Another trip to the vet today. I really missed the boat on this one. For the past few weeks, Copper has been limping and holding up his paw occasionally. We noticed it three times and each time it was after he'd been roughhousing with Cami or jumping around. He's got these big fat tumors all over him and one of them lies right up in his "armpit" under that front leg. I assumed he was compensating for moving with that fat tumor in the way and somehow straining his leg. So, each time he'd limp I'd give him half of one of his doggie pain pills and get him fixed up on his bed with an ice pack and lots of babying. Today my husband decided to take him to the vet because he kept limping. Guess what is the cause of his ailments? -- The pad of his paw is all raw and infected between his toes. Wow, I really missed that one. I have seen him licking his paws lately but I checked them and didn't see anything. Oops. Bad Mama. He got a steroid shot and some anti's and lots of apologies from Mama Dog.
I know it's early in the pregnancy, but I have already developed some interesting food aversions. I pretty much don't want any food until something that I finally decide sounds good pops into my head and then I HAVE to have that food right NOW! The past couple of days have been a cheese fest. Or frenzy. I can't get enough cheese-- cream cheese, grilled cheese, Cheez-Its, nachos, cheese sticks, Laughing Cow cheese and saltines-- YUM! Last night I came home and made a frozen pizza and nachos. I picked the toppings off till it was basically a cheese pizza and scarfed down the nachos. I know, I know, you're all wagging a finger at me to eat healthier, but right now I am glad I am eating, period. I will work the healthy stuff in as I get my taste back. And yes, I am taking my vitamins.
The other day I was at the pool and was trying to read a book but I kept getting distracted by two little boys that were having a big time. Their job for the day was to empty the pool. Or try to. One of them had a bucket and he was dumping water onto the pool deck. The other had a big, flat pool toy and he was spreading the water out across the deck after the other dumped it. All of a sudden, the "Water Spreader" came over and asked me if he could borrow my table (the little plastic table that my water bottle was sitting on). I said "ok". He started to haul it over but his mom made him stop. He went back to his work of spreading water. The "Water Dumper" came over to me immediately and said "Next time, you're gonna have to give that up so my friend can use it". I nodded obediently and said "Yes sir". Smirk. Sooo cute.
The funniest thing about being at the pool is the constant battle between kids running around the pool and the moms shouting "No Running!" a million times. What IS it about being at the pool that makes you want to run? Why does everything have to be done SO much FASTER at the pool? "There's my ball! I have to RUN and get it!" And there's always a mom or dad whose been so engrossed in their magazine/novel/cell phone/nap that you think there is no way they are remotely aware of what is going on who suddenly comes alive and screams: NO RUNNING! Which only serves to make the kid downshift into this awkward half-run, half-walk stride. I really don't see the big deal. It's not like the pool deck is made out of ice covered in non-stick cooking spray or something super slick. It's concrete. But my mom was one of those "No Running" protestors and I was one of those kids that just had to HURRY!
All things "Olive" today:
Cheese!
Sleep
The Hunger Games series
xoxo,
Meanie
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Well whaddya know
I love surprises. Ok, who am I kidding, no I don't. I like to control everything. But in this case, I love a surprise! It seems hubby and I are having a baby! Wow! We found out a week ago but the initial appointment with the doc wasn't all good news and was very disappointing. We waited a VERY long week to go back today for another appointment and all turned out OK. We got to see the baby on the ultrasound, and hear the heart beat. I am still trying to let it all sink in.
Wow, I guess you can say I'll do anything to get out of bootcamp!
All thing Olive today:
My wonderful husband.
God's sense of humor
Love and support from my wonderful friends
Wow, I guess you can say I'll do anything to get out of bootcamp!
All thing Olive today:
My wonderful husband.
God's sense of humor
Love and support from my wonderful friends
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Boot Camp is Hard.
About a month ago, my friend "Fanny" and I were simultaneously checking the day's Groupon from our neighboring cubicles. (If you don't know what Groupon is, you are missing out!) That day we found 8 Boot Camp sessions for the low, low price of $36. Hey, let's do it! I had no idea what I was getting into. I did some research (read: Googled) Boot Camp workouts and they looked hard but a quick way to burn a lotta calories. Sign me up. We both registered and last night was our first Boot Camp workout.
Yesterday's high temp was 91 degrees. Boot Camp workouts are all outside. Downtown. In the city. On the concrete. To say it was hot would be a gross understatement. It was a scorcher. We met the rest of the suckers at our designated torture site for the evening, water bottles and towels in hand. Fanny and I arrived about 7 minutes before class time, so that left us 420 agonizing seconds to stand around in the sun and the heat, sweating up a storm, partly from the heat but mostly from anxiety. I wanted to ask everyone "So, did you sign up just because it was cheap on Groupon?" but I restrained myself. We weren't exactly sure what was going to happen to us over the next hour. I don't think either of us spoke in those minutes before class. Fanny is quite a bit younger than me, and in much better shape. She did the mini-marathon this year and works out regularly with P90X. She had nothing to be worried about. I on the other hand, was ill-prepared.
