broke & bloated

This past weekend I knew I was about to start youknow. Aunt Flow was heading to town. This would explain my craving for white trash mix. This would also explain why I am so very bloated to the point that I feel like I need to pee every few minutes. This also explains why everything can and does piss me off. Like the Excel spreadsheet I was working on a minute ago. You know you're pms'ing when a Microsoft program makes you want to scream. When I get my youknow I am either really tired and soar or very alert and very edgy. Neither is desirable but one is definitely far better than the other, being the pissed-off-at-the-world-me.

Also this past weekend I knew I was about to start my youknow because all I wanted to do, next to eat white trash, was shop, shop, shop! We went to Target to look at, which right there is laugh-worthy because there is no "looking" at Target, there is only buying and a lot of it. We went to look at mattress topppers, you know those foam things that look like a hundred eggs could sit comfortably in? I dont know if you know this but they make some very fancy, and expensive, egg crates. The one we ended up getting is incredible. I think you could lay it on concrete and still sleep like a baby. It's about 4 inches thick and feels like you're laying on angel's wings. While in the bedding section, which is amazing at Target!!!, we glanced at duvets and bed spreads. Of course there is no "glancing" at Target, there is only getting. Which is what we did. It was half-off which was justification enough to grab it.

That's not all. Earlier that morning I woke up early like I always seem to do on the only day of the week I am allowed to turn off my ringer and sleep until I want to. I did what any other person on a Saturday morning at 8:30am should do - garage sales. I could not believe how many of them I found. It's seems that when you only take out $20 at the ATM are the garage selling days that you find every garage seller's dream sales. Which I did. I got two new Z Gallery vases for $8, a silverware set (missing a few pieces here-and-there but who cares!?) from an estate sell for $10, a Christmas tree for $5 (yes, I did think this through) and best of all the last one I stopped at for sheer hee-haw-sake I got a TV stand we've needed for a while now, for $40. It's actually a kitchen wine/cheese thingy that only fancy people actually use for that and its really nice.

All-in-all the weekend was awesome although today I have been feeling even more bloated and after checking our bank account online we are even more broke. Or is it broker. We're the brokest for sure.

Hernia and a love seat

So during my yoga class last night I was in extended side angle and instead of binding like I usually do I decided to take it easy on my back, shoulders and neck and instead intensified by putting my left arm on the outside of my left foot. Usually you put your left elbow on your left knee or you can put your arm all the way down to the floor or bind. Another alternate intensification is to put your hand on the outside of your left knee toward the floor, this keeps your spine aligned properly. Isn't yoga exciting!?!?!?! Anyways. After a few breaths in this pose the instructor calming instructed us "with your next inhale and using your core strength pull yourself back up to Warrior Two". Which I did and have done a million, ok maybe more like a thousand, times before. But this time on my way up and using my core strength something in my core strength went "pop". It hurt. I thought for a millisecond that I had just given myself a hernia. I put my hand on the bottom outside of my stomach searching for that "egg" bulging sign that would tell me I had indeed herniated myself, I found nothing. Shew. I then immediately went into child's pose and stayed there for the rest of the class and through my shevasana. When class was over I limped to the car and went straight home. Actually, I stopped at Target to get a Brita filter then Blockbuster to return "The Original Kings of Comedy". Both stops had been on my "to-do" list for far too long. After cooking dinner and watching a TV show with Eric I went to take a shower and inspect my abdominal area. Bulging? No, check. Egg-look? No, check. Tenderness? Yes, check. Close-call? YES, check. I'm sure you have to do a lot more to actually get a hernia but it still really worried me.

In other news, we're purchasing a love seat and ottoman this evening. I found it on craigslist and it's only 3-months old from IKEA. It matches our other couch perfectly. We've really needed something else to go in our living room. Now we'll be able to accommodate more than 2 people, which up to this point has made entertaining interesting. Here's a picture of the love seat and ottoman. I'm so excited. I feel like our home is really becoming a home. You know when you first start to purchase big items like a kitchen table, a nice bed, matching plates, more than 4 forks, etc, it sort of makes you feel legitimate like you are officially an adult and a married-person and therefore you look taller and talk smarter. That's a word, right? I feel that way. Especially after I talked to Missie today and was told that the pictures of our condo that I posted on myspace were "impressive" she used that or another flattering adult-like- word. With every furniture and housing purchase I feel a little more official. There's another part of me that misses that independence and the feeling that at any moment I could leave it all and move to Moscow or somewhere really far away where you can't bring more than one suitcase. That independence is not totally gone but there certainly is a lot more furniture in it's way now. I think we'll have a house party soon. Not the house party where people pass out on your patio and a keg is present but the kind where intellect, good wine and savvy conversation is had about politics, the Stock Market scares and who just had a baby.

Happy Birthday Missie "boo bear" Eggert and Happy Friday everyone!!!!!!!

i like white trash

It's now a mandatory thing at my work to take a 30-minute break at some point in the 8-hour work day. Apparently its the law or whatever. So rather than eating at my desk like I used to do, mainly because I like to leave early but mostly because I'm too poor to take a lunch break and eat somewhere, now that this break is forced on me I sit outside and read 'Quick' or 'The Observer'. The only place where I can sit without having to buy something to sit there is outside in the "smokers pit". This is where all those addicts with that nasty habit conjugate for a total of about 3 hours of their day. Half of them work in my office so I know the quoted amount of time they spend smoking to be a fact. I work for one of them.

