But it does, damn it!!!!!
(I'm talking about the inability for people on the interwebz to use a fucking apostrophe appropriately.)
I joke with my students, every year, when we're covering the 3 different ways to use these little gems, that "Apostrophe Abuse" is my biggest pet peeve in.the.world. I even show them this site and they all laugh and laugh and laugh.
Then, I'm perusing various internet sites where people blog, post, tweet, update, etc. and the sheer and utter lack of knowledge about this particular punctuation mark bugs the ever-loving shit out of me!!!!!!11ZOMGELEVENTY!
I understand, it's the internet, and due to text-speak, the English language has been compressed, recycled, and pretty much mangled into something that vaguely resembles its original form. (And by "original" I mean the language that I use and love...I don't want any language nerds yelling at me.) I should just let it go. Hell, this is the second post I've made about this same topic...obviously I think about it a great deal. I teach this stuff, I should.
The internet--for all of its speed and information--allows for anonymity to facilitate stupidity...and that's just sad.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Just Another Manic Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday...
ZOMG, I hate getting up for work. Well, it's not the getting up part that bugs, it's the getupshowergetreadypacklunchgetkidsupoutthedoorredlightredlightdropkidsoffrushtoworkwaitinahugeasslineofcarsbecausethestudentsareincapableofridingthebusorwalking.
It makes my mornings a bit stressful.
I try to get up earlier, but it seems like the earlier I got to bed, the harder it is to wake up and going to bed late...well, it has the effect you would expect it to. I guess I'm just destined to rush around all morning and have chest pains whilst screaming at the asshat that is driving 5 miles per hour under the speed limit while I get ready to educate the masses.
^That^ or switch jobs. LOL.
It makes my mornings a bit stressful.
I try to get up earlier, but it seems like the earlier I got to bed, the harder it is to wake up and going to bed late...well, it has the effect you would expect it to. I guess I'm just destined to rush around all morning and have chest pains whilst screaming at the asshat that is driving 5 miles per hour under the speed limit while I get ready to educate the masses.
^That^ or switch jobs. LOL.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Unbearable...Something of Something..
I really thought that the post title would be a riff on "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" and I was going to talk about weight. But then I realized that it sounded lame, hence the vague title.
I used to "joke" (like in high school and college) that I could never have an eating disorder...I like food too much. Ha, right? But looking back, I've flirted with eating disorders, in minor forms, in various times in my life. I'm what I call a "stress starver". When I get REALLY stressed out, don't eat. Literally. I can go for days eating maybe 100-200 calories a day, if that. I don't feel hungry, I can still go about my "normal" routines (keeping in mind that during these times, I probably wasn't working out, playing soccer, or doing much of anything physical), and I sleep just fine.
In addition to all ^that^ my waist defines, my hip bones become prominent, my collarbone, always jutting out, becomes razor-sharp against my skin. I revel in the fact that I can feel my vertebrae through my t-shirts, and I feel... Light. Ethereal. Transcendent.
However, I look...not so great. My face becomes gaunt, my hair is dry, and my eyes, which I consider the best part of me, become lifeless.
When I met Babe, I was coming off of the divorce to my son's father. While Ex and I are friends now, the demise of my marriage wrecked me, and I was around 110...a "healthy" me is 130. After Babe and fell in love, moved in together, and became a family, I started putting the weight back on. The size 2's and 4's that I bought because my 6's and 8's were falling off of me quit fitting...and I was okay with it. I called it my "happy fat". I was happy, so I ate--that's a good thing, right?
I wasn't, however, working out (thanks soccer injury and subsequent 4 surgeries!) and then I got pregnant with the girl...I had a healthy pregnancy, only gained 20 pounds, and it was gone by my 6 week post-partum check up.
Crap, I've totally lost the point of this post. Lemme see if I can find it...
<pause while I check>
Okay, here it is. Prior to joining getting serious about getting healthy, I was weighing in at 140, I think my highest non-pregnancy weight ever. I'm 5'3", so I was looking a bit heavy. I have an "hourglass" figure and I'm built, from the waist down, like a brick shithouse--my legs are usually pretty muscular while I've got big boobs, but I'm small framed up top. (My 2 year old daughter and I have almost the same-circumfrenced wrists...)
Somewhere in there, I started playing soccer again, but was eating like crap. Then, I found the "My Fitness Pal" food/calorie tracker on my Droid Market, started tracking calories, then found the actual website. Since then, I've started doing Turbo Fire, yoga, eating better, and feeling good.
The downside? I'm starting to feel that ethereal feeling creep into my brain... As I walk to use the restroom that's down the hall from my classroom at school, I look into the HUGE mirror, and revel in the fact that over the course of the school year, my waist has gotten smaller and smaller. This morning, Bay pushed up my shirt (she likes to look at my tattoos there) and she kept saying "What dat?" while she poked my vertebrae. It's become a contest with myself to see how many days in a row I can stay below my calorie count.
I need to remind myself that food=fuel. I tried to do a 55 minute Turbo Fire workout the other day after not eating breakfast--I was hydrated, thanks to the 40 ounces of water I drank that morning--but I half-assed my way through the workout because I was light-headed. (I still burned over 400 calories, though...whoopee!)
