tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24320597186207741782024-03-12T16:51:24.665-07:00Truth Comes Knockingphotography, food, and thoughts.Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-31169402053477052332014-02-01T14:51:00.001-08:002014-02-01T14:51:29.911-08:00Closet-Part OneThe shelf in our closet became the place to store the items that had no home immediately upon moving in. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GIteis9wn0FheR7gzQ4o7inPtpXGuvn4_F1VEsnDnBmniSh-cyC2OlXse88j2Vh125CD4tJSI8PF-wAkIChzOoEg9TReHqexQ3NXphR2kE7OjDqA_j2PwOD2UvRyszOMA_h99aRU-eM/s640/blogger-image--1665535510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GIteis9wn0FheR7gzQ4o7inPtpXGuvn4_F1VEsnDnBmniSh-cyC2OlXse88j2Vh125CD4tJSI8PF-wAkIChzOoEg9TReHqexQ3NXphR2kE7OjDqA_j2PwOD2UvRyszOMA_h99aRU-eM/s640/blogger-image--1665535510.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVN3r4Nb1LYWEJCZv5c2Dt4dq4zKiygD34cQlzOE3gOYC-Af-BF1YGY4zC-GZ09sZZzJRUNcRybipfuy9pLRmTA4dkpKLeQTvEnaTYfE08hbnjwUX2brK2MObk6IIrvCnQMXeSDM1-UNQ/s640/blogger-image-434499251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVN3r4Nb1LYWEJCZv5c2Dt4dq4zKiygD34cQlzOE3gOYC-Af-BF1YGY4zC-GZ09sZZzJRUNcRybipfuy9pLRmTA4dkpKLeQTvEnaTYfE08hbnjwUX2brK2MObk6IIrvCnQMXeSDM1-UNQ/s640/blogger-image-434499251.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Upon taking everything out, it became clear that there was a place to put most of the items now that the rest of the house is pretty well organized. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVh_qs95b_LXbBYTbWZfG0gPEJ4KKjUVFJwJNbmDBERYQNRQ9r-0-PQUaAIDRvUHP90R1Mee3frTzo7B67s9gSK1zP0EWZQmJzWTAaHtp9kDBadnLL0itOoKzTaU2EHIiw6fWOsmeWtc/s640/blogger-image--1213301042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVh_qs95b_LXbBYTbWZfG0gPEJ4KKjUVFJwJNbmDBERYQNRQ9r-0-PQUaAIDRvUHP90R1Mee3frTzo7B67s9gSK1zP0EWZQmJzWTAaHtp9kDBadnLL0itOoKzTaU2EHIiw6fWOsmeWtc/s640/blogger-image--1213301042.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We had a variety of items: lovely gifts, fancy shoes, clothes to be mended, sentimental flowers, and so on. 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This includes the date night jar the Victorvillagers put together for our shower, Socktopus, a blank notebook, wedding cards, and Candice's lovely needlepoint pillow. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRYur6AfCVgxuWQuJs6WLHhhxvWICz6-hbU0RszM50xvUkP0j0fDIAp-TvdBK3LPzRna5F4X_dR3i-UEprOQ9wr4q041Ak0mbwG3bn-PjSFJF4HQ61v7QQpCVKKNrL58xqdv933kHyGY/s640/blogger-image-903913167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRYur6AfCVgxuWQuJs6WLHhhxvWICz6-hbU0RszM50xvUkP0j0fDIAp-TvdBK3LPzRna5F4X_dR3i-UEprOQ9wr4q041Ak0mbwG3bn-PjSFJF4HQ61v7QQpCVKKNrL58xqdv933kHyGY/s640/blogger-image-903913167.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I wrangled hiking items into a shoe box, but am unsure of whether I should keep any of it. 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It's not easy to get a selfie with a puppy. Not going for duck face in the second pic, btw. I was doing the ol' kissy noise please pay attention to me dog. </div>
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Another beautiful day and another great walk with my best buddy. </div>
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<i>How are your goals for the new year progressing? What's one accomplishment over the past few days that you're proud of?</i></div>
Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-86167306491383266322014-01-21T16:00:00.000-08:002014-01-21T16:00:00.731-08:002 Days Before New Years Resolutions<i>Original post was from another blog I was trying out, so please forgive the timing confusion. Obviously, it is not two days before the new year, but I'm copying all of my posts from there to my main blog, which I'd abandoned for far too long.</i><br />
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New Year's Resolutions tend to get dropped, right? So, my plan is to start a health & fitness plan two days before everyone else.<br />
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Inspired by Gracie's <a href="http://girlmeetslife.com/2013/12/lean-14/">Lean '14</a>, I've decided to use my new <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Breville-RM-JE98XL-Certified-Remanufactured-Extractor/dp/B005E0A1MI/ref=sr_1_6?s=kitchen&srs=2586360011&ie=UTF8&qid=1388460244&sr=1-6&keywords=breville">juicer</a> (thanks, Santa!) at least every morning to get a nutrient-packed start to the day and to complete the <a href="http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/05/09/the-scientific-7-minute-workout/?_r=0">New York Times 7-minute workout</a> daily.<br />
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I don't have any concrete goals in mind, which may turn out to be a problem. I do know that I'd like my skin to clear up and I'd like to have more energy. It would also be super great if my pants fit a bit better.<br />