Today I sat in "the pit" and began to read the Quick. The pit being a somewhat narrow and low area means that your conversation is shared with all who are sitting within a few feet's distance. The conversation I overheard today was one that confirmed my suspicion that, not all, but most all smokers have a decent amount of white trash in them. They curse a lot. And I don't mean a sh*t here and a d*mn there. I mean mother f*cker here and g*dd*am there. And often. Like every-other-word has to be a curse word or else then don't know how to connect their thoughts. Another thing I have notice about most, but not all, smokers is that this amount of white trash in them is essential to their being. They are a smoker. Loud and proud. THEY SMOKE. They remind me of homosexuals who feel the need to be as flamboyant as they can be to declare who they are. I say that with all respect. The conversation between these two smokers was in regards to one smokers wild weekend full of guns, ammo, bar fights, not being able to keep a buzz, and hot chicks. These. Guys. Were. White. Trash.

I've always had this fear that if I don't watch myself I may end up being white trash. In this fear I would be living in old crappy trailer in a small ass town with 7 kids, no job, no money, no insurance, no heater in the winter, no food, no nothing. Then I remind myself that that probably won't happen. But still, you never know.

The only good thing about "white trash" is the kind of white trash that is covered in melted peanut butter, chocolate and powdered sugar. After I get done trying to not injure myself further in yoga tonight I'm going home to make some good ole white trash. Hot damn, I can't wait!

Nothing

I've come to this place about 10 times in the past few days and weeks and gently let my fingers glide over the keyboard as I stare blankly at the screen, thoughts empty and mind racing for something, anything, to blog about. A few things pop into my head however they disperse before materializing or are discarded as not good enough. Then I remind myself that really no one even reads this so why bother. Then I read someone else's blog and wish I had interesting stories to tell, wish I knew how to post a video, wish I could align my photos correctly on here.

Like this morning when I tried so hard to pimp my myspace page but only ended up making my font color white and invisible and the format all funky with fields overlapping. I am technologically, if that's a word, challenged. Knowing and accepting this though I still have moments where I surprise myself and am able to figure out what no one else was. Like a few weeks ago when I used my company's new logo in my email signature. That was impressive and a total accident.

Lately I've been searching for something to keep me occupied and interested. So I started selling on ebay. What a joy that has been. Now that I've literally sold pretty much everything I own and was worthy of a stranger bidding on, and now that I've searched and called every yoga store in Dallas in hopes of finding another awesome Lululemon sale, now that Eric refuses to admit he doesn't wear half the things in his closet so I can sale some of it, now that all my ebay avenues are exhausted I've turned to buying instead of selling. Buying on ebay is a very dangerous thing when you are as competitive as me. It's not a game, it's a direct withdrawl from your every diminishing bank account when you receive that invoice that "congrats, you won!" notice. I keep justifying my purchased because after all I've made how much money on ebay and sold how many of my own clothes and considering that each purchase is only about $10 or so I'm not spending a ton of money. I can tell its the beginning of an ugly addiciton.

Aside from spending more than I made on ebay, my other thing to keep me busy has been going to yoga 6-days a week. I used to do this back when I had nothing else to do and loved it. I felt great, lost some weight, my neck was doing better and not causing so much pain. I fell off that wagon about a year ago when my schedule got busier and there was another person's schedule to consider. In my yoga-like-haste I must have done a post wrong because there's been this pain in my right shoulder and neck for the past week. It was so bad I even left work early one day. Now that I've emptied my bank account and injured my neck I'm searching for something else to keep me occupied. I'm thinking about picking up knitting again or maybe finishing the 5 or so books I've started and never looked at again.

Now I have people calling me so I have to go. I guess its only fair. After all, I am at work.

Mural

Edge Designs is an all-women run company that designs interior office space. They had a recent opportunity to do an office project in NYC. The client allowed the women of this company a free hand in all design aspects. The client was a company that was also run by all women execs............. The result.........well.....we all know that men never talk, never look at each other.... and never laugh much in the restroom.... The men's room is a serious and quiet place...But now...with the addition of one mural on the wall......lets just say the men's restroom is a place of laughter and smiles.

this is concerning and REALLY FUNNY

So I'm blogger challenged and cannot figure out how to add a video to this blog. Here's the link: http://www.apostoliclive.com/play.php?vid=492 Seriously, you have to watch this video. It is too funny!!!

From the mouth of a babe...

Brandi Carlile - The Story

I am totally in love with this song and her voice LISTEN HERE. I can't remember what car commercial this song is featured in but everytime I hear it no matter what I'm doing I stop and listen. You know how someone can have such a captivating voice or a song has the right ingredients that something in you goes, "wow". I get a little bit of that with this song. Listen, you'll know what I mean. Speaking of this, anyone that has Sundance channel this month they're doing a special on Sigur Ros with tons of footage on how they made their recently released album and their latest tour and lots of cool interviews. Another perk to having far too many cable tv channels.