A Few Things

  1. Twenty minute work outs are about all I can handle at the moment.  I’m working on getting healthier, but it’s a slow process.
  2. I was driving home from the gym today and started thinking about my arteries getting all plaqued up, and it just about made me sick.  But I still can’t give up chocolate.  I don’t eat a lot of fatty foods (i.e. fried stuff, etc.), but I do like bread and chocolate.  Sugar.  It’s my weakness.
  3. I’m training for a 5k with Megan.  It’s in April.  The last time I was training for a 5k, my back hurt so badly that I couldn’t run and had to come home and lay on my apartment floor.  Oh, and by the way, my surgeon told me that I shouldn’t run.  Oh, and I don’t really like running, but I have to do something!
  4. One more thing, after my last 5k, my first stop was the bathroom.  I couldn’t even run most of the dang race because I was afraid that my insides wouldn’t hold out.
  5. I like Andy now.  Shh!! Don’t tell anyone!
  6. When I left for the gym today, I thought, “Wow!  My purse sure feels light!  Must be because I took my planner out.”  When I came home, I realized it’s because I left my wallet (with driver’s license, credit cards, etc.) on the couch.
  7. I am addicted to blogging.
  8. The End.
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Annoying!

Andrew and I were flipping through the channels tonight and ran across a sermon by Joel Osteen.  We watched it for a bit, but it really annoyed me.  His whole sermon was about how God has promised wealth, and he kept throwing out these obscure verses and taking them totally out of context.  But I think he forgot something… God does not promise that His people will be wealthy!!  He promised that He would provide what we need (Matt. 6:30-33), He does not promise to provide for our wants.  And, honestly, I think that God talks more about providing for us spiritually more than He talks about the physical.  Ugh.  And throughout the whole message, I did not see him with an open Bible.  Yes, he quoted Scripture, but never the reference.  His “sermon” was a motivational speech.

“Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.” Matt. 7:15.

Andy Won

We gave in.  We couldn’t handle the scratching and barking anymore.  Andy sleeps in the bedroom now.  He has his own litte bed, and actually stays pretty quiet at night.  We lost.  Andy won.  We’re pathetic.  But at least we’re pathetic people who are getting sleep.

Corn Syrup and Aspartame

“researchers from the University of Florida suggests that a diet high in fructose may lead the body to develop a resistance to a protein called leptin, which helps control appetite.”

Your body recognizes aspartame as formaldehyde.

After learning these two things, and growing to want to avoid putting processed food in my body, I went grocery shopping earlier this week and tried really hard to avoid high fructose corn syrup and aspartame.  Aspartame wasn’t so difficult to avoid, but high fructose corn syrup!!  Holy cow!  It’s almost impossible.  Even if it doesn’t have HFCS, it has hydrogenated oil or chemically altered corn flour.  We did pretty well, but I’d like to do better.  I’m also trying to go organic, but it seems impossible without breaking the bank.  Where can I buy organic food that won’t empty my wallets?

Wanderer

Okay, here’s another post for Andy.  Last night we tried to figure out something that Andy could live with, so we put him on our enclosed porch (more like a sunroom), where there is a sliding glass door to our room.  We closed the door, and we were silly for thinking that he would do well because he would be able to tell that we were close.  Ugh!  He scratched and scratched at the door, but we were determined to ignore him, even though I had to get up really early for work.  Well, at about 2:00 am, Andrew got up to see if the dog needed to go to the bathroom.  So he opened the back door to let the dog out, left it open, and came back inside to stay in the warmth.  A few minutes later Andrew walked back outside to call Andy in, and did not see the dog.  Poor Andrew, who is sick, by the way, doesn’t wake me up just yet and walks up and down our street with a teeny tiny flashlight calling the dog.  He comes back inside at 2:30 and wakes me up, saying that Andy ran away.  I totally thought that he was lying.  Andy does not wander, and comes when he is called.  Plus, he is practically glued to Andrew’s heels!

I have to admit, my first thought was “No more poopy bottoms on the couch!”  But then I realized how awful that was, and how cold it was outside, and that I couldn’t live with myself if we had to tell Andrew’s grandfather that we lost his dog.  So I get up, put on slippers and a bathrobe, and walk outside to see if I can see him.  I call his name as loudly as I dare (the neighbors are sleeping, after all, it’s 2:30 AM!!).  Well, I don’t see him, but just then Andrew walks out.  I feel so badly, Andrew really does like this dog.  Andrew calls the dog’s name again.  Lo and behold!  Here comes a small white dog hauling butt down the street!

