Not going to lie, it's a dream.
but until then, I need to catch up on some flicks, keep up on some writers, and give some of my time to the short film community. It's these nights that I remember why I packed up my Trooper those 10 years ago to come out here and work on film.
ahhhhhhh filmmmmmmmmmm.......
Saturday, February 26, 2011
My asseth has been kicketh
"Don't Get Cocky"
Today's sparring didn't go as well as last weeks. Actually come to think of it, last week I still made the mistakes I did this week, I just went against people who made me pay for them.
I went in feeling fairly confident, I went against a girl who had a huge part in getting me where I am today.
and she beat the crap out of me.
I lost my confidence 30 seconds in, my brains went scrambled like eggs, and the adrenaline was only making me sloppy. I walked into the same punch 3 or 4 times, then time out.
Then I went against one of the trainers. I knew I had 3 more people to go up against and I had lost everything that I had. I honestly can say, I gave up trying during this one. Then the swift kick to the gut knocked me on my knees without a breath in my body.
The only thought that went through my mind was "are you sure you are cut out for this part of it? Is this a goal that is necessary?" But I did get up, and the tears were caught in my throat. Emotions ran really high and close to the skin, I just had to make it through 2 more matches, then I could stretch, and then I could go to my car and breakdown. My eyes burned and the tears did attempt to squeeze out before I left the gym, but all and all, with blood running down my knee from the scab that just won't fucking heal, I made it to the corner.
No idea why the breakdown happened, but every emotion in the book was whirled up inside of me and I called my PIC and well, bawled.
and bawled.
and bawled.
and bawled.
It was as if every emotion that had been tucked away deep inside my psyche was released by that kick, and when my breath came back, I felt new and exhausted. A sort of baptism by fire.
I am lucky to have someone to listen to my rants and calm my tears. He had great points, that it wouldn't hit this hard again--though of course, I would get hit this hard again, but that comes with the territory.
The emotional flow--the breakdown--though they may come again, it will never be as powerful as today. Slowly but surely, they will get less and less. I need to concentrate on what my counters are, where my hands are, and have a strategy.
Today I went in there messy and cocky.
Next week, I'm hoping for focused and humble.
I'm writing embarrassingly honest about this right now, because I hope to be able to look back on this in the next 6 months and well, laugh? learn? both?
As Roxy says, if it wasn't hard--everybody would do it.
So I need to brush myself off and go to class. Next week, I will be there for sparing and the next week, and the week after that.
I will learn from my mistakes and continue to get better.
It is a process, not an immediate.
Today's sparring didn't go as well as last weeks. Actually come to think of it, last week I still made the mistakes I did this week, I just went against people who made me pay for them.
I went in feeling fairly confident, I went against a girl who had a huge part in getting me where I am today.
and she beat the crap out of me.
I lost my confidence 30 seconds in, my brains went scrambled like eggs, and the adrenaline was only making me sloppy. I walked into the same punch 3 or 4 times, then time out.
Then I went against one of the trainers. I knew I had 3 more people to go up against and I had lost everything that I had. I honestly can say, I gave up trying during this one. Then the swift kick to the gut knocked me on my knees without a breath in my body.
The only thought that went through my mind was "are you sure you are cut out for this part of it? Is this a goal that is necessary?" But I did get up, and the tears were caught in my throat. Emotions ran really high and close to the skin, I just had to make it through 2 more matches, then I could stretch, and then I could go to my car and breakdown. My eyes burned and the tears did attempt to squeeze out before I left the gym, but all and all, with blood running down my knee from the scab that just won't fucking heal, I made it to the corner.
No idea why the breakdown happened, but every emotion in the book was whirled up inside of me and I called my PIC and well, bawled.
and bawled.
and bawled.
and bawled.
It was as if every emotion that had been tucked away deep inside my psyche was released by that kick, and when my breath came back, I felt new and exhausted. A sort of baptism by fire.
I am lucky to have someone to listen to my rants and calm my tears. He had great points, that it wouldn't hit this hard again--though of course, I would get hit this hard again, but that comes with the territory.
The emotional flow--the breakdown--though they may come again, it will never be as powerful as today. Slowly but surely, they will get less and less. I need to concentrate on what my counters are, where my hands are, and have a strategy.
Today I went in there messy and cocky.
Next week, I'm hoping for focused and humble.
I'm writing embarrassingly honest about this right now, because I hope to be able to look back on this in the next 6 months and well, laugh? learn? both?
As Roxy says, if it wasn't hard--everybody would do it.
So I need to brush myself off and go to class. Next week, I will be there for sparing and the next week, and the week after that.
I will learn from my mistakes and continue to get better.
It is a process, not an immediate.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Jiu Jitsu, Sparring, and Three Day Weekends....
I don't know if there has ever been a 3 day-er that I have looked forward to, or needed more than this one. The exhaustion of life had just settled in, and all I wanted to do was sit back, relax, and not have to do anything.
That's precisely what I did.
Saturday was my first sparring class, so I stayed in on Friday and got some good night sleep. Woke up, had a complete breakfast, laid about, then went. It went a lot better than I expected, though I dropped my hands like they were going out of style. My kicks were a lot higher, but SO SLOW!!! When I went up against Dustin, the Jiu Jitsu trainer of the gym, he caught every single one (DAMMIT!) and I also need to stand up straight, my posture can't be hunched like in boxing. Muay Thai is tall. The low kicks seemed to be the easiest and the body shots that I have a hard time with on the pads, made so much sense when going up against someone. I left with a full mind and elated at the possibilities. I knew that when I started sparring that it would connect and I would see more of what areas I needed help in. Plus getting the "good job" from Roxy was completely awesome.
Coasting on that high, I cruised home, showered, and met my boys. We all kicked our feet up before going out for my PIC's birthday dinner. He has a son, who I'll simply label Lil' PIC. This child is amazing and you will hear more and more about him, because he is a little MMA fighter in training as well. (and let me tell you, his head kicks and take downs are pretty amazing).
After watching a significant amount of "Idiot Abroad" (I LOVE CARL!!) and nature shows, we set out into the rainy night for some serious steakhouse food. The weekend continued to consist of movies: "The Losers" which was complete kickbutt goodness, "Dinner for Schmucks" because it was my PIC's 1st screen credit, YES! though not very good :(.
I finally had to peel myself away from their goodness to do some chores around the house and attempt my first Jiu Jitsu class.
Ahh, 3 Dayers, you go so damn fast. But oh how I love you!
That's precisely what I did.
Saturday was my first sparring class, so I stayed in on Friday and got some good night sleep. Woke up, had a complete breakfast, laid about, then went. It went a lot better than I expected, though I dropped my hands like they were going out of style. My kicks were a lot higher, but SO SLOW!!! When I went up against Dustin, the Jiu Jitsu trainer of the gym, he caught every single one (DAMMIT!) and I also need to stand up straight, my posture can't be hunched like in boxing. Muay Thai is tall. The low kicks seemed to be the easiest and the body shots that I have a hard time with on the pads, made so much sense when going up against someone. I left with a full mind and elated at the possibilities. I knew that when I started sparring that it would connect and I would see more of what areas I needed help in. Plus getting the "good job" from Roxy was completely awesome.
Coasting on that high, I cruised home, showered, and met my boys. We all kicked our feet up before going out for my PIC's birthday dinner. He has a son, who I'll simply label Lil' PIC. This child is amazing and you will hear more and more about him, because he is a little MMA fighter in training as well. (and let me tell you, his head kicks and take downs are pretty amazing).
After watching a significant amount of "Idiot Abroad" (I LOVE CARL!!) and nature shows, we set out into the rainy night for some serious steakhouse food. The weekend continued to consist of movies: "The Losers" which was complete kickbutt goodness, "Dinner for Schmucks" because it was my PIC's 1st screen credit, YES! though not very good :(.