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Today was day one and I had a juice for breakfast and a juice with lunch. I won't be able to have juice in the middle of the day once I go back to work, but I'll take advantage of having the rest of this week off. I recently watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1227378/">Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead</a>, which has fueled my juicing fire. I got both recipes for today's juices from the <a href="http://www.rebootwithjoe.com/">official website</a> for the movie, one of which was delicious and one of which I had to gag down. I despise the flavor of ginger and the recipe called for it, so I tried, but ew. From now on, I'll put a mixture of fruits and veggies together that sound good and hope for the best. I will no longer put in ingredients that I know I don't like.<br />
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I also completed the NYT 7-minute workout after dinner using <a href="http://www.perigee.se/seven.php">this</a> app. I love the app because it allows me to listen to my own workout mix while using the app. The app also alerts you with audio when it's time for a transition. If you're unfamiliar with the NYT 7M workout, it's a series of twelve body weight exercises that you do for 30 seconds each, followed by a ten second rest. The number of cycles is up to you. I'm only completing one cycle right now as I am absolutely physically inactive, but I'm confident I'll be completing multiple cycles by month end.<br />
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What I need now is a buddy for accountability and I'm set!Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-19424177977353375582014-01-21T08:00:00.000-08:002014-01-21T08:00:10.364-08:00DresserBedroom dumping ground number two is the dresser.<br />
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I fluctuate wildly day to day moment to moment between thinking I am the cutest cutie face ever to not even wanting to acknowledge or deal with my face that's always breaking out and splotchy, with my lifeless hair, with my belly fat and love handles, with my clothes that just never. fit. right.<br />
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But, listen. I'm not a <i>total </i>headcase. I know that I have all the elements of a beautiful lady. I just need to learn and be willing to invest time into making my look come together so that I can feel sure that I'm looking my best. Because those days when I'm wearing ill-fitting clothes and I've thrown my hair up in a messy bun and my makeup consists of chapstick, I just don't feel good.<br />
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Some people do and that's awesome. Yay, you guys! I fully support that. For me personally, though, I need to put some effort into myself to feel outstanding.<br />
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I took the day off work yesterday. I didn't request it off with the intention of O:CP in mind, but when I started visualizing my day off, I decided that I did want to start the journey into feeling better about the way I present myself to the world. It's crossed my mind a lot recently that it would be fun to start playing around with different hairstyles and makeup, since I pretty much do the same thing every day right now and with the help of <a href="http://pinterest.com/search/?q=hair">Pinterest</a> and tutorials from <a href="http://thebeautydepartment.com/hair/">thebeautydepartment.com</a>, there aren't any excuses. I could very seriously try a different hairstyle and makeup style every day for the next year and not repeat. Which is totally cray and I have no intention of doing, but I <i>could</i> if I wanted to. So, maybe two days a week, I'll play around with it.<br />
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Since I had nowhere to go yesterday, except Sprouts, I went with a sixties updo and what started out as a cateye, but turned into SmokeyTown, USA instead.<br />
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I posted the result of my playtime to <a href="http://instagram.com/p/Q5WzBAS76x/">Instagram</a> yesterday.(Can't figure out how to get Instagram pics in a post! Help?)<br />
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There ya go. That was my day off. I also made shutterbean's <a href="http://www.shutterbean.com/2012/curried-chicken-with-coconut-rice/">Curried Chicken with Coconut Rice</a> and even after reading her fair warning, I have stained my cuticles with curry and they, no matter how much I wash my hands, smell of onion and curry. Yums.<br />
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Curry cuticles. One more step toward confidence. It's the hot new thing.Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-24074547384916133702012-10-11T16:13:00.001-07:002012-10-11T18:36:55.618-07:00Upgrade/Downgrade: Babe<br />
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Arthur H. Hoggett is the soxiest and myohmy is she right! Hubba hubba!
