Apparently my feet weren't happy with my latest workout schedule.
There I was working out six days a week. Interval training on the treadmill, lifting weights and doing yoga, thinking I was doing something good for my body. Exercise, after all, is good for you. It makes you strong. Except when you have wimpy little feet bones that decide to rebel by fracturing under the stress.
I did notice my feet were getting rather sore, mostly across the tops. So I backed off on the workouts a bit, but not too much because I figured my feet just needed to toughen up and get used to it. Then on Friday, I was stepping off some bleachers and-- Bam! Cracking, crunching, pain. Pain that for a moment made the room go white and left me unable to put weight on my foot.
I Miss Poe
Some music reaches out through the speakers, whispering to you on a personal level. You are left dazed and slightly outside of yourself as you obsessively play and replay the CD for hours, days, weeks. The lyrics are killing you softly and the rhythms resonate through your soul. You have made a discovery; one that subtly changes your perceptions, draws out the integral moments of your life, and frames them in the new light of the context (intentional or otherwise) of the music you've discovered.
Poe brought me that kind of experience. Each song was a revelation; a new favorite. Each song tapped into a different moment of my life. A different emotion - some dark, others hopeful.
Poe brought me that kind of experience. Each song was a revelation; a new favorite. Each song tapped into a different moment of my life. A different emotion - some dark, others hopeful.
Manipulative Me
I haven't been much for the photography lately - just too busy with other things - but I was fooling around with Photoshop filters the other day and thought I'd share... (click any of the photos to see them larger, more detail)
First up, a color chalk and charcoal me (left). I wish I could actually draw with chalk like that. But then I'd probably draw a lot and everything I owned would be covered in a fine layer of colorful dust. Which might be cool, messy though.
Next is ghostly me (above right). Yep, that's how I might look as a ghost, all glowy and shiny. But not see-through, because I'm not that kind of a ghost.
First up, a color chalk and charcoal me (left). I wish I could actually draw with chalk like that. But then I'd probably draw a lot and everything I owned would be covered in a fine layer of colorful dust. Which might be cool, messy though.Next is ghostly me (above right). Yep, that's how I might look as a ghost, all glowy and shiny. But not see-through, because I'm not that kind of a ghost.
Three Sheets: The Ultimate Pub Crawl
So I had a friend over for movie night this weekend (Hi, Leslie!) and she brought along a DVD of a TV Show I haven't seen before called Three Sheets. It's a brilliant idea for a show. The host, Zane, travels around the world drinking with the locals and learning about the region's popular drinks.
Part travelogue, part pub crawl -- there's so much good packed in 24 minutes! Plus, Zane is hilarious. And kinda hot. Totally one of those guys who seems to really like people (even when he's making fun of them). And as a professional bar fly, the man can seriously hold his liquor!
Part travelogue, part pub crawl -- there's so much good packed in 24 minutes! Plus, Zane is hilarious. And kinda hot. Totally one of those guys who seems to really like people (even when he's making fun of them). And as a professional bar fly, the man can seriously hold his liquor!
Bricks Breaking - My New Obsession
Damn the Internet and it's addictive time-sucking puzzle games! No- wait... I love the Internet with it's addictive and challenging puzzle games. Puzzle games... logic in colorful, convenient, rewarding packages... Mmmm, like crack for us semi-Vulcan types.Bricks Breaking from MindJolt.com is my latest obsession. (On my laptop. Bookworm is currently tops on my iPhone, especially since I got it on sale for $0.99. Sweet!)
I think Bricks Breaking may be my favorite for a long time to come. (Yeah, I always think that at first, but this time's different... really!) Here's why:
Memories Under My Skirt
Disney princess statues that are parting their skirts to reveal their fondest memories. What?!?! Am I the only one who thinks there's something a bit off about this idea?There I was, minding my own business, walking through a Hallmark store, when I turned a corner to see a whole shelf of Disney princesses lifting their skirts and smiling knowingly. (Seriously, check out the saucy look on Cinderella's face!) Under their skirts you can see pictures of special moments: dancing with a prince, kissing a prince, you know, all those special memories a princess would hold close to her... heart.
I'm no prude -- though my sense of humor is a bit demented -- so these statues really cracked me up. I couldn't stop gawking at them for a full five minutes, or making up inappropriate comments that the princesses might say while revealing the "special memories" they keep under their skirts. Fortunately there were no Disney-Princess-Collector-Types in earshot and my husband seemed to find it amusing.
Two Books and Some Baby Clothes
A library book about Aaron Burr, a gift box holding some baby clothes, and a signed copy of a book about WWII pilots. What do they have in common? They are all difficult to replace and they were all stolen from the trunk of my dad's car.
My dad and stepmom came to visit for a long weekend and were staying at a nearby hotel -- a nice hotel in a safe area. We had a lovely visit including trips to museums and a mansion house, and a fun dinner with some friends.
On Saturday, my dad put two paper grocery bags in the trunk of his car. One held a present and some cards for my sister and her family (he was kindly bringing some gifts to her for me). He had also put his library book and a book he had bought into the bag with them. The other bag had some groceries they had bought to snack on at the hotel or on the ride home.
My dad and stepmom came to visit for a long weekend and were staying at a nearby hotel -- a nice hotel in a safe area. We had a lovely visit including trips to museums and a mansion house, and a fun dinner with some friends.
On Saturday, my dad put two paper grocery bags in the trunk of his car. One held a present and some cards for my sister and her family (he was kindly bringing some gifts to her for me). He had also put his library book and a book he had bought into the bag with them. The other bag had some groceries they had bought to snack on at the hotel or on the ride home.
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