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Roosters, Doo-Wop, and Bora Bora

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Yesterday I blew it. I went on the ferry to a couple of different islands, and had a simply wonderful day. I will upload some of the photos I took. Where I blew it was that I didn't get in any real exercise. The whole thing was this: My DH bought (yet another!!) chronometer from a guy on Ebay. The guy lives on one of the islands in the Strait of Juan de Fuca, which I can see from my windows. "Since we live so close, how about going with me on the ferry and pick it up rather than spend the $8 shipping?" says he. Well, I really want to stay home and quilt, but I haven't been giving him much attention lately, so I am in the car at 7:30 A.M., ready for the trip. It was an absolutely beautiful day up here in the Pacific Northwest, and a perfect day to be on the ferry. We take the first one to Whidbey Island, drive the length of the island to Anacortes, then get on the second ferry to take us to Lopez Island. Lopez Island is 29.5 square miles, and we manage to get lost. DH doesn't want to use the GPS, although it is mounted right there on the dash. He KNOWS where he is going. Of course, when he thinks he is lost, he speeds up. Then he speeds up some more. As the road signs are streaking past, I comment to him that, by going so fast, he will never be able to see the sign for the turn. He pushes the pedal to the metal. Now I don't know why I haven't learned all these years being married to him that it is NEVER a good idea to bring his attention to the fact that being lost and driving fast doesn't make sense. The hair in his ears sprouts, smoke curls up from the top of his head and he is exhaling fire through his nose. His hands become claws, and he is making these really evil sounds as he prepares for us both to meet our Maker at the next curve in the road. OH oh. Here comes a T in the road. He screeches to a stop, and I wisely don't mention that now we can buy four new tires, or perhaps he can figure out a way to scrape all that rubber off the road and just patch it back on. We squeal off to the left, just as I get a glimpse of the road sign off to the left. It is the road he is searching for. I tell him, but we all know that I am too stupid to read road signs, so he hurtles down the road for another mile or so. It is a dead end. Okay, off to hurdle back and take a look at the sign. He claims he found it, makes the turn, and then makes another turn into the guy's driveway. This is like driving in a shady, tree lined dump. So of course, DH drives slowly through this, smiling joyfully at all the junk on the sides of the driveway. He has found Valhalla. We stop when the guy appears, and the two of them start chattering to one another like magpies. It is apparent they are soul mates of junk. I stay in the car. I am not getting in to this! And if I stay in the car, perhaps he will remember where I am, get his business concluded, and we can go. 45 minutes later, I am out of the car, taking pictures of these chickens and one of the prettiest roosters I have ever seen. I follow the rooster and his harem around for a while, snapping away. Then I see some flowers among the weeds. I wade my way to them, take a couple of snapshots, get back in the car and start to read. I'm getting sleepy, but I stay awake (just barely), and after another hour, here they come. It takes another 30 minutes to say good-bye, the he gets in the car, all smiles and excited, and now we can catch our ferry. Right before we leave, I ask the guy the best way to get to the ferry, he says take a left, go 1/2 mile, take a right, and the ferry parking will be on my right. DH doesn't comment, nor do I. But I am thinking! You out there know what I am thinking!! You bet you know! The ferry is almost 15 minutes late, which is going to pose a problem in catching the next one for our journey home, because we will be 15 minutes late in getting to our next stop. This time I talk him into using the GPS. WOW! What a battle he had with that GPS! He argued and panicked that it was taking us the wrong way, we would never get off this island, we would never catch the ferry on time, we would be lost forever on this island....but I keep telling him to calm down and simply follow where She (our GPS) is taking us. Blood is getting ready to spurt from his eyes. I tell him to calm down, or pull over. One of the two. He clams up, which is actually better than what was coming out of his mouth, and then, after 1/2 hour, he realizes we are really on the right road, and will make the ferry after all. Life is good once more. Except I am really hungry, and besides, I want him to do "pay back" for having me go through all of this. And of course, that means he has to take me to dinner. It is now 8 PM, so the timing is right. I remember this really good Mexican restaurant not far from where we are, and we go to Port Hadlock for dinner. If you are ever in Port Hadlock, and want Mexican food, Fiesta Jalisco's is really good. I am tired, a little peeved, and happy all at the same time. So I order a combination dinner of beef burrito and Chili Relleno. I munch on the chips and salsa (the first good food choice I have made today), surprised when I find myself stopping long before the basket is empty. I eat about 2/3 of the burrito, 1/2 of the chili relleno, a couple tablespoons of refried beans, gulp down two very large glasses of water (2nd good choice of the day) and home we come. It is now 10:00, and we fall into bed. This morning I know I need to get some of yesterday's fat choices burned off, to here I come, charging into my strength routine. It goes easier; perhaps it is time to step it up a bit. Then comes the best idea of the year! Why not do DOO-WOP dancing as my cardio!!! Downstairs to the kitchen, snatch the timer off the counter, bolt upstairs again and put the CD into the player. Turn the volume up!! Now I am READY! I mean I AM READY READY TEDDY TO ROCK AND ROLL!! Have you ever been standing, waiting for the music, when out BLASTS "Do You Love Me" by the Contours?? It is quite a shock. I jumped about two feet off the ground, and before I realized it, I was running out of the room! Then I settle down into a little bit of a jog to the beat. Hey, this is fun. I can actually jog. So I jog from room to room, waving my arms to increase the cardio workout, and start to mix it up with dance steps I didn't know I still knew. I am having a terrific time, and the music is perfect. The second song is "Shimmy shimmy, Ko-Ko Bop", and I find moves for that, too. I remember some of the moves from that Texas instructor, and the music is good for that kind of workout. No. 3 gives up "It's My Party", and I do a bit of dancing, exercise, arm waving, and then it all starts to go downhill from there. You know that new person who is emerging from within? Well, SHE starts to chatter in my ear. "Are these really good moves like in the video? Will just dancing be enough? I mean, shouldn't we be doing stretchy moves and high leg raises in our steps?" I turn the volume up. Now I am dancing to Mother-In-Law, which is good for some made up by me new steps, I cha cha through "Come Softly to Me", then begin the cool down as I notice my time is down to the last two minutes. I do the "come softly to me" song softly, and I feel a bit of regret that my time is up. I need to get to quilt club. Ah, life is a dance, but only when you do the steps!