Finally it was time to begin, and we were introduced to the 3 trainers that would be working us out. 2 perky young ladies and one guy. They seemed nice enough, they were fit and trim, but not big muscle heads and they weren't yelling at us or anything. I started to relax a little.
First up on the agenda: warm up jog. Once around the block, trainer leading the way. Not bad. Hey, I can handle this! Sweating is a good thing, looks at those calories go!
Next: calisthenics. A nice, gut wrenching, heart pumping sequence of 30 jumping jacks, 30 knee highs, 30 of those things I can't remember where you're kicking your feet back like you're kicking yourself in the butt, and 20 squats. Once that sequence was done-- start over! Get through it that time and, guess what-- start over again! Somewhere in the butt kickers of the second set, I felt it-- I am going to throw up. I couldn't breathe, so freaking hot I couldn't imagine that I would I ever cool down again, and my stomach was ready to evacuate. I slowed down and sort of half-jumped, half-stood around while the rest of the group started the third set. Fanny was a ROCK STAR-- she made it through the whole thing! I ambled over to my water bottle, which had by this time started to simmer like a pot of soup. My stomach eased up a bit.
"Okay take a rest for a minute!". Bless you, perky little trainer. I will do just that. I caught my breath for a moment, murmured a few "Holy Sh*t!"s to Fanny because that's what I do when I don't know what to do, and started to wonder if I was really gonna make this. Sweat was everywhere. I could count my pulse just from it beating in my ears from the heat.
Round 3: running steps. Ahhh, yes, the location where we were has a set of steps that are not altogether unlike the "Rocky steps". Our task is to run to the top of the steps with our partner, pause there to do some arm work with the resistance bands, and run back down the steps. Three times. First time up the stairs- nice and speedy, I'm working now! I got my second wind! I got to the top, we busted out the arm exercises, and trucked back down the steps. Next time up the steps, I was walking. And panting. I messily made my way through the arms, and kind of let gravity do its thing and push me back down the steps. Third time up those steps-- we stayed up. I don't recall that I went back down those *^&% steps any more. By that time I was soaked in sweat and breathing so hard that when I exhaled it was some kind of harsh, wheezy, rush of air that I couldn't get out fast enough so I could hurry and take in another. Oh, and by this time I am coughing. My water bottle is now at a hard boil. I took a swig but spit it right back out.
We all sat down. Several people in the group have fared better than I have by this point, but there were a few who dropped out back at the jumping jacks. I gauged myself as doing "ok". I mean, I didn't puke or anything. Fanny is still Rockin it Out!
The last exercises of the class were a blur. There was some stuff with cones, some burpees, some donkey kick-like things, and I don't know what else. Oh, more steps. I pushed up and down those steps a couple more times. By this time, though, I had become complete incapable of following directions. The trainer would demonstrate the exercises for us, complete with how many reps and sets of each, and I would nod obediently, but as soon as it was "go time", I would freeze and mumble incoherently at Fanny "wait, what?"... Lack of oxygen is all I can say for myself.
Before I knew it, it was time to cool down and stretch. I started to feel somewhat like my breathing was coming back under control. I found my car keys and cursed myself for parking so far away. My legs were complete jelly walking back down the steps toward the parking spaces. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to push the gas and brake pedals. I said goodbye to Fanny, started my car, and turned the A/C to max. I stopped at the first gas station I got to and got a PowerAde Zero out of the cooler. 32 ounces. I drank 16 ounces on the way to the cash register. I drank the other 16 waiting for the lady to make change from my 5 dollar bill. I walked out with my empty bottle and change.
According to Fanny's heart rate monitor, she burned 1100 calories in 55 minutes. With all my resting, I am sure I did not, but I probably got somewhere about 600 calories outta me. I will definitely go back to tomorrow's session for another delirium-inducing sweat fest. We've decided to freeze our water bottles before class this time (duh) so we're not dying of dehydration. Oh, and I probably shouldn't wear black workout pants again, either-- too hot!
To all the men and women in the military who have endured real Boot Camp or Basic Training, in much hotter conditions than these, with real drill sergeants instead of perky trainers that I paid to yell at me, and in much less comfortable garb than my Dri-Fit Workout Wear-- I salute you. I am not worthy.
All things "Olive" today:
Epsom salts- works wonders on sore muscles!
