tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52780352897739438772024-03-05T17:40:50.518-08:00Inside Hern's HeadHernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-71876740472068474212014-02-05T16:51:00.001-08:002014-02-05T16:51:40.374-08:00Guess Jeans.....meant I guess I'm not that coolMost people know that I'm not that big on clothes. My co-workers can name all of the colors of my rotating 6 shirts. My friends tease me about my "lesbian" boots, but I love them. I hate shopping for clothes and I hate trying them on even more. If I could wear a uniform to work, I would do it in a heart beat. I still have clothes hanging in my closet from high school (14 years ago) and I still wear them. If I find something I like then I try to get it in every color just to keep from trying on more clothes. And I blame all of this on Guess jeans in sixth grade. <br />
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Guess jeans were the shit in the nineties. I don't remember what else was popular during that time, but I know Guess jeans were important. In sixth grade I wanted Guess jeans so badly. I had struggled the prior two years trying to make friends at a new school. Those Guess jeans were my in to the popular crowd....or so I thought. I begged my mom to buy me a pair, which were probably around $50. As a child with five siblings I imagine that was a crazy price for a pair of pants. I would find it difficult to pay $50 for a pair of jeans now, as an adult. But she got them for me. I remember them very clearly. They were a light blue jean color, with zips on the sides of the ankles. And on the right left back pocket was that status symbol I wanted. That little triangle of hopes and dreams. Those jeans fit like a glove. I loved them and I'm sure I was beaming sunshine as I walked into my classroom that morning. One of the popular girls noticed right away. She asked, "New jeans?" but not in the way a friend would, in a Regina from Mean Girls bitchy way. But that didn't knock me down. I replied happily, "Yes, they are! Do you like them?" That was a mistake. Asking her if she liked them? What was I thinking? The Guess jean serotonin chemicals flowing through my brain just could not be stopped. The next thing she said changed my outlook on clothes. "You probably sewed that Guess tag on a cheap pair of jeans just so you could have a pair." Wow. That may not sound that harsh now, but boy did it sting as a 12 year old girl. It was at that point I realized I couldn't win and that I didn't even want to play the game. I don't remember what I said to her. Probably something sarcastic. I just know I don't think I ever wore those jeans again. <br />
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And I'm pretty sure the next time I went shopping after that I picked out boy's shirts and track pants. That's probably why I love my track pants so much now. Perhaps one day I will find the love of clothes shopping like most women feel. I don't know how to end this. It seems like a really sad story. So here's a picture of the guess jeans I found on the internet and a picture of me from 7th grade to show how little I cared after that....<br />
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<br />Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-87886750926809581292014-02-01T16:13:00.000-08:002014-02-01T16:13:41.362-08:00Kindergarten genius (in first grade)If you are fortunate enough to know my mom, you know that she is notoriously late to everything. (She will be quick to blame my dad or my siblings or the traffic or the weather, but when it comes down to it she is the common denominator in tardiness) Sorry Mom, you know we love you.<br />
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In first grade I was supposed to go on a field trip somewhere downtown. Probably a museum. When you are six years old, a 30-40 minute trip downtown seems like an eternity. And in no way could you travel such a distance and catch up with your classmates if you missed the field trip bus. So on this day, we (myself, my older brother, and my mom) were running late, as usual. I think we were late to school so often, that until I started riding the bus in 4th grade, I thought going to the office to get a slip of paper was just part of my day. <br />
We were probably only 10 or 15 minutes late but the field trip bus had already left. The decision was made to just let me sit in the kindergarten class until my class returned later that afternoon. I went to Mrs. Haymaker's class and took a seat in the circle of kids on the floor. We started doing numbers and colors, pasting and cutting, and I thought I was a GENIUS. I knew ALL of that stuff. I could color inside the lines with ease. This was AWESOME. I started thinking of other ways I could return to kindergarten on various days so that I could show everyone how smart I was. I was in super "I'm a pretty kitty" mode. Then, disaster struck. They came down and pulled me out of the class. My parents had decided they would drive me to meet up with the field trip. My genius streak was over. And now I had to go on this 14 hour trip to downtown. <br />
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I did get to experience the euphoria of feeling like a genius again in 8th grade. I had been absent and had to go make up a math test during my study hall. Since I am such an awesome multi-tasker I was able to absorb the lesson being taught while simultaneously taking my test. When I went to my math class later on I knew how to get the answers before the student teacher could get through the lesson. And he too, thought I was a genius. <br />
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Now I will leave you with this picture of me from first grade. You're welcome. <br />