I need to figure out a way to not go overboard with my desire to lose 10 (a mere 10!) pounds and remind myself that it's about getting stronger...not light enough to float away.
I used to "joke" (like in high school and college) that I could never have an eating disorder...I like food too much. Ha, right? But looking back, I've flirted with eating disorders, in minor forms, in various times in my life. I'm what I call a "stress starver". When I get REALLY stressed out, don't eat. Literally. I can go for days eating maybe 100-200 calories a day, if that. I don't feel hungry, I can still go about my "normal" routines (keeping in mind that during these times, I probably wasn't working out, playing soccer, or doing much of anything physical), and I sleep just fine.
In addition to all ^that^ my waist defines, my hip bones become prominent, my collarbone, always jutting out, becomes razor-sharp against my skin. I revel in the fact that I can feel my vertebrae through my t-shirts, and I feel... Light. Ethereal. Transcendent.
However, I look...not so great. My face becomes gaunt, my hair is dry, and my eyes, which I consider the best part of me, become lifeless.
When I met Babe, I was coming off of the divorce to my son's father. While Ex and I are friends now, the demise of my marriage wrecked me, and I was around 110...a "healthy" me is 130. After Babe and fell in love, moved in together, and became a family, I started putting the weight back on. The size 2's and 4's that I bought because my 6's and 8's were falling off of me quit fitting...and I was okay with it. I called it my "happy fat". I was happy, so I ate--that's a good thing, right?
I wasn't, however, working out (thanks soccer injury and subsequent 4 surgeries!) and then I got pregnant with the girl...I had a healthy pregnancy, only gained 20 pounds, and it was gone by my 6 week post-partum check up.
Crap, I've totally lost the point of this post. Lemme see if I can find it...
<pause while I check>
Okay, here it is. Prior to joining getting serious about getting healthy, I was weighing in at 140, I think my highest non-pregnancy weight ever. I'm 5'3", so I was looking a bit heavy. I have an "hourglass" figure and I'm built, from the waist down, like a brick shithouse--my legs are usually pretty muscular while I've got big boobs, but I'm small framed up top. (My 2 year old daughter and I have almost the same-circumfrenced wrists...)
Somewhere in there, I started playing soccer again, but was eating like crap. Then, I found the "My Fitness Pal" food/calorie tracker on my Droid Market, started tracking calories, then found the actual website. Since then, I've started doing Turbo Fire, yoga, eating better, and feeling good.
The downside? I'm starting to feel that ethereal feeling creep into my brain... As I walk to use the restroom that's down the hall from my classroom at school, I look into the HUGE mirror, and revel in the fact that over the course of the school year, my waist has gotten smaller and smaller. This morning, Bay pushed up my shirt (she likes to look at my tattoos there) and she kept saying "What dat?" while she poked my vertebrae. It's become a contest with myself to see how many days in a row I can stay below my calorie count.
I need to remind myself that food=fuel. I tried to do a 55 minute Turbo Fire workout the other day after not eating breakfast--I was hydrated, thanks to the 40 ounces of water I drank that morning--but I half-assed my way through the workout because I was light-headed. (I still burned over 400 calories, though...whoopee!)
I need to figure out a way to not go overboard with my desire to lose 10 (a mere 10!) pounds and remind myself that it's about getting stronger...not light enough to float away.
Friday, March 4, 2011
10 Things: I've Learned Lately
1. I would much rather plow through a Big Mac that eat all the ice cream, candy, or other sweet things that is world has to offer. I'm a savory/fat addict!
2. "Pincesses" eat "nunules" for "dinure" in their "hastle". (Or, "Princesses eat noodles for dinner in their castle," in Bay-speak.)
3. If you cut off a huge hunk of your thumb, it will grow back.
4. RelishRelish.com is the absolute bomb! (It's a great menu-planning site that does your grocery list and everything!!)
5. Boo is smart...but he's obstinate when it comes to homework. He always says he doesn't know the answer but I know he does. Oy, he's going to give me an ulcer!
6. Babe should be on talk radio...he's so frelling funny!
7. Steel-cut oatmeal is really, really good!
8. I *do* know how to serve a volleyball over the coed net...it jut took me a while to figure it out!
9. Three-card poker is one card game I can follow.
10. I have a truly amazing group of friends. (Okay, I've always known this, but I've recently been reminded.) <3
2. "Pincesses" eat "nunules" for "dinure" in their "hastle". (Or, "Princesses eat noodles for dinner in their castle," in Bay-speak.)
3. If you cut off a huge hunk of your thumb, it will grow back.
4. RelishRelish.com is the absolute bomb! (It's a great menu-planning site that does your grocery list and everything!!)
5. Boo is smart...but he's obstinate when it comes to homework. He always says he doesn't know the answer but I know he does. Oy, he's going to give me an ulcer!
6. Babe should be on talk radio...he's so frelling funny!
7. Steel-cut oatmeal is really, really good!
8. I *do* know how to serve a volleyball over the coed net...it jut took me a while to figure it out!
9. Three-card poker is one card game I can follow.
10. I have a truly amazing group of friends. (Okay, I've always known this, but I've recently been reminded.) <3
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