tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37056922011-04-21T22:51:30.294-05:00Losin' ItWorking my butt off to...well, work my butt off.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comBlogger3541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1113866320836938132005-04-18T18:18:00.000-05:002005-04-18T18:18:40.836-05:00Good SiteJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1109687474542852432005-03-01T08:24:00.000-06:002005-03-01T08:31:14.543-06:00Good RecipeI came upon this recipe the other day while making a new entree for dinner. It was designed to go atop a bread-crumb-coated-and-sauteed chicken breast, but it would go well almost anywhere. We used it on fajitas last night and it worked well.Tomatillo Salsa10 whole tomatillos, small1/2 c cilantro, chopped1/4 c onion, coarsely chopped1 clove garlic1/2 to 1 serrano pepper (any type of Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1109370007281328062005-02-25T16:09:00.000-06:002005-02-25T16:20:07.283-06:00A Needle. In My Foot.So today I gave in and saw the podiatrist. All in all, the whole thing took less than an hour, but it was not the most pleasant experience I've ever had at a doctor's office. I think my annual pelvic exam was easier/more comfortable than this.I got there and after filling out the requisite paperwork they ushered me back and told me to take off my left shoe. Then they herded Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1109270415570598892005-02-24T12:02:00.000-06:002005-02-24T12:40:15.573-06:00Felt pain all night after treadmill session, so I'm keeping my podiatrist appointment. Still waiting on the Rodney Yee DVD for some non-treadmill exercise options. It probably won't get here till Saturday though, so I'm just calling off exercise till Monday. I did three sessions this week, and I've been watching what I eat, so I'm good. Last night I made a tilapia recipe for dinner that I found Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1109177684440702022005-02-23T10:52:00.000-06:002005-02-23T10:54:44.440-06:00That Darn FootJust did 20 minute walk session on the treadmill to test for foot pain. Feeling a slight twinge but nothing significant. Still deciding whether to cancel appointment...Up next on Netflix: Rodney Yee's Power Yoga: Total Body Workout DVD.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1109090816930084432005-02-22T10:37:00.000-06:002005-02-22T10:46:56.933-06:00Ah, how easy it is to drop off the face of the earth, blogging-wise. Yes, my foot started hurting again, so yes, I quit exercising for a while. After the millionth time this happened I began to worry that something was terribly wrong in my foot, so I called a podiatrist and I have an appointment on Friday. The problem? Yep - the foot no longer hurts. I tentatively began exercising again with my Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1107987603865061862005-02-09T16:00:00.000-06:002005-02-09T16:20:03.866-06:00Today was a good day. Shortly after my last post my foot began hurting *again* so I had to give up working out. Again. Today I felt OK so I did 20 minutes on the treadmill at anywhere from 1.5 to 3.0 incline, around 3.5 mph. I followed that with the abs video. Since I cancelled Blockbuster Online (they are suckingly slow and I'm now a Netflix girl) I had to give back the Lotte Berk butt video. ItJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1107298797913993152005-02-01T16:54:00.000-06:002005-02-01T16:59:57.913-06:00Well, the foot healed up a bit so I decided to start working out again. I made my debut Monday with 20 minutes of treadmill walking (varying incline from 2.0 to 6.0 every 2 minutes) and doing the 30-minute Hip Hugger Abs video. I was pleasantly sore this morning and went for it again today - this time I did 30 minutes of walking, varying my inclines, and another Lotte Berk video, High Round Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1106771678102690642005-01-26T14:31:00.000-06:002005-01-26T14:34:38.103-06:00I'm Still Alive
I didn't give up on the exercising. I just had to take (several) days off to recover from the injury to my foot. Which frustrated me to no end, especially since I had been so good about sticking to my workouts and then I get something that could necessitate painful foot surgery if it's not taken care of. So off the foot I stayed. It was nice to have an excuse not to exercise, butJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1106230170411900472005-01-20T08:05:00.000-06:002005-01-20T08:09:30.410-06:00Man, am I PISSED. After several days of pain in my left foot, I did a little Internet searching and diagnosed myself with this. Grr. This really angers me. Here I go trying to do something good for myself and I end up hurting myself. I'm not even exercising that hard.
According to the Internet (hah), the best treatment is rest and ice packs, so I think I'm just going to stay off my feet for a Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1106160027768473062005-01-19T13:20:00.000-06:002005-01-19T12:40:27.770-06:00Best Intentions
Well, you know what they say. And you can probably guess what happened. The "kicked-up" workout program that I planned so carefully for this week didn't happen. I was kind of busy Monday doing stuff and then really had a lot to do Tuesday. I didn't do squat Monday, but managed to squeeze out 25 minutes on the treadmill Tuesday. Twenty-five reluctant minutes. I'm not going to beatJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1105914240712910882005-01-16T16:08:00.000-06:002005-01-16T16:24:00.713-06:00Kicking It Up
In the week and a half that I've been exercising regularly, I've come to the realization that my current routine is not going to cut it if I want to achieve my fitness and weight goals. The standard 30-minute cardio routine is much talked about in magazines and on the Web, but I realize that a lot of this advice is geared towards people who have never exercised and people who are Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1105818772704589812005-01-15T13:50:00.000-06:002005-01-15T13:52:52.703-06:00Workout Update
I did it. Thirty minutes of cardio followed by my wonderful Hip Hugger Abs DVD. I *really* did not want to walk today on the treadmill but I was kept entertained by my copy of Conceive (one of my pieces is in there!) and the latest edition of Redbook (which I am subscribed to as a consolation prize for my Lifetime Magazine subscription - the mag folded a few months back). Plus theJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1105810866274201262005-01-15T11:35:00.000-06:002005-01-15T11:41:06.273-06:00If you're like me and you get inspiration from various fitness magazines, you will want to read what I'm about to write.
