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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Water Challenge- Day 3

Ta-dah! I drank 8 glasses of water on Monday! But it was easy to remember since David and I went out on a HOT date. Seriously, it was hot. We went to the batting cages at 2pm and there was no shade to be had at the aged establishment.

Thirst was an annoying backseat 7-year-old on a road trip ("Have you drank yet? Have you drank yet? Have you drank yet? Have you ...") constantly poking me on the shoulder throughout the day.

(Check out the hottie in the pink shirt!)

We did assist the water in cooling us off by chasing it with a cold stone, of sorts.
(This was Dave modeling the goods, being "edgy" instead of "commercial.")

Then, we tried to heat the date up again by checking out this little shop.

To be honest, it wasn't as cool hot as we thought it would be.
But I do recommend the interesting little consignment shop next door called Mona Lisa's.

A priest, a rabbi and a minister are fishing in a canoe on a lake. The priest says, "I'm gonna get some sodas," steps out of the canoe onto the water, and walks to shore. A short time later, he walks back with a 6-pack. The minister cannot believe his eyes.

After some drinks, the rabbi says, "I need to take a leak." He stands up, steps onto the water, walks to shore, uses the bathroom by the docks, and walks back. The minister is mad with curiosity but doesn't want the others to know he's surprised.

Well, the minister decides to try it himself. He announces, "I'm going to get some sandwiches!" and steps off the boat. SPLASH! He falls into the water.

The priest turns to the rabbi and says, "Do you think we should tell him where the stepping stones are?"


So, how did YOU do on your hydration yesterday? How is today going?
Remember:
TODAY IS A NEW DAY!

(If you are just now tuning in, we are drinking 8 cups of water each day through this coming Sunday. Start today!)

Monday, June 29, 2009

Water Challenge- Day 2

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet, the river flows on.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

How did yesterday go? How is today going?

For those of you just tuning in, we're on Day 2 of the Water Challenge: Drink a at least 8 cups of water a day for 8 days. Jump on in today!

A few benefits of proper hydration:
  • increased energy
  • softer skin
  • more exercise (from extra trips to the bathroom)
  • less headaches
  • lower excess fat levels (water is key to metabolism)
  • less constipation (the more regular you are, the less crap there is with you when you step on the scale, got it?)

As for me, I... totally... ROCKED... at not getting my 8 cups. I forgot to take water to my sister's B-B-Q yesterday. I was so full of chicken and ice cream when I got home that when I tried drinking water, my stomach felt like it would explode.

My total for the day: 4 cups.
(Way to set the pace, Adhis.)

Here's the good news:

TODAY IS A NEW DAY!

Your turn: Report in the comments how you did on Sunday and then recommit to getting your 8 today.

It's Day 2...

Ready, set, GULP!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Water Challenge- Day 1

This week, THE WATER CHALLENGE!!

"I think drowning would be a horrible experience.
But it would probably be less horrible if right before... you were really thirsty.
That's why when I swim, I bring pretzels."

Demetri Martin

Have you heard the phrase "Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink"?
In my house it's bottles of water, water everywhere, and I forget to drink.

I need to hydrate! The weather got warmer and I began drinking less water... because I've always been jealous of really old people with their wrinkles and their discounts and their quaint little sayings. Am I the only one?

How do you remember to drink 8 cups of water a day? I actually need to be drinking 9, but I will go ahead and start with the often-spouted eight.

Here's the challenge, should you choose to accept it:
drink 8 cups of water throughout the day for 8 days.
(That's 64 ounces per 24-hour period.)

If you want to drink more (you're supposed to drink at least half your body weight in ounces of water), then do it. But post here when you've done your 8!

Tips:
1) Don't catch up on your water after 7pm or you will cut into your sleep. (Unless you are a sleep-urinator.) (And a sleep laundry-doer.)

2) Drink from a wide-mouth container even if you have to unscrew the cool squirty thing. It will help you gulp the serving down faster.

Each day this week, I will ask how you are doing, and you let me know how you are doing: Yea or Nay. The last day of the water challenge is next Sunday.

Ready, Set, Gulp!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Water Challenge THIS WEEK

“Kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases”
Chinese Proverb



The 8-day *Water Challenge* starts on my blog this Sunday!
- 8 glasses a day for 8 days -

More on the challenge tomorrow...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I know they're around here somewhere...

It's the last week of June. Do you know where your New Year's resolutions are? Uh, yeah... those things you committed to improve in this year. Do you remember that? So, how are you doing?