  
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SUZY6281 6/12/2009 3:49PM

    Oh, you made me laugh! Men are so much alike!! And no, you cannot read roadsigns. I've been told many times that women cannot read them. Funny how we can go on trips with the girls and never get lost...

Anyway, great story. My husband and I absolutely love your part of the country and I am totally jealous that you can see the strait from your house. Everytime we go to Seattle, we take the ferry through the San Juan Islands to Victoria. Awesome.

suzy

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BIZEEMOMTO3 6/10/2009 8:58PM

    ah, yes, that is my Dad. She is not making this up, he is horrible when he is lost. It is all we can do to not burst into laughing fits when he is driving and we are together. Good choices on lunch, Mom!

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LOVESCAMPING 6/10/2009 7:19PM

    I enjoyed reading this, brought lots of smiles.

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Dance, Strength, Tucks and Hops

Monday, June 08, 2009

Hey get a load of this! Today I did my entire strength workout, including doing them twice as instructed. Not bad. Not bad at all. I actually did not fall off my ball at all today. That is a major improvement! I even focus on keeping my butt tucked in while I am doing the abduction workout. It is amazing how my body wants to stand and lead with my navel!! I am also working on not leaning my body while doing these exercises. It is a challenge. Then I go on a different dance video. This instructor must be from Texas, because she has these long legs and Texan drawl with this sexy kind of voice. I like the shoulder rolls she starts us out with. It is good. Feels good. Then we do some other stretches, which being all stretched out from the strength workout, are quite easy for me. I like it that my body stretches now without groaning and moaning every second. So we are going along, and now it is time to dance. Oh Good! Uh, could you turn up the music a bit? Could you just hold on a minute while I figure out what you are doing? Why do you move so fast that I can't get one move down and on to the next when you are already about five moves ahead of me? Hey, wait up!! That faint voice you hear is me in the background......way in the background, trying to get all caught up. Oh, okay. Now we are going to roll our hips. I can do that. Wait a minute. I am supposed to have my butt tucked! Butt!! Get TUCKED! Ok. Hey, wait a minute.....I was doing the roll thing. Why are you moving all over the floor?? She is talking these torturous words to me in a soothing voice, and saying "Hey, this is FUN!, isn't it?" I don't reply. I am trying to move, keep my butt tucked in and move my arms as instructed. I nearly fall over. So I stop waving my arms so much and get a grip on where my feet are. Butt gets UN-tucked. Straighten that out, and move my feet. The music is disco, but my movements are more like a Strauss Waltz.....SLOOOOOW time. then she says "Jazz it up with a little hop!". Uh huh. Does any one remember me EVER being able to hop?? I sure don't. But okay, I will try to figure it out. I take three steps to the side, and then do this teeny tiney little hop. Hey! both feet left the floor and I landed in good shape! I HOPPED!! WOW. This is really exciting to me. I actually HOPPED! Now I will try it in the other direction. Step, step, step to the left, and hop. Uh, Hop. HOP. HOP, Damit!! Let's try the right again. one, two, three, hop. Okay. That works. Not to be outdone, I go the the left, count the steps, and hop. I can't believe it. I can't hop from that side. There must be a way to learn how to hop from the left side. I got it! I turn around and hop! Actually this is cheating because it is still hopping on the right side, but I don't think the Hop Police are coming today. I tried hopping forward. No. I tried hopping backward. No. obviously I need hopping lessons. I think of my grandchildren (who are cuter, smarter and more wonderful than yours), and they can all hop and dance at the same time. I'm glad they can't see my hop difficulty. This may become an obsession. Is there a "Hopper's Anonymous"? I need someplace where like-minded people like me can vent our feelings of inadequacy about not being able to hop in any othe direction than one. Well, if I do come across such a group, I will right-side hop right on over!

  