We all know that magazine subscriptions can get pretty pricey. Ranging from $12 to $20 a year on average, they can really add up. But last year I discovered a way to get two- and three-year subscriptions for HALF the cost of a year's subscription. The answer? eBay. There are Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1105657515316782462005-01-13T16:56:00.000-06:002005-01-13T17:05:15.316-06:00I had the Blogger page open and was getting ready to post this afternoon when my former boss called with two magazine assignments for me. So the post never happened. Funny how someone else's demands suddenly take precedence when they're offering you a sizable wad of cash. (Don't get me wrong - I'm not exactly rolling in the dough here, but it was enough to make me sit up and listen. And happily Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1105572670283676242005-01-12T17:28:00.000-06:002005-01-12T17:31:10.283-06:00More of the same today. Motivation is still there. Did 30 minutes of cardio on the treadmill, varying the incline. I know that 35 minutes was the plan, but my left foot has been a little sore lately and I wanted to give it a break.
Also did the Lotte Berk abs DVD again. I really like that DVD, although the instructor comes pretty close to yelling at certain points in the workout, which unnerves Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1105471226325792242005-01-11T13:09:00.000-06:002005-01-11T13:20:26.326-06:00The Fitness Demon Awakes.
What a difference (more than) a year makes. So much has happened since I abandoned this blog. We moved. I got a job. My husband was in a horrible accident and lost his right foot. We bought a house. I quit my job. I began working for myself.
And let's just say exercise wasn't a priority during all this crap. The sole gym in my small town costs $50, way too much for Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1067525408237037282003-10-30T08:29:00.000-06:002003-10-30T08:50:07.670-06:00I've been so busy with moving stuff that I forgot to mention the fact that I am on a diet now. Yep, me, the die-hard food lover, on a diet. The South Beach Diet, to be more accurate. I'm on day 3 of the 2-week induction phase and, to put it plainly, it's hell. No bread, no baked goods, no fruit, no dairy, no candy of any kind - mainly just vegetables, lean protein and cheese. If I never see Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1067276263033844682003-10-27T11:29:00.000-06:002003-10-27T11:37:48.373-06:00Moving sucks. It really just sucks the big one. Seriously.
First there's that period where you go through your closets and cabinets and weed out all the junk that you don't really want. You hold up a pair of cutoffs from 1989 and wonder why they didn't make it into the Goodwill bag 7 years ago. You sort through old cards and notes and decide what's meaningless enough to toss and what you can't Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1065813201850359022003-10-10T14:03:00.000-05:002003-10-10T14:13:21.816-05:00Office banana-split parties are the embodiment of evil. I just wanted to say that.
The other day I was working from home and so I went to my regular gym instead of the dank little room in the basement that passes as the office gym. I have to say, it was very nice. Open, bright, with TVs and magazines - I did 40 minutes easy on the elliptical and I could have done 10 more if I hadn't needed to goJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1065622505968103602003-10-08T09:13:00.000-05:002003-10-08T09:15:05.946-05:00I normally don't post recipes, but this one came out so good that I had to. Tastes just as good as (or better than) regular meatloaf, with tons less calories. From Shape magazine.
Mozzarella-Stuffed Turkey Meatloaf
Ingredients
1 1/2 lb ground turkey
1/2 c seasoned bread crumbs
1/2 c diced onion
1/4 c chopped parsley
1 10-oz pkg frozen chopped spinach, thawed and squeezed to remove any excess Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1065451072551632322003-10-06T09:32:00.000-05:002003-10-06T09:37:52.210-05:00Oh, yeah, I have a blog. So sorry I haven't been updating. Things have been...well...not good around here. Well, I shouldn't say things are BAD; I've just been really busy and updating hasn't been foremost on my mind. Every weekend Mark either comes home or I go up there, so I never am just sitting around doing nothing on a Saturday afternoon. Then there's the whole big process of looking for a Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1064526962162517942003-09-25T16:55:00.000-05:002003-09-25T16:56:02.386-05:00I miss my mom.
That's all.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1063657867677465822003-09-15T15:27:00.000-05:002003-09-15T15:31:07.623-05:00Lots is going on these days. Mark was in this weekend and it was heavenly. I think I could almost get used to this weekend-husband deal...
