<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242</id><updated>2012-02-01T07:13:28.542-08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='running'/><category term='out to eat'/><category term='weigh-in'/><title type='text'>Anna Lesa Bookin</title><subtitle type='html'>My small place in the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-648851534924586490</id><published>2012-02-01T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:13:28.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good kind of sore</title><content type='html'>I went to boot camp last night, have not been for a while, so I'm kinda feeling the muscles again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually quite a bit of fun, I could really tell that I am slimming down a bit, I didn't feel like I was impeeded by my gut.  Sorry if that is tmi!  The other thing was that I wanted more action, more cardio, less rest between the sets, so I kind of walked in circles, and boogied a bit to the music when others were resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some of it is trying to make up for the weekend of crap that I managed to eat.  Sunday was not good.  Peanut butter m&amp;m's, a tub of buttered movie theater popcorn (at the movie, of course), veggies and dip (wanted the dip, ate veggies rather than chips or pretzels) crackers, salami and cheese, more m&amp;m's....  I ended up tossing the rest of the m&amp;m's because I could not seem to stay away from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the scale showed it the next morning.  It's a work in progress....  I was hoping to be somewhere around 20 pounds down for Valentine's Day, but I'm not sure that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright spot is that I can tell that I am trimming down, as in the way clothes fit, and people are noticing that there is a bit less of me around.  And I can run faster... did 6 miles on Saturday in an hour and four minutes.  Which is excellent for me, as I quite often run about 11 min miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months down, 9 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-648851534924586490?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/648851534924586490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=648851534924586490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/648851534924586490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/648851534924586490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2012/02/good-kind-of-sore.html' title='The good kind of sore'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-4933822197291244125</id><published>2012-01-16T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:19:31.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend indulgence</title><content type='html'>Spent the weekend in Chicago.... went there to help out with a Team Ortho race, which indcidently, was postponed.  There is a story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weather folks were predicting snow.  So the police chief thought it might be a repeat of "snowmageddon"... and on THURSDAY morning, said that TO could not hold the race that weekend.  48 hours before the race.  Seriously, this is the midwest people, and if you don't like the weather, wait a few hours!!!!  Saturday dawned as a good day for a race - but it had already been moved to the following weekend.  TO got a bit of a black eye from people, for something that was not within their control.  The police have control over the streets, and if they say you can't use them - you can't use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, they still had a packet pickup on Friday, which I worked.  About 10 hours on my feet.  With not a lot of food involved (I did try to contain myself during the day) but at the end, I was exhausted, and hungry, and out with the group... I indulged in a pulled pork sandwich on a pretzel bun, a couple of beers, and Ice Cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, since E had spent the night with me downtown, we decided to go someplace for breakfast.  I had crepes filled with eggs scrambled with avacado, mushrooms and cheese.  With fruit and pancakes.  Ate one of the crepes and half of the pancakes.  Crepe was interesting, would have been a better meal if it would have been more of a savory rather than a sweet crepe, but I went for something really different....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon I wandered around downtown Chicago for quite a while. I was thining I wanted to find a local-type place for a beverage and a snack, and wandered into a place that had a promising name:  the Tilted Kilt.  Not so much.  Think of a Scottish take on Hooters.  I decided that I didn't want to give them my money!  Of course by the time I got back to the 'burbs, I was starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I at food at the bowling alley where E was attending a swap meet (muskie stuff).  Beer, chips and cheese, and chicken fingers.  Not the Chicago food I was looking for!  So later, I had some pizza.  Yep.  Kind of overdid the grease factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a trip back, a stop at a brewery for a tour and a taste, and lunch in town.  A wonderful Reuben sandwich with REAL corned beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of the indulgences, it would appear that I am up about 5 pounds.  So this week will consist of tracking and exercise, again...  which is what needs to be done anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think it was worth it.  Food was pretty good, and the company was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-4933822197291244125?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/4933822197291244125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=4933822197291244125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4933822197291244125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4933822197291244125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-indulgence.html' title='Weekend indulgence'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6852744210683311251</id><published>2012-01-09T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:43:41.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update</title><content type='html'>without Kevin Neeland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sort of a different weekend.  But not in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a run on Saturday morning.  Had to make up for the 30 minutes missed on Friday.  Ran 5.5 miles.  In an hour.  I would consider that pretty decent.  After that, it was back to the house to shine and buff.  Myself.  Then I worked on some sewing repair projects (hemming my dress, fixing Eric's belt)  Eric and I went to the annual gala for the Saint Paul Jaycees on Saturday evening.  I think I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself - the dress I got on Thursday was very lovely, and I got lots of compliments.  Objective achieved!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after my WW meeting (down again!) I worked on getting all of the Christmas decorations taken down, sorted, organized into bins, and put back into the attic.  Sometimes I think it takes longer to put them away then to put them out!  And while I was at it, I ended up re-arranging the living room.  I'm kind of digging the new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day, and I think I am going to go home, change, lace up my running shoes and head out for a run...  because I need to move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6852744210683311251?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6852744210683311251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6852744210683311251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6852744210683311251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6852744210683311251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend update'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2790352663228889882</id><published>2012-01-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:01:09.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time, baby</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone is here, but honestly, I don't mind... this is more for me than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, there are the best of intentions, but when push comes to shove, things sometimes get shoved out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a few topics:&lt;br /&gt;Weight Watchers - re-joined again in November.  Said I would give it a year.  And I watched and logged and tracked over the holdiays.  The result?  At my last WI, I am down a total of 12 pounds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running - my group is doing "100 days of activity" and we are to do 30 minutes of activity each day for 100 days.  Have kept up so far, but we will see what tonight brings...  was going to get up this morning, but didn't want to rouse myself out of the warm bed....  we are going to see Curtis tonight, at my MIL's house, and who knows what the food plan will be.  I might just have to go out for a walk at some point to get in my minutes.  Not that that is a bad plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work - yanno, people are sometimes idiots.  We moved into a new building, and while the new office is nice, there are just some bugs to be worked out.  As in we cannnot go into the office area upstairs where the mail room and supplies are after 4pm on weekedays, and there is no access on weekends.  Seriously.  Like what am I going to do other than try to get my mail, or a ream of paper if I need it?  And don't get me started on the heat - for two days it was 62 in the office because the fan had somehow been shut off.  Glad I still had my lap blanket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband - sill more of the same.  I love him, but he drives me nuts sometimes.  I told him the other day - I would like you do do more.  Like instead of laying down on top of the folded laundry on the bed... put it away!  And the dishes in the sink, don't just add to the pile, load the dishwasher!  But he is very sweet about a lot of other things.  I just wish he wasn't so giving.... he gave both me and my mother his cold.  I told him that my mom does not like him anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Races - am only registered for one race this year.  Ragnar.  Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaycees - I am aging out.  I am done with my board committment, and cannot be on the board any more.  Both happy and bittersweet.  In some ways, a bit of a relief - now I can work on me, and house projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I need to run, have an appointment for work, then I get massaged this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2790352663228889882?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2790352663228889882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2790352663228889882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2790352663228889882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2790352663228889882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-long-time-baby.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time, baby'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2398177767292515978</id><published>2011-01-17T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:50:58.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GSD</title><content type='html'>Gettin' Stuff Done -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the theme of the moment.... but I did feel like I didn't get much done last weekend, while I was sitting on the couch crocheting like a mad woman to get an afgahn done.  Of course, when I reflect back on it - I did get a bit accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I went to the Sportsman's show at the Rivercenter.  Got some info on houseboating in Voyager's National Forrest, and bought a couple of camping things - a stadium chair, and an small axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I went for a run with my running group, worked on fixing the shower surround, did 4 loads of laundry (including my delecates) cleaned the bathroom, changed the sheets on the bed... and watched movies while crocheting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I worked on reading my book club book, worked more on the shower surround (as I didn't use enough "glue" the first time), did some more laundry, made bread (healthy bread in 5 minutes a day - whole wheat brown rice bread... had all the ingredients on hand, like vital wheat gluten, and ground flaxseed), picked up around the house, cleared out some stuff that went into "donate" bags that will need to be dropped off at some point, went to a movie with a friend, and worked on the afgahn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.  Hmmmm.  I think we are going to look for a new computer.  Ours, I believe is dead, Jim.  It won't power up anymore.  Although, it's probably not as bad as it seems, as all it is really used for is for Eric to e-mail and surf the internet.  I might have lost some photos, but most everything was backed up not too long ago.  I don't know if it's worth it to take it somewere to see if they can recover anything.  And the computer - we got it before we got married, so it's at least 9 years old.  It was time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to finish the afgahn this week.  Then it's on to the next project.  What it will be, I don't know at this point... perhaps it will be time to work on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2398177767292515978?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2398177767292515978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2398177767292515978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2398177767292515978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2398177767292515978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2011/01/gsd.html' title='GSD'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8058657047372434518</id><published>2011-01-13T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:18:27.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A free weekend</title><content type='html'>Nothing much planned for the weekend - other than going for a run on Saturday morning... not sure what I am going to do with myself, as my husband left for Chicago this morning, and will be gone until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might finally try and "fix" the shower.  The surround was never sealed correctly when we put it up a year or so ago, and I can bathe in the tub - Eric doesn't want to do it because then he can't shower for two days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will cook up some meals - doing pretty well at using stuff up - last night made chicken and shrimp in a wine sauce.  Protein from the freezer, tomatos that were canned from the garden, celery that needed to get used, as it's a bit limp, over some brown rice I got when Tom was cleaning out the cupboards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even emptied out some of the fridge drawers, and washed them and the bottom of the fridge last night.  What is it about having things clean that makes me happy?  I don't really enjoy the "cleaning" part, but after it's done, that's what I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been "eh" for both food and exercise.  Work meetings, with lunch and snacks brought in (I know I don't have to eat the afternoon cookies... but I do anyway!) and I have just a bit of a cold, which means I wake up with a sore throat and congested sinuses.  I know.  Excuses.  At least I'm admitting it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just getting back into the groove of things - and let me tell you, I am glad I am not on the Jaycee board this year.  I am still working on things to wrap up last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, not much else to say, other than I am sick of all the snow here in Minnesota!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8058657047372434518?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8058657047372434518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8058657047372434518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8058657047372434518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8058657047372434518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2011/01/free-weekend.html' title='A free weekend'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1876466816994228366</id><published>2011-01-06T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T07:45:46.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making things work</title><content type='html'>with what you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one more thing I am going to make an effort at is to utilize what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With food - we have a freezer full of meat and frozen vegetables, and other things. The cupboard is full of canned goods.  We have lots and lots of rice and pasta.  So one of the things I am going to make an effort at is preparing food from what is in the cupboard/fridge/freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made a slab of pork spare ribs.  I had gotten a couple of slabs of ribs when they were on sale at Cub Foods, and they have been in the freezer for a while.  I put one package in the fridge on Sunday night to defrost.  Made them last night for dinner - using a bit of "rub" that I had gotten as a freebe at a convention a couple of years ago.  To go with the ribs, I made some Trader Joe's Harvest blend cous cous blend (that I had gotten when my grandmother and her husband were clearing out their cupboard), and some yellow summer squash that I had blanched and frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was good.  And I made it from stuff I had on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I was thinking I would do is get a new dress for the Saint Paul Jaycees annual gala.  But I'm not feeling the clothing love right now - plus I have all of these scabs on my arms from the bug bites... so I am going to wear a dress with a jacket that I already own.  I tried it on last night, and it fits and looks decent, so there you are, no need to spend more money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not spending a lot of money right now is a good thing... with the credit card bill that has the car repairs (to the tune of about $1500) and just after Christmas... well you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in a moood to use things up, clear things out, and use what I have.  And I will be content with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1876466816994228366?