Especially when he busts a move to cheer Babe up/miraculously heal him. (I’m
unclear on what happened during several parts of the movie since there was lively
conversation, a cute freckled child, two favorite kitties, fiesta
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would be crying. What was the sad part? When Babe’s all alone at the Hoggett
farm? He gets all snuggly with Fly, so that part didn’t get me. When Mama Sheep
dies? It was sad, yes. I didn’t celebrate. But crying? Not a tear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JTT voiced Babe when he said his first pathetic “Mama”, but alas. No JTT
here. Also!! Russi Taylor who has voiced every cartoon character in the
history of television and radio was Captain Kittyface! That’s the name of the
evil cat, right? The best thing about Russi Taylor is how she contributed to
what turns out to be a real thing: Jakers! The Adventures of Piggley Winks.
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autocorrect! Ferdinand is the duck!) He doesn’t console Fly when their babies
are adopted by the male movie version of me, he physically <i>abuses</i> her,
he tries to eat Babe while he’s apologizing, he bites Farmer Hoggett, and is
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Stillwell from <i>A League of Their Own?</i> Apparently now.
Grandson Hoggett is Wade Hayward and Stillwell is Justin Scheller. HOWEVER!
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herd sheep because his job is to stay behind and eat food. Sign me up! Best.
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Wow, daughter, that sounds awesome. Thanks ever so much for the totally rad
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states, "The man was following the bandits after they stole his eight
sheep when they turned on him and shot him." So, yeah. I'm not down with
sheep bandits, but way to be accurate, <i>Babe</i>!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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because it’s upsetting, but pigs totally killed and ate a farmer on 9/26. So,
yay <i>Babe</i> for having knowledge of the murderous tendencies of
seemingly innocent livestock, but this still stays in the cons column due to
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Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-78910670275781287242012-10-10T10:57:00.007-07:002012-10-10T10:58:43.819-07:00Three Things1. I am way more pleasant when I'm wearing a skirt. Insight into why this may be?<br />
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2. I know nothing about fashion, but I learned by experience last week that loose top plus loose bottoms is bad. Loose top plus tight bottoms or tight top plus loose bottoms are okey dokey. And tight top and tight bottoms together are aces.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(<i>via <a href="http://www.kendieveryday.com/">Kendi Everyday</a></i>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(<i>random Pinterest search</i>)</span><br />
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Foxy!<br />
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3. A coworker asked me about my upcoming nuptials and decided to offer this gem on the subject:<br />
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"Yeah, I want to get married, but every time I save up enough money to buy a ring, I buy something else instead."<br />
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Never tell your girlfriend that. Ever. Let her think you're not ready. It's better than her knowing that sunglasses and iPads or whatever are more important than she is.<br />
<br />Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-80331175721489643032012-10-09T10:35:00.002-07:002012-10-09T14:55:04.286-07:00Upgrade/Downgrade: IT Guy<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">C</span>’s computer will not power on. It’s just making a sound like it’s trying to, but nothing happens. Can you please help us out with this? She’s using J’s computer in the meantime.</div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">First thing to check are the basic things<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">Is the monitor on and set to the correct input<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">Is the monitoir cable securely plugged into the back of the computer<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">Is the monitor cable securely plugged into the back of the monitor<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">Does the pc make a beeping sound when it tries to turn on<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">If none of that works then try to replace the monitor .<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">Let me know<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">Is the monitor on and set to the correct input</span></i></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Uh...seriously? Is the monitor on? Have I never used a computer before? Am I a complete idiot?</span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">Is the monitoir cable securely plugged into the back of the computer</span></i></div>
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<span style="color: red;">What's a monitoir? Like a minotaur?</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Or is a monitoir a fancy French monitor? Maybe the computer's not working because it's busy eating crepes and smoking cigarettes while adjusting its beret?</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Listen. If I've checked to make sure the machine is on, I've also checked to make sure all plugs are secure. I'm not your great-grandma. I grew up with computers. These troubleshooting suggestions are just offensive.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Oh, sweet baby Jesus! It's not the monitor. The <b>computer</b> is the problem, not the monitor. The monitor is happy as can be. If my car's engine isn't starting, do I replace the headlights? Is that a solution, IT Guy?</span></div>
