This morning will consist..

Posted on March 7, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

This morning will consist of a few random musings. Let’s get started.

1) Since Tyler and I weren’t together for Valentine’s Day (I was in Florida. Such a shame) we decided to celebrate once he flew to Boston to help me move. Me being the awesome girlfriend that I am, I decided to drop mad dough on a new iPod for him since he lost his a while ago. I even bought candy and other gift accoutrement to make it all froo-froo for him. We both got to Logan airport on Saturday night (him from Calgary; me from Jacksonville) and I quickly assembled the gift for his opening pleasure. He opened: he liked: he thanked me for it. Cut to 2 hours later when we are sitting at the bar and he confesses that he just refurbished (or whatever you do with old technology to make it new again) his old iPhone to use for his music collection. Bottom Line: he didn’t need my gift. AHHHHH. But, it was late and I was drunk, so I forgot about it rather quickly.

2500 miles and 3 weeks later, I’ve discovered that I STILL have the dang thing

Can I return it? No. Why, you ask? Because I bought it at Target. Does Canada have Target? No. Oof. So now I’m kind of hoping my 2007 iPod classic kicks it so I don’t feel so guilty for buying this new one.

2) My roots. Ohmygawwwwd.

I am frantically checking Groupon and LivingSocial for salon deals because I just cannot go in public anymore in this condition. Where is my former hairdresser of a mother when I need her?!?!

3) I started a new book last night. I just reeeeeally couldn’t sleep, and buying this book made me too excited to even try to get some shut eye. I’m pretty sure the title alone gives you the gist of it.

Source
If only I thought of writing a book like this. Boy, do I have dating stories. Mostly TERRIBLE ones. I blame alcohol, match.com, and my previous attraction to assholes.

4) Dryness. Please don’t let your mind wander towards something inappropriate. Calgary is incredibly dry during the winter. Like boogery dry. Sleep with a humidifier dry. I was already drinking about a gallon of water a day in Boston, but now I’ve had to up the ante to 2 gallons. The worst is how much my hands have aged. They’re crackly and dry and rough and gross and I hate them and don’t feel feminine at all. Oh, you think I should try Lotion? Yeah, I have. ALL KINDS. From drug stores, department stores, homemade crap. Nothing helps. I’d show you a picture, but I haven’t had my nails done as recently as Layla. Plus, you’d barf.

Peace, I’m out.

So this was…

Posted on March 6, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

So this was my day. It started icky, with a good I’m-never-getting-out-of-bed session:

Followed by an even longer must-get-up-must-get-up session, and off to a vet appt for Layla baby. She was diagnosed with Lyme disease in Boston and had been on antibiotics for the past 30 days, so I wanted to make sure I got her checked out to see how she was doing and where we’d go from there.

Turns out, she’s only a carrier, but so log as she shows no signs or symptoms of the disease, we don’t need any further treatment. AND, because Alberta is quite a different atmosphere for disease, she doesn’t need to take heart worm meds! My wallet and I are very happy. As a treat, (and for our sanity at home, read: tappity tap tappity tap) I had her nails trimmed. Girlfrann got her nails did, y’all.

If she knew about my blog, she probably wouldn’t be too pleased I posted a picture that’s awful close to her privates, but she IS a dog and she OFTEN sticks her pooper in my face to show affection, soooo…….

We got home and I was craving veggies in the worst way. I’m telling ya, my body is whack today. I have an owwie belly to start, then it wants veggies (aka: bloat bites)!?!?! Rude.

I listened anyways and threw together some mushies, peps, and basketballs (brussel sprouts). Sure enough, I was back under the covers and back to moanin and groanin. Sorry, boy readers- I’m just tellin it like it is. Tyler does win boyfriend of the year award, however, and here’s the proof:

A) I would’ve eaten them anyways
B) I don’t know why I had to put his last name in my phone. I guess on the off chance I have a Rachel-McAdams-in-The-Vow-moment.

Per usche, I made third meal. Quinoa, saw-seege, ‘maters, and spinach. Hit the spot.

After, I went to the Y for a little cardio (just what I needed after a day full of veggies. Not) and to take the Barbell Blast class. The class was super low-impact and not really what I was looking for, but at least now I know. I’m thinking of doing my own circuit session tomorrow then taking spin. Weeeee shall see.

That’s all for now. I have been told it’s lights out time, and I can only write so much while propped on my elbows and the covers over my head.

I’m looking to get a bit more feedback from readers, so I pose you these questions:
Does anyone still buy from the concession stand at movie theaters? Do you sneak in your own stuff? Or take nothing at all?

Peace, I’m out.

Things are happening..

Posted on March 5, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

Things are happening, my friends. I went to the Crowfoot YMCA (conveniently located only a stone’s throw away. I have a long throw, but still, it’s close. like right around the corner close). I had a chitty-chat-chat with the Fitness Director and Group Fitness Director and they are interested in having me teach/train! 1-800-I-AM-STOKED. Here I come free membership! Plus, there are some things I’d really like to do that I have yet to see in some of the classes I have taken here so far. Wahooo! Let’s hope that stint I pulled that got me in the back of a cop car at age 16 doesn’t hold me back. Better yet, let’s hope that the Calgary police aren’t that thorough. I was a minor, anyways, so technically it never happened.

