The Texan and the Redhead

The redhead is always right…or thinks she is.

A week away!

Seven days until our big day. Do you think we’re ready? If you said yes, you’d be wrong. Personally, I forgot about all the little detail stuff that still needs to be done – and every day something news comes up. Thank goodness I love my Texan very much – otherwise I’d be losing my mind.

Without further ado – what’s left:

1. Finish the wine bottle centerpieces – of the 30 bottles I need for the tables, about 20 are painted. I haven’t done the chalkboard paint or glued on the twine – if I run out of time, these things are getting axed. The finished product will be:

Painted wine bottles with twine, chalkboard paint

2. Buy alcohol – since our RSVPs rolled in late, we are behind the game in ordering kegs and wine for the wedding bar. I think we have a pretty good idea of how many people are coming – so we’re going to try and cross this one of our list on Tuesday.

3. Create our wedding playlist – for a music person, you’d think this one would’ve been checked off a long time ago. I need to figure out what song I want to use for my walk down the aisle- for background music, etc. Considering I’m more indie rock, and Texas is more country, finding songs wil be an adventure. I found an actual indie rock wedding song site, and I’m loving a few of the options. This is OUR song:

4. Seating chart or no seating chart? – At this point, we have no seating chart. But, I keep mulling this over, and I think maybe we need one. My 92 year-old Grandma is concerned she won’t have a front row seat, and Texas’s family won’t know my family…IDK. I have to make a decision by Monday.

5. Program or no program? – Really, given that the ceremony will be short, we don’t actually need a program. But I think it’s a nice touch for people to know the sequence of events for the night.

6. Freeze-dried rose petals – the flower girl (my soon-to-be, most awesome step daughter) needs rose petals to toss as she walks down the aisle. Worse case scenario, she’s getting what’s left on my rose bush at home.

7. Basket or box for cards – I’m really hoping to find something in the house that I can upcycle into a card box.

 

8. Rental car – Need to rent a car for our honeymoon since we aren’t planning on taking CityKat or Cindy Black Truck.

I’m sure this isn’t everything – but it’s most of it. If any one has wedding tips, tricks or suggestions, comment and share. And wish me luck!

YMCA Adventures – Days go by

In case you’ve been keeping track, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted. No, I haven’t fallen totally off the wagon. I prefer to think of it as hanging on by my fingernails while life serves up a bowlful of changes (good ones!).

Thanks to an amazing business opportunity – I took a major leap last week and left my FT job to go to work for my own company, The All Night Party.  Scary? Definitely. Thrilling, exciting and liberating? Totally. Only five days in and I’m loving my newfound sense of freedom and responsibility. And stress – oh definitely, an increase in stress. Since I’m a stress eater, I can tell right away when I’m eating out of anxiousness or worry.

So back to the YMCA. While I’ve not been able to go three times a week, which was my original goal, I have been able to go once a week. Since it’s only once a week, I’m trying to maximize my time and try something a bit different each time.

First, I tried a different Y. Everyone who has read my previous blog posts, knows that I’ve got an issue with locker rooms, too few hooks to hang your stuff and towels. To anyone who shares these issues – GO TO THE DOWNTOWN Y! Not only do they have a spacious locker room with plenty of hooks, but they have towel service. Nice, warm and toasty towels, ready for you after your workout. I love it! Yes, the building is older and the equipment isn’t as new as other locations – but seriously, the amenities make up for it. And for those concerned with parking – there’s a lot, right behind the building for members. I learned this after the meter birds left an “expired meter” ticket on my car.

Second- I worked out with my BFF, Julie (Wine Me, Dine Me). There’s a whole new level of accountability when you make plans to work out with a friend, whether it’s at 7:15am, or not…no excuses. Warming up on the elliptical while catching up on gossip and work rocks. The other cool thing is that ActiveTrax has a feature called”Workout with Friends”, which means exactly what it sounds like – it’ll plan a workout for both you and your friend – using machines that are either the same, or in the vicinity of one another.