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<br />Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-62517207891185507732014-01-27T18:12:00.000-08:002014-01-27T18:12:12.284-08:00I'm back, and I've brought my childhood with me....I either have a great memory or I am fantastic at using my imagination when it comes to memories of my childhood. Many of them are vivid memories, like old episodes of Full House. Over the past few years I have found that these stories, although sometimes sad or awkward, are hilarious to my friends. I've decided it's time to bring this blog back, and let all of you know what is inside Hern's head, the childhood years (wonder years was already taken). I've made a list and will pick one memory (in no particular order) from my list to blog about every few days (I'm not committing to everyday. I'm tired. I'm doing P90X. I'm 31 now...you can't make me)<br />
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So here it is- Memory # 1 Ghost in 3 men and a baby<br />
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I don't remember how old I was exactly. I know we were still living in town so I was at most 8, but probably more like 6 when this happened. My 2 older brothers were watching me while my mom went to pick up my dad from work. We were watching 3 men and a Baby on VHS. There is a scene in the movie where there appears to be a boy standing behind one of the curtains. Now, I will let you in on a little secret. I hate scary movies. The Blair Witch Project gave me nightmares. I keep my cabinets shut as much as possible because of Paranormal Activity. My eight year old asked me to cover up his television because he said his reflection looked like it had black eyes and I straight up agreed with him. And I think I can trace this fear back to that 3 men and a baby scene. <br />
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So, the "legend" went that in this scene was the ghost of boy who died on the set. And we watched it, over and over and over. And then, my brothers decided to pause it on that scene. And then go down to our neighbor's house to see if their copy of the movie had the same thing in it. Apparently I was supposed to follow them? But instead I stood there. Frozen. Staring at the "ghost". For 19 hours. Ok, so it was probably like 2 minutes. <br />
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You can view this scene on you tube or somewhere online. I did read that what you see is actually a cardboard cutout of Ted Danson in a top hat. Damn it, I just googled the movie to make sure I spelled his name right and up popped a picture of the stupid ghost. Well guess I'm not sleeping tonight. Son of a bitch. <br />
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<br />Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-6280899493140593112012-05-24T15:58:00.000-07:002012-05-24T15:58:51.180-07:00Birthday EveIt's finally here. The night before my 30th birthday. I know some of you will have trouble sleeping tonight with the excitement running through your veins as you wait for the sun to rise so that you can finally celebrate the big day. <br />
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Usually, we, meaning the husband and I, leave town during this time of year. It's almost never planned (there was the 1 month planned 2002 trip to Sandusky, Ohio for our first introduction to Cedar Point) and it's usually because we want to avoid the crazies that show up or come out of hiding for the Indy 500. Sorry if you're a crazy. <br />
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I can't say for sure yet if we will or will not be travelling, since we've been known to decide to go somewhere on the day we go. Roller coasters are fun, but as I get older the whole unbalanced equilibrium occurs and most of them end up making me nauseated, which is a very sad thing because I can remember when my parents couldn't ride certain rides because of this reason. And I know understand why people prefer to lay on a beach, margarita in hand. <br />
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So...I'm sure you are all dying to know about the list. I was trying to avoid bringing it up but here it is....<br />
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I completed 8 things on my list at 100%.<br />
I completed another 8 things partially (i.e. the debt payoff came in at around 80% of the goal).<br />
I didn't complete the other 14 things in any way shape or form.<br />
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My excuses:<br />
1. I started this list in October, and I should have started it in May (duh)<br />
2. I accomplished other things that weren't on the list.<br />
3. I'm almost 30 so I don't move as fast as I used to.<br />
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I've been thinking about how I want to spend my 30th year and have gone back and forth between being amazingly productive and beyond belief lazy. I've thought about writing a small book to cover my twenties and calling it "Hern, before the MBA" in which I highlight my struggles with education and life and the people I knew along the way, including a discussion question section for future book clubs. I've thought about writing a 5 year plan, including a contingency plan if the world does indeed end this December. I've thought about doing P90x and how all people will see me as a mermaid if I follow through with it. <br />
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I've done a good deal of thinking, which is normal since I do have my MBA. And I finally came to the conclusion that I will decide what to do with my year as 30 when I wake up on Saturday morning, hung over, no doubt holding onto Marcel's toilet and using Jamie's extra toothbrush, uttering the phrase "One hand on the floor, one hand on the wall" while simultaneously thanking Jenee for not allowing us to eat White Castle the night before. <br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span>Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-25392484746132957962012-02-22T18:35:00.000-08:002012-02-22T18:37:25.184-08:00What happens when blogs are written while intoxicated (BUI: Blogging under the Influence)Ha...so today Jenee updated her blog and I thought to myself, I really need to copy her and update my blog as well....Here is the post I started writing after having a day party for Jamie's birthday and then didn't think I was sober enough to actually post it. I read it and it's not that bad and brought back some laughs:<br />