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BIZEEMOMTO3 6/10/2009 12:53PM

    great job sticking with it Mom! You will be hopping here and there before you know it. Hop to get quilt fabric, hop to the ironing board, hop to the cutting table, - hippity hop, hippity hop, look at Krackers go!

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NOTFATCAT 6/9/2009 12:25PM

    I bet you are a sight to see while exercising to that video. You should video yourself and watch it when you need motivation!
Keep up the good work.

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DARCEYOH 6/9/2009 12:13PM

    When you find the hopper's anonymous group, ask if there's a kick while running group. Can't seem to master that.

Great job at stickin' to this! The ball is fun, isn't?

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SUZY6281 6/8/2009 3:43PM

    I applaud you for sticking with it. Even if you can only hop to the right. I have to turn the sound down on exercise videos because I find their upbeat gabbing very annoying. That's just me, though. :) Keep on practicing. Soon you'll be bunny hopping all over the place.

suzy

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Costco, Butt Tucking and Red Sox

Sunday, June 07, 2009

I am just checking in with you on a very fast basis today. The Red Sox are playing, and the game has just started. Let me begin with my morning: I go to a wonderful Sunday Morning Breakfast Meeting, have 2 poached eggs, one slice of whole wheat toast, water and coffee. I even use my knife and fork to peel the little stingy orange slice they put on my plate. The meeting was great and very inspirational, and later I go to Costco. I need to get eggs, potatoes for DH and some weed killer. I pause where they have set up a sausage tasting booth. They have about 8 different sausages to taste, but I am concious of what my goal is, so I only try two that I am truly interested in. I am looking for a good sausage to add to Italian food. So I pick the garlic with guyere cheese, and move on. This was a major success! I purposely avoid all the other food traps they have laid out for me, get my stuff and boogie right along, very pleased with by-passing all the pitfalls. Then I notice I am doing something I have never done before. Blame it on those cardio instructors and the dance teacher! I am deliberately TUCKING MY BUTT and feeling my ab crunches working! I mean, I am standing and walking properly for the first time since about 9th grade. I think of myself as a model on the runway............pelvis first.............and feel how different it feels. So I continue my regal way of walking. Now get up off the floor and stop that laughing!! You think I don't know what you are doing? HA. I can see you, you know! Anyway, once you dry your eyes and begin to read again, you can read that I am regally walking toward the exit, and then I notice that I cannot walk this way fast. I have to do it slo-o-o-o-wly. I don't know why, but that is the only way i can do it. Weird. So I get home, put DH's laundry from his trip in the washer, and write to you. I am also playing with the idea of scheduling a day off from the workouts. Sunday is my choice (perhaps because today is Sunday??), but I won't take a day off the nutrition part. I am talking about taking a day off to see what it is like. But that is a scary thing, too, since one day off can and has before, ruined my determination. I definitely feel that any time the Red Sox are playing and I can watch the game, all else must go on the back burner. I mean, is there EVER anything more important than watching Jacoby Ellsberry?? What a cutie! I am off to watch the game. And it's root toot toot for my favorites!