I was shocked the other day to realize that HALF of the year has already passed. (Christmas will be here before you know it, so get your holiday shopping done early!) Holy schmoley, time flies! Why, just yesterday, I was rocking my Guns N' Roses t-shirt and black bandana.

"Guns and what?"

They were cool back in the day. TRUST ME.

"Whatever, old lady."

Sigh...

Statistics show that only between 3- 15% of resolutions are actually kept. Is that true? That seems low to me.

Who are they asking? What are their resolutions? Is this counting the people who made their resolutions after having just a little too much bubbly before the ball dropped? ("Man, thess yearrr, I resolvate... resolutivate ... make a goal... (hick) to become a roosterrr. 2009 ROOOOOOOCKS!")

According to the things I blogged about doing this year, I'm doing well. I'll tell you what though, it has not been easy and there have been times where I felt like throwing in the resolute towel!

It has been hard for me to not interrupt someone's train of thought to state what I'm thinking! I'm becoming better about it, but some of you people I see in person need to give me a breather and pause to ask me what I think sometime or my head will explode and that will just get hair everywhere.

Embracing imperfection has been the most liberating as far as pay-off goes. It's nice to reach the end of the day and think, "I did dandy." There is still room for improvement in that area, and I commit to working at it 'til I have it down perfectly!

The most challenging has been focusing on the attributes that I like about other people. Not because I hate people and their peopleness! I just tend to think about (a) solutions to people's problems instead of where they're hot already and (b) me, me, me! (Yeah, I know. That's why I'm working on this.)

Speak up! What resolutions have you kept up with and which have you dropped?

Sunday, June 21, 2009

We Got the Beat


Madonna's "Lucky Star" has been playing in my head for the last 2 days. This is why...

80's party!
to celebrate the birthdays of Summer, Aubrey, Kim, and Marcella!

Oh, man! It was a total time warp experience. Do you remember jelly bracelets, shutter shades, oversprayed bangs, scrunchies, pegged jeans? What about Smurfs, Punky Brewster, Big League Chew, Sixteen Candles, He-Man, and The Bangles? We covered them all!


I'm not sure which is sadder:
that only two months ago I finally got rid of some jewelry from middle school that would have been perfect for this party

or

that I didn't have to buy or borrow a single thing for my "costume."

The skirt is from 8th grade. The dog collar, the long chain, the belt, the earrings are from high school. Everything else is from my "modern" closet.

You can buy my cassette in thrift stores near you...


Do you know what surprised me the most? I thought for sure I'd get my hair higher, but I found out that my hairspray finger wore out quick after years of non-use. I could not replicate the height I sported years ago and that's when it hit me that I must have used a WHOLE LOT more hairspray back then than I remembered. I bet the freakin' hole in the ozone layer can be solely traced to the use of Aqua Net during the Reagan administration!

We played 80's trivia in which we guessed the top 10 movies/shows/candy of the 80's. As the game went on, the age gap between some of the girls became apparent. The older ones were shouting their guesses with glee followed by squeals of "oh my gosh, I loved them!" The younger girls sat quietly not having a clue as to what to offer as a guess. (I thought I'd cash in my retirement account when Marcella said she had to Google 80's fashion to find out what it was. Girl was born in 1985!)

We enjoyed prizes of slinky bracelets, Pop Rocks and other assorted retro candy. Kat made three birthday cakes. Go, Kat!

We had 3 finalists for costumes.

... and look what resurfaced... again...


figures.


At least, I got a Rubik's Cube.

[Posted songs: "Lucky Star" by Madonna, and "We Got the Beat" by The Go-Go's]

Friday, June 19, 2009

Topless Friday

It's Friday, so bring on the topless photos!
(These are the only time you will see topless photos of me online. )
(Probably.)

I had an allergy skin test at the allergist's office last week.

Here's the test on a non-allergic person.


Here's the test on a mildly allergic person with synchronized "backne."


Here's me.

Weeeeeee! You haven't lived until your back is on fire! (You're not allowed to scratch it or touch it.)

The photos represent about 15 minutes of lying on my stomach. One of my allergy pricks continued to worsen after the test, sending a streak around my side and towards my belly. That was kinda cool-looking.

Dave decided that it was imperative to have a pencil in the photos to give perspective. You will see, compared to the pencil, my back is much redder!


They tested me for 41 things, and I am allergic to all of them.... grass, trees, animals, air. The allergist put the results in a calculator and out came a little piece of paper with the message "You are a allergic to life" printed on it. We will be putting our home on the market and moving to Egypt. (Hopefully, I'm not allergic to pyramids.)