Third – remember I mentioned stress? Turns out, working out is a great stress buster. I still haven’t had that mythical “high” that some people get from a workout – but I do find that cardio releases some of the adrenaline and works out the tenseness in my muscles. So it’s worth it to me to hop on a treadmill for 20 minutes if it means I’ll feel better when I’m done (even if I’m not wild about the activity while I’m doing it).

Moving ahead – I’m hoping to take advantage of my newly flexible schedule to take in a class or two at the Y. I’ve heard the yoga is relaxing, the spinning intense and the boot camp is ass-kicking.

For anyone keeping count, we’re t-minus 18 days til my wedding…

YMCA Adventures Day #2 – Locks, Lockers and Learning

Day 2 – Friday, 9/7

Felt like first day, freshman year of high school – my first to-do when I walked into the Y was to lock up my stuff with my brand new lock. Of course the damn thing wouldn’t open. Following the instructions, checking the #, nothing. Thank goodness for Amy Walla, Y super-trainer and lock-opening guru. She got it open.

First day using an ActiveTrax generated workout. When you get your ActiveTrax workout, you can either print one from the kiosk in the gym, or you can use the webapp on your phone. I had planned on using the webapp, but forgot to get it setup – so I used a printout. No big thing. The printout lists out each machine you need to use – and the machines are numbered so you can’t mess up. It also tells you how many reps to do, and what weight to use. Remember that strength test? That’s what determines the weight you use. Speaking of reps – discovered that when an ActiveTrax workout specs BEST as the # of reps – you can stop at 20. BEST means however many you can do – up to 20.

One of the things ActiveTrax does well is target muscle groups. Each workout that is selected will have a series of exercise, in my case, working opposing muscles in specific areas of your body. Today I had chest and back. Speaking of chest and back, those were the muscles that hurt the most from Wednesday’s workout – so I wasn’t sure this would be a torture session. Surprisingly it wasn’t.

I warmed up on a treadmill for 10 minutes before starting. The treadmill is one of the most state of the art things in the gym, with a TV/iPod doc on the front panel. I caught up on Obama, Prince Harry and the state of the economy courtesy of Matt Lauer and Savannah Guthrie while I walked.

Once warmed up, Amy coached me through all of my machine exercise. Apparently I forget to breathe when I work out – Amy’s comment during each exercises was, “Breathe, Monika. Breathe in when you’re releasing, exhale when you’re pushing” or something like that  – don’t quote me on that being correct. Remember, I can’t breathe.

Got through the machine portion of the workout – then back to the floor exercise area for more CRUNCHES! Hooray! Not. These weren’t terrible though. Even though I’m not sure my muscles were onboard with what we were doing, I attempted a reverse crunch, an oblique crunch and two others that I can’t recall. I made it through, and Amy even gave me crap about doubting my ability to finish all of the exercise. I did.

Workout over, it’s time to get ready for work. If there’s one area that I’m still not thrilled about, it’s the locker room. In the shower area – I wish there were more hanging hooks or benches to put your stuff on.

Maybe I’m spoiled from having gone to the “health club” style gym in our office building – but it’s pretty spartan at the Y. It’d be nice to have a high shelf or two more hanging hooks to put your things on while you’re getting ready. Also, in the shower – there are no shelves or hooks, so be prepared to do the bobble, grab and lunge to reach any of your products that you have to set on the shelf on the other side of the curtain. Maybe I’m missing a key element to simplifying locker room routine – I’m open to suggestions if someone has one.

Despite the hassle – managed to shower, shave my legs (that was fun…) and get out the door in time to get to work on time.

YMCA Adventures Day #1: Machines, Muscles & ActiveTrax

The Texan and I are getting married in 45 days. Guess who is undertaking a little fitness makeover prior to the big day? Since I’m posting, you know it’s not the Texan. So, it’s 6:45am and I’m headed to the YMCA at Duck Creek for a new member orientation to learn how to be a more fit, fabulous me. Of course, I got a little turned around on the way there. Got a nice morning view of Seven Hills School (found their resale shop, BTW, which is legendary for their amazing deals) and toured around the Coca-Cola parking lot before finding the Y tucked back in the corner.

Walked in – and it’s time for my first workout with Amy Walla, personal trainer/guru of all things YMCA.