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<b>A blog post dedicated to my friend Jamie (warning: I may still be a little intoxicated as I write this)</b><br />
Today I woke up at 7 AM (on a SATURDAY) to go meet my friends Jamie, Marcel, and Jenee to do some ZUMBA. At this point I remember driving to Marcel's house and then driving to zumba and then doing zumba. After that we went back to Jenee's and showered (separately) and then left to go have lunch and do a little shopping. We also stopped at the liquor store. And then we went back to Jenee's house. From that point until we left Jenee's to go back to Marcel's the following things happened but I can't really tell you in what order: Shots of tequilla, drinking barbara streisans, watching my drunk kitchen, playing cards, trying to play liar's dice, watching you tube videos, watching Fallon's drunken kitchen videos, making a video about boiling water, getting hit by Jamie with her new shoes, more shots, more Barbara, petting Nora, going to eat frozen yogurt, waiting for Marcel and Jamie to buy more liquor at Marsh, laughing a lot, Jamie giving me my phone that I left at the yogurt shop, somehow getting chocolate all over my shirt...<br />
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That was from January...fun times.Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-69370337695624321772012-02-08T18:53:00.000-08:002012-02-08T18:53:05.335-08:00Hern: over-caffeinated?I got a little off track on posting everyday. In my defense I've been sick on and off for the last two weeks but I'm back now so you can relax.<br />
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For the last three days I've been suffering with a TERRIBLE headache, well more like three separate terrible headaches. On Monday it started around 11 and stuck with me until about 8:30. Tuesday's started about 9:30 and got really bad throughout the day. I ended up going to bed when I got home and sleeping for 12 hours. And today I made it until noon and then got hit again and it has been the worse so far. At 3:30 I called my doctor because of the immense amount of pain throbbing through my veins. I can't really remember what contractions feel like during child birth but I felt like my headache today was worse than those. No amount of over the counter medication was doing anything to appease me. <br />
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I went home and got in the shower, turning the shower head on that spray option of one concentrated stream that usually hurts my skin. I placed my head under it and didn't move. It felt better, but I couldn't stand there forever. I turned the shower into a bath and as my bath water was running the nurse called me back. She said the doctor was renewing my prescription and that I could come by the office and pick it up, they were open until 8pm. I laid in the bath for a little while with my ears under water and that felt better. <br />
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I drove to the doctor's office to pick up my prescription (it's a controlled substance so they couldn't just call it in to the pharmacy). After waiting 15 minutes the doctor finally signed the damn thing and then I went to Walgreens to fill it. After waiting another 15 minutes I got the goods and downed them with some orange juice.<br />
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It took about an hour and a half to feel some relief. It still hurts slightly on the left side of my head but it is about 100 times better. I watched Glee which put me in a better mood and then started doing some research online about headaches.....and as I was doing my research I came to a conclusion. I'm not a stressed out person, my job isn't that stressful, I exercise, I eat pretty well, I'm generally an optimistic person, and I usually eat breakfast. So what does that leave? Caffeine addiction, majorly.<br />
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I think Monster is the cause of my headaches. It fits so perfectly. I don't wake up with headaches. I get them at different times, but almost always at sometime in the morning or early afternoon. I finish drinking my Monster at different times in the morning. Yesterday I finished it before I even got to work. And then I have another in the afternoon sometimes. So now I will test my theory.<br />
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The problem is....one of the side effects of quitting caffeine is headaches. Also - the meds I'm on are buthalibital/aspirin/CAFFEINE....but I'm only supposed to take them for three days. My goal is to go 30 days without caffeine and see how I feel. So for my friends and co-workers, sorry if I'm a bitch for the next 30 days....hopefully it will be the answer. Also, I will be able to cross something else off of my 30 before 30 list.Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-36443599173461050942012-01-18T18:31:00.000-08:002012-01-18T18:31:01.574-08:00Day 17Today I stayed home from work and slept until 3:00, getting some much needed rest. I feel much better now and ready to face the world again. I had some very interesting dreams during my daytime slumber, including one about going to a water park with friends and family and getting a makeover at the water park. When I woke up I was sad that I wasn't at a water park or looking fabulous.Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-18957042990515145652012-01-17T18:30:00.000-08:002012-01-17T18:30:17.936-08:00Days 15 & 16....Day 15: Day 16:<br />