I was so pumped from those mini-meetings, so I really went all out at the spin class I took immediately after. (The Group Fitness Director even signed me up to get certified as a Spin Instructor in June! Seriously guys, I’m getting tons of gold stars today). One note about that class, however: they kept the lights on. I could totally make a sex related joke re: the lights, but I’m a lady. I’ll let you come up with it on your own.

I had done my protein oats for breaky this AM (see poo-looking bowl of oats from a previous post), then munched on these bad Larrys:

Stop.the.presses. These were DIVINE. Tyler wanted to buy a ginorm carton of them at Costco last week, and I was thinking oh-no-sir-those-will-never-get-eaten-what-a-typical-guy-move, but he was on P.O.I.N.T. I scarfed them so fast. Probably frightened the dog just a teensy bit.

As a reconciliation, I went out and got her some goodies. We’re talkin’ the Louis Vuitton of goodies:

If only girlfraaan’ new how many G’s I dropped on these puppies (pun intended). Ok, not G’s, but maybe 1/356th of a G. Still.

She’s all, ‘mama, pleeeeeeease”

So I caved.

Baby girl loves balls. Like mother, like….Oh god, did I really go there?

Here’s her brilly (read: brilliant) model pose. I’m submitting this to Canadian Dog. I don’t think such a publication exists, but it should.

I have a couple -slightly less hairy- pics for you…They’re of me! (I said SLIGHTLY less hairy. I have low readership, but now it’s probably even lower. Way to go me!)
Post workout:

I think it’s standard that a terrible face should be made in any picture taken post workout. So there ya go.
I do, however, clean up pretty decent. I mean, I’m no Jennifer Aniston, but we share the same first name, so at least I’m halfway there. This is from date night last friday:

Did I say that terrible pictures are standard post workout? Apparently, they are just across the board standard for me. sigh.

***CONFESSION***
Anyone remember that episode of SATC when Miranda baked that chocolate cake and kept going back to the kitchen for a slice, then she tossed it, THEN SHE ATE MORE FROM THE TRASH???

Well, I’m not THAT bad, but I did have repeat visits to the kitchen last night for my love turds (brownies). It was OK last night, since sweets are calorie-free on Sundays, but I’m having a hard time preventing myself from breaking out the knife today for more..anyone have this problem???

This week is gonna..

Posted on March 4, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

This week is gonna be filled with a weird mix of things. I’ve gotta find another gym to abuse their free trial, get Layla a vet, clean like WHOA, and last but not least, find a job. Minor detail right there. I get heart palpitations when I think of my lack of employment. Luckily I have a wonderful boyfriend who is helping me with those necessary expenses (chocolate, hair appointments, and my new iPhone. Obviously.)

Must. Change. Subject. Now.

Picked on the leftover pizza and baked the most amazeballs batch of brownies (aka: love turds) tonight before watching some goodies: AFV- one of the few shows I’ve yet to see Canada come out with their own version. (I’m talking to you, Canada’s Got Talent and Canadian Idol. Sheesh.) and Amazing Race- for the record, I could stack watermelons way better than most those teams.

You want to see what these love turds look like?

Haha, I know right? I topped the fudgy square of sin with some homemade icing I whipped up. Homemade icing on top of homemade brownies? Marriage
Material right here, folks. And the best part? They’re zero calories! But only on Sundays. No word of a lie. But every other day, they’re full of ’em. So mark your calendars, and if anyone wants the recipe, let me know!

I was a good girl…

Posted on March 4, 2012 by Jen @nutcaseinpoint

I was a good girl today. I ended up getting my lazy ass outta bed, guzzle an ocean of agua, then make this bowl-o-yum-yum:

This was a mix of oats, almond milk, espresso protein powder, a bit of honey, scoop of chia seeds, and a spoonful of almond butter. In a word: delish. In another word: filling. In three words: hit the spot.

Then it was time to get in gear. Yeah, tough to do on a Sunday, especially when vino was consumed the night before. But, I’m a tough soldier and rallied. We met up with a bunch of people (my new friends. They better like it!) to do a beep test. Ya know, you run from one end of the end of he gym to the other before the beep and you keep doing it until you don’t reach the other end in time. (I did this once in high school and it was a huge joke. It basically separated those of us who played sports from those who sat on the couch and ate Ho Hos and Cheetos). Anyhoo, we did this whole shibang at the CPS fitness center (Calgary Police Service) since most of the dudes are cops. I was able to get in a great 40 min cardio/strength interval workout in before the test, too. Gold star for me. Come beep test time though…. I didn’t do so hot. A) because my lungs are still adjusting to he altitude, and B) there was NO ventilation in the gym. Ugh. Here’s a little post-workout pic for your viewing pleasure:

Pardon the poo colored bathroom wall. You may see this god awful poo wall in the background for at least a couple more months until Tyler and I get in paint-the-house mode.

Boyfriend just made me this perfect omelette, filled with leftover meats ad veggies from last nights pizza making party. It was so perfect looking, I almost didn’t want to eat it.

But, I was starving, so I snapped a pic and dove right the heck in on that bad boy.

Currently watching Wheel of Fortune (yeah I know, it’s 3:30. The time shift here is a-muh-zing…I get to watch Amazing Race at 6 tonight too!!!)

Question: is anybody out there? Who is reading this awesome post? Is this stupid? Do I have to resort to the old fashioned way of journalling (i.e.: pen & paper. Eww) I’d love a teensy tiny ounce of feedback, y’all. Thankya!