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1876466816994228366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1876466816994228366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1876466816994228366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1876466816994228366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-things-work.html' title='Making things work'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8905961457293729587</id><published>2011-01-05T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:11:53.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>I don't know where my motivation went.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, I started WW again.  Went to 4 meetings, then the work travel and Christmas/New Year's holidays set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had intentions of going to a meeting, but post New-years, I'm just not wanting to deal with the crowds.  I was thinking that perhaps my "New Year" would start in February... in the meantime, I am making a great effort to get all of the crap food out of my house - but by eating it myself.....  probably not the best of plans.  Seems like the days start out good - and then I get home and things get thrown out the window:  Yesterday I had breakfast of yogurt and granola.  Lunch was a cobb salad.  Dinner?  Cheese curds, chips and salsa, 4 pieces of chocolate and a bowl of granola and milk.  All eaten by wandering through the kitchen, and picking up something else to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my new year's resolutions?  I have two:  one is to continue to make the bed every day - I made that as a resolution several years ago - and the second is to hang up my coat each time I get home, instead of flinging it on a chair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small steps, that lead to a better organized and cleaner house.  Which makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to happiness!&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8905961457293729587?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8905961457293729587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8905961457293729587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8905961457293729587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8905961457293729587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6662333740985364117</id><published>2010-12-29T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:24:59.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIserable Me</title><content type='html'>I have bites up and down my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New ones seem to be showing up each day... but I still can't see any "signs" that they are in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading more information on the internet than I actully cared to about bedbugs, how to find them, what they are, what the bites look like, how to treat them, how to get rid of them....  you get the picture.  I still have some hope that there are none in my house - even though I keep finding new bites.  Because, some of the infomration I have read says that it might take up to 14 days for bites to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I read that today.  Before I thought it was a couple of days, and I was completely freaked out that new bites kept showing up.  And I was paranoid and afraid to go to sleep in my bed, because I didn't want to get bitten again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only silver lining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clean house.  One thing I have seen all over the place is how you need to get rid of as much clutter as you can, and to do a good cleaning.  So that is what will happen to the bedroom tonight.  The bins of clothes under the bed?  They are leaving.  The piles of papers that are stacking up next to Eric's nightstand - they need to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room recieved a throuough cleaning on Monday - pulled out all the furniture, used the wand to clean between the wall and carpet, pulled everything out of the front closet and vacuumed the floor.  And while I was at it, I dusted and/or vacuumed all of the furniture, dusted the wall hangings, and the lights, and did a little re-arranging of furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman with a mission - watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6662333740985364117?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6662333740985364117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6662333740985364117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6662333740985364117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6662333740985364117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/12/miserable-me.html' title='MIserable Me'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6067169098523235309</id><published>2010-12-23T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:41:42.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Tight</title><content type='html'>And don't let the bedbugs bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I couldn't follow it this week.  Yep.  The hotel I stayed in had bedbugs.  I was very unexcited to discover that yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although - I think they were not in the room the first night for a couple of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. After I woke up and discovered a bug crawling across my pillow - I noticed some blood streaks on the bed and pillow.  And there were even more after I killed more bugs... I didn't see this after the first night there.&lt;br /&gt;2. I pulled sheets and mattress covers off of both beds, and could not see any more bugs hiding in/around the mattresses/bedframes.&lt;br /&gt;3. I couldn't see any bites on me yesterday morning.  This morning (after sleeping at home where I know there are not bugs) I noticed a number of bites on my arms - evidently they took a day to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to believe that the room was not totally infested.  As in, I think the bugs got there when they changed the sheets after the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I was quite skeeved out to discover the nasty critters sharing my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed up my stuff, and threw the suitcase in the back of the pickup truck.  When I got home, the clothes (wool pants, Christmas sweaters, wool/leather jacket) that could not be washed in hot water went in a plastic bin, which will remain in the garage for a month or so.  The suitcase, laptop bag, and another bag were put there too.  The rest of the clothes were put in the washing machine, and washed with hot soapy water, and treated to a high-heat dry cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers for me and hope I didn't bring them home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleck.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6067169098523235309?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6067169098523235309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6067169098523235309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6067169098523235309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6067169098523235309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-tight.html' title='Sleep Tight'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-9204470200481509596</id><published>2010-12-03T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:50:13.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrained</title><content type='html'>That was me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm went off this morning at 5 - I know better than to crawl back into bed if I'm actually going to exercise, but that's what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't get up quite soon enough to shower, pack a lunch, gather everything together and get myself to work for my 7:30 conference call... as I was driving to work, I wondered why I was having so much trouble seeing things down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized that I had forgotten to wear my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't QUITE as bad as that sounds - I am legal to drive without my glasses, but I just prefer seeing things just a little bit clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an umrelated topic, I was not elected to the board of the running group.  In many ways, I'm relieved about it.  I really don't need any more things to which I need to commit my time.  I will still be a member, and that's all I really wanted, to make sure there was still a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I have things at work that I need to accomplish today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-9204470200481509596?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/9204470200481509596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=9204470200481509596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/9204470200481509596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/9204470200481509596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/12/scatterbrained.html' title='Scatterbrained'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6268612244786114135</id><published>2010-12-02T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:08:24.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountability</title><content type='html'>Doing what you say you are going to do.  Doing what you are supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Eric was a little disgruntled this morning, because some of his co-worker "couldn't be bothered" to do the work that they were assigned this morning - something that needed to be done before he could do a specific job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him:  "So you don't like it when people don't get things done that they are supposed to in a timely manner?"  His response:  "I don't like the direction this conversation is taking..."  I was a bit mad at him on Tuesday evening and on Wednesday morning, as he missed his deadline for open enrollment at work.  It was on the 30th, and because of that, he does not get some extra long term disability, and has to pay and extra $5 per office visit co-pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi kettle, meet the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really hates it when I use logic to make a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another accountability front - I went out to lunch with a vendor today.  Only ate half of the meal that I ordered - I ate until I was satisfied, thought about eating more because it was good, but had them box up the leftovers.  Of course now I have to figure out points for a chicken artichoke flatbread pizza.  And a bit of baguette with butter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scale this morning was not as nice as yesterday, but I can't let the scale hops distract me from the bigger picture.  I know it hasn't been that long, but some of my clothes are feeling looser.  Or maybe it's just me feeling a bit better.  Who knows, but I just need to keep up keeping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be all.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6268612244786114135?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6268612244786114135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6268612244786114135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6268612244786114135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6268612244786114135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/12/accountability.html' title='Accountability'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6878501115438840731</id><published>2010-12-01T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T07:39:35.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It might not be a lot, but at least it's something.</title><content type='html'>Biked on the trainer again this morning in the basement.  8 miles/30 minutes.  I say again, as I did the same thing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I stepped on the bathroom scale this morning, and it shows that I am down another pound.  I guess that's what accountability will do for you, and not shoving things down my throat willy-nilly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all of the sweet treats that were in abundance at the meeting I attended last night.  I stuck to decaf coffee.  The running group I belong to is changing into a member-run club, with a board and a president and everything.  I put my name in to be on the board, because I feel strongly that the group should continue.  But - this might seem strange - I didn't vote for myself.  Still on the fence on weather I want to be on yet another board.  If elected, I will serve my term, but if I'm not elected, it's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's turning out to be a rather quiet week at work, which isn't all bad.  Next week, I am in Calgary all week.  We will see how that goes.  I actually a bit nervous about staying on track, as there's usually a LOT of alcohol involved, and I often indulge a bit too much because I start getting cranky... away from home, etc.   The week after that, I am taking as vacation time.  Because I have to use it up by the end of the year, or I lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans are:  house cleaning, putting up Christmas decorations, and in general, getting ready for the holidays.  Not sure what they will look like this year - my parents will be gone, they are going to my sister's house in Oklahoma, and we had all of my mom's side of the family in town for Thanksgiving.  Perhaps it will be just some quiet time with Eric and I.  Which is not always a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onward.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6878501115438840731?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6878501115438840731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6878501115438840731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6878501115438840731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6878501115438840731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-might-not-be-lot-but-at-least-its.html' title='It might not be a lot, but at least it&apos;s something.'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-5567878301210228567</id><published>2010-11-30T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T07:49:38.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like the pot calling the kettle fat...</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone is still out there.  I just have not had a lot I've wanted to talk about lately... well on my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started out as a place to ramble about my running, and some weightloss stuff, and just general randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not figured it out, the running and weightloss have not been going so great.  And if you are wondering about the title of the post - well, suffice to say, I have been looking at a number of folks, and thinking about how they have put on some weight over the months and/or years.  Then I took a good look at myself, and I hate to admit, but I definately fall into that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I headed myself back to WW meetings.  I talked to a friend, and she also decided to go to meetings with me.  So some extra motivation.  That never hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to go to a meeting on November 13th - but the location we had planned to go to had moved, and we didn't realize it until it was too late to get to the meeting on time.  So we went to a meeting on the 14th.  And I HATED the number on the scale.  Reality really does bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going okay.  I was quite jealous of my friend who lost over 5 pounds the first week.  Me? .6 pounds lost.  After a week of travel, and of getting back into some running... but I weighed in after Thanksgiving, and am now down a total of 3 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new WW program?  I'll give it a chance, but it's not as simple as it used to be.  There is this "mysterous" formula for calculating how many points are in food, and you need the electronic calculator to do so.  Quite honestly, I can see the need for change, and the rationale, but if it's not simple or something that can be "swag'd" by calorie content, I'm not sure if it's gonna stick.  Like I said, I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an exercise-related front... I have a thought in my head.  I know I said I would not do it again... but I'm actually considering running another marathon.  Kind of like a 2-3 year plan.  First, I need to take off some of the weight, so I take some stress off of my knees, then I will take it slow and easy.  Next year, I'll look to do a couple of 10K's, and perhaps a half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that, New Year's resolutions - a month early!&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-5567878301210228567?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/5567878301210228567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=5567878301210228567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5567878301210228567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5567878301210228567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-like-pot-calling-kettle-fat.html' title='It&apos;s like the pot calling the kettle fat...'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8969285374592505951</id><published>2010-06-30T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:18:52.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can be crazy</title><content type='html'>I feel like my life is pulling me in lots and lots of directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my exercise routine is suffering.  I don't want it to, but seems like I have too much going on, between the travel, the voulnteer work, the travel, the spending quality time with hubby, family and friends, the travel, the laundry and housework, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signed up to run a half marathon on the 4th of July.  I was pretty excited to do so, and had a training plan put together, but I've skipped a lot of the runs.  Or shortened them.... and did a 150 mile bike ride during the middle of the training.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will finish, but I don't think it's going to be pretty.  As in, I will probably average 12 minute miles.  And I know I can do better.  That's the frustrating part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Harvey, ND right now.  I know, where is that?  It's 70 miles south east of Minot.  I will be getting up to run tomorrow morning but I don't want to over-do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;On the diet front - I'm trying a couple of things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number one - I am not eating in any vehicles.  