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Yep, that about sums it up. Also, I've been working like crazy the last two days, but I imagine my efficiency may be slightly affected by the cold and/or Nyquil....The pizza tasted better than the the medicine. Here's hoping tomorrow I stop trying to hack up a lung.....it will be Classy Wednesday after all.Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-36534267160958517822012-01-15T18:18:00.000-08:002012-01-15T18:18:16.388-08:00Days 13 & 14I don't feel well so this will be short.<div><br />
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</div><div>woke up with alarm the first time again (WHAT?)</div><div>breakfast and Monster (Yum)</div><div>Zumba at the gym with Marcel, Jenee, and Tracy (fun and 580 calories burnt) [I'll explain who Tracy is later, get off my back]</div><div>1st bank to withdrawal money</div><div>2nd bank to deposit money</div><div>grocery shopping</div><div>cleaned, cleaned, cleaned</div><div>decorate for birthday party</div><div>had birthday party</div><div>kept 3 of Aiden's cousins for the night</div><div>hugged myself for having my tubes tied</div><div>caught a cold at some point</div><div>husband went out and bought nyquil for me</div><div>went to bed at 11, drugged up and stuffy</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Sunday</div><div>made waffles</div><div>ate cereal</div><div>made more waffles (kids eat a lot)</div><div>felt the after effects of zumba </div><div>did laundry</div><div>talked to my mom while Shawn changed the thermostat on my parents' van</div><div>talked to my mom more while she cleaned my kitchen (moms are great)</div><div>Made grilled cheese sandwiches</div><div>Burnt 2 grilled cheese sandwiches</div><div>Made more grilled cheese sandwiches</div><div>donated plasma with Shawn (woo-hoo, money for debt!)</div><div>went and visited Shawn's family</div><div>bought Aiden a cheeseburger</div><div>Smelled Aiden's cheeseburger on the way home</div><div>Wanted a cheeseburger</div><div>Made dinner (BLTs)....actually no lettuce, so BTs</div><div>Updated blog</div><div><br />
</div><div>Later....</div><div>taking more nyquil</div><div>crashing on pillow</div><div><br />
</div><div>Holy shit I did a lot this weekend....back to work tomorrow for a nice break. </div><div><br />
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....and it was at 4:30! On Wednesday afternoon Jenee and Marcel told me they were going to meet at the gym the next morning at 5:30 and that if I didn't show up Jenee would punch me in the face. At 4:30 I turned off my alarm and thought it's waaay to early for me to get up, crap, if I don't Jenee is going to punch me in the face. And I truly believed she would. Therefore, fear made my ass get up. <br />
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At 5:10 I was dressed and fed with 1/2 of a Monster in me as I headed to my car. I got to the gym at 5:30 and Jenee was on a bike. Marcel was not able to make it, but she more than made up for it by going with us at lunch and this morning and after work today. I did my couch to 5K run and then weights for my legs. THEN on lunch the three of us went to the gym again and worked out, and we are quite proud of how awesome we are and hope we still feel the same in February.<br />
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Today was Aiden's 6th birthday and six may not seem that old, but I got to thinking and in 12 years he will be 18. And that led me to think oh 12 years is a pretty long time....until I remembered that I've know my husband for 12 years now and I can still remember the day we met like it was last week. And then I thought about how older people are always saying time flies, and I'm starting to feel that way. That's good and bad....good because that means at the current rate of exercise and better diet we will be hot bitches in no time! Bad for the obvious reasons. <br />
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Marcel and I went to the gym after work today and we both did the couch to 5k. It was bitterly cold today so we deserve a double pat on the back for going. Jenee couldn't go because she was busy getting her face numbed.<br />
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I bought Aiden a Burger King kid's meal for dinner for his birthday and was worried about being tempted to buy something for myself. Marcel helped me conquer this fear by giving my brain a visualization of someone gross and creepy making my food while naked. That killed it for me....until I saw a picture of a "warm, oreo brownie sundae"....assholes. But I prevailed and only purchased the kid's meal.Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-90839112064842696342012-01-11T16:18:00.000-08:002012-01-11T16:18:12.082-08:00Days 8, 9, and 10....Today Jenee came back! Hooray! A lot can happen in a week, and a lot did happen last week that we had to catch Jenee up on. Unfortunately I can't disclose any of that information via this blog at this time, but look for it in my autobiography coming out in 2050. <br />
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Monday I spent the evening watching the Big Bang Theory. I've started with the first season and therefore have some catching up to do. I don't really remember what I did during the day on Monday, other than going to the gym with Marcel at lunch and almost getting t-boned during an impromptu high five celebrating how awesome we are for working out. We're fine, but thanks for your concern.<br />
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Yesterday Marcel forgot her clothes for the gym, and didn't want to work out naked, so we didn't go. Instead we played Jenga and discussed the intricacies of how the Jenga plant operates - such as how many buyers do they have, what kind of quality control do they perform, what raw materials do they purchase....<br />