I finally had to peel myself away from their goodness to do some chores around the house and attempt my first Jiu Jitsu class.
Ahh, 3 Dayers, you go so damn fast. But oh how I love you!
Backward Roll? No Go!
In gym class I was never one to excel when it came to the gymnastic's part of the quarter. There was a girl named Chandy Horman who was an olympic hopeful and yes, she always seemed to be in my gym class. The drills would be laid out on the equipment, she would take to it like the pro she was, and then "just for fun" she would show us all one of her routines.
Secretly I would go home and act out what she did on the balancing beam, her double flips I would simply improvise by jumping up facing one way, then "land" facing the other.
This is the first time I've actually said this outloud--
ever.......
In my head, I really could pull this off. In reality however, it was never going to happen.
Cut to over 20 years later--Jiu Jitsu.
"roll over your left shoulder" ok, I can do that--I think.
"roll over your right shoulder" ok, again, able to pull this off.
"backwards roll over your left shoulder" excuse me?
The first time didn't seem so bad--but when the fear set in the 2nd time, I rolled over my neck because well I didn't tuck.
Oh you backwards roll--
and the inching...
and the squirming.
This is definitely going to be a challenge. However, when I get it down--how rewarding right?
I mean, I'm living proof that a completely uncoordinated girl of a less than stellar age, can learn new tricks.
So, hopefully my neck-my body-and my back, are all game to conquer this new adventure....
Secretly I would go home and act out what she did on the balancing beam, her double flips I would simply improvise by jumping up facing one way, then "land" facing the other.
This is the first time I've actually said this outloud--
ever.......
In my head, I really could pull this off. In reality however, it was never going to happen.
Cut to over 20 years later--Jiu Jitsu.
"roll over your left shoulder" ok, I can do that--I think.
"roll over your right shoulder" ok, again, able to pull this off.
"backwards roll over your left shoulder" excuse me?
The first time didn't seem so bad--but when the fear set in the 2nd time, I rolled over my neck because well I didn't tuck.
Oh you backwards roll--
and the inching...
and the squirming.
This is definitely going to be a challenge. However, when I get it down--how rewarding right?
I mean, I'm living proof that a completely uncoordinated girl of a less than stellar age, can learn new tricks.
So, hopefully my neck-my body-and my back, are all game to conquer this new adventure....
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
2nd Jiu Jitsu class and my scab came off...
Tonight was my first double duty day. While learning the ropes of Jiu Jitsu, I still need to get my mad Muay Thai skills and well, a work out. So I've decided to double dip. Today was my first day of doing that and well, after kick sparing and the knee that has been giving me problems since I nearly fell on my face (Please check out Rachel's no good, very bad day entry for details). Just uncomfortable problems, not permanent problems. One thing that I can tell you is ever since Muay Thai, my knees have been swollen and well, not exactly the most attractive in the world. Scabs are formed, then they are ripped off before they are healed, scars are left, black spots, yeah---they pretty much well suck. Today was no exception.
Being my 2nd class, I am definitely having a problem with backward rolls and grappling makes me a little shy, but I'll get over that. I have never been a gymnast and well, now I get to fake it til I make it. The thing that's keeping me going is those early days of Muay Thai. I threw girlie punches, weak kicks, and sloppy footwork. Now it seems to come together a little easier. This someday will be the same.
But I DO need to get a rash guard, those mats ripped my back up something fierce. (as well as a change of clothes, deodorant, boy was I unprepared!)
That's all I have for tonight, I ate a bowl of hot cereal--Trader Joes version of cracked wheat--for dinner, hoping it would sustain me. It made my tummy gurgle all night long. My exhaustion after a hot shower is quickly setting in. Lets just hope that the scab that was accidentally ripped off, has stopped bleeding and won't end up all over my sheets.....
Being my 2nd class, I am definitely having a problem with backward rolls and grappling makes me a little shy, but I'll get over that. I have never been a gymnast and well, now I get to fake it til I make it. The thing that's keeping me going is those early days of Muay Thai. I threw girlie punches, weak kicks, and sloppy footwork. Now it seems to come together a little easier. This someday will be the same.
But I DO need to get a rash guard, those mats ripped my back up something fierce. (as well as a change of clothes, deodorant, boy was I unprepared!)
That's all I have for tonight, I ate a bowl of hot cereal--Trader Joes version of cracked wheat--for dinner, hoping it would sustain me. It made my tummy gurgle all night long. My exhaustion after a hot shower is quickly setting in. Lets just hope that the scab that was accidentally ripped off, has stopped bleeding and won't end up all over my sheets.....
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Rachel's no good very bad day
Well, it started off looking like it could be a somewhat good day.
I mean, there were no particularly bad signs--there was hot water.
I for once, was not completely behind schedule and snoozed only for 3 minutes on top of the mandatory 15.
When I drove to work, I rocked out to Hole's "Awful" which--hello, "Celebrity Skin" is a fucking great album...where was I when this came out? probably pulsing my finger to some DJ of the moment.....anyway-not the point.
The point is--there were no signs-dude it was pay day. Nothing bad happens on pay day!
I got to work.
I poured coffee.
I drank said coffee.
I did my AM routine.
Then the unraveling began--
Rach we need you to do a spreadsheet---beat
a spreadsheet with 622 rows--beat
from these---beat
3 thick piles of paperwork are thrown down with a dramatic thud
did I mention that I have done said spreadsheet in 1 way or another 3 times?
also that I am NOT A SECRETARY, I'm sorry, I'M NOT AN ADMINISTRATIVE ASSISTANT! But I am a girl who can type--so I guess that's the next best thing.
that wasn't even the bad part--like I said--it was the unraveling.
I feverishly texted my PIC for support.
Text received--support given--along with X's and O's and a take the high road, we have a 3 day weekend ahead.
One thing that I promised I would do today was get an oil change. It's been far too long and the light decided to remind me that if I didn't do something soon, the engine was going to give up "POOF" then die. Thank God there's a handy, dandy place on the corner. After resigning to my Excel fate, I excused myself to lunch. The plan was this: I was going to hit Rite-Aid, grab tampons, go across the street for McDonalds-its true, I eat crappy bad fast food once a month--do I need to explain more than that? didn't think so.
Then after picking up the delicious McDonalds, I would drive to the corner and walk back to work.
Ready-
Set-
Go-
Rite Aid--check, I left with supplies and a couple Cadbury Creme Eggs which I can not resist, as well as a peanut butter egg for good measure.
McDonalds--check. Filet Fish, super sized fries, small chicken selects with hot mustard, and an ice tea. I literally just pour that hot mustard over everything--its divinity in my book.
Car Shop--check. Dropped off, keys handed over.
Now if I would have just stopped there. Enjoyed my food. Took a different route--my day could have been something completely different than it was.
But I didn't-
so it wasn't--
Walking my way back to the office, I noticed a guy sifting through the trash. I didn't think much of it, it's Hollywood--you see that sort of thing all the time. Usually said person isn't the one that comes to your rescue after---
THUD!!
the eyelets on your boots hook into eachother and rip your feet from underneath you causing you to fall flat on your delicious McDonalds, spilling fries, ice tea, leaving you a human puddle on the ground.
Luckily the natural reaction to falling is putting your hands out or else I would have broken my nose.
Instead, I bloodied my palms, ripped my favorite pair of jeans (DAMMIT!), ripped up my knee, smashed my filet a fish, and I just laid where I fell.
After my brain settled and the reality started coming into focus, I looked around and well--
cried.
The garbage wrangler guy ran over asking me if I was ok. I was still down and sobbing but out of the corner of my eye I saw 1 Cadbury Creme egg, in perfect condition, rolling on the cement. I took that egg and held it tight. At least one of us made it unharmed. If I could have laid there and just been left alone, I would have. Being sprawled out felt much better than trying to pick myself back up.
But with the help of the sweet homeless guy, I did get up. And you know what he said to me?
