Another busy day for the unemployed

Hi there, ho there!

Today started bright and early. I had to first enjoy my breakfast (coconut oats- same as yesterday) the really jump the gun. I put together a lasagna, salad and bread for friends of ours that just had a baby. I wanted to help them out in the only way I know how- with food. I tried to make some no bake cookies, but they hadn’t hardened in time, so I whipped by Crave to pick up a couple of cupcakes with pink frosting 😉

My lunch was a weird combo- 3 hard boiled egg whites and leftover couscous with corn. Super random, I know.

Let’s get to the BEST part of the day: my workout.


Awww, look at that pretty stationary. I felt like a nerdo carrying that around in the gym. So here’s how it breaks down:

10 minute warmup (I did the elliptical with HIIT intervals)

10 pushups
60 second plank
10 pushups
60 second plank

10 deadman burpees (seen here)
Jump rope tabata
10 deadman burpees

20 curtsy lunge w/high knee (each side)
50 second wall sit
20 weighted wide lunges (each side)
50 second wall sit

20 mountain climbers
Jumping jack tabata
20 mountain climbers

30 leg lifts
40 second pilates pulse
30 bicycle crunches
40 weighted hip raises

30 high knees (each side)
heel jump tabata
30 high knees (each side)

one legged bicep curl (resting one leg on a stability ball (3 sets of 12)
tricep extensions (3 sets of 12) option: sitting on stability ball
chest press and fly combo while bridging on he stability ball

8 jackknives
8 pikes
8 jackknives
8 pikes

While bridging on the ball, 10 overhead shoulder extensions, 10 russian twists. repeat 2 times.

10 minute cardio (another HIIT interval on the elliptical)

There ya have it, folks. That was one hell of a workout- especially if you’re go-go-go like me and really limit your breaks or break times.

Tyler was pulling in the driving just as I was walking home from the gym so I really had to act quick to get him dinner. Two words of praise for his meal

1) Thank you to whoever invented leftovers.

2) Another thanks to whoever thought of  the defrost button on the microwave.

Since I wasn’ too hungry, I also used the defrost button for my snack:

We ate while watching the LAST Harry Potter movie. EIGHT HP movies in EIGHT days. Woof. Now we will have to find another series to work on….. (I have Mad Men, but that’s my day time TV 😉 )

Once the movie was over, Tyler pulled a good boyfriend  card and went to Subway while I showered so that I could have my ‘second’ dinner.

Turkey breast with banana peppers, peppers, tomatoes, olives, and cucumbers. I took half of it out of the to-go container, and saved the rest for tomorrow’s lunch. 10 points for Tyler, everybody. Hip hip….. (this is where you say Hooray).

Oh, and the Easter package from my parents arrived today. I finally got my Girl Scout Cookies!

Too bad I swore off sweets the other day after my dismal weigh in. Just to get myself back on track, though. Into the freezer they go!

In addition to these lovely boxes of minty goodness, came this little bobble bunny

Hmmm, what else have I done today? Oh yeah, registered for one of my Graduate classes. Boo hiss. The optimist’s argument would say it’s one step closer to completion. True, but it’s also a buttload of homework during my first summer in Calgary. Ho hum.

Another random (read: dangerous) note: So, I was putting some dishes away yesterday morning that were left out on the dry rack. You know, the ones where you stack plates and pots and pans to see how many can really balance, and there’s a small little spot in the front to hold alllll those pieces of silverware. Given the logistics of how the utensils and such were placed, and the height of the cupboard door, well, bad things can only happen. I open the door, the door hits the cookie sheet, the cookie sheet hits the utensils, the utensils fall towards me to the floor. In that group of utensils: sharp knives. Me: in pajamas. One sharp knive got me. I won’t say exactly where, but it was below my belly button and above the knee.

I. thought. I. was. going. to. die.

But I didn’t, and now have a strategically placed scar. SWEET. (not sweet).

Last random bit: I miss living close to my parents because I never wash my own bras. That’s something I always left for mom. Ugh, another thing I am going to have to learn.

TMI tonight? Nah. Bet you chuckled though. 😉

A little bit of this, A little bit of that

18-20: I used to hope and pray I wouldn’t get carded so that I could go out with my friends

21: I loved loved LOVED getting carded so that I could be all “hella yeahhhhh bitttchhhesss I’m legal nowwwwwww! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! EVRRRRRAYYYYBOOOODY!

22-24: Get carded here and there. No big thang.

25: CARD ME PLEASE, OR DO YOU REALLY THINK I LOOK THAT OLD?!!!!!

25 and in Canada: Bitch please, they don’t ever card here. Drinking age is like 2.

I grew up in the wrong country.

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Took Layla for TWO (not one, but TWO) walks today. It was snowin’ and blowin’ out there today. Walk numero uno was cut short because I literally could not hold the poop bag anymore. The wind had its way….

Walk numero dos was much more successful. No doo-doo.

And of course, gurllll did her roly poly in the fresh powder..

It’s a good thing most of her roly poly moments are during the day time while everyone is at work, otherwise neighbors would gather at their windows and watch the madness. One dude did stop his car and she was a nut. Like mother, like daughter. It was a proud moment for me.

"What's that you say?!"

"Oh no, you di'int!"

Enough with the dog pictures, Jen! Alright, alright….for today.

Lesson #472 about Twitter: Ask (yourself) and you shall receive.

An hour later, and this delovely (delicious AND lovely) smoothie was to be had:

  • banana
  • raspberries
  • cranberries
  • pineapple
  • oj

Hit the spot.

(‘the spot’ being the smoothie section of my brain/belly)

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This next thing I have asked for, and have yet to receive: Girl Scout Thin Mints. I just want one box people. 2 measly sleeves of those minty rounds of love. Put ’em in the freezer and break out a few every now and then to go with ice cream.

Here’s what I have done to obtain aforementioned cookies:

1)Facebook plea

2) Twitter war cry

3) General around-the-house humming and hawwing until cookies magically appear.

4) I have done my due diligence and Googled where the Girl Guides of Canada are selling their vanilla/chocolate cookies and I will ask them when I can expect thin mints to be on the menu.

I am running out of hope options.

Another story for you: I was a Daisy, a Brownie, a Junior, AND a Cadet. Cookie season was the Olympics. Except bloodier. Thank god my dad worked in San Francisco and had major hookups with lots of coworkers. He I sold the sh*t outta those cookies. I feel a little bit bad now that I think about it because he had to bring all those cookies on Bart on a dolly into the city. And really, what did that get me? A badge (‘we don’t need no stinking badges!’) a stuffed animal, and maybe a coin purse.

*Blah, blah, blah, it taught you hard work and perseverance pay off. Blood, sweat, tears and your father’s co-workers get you a coin purse. Sigh.

What’s your favorite Girl Scout cookie?

Where you a Girl Scout?