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After work I went to donate plasma to earn some extra cash for paying off debt. While I was hooked up I started wondering about the gloves they use....mainly how many boxes they have to purchase each month, who their vendor is, if they get a discount, if they have a specific person who purchases the gloves, if they have a purchasing request form they use....and then after about 20 minutes of thinking about these gloves I realized.... I need a vacation.Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-68499261094432494942012-01-08T16:13:00.000-08:002012-01-08T16:13:40.761-08:00Day 7Today I cleaned more and made waffles for breakfast. Shawn and I donated plasma to put extra money towards debt. No exercising since it is Sunday, and according to the spiffy calendar Jenee made me Sunday is my off day....and therefore my new favorite day.<br />
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Today marked 1 week and 1 day of not eating out/fast food/gas station snacks or drinks for me and the hubby. We did decide that after donating we could splurge on 1 Dr. Pepper (savored to the last drop) and 1 M80 Monster. <br />
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To summarize the first week of the year-<br />
-We've paid off 1 credit card and have started working on paying off the next<br />
-We haven't eaten out, including fast food<br />
-No weight lost according to the scale, but I feel better and my pants fit better so I'm counting that as a win<br />
-Completed week 1 of couch to 5K<br />
-so far only 2 purchasing emergencies at work this year....<br />
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Marcel and I didn't go to the gym, as we were both super busy and planned on going after work. I didn't end up leaving until around 3 and by then I needed to go grocery shopping before getting Aiden.<br />
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I didn't work out when I got home either, but I'm still proud of myself (and Marcel) for working out 4/5 days of the work week. I need to go run today and it's not too terribly cold so I won't catch pneumonia or something. <br />
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I spent my Saturday cleaning and watching Doogie Howser, M.D. I must say that Neil Patrick Harris is much better looking as a man than a teenage boy (or maybe it was the 80's haircut).<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I find the Doogie Howser episodes funny because the first season is so focused on him hooking up with girls....I just keep telling Vinnie and Wanda "If only you knew...."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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My husband has discovered that I will get out of bed in the morning if he turns the light on and takes the covers. I feel that one day very soon I will be getting up when the alarm goes off the first time. <br />
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I really wanted a Dr. Pepper today, but I was strong. Can't be giving in on only the fourth day! Did you know that 75% of Americans make new year's resolutions and that 45% of that 75% break their resolution by January 4th? Also, 83% of statistics are made up on the spot. <br />
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My husband got his w-2 today and I started on our taxes, not because we are getting a ton of money back, just because I like doing them....Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-67699370407846769252012-01-04T17:31:00.000-08:002012-01-04T17:31:44.665-08:00Day 3Today was classy Wednesday and I classed it up in a skirt and pantyhose. I also had a shirt on.<br />
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Marcel and I went to the gym on lunch while Jenee was probably still asleep in Cali. (That's short for California) Having someone to talk to while at the gym makes working out go so much faster. Perhaps next time I'm at the gym alone I will strike up a conversation with my treadmill neighbor. Maybe it will be jump rope man. I feel like jump rope man should have a name, and that name should be Randy. <br />
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After lunch I ordered more stuff and received in the stuff that I had ordered yesterday. I know you're probably confused about how my job works, but I hope by explaining these intricacies it will become clearer each day for you. <br />
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It is day 4 of not eating out and no Dr. Pepper. I miss the doctor. He is so delicious. <br />
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In case you didn't get a chance to ask me today, acetone has been ordered and will be here tomorrow morning.<br />
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Here are two delicious doctors:<br />
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Today it was back to work and of course it was bitterly cold. I had a busy day of ordering all of the stuff I wasn't allowed to order last month. I had to face the day without Jenee or Marcel, as they are both slackers and took the day off (not together, thankfully, because I would have felt quite left out if they did that). <br />
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I am proud of myself for eating lunch at my desk and going out into the cold to drive to the gym. The girl at the front desk asked me if I was all alone today because Jenee, Marcel, and I go to this particular location together. I should have burst into tears and shouted "Yes! Rub it in why don't you?" Instead, I told her I was being good while they were off taking vacation days. She gave me the required half laugh you learn in customer service school. <br />