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Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-36861501556209844152012-01-10T19:14:00.000-08:002012-01-10T19:14:43.268-08:00BBQ Chicken EnchiladasI made a batch of <a href="http://forkinit.blogspot.com/search/label/crock%20pot">BBQ chicken</a> in the Crock-Pot to have some tasty protein on hand to add to salads. I found a great deal on chicken, so I bought a ton. I only used 4 breasts, but they were huge, so I got a ton of BBQ chicken out of it. I could only eat BBQ chicken salads for so many days before getting sick of it, so I started brainstorming some alternatives.<br />
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I've been wanting to try this <a href="http://www.howsweeteats.com/2011/12/thai-chicken-pizza/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+howsweeteats%2FsmSp+%28How+Sweet+It+Is%29">Thai Chicken Pizza</a>, but I'm trying to stick to a food budget this month (ugh) and was missing too many ingredients to make it. After a pantry & fridge check, enchiladas were the way to go.<br />
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<li>3 c shredded chicken</li>
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The enchiladas are spicy and delicious. The cookies are divine. Enjoy!Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-45272613981874445612012-01-08T09:51:00.000-08:002012-01-08T09:51:29.838-08:00Elfin ForestMy manfriend and I, on a recommendation from a coworker, hiked Elfin Forest in Escondido yesterday. I think we agree that it's now our favorite hike in San Diego County. There are so many different paths to take that it could be different every time you go. It's challenging, but not so difficult as to be discouraging. There are plenty of shaded areas mixed in with the sunshine-y bits. There are also some pretty incredible views along the way.<br />
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Dylan checks out the land we've conquered at the beginning of the hike. I dig his conquering pose.<br />
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We ended up hiking nearly 5.5 miles in a little over 2 hours.<br />
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Bonus pic from Friday night! We did a quick sunset hike up Cowles Mountain and used the new hats that Mama Barr gave us to help us along the way.<br />
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That's me at the peak. Always a lovely view of San Diego up top.<br />
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While I couldn't force myself to the gym three times this week as planned, two hikes in two days alleviates the guilt.<br />
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Happy Sunday all!Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-2328693367748740622012-01-06T12:08:00.000-08:002012-01-06T12:08:51.489-08:00New Years Goals (NOT RESOLUTIONS!)Not. Resolutions. I don't make them because I don't keep them.<br />
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I thought to myself toward the end of December that it would be nice to have monthly goals. I'd like to better myself. Always want to be improving and growing. Wouldn't it be nice to make new mind, body, and spirit goals each month? Of course it would!<br />
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January came with the following goals:<br />
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Mind: Complete 4 crosswords per week<br />
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Body: Complete my gym strength training workout 3 times per week.<br />
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Spirit: Learn to keep a plant alive.<br />
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Full disclosure: None of these goals is going very well.<br />
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Let me tell you something. New York Times crosswords are hard, friend. It's like they're written in some alien language. I should have, as mom suggested, started with the People Magazine crosswords. Those I can handle. You may show me a picture of Bradley Cooper for 1-across & I can fill in his name. I'm talented like that. But " 29-down: They're fed at the side of the road"? Um...pardon? Tigers? Astronauts? Weeds? Your mom? Couldn't that be anything that fits in the boxes? Anything?<br />
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I'll keep trying to complete them and perhaps they'll become easier with practice, but this week, I'm just frustrated.<br />
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My body goal has not even been attempted. I know what I need to do at the gym & had been doing it until this month. I also know what I can do at home on the days I don't go to the gym. But, this week, my fitness attempts have consisted of a few sets of triceps extensions, a few sets of one-arm dumbbell rows (heavier that I've ever attempted before, btw!), and a walk to the post office. Sad.<br />
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The worst part about it is not that I've missed my goal, but that I love working out & feel great afterward, but have been unable to push myself to do it. When I get home, I just need to put my gym clothes on and, if I still can't manage to exercise after that, then fine. I can lie in bed watching Morning Glory and No Strings Attached. I think changing clothes will push me enough, though.Update to follow.<br />
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Technically, my last goal is going very well since I haven't killed any plants this week. I'm not sure a plant could die that quickly. Mama Barr graciously gave me an herb garden for Christmas and the idea of having fresh herbs at home thrills me. I think I either water too much or don't water enough. I don't know how one figures out what the correct amount of water for each plant might be. Trial & error has not served me well in life as far as not killing plants is concerned. This goal is important to me, though. I'd like to think that I'll be able to have a functioning garden someday. I hear keeping plants alive is an integral part of a functioning garden.<br />
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It appears this has become a "how I failed at the New Year" post.<br />
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I've done one thing I'm proud of. Let's talk about that! I bought a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Line-Day-Five-Year-Memory/dp/0811870197/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1325880317&sr=8-1">journal</a> from amazon.com in which you write one line about each day for the next 5 years. I've written down the highlight of my day every day for five whole days. I know. I'm sort of an inspiration. I know it'll be great to look back on this in 2017 and see what made me happy through the years.<br />