After the initial sigh of relief, I say, “You horrible animal!!”

Sheesh!  He’d better not run away tonight.  I want to sleep.

Crazy Dog

Crazy Dog

Friends and Coffee

Friends and coffee go really well together.  I was introduced to a great coffee shop called the Boston Coffee House in Waterford by a good friend, Whitney.  It’s now my favorite place for coffee and to meet up with friends.

Last week I was able to meet up with two good friends that I hadn’t seen in a while, and what a blessing!  It can be really difficult to get together when you have such conflicting schedules.  I usually have plenty of free time, but most other people have to work more than three days a week, or have school on top of other things.  Anyway, it was wonderful to spend some time with those two ladies; it was refreshing, and good for my soul.  Sometimes, even when you don’t talk about anything deep, you can still be incredibly uplifted and refreshed.

Over the last year, I have become very aware of who my true friends are.  Your true friends make an effort to spend time with you, even when they don’t have a lot of free time.  True friends are there when you are sick or hurting.  And a true friend will be honest even when it hurts.  Now, there is only One who can be a true Friend to everyone, and I am not Him, but everyone needs a few true friends.  So to my true friends, thank you for being a part of my life.  I am blessed to call you my friend.

Proverbs 17:17 “A friend loves at all times.”

Inaugural Thoughts

Here are my thoughts as I watched the inauguration:

Eh… I don’t really care… but it is pretty historic… I guess I should watch.

Yeah!  Rick Warren!  I tuned in at the right time.

Lord, thank You for using Rev. Warren, thank You for having President Obama choose him for the invocation.

Aretha, one of the number one singing rules is don’t take breaths in the middle of words! (I know, I’m horrible for picking apart a musical legend)

Gosh, I wish that I could be excited instead of picking apart Ms. Franklin’s performance.

Ooohh!  Yo-Yo Ma and the others are doing such a great job!  They sound terrific!

Do I have to stand if I’m at home?

You know, it’s 1205, technically, Mr. Obama is already President.

Poor guy, he must be so nervous.  Mrs. Obama looks really nice.

Bye, President Bush!  😦  God bless you and your family!!!!

I didn’t vote for him, and I disagree with almost every single one of his policies, but I’m proud of our country, and I’m proud to be an American.

President Bush looks so sad.  I’m sorry that the last few years didn’t go too well for his administration.

If our schools are failing so miserably, why does funding (at least in Florida) continue to be slashed??

His speech is pretty good.

“We will defeat you,” take that, enemies of America!

“Your people will judge you based on what you can build, not what you can destroy.”

“We can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders.”  Please, please, end the suffering in Darfur!

I get bored during long speeches… even good ones.

Aww… cute little girl sleeping.  She must be freezing!!

I think it’s funny that so many people on the stage with President Obama have their little cameras out and are taking pictures.

That woman has the “distinct pleasure” of everything.

Why doesn’t Mrs. Obama get to sit next to her husband?

I guess the good part is over, all of the people on the Mall are leaving.

Okay, I see, the President is sitting with the Vice-Pres.

Wow, this minister likes the rhymes.

Hey!  There’s the inventor of the internet!

Go NAVY!!!!!

I would sooo join the Navy if my job was to sing.

Hey, people!  Stay in place during the National Anthem!  You don’t move until the last note dies!!!!!

Welcome to office, Mr. President.  I sincerely wish you and your family the best.  May God guide you and grant you peace.

The Escape Artist

So, of course, as soon as I write that Andy is being good and staying in “his” area at night, he decides that he doesn’t like his little area.  Last night he scaled the gate about five times.  Usually Andrew gets up and puts him back, and he did the first few times, but then Andy got out twice around 6 am, so I got up because I wanted Andrew to be able to sleep before work.  The first time I put him right back into the gated area.  The second time, he waited about 10 minutes and then got out again.  Now, I was getting a little irritated, because I wanted to sleep.  Andy’s chances were up.  This time, he was staying in the bathroom.  But, of course, he wasn’t happy there either and it didn’t take long before we could hear him scratching at the door.  We didn’t really care–it was time to sleep.