This is Really Happening

"And Christian, if you’re reading this, I thought I told you not to ever let me find out about..."

Tue, 15 Feb 2011 22:22:05 -0500

“And Christian, if you’re reading this, I thought I told you not to ever let me find out about your college acceptances from anyone else but you. DON’T let it happen again.”

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Tue, 15 Feb 2011 22:21:05 -0500

Hold. The. Phone.

Tue, 15 Feb 2011 22:15:00 -0500

Did I say my mother-in-law was coming in August?? ~~Scratch That.~~ She’s coming NOW. As in, this Saturday at 1:00. I’ve been simultaneously practicing as much Spanish as I can while trying to avoid a complete anxiety attack. My honey-do list has grown longer than the legs on a basketball-player-turned-transvestite. (Too much? sorry.).

ANYway. There has been so much going on with my mother-in-law and my husbands upcoming surgery (yes! Dangerous Surgery!) that I forgot to tell you how much I have been loving Hot Yoga. Yes, it is a headache. And yes, it’s hot. But all that aside, it’s pretty much awesome. Might become addicted to it if my pockets will let me.

Does anyone have anything else to add? Me neither. Plus I have to go scrub behind the oven or something now. Seriously.

"My sister is getting married. Just thought you should know I’m not blogging because I’m..."

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 18:10:33 -0500

“My sister is getting married. Just thought you should know I’m not blogging because I’m usually too busy obsessing over her wedding details and getting on everyone’s nerves.”

How many Spanish-English Dictionaries do you think I’ll...

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 18:07:46 -0500

How many Spanish-English Dictionaries do you think I’ll need for THIS??

Round Two.

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 18:04:26 -0500

*deep sigh. Welll hello! I figured I’d come back to this thing, even though my ten weeks is over. I’ve successfully accomplished everything I felt I needed to do (except that pesky gym thing) in that ten week challenge. Go me! But now, a few weeks after that, I have come up with some newer, more challenging, umm…challenges. I’ve started them this week (for the most part), and am proud to report that on Day 2, so far, sooo gooood.

I am detoxing. And yes, it’s as gross as it sounds. But I’m actually feeling much lighter and MUCH healthier from all this water I’ve been drinking and healthy light meals I’ve been eating. Tonight, I will join my friend Tabby in her idea of a good time; and my idea of a possible migraine-trigger: ~~hot yoga.~~ Yes. Not just regular yoga. But the kind that you do in a sauna so that “you get all hot and sweaty and it’s hard to breathe and when you finish you feel like jello!” «says Tabby. Like I said. Possible migraine-trigger. But she knows that I will conveniently forget to roll the window of her car down in time to throw up if I do become ill from this activity. And if she’s cool with that, then I’m down. Plus it goes hand-in-hand with my detox this week, and m.o. to get my body healthy, clean, and in shape!

Mission Two: Learn the Spanish. As you all may (or may not) know, my husband is Venezolano. This also means that his second language is English. Sadly, for our entire relationship I have selfishly made sure we only communicate in this language. However, he makes knowing two languages look SO EASY. But let me tell you: its NOT. Anyway his mother will be coming to visit us in this coming August, and wouldn’t that just be an extreme case of sad (not to mention awkward) for me to not be able to communicate at ALL with my mother in law?? I just find the fact that I have not been taking learning Spanish seriously to be a huge character flaw. I always use the excuse that I’m too embarrassed (I’ve got a SAD case of ‘gringa’) and I’m worried people will laugh, but come on! Can I be more self-absorbed?? It’s time for me to put down the English-crutches, and pick UP the Espanol. Today I bought a book in Spanish. Carlos says it will help. Took me twenty minutes to read and understand the first page.

Only 508 more to go. *sigh.

I can take as many tries as I want to actually hit the ball,...

Tue, 04 Jan 2011 12:03:08 -0500

I can take as many tries as I want to actually hit the ball, right??

If One Swing Stops, Another Must Begin.!

Tue, 04 Jan 2011 12:00:30 -0500

Happy umm..Tuesday! I’m blogging to announce that so far, my New Year’s secret promises (NOT to be confused with actual resolutions; those are waaayyy too much commitment) are going well. In other news, I realize I have stopped feeling like I must eat everything I rest my eyes on. But this could change, considering these baby-repellent pills make my moodstates swing like a monkey on a pendelum.