His presence wrecked my eating, however. I had been so good all week and then we had roast with gravy at my aunt's on Saturday, and Chipotle burritos on Sunday. Not to mention his favorite, fatty Mexican beans I had waiting for him on Friday night. So it Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1063382493166914602003-09-12T10:57:00.000-05:002003-09-12T11:01:33.023-05:00No weight loss yet, though I've been on the 1400-a-day plan for four days now. Hopefully I'll see some progress as the weekend progresses...if I don't go wild with the food, that is. Mark's coming in tonight and my grandmother is staying with my aunt for the next 7 days, so there will be lots of food to be had by all. Not good.
And this morning I had 2 breakfast tacos from Taco Cabana...damn, Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1063028514209899272003-09-08T08:41:00.000-05:002003-09-08T08:47:06.993-05:00Yesterday I was feeling a little apprehensive about my first night alone (without my dear husband), so my aunt invited me over for dinner. When I got back, around 9:30 p.m., I turned the key in the lock, dreading the emptiness - especially since my sister Steph had been visiting for the past three days and she was gone too and the apartment had gone from crazy busy to practically dead. But my Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1062599200325262142003-09-03T09:26:00.000-05:002003-09-03T09:26:41.710-05:00My eating has not been all that good over the past weekend - what with Labor Day barbecues and stuff - but I'm back on track this week. For breakfast yesterday I ate only a granola bar and an apple...and a sandwich for lunch. Dinner was a little more caloric (chicken parmesan) but it didn't wreck me, especially considering I walked for almost an hour (about 4 miles total) with coworkers on Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1062187985123653172003-08-29T15:13:00.000-05:002003-08-29T15:13:05.143-05:00On Wednesday I had a consultation with a Jenny Craig advisor. I was doing a mystery shop and I had to pose as someone who was interested in losing weight through their program. Guess what I found out while I was there?
I actually weigh 6 pounds more than I thought I did.
Well, this really put me in a foul mood for the remainder of the day. Here I am thinking I weigh 130 and the truth is that Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1062007366249077432003-08-27T13:02:00.000-05:002003-08-27T13:02:46.160-05:00Well, I have finally broken the 130-lb mark. Want to know how I did it? I starved. Yep, starved. But not deliberately. I’ve been going through a lot of stress at home, since Mark just took a job in Dallas and we’ll have to live apart, at least for a few months. I have been sitting here trying to figure out who visits who when, if my job will let me telecommute from Dallas, whether we can get out Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1061403992984472792003-08-20T13:26:00.000-05:002003-08-20T13:26:32.990-05:00I'm proud of myself. I'm eating raisins for an afternoon snack, instead of the baklava I was munching on yesterday.
I also want to post a link to my new blog. It's not going to replace this one at all. I'm going to post longer entries here every few days and hopefully do the day-to-day diet-related stuff over there - how long I exercised, what I ate, how I feel, that kind of exciting stuff. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1061403101327989452003-08-20T13:11:00.000-05:002003-08-20T13:11:41.330-05:00Just got finished working out & showering in the company "gym." Damn, I feel good. I feel thin. And that's not something that happens every day.
I did 30 minutes on the treadmill and did some tricep and bicep exercises before going to shower. Showering at the gym is a whole new thing for me. I usually go work out right after work and then haul my dirty ass home to rinse off the grime. But this Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1061388779980317762003-08-20T09:12:00.000-05:002003-08-20T09:12:59.980-05:00I think I'm on the road to better exercise habits. My company recently installed a gym in our new building, so it's easier than ever to just go downstairs and start working out. I really have no excuse now. I went down there Monday and Tuesday so I'm doing pretty good. The facility kinda sucks, though, when you compare it to Gold's - there's two treadmills, an elliptical trainer, a bike, and two Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1060618723509433112003-08-11T11:18:00.000-05:002003-08-11T11:21:21.250-05:00I am not usually a "do-gooder" type of person. I am nice to people and at Christmas I buy presents for a needy kid, but that's about it. So I was surprised when I found myself hankering to do a good deed last night. I made an extra lunch and packed it all up real nice in a Target bag to give to a homeless person (they're on every busy street corner around here). It had a peanut butter sandwich, Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1060271018269585242003-08-07T10:43:00.000-05:002003-08-07T10:43:40.856-05:00Lots has been going on in the Jen household. Like major lifestyle changes. Mark is getting ready to interview for jobs in the chemical engineering field. For months he has bellyached over not having a job, still being a student, bla bla bla. So now he has an actual interview. I came in to talk to him when he was on the computer one day, and he announced that he wants to major in history instead. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1060096431635056392003-08-05T10:13:00.000-05:002003-08-05T10:13:51.626-05:00testingJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1059515708033815682003-07-29T16:55:00.000-05:002003-07-29T16:55:08.013-05:00Boredom=blogging. I’m writing this right now because I have no connection to the Internet on my work computer. We just moved to a new building and this is my first day in my new office. I was sick yesterday with a cold or flu or something awful, and I just discovered my computer problems today, which means I’ve got to wait probably the whole day for the computer guys to finally come and set me upJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1059057359121631322003-07-24T09:35:00.000-05:002003-07-24T09:37:08.720-05:00My left thigh hurts really bad today. I believe it's partially due to lugging my surprisingly heavy laptop all over creation earlier this week. Not only did I have to take it from my office to my hotel, I had to drag it upstairs to my apartment when I got back because I was too lazy to take it upstairs to my office upon my return. So, of course, I had to take it back downstairs later and then Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1058970797674833192003-07-23T09:33:00.000-05:002003-07-23T09:33:17.620-05:00Back from the business trip and I'm drained. I got about 7 hours of sleep last night but I'm still tired. All that driving really takes it out of you. Especially since my lovely husband refused to help with the driving. "It's a company car," he said of the big-ass Mercury Grand Marquis we were driving. "I don't think it's a good idea." So I drove the whole four hours there and four hours back.
Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1058799749544398662003-07-21T10:02:00.000-05:002003-07-21T10:02:29.533-05:00I have to go out of town today for business. It's just for one day, but I am totally not looking forward to it. Business travel sucks, especially when you're going to a tiny town in the DFW area...not close enough to enjoy the good restaurants and shopping in the big city, though. It also means hell for my diet, since I usually end up eating out at some godawful high-calorie restaurant. And Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1058455146791430522003-07-17T10:19:00.000-05:002003-07-17T10:19:06.766-05:00All is well with me, and maybe that's why I haven't written lately. When my life is going great I just like to sit back and enjoy it all, and somehow blogging doesn't fit into the whole scheme of things. Sorry.
This week I have been a very good girl, exercise-wise. I worked out Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and I fully plan to sneak out during lunch and work out for my requisite 40 minutes Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1057849911856830592003-07-10T10:11:00.000-05:002003-07-10T10:11:51.836-05:00So today is D-Day. Root Canal Day. Possibly. And frankly, I'm a little nervous. Fillings unnerve me as it is, so the thought of someone cleaning out the inside of my tooth with a metal file really freaks me out. But the upside is that the tooth actually aches today, for the first time in a while. If it didn't hurt at all I'd be tempted to cancel the appointment. But anyway...
Today I'm going to Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1057453639925278462003-07-05T20:07:00.000-05:002003-07-05T20:07:19.910-05:00Tell me I don't rock when it comes to shopping. Just tell me. Here are my steals for the weekend:
Bath & Body Works:
1 Toasted Hazelnut Shower Gel
1 Honeyed Almond Creamy Shower Gel
1 Red Currant Body Lotion
1 Aromatherapy Chamomile Neroli Body Lotion
1 Foot Scrubby Pumice/Foot Brush Thingy
1 White Ginger & Amber Body Lotion
GRAND TOTAL: $19.49 (Granted, I did have a $10-off coupon, and all ofJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1057265387898150352003-07-03T15:49:00.000-05:002003-07-03T15:49:47.850-05:00Damn it. I was planning on going home right about now, because I thought my boss had headed out for the day. I was thisclose to shutting down my PC and walking the hell out of here when he walked back in. Damn damn damn. Looks like I will be here until 4 at least. Which isn't so bad, but then again it could be 5. I really want to get out early and beat most of the Mopac traffic.
This weekend I'mJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1057082227515875462003-07-01T12:57:00.000-05:002003-07-01T12:57:07.496-05:00Why is Blogger acting so freaky?Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1057081017189618052003-07-01T12:36:00.000-05:002003-07-01T12:36:57.180-05:00I'm back on the horse. I will be going to kundalini yoga tonight. I might as well - I think there are only two sessions left or something, anyway. Then after that we are going to get groceries and pick up something for dinner. I need to figure out what we're going to make this week - we usually make a menu for the next 7 days and buy our groceries accordingly. I just found a neat recipe book Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1056992136446288312003-06-30T11:55:00.000-05:002003-06-30T11:55:36.290-05:00This weekend was good. We did a lot more stuff than normal. On Friday we went to my friend's birthday celebration at Saba. It was a pretty cool place and we went at happy hour, which made all drinks half-price. (Otherwise, Mark's Guinness would have been $7 - ack!). Then we went home and watched Punch-Drunk Love, which was, err, interesting. Then on Saturday we went to a Round Rock Express Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1056749295002048352003-06-27T16:28:00.000-05:002003-06-27T16:29:24.930-05:00I can't stand car freaks. You know the people I'm talking about. The people that worship their cars and devote half of their waking hours to keep them free of dust, dirt and dings.
One such freak is a guy who lives in my apartment complex. I'm not sure if he's in my building. Anyway, this guy has a red Toyota somethingorother sportscar. It's really not attractive to me, as far as red sportscars Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1056731919935785922003-06-27T11:38:00.000-05:002003-06-27T11:44:57.476-05:00Okay, so I didn't go to yoga last night. Mark wanted to watch the DVD we got from Netflix, and the class doesn't end until 9:30 p.m., so we compromised by going to the gym around 7:30 and exercising for 40 minutes. (Actually, I exercised for 45 minutes - Mark got off the treadmill after 40 but I stayed on the elliptical an extra 5 while he fumed. Oh well...sometimes 5 minutes can make all the Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-1056641762585719322003-06-26T10:36:00.000-05:002003-06-26T10:36:02.466-05:00No working out occurred Wednesday night. We had to pick my car up at the mechanic's ($1100 by the way) and I was pretty drunk when Mark came to get me, because I'd done a couple of shots at a nearby bar with a coworker for her birthday. (I know, I'm bad. Sue me.) So we had to hang around town for a while until the booze wore off, and by that time everyone was too tired to work out. So we didn't.
Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-960168702003-06-25T09:40:00.000-05:002003-06-25T09:41:21.000-05:00I skipped the kundalini last night and I don't feel a bit bad about it. Mark and I whooped it up at the gym, on the treadmill and elliptical, and we were good and sweaty and tired afterward. I love that feeling. Tonight we'll probably go back and do more of the same. Then on Thursday it's real, physical yoga - not some kind of spiritual mind exercise.
I feel honored that Heather is still readingJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-959939592003-06-24T16:23:00.000-05:002003-06-24T16:24:14.000-05:00And now...just because I feel like reposting it:
Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-959935502003-06-24T16:07:00.000-05:002003-06-24T16:07:16.100-05:00I've decided to skip the kundalini yoga for tonight. I feel bad missing it, especially since I've already paid for it, but I just can't take it anymore. It feels like I'm wasting my time. I get no real exercise from it, and that's the main reason I signed up for it...to expand my strength, flexibility and yoga experience.
Now I'm sure that if I really tried and believed, kundalini could open up Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-959450852003-06-23T08:52:00.000-05:002003-06-23T08:55:48.000-05:00Don't you hate it when people shut down their blogs for no other reason than to attract attention and make their readers send tearful e-mails? Like "Don't go! We love you! Your blog gives me a reason to live!" Blah blah blah.
I'm speaking of this chick, who has made big dramatic "I'm leaving" announcements oh, about a million times, and the latest one came today. I initially found her page Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-958343642003-06-19T12:44:00.000-05:002003-06-19T12:44:02.006-05:00Update - since the pain only occurs when I'm drinking hot or cold liquids, the dentist was hesitant to recommend a root canal right now. But she did say that I should be watchful and if it gets worse, to call and she'd set up an appointment for a specialist to do the procedure. Yuck. I hope it does get better.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-958287742003-06-19T09:56:00.000-05:002003-06-19T09:56:32.000-05:00I'm going to the dentist in a few minutes. I had a tooth filled a few weeks ago and ever since then it's been sensitive, to vary degrees, when exposed to hot or cold. I talked to my mom last night about it and she said I may have to get a root canal. I am scared to death. I'm a big enough baby already about just plain old fillings. But a root canal? I think I'm gonna freak out.
Here's to hoping Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-957578972003-06-17T11:25:00.000-05:002003-06-17T11:25:24.896-05:00Mark and I went to Alabama this weekend. Well, actually we left on Thursday evening, after a daylong runaround with our local mechanic. We brought Mark's car in Wednesday just so they could check it and tighten the belts and do everything to prepare it for the long road trip. They said it would be ready by Thursday at noon. Noon came and went. I called the mechanic. "Well, we've been backed up, Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-955518292003-06-11T10:23:00.000-05:002003-06-11T10:23:44.740-05:00Kundalini yoga was, sadly, a disappointment. I went in with my towel and yoga mat, all ready to sweat and challenge my muscles. But it totally wasn't physical at all. Instead of doing the downward dog, we chanted. Instead of doing the tabletop pose, we sang. It was more of a hippie-dippie spiritual thing, which was actually cool. Just not what I was expecting.
Oh well, it's a really good way to Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-955226272003-06-10T16:33:00.000-05:002003-06-10T16:33:04.493-05:00Tonight is kundalini yoga, baby. I'm nervous. Again. What if I fall down or break my neck doing some weird kundalinish things? Oh well, I paid $60 for the damn class, can't back out now.
I kicked ass yesterday at the gym, partly because Mark wasn't there whining about how long I stayed. I did 50 minutes of cardio; I had been doing 45 when Mark was with me, and this makes a little bit of Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-953295292003-06-05T10:06:00.000-05:002003-06-05T10:06:49.566-05:00Summer has definitely arrived in Texas. It's as hot as an oven around here most days. Today it's really rainy and crappy, but at least it's fairly cool and my pretty purple petunias aren't wilting in the heat. On a normal day I'd have to water my plants twice so they don't shrivel up and die.