"Don't you worry honey, don't be embarrassed." Dammit, why don't I ever have cash?
I just nodded and he went back to his business. Limping back to the office, carrying a half torn, now muddy Mcdonald's bag- I must have been a sight to see.
My sunglasses miraculously stayed on--no idea how this happened--so I ducked into the office without anyone seeing my red rimmed eyes. It was Chris, our deliverables guy who discovered me first. I was practicing a brave face, but as soon as he came in I just burst out into tears and pointed to my knee.
"Oh my god your knee!" then I pointed to my hand....
"Oh my god your hand!". Who says we ever grow up when it comes to injuries?
Damn skinny jeans--damn my favorite pair of skinny jeans--it was next to impossible rolling those bad boys up. He ran to the 1st aid kit, grabbed bandages, tape, guaze, and alcohol (we have a surprisingly amazing 1st aid kit!) and started dabbing, wrapping, I was still crying. My boss came in, the tears rained a little harder. I think I cried more in that hour than I have in well, months.
After getting all fixed up. Life resumed back to normal for about 15 minutes.
Then the garage called----
"honey--you need some serious front brakes replaced."
Of course I do--why wouldn't I?
I quietly went through my day. The story of the days events getting funnier and funnier every time.
I canceled Kick Boxing.
I figured that staying in for the night was my best option for survival.
That and well, I couldn't really walk.
But when I got home, I received my information on my tax return.
My goal of debt free by my next birthday is a reality.
I did it.
So all that crazy suckage that was my day---well----lets just say, February 17th, 2011 ended on a high note.
I mean, there were no particularly bad signs--there was hot water.
I for once, was not completely behind schedule and snoozed only for 3 minutes on top of the mandatory 15.
When I drove to work, I rocked out to Hole's "Awful" which--hello, "Celebrity Skin" is a fucking great album...where was I when this came out? probably pulsing my finger to some DJ of the moment.....anyway-not the point.
The point is--there were no signs-dude it was pay day. Nothing bad happens on pay day!
I got to work.
I poured coffee.
I drank said coffee.
I did my AM routine.
Then the unraveling began--
Rach we need you to do a spreadsheet---beat
a spreadsheet with 622 rows--beat
from these---beat
3 thick piles of paperwork are thrown down with a dramatic thud
did I mention that I have done said spreadsheet in 1 way or another 3 times?
also that I am NOT A SECRETARY, I'm sorry, I'M NOT AN ADMINISTRATIVE ASSISTANT! But I am a girl who can type--so I guess that's the next best thing.
that wasn't even the bad part--like I said--it was the unraveling.
I feverishly texted my PIC for support.
Text received--support given--along with X's and O's and a take the high road, we have a 3 day weekend ahead.
One thing that I promised I would do today was get an oil change. It's been far too long and the light decided to remind me that if I didn't do something soon, the engine was going to give up "POOF" then die. Thank God there's a handy, dandy place on the corner. After resigning to my Excel fate, I excused myself to lunch. The plan was this: I was going to hit Rite-Aid, grab tampons, go across the street for McDonalds-its true, I eat crappy bad fast food once a month--do I need to explain more than that? didn't think so.
Then after picking up the delicious McDonalds, I would drive to the corner and walk back to work.
Ready-
Set-
Go-
Rite Aid--check, I left with supplies and a couple Cadbury Creme Eggs which I can not resist, as well as a peanut butter egg for good measure.
McDonalds--check. Filet Fish, super sized fries, small chicken selects with hot mustard, and an ice tea. I literally just pour that hot mustard over everything--its divinity in my book.
Car Shop--check. Dropped off, keys handed over.
Now if I would have just stopped there. Enjoyed my food. Took a different route--my day could have been something completely different than it was.
But I didn't-
so it wasn't--
Walking my way back to the office, I noticed a guy sifting through the trash. I didn't think much of it, it's Hollywood--you see that sort of thing all the time. Usually said person isn't the one that comes to your rescue after---
THUD!!
the eyelets on your boots hook into eachother and rip your feet from underneath you causing you to fall flat on your delicious McDonalds, spilling fries, ice tea, leaving you a human puddle on the ground.
Luckily the natural reaction to falling is putting your hands out or else I would have broken my nose.
Instead, I bloodied my palms, ripped my favorite pair of jeans (DAMMIT!), ripped up my knee, smashed my filet a fish, and I just laid where I fell.
After my brain settled and the reality started coming into focus, I looked around and well--
cried.
The garbage wrangler guy ran over asking me if I was ok. I was still down and sobbing but out of the corner of my eye I saw 1 Cadbury Creme egg, in perfect condition, rolling on the cement. I took that egg and held it tight. At least one of us made it unharmed. If I could have laid there and just been left alone, I would have. Being sprawled out felt much better than trying to pick myself back up.
But with the help of the sweet homeless guy, I did get up. And you know what he said to me?
"Don't you worry honey, don't be embarrassed." Dammit, why don't I ever have cash?
I just nodded and he went back to his business. Limping back to the office, carrying a half torn, now muddy Mcdonald's bag- I must have been a sight to see.
My sunglasses miraculously stayed on--no idea how this happened--so I ducked into the office without anyone seeing my red rimmed eyes. It was Chris, our deliverables guy who discovered me first. I was practicing a brave face, but as soon as he came in I just burst out into tears and pointed to my knee.
"Oh my god your knee!" then I pointed to my hand....
"Oh my god your hand!". Who says we ever grow up when it comes to injuries?
Damn skinny jeans--damn my favorite pair of skinny jeans--it was next to impossible rolling those bad boys up. He ran to the 1st aid kit, grabbed bandages, tape, guaze, and alcohol (we have a surprisingly amazing 1st aid kit!) and started dabbing, wrapping, I was still crying. My boss came in, the tears rained a little harder. I think I cried more in that hour than I have in well, months.
After getting all fixed up. Life resumed back to normal for about 15 minutes.
Then the garage called----
"honey--you need some serious front brakes replaced."
Of course I do--why wouldn't I?
I quietly went through my day. The story of the days events getting funnier and funnier every time.
I canceled Kick Boxing.
I figured that staying in for the night was my best option for survival.
That and well, I couldn't really walk.
But when I got home, I received my information on my tax return.
My goal of debt free by my next birthday is a reality.
I did it.
So all that crazy suckage that was my day---well----lets just say, February 17th, 2011 ended on a high note.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Oh how the heart grows fonder
I am definitely what one would call a romantic. This has caused me problems ever since my first kiss. In fact, one of my biggest failures has been the expectations of Valentines Day. Gestures that were supposed to be deep in thought and meaningful have ended in breakups, fires, broken glasses, and the standing favorite, a steak being thrown at my head.
Needless to say, this year has changed my heart about this day. Things have been so raw, real, and wonderful with My Partner in Crime, it has been a dream come true.
What more could a girl want?
Well, there's nothing more amazing than when you are in the tornado known as work and a dozen roses walk through the door. Oh, the glow, the drift, the dream of knowing not only are you in love-but someone loves you back.
Tomorrow will be back to normal business, the new gym is open, and there's a nearly full year beckoning success in every corner I can shovel it.
All I need to do is show up, work hard, and believe that I deserve it.
and yes, that means in love too.
Needless to say, this year has changed my heart about this day. Things have been so raw, real, and wonderful with My Partner in Crime, it has been a dream come true.
What more could a girl want?
Well, there's nothing more amazing than when you are in the tornado known as work and a dozen roses walk through the door. Oh, the glow, the drift, the dream of knowing not only are you in love-but someone loves you back.
Tomorrow will be back to normal business, the new gym is open, and there's a nearly full year beckoning success in every corner I can shovel it.
All I need to do is show up, work hard, and believe that I deserve it.
and yes, that means in love too.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Canceled out, Mind Refreshed, Hair Redyed...back on schedule
Sometimes work just throws a monkey wrench in what you want to accomplish in your "real life". Consider the monkey wrench thrown today. However, I had this feeling that the day was going to go South after I made the statement "not much footage today, we'll be sittin' pretty".
oh Rachel, how many times do we have to learn this lesson???