One of my downfalls is mindlessly munching while I am driving down the road.  Seriously.  I CAN take some time to pull over somewhere and eat.  I managed an 8 hour drive yesterday without snacking.  It can be done.  (for clarification, this does not include drinks or gum - but the drinks must be low/no calorie, as in coffee or diet soda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two - I read something about a "no S" diet.  No sugar.  No snacks.  No seconds.  Except for days that start in "s".  (S can also mean a special occasion.)  It's more about being mindful of your eating, and cutting down on some of the crap and sweets that just contribute to cravings and crap eating.  But it lets you live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I actually had a fairly decent meal in Minot, at Perkins.  It was a grilled chicken breast with mushrooms and swiss cheese, on a bed of rice, with two sides (I chose broccoli and spinich).  And the veggies were honestly good.  I tend to avoid restaurants like that... but food like that might make me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, it's off to the hotel... where there is no internet.  Guess I will watch the movie I have with me, and work on an afgahn for one of the four sets of friends that are getting married in October.  Yes.  Four October weddings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8969285374592505951?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8969285374592505951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8969285374592505951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8969285374592505951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8969285374592505951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-can-be-crazy.html' title='Life can be crazy'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-4490184086445281733</id><published>2010-06-18T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:42:35.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I really wonder</title><content type='html'>I wonder about my husband, or more accurately, what he really thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accused him of having ADD the other day.  I asked him if we could make a deal - I would cook him some dinner (I had already eaten) if he would work on clearing off the dining room table.  He agreed, or more accurately, he didn't say "no".  So I'm getting things prepped to cook, and he disappears.  I find him on the computer... checking e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I herded him back to the table.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later, he was back at the computer - he had found a membership renewal that was due that day or the following day that he asked me if I had paid it - I said I hadn't gotten to it yet, so there he was doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why it was so difficult to spend 25 minutes doing one task.  I told him that I knew it wasn't something that he enjoyed doing - but really, I don't really enjoy washing dishes or scrubbing toilets... but I do that.  I think he got the point, because he went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got a call in the morning, to see if he had left the two containers of leftovers at the house, because he couldn't find them when he arrived at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They weren't at home, and they weren't with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he put them on the back of the truck while he opened the door, and they are now somewhere along the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday evening I offered to make him somthing for dinner before I had to leave for a meeting.  He said no, because he wasn't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave him some options, told him what was there to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, he has gone to Subway.  Which I had headed him off the night before saying that we had food in the house.  Seriously.  We have bread.  We have cheese.  We have tomatos.  We have all that stuff.  But no.  Mr. Instant gratification cannot make himself a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up and made him pasta with spagetti sauce this morning to take for lunch. Becuause he no longer has leftovers - they are on the side of the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him&lt;br /&gt;"I must love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says&lt;br /&gt;"I think you just want me to eat food we already have in the house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask&lt;br /&gt;"so how does buying yourself fast food help you to save money for that certain item you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his head down:&lt;br /&gt;"it doesn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated with him... but I still somehow love him.  Sometimes I wonder why, but he has his moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-4490184086445281733?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/4490184086445281733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=4490184086445281733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4490184086445281733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4490184086445281733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-really-wonder.html' title='Sometimes I really wonder'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-579647424024526524</id><published>2010-06-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:25:33.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just too cute not to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/TBeNISTuj1I/AAAAAAAAACY/rO-JtPAxOlM/s1600/Duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/TBeNISTuj1I/AAAAAAAAACY/rO-JtPAxOlM/s320/Duck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483006244839919442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Trespasser” rescued from CP track  &lt;br /&gt;Waddler gets away safe and sound.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When S&amp;C Maintainer Ian McLarty was hi-rail testing on the Broadview Subdivision, he noticed a family of waterfowl crossing our right of way. Just as they were about to finish crossing safely, Ian overheard a "chirping" sound and noticed one of the siblings got stuck. With some gentle assistance via "a little push" the family was reunited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they lived quackily ever after…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-579647424024526524?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/579647424024526524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=579647424024526524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/579647424024526524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/579647424024526524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-was-just-too-cute-not-to-share.html' title='It was just too cute not to share'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/TBeNISTuj1I/AAAAAAAAACY/rO-JtPAxOlM/s72-c/Duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6826134797136548180</id><published>2010-04-02T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:30:28.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off</title><content type='html'>Of work that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Good Friday, and it is oneo of our holidays for the year, so the plan is to get in a long bike ride, then to sit in front of my computer and work on Jaycee awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the food front... I have logged food since Saturday.  (Okay, so I need to go back and log my food for yesterday - but it will be done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even logged all of the food I ate on Wednesday.  It was not one of my finer moments.  I was traveling, and I had packed food for myself, healthy stuff for on the road, but the entire day I felt hungry.  And I hate it when that happens.  I tried to be "good", I honestly did - even passed up more unhealthy stuff at the gas station for a single serve package of baked chips.  But when I got home at 8:30pm, after 7 straight hours in the car, I caved:  Ice Cream (I went back for seconds on that), Peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and lots of chips and salsa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The success is that I logged it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got up the next morning and went for a run before work.  Of course with spring allergies, I couldn't breathe.  I did a bit of walking on my 2.5 mile loop, because I was gasping for oxygen.  Love the weather, but hate the crap in the air!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was at an event that was sponsored by the Friends of the St. Paul Library, and there is a black and white photo exhibit at the James J Hill library in downtown St. Paul, and I have to say that the photos are absolutely and completely amazing.  Like as I was looking at the photos, and going to the next, it took my breath away and gave me goose bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, it's a Friday off of work, but I still have things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6826134797136548180?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6826134797136548180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6826134797136548180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6826134797136548180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6826134797136548180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-off.html' title='A day off'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2741166006015463104</id><published>2010-03-29T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:12:06.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another week</title><content type='html'>But I think this last week was better than the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was kind of an "ugg" time for me.  I worked pouring wine at a wine tasting.  And at the end, my feet were killing me.  Yes, I was standing on a tile floor, and wearing heels, but yanno, I don't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up my husband from the convention center, we decided to just go home and not out to the bar with the "group" but he still wanted something to eat.  So I asked him to get me something too... so he got me a large fries from McDonalds.  Which I proceeded to eat the whole thing at 10pm - then off to bed.  Not one of my wisest choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, meeting my running group, I just was not having a wonderful day, or so I thought at the time.  I did go out and run 4.5 miles, but my heart was not all in it.  But, even with a couple of walk breaks, it took me 53 minutes to run that 4.5 (okay, actually 4.6), and when I was running, my Garmin told me that I was running sub 11 miles.  I just need some sort of plan.  When I have a plan laid out in front of me, I am more motivated to exercise.  So it needs to happen.... and I talked to my running coach, and she will be working with me to put together a plan.  I am doing the MS150 in June, and a half marathon in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the food debacle on Friday, I decided I need to change that behavior too.  Contemplated doing South Beach again, but I knew I was probably going to attend a pancake breakfast on Sunday.... I know.  Excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I started useing an application on my iPod touch again.  It's called Lose It!  And it is a program where you can log food/calories and exercise.  And when I am using it, I seem to do better.  I HATE logging food, but I have pretty much come to the conclusion that this is what needs to happen to have my life (hello carbs), not have to figure points, and I already carry the tools with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that I will always be perfect.  But if I want to lose the weight, I need to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, the scale showed that I was down 1 pound from last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps.  Accountability.  And a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple, right?&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2741166006015463104?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2741166006015463104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2741166006015463104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2741166006015463104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2741166006015463104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-week.html' title='Just another week'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-172006768517125397</id><published>2010-03-21T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:09:26.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fessing up</title><content type='html'>I'm scruffing the floor with my toe, and hanging my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with quite a number of other "healthy" initiatives, I have not kept up with the latest initiative, namely the exercise thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been a half-assed effort, and I am finding reasons and excuses to park my bottom on the couch in the living room, in front of the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a couple of the excuses:&lt;br /&gt;1. A vacation trip to Los Vegas.  We walked and walked and walked.  The mornings I got up to run, about 2 in the afternoon I was about ready to sit for a couple of hours, because I was so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;2. Daylight savings.  I prefer to get up in the morning and exercise, but an hour earlier????  Yep.  Didn't happen.  Hasn't happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have kind of failed.  And it makes me both sad and angry, all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know what I need to do.  In fact I'm pretty sure I do know what to do.  I just have to stop making excuses and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, I've kind of accepted the fact that I am the size that I am.  I bought myself some new pants and jeans in a larger size, and put all of the stuff that is now two sizes too small in a box.  Perhaps if I'm not miserable in my clothing, and I feel better about how I look, that will help to motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of a new week.  Time to start fresh again, and do the things that need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-172006768517125397?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/172006768517125397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=172006768517125397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/172006768517125397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/172006768517125397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/03/fessing-up.html' title='Fessing up'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6821498394282970525</id><published>2010-02-21T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:04:14.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Update</title><content type='html'>Wednesday - got up at the hotel, got in 3 miles on the treadmill&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - at home, worked out on the bike in the basement&lt;br /&gt;Friday - at home before my 7:30 am conference call, did 30 minutes on the bike in the basement&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - in Kansas City, ran 5 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - a day of rest.  You know that the 40 days of Lent does not include Sundays, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was an incredibly busy day at work.  I was trying to get everything done to be able to "take the day off" on Friday, as I had worked my holiday on Monday.  I had gotten into the office at 7:30am, had two off-site meetings, back in the office, phone calls, reports, etc.  Left the office about 5:30, headed home to get things in order for my 6:30 Jaycee meeting.  Frazzled was an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I drove down to Kansas City.  Along the way I took two conference calls, then ran into weather that was pretty much complete crap.  And to top it off, just before I got into Missouri, the car started making a strange rattling noise, and I could feel a bit of a shaking.  When I pulled into a rest area, I looked under the car, and the skid plate on the front of the car had come loose and was dragging.  I called triple A, who told me that all they could do was have it towed somewhere.  So I got out the jack, and lifted up the front of the car to see if I could remove it.  Of course I didn't have the right tool.... went and asked the guy who was running a snowblower there if he had a hex nut driver.  He wasn't sure what that was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as he went to go look for some tools, a nice young man who was driving by asked if I needed any help, so I took him up on his offer - the snowblower guy came by with a tool kit that had some allen wrenches, and the other young man pulled out a floor mat to lay on, and took out the three screws that remained holding on the skid plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 12 hours with all of the trials and tribulations to make the drive to KC, when in good conditions, you can make it in a little under 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Kansas to attend a baby shower for a friend that I have known since Jr High.  It was good to see her - she's 40 and having her first child, so being there was also interesting.  My sister was there also, she is worried that our friend is not prepared enough... she's due at the end of March, but they still had not gotten the bed moved out of the bedroom that is going to be the nursery, we put togheter the crib and the pack and play, and I guess my sister took her shopping and made her purchase a number of other items she needs.  Not that I know these things, as I've never had babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the drive back home today was also interesting.  Through most of Missouri, I was driving about 40 mph on the freeway, the roads were slushy/icy/snowy and not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to brag about my husband, though - when I called him as I was leaving, I asked him what was for dinner.  So he spent the day preparing me a meal:  Bruchetta as an appetizer, salad, lasagne (meat lasagne for him, veggie lasagne with whole wheat noodles for me), garlic bread, and Creme Brulee for desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably didn't need all of the calories, but I was not going to turn it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back burning calories in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6821498394282970525?