Good Lines

February 7, 2009

Song writing contest with a lyricist, results:

1.)Unplug the T V turn off the phone (on air, can anyone guess who?)

2.)The night brings smiles to my face – it helps to bring me to my place…

3.) three minute miracle, my life changed the day I saw her…

4.) I looked in your  mirror to see if I was there, a moment of reflection… 

5.)intoxicating blue eyes, drowning in them, suffocating with them…

Winner? TBD.

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Joy to the World

December 22, 2008

Oh glorious red eye — here we come! The northeast just got pounded with snow, but I am optimistic that our flight will leave on time tonight. On the off chance that I actually sleep, visions of Dunkin crullers are sure to dance in my head. Screw sugar-plums. They are for wimps. 

Happy Holidays! 

holiday-indy

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Here Comes the Sun

December 17, 2008

Music is amazing. There are some songs that can get you through anything, no matter how down you are. 

 

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting 
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear 
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, 
and I say it’s all right 
It’s all right

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Boot Camp Food Journal

July 28, 2008

Ok, so there is this food journal that you are supposed to fill out for boot camp. I completely understand that the intent is to hold you accountable for the late day carbs and fatty indulgences, but this level of tracking is just not for me. 

The main issue is that I often do not eat normal meals. I am a grazer – a chronic snacker. I could live with my head in the fridge, taking one bite out of everything on a rotating basis all day long. How does one track that in a food journal? The review process would just be embarrassing. Yes, the journal is reviewed, and therefore there is no way that I am going to try to capture the full extent of munching (11 a.m. – two bites of cottage cheese, a peach, a mini dark chocolate snickers, two turkey and cheese rollups, pistachios, one bite of lasagna, crystal light and two crackers with cheese.) H*ll No! 

To simplify things, I have been trying to eat on a schedule like a normal human being. This unearthed a whole new problem. Now, instead of diverse snacking, I find myself eating the same things though out the day. How many times can I log Wasa Chips (approved on the program – tastes like cardboard) before it becomes unacceptable? Should I pretend that I had grapes because it is weird to have blueberries three times in one day? 

This is just too much work for me. I have never been a dieter and I have never kept a food journal. Why start now? Should I refuse and be THAT person who is not committed to the program?  

You may remember that I had a funnel cake at the fair over the weekend. Did I log it? No. Why? Because when I logged my McGriddle I had to explain myself. No one should be ashamed to have ONE McGriddle. Now, 10 McGriddles may be problematic, but not one!

Slowly, I am learning not to care. When asked about the wine I drank over the weekend I just smiled. Yum. No one is going to guilt me for  imbibing in cabernet, especially when red wine has been shown to contribute to cardiovascular health. With vino by my side, maybe I don’t need to suffer through mountain climbers and military style push-ups after all. 

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Technodespair

July 14, 2008

Our Direct TV is on the fritz. Due to a serious satellite malfunction, we are going on day six without television. This is especially hard for me because I despise silence and my friend Sony Bravia (we’ll call her Brav for short) is a constant source of background noise. 

On day one I deemed the loss of Brav completely unacceptable. After a rescue attempt that would rival any physician in the ER – manual resets, rewiring, the old faithful unplug/plug back in and 45 minutes on the phone with Jermaine from customer service – I was forced to acknowledge defeat and call the time of death.

It is true what they say, time heals all wounds. As the earth continued to spin I found joy in other forms of entertainment. 

I learned how to turn people into cartoon characters using photoshop (send me your pics if you want to be morphed).

 

I went out and bought new kicks in an effort to spur some fitness motivation (see previous post). On a symmetry side note, I also learned that my right foot is almost a full size larger than my left. I blame my father because I was blessed with his feet when the chromosomes separated. 

I have been listening to music like it is going out of style and have a newfound love for Tom Petty, who incidentally, is currently playing in the background. ….”I’m learning to fly around the clouds, but what comes up must come down. I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings…(click here for song)” 

I have also immersed myself in a book by Judith Orloff, MD that promises to take me on a wonderful journey through the mysteries of energy. Typically, you would never find me reading anything of this sort, but as I mentioned above, Brav has gone away and my horizons have broadened. More to come in a future post on energy vampires and generating positive emotion to counteract negativity.  

These past six days have been inspirational, but all good things must come to an end. Direct TV is sending a tech to our place on Wednesday to bring Brav back to life. While I know I that I will embrace the return of her audible and visual talents, moving forward it may not be so hard to use the Power Off button.

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Are you there readers? It’s me, Marcy. (only chicks will get this)

July 4, 2008

I had a startling revelation last night. People are actually reading this blog.

I was at my friend’s fabulous birthday party in Hermosa beach. There were lots of people, lots of drinks and lots of laughs .

There were also many classy events. Such as the elite, upscale beer pong sport (not recommended for those who are germ conscious). 

As an aside, do you see a similarity between the arch of the hand above, and the arch of the hand below? Coincidence? I think not. 

Back on track – so mid-party someone (hi Sarah) mentions that she has been reading and following the blog. This should not have come as a surprise. After all, I started the blog to keep family and friends in better touch with my life. Hell, I even posted the Web link on Facebook. For some reason though, I never considered the fact that people would actually use the URL, would actually read the blog and would actually enjoy it (I hope).

So in conclusion, if you are out there reading please feel free to comment (click on the small comment count below) if you are ever so inclined. It will make me feel less like a pre-teen girl in the sixth grade who has grown up with no religion and feels alone in the world. (Again, a reference that only chicks will get).

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