Going to bed before it's even dark outside
Garbanzo beans on my salad
xoxo,
Meanie
Yesterday's high temp was 91 degrees. Boot Camp workouts are all outside. Downtown. In the city. On the concrete. To say it was hot would be a gross understatement. It was a scorcher. We met the rest of the suckers at our designated torture site for the evening, water bottles and towels in hand. Fanny and I arrived about 7 minutes before class time, so that left us 420 agonizing seconds to stand around in the sun and the heat, sweating up a storm, partly from the heat but mostly from anxiety. I wanted to ask everyone "So, did you sign up just because it was cheap on Groupon?" but I restrained myself. We weren't exactly sure what was going to happen to us over the next hour. I don't think either of us spoke in those minutes before class. Fanny is quite a bit younger than me, and in much better shape. She did the mini-marathon this year and works out regularly with P90X. She had nothing to be worried about. I on the other hand, was ill-prepared.
Finally it was time to begin, and we were introduced to the 3 trainers that would be working us out. 2 perky young ladies and one guy. They seemed nice enough, they were fit and trim, but not big muscle heads and they weren't yelling at us or anything. I started to relax a little.
First up on the agenda: warm up jog. Once around the block, trainer leading the way. Not bad. Hey, I can handle this! Sweating is a good thing, looks at those calories go!
Next: calisthenics. A nice, gut wrenching, heart pumping sequence of 30 jumping jacks, 30 knee highs, 30 of those things I can't remember where you're kicking your feet back like you're kicking yourself in the butt, and 20 squats. Once that sequence was done-- start over! Get through it that time and, guess what-- start over again! Somewhere in the butt kickers of the second set, I felt it-- I am going to throw up. I couldn't breathe, so freaking hot I couldn't imagine that I would I ever cool down again, and my stomach was ready to evacuate. I slowed down and sort of half-jumped, half-stood around while the rest of the group started the third set. Fanny was a ROCK STAR-- she made it through the whole thing! I ambled over to my water bottle, which had by this time started to simmer like a pot of soup. My stomach eased up a bit.
"Okay take a rest for a minute!". Bless you, perky little trainer. I will do just that. I caught my breath for a moment, murmured a few "Holy Sh*t!"s to Fanny because that's what I do when I don't know what to do, and started to wonder if I was really gonna make this. Sweat was everywhere. I could count my pulse just from it beating in my ears from the heat.
Round 3: running steps. Ahhh, yes, the location where we were has a set of steps that are not altogether unlike the "Rocky steps". Our task is to run to the top of the steps with our partner, pause there to do some arm work with the resistance bands, and run back down the steps. Three times. First time up the stairs- nice and speedy, I'm working now! I got my second wind! I got to the top, we busted out the arm exercises, and trucked back down the steps. Next time up the steps, I was walking. And panting. I messily made my way through the arms, and kind of let gravity do its thing and push me back down the steps. Third time up those steps-- we stayed up. I don't recall that I went back down those *^&% steps any more. By that time I was soaked in sweat and breathing so hard that when I exhaled it was some kind of harsh, wheezy, rush of air that I couldn't get out fast enough so I could hurry and take in another. Oh, and by this time I am coughing. My water bottle is now at a hard boil. I took a swig but spit it right back out.
We all sat down. Several people in the group have fared better than I have by this point, but there were a few who dropped out back at the jumping jacks. I gauged myself as doing "ok". I mean, I didn't puke or anything. Fanny is still Rockin it Out!
The last exercises of the class were a blur. There was some stuff with cones, some burpees, some donkey kick-like things, and I don't know what else. Oh, more steps. I pushed up and down those steps a couple more times. By this time, though, I had become complete incapable of following directions. The trainer would demonstrate the exercises for us, complete with how many reps and sets of each, and I would nod obediently, but as soon as it was "go time", I would freeze and mumble incoherently at Fanny "wait, what?"... Lack of oxygen is all I can say for myself.
Before I knew it, it was time to cool down and stretch. I started to feel somewhat like my breathing was coming back under control. I found my car keys and cursed myself for parking so far away. My legs were complete jelly walking back down the steps toward the parking spaces. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to push the gas and brake pedals. I said goodbye to Fanny, started my car, and turned the A/C to max. I stopped at the first gas station I got to and got a PowerAde Zero out of the cooler. 32 ounces. I drank 16 ounces on the way to the cash register. I drank the other 16 waiting for the lady to make change from my 5 dollar bill. I walked out with my empty bottle and change.
According to Fanny's heart rate monitor, she burned 1100 calories in 55 minutes. With all my resting, I am sure I did not, but I probably got somewhere about 600 calories outta me. I will definitely go back to tomorrow's session for another delirium-inducing sweat fest. We've decided to freeze our water bottles before class this time (duh) so we're not dying of dehydration. Oh, and I probably shouldn't wear black workout pants again, either-- too hot!
To all the men and women in the military who have endured real Boot Camp or Basic Training, in much hotter conditions than these, with real drill sergeants instead of perky trainers that I paid to yell at me, and in much less comfortable garb than my Dri-Fit Workout Wear-- I salute you. I am not worthy.