Ahh yes, my new hobby? And the reason why I must blog earlier instead of later because I will be busy all day “doing things”? My husband and I will be golfing today! Ahh yess, feel free to begin fantasizing about our lives on the green and in the country club…

this will be a great day!

standstill/ stand still

Sun, 02 Jan 2011 19:49:27 -0500

Well. I’ve got about three more weeks of this thing and I’ve successfully avoided doing this challenge for what seems like the entire middle section. But never fear, I have been working on cushioning an entirely different “middle section.” Such is the life of a young woman who works harder at not working out than actually giving into the idea of just plain doing it. I will say, however, (and I hope I don’t speak too soon and jinx myself) that I have done an excellent job of mastering the skill of keeping off the couch! I mean, I’m on it now.. but that’s just because I have to be, right? Who wants to blog from their kitchen?? («This sentence reminds me I forgot to buy Oreos today behind my husband’s back. It’s not too late to return to the grocery store though :)

Moving along. A new year marks new beginnings. I have purposely not made resolutions, simply because I do not necessarily think I believe in them. Or rather, I know my own resolutions are never remembered past February. Are anybodys? Can anyone honestly say that just this past November, you were proud you are still going strong with what you promised to change the previous December 31? Hmm. This is neither here nor there because, although I have resolved NOT to resolute, I have made teensy little promises to myself to try harder this year. I promise myself to have more of this, and do less of that; to find a new this, and to pick up these habits, but I can’t say expressly what they are because they are my own little secrets, and you know what they say about secrets.

I read today, in an excellent Book, “Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.” And although this challenge is neither presently beginning nor ending, it was encouraging to discover that my efforts to become a transformed woman have not fallen on blind eyes nor deaf ears. It was encouraging to realize that my small changes (crossing things off of my to-do’s, resisting laziness, seeking passion) are not necessarily small in the grand scheme of things, but are actually a starting point to the work that my life is to become. But it in no way means that I am sure where this journey is taking me. I’ve just got some great reading material and an open heart and mind, not quite ready to take any bigger steps in life yet besides..making another to-do list. And I’ve made one.

Just thought I’d share that.

This week sure is turning out to be unmentionable.

Wed, 08 Dec 2010 14:20:55 -0500

This week sure is turning out to be unmentionable.

"I’m accepting applications for hobbies. Any and all submissions will be considered. Except..."

Sat, 04 Dec 2010 12:34:55 -0500

“I’m accepting applications for hobbies. Any and all submissions will be considered. Except stamp collecting or LARPing.”

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Sat, 04 Dec 2010 12:33:47 -0500

Honey, the Moon will Never Be Over.

Sat, 04 Dec 2010 12:23:00 -0500

Yet and still, it is time to unpack. So I did. Wasn’t as excruciatingly boring as I thought it was going to be, either. Went the whole way and cleaned the closet; lined my shoes up like little ducks in a row. And I’m proud of myself. Actually, I tried to keep up the good work and move on to the kitchen, but one can only do so much deep cleaning until one gets bored. (“One” is me, if you haven’t picked up on that yet)

I actually got a lot of things done yesterday, which makes me proud of myself. I’m going to have to confess to my dearest Laura later today though, that I did not go to the gym. I might as well go today (right now, in fact), but I just really reeeaaaallly don’t want to do that. What is it about going to the gym, where you never want to get up and do it, even though after you finish you feel really good about yourself? I have never left the gym and said to myself, “Ugh! That was just as lame and boring and hard as I expected it to be; I shouldn’t have come.” Instead, I always say something along the lines of, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? Actually kinda good? Maybe?” But then I go home and it disappears and when it’s time to go back to the gym, I conveniently forget any good reason why a sane human being would want to subject themselves to that kind of torture. (I still haven’t talked - typed - myself into the idea yet though).

Blah! What does it all MEAN!? I need to find some real serious motivation, and FAST. My hips are expanding.