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6821498394282970525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6821498394282970525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6821498394282970525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6821498394282970525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/02/status-update.html' title='Status Update'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8278624605083774588</id><published>2010-02-16T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:56:24.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of 40</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should probably write something again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I haven't been in the groove lately.  As in, when I feel like things are going well, I feel good about myself, and I'm actually eating right and exercising on a regular basis, I have a tendancy to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm making a committment to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the power of 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40's just a number, right?  40 - that's how old I will be this year.  40 - that's about how many pounds I would like to lose (of course I'll take the 25-30 that I gained in the last couple of years.)  40 - that's how many days there are of Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 40 days of Lent, I plan to exercise at least 20 minutes a day.  And that means each day, not 40 every other day (even though it would fit into the theme of "40").  And as I can, I will try to update here on how things are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8278624605083774588?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8278624605083774588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8278624605083774588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8278624605083774588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8278624605083774588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-of-40.html' title='The power of 40'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2668356069618993612</id><published>2009-10-16T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:08:30.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know I ran a marathon?</title><content type='html'>I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me, crossing the finish line, hugging my husband with the "official" clock reading something line 5 hours and 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I say "official" clock, as it wasn't the big clock hanging over the finish line - that crapped out at 4 hours and 72 minutes... so they had another clock that they had taken from hear the beginning of the 10-mile race set up right next to the finish line - I know these things, as my husband runs the clock at the finish line.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do I feel about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly?  Kind of ambivalent.  Isn't that a funny sentiment?  But that's it folks - my feelings are kind of, been there, done that.  Crazy that 6 months of training will get you a feeling that is best described as "eh".  I thought I would feel different, like I had really accomplished something, but .... you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comes from having the IT band problems through the last half of the race, and all of the walking I had to do because of the pain.  I really wanted to RUN the marathon.  Not walk more than a quarter of it.  Maybe that's it.  I know I can get a better time, but I don't really want to spend the time training for another marathon.  I want to run because I enjoy running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's back to the short races, like 10K's and half marathons.  Now I just have to get off my ass and get back running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota weather - can you please help me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2668356069618993612?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2668356069618993612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2668356069618993612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2668356069618993612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2668356069618993612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-you-know-i-ran-marathon.html' title='Did you know I ran a marathon?'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-980378133815574091</id><published>2009-09-24T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:05:48.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New shoes</title><content type='html'>I got myself a new pair of running shoes on Tuesday, but that's not the really interesting part of the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Curtis (my stepson) is in town, between his AIT and his assigned duty station in Texas.  and he wated to see us, go out to dinner, that sort of thing, and in talking to him I mentioned that I needed to get a new pair of running shoes.  He said that he needed a new pair too, so we made some plans to go shoe shopping before we went out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to a local running store, where I just happened to have a 25% discount coupon, which turns into 30% if you donate a pair of old shoes so he could be fitted.  We get there, and I know exactly what I want, but say that Curt needs to be fitted.  I should also mention that he is wearing his army uniform, and he was very cute walking around the store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we start talking about what he has had and what he would like.  I say that we got him a pair of Asics in December, a stability shoe.  Curt says that he wears a 9.5.  I pipe in and say that the shoes we bought him were a 10.5.  The lady helping us has him walk a bit to see how he walks to get him in the right type of shoe, then goes to get three different brands of shoes for him to try on.  In a 10.5.  As he is trying on shoes, I am talking to him about how he sould really get some good socks along with the running shoes, because socks really do make a world of difference.  The store helper agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Curt had decided on a pair of shoes, a pair of Saucony's this time, she says to him: "if you like this shoe, but don't remember what kind it is, we keep the information in our store computer, so you can just tell your mom to pick you up another pair of shoes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  I'm a mom.  I guess it had to happen sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-980378133815574091?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/980378133815574091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=980378133815574091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/980378133815574091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/980378133815574091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-shoes.html' title='New shoes'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6382840758492371937</id><published>2009-09-23T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:37:15.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>So I was intereviewed at work, about a visit we made to another railroad, and they sure made me sound good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharing industry best practices makes railway operations safer for all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common practice for railway companies to share industry best-practices -especially those that work to improve the safety of our employees and the communities that are close to railway tracks. One such instance recently happened on August 18 and 19 when Norfolk Southern hosted CP in a benchmarking session designed to identify best practices and areas of improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the areas that were covered included:&lt;br /&gt;*        Management/Supervisor accountabilities and responsibilities related to safety&lt;br /&gt;*        Proven safety practices to lessen train accident and personal injury frequencies *        Practices and rules used to prevent collisions between on-track maintenance equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP shone brightly with respect to the quality of our safety programs and processes. One area of opportunity was in the consistent delivery and execution of safety programs and processes. This is currently being reviewed and will be incorporated into our 2010 Safety Plans. "Having the chance to observe Norfolk Southern's industry-leading safety practices and processes was reassuring in that our focus on safety is very similar. While NS has the lowest frequency of personal injuries, we know that with time and consistent effort and dedication, CP too, can attain similar levels," explained Anneke S, safety advisor, based out of St. Paul, MN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fundamentally, all railways are similar in that they try to do everything possible to ensure the safety, health and well-being of their employees. At CP, we will continue doing what we've always done: strive to do better." Working together and sharing best-practices not only benefits our employees with safer working conditions, it also makes the communities along our right of way safer. S added, "the sessions are about everyone sharing information and helping each other out -they're not about being critical, or laying blame; ultimately, these sessions exist to make the work environment safer for everyone, regardless of which company you work for. In the end, it's not about us vs. them; its about the railway industry being safer as a whole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought I would share...&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6382840758492371937?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6382840758492371937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6382840758492371937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6382840758492371937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6382840758492371937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/09/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-4738422979430029849</id><published>2009-09-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:51:09.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>No, I am not breaking up with you... it's just been a long time, and I thought it was time to spend a little time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I have stopped chatting, is that I feel like I don't have a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course another reason is that I have cheated on you a bit, with that thing called "Facebook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been going on?  Really, this and that.  Seems like my time gets put somewhere or another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really my life as of late, has consistede of mainly three things:  Work, Running, and Jaycees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work:&lt;br /&gt;It's been busy.  My counterpart in the U.S. decided to go back to his old job, so I have been trying to do some work on that service area, and keeping tabs and calm the two people that they have working a temporary assignment in our department.  And they keep throwing more projects at me.  And my managers have finally decided to take my advise, and have me help them out with their incident investigations.  Shocker of shockers - do it right the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running:&lt;br /&gt;Had a bit of a time there... the right knee has given me problems the last couple of weeks.  Did a killer of a run about 5 weeks ago.  18 miles, in stinkin' hot humid weather.  I was that girl with a fork in me, I was DONE.  So much so that I managed to FORGET MY iPOD on the ground at the place where the running group meets.  Luckly, one of my friends noticed it and I got it back.  That would have put a topper on the day, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the knee.  Had a 19-mile run set up with folks from our group, doing a fair portion of the marathon route, for traning and all that sort of thing.  My knee started giving me problems at about mile 14 or 15, but I preservered.  At about mile 16, where some fabulous ladies from the running group had set up a water/encouragement stop, I debated if I should continue or not.  And I did.  The last mile was killer.  Until my whole knee went kind of numb.  But I got to 19 miles.  I could have gone further, had it not been for the knee.  It stiffened up, so I took it easy that week, and then I tried to run 12 on my birthday, the 5th of September.  Not good.  Ran 6 walked 3.  Went to visit the chiropractor, who told me he could get me in shape to run the marathon... it was an IT band problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been seeing him 2 or so times a week, and I've kept exercising and running.  The only thing that bothers me, is that I wasn't able to get in that 20-miler I should have done last week.  I feel right now that I started my taper too early, and I'm not gonna be able to do as well as I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, when we were up at Lake Itasca, I went out for a long run - after doing a pretty good 5-miler on Friday.  I did about 10.5 miles.  Was expecting to do 12-15 miles, but holy hannah... the hills.  I ran on the bike path.... I was thinking "bike path I run on those all the time... 12 should be easy peasy"  but this was not your rails to trails path.  It was a path in a state park where the lake was formed by glaciers.  Hills, hills, with a side of hills.  But that day, in addition to the run, we hiked at least 4 miles, and went up the stairs to look out the top of a fire tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaycees:&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm on the board this year, I've kind of felt that I have needed to participate in more events than I have in the past couple of years.  Not a bad thing, but it takes up time.  And next year, I will probably be busier, since I will be the Administrative Vice President.  (Basically the President's bitch, or right hand man, whatever you prefer.)  I felt kind of guilty not volunteering at an event this weekend, but I gave up last weekend's activities and running for convention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in the mix some assorted projects:  gardening, canning, freezing vegetables, doing some alterations on a frend's bridesmaid dress, working on an afgahn for a friend's wedding, and general houscleaning, and that is what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  And starting to get a little freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon is in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-4738422979430029849?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/4738422979430029849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=4738422979430029849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4738422979430029849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4738422979430029849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1371184579750440051</id><published>2009-06-04T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:47:33.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been boring lately</title><content type='html'>Seems like all I have been doing is going to work, exercising, and doing stuff with the Jaycees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workouts have been going pretty well.  I like to tell people that I'm on the 6-month plan for the marathon.... which is true, since I have had a training plan for a couple of months now, and have been mostly following it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I flip-flopped a couple of the workouts - I wanted to run with one of the TC marathon sponsored running events for National Running Day, so I headed out to join the event at Como at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group started out slower, but built up to doing about 9:30 miles, and I kept up around the lake for the first lap, slowed down for about half the lake, then found another group of poeple that I ended up talking to, and did 9.5 to 10 minute miles... when all was said and done, I averaged 10 minute miles.  Not too shabby for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, I rode my bicycle to book club.  And I took the long way there, because I wanted to get in more of a workout.  So I put in about 10.5 miles tonight on the bike.  50 minutes or so...  I guess I supposed to do some "intensity" workouts (pedal hard for 1 min, recover for 2 min, etc.) but I find that really hard to do when I am out on the trails and city streets, with stopsigns and hills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to use a new program I downloaded on my i-Pod, which lets me track calories and exercise, and gives me a calorie goal for every day so I can try and lose about a pound a week, since I managed to eat mindlessly enough for too long to gain 5 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 5 pounds isn't much, but when you are running, it is!  I seem to be using the program (since Tuesday) and we will see what happens.  At least it will make me eat enough calories... like last night, seeing that I hadn't had nearly enough, I had some milk and an oat muffin.  It made me much more satisfied, and I think helps me to stay on track better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what next week brings, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1371184579750440051?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1371184579750440051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1371184579750440051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1371184579750440051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1371184579750440051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-boring-lately.html' title='I&apos;ve been boring lately'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1158230823703869007</id><published>2009-05-19T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:54:01.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>garbage in, garbage out</title><content type='html'>You know, if you eat all sorts of crap, your workouts turn to complete crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened last week on Thursday.  It sucked.  Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day of eating all sorts of candy, empty carbs, etc. I decided it was time to get out and run...  So I geared up and headed out the door.  The first mile wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good.  Then I started pushing the pace a bit (as that is what my training plan calls for...) and ran to a nearby park.  Considered stopping at the conviently located port-a-pottie, but decided against it, and kept running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsite, that was a bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2.5 miles... I coudn't run any more.  