The allergist was telling me about an inhaler that caused less body quakes than others when I replied, "oh good, I was concerned since I'm a heart surgeon" and then I mimicked me holding a scalpel and shaking. The doctor immediately paused as he tried to take in my vocational dilemma. I laughed and he realized I was joking. Ah, good times. (Is it not always obvious when I'm joking?)

Anyhoo, I was sent home with my pharmacy franchise starter kit for the low, low price of a co-pay. It won't be long before I will be able to resume my neighborhood walks; I just need to pickup my new outfit.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Love of the Sport

Pretty much sums up how I feel about bowling...

video

I have this tolerance/hate relationship with bowling. The main thing against bowling is that I hate things I suck at.

In softball, you don't have to run with perfect technique to get to a base, you just run. In volleyball, you can set the ball funky and someone with a stronger arm corrects the damage. In almost any sport, there is room for variables and mistakes for one to be able to enjoy playing a game.

But in bowling... you keep your arm straight, line up with the arrows on the floor, and visualize the ball going down the center and -STILL- the ball gutters. You can't blame it on the sun in your eye, or because someone was chasing you, or because the ball unexpectedly came at you. If you have a bad game, it's because you suck and, asides getting the bumpers up, there is no apparent way to get better at bowling. I'm not trying to play professionally; I'm just trying to get through a night with friends and family!

So, of course, isn't it perfect fate that I married a man who has his own bowling ball (engraved with his name), his own bowling shirt, his own bowling shoes, and his own bowling ball luggage that accommodates TWO bowling balls? (One space was supposed to be for his future wife's engraved ball. Eight years into our marriage and the second cavity remains empty.)

Because of my incompatibility with bowling, it has been a while since David has taken out his equipment... as apparent here by the spider eggs on the underside of his ball carrier. (Or maybe they're little spider bowling balls?) We discovered them right before entering the bowling alley for my niece's 4th birthday party on Monday.


When I go bowling, there are 3 for-sures:
1) I will get one strike and/or spare
2) I will throw at least 3 gutter balls
3) I will break a nail

Yesterday:
1) check
2) check
3) check


Now, you know that if ever I bowl with you, it's because I really REALLY like you!


Saturday, June 13, 2009

Token of Loaf

As a result of an allergy skin test done on me recently (which I will post about this coming week), I have been cutting down on sugar and cheese. Many of you may think this is a ridiculous step for me because you know that I don't keep treats in the house. I'm the future grandchild's nightmare.

"Grandma, can I have a cookie?"
"Here, have a cucumber."

When I want a treat, I either have to make one or be at the grocery store when the craving hits.

This afternoon, I was craving something. I made myself a smoothie that tastes like ice cream. While it was delicious, it didn't take the craving away. I considered an IsaDelight chocolate but realized what I wanted was a cake-y texture. I was too tired to make a cake and decided to take a nap and give the craving a chance to pass.

About 15 minutes later, someone knocked at the door. I don't always answer the door if I'm upstairs and was about to ignore the knock when I heard in my mind "opportunity knocks," so I groggily went downstairs and opened the door. Standing there was my new neighbor Rick, a single man living in the house behind mine, holding a package.

He began with "I just made some banana bread," and I seriously felt overcome, wanting to cry. I wanted cake and the Lord said, "Ok, here is some cake." In addition, I was touched in regards to the person He chose to deliver it.

This is the new neighbor who last week had to hop over our dog's poop in HIS YARD when he was mowing his lawn because our dog's new tie-out was several feet longer than the old broken one, allowing Indy about 4 feet of access into Rick's yard. (Dave and I happened to be looking out the window when our neighbor had a close call with a little brown rainbow, realized what had been happening, and committed to remedy it, but it had probably been happening for a few weeks. ) This is the neighbor who daily gets onto his motorcycle in his driveway to the soundtrack of Yappy Yapster's Greatest Yips (from just two feet away from his own feet until recently). This is the same neighbor who was presently standing before me offering forgiveness and charity through a homemade loaf of banana bread!

Rick thanked me for caring enough to shorten our dog's reach into his property. What? WE should have been bringing HIM a treat! I asked him if he had baked some of our dog's droppings into the bread. He chuckled and said, "It's the secret ingredient!" (May I add that his banana bread was not only surprisingly delicious for being made by a man [yes, totally chauvinist of me], but it was really the best tasting banana bread I have had in years!)

I am again in awe. Through seemingly small means the Lord shows his children He is thinking of them. How often do I need to be reminded?

I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me, confused at the grace that so fully He proffers me. Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me enough to send cake for me! Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!