The drive home seemed to take forever today. Lots of left hand turns during rush hour, lots of lines, lots of everything that makes Los Angeles traffic EPIC. As a matter of fact the only thing that was truly going in my favor was that I was heading TOWARDS my abode and AWAY from the office.
Things just had to change.
and they did.
Due to random crazy breakouts, I resigned up with Proactive because if Katy Perry can do it, so can I, plus I was desperate--this breakout was not budging. The beautiful package was at my door, hope filled my heart. Immediately I ripped open the container, jumped in shower to wash off my day, and washed my face with all 3 steps. I swear I saw the zits disappear moments later, success was on its way. Except my attention was then drawn to my hair line...my completely gray-I should have dyed it 2 weeks ago-hair line. Life had gotten in the way and vain Rachel took the back seat, while some rag-a-muffin took the wheel. Thank goodness the box dye was already purchased. I'm now a perfectly good redhead with Proactive masque globbed on problem areas,(per the insider tips!) I know it sounds vain & shallow, but these 2 little things gave me hope to live another day. Next, a big bowl of popcorn & a movie.
I tried to watch the Social Network, but the first scene made me rethink my mood and the patience I would have to have to watch a bunch of yuppie shitheads make millions and sue eachother.
Hmm, perhaps Saturday after work (yep work) I'll be more up to the insanity, plus it's a drinking day. Nah, I settled for Friday Night Lights, I'm on Season 4 and just love Tami Taylor. She's the Mom that I would like to believe I would be if my world had swayed in another direction.
Muay Thai was put on the back burner tonight, but I'll be back with a positive attitude tomorrow. Sometimes all you have to do is show up and it works itself out.
Sometimes, you just know yourself and you need to take a moment out for you.
The top option generally trumps the the bottom, which makes the bottom one much more meaningful when you choose it.
Well, here's to life--and Hulu--for saving Cougartown & Modern Family so I can laugh before I go to sleep. And whaddya know, not a thought about work for 3 hours now.
how sweet it is...........
oh Rachel, how many times do we have to learn this lesson???
The drive home seemed to take forever today. Lots of left hand turns during rush hour, lots of lines, lots of everything that makes Los Angeles traffic EPIC. As a matter of fact the only thing that was truly going in my favor was that I was heading TOWARDS my abode and AWAY from the office.
Things just had to change.
and they did.
Due to random crazy breakouts, I resigned up with Proactive because if Katy Perry can do it, so can I, plus I was desperate--this breakout was not budging. The beautiful package was at my door, hope filled my heart. Immediately I ripped open the container, jumped in shower to wash off my day, and washed my face with all 3 steps. I swear I saw the zits disappear moments later, success was on its way. Except my attention was then drawn to my hair line...my completely gray-I should have dyed it 2 weeks ago-hair line. Life had gotten in the way and vain Rachel took the back seat, while some rag-a-muffin took the wheel. Thank goodness the box dye was already purchased. I'm now a perfectly good redhead with Proactive masque globbed on problem areas,(per the insider tips!) I know it sounds vain & shallow, but these 2 little things gave me hope to live another day. Next, a big bowl of popcorn & a movie.
I tried to watch the Social Network, but the first scene made me rethink my mood and the patience I would have to have to watch a bunch of yuppie shitheads make millions and sue eachother.
Hmm, perhaps Saturday after work (yep work) I'll be more up to the insanity, plus it's a drinking day. Nah, I settled for Friday Night Lights, I'm on Season 4 and just love Tami Taylor. She's the Mom that I would like to believe I would be if my world had swayed in another direction.
Muay Thai was put on the back burner tonight, but I'll be back with a positive attitude tomorrow. Sometimes all you have to do is show up and it works itself out.
Sometimes, you just know yourself and you need to take a moment out for you.
The top option generally trumps the the bottom, which makes the bottom one much more meaningful when you choose it.
Well, here's to life--and Hulu--for saving Cougartown & Modern Family so I can laugh before I go to sleep. And whaddya know, not a thought about work for 3 hours now.
how sweet it is...........
Monday, February 7, 2011
YUM!
Friday--drinks with dinner
Saturday--birthday party drinks
Sunday--Super Bowl, um...doesn't that say enough?
The quickest way to lose my A game is one of my favorite past times and lord have mercy was class a hardship tonight. But I wasn't about to cancel, cuz well, I know what I have to do. So, after having my ass handed to me, I made the below tasty, tasty treat. Now all I need is a little elf to do my dishes :)
Pork and Stir-Fried Vegetables with Spicy Asian Sauce
1 teaspoon canola oil
1/4 cup hoisin sauce
1/4 cup ketchup
1 teaspoon low-sodium soy sauce
1/2 teaspoon bottled minced garlic
1/8 to 1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper
1 (1-pound) pork tenderloin, trimmed, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
1 teaspoon black pepper
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons dark sesame oil
1 cup presliced zucchini
1 cup presliced red bell pepper
1 teaspoon bottled ground fresh ginger (such as Spice World)
1/2 cup chopped green onions
1 teaspoon toasted sesame seeds
CALORIES 244 (31% from fat); FAT 8.5g (sat 1.9g,mono 3.6g,poly 2.3g); IRON 2mg; CHOLESTEROL 74mg; CALCIUM 24mg; CARBOHYDRATE 15.6g; SODIUM 678mg; PROTEIN 25.6g; FIBER 1.7g
Saturday--birthday party drinks
Sunday--Super Bowl, um...doesn't that say enough?
The quickest way to lose my A game is one of my favorite past times and lord have mercy was class a hardship tonight. But I wasn't about to cancel, cuz well, I know what I have to do. So, after having my ass handed to me, I made the below tasty, tasty treat. Now all I need is a little elf to do my dishes :)
Pork and Stir-Fried Vegetables with Spicy Asian Sauce
1 teaspoon canola oil
1/4 cup hoisin sauce
1/4 cup ketchup
1 teaspoon low-sodium soy sauce
1/2 teaspoon bottled minced garlic
1/8 to 1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper
1 (1-pound) pork tenderloin, trimmed, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
1 teaspoon black pepper
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons dark sesame oil
1 cup presliced zucchini
1 cup presliced red bell pepper
1 teaspoon bottled ground fresh ginger (such as Spice World)
1/2 cup chopped green onions
1 teaspoon toasted sesame seeds
Heat canola oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Combine hoisin sauce and next 4 ingredients (through ground red pepper), stirring until blended; set side. Add pork to pan; sprinkle with black pepper and salt. Cook 3 minutes on each side or until done. Remove from pan. Add sesame oil to pan. Add zucchini, bell pepper, and ginger; stir-fry 4 minutes or until bell pepper is tender. Stir in onions and pork. Add hoisin mixture to pan; toss to coat. Sprinkle with sesame seeds.
CALORIES 244 (31% from fat); FAT 8.5g (sat 1.9g,mono 3.6g,poly 2.3g); IRON 2mg; CHOLESTEROL 74mg; CALCIUM 24mg; CARBOHYDRATE 15.6g; SODIUM 678mg; PROTEIN 25.6g; FIBER 1.7g
Monday, January 31, 2011
Loves and Punches xxxxx
The exhaustion that I'm feeling tonight is throbbing in both my big toes. We did kick to knee combos and being the first challenge in a while and coming off of a 4 day hiatus, it left me shaking like a leaf.
Roxy's Challenge:
3 sets of 100 punches and 15 burpees on your gloves.
oooh nellyyyy.....
Everything for me today was in slow motion, my timing with the connection of the kick and the knee was too far apart, the pivoting on my hook was yet again a problem. I could continue on everything that was extremely lack luster, but I'm trying to stay positive. I'm going to start pinpointing goals I want to work on and then add on weekly. This weeks goal is definitely to pivot. Although the floor is tough because its hard wood, its still no excuse to get lazy. PIVOT!