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I hope everyone's first week of the new year has been lovely and successful and that the following 51 weeks are as well!Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-85618933383511908682011-12-23T08:47:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:47:49.813-08:00Parenting Advice from a Non-ParentRule #1 when I'm a mom will be not to break my kids down. There are enough other people and situations in the world that will do that.<br />
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I want my kids to think they're good at everything and, equally importantly, that I think they're good at everything.<br />
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I've mostly lost my voice due to this nasty cold and what's left of it would best be described...hmm...imagine that a baritone and a frog had a baby and he loved to sing? Like that.<br />
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While butchering Christmas songs this morning (due to my cold, mind you, not my normal, lovely singing voice), I was lamenting to my mom that I wouldn't be able to sing carols this year. I proposed that maybe I could be the Christmas whistler. After a quick audition, she said that perhaps I'd be more suited for the bells or accordion.<br />
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Now, this was all in jest, of course.<br />
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But why not lift your kids (even if they're adults) right on up? Fill those self-esteem buckets to the brim.For whatever reason, kids still look to their parents for approval, whether they're 2 or 32.<br />
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Your kid stinks at baseball. Practice with them in the backyard.<br />
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Your ballerina isn't graceful. Applaud after every living room performance.<br />
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Your little poet can't rhyme. Hang those poems on the fridge.<br />
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Your Christmas whistler can't carry a tune. Let her whistle in your fictional caroling scenario, for crying out loud.<br />
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Who ever heard of a Christmas carol accordion player anyway?Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-21646390935715094772011-12-19T12:19:00.000-08:002011-12-19T12:19:38.256-08:00BragFest 2k11Want to know how busy my weekend was? I'll tell ya! This is my Saturday afternoon post. But, wait. It's Monday at noon, you say?<br />
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And now we begin the BragFest. Guess what I did Saturday morning! All before 11:30 am! I <strike>ran</strike> <strike>walked</strike> mostly ran a 5K. My very first! Exclamation!<br />
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That there's my sexy race shirt. Did I actually raise any money for Habitat for Humanity? No. I signed up for the race to try to motivate myself to train. Did I train? No. This isn't the first time I've tried this type of coercion on my laziness , but this is the first I've actually gone through with the race and the end of the failed training attempt.<br />
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First 5K: 38:13. Not tooooo shabby with no training, right? Right?<br />
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Guess what else I got in my race goody bag?<br />
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After the race, I drove my butt home to make some breakfast. I was craving some breakfast sausage, but had none, so I made the most aesthetically displeasing lumps of meat I've ever seen.<br />
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Know what? They also didn't taste so good. I need a little more spice in my sausage. (That's what she said) Ah well. <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/breakfast-sausage/detail.aspx">allrecipes</a> can't always be right.<br />
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You know when they are right? When I need some meat-a-balls and they lead me to heaven, or as the case may be, <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/meatball-nirvana/detail.aspx">Meatball Nirvana</a>.<br />
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These bad boys...oh lord, you guys...these are delicious. The flavor is spot-on and the texture is light. I made some of Papa Russ's World Famous Marinara Sauce to accompany them, but then realized I had no pasta nor did I even have a roll to throw everything on.<br />
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Woe is me. Such is the life of an ill-prepared cook.<br />
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I took a nap to cope.<br />
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Hope you all had as fulfilling a Saturday as I.Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-3045027712856380572011-12-16T12:24:00.000-08:002011-12-16T12:24:26.196-08:00A Couple QuestionsWhy will Words with Friends not allow me to spell <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludacris">Luda</a> like this?<br />
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It's called <i>language</i>, WWF. It evolves. Keep up.<br />
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Please explain to me how my bed, which is always right up against the wall, ended up like this sometime in the night.<br />
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Please do keep your minds out of the gutter.Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-32094552348558867912011-11-28T09:49:00.000-08:002011-11-28T09:49:43.846-08:00GarbageNot really, though. I just couldn't come up with a clever name for this delicious dish.<br />
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I originally named it Swiss Cheese Mashed Potato Brisket Egg, but Dylan gave me his "you're a crazyface" look at that title, so...<br />
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Suggestions?<br />
