In light of yesterday’s post, you should know that I stepped on the scale last night and discovered 15 blasts in two weeks really does make a difference... Who knew?
So, today’s topic? Exercise.
I hereby announce to blogo-world that I am going to become more active. I will not, however, take part in boring exercise and have no intention of doing things that involve words like “reps” , “laps”, or “try.” Just kidding.
I planwillworkout enjoy something fun and active 4 times a week.
It could be biking the greenway, taking a yoga class, rolling around on my super-cool roller blades, pretending I’m a back-up dancer while watching Beyonce’s “I AM” live concert DVD… There are a number of options.
Today I will load-up my i-pod and go people watching at the community center… while jogging. And since it’s 150 degrees outside, I will reward myself with a small blast on the way home. Just kidding.
I am currently in the middle of a nasty love affair with the dessert menu at Sonic…
If you’ve ever had ice cream from Sonic you know what I’m talking about, and if you haven’t…don’t go, because you will become addicted. Immediately.
Two weeks ago, I decided to treat myself to some ice cream. I pulled into Sonic, looked over their options and landed on a regular-sized Oreo Blast. This cup of goodness offered a large portion of vanilla ice cream with oreo chunks mixed throughout and sprinkled on top. Oh… and there was whip cream.
Since that fateful day, I have returned 8 times…all after 10 pm. This is embarrassing.
Typically I would consider myself a healthy eater, but one taste of that bad sugar and I lost my conscience, all will-power, and the ability to fit into pants with a button.
After my 4th consecutive night at Sonic, I looked down at myself and spotted sticky streams of melted oreo ice-cream running down my shirt, and when I looked in the rear-view mirror, there were major oreo stains in the crevices of my mouth. I looked like a toddler. This sight made me snap out of it and as I wiped up my mess I whispered, “You’re totally out of control.”
At that moment I made a decision to take back my dignity and partake in only one tasty Sonic treat a week. 4 hours later, I was feeling good about my decision when a friend unknowingly suggested we go get a treat from Sonic. I battled with my conscience for approximately ¾ of a second and then grabbed my keys. On the way there she mentioned a Strawberry Banana Chocolate Milk Shake. Say What?!??!? This option is not on the menu. (I would know. I’m there every day. )
I was quickly informed that this “unlisted” option is possible if you ask nicely. They simply mix their other milk shake flavors together to create the mixture you desire. Are you kidding me??!??
This knowledge opened a lot of doors I wasn’t prepared to close.
Since then, I’ve returned… I won’t say how many times, but let’s just say I’m Trying.
Long story short, I’m in a love/hate relationship with Sonic… and I’m addicted to the pain.
After eating lunch with my dad, stepmom, and sister today, I started thinking about when I used to share a house with the three of them... Here are some special memories that come to mind...
I always loved staying up late and watching episodes of the Twilight Zone...
It was creepy, but not too creepy, and the endings always left me stunned.
My dad surprised me with a box of Cheeze-Its everytime I came to visit. (Which in hindsight shouldn't have surprised me... if it was there every time. You can see, now, how Twilight Zone blew my mind.)
Cheeze-its + Twilight Zone = One gooood night
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I always enjoyed endless games of Thumb War... first with my dad, then with my sister.
Despite my double jointed thumbs and impressive left-hook, my sister still beats me now.
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I loved long conversations over coffee at the kitchen table. I LOVE that kitchen, I LOVE that coffee...
My step-mom even steamed the milk... Yummmmm
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Everytime I visited, my favorite type of ice cream magically appeared after dinner.
Then, money for a cone at Maggie Moo's magically appeared on my dresser the next day :)
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A visit to the big city meant a visit to the movie theater.
One memory that stands out was when I put a Reese's cup on my lap and then got so engrossed in the film that I crossed my legs and forgot. On my way out of the theater, I hopped on the escalator and as I slid up the 50 foot incline (with a hundred movie-goers behind me) the case of the missing Reese's dawned on me, and I looked down to discover a massive amount of melted chocolate covering the rear and legs of my light-colored khakis. As I realized the large crowd behind me must be looking up and drawing their own conclusions regarding this mysterious brown stain, I froze. When my girlfriend turned around to see what was holding me up, she immediately noticed the giant issue at hand, and looked at me with wide eyes. "It's chocolate... it melted." I said quietly... to which she gasped and died laughing. I, of course, was horrified.
But somehow, (with nothing less than a miracle) I managed to climb out of my teenage-egocentric tunnel vision and realize that, yes, the situation was quite humorous. And by the time we reached the house, we were both laughing hysterically. This is now one of my favorite memories, although I have not bought chocolate at a theater since, and never intend to ever. again.
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This is the Memory Game. Some call it Concentration.
I loved playing this game with my sister.
I loved it so much that I bought a version for my phone last year and play myself 2 or 3 times every week.
9 times out of 10 I score "Genius."
It's like what-evs.
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Lastly, one of the best things about this house was my room. The bed was super comfortable and the room was dark and cold and quiet, and if it weren't for the sweet pitter-patter of my little sister coming to wake me up, I would probably still be sleeping.
There are few things I love more than searching through an old library. The smell of aged books, the camaraderie of a large group of people all trying to stay quiet for one another, and the endless supply of free material makes a library visit heavenly.
Luckily, our city library has over 20 branches, one of which is smack dab in the middle of our neighborhood. Within 10 minutes, I can walk to the library and eagerly enter my “happy place.”
Last week, somewhere between running errands and an ice-cold Cherry Limeade from Sonic, I swung into the library parking lot and ran in. I browsed the brochures and community advertisements, stared at the Summer Reading section for a while, and then slowly began walking through the aisles. I examined hundreds of books, picking up at least one per every dozen. Eventually I left with more than I had anticipated, but that’s the joy of a library. You can go overboard, take risks, and never pay a penny...
Here’s what I got:
These suckers aren’t due for 3 weeks and I’m in heaven. Every free second I get, I run to The Bean Trees and read, read, read. The faster I read, the sooner I find out what happens to Taylor Greer, (the story’s awesome protagonist), the sooner I get to begin and finish the next two, and the sooner I get to go back and start over.