Amy started by sitting me down to talk fitness – specifically how much I have and have not done. Since I’m only slightly more fit than a couch potato, I mostly fall into the “beginner” category as far as using weights, knowing how to do exercises, etc. She also went over my fitness goals. I was very honest, told her that I tried WW once, had a lot of luck. Stress, life and things happened, and I gained back the 50lbs I lost. I tried it again – fail. So now, on to working out to try and get myself into better shape. She said that was doable – YAY!

The goal of today’s first work out was to test my strength on various machines, as well as setting up ActiveTrax, the fitness tracking software the Y uses.  ActiveTrax lets you customize the type of workout, the type of exercise and most importantly,  a specific timeframe for your workout. Since I’m working out in the morning, it’s helpful to know that I can set it up for a 45 minute workout, and get done in time to get to work.

I like that ActiveTrax will track all of your workouts – tell you how much weight, how many reps to do – and most importantly, tracks the placement of the seat of the equipment. I hate having to remember where to set up the seat. Speaking of setting up the seat – using the little yellow-marked knobs to set things up was a breeze. The knob makes it easy to spot what part of the equipment needs to be adjusted. As far as I can tell, there’s no way to accidentally drop a stack of weights or mess up the machine by adjusting the fit.

All in all, I think I did okay – not the weakling of the bunch, but not nearly as strong as I should be during the strength test.

At the end of the workout, Amy led me to the floor exercise (not gymnastics, but where you actually lay on the floor) area, and explained we were going to do crunches. Since I ususally do these on the exercise ball – when I do them – I wasn’t sure what she was going to teach me. She showed me how to crunch properly by finding a spot on the ceiling, and crunching my body while keeping an eye on the spot. Voila. I didn’t pull on my neck, and I was able to do a meager handful of crunches during the one minute test.

After I was done – shower time. Not really though. One BIG word of wisdom. Bring a towel – preferably a nice sized one. I didn’t, and the Y doesn’t supply them, so no shower for me. The locker rooms were nice – clean since the Y at Duck Creek is new- but not fancy. Metal lockers, both half-size and full-size are there. Second word of advice – bring a lock. The Y doesn’t supply locks.

There were only a handful of people in the locker room, so getting ready wasn’t tough. The Y doesn’t supply any H&B stuff – so best bet is to pack your travel pouch with your toiletries. Got ready, left and was at work in 20 min. Not even late!

It’s plumbing, Charlie Brown!

It’s been awhile. In the time since we last blogged, we put the house on the market, traveled, attended a dance recital and generally lived our chaotic lives. But tonight – we made an attempt at being domestic. With spectacular results!

Let me set the stage – in our house, we have our upstairs bathroom, which is the cleanliness hub of our house. The shower, tub and all of my various and sundry bath and body products all reside here. A few weeks ago, the tub started dripping. Nothing major, a slight annoyance. Drip, drip, drip. We were able to jiggle the handle, and it stopped. Hooray, we thought, problem solved! Not so…over the next week, the drip got worse. Eventually all of the weird finagling we tried didn’t work, and we were faced with a true dilemma. The faucet was leaking and we needed to fix it.

The Texan decided today that he was going to tackle the problem of the leaky faucet. Which is amazing, and so sweet of him. But…after removing the current faucet handle, making an emergency run to Home Depot for a new one, and trying to put the new one on…he realized that no, his solution wasn’t going to work. What’s worse, he wasn’t able to put the old faucet handle back on! Curses! Now we are faced with no shower, no tub…you get the idea.

You might think I’d be mad. No, I’m not mad. I get it…plumbing isn’t for wussys, and I give Texas credit for trying to fix it. I admit I’m not looking forward to washing my hair in the kitchen sink tomorrow, but I chalk it up to c’est la vie and all of that. I put in a call our Joe the Plumber (who is awesome by the way) and we’ll wait for him to show up tomorrow and fix our leaky faucet. In the meantime…someone please bring me a nice glass of Pinot Grigio. It’s been an evening.

Just Park the Car!

You can't just park this anywhere!

