Bikram

My ex tried Bikram yoga…or hot yoga…and loved it.  He tried to get me to go, and I was like “Eh.”  I know you’re supposed to sweat when you work out.  However, I try to avoid it.  So why would I go to a heated room to sweat even more?

I have tried a little yoga and liked it.  So it was still tempting.

Not too long ago, I broke down and bought a Groupon for a month unlimited.  Now I just need to find the time to go and make it worthwhile.

Today at work, a couple members of my team and I were in for some overtime.  Our office would not normally be open on a holiday.  We sweated through most of the day because the air wasn’t on.  About an hour before we left, it finally kicked on.  I joked that it was bikram cost basis.  I wonder how many pounds I lost sitting in my cubicle?

Kindle

Ordered a Kindle recently–arrived last Saturday.  Bought the Wi-Fi version…so far no need for the 3G.

Bought my first book, too.  Deja Dead by Kathy Reichs.  I’ve been watching the show Bones on Netflix.  When I was paying attention to the credits I saw that they were based on books and the life of the author.  About 30% into the book and enjoying it.

Looking for other books to download and read.  Any suggestions?  I’m also looking for books that may be self-published.

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Books These Days…

The other day I went to two different book stores trying to find something to read.

Now that work has slowed down, I’m a little bored.  And I’d rather not get sucked into too much F*cebook or TV. 

There have been times in my life when all I needed were pages with ink bound together.  I would read just about anything.  I devoured stories.  My favorite activity was to get dropped off at the mall and head right to the bookstore.  They made bookstores small back in those days.  I could walk through the fiction or mystery section and see a dozen books that I wanted to read.

My afternoon of searching two huge stores?  Bought nothing.

Kind of sad when you look at a book and the only reason you might buy it is because you read the first book in the series.

Sigh.

Any authors or titles out there that I must read?

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“A” is for…

…Absolutely right.

Several years ago, I was working a second job.  I was sitting in training and trying not to fall asleep.  We were forced to listen as the speaker constantly got off track or went on an on about things that I instinctively knew did not matter that much for what we were going to be doing.

Someone asked for clarification on something useless.  Groan.

The speaker went on and on and was incorrect.

I couldn’t stop myself.  “Isn’t really like…” this, this, and this?”

“Jason’s absolutely correct–”

“You can stop there,” I said. 

Ever since then, my friend who was in the room used to joke that I probably should be listened to because I was “absolutely right.”

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Jason’s Bakin’

So as a farewell to some coworkers as we round up tax season, I made a cheesecake.

Yes, I cooked.  Something complicated.

I had found a recipe by a famous ex-jailbird perfectionist.  Because it called for some hard-to-find and expensive items, I made some tweeks to the recipe. 

It took most of my Tuesday night, but the result today was a-ma-zing. 

Let’s plan for something special and I can make another one.

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Everyone Loves…

Me.

That’s right.  I’m a-ma-zing.

I think I’ve even blogged about it.  A better blogger would have links prepared to former posts or even links to other people’s blogs or news articles referencing just how a-ma-zing I am.  I’m not a better blogger.

However, I seem to handle my fair share of problems with grace, wit, and a-ma-zing-ness.

The other day I was helping some coworkers figure out why a client couldn’t make a purchase from their bank info on file into their account.  It was linked, there were no purchase freezes, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.  I deduced that the account did not allow for ACH withdrawals.  I was right.

I then looked down and said, “Oh, no! I stayed as Clark Kent!”

Today I found this little number online:

 superman

 

 

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I’m hoping to make this list…

 

1000awesomethings.com

33 Memories of 33 Years #33

Someone looked at me the other day and said, “You look exhausted.”

I prefer it when someone says I look pretty.

The truth is, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends.  Work has been extra busy this tax season which has meant plenty of overtime opportunities.  And when spring tends to be a minefield of oversized bills, the extra cash leaves pretty much as soon as it comes in.  This year has been no different.

I think we all know that I’d rather be sleeping than anything else on earth, so it always amazes me when I can do these stretches of work, work, work.

