Monday for Sunday

Whoever made this advertisement clearly doesn't know what it's like to actually live in Florida. They also clearly did not experience all that rain on Friday.

Yes, it's Monday not Sunday but I'm putting an effort in.
Yesterday I went to work; it was a busy day-- lots of people, decent amount of profit. I like working at Worm's Way because even when it's slow I have friendly coworkers who always have an interesting story to tell. I also enjoy helping people learn about indoor gardening with a heavy dash of science that they didn't know was important to plants. The weather was gorgeous.
After work I came home and spent about an hour trying to decide what was for dinner. I settled on Moe's even though I seemed to have a big craving for pasta. I don't like to pay so much for food I could make at home with ease. Note to self: definitely getting pasta when I finally make it to the grocery store.
We came home and I worked on and finished my Final Project and Authority Quiz for my Cataloging Nonbook Materials class (I'm going to miss it; it was my only physical class). Alex and my friend, Aaron, came over and hung out. We talked about our thoughts on apartments we've been looking at for the fall. We have some good options, the only thing left to see is where they price us at. I think it's dumb how they can't have a standard range for their apartments. This BS about, Oh we won't be able to tell how much or even if we'll have something for you until exactly two months before that date. At least that's better than being lazy butts like some apartment complexes that say they can't tell until a week before.
After Aaron left Alex and I wound down for the night and got to bed.
I didn't get any painting done but I'll have time on Monday for that since I can't go to the gym without taking my allergy pills.
Overall it was a regular Sunday. As regular as a Sunday can be.

The Daily Dally-Do

Aaaaaand I totally should've just posted this yesterday before I got off lunch break but I wanted to wait to add a picture. Oh well, no picture and it's late. That's life. Here's day one post, I'll write day two tonight once I submit my final project.

I've realized it's been a while since I last posted. It'd be a lie if I said it was all due to school. While school has kept me busy with final assignments and deadlines I have, for some reason, been avoiding my blog. So much has been going on and each week I plan to include it in my weekly blog post but when the day comes I don't feel the same as I did the day of the event or it slips my mind all together. 

Yesterday I caught up on Kaitlin's blog and I was thinking how it's nice to be able to look back on each day and have that much needed trigger to recall things. Then I thought, why don't I post every day-- even if it's a short blurb that means little to nothing to you readers. If anything it may help me gather my thoughts for one weekly full post. Well, as you can probably tell by now I have a hard time committing to a specific activity-- I thrive in change. People like to have their routines and know exactly what to expect. Whenever I have such predictable days and routines, well, that's when I seem to fall. I need change because change means that I'm alive. For the past few years I've been able to change my major, change the places I go, and where I live, then maybe have some routines that fit within all the changes just to give me breather time (yes I counted going to the gym as breather time in undergrad). 

Now most of my time is routine and I think initiating change will be good. It'd be nice to have this blog, walking Penny, and the gym as my routine breather times but my job has to be apart of that list as well. So, here's my attempt at starting a new change: Daily Blog #1. 

Today I woke up five minutes earlier than I usually do for work so that I could make sure I got to work on time-- which I did so I'm going to continue waking up at that time. It's been raining here in Tampa since yesterday's rainstorm and I'd very much like some sunshine instead. I'm prepared to endure the summer heat because I'm a born Florida girl but this rain just keeps my mood down. I need my daily Vitamin D. 

I get off work around six. I had thought to stop a the market to do grocery shopping but we have enough food at home so I just want to use all that first. I'm thinking something with quinoa. After dinner I want to try and finish my final project and quiz. Then if I have some time, finish up Colies gift even though she'll be in Colombia by the end of today. It'd just be nice to finish that project up then work on the pokemon area board Alex so badly wants finish lol. 

There usually isn't much time after I get home from work and cook dinner so I'll probably head to bed after all that, maybe get a chapter of reading in. Then tomorrow wake up and do much of the same, except I have the option of staying up late-- kind of. Alex works Monday mornings. I'm not going to lie, I kind of like that we have different work schedules because it allows me time to do things around the apartment and work on assignments without the temptation of being right next to him. At the same time I miss him so much during the weekends and I feel like I'm losing precious time. The truth is we re always 'losing' time-- using time would be a better descriptor. While I would much rather be doing things I enjoy instead of working, I know I need to work to be able to do things I enjoy when I do have free time. 

When I think like this it helps but it also makes me feel like I may never be able to afford or have good circumstance to do the things I want. Like taking Yoga Teacher Training classes and getting my yoga certification. It's a big investment not only with money but with time. Much of the classes are held on the weekends which will cause a predicament with work (I'm only hired to work weekends). I had estimated working for Worms Way for about a year but i think I may have to stay with them until I graduate... We shall see. 

Something I need to do this coming week is get all the details on my fieldwork requirements because that is going to affect a lot as well. I also need to find out what textbooks I need to buy for the summer semester. 

Let's Charge People Who Ride Their Bicycles Instead of Driving!

So let's charge people for using green energy instead of non-renewable resources. Oh, and while we're at it let's double tax all the vegetarians because they eat too much real food. How much more ridiculous can these American taxes and fees get? OH, a little bit more. Let's charge a fee for people who don't have health insurance. They can't afford health insurance so let's get what little spare money they have in another way. What is this world coming to... we can do so much together. There is so much hope and potential but we're just destroying each other a little at a time.
All of this for money and to allow some people to feel like they're better than others-- that their way of thinking and their opinions are the only ones that matter.
Hubris was the downfall of many greats in the past... now it is Greed. To the oil companies and the science facilities that use your money to quiet and even silence development of green technology and cut down anyone who supports it, I hope one day you can rest well in the pools of toxic sludge you pushed the world to make.