[Posted song: "I Stand All Amazed"]

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Totally Self-Gratifying Post


Or Totally Ego-Demolishing Post.

(Depending on how things go.)


Ok, leave a comment that is nice (and true) about me! You cannot repeat what someone else has posted.

All commenters get a bribe prize from me!

The prize is... um... probably something random from my house.
Or a love letter. Or an emu. Or soap. Or a sticker. (Everyone loves stickers!)
I make no promises as to what it may be but can assure you that it will be:
  1. a THING!
  2. a surprise! Even to me!
(If you don't live in my current neighborhood, send your mailing address to AdhisBlog@gmail.com to be sure I have it.)

All qualifying comments must be posted by Monday, June 15th.
Prizes will be sent out by the following week.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Road Rage

Today, I was driving on I-15 on my way to the grocery store. I was in the fast lane getting ready to switch to the right lane in anticipation of my exit coming up when I realized that the black Mazda in the center lane had been matching my speed for some time. He wouldn't let me get over! I slowed down, he slowed down. I sped up, he sped up. Anywhere from 60-75mph, I had a side shadow snickering.

I headed for 80mph, and he sped up. I hit my brakes and the guy slowed down. My exit was coming up. I yelled "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" and angrily motioned for him to do so. He yelled back, gesturing with his hands, and smiling the whole time. What the heck was he thinking?? Didn't he see my baby in the back seat?

Ooooooh...
(fumes)


So, I did what any self-respecting citizen would do.

I yelled to Baby Dhis "HANG ON!," and I hit the gas.
Mazda kept up with me. I hit into the rocket accelerator gear and flames spewed from my exhaust pipe.

80mph... 85mph... 90mph... 110mph...

Mazda kept right up. I pulled hard on my steering wheel and slammed into his car. Baby Dhis grabbed on to the bar on her car seat. I slammed him again. He slammed back. I deployed the spinning blades from my hubcaps and ripped into his car body. Sparks flew. The driver reached his arm out of his window and threw an oil grenade in my lane. It was too late by the time I noticed the slick in front of me, and I was sent sliding and spinning across all lanes.

I attempted to shoot out his tires with my semi-automatic headlight machine guns to no avail. From my trunk, I ejected a spike strip; it landed in front of the Mazda. The driver's face turned to terror. There was a deafening explosion as his tires slid across the spikes. His car screeched out of control and hit the concrete barricade, sending the driver through his windshield, soaring through the air, arms flailing, and straight into an open jail cell in the police station. He hit the back wall, slid down it, and bumped the cell door closed. A cop standing nearby flashed the thumbs-up sign. The townspeople cheered and there was a parade in my honor.


Baby Dhis gave me a high five and we headed back to our exit. We were able to finish our grocery shopping with only a scratch on our car, but that was already there from when my little brothers slid across the hood.

Black Mazda, I better not ever see you again.

Monday, June 8, 2009

My little piece of earth

A few weeks ago I saw Kristen working in her flower bed, and I asked her, "How the heck do you have time to do it?" Besides having a baby my baby's age, she has two older boys and she makes home like Martha Stewart.

She replied, "You find time to do the things you love."

Her response hit me profoundly. A week later, I was admiring Heather and Matt's lush landscaping. Knowing that Matt had just gone back to school, I asked Heather, "How the heck does Matt make the time to still take care of the yard?"

Heather's response: "He loves doing it! You make time for the things you love."

Deja vu? I decided then that was a message from God to me.

I've loved gardening since we lived in a small duplex apartment off a canal in Florida. My mom bought seeds, and we grew flowers (and attracted a roaming cat, but that's another story). I remember four-o-clocks was one variety.

I planted my first very own vegetable garden when I lived in Tennessee. I tore out a piece of lawn from the side of the house we were renting and planted tomatoes, broccoli, and some other vegetable I've forgotten about. Proud, I called Dorothy the Landlady over to look at it. She was a-gasped when she saw that we had torn out her beautiful grass. She then pointed out a large tree that would soon fill in with the season and shade the plot. I named the garden "El Jardin de Esperanza" (The Garden of Hope, as in "here's hoping it grows"). And grow it did!

Because of the lack of sun from the aforementioned tree, I laid sheets of foil around the plants to reflect as much light as possible. The tomatoes searching for light, grew 10-12 feet tall.

"I ain't never seen that in all my life!" exclaimed Dorothy. I had to stake the tomatoes by stapling twine to the side of the house and wrapping the ends around the stalks. We had tons of tomatoes!