The class has started sparring, but due to other things I have not been able to attend a sparring class. I can't wait until this Saturday, it will be my first Muay Thai sparring match and from this I'll definitely be able to see what needs work.
Mom and Dad were in town this weekend, it was awesome and restful. We did our Costco run, which is tradition. There's something about Costco that brings this safe and comfy feeling inside. The three of us went counter to counter, tasting all the sample goodness they are known for, then it just seemed overwhelming and we all decided it was leave now or die. It was one of our mellower visits, but I embraced it whole heartedly. It was just so nice to pop in movie after movie, eat, chat, repeat.
It's a weekend that I really needed.
My eyes are closing, my knees are knocking, and my hands are weak from todays drills--all that and with a nice bowl of pasta in my belly, sleep is not going to be hard to surrender to.
Hugs and punches, xo.
Monday, January 24, 2011
and I need to work on this---and thissss----and that---
FIGHT:
Sometimes when I walk into class I feel like a warrior. My punches seem like they are cutting through the pads, the kicks land in the same place with a satisfying crack, my hips decide to move (which is something that they really don't appreciate doing). and then there's the today's, where my hooks would be more useful holding cups of coffee, my kicks all land on my toes, and I hit myself in the forehead with the weights during our combos.
Yes, you heard me right......hit myself in the head with a weight.
hard.........
Its days like these that make me taste the blood in my mouth. Make me want to try harder. Push kick until my hips pop out of their sockets or until my hips pop at least 10 times in a row (without me doing my little hip dance before hand).
It's days like these that create the fighter in any walk of life. It's the valleys that make you crave the peaks. It's the memories of those "can't get out of bed days", that make you proud that you did.
Fucking up is always ok, as long as you learn from it and grow from it.
I always fill a little full of shit when I go off on these sorts of rants. And you know it's nothing new and I also know, that I don't always walk the walk. But what I can say is that life works a lot better when you work towards your dreams, no matter what they may be.
FOOD:
There isn't a lot I haven't eaten lately. If there's junk in front of me, I'll eat it. If there's crazy healthy stuff in front of me, I'll eat it. So the goal is basically, anything in hands reach should be somewhat considered a food group. Jess was in town and we ate our way up Santa Monica Blvd and down the others. Mexican, Sushi, Mimosa's, massages, there's something magical about a girlfriend coming in town.
and getting back to reality....
FILM:
Alright, alright, I'm in BBC heaven right now. After my round with "Daniel Deronda" I fell in love with a British Actress Romola Garai. There is a Masterpiece Version of "Emma" with her in the title role along with Johnny Lee Miller. I'm convinced I was born in the wrong time period, how fabulous would it be to be a Victorian Lady by day, bare knuckle fighter by night? I mean, it's possible right????? There's also a kick ass Sherlock Holmes with Rupert Everett as Sherlock and it's just fantastically done (and without all the special effects, which I love Holmes not matter who plays the title role, but it should concentrate on the kick ass characters more than the well, millions of brawls--just sayin'). This is the season that I should be hitting up the movie theatre's, seeing every film that's getting buzz this awards season. You know I didn't even know that the Golden Globes were on until they were over? Anyone who knows me would be checking my head for a fever about now, but the home theatre watching seems to be more my speed. I'm eagerly awaiting "Sherlock", an updated BBC version, but someone in my Netflix area has it hanging out on their DVD player because there has been a long wait FOREVER.
so for the love of Pete, will ya please mail that mother in?
danke.
It is time to bid farewell, I left my 3 minute peel on for 15 minutes and I have a feeling that the redness may not go away overnight. Ah well, something to go with my head wound :)
Sometimes when I walk into class I feel like a warrior. My punches seem like they are cutting through the pads, the kicks land in the same place with a satisfying crack, my hips decide to move (which is something that they really don't appreciate doing). and then there's the today's, where my hooks would be more useful holding cups of coffee, my kicks all land on my toes, and I hit myself in the forehead with the weights during our combos.
Yes, you heard me right......hit myself in the head with a weight.
hard.........
Its days like these that make me taste the blood in my mouth. Make me want to try harder. Push kick until my hips pop out of their sockets or until my hips pop at least 10 times in a row (without me doing my little hip dance before hand).
It's days like these that create the fighter in any walk of life. It's the valleys that make you crave the peaks. It's the memories of those "can't get out of bed days", that make you proud that you did.
Fucking up is always ok, as long as you learn from it and grow from it.
I always fill a little full of shit when I go off on these sorts of rants. And you know it's nothing new and I also know, that I don't always walk the walk. But what I can say is that life works a lot better when you work towards your dreams, no matter what they may be.
FOOD:
There isn't a lot I haven't eaten lately. If there's junk in front of me, I'll eat it. If there's crazy healthy stuff in front of me, I'll eat it. So the goal is basically, anything in hands reach should be somewhat considered a food group. Jess was in town and we ate our way up Santa Monica Blvd and down the others. Mexican, Sushi, Mimosa's, massages, there's something magical about a girlfriend coming in town.
and getting back to reality....
FILM:
Alright, alright, I'm in BBC heaven right now. After my round with "Daniel Deronda" I fell in love with a British Actress Romola Garai. There is a Masterpiece Version of "Emma" with her in the title role along with Johnny Lee Miller. I'm convinced I was born in the wrong time period, how fabulous would it be to be a Victorian Lady by day, bare knuckle fighter by night? I mean, it's possible right????? There's also a kick ass Sherlock Holmes with Rupert Everett as Sherlock and it's just fantastically done (and without all the special effects, which I love Holmes not matter who plays the title role, but it should concentrate on the kick ass characters more than the well, millions of brawls--just sayin'). This is the season that I should be hitting up the movie theatre's, seeing every film that's getting buzz this awards season. You know I didn't even know that the Golden Globes were on until they were over? Anyone who knows me would be checking my head for a fever about now, but the home theatre watching seems to be more my speed. I'm eagerly awaiting "Sherlock", an updated BBC version, but someone in my Netflix area has it hanging out on their DVD player because there has been a long wait FOREVER.
so for the love of Pete, will ya please mail that mother in?
danke.
It is time to bid farewell, I left my 3 minute peel on for 15 minutes and I have a feeling that the redness may not go away overnight. Ah well, something to go with my head wound :)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Brown butter, Butternut Squash, and Ring Bouncing
FIGHT:
Having a boxing ring in the temp space has been a hell of a lot of fun. The excitement of the other gals, the new space, and the motivation of the teachers is amazing. Everyone seems to be riding that high and working at the top of their game. Saturday & Sunday were fun ring days, bouncing off the ropes following up with a crazy hard cross, footwork, its been awesome and inspiring.
FOOD:
One of my favorite things to make is chili. Not quite sure when it all started, I used to make the Bear Creek premix back in SLC when I would throw parties. I was the only gal who carried around a crock pot from apartment to apartment throughout my 20's. Its something that I really love making, sharing, and trying new things to throw into the pot. This time, I used my Cooking Light's recipe of Chili Verde. Trader Joe's had some amazing peppers that I sliced and diced. I want to share the recipe, as it is seriously delicious.
Green Chile Chili
1 Tbsp. Canola Oil (I used coconut)
12 oz ground sirloin
1 1/2 Chopped Onion
1 Tbsp. Chili Powder
1 Teas. Paprika
5 Garlic cloves minced
1 bottle of dark beer
1/2 c salsa verde
1 (4oz) can of diced green chilies
1 (15 oz) can no-salt added tomatoes, undrained
1 (15 oz) Kidney Beans
optional: cheese to grate on top and green onion chopped
-In a large pan, add oil and turn to med-high heat. Add sirloin, cook until done and crumbling. Add Onion, chili powder, and paprika. Stir occasionally for 4 minutes. Add garlic, saute for 1 minute, stirring constantly. Stir in the beer, bring to a boil--cook for 15 minutes, or until most of the liquid evaporates.