As in, my body was telling me that I needed to get myself to a bathroom, and to be quick about it.  So I had to walk carefully home the rest of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric asked how the run went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply?&lt;br /&gt;"Crappy, literally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1158230823703869007?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1158230823703869007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1158230823703869007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1158230823703869007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1158230823703869007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/05/garbage-in-garbage-out.html' title='garbage in, garbage out'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1978204347408160007</id><published>2009-05-07T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:53:31.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of 10</title><content type='html'>10 years ago.  May 7th, 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday.  I was moved into my first house, which I had offically bought on April 15th, and I decided to go to the Jaycee event, the first ever Meet and Greet (basically a happy hour...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, I asked a guy, who I thought was kind of cute and nice, to be my partner in a game of darts.  I had met him in July, when he was looking for volunteers to do crowd control at the marathon, as he was a course marshall.  He had come to my "I have a house but no furniture" party on the day I closed.  I asked him to play darts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing led to another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've been married now for 7 years.  It will be 8 in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1978204347408160007?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1978204347408160007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1978204347408160007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1978204347408160007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1978204347408160007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/05/power-of-10.html' title='the power of 10'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6782818710371170499</id><published>2009-05-06T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:58:09.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over doing it</title><content type='html'>So last Saturday, I had a pretty full day scheduled.  And wanting to get in my long run in the morning, I headed out the door at 6:30am.  The plan was for 8miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 miles in, at the turn-around point, I decided to run a loop, rather than an out and back.  But I didn't realize that the street that I took to do said loop, weaved around quite a bit.  My 8-mile run turned into a 9-mile run.  Quite unintentionally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my timing was off for the next place I had to be - helping out with a garden/grounds cleanup at a local community center.  It's a project that I have chaired in the past, and the person who was in charge didn't really do much, so I felt like I was in charge again.  So there was about 2 1/2 hours of pretty active "gardening" involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was off to a friend's house to help her with cleaning up her yard/pool/patio.  She had been in an accident last fall, and is not able to do as much physical work as she used to, since she is still recovering from the head injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I came home after that, rested a bit, then headed out to a friend's birthday party.  It was a pretty full day, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a 30 mile bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  'Cause I'm kinda insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6782818710371170499?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6782818710371170499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6782818710371170499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6782818710371170499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6782818710371170499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/05/over-doing-it.html' title='over doing it'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-4086683916885245458</id><published>2009-04-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:28:31.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I registered for the Twin Cities Marathon.  It's in the works, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I was scheduled to run 9 miles.  And suprisingly, I did!  Wasn't really feeling it when I got there in the morning, but decided to head out and see how I felt, it was going to be an out and back run.  Ran the first 3.5 with a couple of women who were going to do 7, then actally caught up with another group that I knew was planning 9.  We were pacing somewhere around 11 minute miles, which felt really comfortable, and I was good with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned around, we were all chatting and having a good time, and at about mile 6, I decided I wanted to push it a little more.  I pretty much finished up the last couple of miles doing a 10 minute mile pace.  Which pretty much made my day.  And the best part:  I was totally good the rest of the day - a lot of times when I do longer runs, I tend to crash and nap in the afternoon - and I didn't do that!  Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good training plan put together, which will encorporate both bicycling and running.  I just have to prepare myself when I travel to put the bike in the back of the truck!  Totally didn't get in the mid-week bicycle ride this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;On assorted other news - my mom and aunt met with my grandmother's doctor, and after grandma had told us that she had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's I guess the meeting went really well - if she does indeed have Alzheimer's, it is in the very beginning stages, and should be controlled with the medication she is now on.  I hate to say it, but this grandmother has always been a bit of a confused lady, and what probably happened when the Dr. initially talked to her was that she told Grandma that it was possible that it was Alzheimer's.... and all she heard or understood was that it WAS Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated with Eric.  I feel like the cranky mom more and more lately.... pick up your stuff, put your laundry away, and quit spending money you don't have.  I got mad at him again last night... a couple of weeks ago, he spent about $500 on some more "fishing" items.  Out of the joint account.  Money that I had counted on to pay some bills.  So I had to do some financial tap dancing, again.   I was traveling at the time, and when I saw it on the bank statement, I spent about 20 minutes "yelling" at him on the phone (If you know me, I get more and more quiet when I'm angry...) with me basically telling him:  Quit. Spending. Money. You. Don't. Have.  And last week, he put another $150 on a credit card I had told him not to use anymore.  So he paid $90 on the balance... It keeps going the wrong way.  And I don't know what to do.  And it seems that he just can't return any of the stuff he bought.  How convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I have a bunch of Post-it notes with the amounts we owe in diffrent areas (truck, boat, HELOC, Credit Cards) and they are on the bedroom mirror.  So he can have a reality check on what we actually owe, instead of him having no clue, since he doesn't ever think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the credit cards are all put away, and hidden where he doesn't know where they are.  Same with the "emergency" stash that he keeps dipping into because he is overspending his weekly "allowance".  Yes, my husband has an allowance.  It was one of the ways that we decided would help him manage money - I have no say about what he spends that on... because you have to have some money for that sort of thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm about at the end of my rope?  I told him last night I was thinking about disowning him. (Somewhat in jest... but you know....)  He and his ex-wife many years ago went through a bankrupcy.  You would think he would not want to go there again, and I'm scared that we are headed there if I don't get things under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I need to shower and go to work - We owe, we owe so off to work I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-4086683916885245458?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/4086683916885245458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=4086683916885245458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4086683916885245458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4086683916885245458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-4852898325637629190</id><published>2009-04-02T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:53:46.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A plan</title><content type='html'>My running coach sent me a training plan for the next three months.  I didn't have the nerve to open it up to look at it.  I think I'm kinda scared.  But I am gonna look at it.  And follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related to that... it was a long day, but I didn't let that be an excuse not to exercise.  Even after getting in my truck at 6:15 this morning, driving 2.5 hours for a day of work meetings (form 9 to 4) then driving back and getting home, oddly at about 6:15 this evening.  I put on my running clothes and went out.  the thought in my head was an easy 3.  Which actually turned into 4 miles.  And even though I was trying to sit back  and not push it.... I averaged 10:21 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-weet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have just been a bit of a lump lately, and I needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, time to hit the shower.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-4852898325637629190?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/4852898325637629190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=4852898325637629190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4852898325637629190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4852898325637629190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/04/plan.html' title='A plan'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7627822006835507171</id><published>2009-03-30T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:24:44.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's got a new pair of shoes</title><content type='html'>I bought two new pairs of shoes this weekend, actually.  A new pair of running shoes, because I'm gonna need them for marathon training, and our running group got a wonderful discount at the store we were at on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pair of bicycling shoes.  And pedals.  Anneke has finally gone clipless, after talking about it for about two years.  Eric and I brought my bike to the store on Sunday for them to put on the new pedals, and to have them show me how to get in and out of them on their trainer.  Then they had me ride for a bit (on the trainer) and checked the fit of the bike, and looked at the adjustment of the seat and handlebars.  And it was spot on.  I guess I did something right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I started over, or recommitted, or whatever you want to call it.  The scale was creeping up to a scarier place, and it had to stop.  I actually spent a lot of time in the kitchen this weekend, cooking, cleaning, prepping food, and getting rid of some of the crap I have around.  I tell ya, sometimes it's hard to stay on track when your husband can pretty much eat whatever he wants with no ill effects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will have a new training plan on Saturday, so there's no looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7627822006835507171?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7627822006835507171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7627822006835507171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7627822006835507171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7627822006835507171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/03/babys-got-new-pair-of-shoes.html' title='Baby&apos;s got a new pair of shoes'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7120370693233324754</id><published>2009-03-24T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:40:13.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings and salutations</title><content type='html'>It's definately been a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a great run last Monday after work... went and explored another park in my area, and got in about 3 miles.  Felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the plague set in.  Headache, sneezy, stuffed up.  Can we say YUK!  And I just was feeling sluggish all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I got up to meet my running group on Saturday morning.  I wasn't sure how things would go, but figured if nothing else, I would walk.  I ran.  Set the pace for the 4 of us in the group, probably doing 11 to 11 1/2 minute miles.  And when we had gone about 3.5 miles, we were back a Lake Como, and I decided to kick it up a step.  10 minute miles.  For a mile and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for the sicko who hadn't run since Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the running coach of the group, and we are going to work on putting together a 6-month plan with the goal of running the Twin Cities Marathon in the fall.  We'll put together a 3-month plan, encorporating some bicycling in it (to help prevent another knee injury), then will do a 3-month marathon training plan starting in July.  It's gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things have been kind of quiet around here... work keeps throwing meetings and activities at me that are in town, and I have not gone out of town for work since the beginning of February.  I spent two weeks jetting about the country for "fun" but it's been kind of weird not to have gone anywhere for work.  And my boss is in town this week, and using my company vehicle to save on rental car costs, so I'm in town all week too.  I'm sure things will be starting up soon, but I'm enjoying my time at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating has been kind of okay - I'm back to almost where I was before all of the vacation.  The past two days I have been doing well with all Phase 2 south beach foods, but then I have book club tonight, and I am not sure what will be served.  Gotta work it into real life, right?  I'll accept it, and move on, and get up and exercise in the morning.  No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, gotta get moving and out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7120370693233324754?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7120370693233324754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7120370693233324754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7120370693233324754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7120370693233324754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/03/greetings-and-salutations.html' title='greetings and salutations'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7902316514751186576</id><published>2009-03-15T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:18:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy food and no exercise make Anneke a cranky girl</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepped on the scale this morning, knew it would not be fun, but I needed to get some accountability going.  And there it was.   It scares me that that number can go up like it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the beer and pizza last night didn't help.  But that was an end to two weeks of really "eh" eating.  And I didn't exercise at all last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on, you ask?  Well, Feb 27th to March 8th we vacationed in Florida, staying with my parents in their 5th wheel for all of that time.  I did actually get out and run 4 mornings, and they were all pretty awesome runs - the last one being a little over 6 miles (6.8 according to my garmin) in an hour and four minutes.  My best time for a 10 K race is an hour and 4 minutes, and this felt like a easy run for me... in fact I consciously slowed down a couple of times because I thought I was going too fast for a long training run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were home for 3 days.  And then on the 11th, we caught a plane to Atlanta, rented a car, and drove to Columbia, South Carolina, where my stepson was graduating from basic training.  We got home yesterday afternoon (the 14th) and having been gone for so long, I didn't want to scrounge through the house for food, and I wanted some non-family interaction, so we had an inprompto pizza night at a local bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  That's about all I can say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I have not updated in a while.  Life has gotten a bit crazy, and I had to give up something, and it was mostly trying to not log on to the computer at night after work (and I can't blog at work). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other interesting things that have happened in the last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece won a literary contest.  It's a program through the national library of congress where school age children write letters to authors about how reading their book changed their outlook on things.  And she won in her age group in the state of Oklahoma, and then it gets reviewed at the national level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down when I was running one morning in Florida.  Kind of scared the crap out of me... I hit a big rock sticking out of the ground with my toe, stumbled, flailed about, figured I was gonna biff, tried to tuck and do as little damage as possible, and ended up landing on my shoulder and hip on my right side.  All of my clothing survived, along with my i-Pod, and only scraped up the side of my right hand.  I was more shaken up than anything.  Which is definately a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Twins game in Florida.  Spring training, of course.  It was fun and a beautiful day to be outside watching a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my taxes done, and we got refunds from both state and federal.  