  
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FLUSTERED 6/8/2009 10:00AM

    Way to go for the determination in Costco! You are doing great. Funny story and makes me want to try the butt tucking thing LOL. It is very necessary to take a day off (maybe not from cardio) but from strength training. Take care - I'm sure you enjoyed that game!

Susan

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KAROUSELL46 6/7/2009 10:12PM

    YOU GO GIRL! You are full of all kinds of motivation. Going to Costco can sure be tricky with all that food tasting going on. UGH My daughter likes to workout everyday but I tell her she needs to take a day off. You have to give yourself a break. You are doing great. Keep up the good work!....Karen emoticon

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Tonnage and Inches

Saturday, June 06, 2009

emoticon Weigh in day. I knew it would be good because of how I feel and look. Sure enough, 2 pounds were missing, along with 4.05 inches. That's right. 4.05. I will take the measurements to the smallest possible milimeter to keep myself motivated. So what do I do today with my new body? I wreck it. I go to find a video to work out with, and come up with a couple. So I begin with this step thing. Not too bad, until the instructor starts saying "okay, now we are going to speed it up." All the while, I thought I was a speeding turtle, and she says to speed it up some more? I suspect this is not one of my friends leading me down this path of self destruction. So I try to keep up, finish the video and move on to video 2, the Cardio Dance Introduction. This one is more fun, I do my own jiggly thing, then it is over. Okay. I am in the mood to dance. So flip on the Cardio Dance I. Starts out okay, and I am having fun. Then the music gets louder and more obnoxious, and the moves get a bit more detailed. I am still kind of having fun. Then the instructor tells me that if I lose my place, or don't "get" the moves she wants me to do, that it is okay, and I can just do my thing, as long as I keep moving. Now this is LIBERTY! I keep moving and lumbering around, lumbering 2 pounds less, I might add, and I am mixing up her moves with movement of my own. Sometimes I actually get into a rhy thm, and sometimes I do the frog in the blender routine. But move I do. Now she is telling me to go faster. FASTER?? I have been moving like a whirling dervish, and she wants FASTER?! This is not heading in a good direction. So I step up my movements, get all confused because she wants the legs, butt, tummy, hips, feet, and arms all moving in some kind of organized routine. When I move my arms, I don't know where my feet are, and when I concentrate on my butt movements, I don't move my arms or legs. She's calling out all these moves, and I am getting into all kinds of weird positions, wondering how to get out of them. And of course, she says "Good! Now we will pick up the pace again!" like it is some kind of treat. I get over half way through this nightmare when it ocurrs to me that I can stop the video when ever I want to. So I do about three more minutes, trying valiantly and invainly to keep up with her. So I just start my cool down moves. She raises the rap music to a cresendo, and I now feel that she and I must part. So I go over, click off that video, and find one on cooling down stretches. Turn it on. It begins nicely, with just doing stretches. Then it gets into this routine thing. I mean, what is so damn special about ROUTINES?? Why not just stand and stretch? And why do I have to stretch ALL those muscles, when they have been living in my body very quietly all these years?? But I stretch. And then I stretch further. Then I realize my fingers are touching the floor, something I haven't been able to do for years. Now I am okay. I now like this video. I like the instructor, and I like being able to touch the floor with my fingers. That is a good thing! Oh, and guess what. I did NOT pig out on the pie last night. I had one piece...the right portion...with a little vanilla ice cream (it was all fabulous) and got up and did the dishes. I didn't go over my allotted point thing, and I feel good. Today I will quilt. Today I will have pie again. That is a good thing to look forward to. And I will be sure to have ice cream, too. So there.