Mark has started to work out with me most days, and I like it, but I don't like it. On the one hand Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-949979012003-05-28T12:47:00.000-05:002003-05-28T12:47:11.103-05:00Hi! It's your long-lost diet blogger checking in. Things are going ok, I'm still working out five days a week or so. I didn't work out at all during the 3-day weekend (Saturday, Sunday or Monday) - bad me. But I did manage to get there yesterday (with Mark, who's working out again - yay!) and do 45 minutes of cardio. I've started using the elliptical trainer now, in addition to the bike and Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-944532602003-05-16T10:17:00.000-05:002003-05-16T10:17:56.210-05:00Mark isn't improving. In fact, he's only gotten more worried as the hours have gone by. Last night he got worried because he took a bite of salad and it was spicier than the other bites. He's convinced that a tiny bit of chemical he got on his shirt at work fell into the salad - oh yeah, and into the Brita filter we keep in the fridge. Mind you, this is after he's taken his shirt off once, put itJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-944083862003-05-15T15:12:00.000-05:002003-05-15T15:12:36.426-05:00Hello! Things are going fine here at Casa Jen. Weight loss is happening, but only a little at a time - I'm still about 13-14 pounds from where I want to be (115). Over the past few weeks, I've made some modifications to my diet and been very careful to watch portion size - like the other night we had baked pork chops. Instead of denying myself the pork chops and just munching on salad, I had one Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-942206682003-05-12T14:44:00.000-05:002003-05-12T14:44:11.596-05:00OK, I can't keep quiet any longer. I know this is a diet journal, but as a journalist I feel compelled to throw in my 2 cents about the whole Jayson Blair flap. It really makes me mad, partly because this guy threw away an opportunity that few 27-year-old journalists get. It's also appalling because The New York Times is supposed to be this bastion of truth and accuracy, and it turns out that Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-939027702003-05-06T21:51:00.000-05:002003-05-06T21:51:38.980-05:00I want some new underwear. The eight or so VS briefs/bikinis that I have are holding up pretty well, but I'd like some new ones. The only problem? I'm cheap. So you can imagine how excited I was when a girl on one of the Internet communities I frequent asked me to be part of a panty exchange.
I know, I know, it sounds like some kind of weirdo function where we all get together and swap the Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-938610522003-05-06T08:38:00.000-05:002003-05-06T08:38:42.130-05:00OK, so the sting of falling in yoga class has kind of subsided...so I'll talk about it a little. I honestly don't know how it happened. One minute I was in position, the next I was tipping forward, and before I knew it I was face down on the floor. I played it off real calm though, just standing up and saying "excuse me" - I did kind of disrupt the class - before going back to the position. But Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-936757732003-05-02T17:19:00.000-05:002003-05-02T17:19:58.940-05:00I fell. Flat on my face. In yoga class. Everyone looked. When I get a little less embarrassed I might talk about it.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-936154992003-05-01T15:49:00.000-05:002003-05-01T15:49:48.676-05:00Oh, yoga night. I do love yoga night so. When I started out, it was just another form of exercise, something different to do, something to give me a break from pounding on the treadmill. But now I think of it as playtime, with an added fitness benefit. Plus I've moved past the point of just simply trying to learn the exercises and now I can actually do some thinking while I'm practicing - it's Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-935308312003-04-30T09:02:00.000-05:002003-04-30T09:02:01.800-05:00OK, spank me. I know I haven't written much, but honestly, there's not much to write. I've been hanging around at 130 for the past few months and I know it's because I can't get my eating under control. I was starving this morning so I had a Pop-Tart for breakfast. And last weekend Mark convinced me to go to Pizza Hut so we ate there. Very, very scary stuff.
I signed up for a Kundalini Yoga Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-932613892003-04-25T15:51:00.000-05:002003-04-25T15:51:09.473-05:00SO...Things are going well for me over here. Tonight I'm going to have a beer with a friend and I might work out. But most likely tonight will be my night off and then I'll go work out Saturday, when it's not so freaking crowded. Sorry to everyone who reads this journal; I've really been neglecting it. Mark and I just have a lot on our minds right now, what with him not having a job this summer (Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-930493802003-04-22T10:03:00.000-05:002003-04-22T10:03:36.196-05:00Usually I try to keep this journal focused on fitness and weight loss. But I was doing some random 'Net surfing today and I came across this story about apartment living in Moscow. The story was written in 1997, but I don't imagine that much has changed in Russian housing since then.
Take a look!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-930452612003-04-22T08:47:00.000-05:002003-04-22T08:47:56.073-05:00Last night I was dreading going to the gym - Mondays are nuts and I didn't want to do yoga - so I went walking in the park with Mark. It wasn't the most strenuous activity I could have done, but it was something, which is a lot better than sitting on my ass and watching American Idol (or whatever piece-of-crap show happens to be on at that time). Tonight, though, I'm going to the gym. I swear. I Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-929991242003-04-21T14:40:00.000-05:002003-04-21T14:40:22.233-05:00I know I'm being very neglectful of my journal. But the simple truth of the matter is that there hasn't really been anything interesting to talk about. I've been watching what I eat. Tonight I'm going to work out. And so it goes. And I could also argue that I'm just trying to keep up with my peers, as both Lori and Elisia seem to have gone AWOL on their journals as well. I think it's spring feverJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-926521572003-04-15T09:44:00.000-05:002003-04-15T09:44:52.233-05:00I really have no excuse for not writing yesterday, other than the fact that I was damn tired and slightly busy at work.
