Monday, March 31, 2008
It had REALLY snowed and it was still REALLY snowing. And I REALLY had to get to bootcamp. On time. I sprung into emergency fast pace mode. Got ready, got my stuff, my water, my towel, my ginormous coat, my mittens AND thinking I was being smart, put my snow boots on and threw my workout shoes in my bag.
I hope you are picturing this in your mind because it will just keep getting better.
I went out to the car. It was covered in mountains of snow. I started the bad boy up. I got the scraper out and tried to use it. How long have I lived here? Scrapers do not move mountains of snow. Arms do. People, let me tell you, I was flinging those mountains of snow off the car with my arms and my mittens and my stupid coat. Just using the arms. And, by the way, I don't really have that long of arms, or that long of a body or any long body parts, for that matter. Therefore, this was not an easy task.
So, I manage to get that fiasco over with, get in the car and white-knuckle it to the park n' ride on 39th where Cham and I meet every morning to drive to bootcamp.
We decided that since she has all-wheel-drive, it's best that she take the reigns this morning. But, my friends, her front passenger seat belt is broken. This morning was not the morning to be taking risks on the road so... It's Driving Miss Daisy time. We got on the freeway and after all of this I am positively parched. So, comfy cozy in the back seat, I dug around in my bag to find my water bottle and lo... I could only see one workout shoe.
We got off the freeway at the next exit, went back to my car, searched and searched. No shoe. It was lost somewhere long before the park n' ride.
Laughing now (and maybe a little bit crying) we got back on the freeway (Driving Miss Daisy Style) to go to bootcamp. We made it. We were late. I only had snow boots.
I had to do bootcamp in snow boots y'all.
Instructor Crook, laughing, says to me as I'm doing my infinite number of lat pull-downs "Snow boots, huh?". I told him the story and I think he thought it was funny. But, that didn't really help to regulate my foot temperature at all. Until today, I never fully realized how wonderfully warm those snow boots are.
Oh and... my mom found my shoe. In the street. In the snow.
Friday, March 28, 2008
This was years ago but i still remember it. I was going to the U and had to run to the bookstore for something. Probably one of those odious blue books or something of that nature.
When I came back out to my car, there was a postcard-type piece of paper stuck in my window between that black rubber and the actual glass, you know. It was totally white except for in the upper left hand corner there was a kind of dark reddish and mustard colored painting type thing. Sort of abstract-expressionist-esque.
Anyway, on the card was a "note" if you will. And it said something like -
A few years ago I read this book by Kurt Vonnegut called Slaughterhouse Five. I will never look at the world the same way...
I can't remember exactly how it went since this was probably 8 years ago. But I kept that card forever. If I still have it I'll put it up here sometime. But I just LOVE things like that so much because they totally change your day and perspective and everything. I think they remind you that the world is still magical and amazing and good. I know that sounds a tad cliché but... I think it's so important to be open to those experiences and value them. It keeps the jaded away.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Promise it's worth your 7 seconds.
Pretty much the best thing ever is his reaction at the end.
(Having sound on and up is crucial to your enjoyment of this video)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Here are some of my top pics for the sunny days ahead...
Clockwork Dress by Maple - Anthropologie
Tory Burch Thora Leather Flip Flop - Bloomingdale's
I always wear wooden jewelry in the spring and summer. There's just something about this time of year that makes me want to put it on. This bangle perfectly balances that earthy feeling that wood has with a sculptural, artistic look. Pinstripe Wooden Bangle - Banana Republic
I love aviators. I love to hate Tom Ford. I love these sunglasses.
Warren Aviator Sunglasses by Tom Ford - Neiman Marcus
And for my "Oh lord, who cares about money?" category...
This bag. Oh, who doesn't want a gorgeous, supple Kelly Green leather bag? Kooba Callie Shopper - Nordstrom
Friday, March 21, 2008
Let me tell you about it.
First of all, it's the ass crack of dawn. Everyone shows up at Hillcrest High School in the pitch black in this stream of cars. It looks... illegal. People start pouring out of their cars and gathering round. Those of us finishing off Hell Week still have to wear the 30 pound vest. So Cham, Nicole (who started this week too but isn't in the same company as Cham and I) and I gather round to get them on with all the other new PTs.
It's also FREEZING by the way.
Then we all make our way down to the track. Instructor Thomas lines us up and teaches us how to march. We march. We march once around the track. Then we run once around the track. All the while repeating these glorious chants from Instructor Thomas.
Favorite lines include:
-I used to wear faded jeans. Now I wear Army greens.
-I got a woman. She's got a pair of hips. Like two twin battleships.