-add the Salsa Verde, add the rest of the ingredients up to the cheese. Bring to a boil. Then reduce heat and simmer for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.
I love to add different things each time and since I looooove the heat, there is always cayenne pepper and jalapenos. And if you are short on time, which I always seem to be, the precut onions and frozen chopped garlic are definitely lifesavers. The beautiful thing about this is it makes a ton, you can share, have a couple lunches, and it freezes beautifully.
Tonight I made Butternut Squash Ravioli with Sage Butter Sauce. It took me all of 10 minutes to make, it was delicious, and easy to clean up. Gotta love Trader's and their delicious experiments. The Sage Butter sauce was courtesy of Epicurious.com.
FILM:
I have been sucked into the world that is "Friday Night Lights". Anyone who knows me probably can't wrap their head around it, but that first season was amazing. It seems when things are crazy, episodic TV is just what the doctor ordered, I can veg and be hypnotized. I'm trying to get the juice and material to hit the storyboards again.
So here I am on a Sunday night, a crazy week of work ahead of me and training at night. You can only imagine how the house is looking about now and I have one of my best friends coming next weekend, then the following my Parents. Time to splurge and bring in reinforcements.
Goooooood Griiiiefffff....
Having a boxing ring in the temp space has been a hell of a lot of fun. The excitement of the other gals, the new space, and the motivation of the teachers is amazing. Everyone seems to be riding that high and working at the top of their game. Saturday & Sunday were fun ring days, bouncing off the ropes following up with a crazy hard cross, footwork, its been awesome and inspiring.
FOOD:
One of my favorite things to make is chili. Not quite sure when it all started, I used to make the Bear Creek premix back in SLC when I would throw parties. I was the only gal who carried around a crock pot from apartment to apartment throughout my 20's. Its something that I really love making, sharing, and trying new things to throw into the pot. This time, I used my Cooking Light's recipe of Chili Verde. Trader Joe's had some amazing peppers that I sliced and diced. I want to share the recipe, as it is seriously delicious.
Green Chile Chili
1 Tbsp. Canola Oil (I used coconut)
12 oz ground sirloin
1 1/2 Chopped Onion
1 Tbsp. Chili Powder
1 Teas. Paprika
5 Garlic cloves minced
1 bottle of dark beer
1/2 c salsa verde
1 (4oz) can of diced green chilies
1 (15 oz) can no-salt added tomatoes, undrained
1 (15 oz) Kidney Beans
optional: cheese to grate on top and green onion chopped
-In a large pan, add oil and turn to med-high heat. Add sirloin, cook until done and crumbling. Add Onion, chili powder, and paprika. Stir occasionally for 4 minutes. Add garlic, saute for 1 minute, stirring constantly. Stir in the beer, bring to a boil--cook for 15 minutes, or until most of the liquid evaporates.
-add the Salsa Verde, add the rest of the ingredients up to the cheese. Bring to a boil. Then reduce heat and simmer for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.
I love to add different things each time and since I looooove the heat, there is always cayenne pepper and jalapenos. And if you are short on time, which I always seem to be, the precut onions and frozen chopped garlic are definitely lifesavers. The beautiful thing about this is it makes a ton, you can share, have a couple lunches, and it freezes beautifully.
Tonight I made Butternut Squash Ravioli with Sage Butter Sauce. It took me all of 10 minutes to make, it was delicious, and easy to clean up. Gotta love Trader's and their delicious experiments. The Sage Butter sauce was courtesy of Epicurious.com.
FILM:
I have been sucked into the world that is "Friday Night Lights". Anyone who knows me probably can't wrap their head around it, but that first season was amazing. It seems when things are crazy, episodic TV is just what the doctor ordered, I can veg and be hypnotized. I'm trying to get the juice and material to hit the storyboards again.
So here I am on a Sunday night, a crazy week of work ahead of me and training at night. You can only imagine how the house is looking about now and I have one of my best friends coming next weekend, then the following my Parents. Time to splurge and bring in reinforcements.
Goooooood Griiiiefffff....
Exhausted with a side of Wendy's
LIFE:
Sometimes you have all these things that come into your life and make it really busy. Sometimes these things choose you, rather than you choose them. Sometimes, your arms ache and you have to buck up because you have a client meeting in 20 minutes.
Sometimes, we have to keep things in perspective and realize how lucky we are.
We are still in the temp space. I've traded off shoes, no shoes, shoes, no shoes. The hardwood floor makes it hard with the pivoting on kicks because it fees like---hmmm....I don't know...FIRE??????? Last nights class truly was all about upper arms, when I woke up this morning, I FELT SO HUGE!!!! I was like my arm muscles doubled in size and they were these hard rocks that I was terribly proud of.
Until they started to burn.
Then ache...
Then pulse....
I thank the 8hr cancellation policy my teacher enforces, because days like today--I would have flaked and couched out after work. But since there is that policy, well, at 10am this morning I was still admiring my guns, nothing had started to have it's own heartbeat yet.
So to class I went, over the crowded Hollywood streets and searching high and low for a parking space that didn't have a "we will ticket the hell out of you if you park here" sign, I finally found myself to the temp space with a full crew. Like always, the pulsing and craziness leaped from my body as soon as the jumprope warm up period ended.
What I didn't expect was the deep hunger that entered my belly as soon as I left the gym.
-double cheeseburger--no lettuce, no tomatoes
-spicy chicken sandwich--no lettuce, no tomatoes
Both devoured by the time I got to Fairfax.
I have no idea what the people driving next to me thought, ketchup on the side of my face, mustard on my arms...
but hell, it was good....it was damn good.
and what do you know, no dishes :)
Sometimes you have all these things that come into your life and make it really busy. Sometimes these things choose you, rather than you choose them. Sometimes, your arms ache and you have to buck up because you have a client meeting in 20 minutes.
Sometimes, we have to keep things in perspective and realize how lucky we are.
We are still in the temp space. I've traded off shoes, no shoes, shoes, no shoes. The hardwood floor makes it hard with the pivoting on kicks because it fees like---hmmm....I don't know...FIRE??????? Last nights class truly was all about upper arms, when I woke up this morning, I FELT SO HUGE!!!! I was like my arm muscles doubled in size and they were these hard rocks that I was terribly proud of.
Until they started to burn.
Then ache...
Then pulse....
I thank the 8hr cancellation policy my teacher enforces, because days like today--I would have flaked and couched out after work. But since there is that policy, well, at 10am this morning I was still admiring my guns, nothing had started to have it's own heartbeat yet.
So to class I went, over the crowded Hollywood streets and searching high and low for a parking space that didn't have a "we will ticket the hell out of you if you park here" sign, I finally found myself to the temp space with a full crew. Like always, the pulsing and craziness leaped from my body as soon as the jumprope warm up period ended.
What I didn't expect was the deep hunger that entered my belly as soon as I left the gym.
-double cheeseburger--no lettuce, no tomatoes
-spicy chicken sandwich--no lettuce, no tomatoes
Both devoured by the time I got to Fairfax.
I have no idea what the people driving next to me thought, ketchup on the side of my face, mustard on my arms...
but hell, it was good....it was damn good.
and what do you know, no dishes :)
Monday, January 10, 2011
a tidbit before bed.....
the feeling of a jumprope rapping your cold toes, is a sensation that I could live a million years without....
oooh Mother Mary the pulse....
Saturday, January 8, 2011
My first mouth guard....
FIGHT: Its Saturday night and I just finished folding my 4th load of laundry. After a delicious night of sushi last night (and far too much saki) and the night before celebrating the twins bdays until wee hours of a school night, I embrace the couch time.
The laundry not so much, but it was a necessity.