Mark's grandmother has been buried. We didn't go home for the funeral. Come to find out, his grandfather had really wanted him there, and offered to pay for a plane ticket home. I wonder if he still would have wanted to once he found out just how expensive a last-minute fare Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-924358112003-04-11T11:23:00.000-05:002003-04-11T11:23:47.216-05:00So sad. Mark's grandmother died yesterday morning. She had been ill with cancer for the past 7 months. Originally, they had told her that she would be dead by Christmas. She held on for a long time past that, and she was in pretty bad condition, from what I've been told. She had been semi-comatose for about a week and a half, and yesterday morning she just stopped breathing. It was quiet and Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-923127302003-04-09T15:28:00.000-05:002003-04-09T16:32:43.000-05:00I think I may take tonight off from working out. Yesterday, as I was pounding along on the treadmill, I really felt some strain in my muscles and in my right foot - the way I used to feel back in Tuscaloosa, when I ran with my friend Tom on the hard-ass concrete sidewalks. After a few weeks of doing that my joints were so aggravated that I felt like a senior citizen. So now it's only dirt tracks,Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-922218312003-04-08T09:16:00.000-05:002003-04-08T09:16:48.543-05:00I can't believe that I actually want to go to this. I feel about 65 years old.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-921474342003-04-07T08:34:00.000-05:002003-04-07T08:34:44.356-05:00So I broke down and got the Clinique gift from Dillard's. The temptation was just too great, so I toodled down there on Saturday and bought an eyeliner and lipliner. I've never owned Clinique before and it seems cool. The gift is nice too: some kind of face cream, some face wash, a cool colored gloss in a little tubey thing, a blush, a vial of Happy and a lipstick, all in a bright pink bag. ScoreJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-919918522003-04-04T11:10:00.000-06:002003-04-04T11:10:09.763-06:00I made up for the chocolate eclair I ate yesterday afternoon by working out for a looong time last night. I got to the gym around 8 p.m. and did 20 minutes of cardio before doing the hour-long yoga session. Yeah, yeah, I know 90 minutes isn't a lot by some standards, but I felt good, since my workouts are usually 40 minutes, max. Today I'm back to the regular treadmill/bike routine, but I'm goingJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-919276142003-04-03T12:19:00.000-06:002003-04-03T12:19:21.560-06:00Sorry for the humongous pictures down there. I tried to post them smaller, but they came out blurry. I don't know what happened. Argh. And I don't have Photoshop so I can't reduce them. But anyway...
Last night at the gym was good. It was the first time this week I've worked out solo, which was kind of nice. I cut it to 30 minutes because I thought my body needed some rest...whenever I work out Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-918774582003-04-02T18:23:00.000-06:002003-04-02T18:39:05.000-06:00Sorry, just had to share more...
Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-918504512003-04-02T10:19:00.000-06:002003-04-02T10:19:00.560-06:00It's sad how weddings can break apart personal relationships. Last night I was talking to my mom and she said that she thinks my dad is mad at my uncle (his brother) because he didn't come to my wedding. Apparently my father has gone to a lot of important events in his brother's children's (my cousins') lives and he feels his brother has slighted him. Particularly because my uncle originally Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-917936962003-04-01T15:05:00.000-06:002003-04-01T15:06:13.000-06:00Check out this site. It's funny.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-917807882003-04-01T10:57:00.000-06:002003-04-01T12:51:21.000-06:00Today I'm sending one of my wedding pictures to my hometown newspaper so they can print it up and show all those good-for-nothin's in Alabama how happy I am now. Seriously, when I think about going back to Mobile I get chills up my back. Mark was talking about applying for a job down there and I just felt funny. Most of the years I spent on the Gulf Coast were not happy years. What I remember is Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-917243642003-03-31T13:08:00.000-06:002003-03-31T13:08:08.950-06:00There really isn't a lot to say today. I'm at work. I'm working, at least partially. This weekend I ended up working out both Friday and Sunday, which was nice. We kind of shorted ourselves on Sunday b/c we thought we were going to go walking in the park later...but we ended up rearranging the study, so that went out the window. I think we are going to play Frisbee in the park today, so we can Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-915536432003-03-28T10:31:00.000-06:002003-03-28T10:31:15.780-06:00So, yoga last night was amazing. I was very nervous on the drive over to the gym, because I haven't darkened the doorway of a yoga studio in more than 3 weeks and I assumed I'd be as inflexible as the day I had my first class. But once we began and got into it...wow. I guess your muscles just have some kind of "memory," because I had no problem whatsoever doing the poses. My only difficulty came Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-914871522003-03-27T10:26:00.000-06:002003-03-27T10:26:18.840-06:00Wow. Did I really not post for two days straight? How unlike me. But it's not as if anyone reads this or anything, so I think I'm in the clear.
