The not so annual event resulted in 3 giant trash bags and sore hamstrings. Three bags is actually a light load. My last ‘get rid of stuff and organize’ marathon extended over 3 weekends and resulted in 15 bags for donation or trash.
What I found in stuffapalooza 2012:
I am running late for work. I rush out into the garage, throw my stuff in the car, and look up.
Ooooo. I just have to get a picture of that. I can use my phone. No, this calls for a real camera. But I am running late! I run back in the house, snap a picture from the garage, and run the camera back into the house. The drive to work was exquisite torture. The drive takes me east, so I had a gorgeous view of the sunrise. Two things kept me from stopping and taking photos. 1) I took my camera back in the house. 2) I was late for work.
What I would do with more time:
Persistence of Time by Salvador Dali
Sleep Exercise Clean Paint Meditate
Visit Love Movies Recycle Photos
Cook Party Travel Volunteer Read
Wish to you balance in sustenance
What would you do?
I am bracing myself for the dreaded “bifocal moment”. In college I was given a pair of reading glasses that I used maybe 5 times. After almost falling out of a chair when I looked up at a roommate, they were chucked in a drawer.
Someone was telling me about how great lasik surgery had been for her. I asked her if she could read a blurry note posted across the room. She was more accurate than I, but could not decipher it completely. I remarked, maybe I should have lasik. A gentleman 3 feet behind us seemed just a little to happy to add, “Maybe you should, I can read it fine.” Apparently, I have backed my way into the dreaded 40 year old bifocal curse a couple of years early. I will procrastinate the appointment of doom a couple of weeks under the excuse that my eyes have been really dry lately and that could unfairly sway the jury.
One way to have fun at your next eye exam:
This award is for everyone who is always trying:
trying to please others
trying to eat right
trying to exercise
trying to be the best _____ they can be (mother, father, brother, sister, friend, pet owner, employee, boss, neighbor, citizen, blogger)
trying to find balance
So, I was all excited about my frozen berry juice this morning. My shirt and counters are covered with yummy vitamins. That is almost expected with this type of juice for me. The important lesson of the morning? Don’t drop the bag into the juicer! It works much better when you take the berries out of the bag. Just another opportunity to laugh at myself.
Too funny not to share. Happy juicing!
Watch out! Katie is in the kitchen. My cooking style seems to have landed somewhere between dorm room cuisine and Food Network fan. To eat well during the week, I need to cook on the weekend. Today’s preparations were inspired by fellow bloggers and Dr. Oz.
I do some exercises in the hope that I am never told that I have to do them. Pelvic floor exercises are at the top of that list. If you think of your core as a box, the diaphragm is the top, the abdominal and back muscles are the sides and the pelvic floor is the bottom. If the bottom of the box is weak, it does not matter how strong the sides are, the box cannot hold much. Having strong pelvic floor muscles is important for men and women. It can help prevent leaks when you laugh, cough or sneeze. It can prevent falls. Imagine how many people across the world will wake up tonight with the urgent need to get to the restroom. Blurry eyed, stiff and half asleep, they rush through a dark room. Having a strong pelvic floor can also make time with your mate a little more enjoyable.
My thinking can be very socially inappropriate at times. Usually filters will stop the most egregious thoughts from reaching my tongue. But, well…if you are ever at a wake service and the priest starts to use the name of someone in the room and not the dearly departed, try not to smile. I guess part of my attitude comes from my theory that funerals are for the living, not the dead. My filters still need some work.
Life can be absurd so learn to laugh at it. Continue reading
There are plenty of reasons people say that you should not drink coffee at all. It is addictive. It can increase anxiety and stress hormones. It creates an artificial high that leads into a crash. It stains our teeth. It can negatively affect blood sugar levels.
Knowing all of that, I still love my joe. It does have antioxidants. It can increase alertness and metabolism, perhaps only short term, but it works. It can help headaches and dilates airways. Maybe that is why it is found in medications. There are studies that found that it may help to prevent some illnesses, such as cancer and type II diabetes. As I described in a previous post, I am usually tired. Even with coffee, I sometimes have to use tools that I learned playing sports to jazz myself up to be productive. Instead doing sprints at the end of practice, I am finishing up paperwork.