And they are in the bank... okay, so they are gone already (we went on vaction, you know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had his 70th birthday.  They had a celebration for him in Florida, in the park where they spend two months out of the winter.  Mom organized a spagetti feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepson grauated from basic training - Eric, Eric's mother, and I flew down to attend family day and graduation, and my parents drove up from Florida.  Curtis' mother (Eric's ex-wife) and Curt's cousin were also there, and we all spent Thursday (family day) together.  It was very weird.  As Eric put it, he never thought that he would spend an afternoon bowling with his son, his wife and his ex-wife.  And on the last game, both his ex and I bowled a 107.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more stuff, but I need to get ready to meet a friend - we're going hiking this morning.  gonna try to work off some of that beer and pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7902316514751186576?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7902316514751186576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7902316514751186576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7902316514751186576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7902316514751186576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/03/crappy-food-and-no-exercise-make-anneke.html' title='Crappy food and no exercise make Anneke a cranky girl'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7451617449856682561</id><published>2009-01-25T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:35:56.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>box of clothes</title><content type='html'>I have a box of clothes sitting in our spare bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly pants, all size 14 or larger.  They are going to get stored away, and hopefully I will not need them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend consisted of a lot of cleaning and organizing.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swept and mopped the kitchen.  Cleaned the bathroom.  Stripped our bed and the guest bed, washed the bedding and remade the beds.  Did 8 + loads of laundry.  Organized my husband's closet, including cleaning the floor.  Got rid of the dust Rhinos under our bed.  Tried on a bunch of clothes, and evaluated if they fit, were too small or too big, and put them away appropriately. Sewed buttons on my husband's shirts.  Organized some extra buttons so now if I need one, I can find them easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soup.  Chili. muffins. pancakes. eggs. hot cereal.  coffee.  tea.  hot chocolate (no, did not eat all of that, some was for Eric.)  I wanted to make some food that I could take with me on the road trip to points west (Northern Minnesota, North Dakota) this week.  Pretty much a dog and pony show for work.  Woo.  Definately no hoo there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kind of worried about hotels.  I guess there is some sort of Ag convention, and the admin person was having a heck of a time finding us places to stay.  Not sure if I'm gonna have a treadmill, and it's supposed to be COLD, so I don't know that I will get outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happy note, it appears my appetite has come back.  I was worried, actually.  How do you eat when your body doesn't crave any food?  And you have to eat if you are going to work out, otherwise you have a nasty tendancy to get light headed and pass out... which was my fear this last week - I was in pretty bad shape Thursday after all of my activity (clearing out the snow dam in the driveway - or perhaps it should be called damn snow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish me luck in ND this week.  I hear there are drifts up to 20 feet high.  Glad I'm not driving by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7451617449856682561?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7451617449856682561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7451617449856682561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7451617449856682561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7451617449856682561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/01/box-of-clothes.html' title='box of clothes'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1296389243491347179</id><published>2009-01-22T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:15:31.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Hungry</title><content type='html'>that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's kind of weird, and starting to concern me, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed my plan yesterday.  Made myself a smoothie which I had on the way to the work meetings, and when I was done, I was full.  Stuffed actually, which I found a somewhat pleasant suprise, as a lot of times I want a little bit more.  Talked to one of the hotel staff, and made sure to order myself a salad for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime rolls around.  I'm still not hungry.  But since I specially ordered the salad, I thought I should eat some of it.  Now usually, I completely clear the plate of food when I get a salad.  But this time, I just ate about half.  And the diet coke I took to drink with my lunch - didn't finish the can, because I couldn't deal with the extra volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all I ate yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's Thursday morning, and I'm still not hungry.  While I can't deny that not being hungry should really help in the weight loss arena, I know it's not healthy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to do now.  Other than I'm heading off to work with a packed lunch bag.  I might have to force myself to eat something.  Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1296389243491347179?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1296389243491347179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1296389243491347179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1296389243491347179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1296389243491347179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-hungry.html' title='Not Hungry'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-16207091438238121</id><published>2009-01-21T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:36:56.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 BOT</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty good day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work meetings went pretty well, and I stuck to the plan.  On a side note to that:  The pants I was wearing yesterday were too big.... I kept trying to tighten the drawstring on the waistband, but they were, yes, too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I went throught a number of pairs of pants, trying them on, and the ones that were too big got put in a box.  I don't know that I am necessarily going to get rid of them - I know I should, so I don't have "something to fall back on" but last time I did that, I had to eventually go out and buy bigger pants.  And that also sucked.  But right now they are in a box, and will be stored out of sight.  Because, you know, sometimes things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff Said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest accomplishment yesterday was running.  a little over 3 miles.  I wanted to take it somewhat easy, because I have not exercised, I hate to say it, for a week and a half.  And it was good.  I ran into two folks from my running club there, and me taking it "easy" had me running faster than both of them.  Me.  I know!  Not the slowest one out there!  But definately room for improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm considering a gym membership again.  A good friend of mine is the lead Personal Trainer at the community center near me, and I just might have to join so I can have her kick my butt on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's food plan:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:  Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: (They are having pizza buffet for lunch at the work meetings) I plan to order a salad off of the restaurant menu. MMMMM Cobb Salad (minus the bacon)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Probably Tacos.  I have some great Whole Wheat tortillas from TJ's that are South Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-16207091438238121?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/16207091438238121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=16207091438238121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/16207091438238121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/16207091438238121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2-bot.html' title='Day 2 BOT'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-5043490264937530305</id><published>2009-01-20T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:23:26.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm just a stomach flu away from my goal weight"</title><content type='html'>yep. Watched The Devil Wears Prada this weekend. Funnily enough, as I was couched out with the flu... the whole shebang, nausia, tossing of cookies, headache, body ache, chills. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling better yesterday, Monday, so I sucked it up and went to work. And it kind of wiped me out. Last night was another repeat of couch sitting, chills and body aches. Took a hot bath and crawled into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is - I feel almost human this morning. Other than the fact that I'm nervous about eating. Hmmmm, sick, and south beach diet. What do you eat???? Ummmmm, chicken broth, tea, applesauce (no sugar added, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise, things have been kind of "eh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't exercise at all last week. It was just too frickin' cold. Didn't want to get out of bed in the morning, where it was warm and toasty. Evenings last week were spent cleaning/organizing as we had our annual party on Friday. "Thank God the Holidays are Over" was a good success. I figure we had somewhere around 50 people show up throughout the evening. and I allowed myself a break from the GADO for the night. Someone brought home-brew porter. I had to have some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this morning, I am down 18 pounds since I started trying to follow SB in October. I'm prettty happy about that, but need to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, I know I have not updated in a while. This is what happens when you get new technology that allows you to check email, facebook and blogs without getting on the computer (iPod Touch), when work does not allow you to access blogs, and when the last thing you really want to do when you get home is fire up the work laptop, as it seems that your husband is always on the home computer (as he has no access to the internet at work) when you want to look at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and do better. I need a place to keep myself a little more accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for today:&lt;br /&gt;Smoothie for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Who knows for lunch - it's a work meeting where they are providing food...&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Salad, as I have a bunch of lettuce (red, romaine, green leaf) that needs to get eaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will be packing my workout bag with me, with plans of running at the &lt;a href="http://www.runmdra.org/programs/domerunning.html"&gt;Metrodome&lt;/a&gt; tonight. I will need to see how the day goes and if I am wiped out again... but I will have my things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-5043490264937530305?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/5043490264937530305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=5043490264937530305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5043490264937530305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5043490264937530305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-just-at-stomach-flu-away-from-my.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m just a stomach flu away from my goal weight&quot;'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7248659463355360941</id><published>2009-01-05T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:45:09.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better, but not perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I can live with the better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SWLgPDd4B7I/AAAAAAAAABc/gQVWA6mZqiE/s1600-h/HPIM0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner out on Saturday, and I stuck to the lean protein (chicken) and ate all of my veggies, some of Eric's veggies, and avoided the bread, the potato and the alcohol. And I did look pretty good if I do say so myself.... I managed to get my hair into a pretty elaborate updo. It only took about an hour and a half...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SWLgOcXxsTI/AAAAAAAAABU/MNDDLxZAH_k/s1600-h/HPIM0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288035451225092402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SWLgOcXxsTI/AAAAAAAAABU/MNDDLxZAH_k/s320/HPIM0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SWLgPDd4B7I/AAAAAAAAABc/gQVWA6mZqiE/s1600-h/HPIM0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288035461719656370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SWLgPDd4B7I/AAAAAAAAABc/gQVWA6mZqiE/s320/HPIM0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SWLgPgt66KI/AAAAAAAAABk/rtIuOZqQUrE/s1600-h/HPIM0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288035469571582114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SWLgPgt66KI/AAAAAAAAABk/rtIuOZqQUrE/s320/HPIM0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, was okay... I ate a couple of SB muffins I had made, and was pretty good, until my friend and I decided to go to the movies. We went to see Valkyrie. It wasn't bad. It was actually quite interesting, and you were still hoping that they were going to succeed with the plan, even though that's not how it ends. Kind of like watching Titanic, actually... you know it ends badly, but you still hold out hope. Oh yeah, and what's a movie without a large buttered popcorn? Not exactly on the South Beach plan. But there could be worse things. And I actually didn't finish the whole thing. I got full and stopped. Chalk one up for me. Okay, half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I went to Book Club, where the host had made calzones. So I ate the filling, and a little of the bread (but not much), and drank lots of water. And avoided the box of Christmas goodies that was passed around. I was full, and didn't want anything.   Okay, I wanted a cookie with a peanut butter cup in the middle, but I didn't cave in.  And I am quite proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Christmas, I have lost 3 pounds. Nothing earth shaking, but it is a step in the right direction. I now need to not skip two days in a row of exercising. Tomorrow morning, I will get up and ride my bike in the basement. I have stuff on my iPod to keep me amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having fun with my new iPod touch. I downloaded some podcasts of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, and started to listen to one at work today. After some loud chuckles and snorts, I decided I couldn't do that - my cubicle neighbors might think I was having some sort of episode... and it was hard to concentrate on work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric's gonna be gone this weekend, and I plan to cook up a storm, to get some meals in the freezer for myself, and I am gonna clean, clean, clean, as we are hosting the 12th annual "Thank God The Holidays are Over" party the next weekend.  Should be fun as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, if I'm going to get up in the morning, I need to be off to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7248659463355360941?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7248659463355360941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7248659463355360941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7248659463355360941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7248659463355360941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-but-not-perfect.html' title='Better, but not perfect'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SWLgOcXxsTI/AAAAAAAAABU/MNDDLxZAH_k/s72-c/HPIM0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8448921971364144214</id><published>2009-01-01T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:35:32.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>And what would it be without some resolutions?  I'm not that big on resolutions, and why do they need to start on January 1st?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about some goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about one goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run a marathon this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some various assorted things I need to do to get there, which I suppose could be resolutions:  Eat better, lose weight, exercise more.  but I know I'm not going to reslove to exercise at least 30 minutes each day. Because, you know, life tends to get in the way, and you need to be flexibile, or things are too stressful.  Blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about ready to hop back on the South Beach bandwagon.  I kind of threw things out the window a bit since Thanksgiving.  Like drinking too much beer.  and eating Christmas goodies.  And more wine than is "allowed" on the diet.  Yeah.  Spent Boxing Day (I work for Canadians...) recovering from my hangover on the couch in the living room.   Drank too much wine at my husband's Aunt's house on Christmas, but I think it was the shot of Tequilla that did me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it starts.  Eric and I are going to Florida on February 27th.  I would like to drop a few more pounds before then, and I want to make some inroads on building up my endurance.  So from now until then (8 weeks or so) I am making a vow to not have any alcohol.  Partly because of Christmas, but also for the fact that I seem to be drinking more wine to compensate for the sugar I am not eating.  Hi.  Can we say swapping one addiction for another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to get here more to write.  Seems to make me more accountable for some reason.  Whatever works, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8448921971364144214?