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
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