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I did day 2 of Couch to 5K on the treadmill at the gym. Then awkwardly stretched while a man jump roped 2 feet in front of my face. Maybe it was 3 or 4 feet, either way it was CLOSE because I could feel the wind coming off his jump rope swings. I feel like there is a proper word for jump rope swings, but you can google it if you really care that much. <br />
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After lunch I ordered some more stuff. And then a little while after that, more stuff was ordered. Tomorrow I will get to receive the stuff that I ordered today and then on Thursday I will receive in stuff that I have to order tomorrow. And so goes the cycle.....<br />
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Here's a picture of a man jump roping in case you weren't able to visualize it earlier....<br />
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Unfortunately he didn't look like this, nor was he shirtless.Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-350683058383381722012-01-02T20:17:00.000-08:002012-01-02T20:17:28.670-08:00Day 1Today was a success!<br />
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I completed my dvd workout and ran for my first day of couch to 5K, even though it was cold and snowy out. <br />
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I also made $30 by taking the cans in for recycling and by exchanging a robe at Kohl's. The robe had went down in price and I just needed a bigger size. So they returned the first one for $32 and then I purchased the replacement for $15. <br />
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2nd day of not eating out of the new year (I know, it is quite the accomplishment)<br />
No Soda for two days :) (But still addicted to LoCarb Monster for now)<br />
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width="89" />Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-42674258592835920982012-01-01T16:02:00.000-08:002012-01-01T16:02:48.265-08:00New Year's Resolution(s)Like most of the population today I have put my New Year's resolutions into motion. The last resolution I remember seriously following through on was in 2000. It was my senior year of high school, and miraculously the world did not end when 1999 turned over to 2000. My resolution was to stop drinking caffeine. I don't really remember why I made it- probably just to say I made a resolution. My caffeine dry spell lasted all the way into June....until I went to college for a freshman seminar and the Pepsi machine in my dorm got the better of me one lonely Wednesday night.<br />
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</div><div>Now it is 2012 and the world may or may not end this year, but in case it doesn't I'm going to be prepared for an excellent 2013. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I have two resolutions this year- </div><div><br />
</div><div>#1 To become one hot bitch.</div><div><br />
</div><div>#2 To payoff all debt except student loans and the house</div><div><br />
C-r-a-z-y....and I'm still working on my 30 list. It's going to be one hell of a ride! <br />
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I'm going to try my best to blog about this year's journey. Tomorrow starts day 1 of a 2 month plan to get ready for a mini-mini marathon in May :) and the first day of paying off debt (taking the cans in to recycle for cash)<br />
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I don't feel like today's post is very funny, so I will leave you with this:<br />
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GO GO RESOLUTIONS!! </div><div><br />
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</div></div>Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-83852052956716323572011-12-21T18:03:00.000-08:002011-12-21T18:03:57.626-08:00Happy Giftmas!Giftmas is only 2 days away! Giftmas occurs on the fourth Saturday of December, except if that date is the 25th, in which case Giftmas defaults to the third Saturday of December. A palm tree is decorated and brightly colored lights are hung around the house. On Giftmas morning presents are exchanged between family members while tropical music plays in the back ground, leis are worn (along with Hawaiian patterned shirts), and fruity drinks are enjoyed with little umbrellas (alcohol optional, but encouraged!).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">HAPPY GIFTMAS EVERYONE!!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">And Happy Holidays to those who celebrate something else!</span></strong></div><div align="left"></div>Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-52346921091716782922011-12-06T18:28:00.000-08:002011-12-06T18:28:49.543-08:00Mmmm drugs are good, prescription that is....I've never been one to like drugs, prescription, over the counter, or "other"....but I must confess that the prescriptions I'm on now are fantastic. No headaches for a week now and I'm feeling less stressed and clearheaded. <br />
I still haven't managed to get up when the alarm goes off, the first time, and I feel quite defeated by this challenge. It's probably the easiest thing on my 30 list and it has yet to be crossed off. But this is what happens every morning, regardless of when I set my alarm:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And it doesn't matter if it's on vibrate, a crappy song, an annoying beep, or a kick ass song....every morning my sleepy personality trumps my motivation personality. I've even tried cheating on the weekends and setting it for 9...but still the snooze button gets hit. Why not get rid of the snooze button you ask? Well, I've tried that. I used to have it set up to where I didn't have a snooze option and I had to solve 2 math problems to turn the damn thing off. And what did my sleepy personality, who I will now refer to as Sleepy Sandy, do? Wakes up enough to solve the math problems, dismiss the alarm, and reset the alarm for a later time....SERIOUSLY. I have to boot Sleepy Sandy out