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8448921971364144214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8448921971364144214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8448921971364144214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8448921971364144214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3807524343173072327</id><published>2008-12-10T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:16:30.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Hangover</title><content type='html'>That was me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day - I caved and stopped at the drive through at McD's and got a small eggnog shake.  I remember them from when I used to work there, and I REALLY wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up at 4 this morning, feeling as though I had drank too much alcohol.  Yep, the dreaded sugar hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why was it such a long day????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Slept on the hide-a-bed Monday night.  Mom was in the guest room.  Grandma was in our bed.  Eric was on the couch downstairs...&lt;br /&gt;2. Eric had to plow snow at 5am.  Which meant that he had to get up at 4am.  Since he was sleeping on the couch downstairs, I set my phone alarm for 4am, to make sure he was up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mom and grandma were at the house because my aunt was having surgery on Tuesday.  She was having her gall bladder removed, and they had found a mass on one of her kidneys that they were not sure if it was cancerous or not, so they operated to remove the mass from the kidney at the same time  (one anesthesia, one incision, all of that)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sat at the hospital for the majority of the day.  I left as my aunt was going into recovery, after the doctor gave us an update that the mass was benign, around 5pm. I needed to drive my grandma home, and she lives about a hour and a half away.&lt;br /&gt;5. Drive through rush hour, got grandma delivered home, and headed back.  About 8pm, I decided to run through the McD's drive thru.  They forgot to give me a straw, but I managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Detox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3807524343173072327?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3807524343173072327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3807524343173072327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3807524343173072327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3807524343173072327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/12/sugar-hangover.html' title='Sugar Hangover'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2841064071198305863</id><published>2008-12-02T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:59:49.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how you feel after going for a run in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of had to talk myself out of bed... but it is a little easier when you are alone in a hotel bed, rather than at home snuggled up with the hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of proud of myself - got up and ran 3 miles this morning on the hotel's treadmill.  It's to counteract the 6 hours of driving yesterday.  I thought I was looking pretty good in my workout clothes, and headed to the exercise room, where I was able to snag the only treadmill.  There was another guy there on the elliptical.  And when I was done and leaving he told me: "good job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will keep me going for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2841064071198305863?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2841064071198305863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2841064071198305863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2841064071198305863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2841064071198305863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-5892694583781363865</id><published>2008-12-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:55:29.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December, already?</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.  Okay, just a random dump of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good.  Went to my sister's house in Oklahoma.  The drive sucked, but what can you do.  We drove part way on Tuesday, and stayed with a friend in Kansas City.  We went for a run on Wednesday morning, which was good - although she said she was slow.  Yeah.  Like she runs 9 minute miles slow....  me, I can relax and do 11 minute miles.   Got to my sister's at about 12:30 on Wednesday.  Drank wine, ate some deserts, but did pretty well sticking to South Beach foods.  Good news is: I didn't gain any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new cat.  White, male, about 5 months old. Name is Ashland. We are calling him Ash. Eric's mother had him - she rescued him from someone who thought he was too rambunctious, and was going to do something dire. Edie also thought he was a bit too "frisky" so we took him home. Need to train him not to sleep on Eric's head at night. But he's very friendly, mellow, and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower.  Wasn't done when I took a shower this morning.  Eric said he was going to finish it today, but I will believe it when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepson decided on a different career path... he's joining the Army.  I guess his sister and brother-in-law talked him into it when they were here at the beginning of November.  I think it will do him good, and give him more of a direction.  At this point, he's going into avionics repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran a 5K.  I kind of had it in the back of my head that I wanted to run a PR(Personal Record), but after not really doing any training since the half marathon... I didn't.  I didn't do too badly either - I ran it in about 30 minutes.  9 1/2 minute miles or thereabouts.  My best time is about 30 seconds faster than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up to be busier next year.  I am going to be on the board of the Jaycees again.  Well, as a non-voting member - I'm going to be the secretary.  I decided I wanted to be more active, and I thought if I was on the board, it would make me be more involved.  It's also that I want to help and support my friend that is going to be president next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about all I can think of.   Other than I'm still doing pretty well at the South Beach thing.  The pants I have been wearing are all too big.  But I have a bit more to go before I'm in the smaller sizes that I already own.  And I don't want to buy anything that I won't be wearing for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-5892694583781363865?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/5892694583781363865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=5892694583781363865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5892694583781363865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5892694583781363865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-already.html' title='December, already?'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2469504706064411114</id><published>2008-11-11T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:30:55.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still no shower</title><content type='html'>but I have a functioning tub.  Thank god I can still bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do the rest myself... but then Eric would get all cranky on me, that I wasn't doing it properly.  I'll give him until the weekend.   Then it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Yoga and Cooking retreat last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I've done yoga.  Not completely sold on it, but I don't know that it was exactly "intro" level.  Everyone else seemed to know what they were doing.  I felt clumsy, and felt like the instructor was singling me out that I was "doing it wrong".  Yeah.  Didn't make me want to do it again with that instructor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cooking.  Holy carb fest.  Yes.  I broke.  And ate ice cream with home-made hot fudge sauce, chocolate crepes, and carmalized bananas.  Topped with candied walnuts.  And I had a second helping with a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friend and I got up and went for a run on Sunday morning.  Well, a run/walk.  We went out intending to do the 6 mile loop, but she got a massive charlie horse in her calf at about 2 miles in, so we turned around and walked back.   But at least we got out there!  I gotta get my rear in gear if I want to do a 5K in a couple of weeks, but it's still crazy at work.  I know, excuses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm off.  I'm meeting someone at 7am, and it will take me about an hour to drive there in the morning.  The excitement never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2469504706064411114?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2469504706064411114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2469504706064411114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2469504706064411114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2469504706064411114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-no-shower.html' title='still no shower'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-545802148961994031</id><published>2008-11-05T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:11:41.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodelling.</title><content type='html'>My parents came and stayed for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only live an hour and a half away, but I asked if my dad could come and (help) fix the hole in our shower wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they came.  Dad also brought the power washer, and washed my window trim on the house to get rid of all of the loose and peeling paint.  While he worked in the bathroom (taking down tile and drywall, working on some plumbing, putting up new drywall, insulating, glueing up a shower surround) I workd on getting the windows primed and sealed, cooked all sorts of South Beach food and meals with my mother, visited about 12 grocery stores, and made several trips to the hardware store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did say South Beach.  I'm into my 4th week, and as of Monday, I was down 11 pounds, which puts me into the 170's.  My pants fit.  I wore a pair of size 12 pants to dinner last night even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I keep obsessing about food - can I eat this?  Ooooh, that looks good, wait, it's not on the "approved" list... it's actually going very well.  I'm not having insane cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see how it goes when I start logging miles on the work vehicle next week.  Driving definately sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I need to see if the shower surround is ready to be caulked.  I want to take a shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-545802148961994031?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/545802148961994031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=545802148961994031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/545802148961994031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/545802148961994031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/11/remodelling.html' title='Remodelling.'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7306919111285162423</id><published>2008-10-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:22:03.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in yet another hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on vacation.....  and I needed to let my husband nap for a bit before we go out to meet some folks for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in Kentucky, because Eric had a Muskies Inc. meeting here, and I decided I wanted to go with him and hang out.  So we flew in to Lexington on Friday, and drove around, in the rain.  Stopped at the Daniel Boone National Forrest Visitor center, in the rain.  Found our hotel room, in the rain.  Went to meet up at the hospitality area, in the rain.  And went and got some dinner, again, in the rain.  It rained on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I dropped Eric at his meeting, and headed back to the hotel to see what they had for their continental breakfast.  Um, donuts, Sunny Delight and Coffee just were not what I was looking for.  So I went back to our room, and managed to fall asleep again.  When I got up, I was up and out to find one of the hiking trails in the National Park.  I hiked for about 3 1/4 hours, and covered about 9 miles.  And yes, I was tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I noticed that I had missed a call from Eric saying he was done, so I drove straight there, then we went back to the hotel so I could shower.  We then went for a drive through more of the National Forrest, then out to dinner and then I was back to the hotel for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went out fishing with one of the local Muskies Inc members.  And caught nothing.  But it was a beautiful sunny, blue skies day out on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we go home.  I hear it's snowing.  Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7306919111285162423?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7306919111285162423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7306919111285162423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7306919111285162423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7306919111285162423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2133312682374199550</id><published>2008-10-19T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:00:20.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's never easy letting go</title><content type='html'>We had to put Alex (my 15-year old cat) to sleep on Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I crawled into bed Friday night, I heard her making a very strange noise, and she was laid out on the floor, whezing and unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she never got up.  The whezing went away, finally, but she had one pupil much larger than the other, and was just limp.  She was breathing, and her heart was beating, but was completely limp and unresponsive. It was about 11:00 at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put he into bed with me, and cuddled with her all night, and we took her to the vet in the morning, where they said that it looked like she had had a stroke.  And that the best option was to put her down, which was pretty much what we expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was hard letting go.  And as I wander around the house this weekend, I just start thinking about her and crying at odd moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest peacefully, my kitten.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2133312682374199550?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2133312682374199550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2133312682374199550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2133312682374199550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2133312682374199550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-never-easy-letting-go.html' title='It&apos;s never easy letting go'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8238044201367706671</id><published>2008-10-12T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:35:54.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success.</title><content type='html'>I finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 minutes faster that my PR.  (Personal Record)  And that is just completely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours and twenty five minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time not crying at the finish line.  I owned that race.  If you do the math, I averaged 11:01 minute miles.  Next time, I will do sub 11-minute miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day for a run.  One of those nice crisp, coolish fall days, with sun peeking through the trees on the trail, which were decked out in amazing fall colors.  I vascillated on what to wear, but ended up wearing a running skirt, and my Moving Soles T-shirt, and it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little sore today, since I didn't take enough time to stretch after - I jumped into the car pretty much right after the race to drive home - in time to hurry and get ready to go to a wedding reception.  People there were amazed and astounded that I had run a race that morning and I was still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what training will do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some associated news, I've decided to try South Beach.  Yep.  Drinkin' the Kool-Aid I am.  Bought a book at Target, and will be reading up on it today.  I started the morning with an egg white omlette with garlic scapes, tomato, and fat free feta.  Very tasty.  I'll need to make up a list and start some planning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8238044201367706671?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8238044201367706671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8238044201367706671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8238044201367706671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8238044201367706671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/10/success.html' title='Success.'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3169725089924841339</id><published>2008-10-09T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:39:13.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves</title><content type='html'>In 36 hours, I will be milling around the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I am nervous or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do it.  I know I can make it the 13.1 miles.  And I don't feel all that nervous right now.... I have been training for 12 weeks.  Okay, there was some slacking in there... but I honestly feel like this is the most prepared I have been for a longer race.  I've done two 10-mile races, and two half marathons.  I have in my mind, a goal to PR this race.  Which means I should finish in under 2 hours and 33 minutes, which is slow for most running the race, but that would be fabulous for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing I am most nervous about is the starting chute, and knowing how much I tend to panic in crowds.  At least I will have the support of friends to protect my back from being jostled.  Yep, irrational phobia girl here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Eric took the cat to the vet today, because she has been losing more weight, and is getting kind of bony.  