I am all for fall. It is my favorite season for many reasons. But the top 3 reasons would have to be: 1) the bringing out of sweaters and scarves; 2) the drinking of hot beverages while wearing sweaters and scarves; and, 3) walking in crunching golden leaves with multicolored ones above, drinking a hot beverage wearing a sweater and scarf. sigh. Love it.
On the other hand, I do not love our recent fall weather, what with the raining, and the cold, and the darkness. I have caught myself wanting to go for a run outside recently, but fear for my life with wind warnings along Dallas Road (my favorite running spot)...so, I have denied myself the desire to exercise...UNTIL this week! This week I joined the YMCA (insert YMCA song here). I'm very excited. I've never belonged to gym before, so I'm feeling very young, urban, and professional-like.
So far I've only gone twice. The first day I was feeling a little too proud to ask people where everything was, so I thought I would find things myself. I thought I was following the signs for the "cardio centre" correctly when I stumbled upon the 3 pieces of cardio equipment in the area occupied by large weight machines, and equally large 'Roid Boys in their 20s. I confess I did wonder why there were only 3 machines, and why I was the only girl in the area...but it didn't stop me from climbing on the elliptical trainer and hitting play on my iPod as I started my much anticipated workout. About 3 minutes into my session I noticed a sign...just letting people know that these machines were for the people that were unable to make it up the stairs to the regular cardio centre. If I hadn't been surrounded by the 'Roid Boys I would have nervously laughed aloud...but instead I kept going until I'd finished five minutes, what I deemed an appropriate "warm-up" (although unintentional), purposefully left the boys behind and found my way to the real "cardio centre".
I figured today would be a little less awkward now that I knew where I was going. And for the most part it was...until I climbed up the elliptical again and hit play on my iPod...all was fine (being in the appropriate area, and all) until Scissor Sisters came on. Specifically, "I Don't Feel Like Dancing". I don't know about you, but whenever I hear this song I TOTALLY feel like dancing. Some of my favorite memories are dancing to this song (e.g., having an impromptu dance party at my house with my nephews and niece (I'd be happy to give a demonstration of Andrew's moves...they're legendary) and dancing at my friend Laura's wedding). I LOVE that double clap bit. Anyways - deep love for the song, and the dancing effect it has...that is until I was on the elliptical and all of a sudden I was trying to keep in time to the song and keep up with my pace....next thing you know I'm all out of sorts, somehow completely losing allllll rhythm, practically falling off and needing to stop my activity, regroup, and start again. Right after I pressed fast forward to the next song.
Seriously - Scissor Sisters should come with a warning: "Dance-ability of songs may cause injury...especially to the rhythmically challenged"
Out of curiousity...what do you listen to when you're workin' out? I need to find a new song...for my own safety.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
Procrastination, Thy Name is Elise
I have a paper due in 3 days. I spent most of my morning sitting at the computer attempting to research for said paper....only to find myself looking at everyone else's blogs, facebook, checking my email repeatedly and trying to diagnose the nagging sick feeling I've had in my stomach for the last 3 weeks (don't worry...mayoclinic.com cofirmed that it's not cancer. phewph.)
By afternoon I had finally narrowed down my topic, and actually had some ideas that I could use (it's a comparison of the leadership found in critical care and acute care settings and how this affects job satisfication...just incase you were wondering). But this all came after a trip to London Drugs...really all I needed was shampoo (to avoid the greasy, paper-writing-student-look)...but felt it imperative to go up and down EVERY isle (at least once...twice for the toiletries and make-up). So - not only did I find the shampoo I needed, I became aware of "needing" (and I do use the term lightly) the following: a lipgloss that can go on my keychain, an eye-shadow compact, mousse, a set of multi-coloured pens, lined note-paper, chocolates, a fancy dust rag, an US weekly (that was supposed to be my "treat" after working on my paper all day), face wash and sparkling water.
Of course after I got home from London Drugs I had to make some lunch...and you can't have a lunch break and work at the same time. So I ate my lunch, and while that was digesting (because, heaven forbid, I work on my paper with a full stomach) I started to fix my latest knitting project while simultaneously watching a Friend's re-run.
And now, here I am back at the computer...obviously NOT working on my paper...but I'm getting close. I have opened a word document, and I'm just preparing myself for the genious-ness to start pouring out ...
but I think I better go get something to drink first...