of my bed. I blame her for me not getting up early enough to work out. She's the reason I'm always in a rush to do everything in the morning, and barely have time to log on to facebook before going to work. Sometimes Sleepy Sandy makes me go to bed early before I shower and she tells me that "Oh yea we will get up early and take a shower in the morning"....and then the morning comes and Sleepy Sandy hits the Snooze and then I have to rush through my shower and then I have to miss out on reading people's posts on facebook about going to bed or getting up. Damn you Sleepy Sandy. Damn you. </div>Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-83566953258800031082011-12-01T16:55:00.000-08:002011-12-01T16:55:42.969-08:00Headaches....life is Amazing without themLast week I had a headache. No big deal right? Pop some pills, drink some water, go about your day. But this particular headache started on Monday, November 21st and lasted until Monday, November 28th. Seven days of head throbbing, pill popping, laying in bed pain. By Wednesday night I was in tears yelling at my pillow to please give me relief. But that damn pillow didn't do ANYTHING. Nor did the numerous amount of times I took various headache medicine. Nothing touched it. On Thanksgiving I'm not sure what pill I took but it gave me a little relief and I was able to make it through family dinner. <br />
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What should a normal person do when they have a headache for several days? Go to the doctor is probably your answer. On Wednesday morning when the husband suggested I go to the doctor my first thought was that it would probably cost $6,000 with that amazing insurance we have.....I was ready to go to the doctor by Wednesday night but my doctor isn't open on Thanksgiving, nor the day after (we should really just make Thanksgiving a 2 day holiday and be done with it). So my plan was to suffer through the weekend and call on Monday. So suffer through the weekend I did. Sleeping mainly. I took a bath on Sunday night and put my head under water which helped. On Monday morning I called the doctor and got in for a same day appointment (apparently they were concerned about a week long headache as well). The doctor had me do some coordination tests (I imagine to make sure I didn't have a tumor [my doctor is very high tech]) and squeezed my head a few times and checked my eyeballs and ears and blood pressure. He said he thinks I have a tension headache and then gave me two prescriptions and told me to get the hell out of there (OK so maybe he didn't say it exactly like that but you get the idea)<br />
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So after the doc I went to Walgreen's to get my scripts (that's street lingo for prescriptions). One pill is for me to take every 6 hours "to break the headache cycle" (doctor quote) and then the other is an anti depressant to take before bed (apparently I'm mentally unbalanced and have been for some time which explains SO much). <br />
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I thought the one I took right away would be magical and the horrible headache would disappear.....so I went back to work (like a dumb ass). In the 3 hours that remained of my day at work I believe I was able to scan 3 documents and place 1 order. It was not good. I left to pick up the child and then went home and laid down and awaited my untimely death. But death did not come. I woke up and fell asleep throughout the evening, getting up to use the bathroom and eat something. I asked the husband to make the pain stop, but he didn't know how. I took my bedtime pills and went to bed. <br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">What a beautiful morning Tuesday was! I woke up without the dreaded headache. I felt like I could do anything! I should have tried juggling or running a marathon or juggling while running a marathon! I went to work and accomplished things! My mind was clear and I could once again alphabetize and balance my checkbook. And this is when I had my epiphany. Before the headache week I felt very blah and non-motivated to do stuff. I went through my days mostly on auto-pilot putting in the necessary time at work, making dinner without any thought, half-ass cleaning the house....But now, with a clear head and the knowledge of how difficult it is to do simple things with a week long headache, I am changing. </span><br />
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So the next time you don't feel like doing some mundane task pretend someone is punching you in the head repeatedly while you try to do it. <br />
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3 days without the headache have come and gone and tomorrow I vow to cross an item off the 30 list....GET UP WHEN THE ALARM GOES OFF, THE FIRST TIME. I know what you're thinking- it's been over a month and you haven't DONE THAT? Geez. See, auto-pilot. But that list is about to become my bitch. Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-35035283805931140642011-10-22T06:19:00.000-07:002011-10-22T06:19:49.644-07:00Check #27 off the list!Last night Shawn (the hubby) and I watched Paranormal Activity 2....in the dark....with NO COVERS!! Afterwards I had to watch something funny to be able to go to sleep and put on a special by Daniel Tosh. I had some wicked dreams and when Shawn left for work this morning at 7:45 I couldn't go back to sleep in the house by myself so I got up...at 7:50...on a Saturday....when I didn't have to. <br />