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It was damn delicious and kept me full on the drive to Palomar Mountain, through a 4 mile hike, and on the drive back.<br />
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Miraculous!<br />
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The Universe commands it.<br />
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See, I'm on a fitness kick thanks to <a href="http://laframboisesauvage.wordpress.com/">Candice</a> and <a href="http://fitocracy.com/">fitocracy</a>. I've been, for the first time EVER, working out regularly and actually pushing myself.<br />
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The Universe gave me a gentle hint last week when two girls walked into the dinky gym in my complex ahead of me. They proceeded to plop themselves unceremoniously on the last two machines. One of those was supposed to be mine! Do you know what they did then? I'll tell you. They sat there and talked, their legs barely moving. Who are these people? I did some weights in the meantime, realized no one was giving up a machine any time soon, and began a quick walk back home. I consider that quarter mile my cardio for the day.<br />
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I brazenly ignored that subtle hint, though, and hiked on both Wednesday and Saturday last week. I do what I want, Universe! I've been a bit sore, but was ready to get back into the game today until the Universe decided to BREAK ME!<br />
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I was nesting last night. Like vacuum under the bed, rearrange the furniture, put unwanted clothes in a bag for the thrift store levels of nesting. When I was done, I thought I'd attack the kitchen while I was at it. I opened the dishwasher to throw some dirties in and then, being the multi-tasker that I am decided to start the baked oatmeal I had planned for breakfast. I went to my room to grab the ol' laptop and, as I walked back to the kitchen, I began to search for the recipe. Multi-tasking! Woot!<br />
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Holding a laptop.<br />
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Walking into the kitchen.<br />
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Now I'm going to need you to picture this last part in slow motion.<br />
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I walk full speed into the open dishwasher door. I manage to hit it with both shins simultaneously. I begin to fly (no joke) over the door. In that instant, my laptop was worth more than my life because I hold it up in the air as I come crashing down to the ground. In that last moment before the collision, I managed to turn so I wouldn't land on my face.<br />
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Good news: laptop & face are fine!<br />
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Bad news: my ass is broken.<br />
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I caught a lot of air as I sailed over the dishwasher door and all that weight came down on my right cheek. I could not sleep on that side last night. I can not sit on it today. It's such a deep injury that there's not even a bruise yet (but, lord, there are some nasties on my shins).<br />
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In any case, it didn't work. I'm still doing Miramar Lake's five miles today.<br />
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I'm not sure I'm ready for what the Universe has in store for me next. Wish me luck!Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-12256563718962709482011-11-11T09:30:00.000-08:002011-11-11T09:33:02.114-08:00My Favorite Veterans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1jklT0o_0U/Tr1Z34WErRI/AAAAAAAAEq4/Qgjet9kCz-g/s1600/11+-+4" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1jklT0o_0U/Tr1Z34WErRI/AAAAAAAAEq4/Qgjet9kCz-g/s320/11+-+4" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wish I could have known you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Many thanks and love to all our Veterans today and every day.</div>Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-82450778261131396772011-10-31T11:18:00.000-07:002011-10-31T11:18:28.140-07:00Lake Poway LoopIt doesn't matter how close to defeat (death, more accurately. Let's be honest.) I am after the Lake Poway Loop hike. When I come around that last corner to see this<br />
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and the cool breeze that comes through begins to ease the heat stroke I've nearly suffered, it all seems worth it.<br />
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It <i>is</i> worth it.<br />
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Yes, I have sausage fingers from the pooling blood.<br />
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Yes, I have released nearly a gallon of sweat, all of which the back of my shirt has collected.<br />
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Yes, I have muttered a string of words that would make my mother cringe throughout the loop.<br />
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Yes, I am covered in a fine layer of dust.<br />
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Yes, my face is bright red & I'm wearing a LoJack hat because that's all my stepdad had & this new haircut has my hair all up in my face otherwise.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helllooo! (Creepy shadow hand attacking me. Who's got photography skills? I do! I do!)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>But, you know what? I accomplished something. I decided to go on this hike, I went alone (thanks a lot, lazy-ass friends!), and I finished.<br />
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And I feel damn good.Dawn at Revenge of the Thirdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15338807692555590588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432059718620774178.post-40177191726014676752011-10-27T09:19:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:19:33.740-07:00LamboThey offered me a loaner at the body shop, but I told them that wouldn't be necessary since I'd be out of town for the weekend.<br />
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