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Sun, 28 Nov 2010 11:34:20 -0500

Sunday Morning Juice

Sun, 28 Nov 2010 11:25:30 -0500

Goodmornian! There’s always something relaxing about waking up on a sunny day, relaxing with a cup of coffee, and watching the morning news. So often have I made this a habit (waking up with coffee, getting to work with a double espresso and then another one around 7 pm to keep me perky, and then going to bed late because of all that caffeine, waking up tired the next morning and doing it all over again) that I have become “one of those people.” NOTBEFOREI’VEHADMYCOFFEEEEEEEE!!!

notcool.

So, I’ve been doing a good job with the decision to cut the caffeine. It sucks a lot, I will say. But there just can’t be anything healthy about a girl who’s addicted to… well, anything but pedicures. And the gym.

So here I am, late Sunday morning, re-blogging while I still have a little bit of time. This week was slightly successful. I did all those things I told you about earlier, but then realized that the stupid new guy at Bank of America TOTALLY screwed me over. I shouldn’t have ever let him mess with my money! All I wanted to do was change my name (simple enough task, I thought), and now I have so many bank accounts open you would think I was a money launderer and he emptied one account to transfer all my monies in the other account, and told me “don’t worry, everything is okay :)” after I worriedly told him “but wait… I still have some pending transactions” AND those automatic bill pay things! Car insurance! Freecreditscore! «sooo necessary, bee-tee-dubs. LA Fitness! Well, they ALLLL came. To my empty account. Bank of America is going to get one angry phone call come Monday morning. I might even allow myself some coffee for this.

That was kind of a sidenote. But hey, my blog, my rules. *takes another sip of cranberry juice. The real point of the blog is that this week has been quite eventful, and although I can’t say all the events were pleasant, they led me to a level of self-realization that I am very happy to have. To say the least, Thanksgiving sucked. Why anyone would want to go eat (nevertheless SERVE) enchiladas on Thanksgiving is beyond me. I don’t even really like Thanksgiving (I always say it’s like the hump-holiday to just waste a little time before Christmas), but I’ve never spent one without at least one Dade/Jones. So when that dreaded day actually came, I felt pretty weird without actually knowing why.

And then, it happened. Carlos pulled out a new chapstick. I popped off the top, twisted the bottom, and put it to my lips. Then what? I burst into tears. Why? Because it was strawberry Chapstick; the same kind my dad wears. My dear husband, not altogether understanding the situation, hugged me to let me cry. The chapstick sits on the kitchen counter now instead of in his pocket, I’m guessing so I can put it on again whenever I want. He knows as well as I know that it’s not about the chapstick, but it is about my family. I realize that I am hopelessly and relentlessly (sorry mom, I must have picked this up from dad) one of those people who will always be superconnected to her family. Spending time away from them has been bittersweet; it has made me realize how special and important my husband is to me, but it has also made me understand exactly how big of a role my family plays in my life. Just talking on the phone is not enough, so money saved, money spent… we’re headin’ home for the holidays! Carlos wouldn’t have it any other way.. I don’t think he wants to risk me bursting into tears over anything else random (“MY MOM WEARS EYESHADOW!!!”) lol. In hindsight it’s funny, but while I was in it.. it was sad. Honey has his work cut out for him with me, that’s for sure.

So yea. This week I am going to clean. the. closet. Mental note, when I grow up, Carlos and I must have separate closets so I won’t get sideways glances when I find it perfectly acceptable for my entire wardrobe to be in limbo, not hung up but not in the hamper. Oh and I didn’t gym this week (and I’m proud of myself). So I will do it this coming week. And I’ll try harder to be a better friend. I kinda sucked at that challenge last week, but I give myself a pardon due to the high emotional state I was in. Sometimes a girl just needs to be wrapped up in a hubby-cocoon.

*ahem.

Tue, 23 Nov 2010 20:35:57 -0500

You know all those things I said I was going to do last week? Well, officially, they are (pretty much) finished by today! But you can forget about asking me if I went to the gym (or plan to go tonight even though I have plenty of time and nothing to do), but I’d rather actually relax on this couch and enjoy my night off from work before slavery begins again and I don’t get to do this until…next Tuesday. While I was gone I paidallthebillsgotapedicureboughtsomecuteaccessoriesgotmysocialsecuritycardbecame ageorgiaresidentdeliveredathanksgivingmealtoafamilyinneedspenttimewithtabbychanged thenameonmybankaccountsandgotgas. Ugh… I HATE getting gas! Proud of myself, by the way.