When I was teaching, I used to haul myself to work pretty early.  Even though I’m “not a morning person” I found that I could still be pretty productive in the quiet hour before the rush of the school day.  I still would pack a bag of work at the end of the day to haul home.  Weekends?  What weekends?  I was probably reading journals.

Back in 2004 I started a second job that was project based.  There was usually an evening project in the spring, and then some all day projects during my summer break.  Break was a misnomer.  During the spring, my day would look like this: 7AM at school; leave school by 4PM and drive across town in crazy traffic.  Visit Starbucks.  Grab a quick, unhealthy dinner.  Start work at 6PM, or 5 if overtime was available.  Work like crazy until 10.  Drive home.  Crawl in bed by 10:45.  Rinse.  Repeat. 

The year I worked an evening project from February to May I thought I was going to die.  Saturdays were basically this:  roll out of bed, start a load of laundry, have cereal, crawl back into bed.  Move laundry to dryer, start new load in washer, crawl in bed and watch tv.  Fold, move second load to dryer, make sandwich, crawl back into bed for a nap.  I was kind of cranky by the end of it.

When I started with my current employer, my shift was compressed to a four day week.  Because it was available, I added a fifth and enjoyed the temporary raise.

Tonight I start the insanity again.  I’m on day ten of working my regular job and reporting tonight for an eight day project.  I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

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33 Memories of 33 Years #32

People are stupid.

I don’t mean you…everyone else.

Back when I was teaching, my kids would often ask about events in history, “Why would people….”

My response?  “People are stupid.”

They would usually laugh.  Then, when we’d discuss some sort of current event where someone did something stupid, they’d start to get it.

When giving blood in college, I was holding gauze on my arm when the nurse came up with a clipboard and briskly said, “I need your name.”  What was I going to do without my name?  And she certainly didn’t want my last name.  “You need to go sit in the cantina and have some cookies,” she said.

Once upon a time hanging out with friends (Group A) and having coffee, some other friends (Group B) came in.  One member of A did not get along with a member of B.  So they said they were going to another restaurant.  As they were leaving, A said something derrogatory about B and B turned around.  “I think she heard you,” I said.  A didn’t care.  Later, I joined up with Group B.  Curious to see if B had heard A’s comment, I meant to say something like, “Why did you turn around when you leaving the restaurant.”  Instead, I said, “Did you hear what B said about you?” 

Another time I was asked to put one foot in front of the other and count “one to eight.”  I said, “One…two…eight.”  Sigh.  People are stupid.

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33 Memories of 33 Years #31

One of the things about journaling and blogging is thinking about the past and seeing a bit more clearly the wise and not-so-wise deicisions.  Hindsight is truly 20/20.

I just wish my actual sight was.

And for most of my life it has been.

On one hand, I prided myself on my good eyesight and the carefree lifestyle of not worrying about where a set of framed lenses were located.  I last got my eyes checked back in college.  I was feeling the strain of being a English and French double major with all of the reading that went along with it.  At the time glasses weren’t needed but certainly would be available.  I passed.

Well, ten years of hauling stacks of student journals home for weekend reading, grading page upon page of really bad research papers, staring at computer screens for really important FB updates, and consuming tons of trashy novels have finally done a number on my eyes.

Last fall, I just felt really tired.  My aches ached.  So I added vision to my benefits for 2010.  My eyes aren’t bad, but it was clear that my right eye was doing pretty much all of the work.  Old Lefty just sees fuzz.

So now I have two sets of glasses.  The pair I was nervous about getting is actually my favorite.  They’re a bit more trendy with a neat little cross hatch design on the side.  (Possible pictures to be posted later). 

Aaaah, the relief.  Except when I’ve been wearing them for awhile and then take them off.  My eyes go a bit wonky after that.

And the compliments I get from people.  That’s my favorite part.  Which makes me think I should gotten non-prescription lenses a long time ago.  E said, “Definitely ups the IQ.”  I thought to myself, “Yep, but still not cracking triple digits.”

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