-Two old ladies laying in a bed. One rolled over to the other and said - I wanna be an Airborne Ranger! (really? two old ladies? we were dying about that one)
These may not seem that hilarious right now. But, yelling these out as loud as you possibly can when you are running with that vest on and your arms raised over your head, trust me; it's hilarious.
Now it's time to run bleachers. So we run up the stairs. Two at a time. Then run over to the other set, down those stairs. Across the football field. Up the next set of stairs two at a time. Down the next set. Across the football field... Until we've done them all.
Then. Asshole Hill. For real. That's what it's called. It's this steep hill and you have to run up it 10 times, over to the stairs, down the stairs, back down part of the track, back up the hill...
Then. 75 sit ups. Then push ups. Oh. And while you do the push ups, you sing Amazing Grace.
After push ups we all lined up and had this little pep talk and some people shared their stories of how much boot camp has helped them or transformed them. Then we shook hands or got pats on the back from all the instructors.
I also have to include this part. The whole time you're doing all this running, the people who have been there for a while are cheering you on. They are helping you up the hill and telling you how awesome you are. They will literally hold your hand to get you up that hill or run next to you. It's definitely one of those kind of HUMANKIND moments. You know? Where these people who you may have never seen or met are suddenly holding your hand or pushing you to keep going. There is certainly something to be said for that.
And here's the deal. It was hard, but we did it. And the thing is, Cham and I were having this conversation afterwards, about how we feel so powerful now. We feel proud and strong and like we can do anything.
You might barf. But, it's worth it.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
In class this morning he decided to read a book called "Under Water" about under water sea animals.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Last weekend, I went with Dirk, Jo, Peter & Kayla to Leslie & The Ly's at Kilby Court. You can read awesome reviews on both Dirk & Jo's blogs. So I won't waste your time here.
However, I was feeling left out of the "here's me and Leslie Hall" picture club.
So here's mine.
Try not to die of jealousy.
Monday, March 17, 2008
I know everyone has been as hotly anticipating this day as much as I have.
Best/funniest things about the first day:
-Having Instructor Thomas (aka Jess) paint our faces with army paint and ask us what the Tin Man had all along.
-Being punished with 10 push ups a million times for things like... eating cheerios with skim milk or a piece of bread.
-Wearing a 30 pound vest. This definitely falls more in the "funny" category...
-Cute girls and ladies who have already been there for a while cheering Cham and me along.
-Having to memorize chants on the treadmill with lines like: Born in the back woods, raised by a bear.
-Instructor Thomas telling me he knows where I live.
-Being informed by instructor Thomas that for the next 6 weeks we are not to eat dairy (or "daries" as it's put on his handouts) or bread, pasta, etc. I did not tell him that this was not bloody likely.
-And probably my favorite part of the day: When Cham accidentally called him INSPECTOR Thomas and we both busted up laughing, but she ended up having to do 10 more push ups. Somehow, I got lucky on that one.
Oh boot camp... you kill me. You really do.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I admit it. I'm terrified. If you know me, you know that I do have some slight issues with authority. You also know that I'm a bit of a jokester. And the combination of Chamonix and I in this together could result in some serious giggle fits, which could result in some serious push ups. I'm also excited though. This is a great opportunity to have fun with Cham, work out every day and let's be honest; I'll probably get some seriously good material to write about here.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I have finally decided to give this whole blogging thing a shot.
In case you didn't know, life's a-changing for me these days.
And, for the past little while, many of my friends and relatives who have started their own blogs have said "Oh. You should really start a blog". And I've said "Right.... someday I will. I promise". And I've said that now for a real real long time.
But, these past few days, I've kind of thought, now might be a good time to do such a thing.
So, alas, here I am.
I want to have a blog to talk about everything and share my stories and pictures and my life. It'll probably be a crazy mix of all kinds of things. But, I hope you'll like it.
I thought I'd start off by telling you the glamorous story behind the name of my blog.
I attended the University of Utah. Not only did I go to school there but I also joined the KKG.
Well, one evening, like so many others over those years; a couple of gals and I found ourselves drinking in a car behind the Kappa House.
Classy. I know.
So... there the four of us sat, preparing for what was sure to be a happening night on Greek Row. I do not even recall what kind of potion we had made up that night. But at one point the beverage was handed to me from the front seat.
I took a sip and it was all I could do not to spit it out all over everyone.
It was disgusting and tangy and gross.
But, I swallowed it. Looked around. And said -
Tastes like... White Diamonds.
Of course we all laughed and of course we all continued to drink it.
And it's not that this was the most hysterical moment of our college careers. But somehow we always go back to that moment and laugh. Perhaps because it was an indicator of so many other memories and so many other hilarious nights. Perhaps because lots of things since that night have also tasted like White Diamonds. Perhaps because we've all always brought each other luck...
I don't know... but I do love it.