For the remainder of this festive week, I will challenge myself to go to the gym twice more (I’m NOT upping the number…two times was enough last week and now I’m still not motivated to ever ever never go back). Ummm also I guess I could actually get to Carlos’ list addition: clean the closet.

No… I’ll save that for next week. Something about hanging up bathing suit coverups and short-shorts seems so…depressing when it’s raining outside. Okay so this week, I will make sure to save a little moolah, be thankful for all that I have been blessed with, go gymming, and umm… be a better friend this week. So all my friends that I neglected because I got caught up in the love sauce.. I’m sorry, and starting now you have my FULL ATTENTION!

Oh, and remind me that next week I need to really get my resume done too. That is all. Nothing witty today, this post was forced. Love you. Mean it.

rawr.

Thu, 18 Nov 2010 23:05:47 -0500

I don’t even really have anything to say, but for the sake of keeping up with this thing (and, of course, the kardashians…but that’s on Sundays because if it’s Sunday, I know I’m watching E!) «sorry.

ANYway..for the sake of keeping up with this thing I will blog. Abooouuuuut today. Which was Veeeeerrrryy slow motion, seeing as much of it was spent on my couch. I’ve got the gym thing worked out, so that’s ONE hobby tucked in my pocket, but gosh… the rest of my day (minus the few hours I put in at work) were really spent watching Netflix.. and Redbox… and cable. Still am. But hey…I washed the dishes. *half smile. I’m only a few days into this thing, and although I’ve pretty much crossed most things off my to-do list, I haven’t so much found new motivation as I’ve found another way to justify sitting here doing nothing. I go run an errand, and then run even faster back home to ”relax.” Good thing this challenge lasts ten weeks… I am seriously in a pickle as to how the heck I’m going to find motivation and energy to DO STUFF. I’m stumped.. any ideas are good ideas. Well, I take that back. Some ideas are good ideas.

"P.S.A. Walking into the gym. Success!"

Thu, 18 Nov 2010 12:47:02 -0500

“P.S.A. Walking into the gym. Success!”

Impressed yet?

Tue, 16 Nov 2010 22:00:12 -0500

Impressed yet?

Back on the Couch by 7:30

Tue, 16 Nov 2010 21:58:13 -0500

Aaaand I’m back. On the couch, naturally. An uplifting message from my grandma lets me know that I am genetically inclined to be fighting this urge-to-merge my buttcheeks to this brown Ikea cushioned happiness for….forevs. However, I am pleased to report that my to-do list is getting shorter and shorter…and then longer again as Carlos catches on to my newfound motivation. No, finally unpacking from our honeymoon was not on my to-do list. Yes, I’ll add it.

But what have I accomplished so far?

-I finally electric-slid on over to the social security office, with practically all of Atlanta’s gems of society to wait in a (distinct smelling) very long line to get my name changed. Done and done. ~~I’m officially a Silva~~. And I’m not going back to that place.

-Made my doctors appointment. Sadly, this has been put off for WAY longer than is considered sane, and tomorrow at 9:10 am, me and Dr. Butt (what, what?) will finally…dance. For lack of better describing words for what it is that we will really be doing. (overshare again. I’ll work on that).

-Tried to pay an old seatbelt ticket. And I will…eventually. It’s just that what used to be $15 is now costing me ONEHUNDREDAND $15, because when it comes to traffic tickets, I proudly live by the motto, “Out of sight? Out of mind :)”

-Weighed myself. ~~Kicked my A-Double-SNAKES at the gym~~. Came home, and weighed myself again, seriously expected to see a change. Can you blame me? America IS instant gratification. Oh well, even if I didn’t drop the pounds after one sweat sesh, I actually feel great! For my first time back, I didn’t do anything but cardio. I ran 30 minutes on that dang treadmill! That’s 3.11 miles if you’re nasty. Then, I considered dabbling in a little strength training and almost walked toward the weights, but then all those beefed-up co eds made me fake a left straight toward the exit. Oh me? No, no, I was just over here to, uhh.. check the mirror for mocos. Kthanksbye. There’s no way you’re getting me to embarrass myself on Tuesday at 6:30 pm. I’d rather go home and watch 16 & Pregnant. :)