I really should have written yesterday, because I would have been writing with my ass in a pair of size 8 pants. Yes, I wore lightweight, relaxed-fit, cropped-length Ann Taylor size 8 pants that I haven't been able to wear since oh, about 2 springs ago. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-912897942003-03-24T11:41:00.000-06:002003-03-24T11:41:17.780-06:00Nothing much to report today...I'm gonna put up some more pictures tonight after I can get a hold of my mom's AOL account. I'm stealing her image hosting, haha. In case you are wondering, the cute little baby being pulled up by her arms is my niece Claudia, and the woman is my sis Steph. This weekend was good, except for the fact that we ate pizza two nights in a row. I tried to restrain myself Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-912161862003-03-23T01:29:00.000-06:002003-03-23T01:33:03.000-06:00Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-911613682003-03-21T21:36:00.000-06:002003-03-21T21:38:31.000-06:00
See, I told you I'd have 'em up soon. More to come.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-911468892003-03-21T15:43:00.000-06:002003-03-21T15:43:44.780-06:00Over the past few days I've been picking up my copy of The Complete Tightwad Gazette and coming up with some really good ideas to save money. It's not like we're hurting or anything - we can buy pretty much whatever we want - but we did get set back some due to the wedding, and I'd like to grow a bigger cushion since our lease is up May 31 and we're probably going to hire movers to lug our stuff Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-910738582003-03-20T12:59:00.000-06:002003-03-20T12:59:51.920-06:00Wow. I'm sure some of you have been wondering if someone else has taken over this journal. Wedding stuff one day, war talk the next. I apologize to anyone who has been coming here to read about diet and fitness.
As you might imagine, my weight loss has stagnated somewhat due to the fact that I hardly exercised the week before and the week of my wedding. But I'm getting back on track and I feel Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-910640182003-03-20T09:56:00.000-06:002003-03-20T09:56:06.513-06:00Last night we hurried home from the gym so we could be near a TV when Saddam Hussein's deadline was up. Sure enough, about halfway through dinner came the opening salvos, the garbled phone calls from CNN reporters, saying that bombs were starting to fall over Baghdad. Sitting silently over my pork chop, I started to get that feeling in my stomach. The feeling that I got on September 11, as I Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-909953602003-03-19T09:39:00.000-06:002003-03-19T13:40:24.000-06:00March 8: The Day of the Wedding
Having washed my hair the night before, I bounded out of bed at 6:15 a.m. on the dot and began getting stuff together to take to the church. Our first appointment was at 7:45 a.m. with Kelly, a stylist across town that had been recommended to me. She would be doing my hair as well as Stephanie's and Katherine's. Katherine and I stumbled to the salon with bleary Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-908722232003-03-17T13:55:00.000-06:002003-03-17T13:55:50.670-06:00We interrupt this retelling of Jen's wedding for a brief movie review...of The Ring. Let me tell you, that movie scared the bejeezus out of me. And I'm not normally one to go hiding during a scary movie. Basically, it's about this eerie videotape, and whoever watches it dies in exactly seven days. Yeah, I know, it sounds stupid, death by VHS. But it really was scary, mostly because it puts a Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-908578042003-03-17T09:24:00.000-06:002003-03-17T09:24:14.216-06:00March 7: The Day Before the Wedding
Anyone who's ever said that they were really busy on a particular day obviously didn't know about the day before my wedding. I did so much crap that day that my legs should have run themselves right out of my hip sockets. I woke up around 7 a.m. that day and packed for San Antonio, throwing casual clothes, dressy clothes and everything else into my suitcase. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-907808622003-03-15T17:20:00.000-06:002003-03-15T17:20:52.560-06:00It's me, the famous disappearing bride-to-be. The wedding was fantastic; I just dropped the pictures off at the developer's yesterday and they should be ready tomorrow - I'll post them ASAP for everyone to see. Nothing BIG went wrong on The Big Day...I paid for an 18-rose bouquet but only got 12, and my food at the reception wasn't all that great...but nobody failed to show, nothing went wrong Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-902878232003-03-07T00:45:00.000-06:002003-03-07T00:45:29.856-06:00This blog is on hold until after my wedding on Saturday. See you then.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-902458642003-03-06T10:52:00.000-06:002003-03-06T10:52:07.106-06:00I just found out that my best friend, Garrett, is flying home to Alabama again for Easter next month. This makes me very mad. Here he is telling me that he doesn't have the money to come see my wedding, yet he had the money to fly to Alabama for Mardi Gras last month...and now here he is going BACK to Alabama less than two months later. Grr. I don't think I am going to ever call him again.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-902454452003-03-06T10:44:00.000-06:002003-03-06T10:44:18.280-06:00Okay, breathing easier now...I got a lot of stuff done last night. I'm almost done with the guest favors, and I decorated my pew bows. However, I have decided to add flowers to the bows and to have more bows while I'm at it. So I need to go to Michaels tonight and get stuff to dress up the bows. I also need to put elastic on the bows, but i'm not going to do that until the rehearsal dinner Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705692.post-901812722003-03-05T10:06:00.000-06:002003-03-05T10:06:53.653-06:00Exercise? Ha. I'm lucky if I get to sit down this week. Last night I went home at 5 p.m. and then headed back out to get some stuff done. I went to Michaels and got the pew bows (kinda plain, but I'm dressing 'em up tonight), then went to Target and bought a cake server and candy for the guest favors (after dinner mints), then went to the fabric store and bought elastic to attach to the back of Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18340836922092496053noreply@blogger.com