In Utah, I married David. At our first apartment, we got a 6x12 plot to garden in during our last two years there.
We planted tomatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, gladiolus, cantaloupe, marigolds, nasturtium, sunflowers, and whatever else we could fit. I remember having more than enough 'maters to share with many, many neighbors. Dave loved walking past that garden in the mornings and plucking a handful of cherry tomatoes on his way to work.

(My then-neighbor Ben helping me water the apartment garden.)

When we moved to our present home, I wanted to keep up the green-thumbing skills. I got sidetracked by trying to keep alive the plants the home builder threw into our landscaping. Holy clay-dough! (The ground here is... inefficient... at sustaining life.) Busy being on call to administer shrub-CPR, plans for an edible garden went out the window.

Another hurdle to leap was that David wasn't really thrilled about creating more work in the yard, so he had little motivation to venture into gardening again despite my talking, my begging, and my bartering. Well, maybe he wouldn't give in to me, but I knew David is a spiritual man.

After 5 years, throw in an "impromptu" Family Home Evening about President Spencer W. Kimball counseling families to grow food gardens, and (bippity boppity boo) Hubby's on board! We started a garden!

Inspired by recently discovered meat, we chose to try out the square foot gardening method. If all goes well, we will add one or two more boxes next year.

TAH-DAH!

With bell peppers at $2 each, I knew as soon as I got a garden again I'd want to grow some of my own. Our baby garden has two varieties of tomatoes and three varieties of bell peppers. Since we started late in the season, we missed out on some veggies (lettuce, broccoli). Since David didn't want to dig more lawn up, that eliminated large plants (zucchini, squash, watermelon). We also missed out on some pepper varieties because they were already sold out in the three stores I shopped.

We will get better each year as we become more familiar with this method and our area. For now, we have two available square feet. I thought about garlic and onion, but I understand they grow like tulips (planted in the fall and harvested in late spring). Maybe marigolds to keep bugs from attacking the tomatoes?

What ideas have you got? What's in your garden?

These are photos of flowers currently blooming in the front jungle.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

A few strays

According to Google Reader, I lost a few readers lately. Perhaps, because I know it all.

Well, excuse me, if you wanted to go somewhere less informative, you should have tried Wikipedia.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Babbles Babbles Everywhere

My brain has exploded with so many business ideas that lately when I talk I sound like this to other people.

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P.S. I'm unsure what to do with this blog as of late. Comments? Ideas?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Divas against Tevas

My dear friends, I know many of you wear these.

I just wanted to let you know:
They aren't really shoes, ya tree huggers!

They're rubber pieces strapped on with nylon and velcro. (Nothing against velcro.) (Kinda.)

These sandals are not flattering on ANY foot. The straps remind me of my dog's collar. The style seems appropriate for little children who keep losing their shoes. That's it.

"Adhis, but they're--"
NO.

"But they really--"
NO.

"Just try th--"
OH MY GOSH, NO.

I cannot for the life of me understand the draw to these sandals. I'm no fashion mama, but I've still got fairly good vision. I don't get it. I tried to "get it." I even made a list.


WHY PEOPLE WEAR TEVAS

1) They're inexpensive.

I went to the Teva site and found their sandals start at $40. $40?? What the heck is in the granola these consumers are munching on when they're at the checkout with these in hand? These are expensive sandals! Running shoes aside, I don't even pay that much for regular shoes.


2) They're comfortable.

That isn't reason alone to wear these things. I searched Teva's website, and they actually have decent-looking shoes available. If people must go for Teva, why aren't people choosing these other less-offending options in comfort?


People, for the love of all that is dry and calloused, choose the shoes!

3) They're perfect for hiking.



Because of their toe-protective qualities? Yeah.

(Refer to #2.)




4) They're stylish.


(Refer to photos.)





The thing that puzzles me the most is that 90% of Teva wearers I have encountered have toes that should not see the light of day before making friends with a power sander.

(Holy... ::gag:: I can't even post the photos or talk about specific cases I've encountered.) ::shudder::


Other shoes that should not be worn unless you are at Woodstock or work in the medical profession:


Birkenstock
They're perfect for harvesting daisies, smoking weed, and giving peace a chance.




Croc
The must-have shoe for tending the nurses station, performing root canals, or while stirring the compost pile.




If I were single (and I was), and I was interested in a prospective suitor (I was), I would immediately reconsider if I found him wearing any of the above shoes (and I did). In the history of shoes of all planets, there are more options than these things. (Like say, electric-blue velcro sneakers.) (I, of course, jest.)

But, my friend, if YOU wear them, it's ok. I'm sure I will still like you. Probably.