All things "Olive" today:
Epsom salts- works wonders on sore muscles!
Going to bed before it's even dark outside
Garbanzo beans on my salad
xoxo,
Meanie
Monday, July 5, 2010
Shouldn't we be famous by now???
Just got back from my parents' house for the holiday. Every year, since my parents moved back to Kentucky, they've hosted a 4th of July party. The town they live in has a pretty decent fireworks show after dark, so my parents start the entertaining (read: food service) somewhere around noon. The whole day is good old family fun- silly games, lots of good food. As I drove back home today, I was thinking about all the food we had, and I was astonished. I mean, with all this food, why are we NOT in the catering business??? Here's what we had:
Starting at noon (appetizers):
Veggie tray with Ranch dip
Fruit tray with fruit dip
Bruschetta
Hot broccoli cheese dip with chips
Red pepper jelly with tortilla chips
Veggie Pizza
Dad's famous lemon pepper hot wings
Dad's famous buffalo wings
Grandma's cukes from the garden soaked in salt water
Grandma's cukes from the garden soaked in vinegar
Chex Mix
yeah, see what I mean? This is just the munchie food till the real dinner starts!!!
At 6 o'clock, dinner is served. We had:
Pulled pork barbecue (with all the fixin's)
Hot Dog bar-- choice of hot dog or Andouille sausage with kraut, chili, relish, onions, mustard, ketchup
Potato casserole
Corn on the cob
German potato salad
Vinegar cole slaw
Dorito salad
Mac 'n cheese
Cowboy Beans
Fruit salad
Orange sherbet salad
Deviled eggs
Yeah, I know, it's insane. (If you want any of the recipes for anything, I'll share them with you!)
THEN, in case anybody in the family can still can walk more than 5 steps and hasn't had to undo the button on their pants, there was the dessert table:
Sour cream cake
Ooey Gooey Butter cake
Cupcakes
Brownies
No idea what else because I was officially in a coma by this point.
I brought home a whole cooler full of food today that was leftover from the party. My family loves food, loves to eat, loves to share our dishes with each other. Everybody has "their dish" that they usually make year after year, or some variation. I spent most of the drive home trying to find more reasons to get together and eat. We already do Christmas, Turkey Day, 4th of July, Easter.... hmmmm, maybe we need to start doing a Halloween dinner?
And another thought occured to me: why the heck aren't we caterers??? We've got this party thing DOWN! We should be getting paid for it!
All things Olive today:
Family
Sunshine on my face at sunset on the lake
Mama's Oooey Gooey Butter cake
xoxo!
Meanie
Starting at noon (appetizers):
Veggie tray with Ranch dip
Fruit tray with fruit dip
Bruschetta
Hot broccoli cheese dip with chips
Red pepper jelly with tortilla chips
Veggie Pizza
Dad's famous lemon pepper hot wings
Dad's famous buffalo wings
Grandma's cukes from the garden soaked in salt water
Grandma's cukes from the garden soaked in vinegar
Chex Mix
yeah, see what I mean? This is just the munchie food till the real dinner starts!!!
At 6 o'clock, dinner is served. We had:
Pulled pork barbecue (with all the fixin's)
Hot Dog bar-- choice of hot dog or Andouille sausage with kraut, chili, relish, onions, mustard, ketchup
Potato casserole
Corn on the cob
German potato salad
Vinegar cole slaw
Dorito salad
Mac 'n cheese
Cowboy Beans
Fruit salad
Orange sherbet salad
Deviled eggs
Yeah, I know, it's insane. (If you want any of the recipes for anything, I'll share them with you!)
THEN, in case anybody in the family can still can walk more than 5 steps and hasn't had to undo the button on their pants, there was the dessert table:
Sour cream cake
Ooey Gooey Butter cake
Cupcakes
Brownies
No idea what else because I was officially in a coma by this point.
I brought home a whole cooler full of food today that was leftover from the party. My family loves food, loves to eat, loves to share our dishes with each other. Everybody has "their dish" that they usually make year after year, or some variation. I spent most of the drive home trying to find more reasons to get together and eat. We already do Christmas, Turkey Day, 4th of July, Easter.... hmmmm, maybe we need to start doing a Halloween dinner?
And another thought occured to me: why the heck aren't we caterers??? We've got this party thing DOWN! We should be getting paid for it!
All things Olive today:
Family
Sunshine on my face at sunset on the lake
Mama's Oooey Gooey Butter cake
xoxo!
Meanie
Woo Hoo!
Hey everyone! This is my new blog!!! It's pretty basic right now, I hope to spruce it up as I get more comfortable with blogspot. Share my link with your friends, and I promise not to be one of those people who has a blog but only posts every blue moon.
Hmmm, blue moon. Yum...
Hmmm, blue moon. Yum...
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