By afternoon I had finally narrowed down my topic, and actually had some ideas that I could use (it's a comparison of the leadership found in critical care and acute care settings and how this affects job satisfication...just incase you were wondering). But this all came after a trip to London Drugs...really all I needed was shampoo (to avoid the greasy, paper-writing-student-look)...but felt it imperative to go up and down EVERY isle (at least once...twice for the toiletries and make-up). So - not only did I find the shampoo I needed, I became aware of "needing" (and I do use the term lightly) the following: a lipgloss that can go on my keychain, an eye-shadow compact, mousse, a set of multi-coloured pens, lined note-paper, chocolates, a fancy dust rag, an US weekly (that was supposed to be my "treat" after working on my paper all day), face wash and sparkling water.
Of course after I got home from London Drugs I had to make some lunch...and you can't have a lunch break and work at the same time. So I ate my lunch, and while that was digesting (because, heaven forbid, I work on my paper with a full stomach) I started to fix my latest knitting project while simultaneously watching a Friend's re-run.
And now, here I am back at the computer...obviously NOT working on my paper...but I'm getting close. I have opened a word document, and I'm just preparing myself for the genious-ness to start pouring out ...
but I think I better go get something to drink first...
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
The Power of the Red High-Heels
You know life is good when I can break out my favorite pair of red high-heels TWICE in one week. sigh. Life is rich. Note: I did not say I am rich...just life. (And that's why I'm holding out to marry for money, because my uncle always said "Marry for money, love will come later"...but he also used to lick my face...so maybe his advice isn't the advice I should be heeding.)
I just spent the night out with some friends from work who I hadn't seen for some time because of my current full-time study schedule. We met up at Glo - a very urban, italian inspired, place on the Gorge (made me feel like I was in another city - I LOVE that!) to celebrate a birthday, catch up, and dream up our next few little adventures. It's always good to get together with familiar friends, especially during a time when so many of my days are filled with the unfamiliar. Unfamiliar staff members, unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar information...all this to say it was a welcomed reprieve. Comforting even. Isn't that amazing? Isn't it amazing how just the company of warm, familiar faces brings comfort to the soul, not to mention combining it with good conversation (and, even better, a fabulous meal) . Oh I am thankful for these people in my life. Especially during this time of change.
PLUS I'm thankful for a reason to get all dressed up and enjoy a night out! It doesn't take much to convince me to bring out the high-heels and hairspray to have a fun night on the town, but it's funny how it does take some planning. A good friend of mine and I have adopted the practice of the "Urban Summit"(an homage to the Bridget Jones Urban Summit). We're both single, young, professional, and rather fun-loving women...currently without men to take us out and about, so we take ourselves out. It usually involves either fabulous food or the arts (recently the opera "Indomeneo"...fabulous...apart from the female mezzo-soprano playing the role of a prince...but I digress) or better yet, BOTH!
The Urban Summit is a fabulous concept, especially for the single and fabulous female - although, I would recommend it to anyone (married-types included). Everyone needs an excuse to bring out their own version of red high-heels...because sometimes, just like a good friend, they too, bring comfort to the soul.
I just spent the night out with some friends from work who I hadn't seen for some time because of my current full-time study schedule. We met up at Glo - a very urban, italian inspired, place on the Gorge (made me feel like I was in another city - I LOVE that!) to celebrate a birthday, catch up, and dream up our next few little adventures. It's always good to get together with familiar friends, especially during a time when so many of my days are filled with the unfamiliar. Unfamiliar staff members, unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar information...all this to say it was a welcomed reprieve. Comforting even. Isn't that amazing? Isn't it amazing how just the company of warm, familiar faces brings comfort to the soul, not to mention combining it with good conversation (and, even better, a fabulous meal) . Oh I am thankful for these people in my life. Especially during this time of change.
PLUS I'm thankful for a reason to get all dressed up and enjoy a night out! It doesn't take much to convince me to bring out the high-heels and hairspray to have a fun night on the town, but it's funny how it does take some planning. A good friend of mine and I have adopted the practice of the "Urban Summit"(an homage to the Bridget Jones Urban Summit). We're both single, young, professional, and rather fun-loving women...currently without men to take us out and about, so we take ourselves out. It usually involves either fabulous food or the arts (recently the opera "Indomeneo"...fabulous...apart from the female mezzo-soprano playing the role of a prince...but I digress) or better yet, BOTH!
The Urban Summit is a fabulous concept, especially for the single and fabulous female - although, I would recommend it to anyone (married-types included). Everyone needs an excuse to bring out their own version of red high-heels...because sometimes, just like a good friend, they too, bring comfort to the soul.
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