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Goodbye, January!

Today is day 15 of our “omg what is WRONG with us we need to turn this around NOW” life plan. I’m so stinking proud of us. The plan is as follows:


My exercise assistant.

  • Eat our own food. No takeout. (Wednesday dinner w/Mom is an exception, as are lunches that work buys for us, as long as I eat one serving and not three. And Fancy Coffee Friday, because that’s just yogurt, granola, and black coffee.) We make a menu on Sundays and we stick with it.
  • One cheat meal twice a month. Cheat day does not work for us, because we are Summa Cum Laude Cheat Dayers. When it comes to maximizing the amount of awful food one can intake in a single day, we excel.
  • Exercise 6 days a week. I’m not talking anything awful, just 25 minutes a go.
  • For me, no drinking in January. That was easy.

Today I prepped and roasted four pounds of chicken breasts. Most of them went to lunches, but two were reserved for tonight’s dinner. I’m using this recipe from Gimme Some Oven (I love that name!) with a rub from Penzeys and as God is my witness I will never eat dried out chicken again.


I am destined to never make it more than 25 months with the same iphone.

In 2012 I dunked my iPhone 2 into a sink, and had to buy a 4s.

In 2014, exactly 2 years to the DAY later, I dropped my 4s in the toilet. Bought an iPhone 5s.

Here in 2016, 2 years and 9 days later, my 5s decided that the external speaker was optional. No music, no ring, no text tones, no alarm. Just vibration ’til the end of days. Except, I don’t wear my phone on me, so that wouldn’t work. I spent last night wiping and resetting and trying every solution found online. Today I went to the Apple Store and got the 6s on AT&T’s 24 month payment plan. My 5s netted me a $200 gift card which I spent on the tax and … Applecare. Finally, I’m learning.

(I bought the rose gold model, and ordered this Kate Spade case.)

And today my worlds collided on Twitter:

tweet between Lin-Manuel Miranda and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson.

tweet between Lin-Manuel Miranda and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.

I love this life! Bring on February!

Zumba, week 2

This was my second week back. It got a little easier, because I was slightly more familiar with the moves. I’m better with the cha cha cha routines than the mambo routines. You’d think all the nights I spent watching Dirty Dancing would make me better with mambo. Halfway through the hour, I lose all worry that I’m secretly being videotaped for YouTube.

Secret video of me at Zumba.

Secret video of me at Zumba.

I have to go again next week, because the week after I’ll miss it due to work travel.

Why am I doing this? I need to increase my stamina. My life of sedentary work and habits has killed any mojo I have. Regular workouts leave me tired early on. I have to accomplish getting through 3-4 minutes of moving without feeling like death before I can do something better. I have a lot of years of WDW ahead of me!

Drink and cry

Every now and then WM and I travel separately. Sometimes he goes to visit his family solo. Sometimes I travel for work. It’s how it goes and while we’re never apart for long, sometimes we are apart.

It's a 7 year old picture but it fits.

It’s a 7 year old picture but it fits.

I don’t know what he does when I’m not here. From his tellings he pretty much does the same thing he does when I AM here. Me? I go into some sort of adolescent bacchanal state. I stock up on hummus, pita bread, wine, cheese, genoa salami, chocolate cake, wine, chips, wine, etc. I don’t wear pants. I bellow showtunes. And one night I do what I call the Drink and Cry.

It is what it says. I drink wine and make myself cry. I cry over the injustices of the world and our country. Massacres and racism and stupid shit. There is a bunch of self-pity cry in there too because I am a human bean and can’t help it. Dead friends, dead family, dead pets, dead dreams. But sometimes I need to grease the wheels a bit to get a good cry going.

Here, readers, is my Drink and Cry list.

Some light reading:

Back to videos… From Les Miz 10th anniversary…

  • I Dreamed a Dream (“He slept a summer by my side / He filled my days with endless wonder / He took my childhood in his stride / But he was gone when autumn came”) Sing it, sister.
  • Fantine’s Death (“Look, monsieur! Where all the children play!”)

Truth be told, I rarely make it past UP!

Once I’m done, I feel so much lighter and better. I’m a weeper and most of the time I hold it in because it’s just not acceptable to cry whenever I feel like it. It’s messy too. So it’s nice to have a time when I can let loose and only have to apologize to the dogs afterward.

(It took me four months to be able to finish this post, by the way!)

Friday 5 on Saturday: Up and Autumn

Happy Saturday! The last 2 nights I’ve been passing out on the sofa between 9 and 10pm, so I welcome this weekend with open arms. And then this morning, I woke up with what seems to be a cold, so I didn’t go to Zumba. This is probably my yearly October illness, so it’s good I get it out of the way before my Fall Business trip. This year, I’m headed back to New Orleans for beignets and bon temps.

The sick SOB who designed this for Pottery Barn probably loves Autumn.

The sick SOB who designed this for Pottery Barn probably loves Autumn.

It is rainy and dreary here on Literary Lane. We gave in and turned the heat on last night. It works! I knew it would work, but we need to save hard toward getting it replaced sooner rather than later. The heating guy last week took a photo of a valve so he could show the people back at the office how old it was. Yay.


Here’s this week’s Friday 5 subject: Up and Autumn. Ugh. I hate autumn. Effing fall. Everyone thinks it’s all hayrides and pumpkin-picking stock photo opportunities but it’s actually about cold rain, cloudy skies, and encroaching dampness.

1. Where do you rank October among the twelve months of the year?

This is an AMAZING question. I had to list out the months to find October’s position. October is eighth out of the twelve. Here’s how my list pans out.

  1. June
  2. July
  3. August
  4. May
  5. December
  6. April
  7. March
  8. October
  9. February
  10. September
  11. November
  12. January

Summer and spring months take the cake, hands down. October can have some really pretty days before the shitstorm that is November.

2. What time is the sun coming up where you live, and how does it affect your life or schedule?

Today the sun rose at 6:58am. I haaaaate this because I hate getting up while it’s still dark. I’m an office worker. I thrive on light, both natural and fluorescent. It’s awful wrangling dogs in the dark, too. I used to just dump them in the yard in the morning, but wandering Ollie ixnayed that. Part of this weekend’s plans is getting some cinderblocks to block the escape route.

3. How do you manage to get enough fresh air and exercise in bad-weather months?

Ex-er-cise? Not familiar with that. As for fresh air, my public transportation commute gives me plenty of time on freezing wind-whipped train platforms and streetcorners. So I don’t miss out on the chapped lips and frostbitten fingers that come with bad-weather months.

4. Holidays and weather aside, what are the best and worst things about the autumn months?

Best: It’s easier to look pulled-together in the autumn months. The cozy clothes I like make strong comebacks. I also like decorating with oranges, browns, and goldenrods.

Worst: Being surrounded by the husks of dead plants and hibernating trees.

5. What are some good songs for the soundtrack of the season?

  • Monster Mash
  • California Dreamin’
  • Hazy Shade of Winter
  • Welcome to the Black Parade
  • more here

I’m finally up to the last (2-part) episode of Friends and I’m not sure I want to watch it. I kind of like the idea of the gang hanging out in Monica’s amazing purple apartment forever. Plus, Ross is a pretty awful human being and doesn’t deserve the ending I know he gets.

Have a lovely (and non-damp) weekend!

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