  
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KAROUSELL46 6/7/2009 10:14PM

    emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticonYou Rock!!....Karen

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LOVESCAMPING 6/7/2009 1:17PM

    Congratulations!!! You are doing great! emoticon

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BIZEEMOMTO3 6/7/2009 11:09AM

    Good for you dancing off the pounds! I am proud of you. It feels so good to touch the floor again, and not be on all fours to be able to do it! emoticon

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LINDAJ111 6/6/2009 10:26PM

    WOOOHOOOO!!! Great job my friend!!!!
I came home from "date night" and looked for your blog...I just knew it was going to be a success story ! Congratulations....I am so proud of you
Your exercise story was a "hoot" I laughed out loud trying to visualize this whole scenario.
But you stuck with it and had patience and that's what its all about!
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Linda

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Workouts and Rhubarb

Friday, June 05, 2009

emoticon I have been so good about keeping up with the workouts that it is actually beginning to show!! I mean, I can actually SEE where the inches are fewer, and I don't feel like I am "lugging" my body around so much. My attitude is fun, my body is moving so much better, and I feel good and proud. Okay, okay, enough bragging. DH is coming home today. He has been gone since Monday, and I am looking forward to seeing him. I started to wonder how I could make his homecoming special, and of course, like all of us, my thoughts went immediately to FOOD! Off I go to get some fresh Salmon. While at our little neighborhood market/garden store, I spy the very nice green garlic stalks and bulbs. HA! I have some of those in the garden!! Then I cruise past the rhubarb. Double HA!! I have some of that in the garden, too! I can't wait to get home and put all this stuff into action. But one teeny quick stop at the local tiny bakery shop, where she makes the very best pies in the world! Now, wouldn't that be NICE of me to buy him a pie? I mean, isn't that just being so thoughtful and wifey?! But HARK!! Warning bells go off in my head, and I hear this voice from the stranger who is emerging within me whisper "You KNOW you aren't buying that pie for HIM. Who do you think you're kidding"? I slink out of the store with out the pie, get in my car and drive away before I change my mind. Then I think about this strange person whispering to me. I just BET she has been talking to Bossy Daughter! That's IT! They are all teaming up on me. How DARE they! I continue this talk all the time I am driving home, jam in the house, shove the salmon in the fridge, stalk down to the garden, rip some rhubarb from the mother plant and snatch the green garlic from the ground. Stomping back to the house, I already know what I am going to do. I am going to bake a rhubarb and strawberry pie. And it will be for BOTH of us! I don't have to eat the entire pie at one sitting, after all. And there is the rowing machine and stationery bike upstairs if I blow it. Defiance! I love defiance. It always makes me feel so superior and in charge. (I ignore the history of my defiance, which is that whenever I get "that way", I always lose. And I am not talking about pounds or inches here!) Wash off the garden produce, fling it in the fridge, and lo and behold, there are the left over strawberries from my melon and strawberry binge from yesterday. It will be a Strawberry Rhubarb Pie! I mean, I really can't let the rhubarb rot, and allow the strawberries to spoil now, can I? After all, we ARE in difficult financial times, and waste not, want not is always a good cop out. While I am talking to my better-looking-than-yours-grandson, Gabe, I make the pie crust. Of course, I don't have any lard in the house. Never use the stuff. clogs up the arteries, you know. Well, just have to use real butter. Poor me! That's why my pies are so very good........ten million calories per bite of the crust...........but you know? Sometijmes a girl just has to go for it. Today is my day. Uh, I think I am forgetting about DH's loving home coming, and am getting honest here. Time to stop writing!

  
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LOVESCAMPING 6/6/2009 12:10AM

    Congrats on keeping up with your workouts, Sandy. Way to go! emoticon

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BIZEEMOMTO3 6/5/2009 11:40PM

    you are 100% right, sometimes you just got to pay attention to those cravings and give them a little attention or they go all hay wire on you and before you know it you are in a food coma, wondering what the heck happened.

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LINDAJ111 6/5/2009 8:17PM

    Great story! I enjoyed reading your blog.....I can relate to so much of that tiny little voice telling me NO BACK AWAY FROM THE SUGAR.....but sometimes a girl just has to do what a girl has to do!!

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