Today was the first class in the temp space. It's always so weird in a new space because you feel like you're invading someone's home. The last gym was very cozy, this one is over double in size--and it has a ring, (YES!!) It was a foreign concept to spread out during drills, but it was awesome. This Saturday we were all about the push kicks. PK Combos with punches and body kicks flowed nicely, but my
hip's have a real issue with extending the way one needs to extend to put some power behind it. I also held for one of the other teachers, which is always great because I get to watch her footwork, her stance, and the way that you can't tell that she's going to strike. Leaving today I had my mind full of things that I need to work on, the force of my push kicks, the power of my cross, the snap of my body kicks. It's the reason that I do this, constantly learning, constantly being humbled, and constantly trying my best.
Plus there's always class tomorrow where I learn a bit more and get a bit better every day.
The coolest thing about next Saturday is that we're starting sparring drills. This is such a huge thing and I can't even tell you how excited I am to get my ass handed to me. When I got home and started my crazy laundry day, I jumped online to Fightergirls.com, ordered a mouth guard, along with some kick ass camo board shorts, and some pull on shin guards (my leather ones w/ the Velcro like to shift around too much on my legs, leaving me unprotected during kick drills).
My only experience in sparring was in Boxing, even then it was a mere 3 times. Its scary how quickly everything that you have learned is forgotten the second a fist clocks you in the head. The first time I was hit, I stood there mute & dazed with my gloves down. It was as though I was shocked that you actually get hit! The second time, I threw some good punches but still took a lot. The third time I felt the adrenaline and it was AWESOME, as well as exhausting, it was my best of the bunch.
Unfortunately that was 3 months ago.
With Muay Thai it's even trickier. There are elbows, knees, & kicks to go with those punches, all of which hurt...bad.....
So this is a huge step in the right direction as well as a big challenge for me. There are 5 classes between now and then, I'm going to make each session count.
It will be awesome.
FILM: Watched "Field of Dreams" as well as "Poltergeist", no there is no hidden connection between the 2 except when I finished the feel good F.O.D. there was this crazy urgency to see that blond girl get sucked into the TV.
God I love that movie.
I'm going to finish the night off in bed watching episode 3 of Walking Dead, we'll see if I can curb the nightmares this time. Making it an early night, as class is at 11 and I really want to work on the issues I had today.
FOOD: Tomorrow I'm going to make this very interesting recipe from my Cooking Light Mag. It's Beef Tangine with Butternut Squash. The dish has so many interesting spices, a little Paprika--a little Cinnamon--and it's served over a Scallion Couscous. This will make enough for dinner & at the very least lunch on Monday. There's also this spicy goat cheese spread with endive that looks amazing. After trying these bad boys out, I'll post the recipes if they are good.
If they suck, well, why would you want to cook something that sucks? You sick or something?
Night-night, don't let the Zombies bite.............
The laundry not so much, but it was a necessity.
Today was the first class in the temp space. It's always so weird in a new space because you feel like you're invading someone's home. The last gym was very cozy, this one is over double in size--and it has a ring, (YES!!) It was a foreign concept to spread out during drills, but it was awesome. This Saturday we were all about the push kicks. PK Combos with punches and body kicks flowed nicely, but my
hip's have a real issue with extending the way one needs to extend to put some power behind it. I also held for one of the other teachers, which is always great because I get to watch her footwork, her stance, and the way that you can't tell that she's going to strike. Leaving today I had my mind full of things that I need to work on, the force of my push kicks, the power of my cross, the snap of my body kicks. It's the reason that I do this, constantly learning, constantly being humbled, and constantly trying my best.
Plus there's always class tomorrow where I learn a bit more and get a bit better every day.
The coolest thing about next Saturday is that we're starting sparring drills. This is such a huge thing and I can't even tell you how excited I am to get my ass handed to me. When I got home and started my crazy laundry day, I jumped online to Fightergirls.com, ordered a mouth guard, along with some kick ass camo board shorts, and some pull on shin guards (my leather ones w/ the Velcro like to shift around too much on my legs, leaving me unprotected during kick drills).
My only experience in sparring was in Boxing, even then it was a mere 3 times. Its scary how quickly everything that you have learned is forgotten the second a fist clocks you in the head. The first time I was hit, I stood there mute & dazed with my gloves down. It was as though I was shocked that you actually get hit! The second time, I threw some good punches but still took a lot. The third time I felt the adrenaline and it was AWESOME, as well as exhausting, it was my best of the bunch.
Unfortunately that was 3 months ago.
With Muay Thai it's even trickier. There are elbows, knees, & kicks to go with those punches, all of which hurt...bad.....
So this is a huge step in the right direction as well as a big challenge for me. There are 5 classes between now and then, I'm going to make each session count.
It will be awesome.
FILM: Watched "Field of Dreams" as well as "Poltergeist", no there is no hidden connection between the 2 except when I finished the feel good F.O.D. there was this crazy urgency to see that blond girl get sucked into the TV.
God I love that movie.
I'm going to finish the night off in bed watching episode 3 of Walking Dead, we'll see if I can curb the nightmares this time. Making it an early night, as class is at 11 and I really want to work on the issues I had today.
FOOD: Tomorrow I'm going to make this very interesting recipe from my Cooking Light Mag. It's Beef Tangine with Butternut Squash. The dish has so many interesting spices, a little Paprika--a little Cinnamon--and it's served over a Scallion Couscous. This will make enough for dinner & at the very least lunch on Monday. There's also this spicy goat cheese spread with endive that looks amazing. After trying these bad boys out, I'll post the recipes if they are good.
If they suck, well, why would you want to cook something that sucks? You sick or something?
Night-night, don't let the Zombies bite.............
Monday, January 3, 2011
the first day back blues
BACK TO WORK!!!
It's never easy settling back into a routine especially when you've spent the last 10 days throwing it out the window. But I made it--hooray for small miracles--though I would be lying if I said I didn't sprint to the car and speed all the way home.
RELEASE..........
After my 20 minute power nap, I was able to get ready for class, and punch stuff. Ahhhhh, how I love when exercise is disguised by good clean fun. Even though I could do without the jump rope whacking on my cold toes---oooh the burnnnnnn...
Today we worked on defense combos, which always feel awesome, awesome, awesome. I love when you can work through a combo enough times to get to a confident place. I have such a great feeling about this year and getting mad Muay Thai skills. After watching the fight on New Years, I was rudely snapped into the reality of the size of goal I've made for myself.
1 step at a time, the mountain will be climbed.
Since my goal is spread throughout a 2 year time period, I just need to set steps and work towards them. My biggest goal is to start sparing on a regular basis. In the space that we occupy right now, its not an option. However--the exciting part of all of this--is my teacher has accomplished a goal of her own and her dream of opening up her own gym has come true. With the new gym comes more classes and options. Truly lovely how the universe connects. Meanwhile, as I pull my floating body back down to earth, this girl needs to work on her low kicks and push-ups.
Oh lorddyyyyyy, the push-up.
My enemy, my foe, my nemesis.
I refuse to spend another year starting out strong then having to drop to my knees mid circuit, its time to do it proper---like a big girl.
MEANWHILE BACK AT THE RANCH:
After class, I made some kick ass pork fried rice, added every veggie I could find in the place, and spiced it up until my nose ran. It was awesome to have a moment, chomp on deliciousness, and zone out on "Doctor Who".
Now at 11pm my hips ache, the legs are restless, and my mind wants to pass out. I'm hoping that in the next 15 minutes, we all get on the same page.
Over and out..............
It's never easy settling back into a routine especially when you've spent the last 10 days throwing it out the window. But I made it--hooray for small miracles--though I would be lying if I said I didn't sprint to the car and speed all the way home.
RELEASE..........
After my 20 minute power nap, I was able to get ready for class, and punch stuff. Ahhhhh, how I love when exercise is disguised by good clean fun. Even though I could do without the jump rope whacking on my cold toes---oooh the burnnnnnn...
