All the World is Green

After yesterday's Music Monday selection, I must have psychologically gotten most of the office to wear green today. Check out me and Adame:

I'll call us Team Stripier. He went horizontal, I went vertical.

But the interesting thing was that a very well respected lady downstairs (who wears bright colors, was a flight attendant, and has interesting jewelry*) told me that she was disappointed in my outfit "You look too conservative! I want to see you back in something funky the next time I see you!"

Huh, I thought I looked good. Guess I need to channel my inner funky tomorrow? Maybe it's cause I haven't been drinking...

*For my two readers who work with me: Gee, I wonder who THAT could be?!

Music Monday: Money

Whether it’s a mark, a yen, a buck or a pound, a buck or a pound, a buck or a pound, we know that it does, in fact, make the world go round (not that silly, scientific thing.)

I’ve got money on my mind lately, been having dreams about it, last night was an especially bad nightmare about being stranded on a boat that was sinking, but instead of water, it was gold coins. (Before our Disney trip, a friend mentioned that his favorite Disney character was Scrooge McDuck, because he always wanted to swim in gold coins. I blame you CH3 for that imagery! *shakes fist in his general direction* )

Which is why the first song I heard today on XMU, a lovely ditty by the band Drums, quite literally sang to me of its need to be today’s Music Monday selection.

Belated Workout Wednesday Report

Mixed results this past week. Amazon Amy kicked my butt into gear on Saturday morning. There was one exercise where my legs were locked into the bench at a 45 degree angle, I’m holding my upper body up and twisting to the side, then throwing a 12 pound medicine ball on the ground and catching it on its way up. Then switch to the other side. I hope I’m explaining this well, it was intense and I barely made it through three repetitions of eight each.


On Sunday, I rested.

Then another sweaty Monday evening workout with Amy.

Tuesday, I walk/jogged for 40 minutes on the treadmill and 5 minutes on the stair-climber. I tried to channel my inner Jedi and mind-trick myself into climbing longer, but I just couldn’t. That machine is the devil.

Wednesday I was in a really foul mood. I woke up grumpy and it carried throughout my day, I haven’t really shaken it off yet (though I am wearing very bright colors and jingly bracelets to confuse my mind into thinking that I am actually happy.) I ate a sourdough turkey/swiss sammich for lunch (with lemon water!) It pretty much canceled out the workout the night before. And since my afternoon had no resolution for my attitude, I decided that I didn’t want to go to the gym. I went home where X had bubbled me up a bubble bath, drank some wine, watched Looney Tunes cartoons from the 70s and ate shrimp alfredo. Yes, I’m serious. I ate an entire bowl of shrimp pasta alfredo from Joes. It was delicious. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.

So MUST get to the gym tonight. Salad and chicken breast for dinner. Think healthy... think healthy... maybe hit the punching bags a few times to see if I can get rid of some of this bad juju.

Alice was a fraud

I would be remiss not to report back on the ridiculousness of the gal who portrays Alice at Walt Disney World. She has a ridiculous Cockney accent that could not be understood by three year-olds, let alone myself. Clearly, she was American affecting an accent, but it wasn't posh or truly British... "Ah hue gettin in ta any tru bell?" she asks before the photo was taken. "What? Travel? Huh? Lady I don't have the foggiest idea what you're saying!" Apparently, she was asking if I was getting into any trouble. It was awful, I could fake a British accent better than her. All she had going was her looks. Sad, sad indeed.

I was supported in my anger later at Epcot where the ACTUAL British citizens who worked in the England section were just as highly miffed that Alice wasn't an authentic Londoner. However, the White Rabbit gave me the biggest hug-off-the-ground hug ever (hence the super smile on my face here and note that X refused to even touch her.)

Side note, my "binge" t-shirt worn here, where the Cookie Monster has had one too many shots of milk, was a HUGE hit.

Suck it faux-Alice.

Spot the difference

There are three subtle differences between Adame and Utah, see if you are able to spot them. Winner gets to join me for lunch at The Waffle House.

Music Monday - Animal Collective

I have an evil voice in my head that sporadically shows up and ruins days at a time. He's depressed, anxious, frustrated, angry, unmotivated and basically makes me feel like life stinks. I have no idea why he came out this weekend, all I was doing was laundry and watching a Star Wars marathon, but sure enough, the bastard ruined my Sunday. Boo.

I should be thankful for what I have and appreciative that I have it so well. I can list pages of things that are awesome and only note five or so things that I don't like in my current situtaion. That's good, right?

We return to our regularly scheduled programming...

I'm back! No Music Monday or Workout Wednesday Report this week; although, I'm pleased to say that my weight appears to be even from when I left. I was a relatively healthy eater actually! Walking around for 14 hours each day in the humid Florida climate helped cleanse my pores and sweat out intoxities (that's the story I'm going with.) But it's back to reality, focus on the jobby job, get my booty into the gym each night and keep on truckin. Catch ya in a few days when I've got something worth posting. All pics and videos from the trip live over on my facebook page.

What I learned in the month of June

Michael Bay directed the Got Milk commercial “Aaron Burr / peanut butter incident”
Hoover does not rhyme with halleleuiah
Emancipation Proclimation was in 1863
Thomas DeCarlo Callaway = CeeLo Green
That I give “hot cooperation”
Eat certain foods based on blood type
Hold that thought to yourself
Waking up with a sense of dread might be a hangover
A warm welcome offered by a host = glad hand
Grilling is lazy cooking
Egg salad is not healthy
“Craps” comes from the French word for turtle
I’m pretty awesome at Craps
Birds that hit your windshield leave an imprint
Sue’s middle name is now Zaroo
Don’t allow Robyn to talk about animals at lunch
Adame cheats with words like foozle
Blurb.com is super cool
A bunch of uses for water displacement #40
Walt Disney World and the Orlando airport don’t sell gum
Kelvin doesn’t like peanut butter

Music Monday, something similar although wholly unlike Angry Birds

Birds. Perhaps I’m only noticing them more than usual due to the book I’m reading, (Divergent by Veronica Roth – pretty flippin sweet read, check it out*,) but it feels like my avionic friends are everywhere right now. I’ve got a couple of finch families living above my water lilies, there’s a blue jay who hangs out in the backyard, bunch of those black ones with weird fan tails that hunt through my grass for worms… and Barry, the suicidal bird.

Barry lives in the oak tree in front of my house (the one across from Sammy the squirrel - who is doing great by the way.) I’m not sure what kind of bird he is, there’s nothing distinctive about his coloring or size, he’s just a bird. What makes Barry so interesting is that he is completely suicidal. I mean it, 100% manic-depressive, put him in a white jacket and padded cell, this bird is cuckoo (pun intended.)

The moment you start your car he flies down and lands in front of your tires, then waddles around for a little bit and once you start to move he’ll barely make it out of the way before you run him over. I’ve been in my kitchen looking out at the street and seen him swoop down and try to get run over by the recycling truck. I’m serious, he’s got some serious thrill issues.

Therefore, I cannot help myself but to make this song my Music Monday pick. I double dog dare you to try and get this awesomeness out of your head.


* In Beatrice Prior's dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can't have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.