Archive for January, 2010

Two weeks down… 14 to go.

Friday, January 29th, 2010

If I had a time travel machine I would consider going back to last November, and telling myself, “Self, taking 6 graduate credit hours while working full time is not the greatest idea.”  Then, I would wisp off to 1991 to let the world know that spiral perms don’t look good on anybody.  Period.  I might pop into 2005 and invent a little thing called Facebook, too, while I’m at it. 

It’s not that I want to drop one of these classes, but I was a bit cocky last semester with my 2 credit hours and my three whole hours a week of free time.  Let’s get real for a minute: I had to skip Biggest Loser this week because I had so much to do for CU.  *Gasp*  I know.   Let’s get even realer: this is week two of the semester.  I’ve only been doing the readings from the text and postings – haven’t even started any papers or projects.   I can already tell these next few months will be hairy.  However, I’m glad to be getting along with this degree, and it seems to be cruising by pretty quickly. 

On another note: faithful readers who looked at last week’s blog know that I have made a big – probably dumb on my part – claim about getting buff this semester.  I want to be in a bikini by June 1st and will be posting a picture of just that on this very blog.  Dogs will recoil, grown men might cry, children will suffer irreprible damage to their corneas – nonetheless, I am doing it.  I had hoped it would incite a white-hot fear in me that forced me to work out.  So far, I haven’t yet “exercised” (I think that’s what you people call it), but I did not buy any oreos or red wine at the grocery store last week.  Baby steps. I’m feeling good – feeling good.

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Hello, 2010

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

Wow.  2010.  Unbelievable!  The last thing I remember is being an undergrad,  stocking up on bottled water in case Y2K took us all out and ”Livin’ Da Vida Loca” with Ricky Martin.  I started the 2000’s a bright-eyed 20 year old, tending bar, up all night partying… and finished them a puffy-eyed new mom, tending to bills and high school freshman, up all night with a wide awake toddler.  What a wonderful, strange trip it’s been.  Considering just how quickly the last decade zipped by is really wild – so wild, in fact, that I am thinking about how I want to spend the next ten.  No, Friends, this isn’t yo’ momma’s New Year’s Resolution.  They never really stick, do they?  Rather, I pledge not to “resolve” or fix but instead refocus and reclaim.  Let’s see what the twenty-teens will bring.  I’m putting some pretty big things out on the table; I’ll need witnesses.  

1) Master’s Degree: Sure, this is an easy goal because I’m already half through, I know.  However, I hope to use it sooner than later.  My original plan was to get the degree in Library Science and put it behind emergency glass, only breaking it out if I ever find myself desperate to get out of teaching and try something else.  That’s kind of cowardly now that I think about it.  Am I so afraid of trying something new that I wait for misery?  Nope, it’s time to grow some bells and apply for a new gig. 

2) Bikini: Let’s not mince words here; I have gotten a little chubby.  We all know it’s hard to fit in working out with a full time job, kids, and graduate school.  Sometimes I actually skip brushing my teeth just so I can get under the covers two minutes earlier.  Still, I want a hot bod, and I feel that this is my time.  I want to be strong, lithe, and lean and in a bikini by this summer.  In order to make it not just a fleeting resolution but an actual goal, I am prepared to do something crazy… something my coworkers have begged me not to do… something that will actually make me work out.  I am posting a picture of myself in a bikini on this very blog on June 1st.  Please, follow the journey and hold me to it.  Tell me to put down the oreos and red wine (my favorite night time snack) and get moving!  The picture will be up June 1st; the only question is will your eyes bleed or not? 

3) Homesteading: I have this kind of creepy fascination with homesteading.  Although I haven’t yet planted flowers in my own yard, I subscribe to Mother Earth News and clip articles on digging an outhouse and keeping goats for milk and cheese.  I don’t think the city of Arvada will zone me for goats, but there is no reason I can’t start small if this is something I’m really interested in.  Composting, growing my own veggies, baking my own bread – I can do some or all of these things.  Why not? 

There it is kids.  A new post full of new goals for a new semester, a new year and a new decade.  Please come back to see how it is all panning out.  People like inspiring stories… they also like trainwrecks… your odds of both are good!  

Peace,
Sarah

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