Today we worked on defense combos, which always feel awesome, awesome, awesome. I love when you can work through a combo enough times to get to a confident place. I have such a great feeling about this year and getting mad Muay Thai skills. After watching the fight on New Years, I was rudely snapped into the reality of the size of goal I've made for myself.
1 step at a time, the mountain will be climbed.
Since my goal is spread throughout a 2 year time period, I just need to set steps and work towards them. My biggest goal is to start sparing on a regular basis. In the space that we occupy right now, its not an option. However--the exciting part of all of this--is my teacher has accomplished a goal of her own and her dream of opening up her own gym has come true. With the new gym comes more classes and options. Truly lovely how the universe connects. Meanwhile, as I pull my floating body back down to earth, this girl needs to work on her low kicks and push-ups.
Oh lorddyyyyyy, the push-up.
My enemy, my foe, my nemesis.
I refuse to spend another year starting out strong then having to drop to my knees mid circuit, its time to do it proper---like a big girl.
MEANWHILE BACK AT THE RANCH:
After class, I made some kick ass pork fried rice, added every veggie I could find in the place, and spiced it up until my nose ran. It was awesome to have a moment, chomp on deliciousness, and zone out on "Doctor Who".
Now at 11pm my hips ache, the legs are restless, and my mind wants to pass out. I'm hoping that in the next 15 minutes, we all get on the same page.
Over and out..............
Sunday, January 2, 2011
New Years, New Years, lalalala-la-la-la-la
Well, I expected to completely hate the holidays this season.
Nothing was planned and lets face it, the lack of a plan leaves me feeling very odd, cold, and fragile. Its as though the Universal Rachel List was shredded in front of my very eyes--causing me to cough, sputter, and pass out.
Basically me without a plan is like a turtle getting its shell ripped off.
Anyway, back to the woman without a plan for the holidays.
CHRISTMAS:
I am going to admit that Christmas Eve was a little odd and lonely. But it was nothing a couple glasses of wine, a kick ass steak dinner, and a good movie couldn't cure. The next morning I drank my coffee while listening to rocking Holidays Tunes on Pandora, called Mom & Dad, then packed the car with Johnny goodies to head over to the old homestead to chill with friends. Opening gifts, we both had our health in mind...the smoothie machine I picked out for him matched the Kettlebell he bought for me. After uncorking the first bottle of Champagne and popping my Wii cherry, this was officially the most awesome drama free Christmas a girl could ask for. Movies, grill cheese, tomato soup, and of course 2 bottles of Champagne later, I decided that the downsizing of the holidays was definitely in order because you actually get to enjoy everyone and everything going on.
Everyone left smiling and feeling the love.
THE UNEXPECTED TIME OFF:
Well, enough said. The times are hard and our industry is definitely feeling the squeeze. We were told about a week and a half before Christmas that we would be taking time off the week between Christmas and New Years. My goal was to just work through Christmas this year to be able to have enough vacation time to leave the country next year, so this was a bit upsetting.
Though after living it, I was very grateful for the week of relaxation.
I woke up Monday at 10 am, without an alarm clock, and I met my Partner in Crime for a delicious lunch of cheese enchiladas with mole and a few Margaritas. Afterwards back at de casa, we watched DVD's and made out on the couch, making it the perfect Monday. For Christmas My PIC had given me a spa day. Tuesday, I was able to steam, detox, massage, eat apples, drink spa water, and sauna. The rest of the week was filled with Muay Thai, films, sleep, and I honestly can't believe how fast Friday came.
NEW YEARS EVE:
Ah New Years, you holiday of holidays. The holiday where expectations are so high and hopes are dashed by 12:01am. Where the start of the night you look like a rock star, perfect hair, tiny dress, sipping liquid happiness out of sexy flutes and the end of the night you gaze out amongst a sea of faceless people with mascara bleeding onto your cheeks, a ripped seam, and a stained dress that's cutting off your circulation, with the porcelain goddess down the hall calling for your immediate presence.
This is not coming from a judgy place, I am fondly reminiscing of New Years gone by.....
I couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect New Years if I tried. One thing that I miss about home is the ability to just chill. Drinking beers and conversation, throwing darts (don't you find it weird that they provide drunk people with weapons?), playing the jukebox, and singing out loud along with the rest of the bar. I'm sorry, this to me is awesome....and very, very different than what my life has been the last decade. My move to LA was so necessary and I wouldn't have changed a day of it. I have been able to do things that not even I could have conjured up in my wildest dreams.
But its 2011 and I want comfort.
Comfort in my skin, my job, my friendships, my family, and my relationship.
and apply a few mantras:
Back to Basics.
Less is more.
and in the words of the great John Lennon
"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
Happy New Year everyone!!
Nothing was planned and lets face it, the lack of a plan leaves me feeling very odd, cold, and fragile. Its as though the Universal Rachel List was shredded in front of my very eyes--causing me to cough, sputter, and pass out.
Basically me without a plan is like a turtle getting its shell ripped off.
Anyway, back to the woman without a plan for the holidays.
CHRISTMAS:
I am going to admit that Christmas Eve was a little odd and lonely. But it was nothing a couple glasses of wine, a kick ass steak dinner, and a good movie couldn't cure. The next morning I drank my coffee while listening to rocking Holidays Tunes on Pandora, called Mom & Dad, then packed the car with Johnny goodies to head over to the old homestead to chill with friends. Opening gifts, we both had our health in mind...the smoothie machine I picked out for him matched the Kettlebell he bought for me. After uncorking the first bottle of Champagne and popping my Wii cherry, this was officially the most awesome drama free Christmas a girl could ask for. Movies, grill cheese, tomato soup, and of course 2 bottles of Champagne later, I decided that the downsizing of the holidays was definitely in order because you actually get to enjoy everyone and everything going on.
Everyone left smiling and feeling the love.
THE UNEXPECTED TIME OFF:
Well, enough said. The times are hard and our industry is definitely feeling the squeeze. We were told about a week and a half before Christmas that we would be taking time off the week between Christmas and New Years. My goal was to just work through Christmas this year to be able to have enough vacation time to leave the country next year, so this was a bit upsetting.
Though after living it, I was very grateful for the week of relaxation.
I woke up Monday at 10 am, without an alarm clock, and I met my Partner in Crime for a delicious lunch of cheese enchiladas with mole and a few Margaritas. Afterwards back at de casa, we watched DVD's and made out on the couch, making it the perfect Monday. For Christmas My PIC had given me a spa day. Tuesday, I was able to steam, detox, massage, eat apples, drink spa water, and sauna. The rest of the week was filled with Muay Thai, films, sleep, and I honestly can't believe how fast Friday came.
NEW YEARS EVE:
Ah New Years, you holiday of holidays. The holiday where expectations are so high and hopes are dashed by 12:01am. Where the start of the night you look like a rock star, perfect hair, tiny dress, sipping liquid happiness out of sexy flutes and the end of the night you gaze out amongst a sea of faceless people with mascara bleeding onto your cheeks, a ripped seam, and a stained dress that's cutting off your circulation, with the porcelain goddess down the hall calling for your immediate presence.
This is not coming from a judgy place, I am fondly reminiscing of New Years gone by.....
I couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect New Years if I tried. One thing that I miss about home is the ability to just chill. Drinking beers and conversation, throwing darts (don't you find it weird that they provide drunk people with weapons?), playing the jukebox, and singing out loud along with the rest of the bar. I'm sorry, this to me is awesome....and very, very different than what my life has been the last decade. My move to LA was so necessary and I wouldn't have changed a day of it. I have been able to do things that not even I could have conjured up in my wildest dreams.
But its 2011 and I want comfort.
Comfort in my skin, my job, my friendships, my family, and my relationship.
and apply a few mantras:
Back to Basics.
Less is more.
and in the words of the great John Lennon
"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"
Happy New Year everyone!!
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