The men who have come before me in my life have taught me many, many things.  Things like how to throw and hit a baseball, how to grill a steak, and how to drink responsibly.  They have also taught me several things about dealing with the opposite sex, Read more…

Ready, Set…POOP!

Photo credit: Galileoweb.org

Did I miss the memo? Was there a worldwide email sent that landed in my spam filter and I deleted? Or is there just a female gender conspiracy going on here?

For the love of God, can someone out there please tell me when women decided pooping needed to be a timed event? Read more…

Response: I’m Still Alive

First, I do have to thank The Redhead for cooking the other night. I did survive, the meal was–in fact–quite tasty, and I’m feeling much better these days.

But, I’m me. So I can’t let her get away with that entire post without pointing out a few things:

1. I did not laugh when I saw only a can of tomatoes on the counter and a Mac. I was disturbed. My stomach more so than I.
2. While she is a great woman, that was a string of too many superlatives to start a post. Nobody’s perfect, baby.
3. I suppose the can of tomatoes made perfect sense to her to start with, I’ll give her that. But to then write “they are the base for many wonderful foods like salsa, ketchup, and marinara” is just wrong; and shows her kitchen knowledge. I hate to tell you this Red, but ketchup is condiment and marinara is one of those “ingredient type” things you referred to earlier. They are not, however, foods.

Again, I’m still here and back on my feet. So it was a successful effort…I guess.

Cooking for the Texan

The Texan has been sick the last day and a half with stomach bug, poor guy. Today he felt better, so I, being a wonderful, kind, loving fiancee, offered to cook him dinner. You read that right — I offered to cook dinner. Anyone who knows me, knows that I’ve had aspirations to be good in the kitchen. No, not in THAT way, but in the, “Rachel Ray would be jealous of me”, way. So far, my aspirations have amounted to a dozen or so cookbooks that are collecting dust in a cabinet. The truth is, most of the things I cook are frozen, microwaved or contain lettuce as the main ingredient.

In spite of this, I headed off to the kitchen to check our cabinets and whip up something for us to eat. This actually brings up another interesting point. The Texan and I don’t regularly eat at home, so that makes whipping up anything kind of hard since we don’t grocery shop for ingredient-type foods, but for staples like wine, beer and catfood.

After a an inventory of the cabinet, the fridge and the freezer, I came up with frozen broccoli, frozen peas, parmesan cheese, feta cheese, butter, a box of odd and ends pasta and a can of Hunt’s Fire Roasted Diced Tomatoes. Guess what I started with? The diced tomatoes!

The stupid can of tomatoes didn’t have any recipes on it (come on Hunts!) so I hopped online and went to Hunts website. At this point, the Texan passes by the kitchen, and peeks in to see how my dinner is coming along. We are 30 minutes into dinner prep, so I think he was hoping for visible progress. Instead, he sees me, a laptop and a can of tomatoes on the counter.

“You mean to tell me you’re trying to plan an entire dinner around a can of tomatoes?” he says.

“Of course.” I reply confidently. This makes perfect sense to me, since I know tomatoes are the base for many wonderful foods, like salsa, ketchup and marinara. The Texan starts to laugh. Hmmm…maybe this canned tomato thing is a bad idea.

I move on to Food.com, where thank the culinary gods, I found a great little recipe for Broccoli Parmesan.  This is easy! I took a wee bit of liberty and threw in the pasta, which made it less of a side dish, and more of a main dish. Fifteen minutes later, we had dinner.

I’m happy to report that the Texan enjoyed his dinner, isn’t feeling any ill effects, and even went so far as to congratulate me for my kitchen prowess. So, maybe in light of this success, I’ll give cooking a shot another time. Those frozen peas would be good in something, I think.Thanks to @winemedineme and @entityflux for the coaching via Twitter!

Women’s Shoe Department: The True Final Frontier

Photo credit: kensolin.com

The holiday crush has finally ended, resolutions have already been made (and br0ken), and the last of the college football games is airing as I write this.  What better time than now to reflect back on a particular shopping experience I had during the season and offer some friendly advice to my fellow mankind.

With all due respect to the late Gene Roddenberry, but Star Trek is not the ‘Final Frontier’ for man; a women’s shoe department is. Read more…

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