Read the article that brought on my little rant:
http://thinkprogress.org/climate/2014/04/16/3427392/oklahoma-fee-solar-wind/

Stop Dragging, You Pooey Procrastinator

After a really productive day with school work I really wonder why the heck I procrastinate so much. I really wish one time (not this time; preferably a past occasion) procrastination wouldn't have worked out just so I wouldn't be such a procrastinator now.
People can drag their buts for weeks, maybe even months, doodle around and stare at the computer screen and when they turn around that thing they kept putting off looks like a rainbow. It still works out somehow. All that poop and it ends up being a rainbow.
I stress myself out with a lot of things and end up judging myself five times (serious) harder than the person who is actually grading my work. Just like when I look in the mirror by myself my eyes are drawn directly to my lower abdomen where my main fat store is. When I'm with a group of people, and I look back at a photo of it, I see how pretty I am.
Why do our minds make things so complicated? It really doesn't have to be. It can be so simple. It is so simple. Let's just do crap and enjoy the rainbow right now instead of dragging it on.
We can't have a rainbow every day, but something else spectacular might happen when it's not raining and we're going to want to have the time to do it instead of having that hypothetical unicorn poo being dragged on the carpet.
If I balanced my school work as well as I should-- you know, do one page a night, one assignment a day or two if they're super short, then you can have the night or even a day free. You'll have set times to go to the gym, to cook dinner. Oh the joys of not being a procrastinator.

Someday I Will Be Able to Do This

If you've followed my blog for a while you know that the one ritual I have is my morning yoga. While my morning practice is not as advanced as this, I do hope to someday make it such. To be able to awaken every part of my body and be completely ready for the day is ideal.
Mornings Krista Marie Starr -Yoga Teacher

Love, Soup & the Way He Carries You To Bed

Last week I told you about this post and how I didn't get around to posting it... I reviewed it and realized I definitely could not allow it to become a part of posts I haven't published. About love, soup, and life...

I love eating soup because you start out with patience for it to become cool enough. Then when the energy of the universe blesses you with the ability to consume it without burning your mouth you pick up your spoon and scoop the chunky parts. There may be parts you don't really care for and some parts you really prefer and wish the whole soup was made out of it. You careful ration between the two until all that is left is glorious broth-- your reward. The perfect blend of all the energy the pot of soup began with swims around at the bottom of your bowl. This is your treasure, your enjoyment, the very fruit of your soulmate's labor... And it is wonderful. Just like him.

If you've read posts from the past two months you know that I've been having a hard time with the truths of life and the world. I've been both misfortunate and fortunate to have such a trouble as I have found myself appreciating each moment and holding on to every breath, every instance of love. It's all around us and there is so much hope amongst the tragedies of the world. So much hope within all of us, so many dreams and wishes. Amongst the heart aches and worries is birthed love. Amongst both tears and joy is love. 

I have opened my eyes and found that you can never quite open them wide enough to take in all the beauty around us. But that is our curse-- the curse of humanity-- to never get enough. So we must accept the love we have and savor it; accept the beauty of the world and appreciate each moment we have. 

The other night Alex and I were watching the lovely indie film Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. It was just about over when I fell asleep. I had already seen it so it was difficult to fight slumber. I was awakened my arms around me, carrying me to the bedroom. All I remember before falling back asleep was "hold on, I got you." In the arms of my love, I trust. In the arms of my love I have felt the world spin as we were still together. 

There is a story of how humans began with four legs, four arms, and two heads. They were powerful and contemplated taking over the heavens. To prevent them from doing so, Zeus split them in half, and thus we forever search to make ourselves whole again. 

What happens when you finally find your other half? Well that's the beauty: anything. You find them and then you see the whole reason for all of this, the reason for life-- to experience this feeling of love, for it to forever morph and grow. You see the stars when you find them, then you can see the world together. How long did our souls search for one another? How long was it before the two energies of being saw which direction to turn to find their match? That's another beautiful thing, time is constructed for the physical but, for love, souls would search for an eternity yet find that no matter when they finally connect, the aspect that matters is that they do. 

Nonsense

Further inspired by Kaitlin's no more nonsense blog post, I am kicking my butt into gear because I know that I only have less than one month left of these two least motivating classes of my college life. I will get my stuff done. I will get my plump bottom back into my gym habits. I will fit into that bridesmaid dress when it arrives. And I will finish painting my graduation gifts for Kaitlin and Colie in time.

Here's the absolute beginning of no nonsense.

Today during the day I will do my yoga, then bicycle to campus to work on and finish some of my assignments: Case Study 2, Discussion Boards, Strategic Plan. Eat a sandwich I bring with me. Then I will bicycle back home once I have worked a significant amount on my school stuff. Late afternoon to bed time is open for working on my gifts to Colie and Kaitlin.
All of this, I hope I do not have to endure with these awful allergies that are starting to resemble a head cold but luckily my head isn't that foggy. My throat is feeling terrible from all the sneezing. Please PLEASE kick in soon, generic allergy pill.

Oh, and to update on fitness... as I've said I haven't been doing what I would like but I'm getting back to it today. No. More. Excuses. I have enough time to watch my shows, I have enough time to go to the gym. I have to fit into this bridesmaid's dress coming in June. Yes. I have to and I will.

I recently remembered that Alex and I purchased a scale but it was hidden in the closet.
I weighed myself this morning and I'm at 134 which isn't bad but it isn't my best. Nor should I be considering this number as important.
It's the measuring tape that counts with fitness not the scale.

39" shoulders

32.75" chest

29.75" underbust

26.5" waist

36.25" hips

37.25" butt

21.25" thighs

13.5" calves

Plus this is supposed to be fun. This race to abs needs to be given more fuel because obviously I burnt out from being bummed and whatnot. Well, here's some gas, let's go! No more nonsense.