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But the point is only 29 more to go!! And now I never have to watch another scary movie without covers again!Hernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02586222159694086879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278035289773943877.post-1409882599629968862011-10-21T14:19:00.000-07:002011-10-21T14:19:44.897-07:0031 weeks until I turn 30....time for a classy classic goal list<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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I've never been one to focus on getting older. I still get carded for rated R movies, alcohol, and sex toy stores. Most recently I was mistaken as my younger friend's daughter...from a distance...and that lady was probably on some sort of drug...but still. I blame these people:<br />
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My parents. They are young looking people. Guess how old they are in this picture taken a year ago.....well if you aren't related to me then you probably didn't guess they're in their mid50s. It could just be me though, maybe I think they look the same because I'm just used to seeing them. <br />
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So, like the nerd I am, I calculated how many days and weeks are left until the big 3-0. Fortunately these days there is this handy dandy thing called the internet and it's much faster than counting each day on a calander...<br />
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According to said internet, I have 31 weeks (221 days) until I turn 30. I think a "30 things to accomplish by the time I turn 30 list" is in order. That gives me 1 week to accomplish each item, plus a week for cushion (that's those MBA style math skills in action!)<br />
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Here is my list (in no particular order):<br />
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1. Lose 40lbs.<br />
2. Tone my arms.<br />
3. Write a will.<br />
4. Skydive. (This will be after the writing of the will)<br />
5. Pay off $13,000 in debt.<br />
6. Start my tax preparation business, for reals.<br />
7. Buy Jenee an Awesome t-shirt.<br />
8. Stop drinking caffeine (I'm thinking this will be in week 29 or 30...)<br />
9. Go on a tour at the Syburus.<br />
10. Find out what is made at Flutes, Inc.<br />
11. Go on at least 1 romantic getaway weekend with the hubby.<br />
12. Have my teeth whitened.<br />
13. Read at least 1 book per month.<br />
14. Bungee jump.<br />
15. Clean out the gutters.<br />
16. Turn sunroom into something useful (i.e. office for #6)<br />
17. Get out of bed when the alarm goes off..the first time.<br />
18. Buy a new wardrobe.<br />
19. Go to the zoo with family.<br />
20. Be aggressive, be be agressive.<br />
21. Plan a cruise.<br />
22. Go rock climbing.<br />
23. Paintballing.<br />
24. Be a vegetarian for 1 week.<br />
25. Create an organized recylcling center in our house.<br />
26. Go tanning.<br />
27. Watch a scary movie without covers.<br />
28. Learn to speak and understand Spanish.<br />
29. Participate in classy Wednesdays, every Wednesday. <br />
30. Have a birthday bash with my friends at Howl @ the Moon on my birthday. <br />
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You may be saying, "Hern, some of these goals are not S.M.A.R.T. goals, and since you have your MBA, shouldn't all of your goals be S.M.A.R.T.? <br />
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My answer is no. Some of these are just things I have never accomplished (getting out of bed when the alarm goes off, skydiving, go tanning) and some are just things I need to do but I've been too lazy (buy Jenee an awesome t-shirt, clean out the gutters).<br />
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The focus here is that there are 30 things to do and 31 weeks to do them. You'll notice I didn't put "update blog everyday" or something similar because, well you know I wouldn't be able to cross that off my list. But I will try to keep it updated with my accomplishments, even if it is just a one line blog: Had my teeth whitened. <br />
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I don't know how to end this post, so I will leave you with a picture of a 2 liter.<br />
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So I am a parent. P-a-r-e-n-t....par-ent....pare-nt....now it doesn't even sound like a word. <br />
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I've been a parent for nearly six years now and I'm here to tell you future parents that the up all night, changing diapers, feeding every 3 hours, poop everywhere stage is the easy part. I've been told by non-parents that sometimes my stories scare them into not wanting to have children. I will give you a moment if you haven't had children to stop reading this.....now. <br />
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Okay those of you still with me, great! Being a parent certainly has its ups and downs. You will be able to do things you never thought possible - I realized this the first time my son threw up on me and I calmly sat there instead of what I thought I would do, which is puke right back onto him. I never thought I would touch poop, let alone be washing it out of underwear with my bare hands, unphased. <br />
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Parenting is sneaky. As soon as you think you know what you're doing, your kid moves on to the next phase in life. My kid started kindergarten this year. I thought we were so prepared- he knows his colors, his numbers, his name. He can write and read small words. I thought we were finally ahead of the game! Nope. Since the beginning of the school year he has had to call home twice for getting in trouble and last week he bit someone. Biting? I certainly didn't see that one coming. It is not something I could have prevented- I couldn't have said to him the day it happened, hey by the way don't bite anyone today.<br />
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That's when I realized the easy stuff is behind us. And flashbacks of elementary school came rushing in. And I have nothing to offer....I mean this is what I looked like in elementary school....<br />
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