The vet thinks she has an overactive thyroid, so hopefully we can get her on some meds to get her to a healthier weight, and so she has some energy!  She is 15 years old, so she will never be kittenish, but I would settle for her actually moving around the house and not sleeping all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to check the weather forecast, and pack for all running contingencies...&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3169725089924841339?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3169725089924841339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3169725089924841339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3169725089924841339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3169725089924841339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/10/nerves.html' title='Nerves'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2995649937051687846</id><published>2008-10-05T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:15:57.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>body image</title><content type='html'>My running group ususally goes for coffee after our runs on Saturday.  Not everyone goes every week, like me, but it's one of the reasons I love running with the group.  You get to share war stories, and share your successes, and comiserate when things are not going so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of my best runs ever yesterday.  As I told the coach - "I think I've finally found my running legs!"  I ended up doing just over 6.5 miles, instead of 8, but that's life.  I started out slower (about 12 minute miles) but was just feeling so good, that at the end I was doing somewhere around 10 to 10 1/2 minute miles.  And I felt just great when I was done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lady who has been running with the group for about 6 months now.  She is going with the group of us running one of the races in Ashland next weekend, and is planning on running her first 10K.  She's feeling frustrated with herself because she is comparing herself to some of the other runners in the group, not just in running ability, but body shape.  She said that she thought that if she started running, she would start looking like some of the very thin, trim runners in the group, and since she started running, she has not lost any weight - and it sucks.  I agree, it's tough.  But there is really no getting around genetics sometimes, and sometimes you just have to come to grips with that, and accept it for what it is.  Nobody is ever completely satisfied with how they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's me: I know I'm somewhat using it as an excuse, that I can't lose weight when I training for a long race, but to some extent it's true.  After next weekend, I am going to quit using that as an excuse, and work on dropping the 30 pounds I have regained.  I just have to, if I want to keep doing the longer races.  It's not bad - but I can tell that the weeks with longer milage are starting to hurt my knee again, and I want/need to keep running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fine balancing act.  And I just need to figure out where to put the fulcrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2995649937051687846?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2995649937051687846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2995649937051687846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2995649937051687846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2995649937051687846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/10/body-image.html' title='body image'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3903715918950614613</id><published>2008-10-03T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:53:10.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marathon weekend</title><content type='html'>That's because this is the weekend of the Twin Cities Marathon, not that I have lots going on this weekend.  In fact, I think I have more scheduled "down time" than I have in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say there are not things going on.  There are.... Eric and I will be leaving shortly to go to the marathon expo, so he can pick up his necessary stuff, and then go with the group to do a final walk-through of the finish area.  He runs the clock at the finish line.   I will be doing some browsing of running paraphenelia.  Because, you know, you can never have enough paraphnelia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, I will be running 8 miles with my running group.  Easy peasy.... I did an 8-mile run on Wednesday in.... wait for it.... one hour and 37 minutes.  I was doing sub 11-minute miles.  For 8 miles in a row.  I've never done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon/evening, I will be doing some socializing.  The plan is to do Renaissance Recovery at the Fest grounds at 5pm, then when I feel like leaving, I'm gonna go wish a friend  happy birthday at her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I have not decided what I want to do yet.  I might go volunteer with the marathon.  I had fun one year making sure only registered runners went into the starting chute (I wear the "Security" T-shirt for pajamas now, since it's a 2XL!).  Or I might join some folks with my running group to to cheer on the runners.  Or I might just stay home and get stuff done around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I need a snack to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3903715918950614613?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3903715918950614613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3903715918950614613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3903715918950614613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3903715918950614613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/10/marathon-weekend.html' title='marathon weekend'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8375359239473766122</id><published>2008-09-30T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:50:15.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a cloudy afternoon...</title><content type='html'>Went for a run today after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was pretty awesome.  5 miles.  In 54:23.  And I feel like a million bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and Eric is making a healthy dinner for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get any better than that?&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8375359239473766122?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8375359239473766122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8375359239473766122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8375359239473766122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8375359239473766122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-cloudy-afternoon.html' title='On a cloudy afternoon...'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2203093217009693436</id><published>2008-09-30T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:00:47.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey dad, can I borrow the car?</title><content type='html'>I borrowed my dad's Mustang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convertible&lt;/span&gt; for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was great, I took off early from work, and drove around doing errands with the top down, enjoying probably the last warm day we will have.  Unfortunately the weather Saturday and Sunday did not cooperate as well.  It's still fun to drive, even if you don't have the top down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still coasting along here - went for my last long run before my half marathon in two weeks.... 12 miles on Saturday.  It made me tired, but I did it!  Saturday afternoon/evening we went to a friend's wedding, and left the reception at 9pm, because I am old, and was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the last day at Fest.  It's both a relief and sad, all at the same time.  It's a lot of time involvement, but it's also people you only see during that time.  Hard to believe that it was my 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year working out there.  Once I download the pictures off the camera, I will post up a picture of the new outfit I made this year.  I will need to replace more pieces next year, but that will have to wait until other stuff gets finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took the day off, and spent some time lazing around the house.  I had good intentions of getting some house cleaning done, but was just able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;organize&lt;/span&gt; some of my sewing stuff, and change the sheets on the bed and vacuum the rug in the bedroom.  Other than that, I laid in bed and watched me some TV.  I think I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that it is dark so late in the morning now... but since it is cooler in the afternoons, perhaps afternoon runs won't suck as much.  Need to keep in the game if I want to PR my half marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gotta&lt;/span&gt; go get ready for work.  At least I'm in town all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2203093217009693436?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2203093217009693436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2203093217009693436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2203093217009693436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2203093217009693436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-dad-can-i-borrow-car.html' title='Hey dad, can I borrow the car?'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6576637251124526983</id><published>2008-09-19T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:13:34.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of sync</title><content type='html'>that's what my week felt like - out of sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, because of various things, I didn't go for a run in the morning.  No big deal, I ran in the early evening, since it was just 3 miles.  Easy peasy.  Exept I ran somewhere that I had not gone before.  And there was a mother of a hill.  And I think it kicked my ass. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I had a meeting that went until about 2:30, then I had to drive to Thief River Falls.  Got in after 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, morning, after I slept like crud - I really hate poolside rooms - I knew I would probably have time in the afternoon, so I decided to do my run then.  7 miles.  I had to talk myself into it, but I did it.  Then went back to work to do some observations with the supervisor.  And I don't think I got enough fuel back into my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning, had serious low blood sugar issues.  And I was tired.  And had to drive back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - the alarm went off, and I didn't want to get up.  And I felt just off for most of the day, so I came home to nap.  And to get more refueled with some good carbs, protein and fat so I can do my 6 miles tomorrow.  IN THE MORNING.  Since that is what works best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be back in sync.  Lesson learned:  run in the morning, because that is what the body likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some other news....&lt;br /&gt;My house is a mess.  I have like two million projects going on.  I'm going in too many different directions, and trying to get in some decent training runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is, however the crazy season.:&lt;br /&gt;* Weddings (two in the next four weeks, had one in August) and I like to give crocheted afgahns as gifts.  I don't know that they will be done in time for the next  two.  They will understand, right?&lt;br /&gt;* Seems like I am always training for a big race that is at the end of fall.  Which means that I spend a lot of time running, or doing other things related to that, like stretching etc.&lt;br /&gt;* Renaissance Festival.  I work there with the Shakopee Jaycees, as a beer wench.  So the weekends are pretty much all taken up with that.  And I like to make my own outfits... am working on one right now, that just might not get done this season, and I'm kind of disappointed in that.  Hmmmm maybe it will be done for the last day, right?&lt;br /&gt;* Life in general - with trying to spend some quality time with my husband between all of the stuff I am doing, and with all of his fishing tournaments that fall in September.  And trying to find time to celebrate our wedding anniversary. (We will have been married 7 years on the 22nd!)&lt;br /&gt;* Work - next month we start putting together safety committee plans for 2009, and there is a lot of groundwork that needs to be laid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder I am feeling the need for a vacation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6576637251124526983?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6576637251124526983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6576637251124526983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6576637251124526983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6576637251124526983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-of-sync.html' title='Out of sync'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2954850674468492856</id><published>2008-09-11T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:36:17.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demando cat</title><content type='html'>That's what Eric calls my cat, Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still limping around.  Yep, she's definately getting old.  I think she probably has some nerve or something pinched in her back.  She doesn't seem to be in any pain, but she has a hard time getting up on anything, and an even harder time getting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like on the bed.  When she first started to (is "fail" the right word?), she would still try to jump up on the bed from the floor.  And she would miss a lot of the time, and fall to the floor.  So I put a laundry basket with a towel over it by the corner of the bed.  And she would jump over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it has turned to a paper box turned over with a fabric pad over it.  And she uses it all the time.  Jump on the box.  Jump on the cedar chest at the foot of the bed.  Then on to the bed.  And in reverse on the way down.  Of course that was after she went ass over teakettle a number of times trying to jump off the bed witout taking the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I saw her walk into the bathroom, and look at the counter top, like she wanted to jump up and see what was up there.  She lifed up one paw.  Then set it down, and looked disgusted.  Like "man, it's hell to get old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still does a lot of the same things though - the one I think is the funniest is that she pushes open the door to the bathroom when you are sitting down, does a bump to the left shin, circles around, does a bump to the right, and walks out the door again.  She's been doing that one for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing she does is tell you that the food dish is not full enough.  She'll go find you, wherever you are, and start meowing.  Until you follow her to the dish and add a little bit.  She does prefer that you keep her company when she eats - for all of the three bites she takes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she loves to be on your lap when you are at the computer.  She hears the typing on the keyboard, and comes in the room and demands that you pick her up and put her on your lap.  She used to jump, now she just looks at you with this cute pitiful look until you pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's a left shoulder cat.  When you pick her up, she always goes to put her paws on your left shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving her half a baby asprin every other day, and I think it helps some, but I just know in my heart she's getting old.  I got her as a kitten in the spring of 1993, so she's 15 1/2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's my 'Lex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2954850674468492856?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2954850674468492856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2954850674468492856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2954850674468492856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2954850674468492856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/09/demando-cat.html' title='Demando cat'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2534313620147873869</id><published>2008-09-10T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:42:57.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>It's been busy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Excuses, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of took last week off.  I only ran twice - and three miles each time.  I think I needed the time off.  I ran this morning - a bit over 5 miles.  And I was running less than 11-minute miles.  And I don't feel completely exhausted.  Success....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good birthday on Friday.  It's a little hard to believe I'm now 38...  Eric was out of town, and with the insanity of the Fair and other things, we decided to go out for a celebration dinner on Monday, since a friend had given me tickets to a concert on Monday night.  Billy McLauglin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting evening.  It started out with us scampering around the house and looking in cars, in the boat, in the laundry down the chute for Eric's wallet.  Nowhere to be found... so we went without it.  We were a bit late for our reservation, but since it was a Monday night, it wasn't that busy.  After dinner, we walked over towards the Ordway, and it looked a little dark and un-busy for a concert... so I pull out the tickets.  Doh!  it was at the Guthrie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hop in the car and cruize from St. Paul to Minneapolis.  Less than 10 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a small break... It was the oddest thing.  When there was a break, and the usher was leading us through the doors to seat us, I got this whiff of the theater.  Gaffer's tape.  And wow, did it bring back memories of working in the theater in college.  You ever have a smell do that to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were two artists that played before Billy.  The concert started at 7:30, and he didn't start until well after 9.  It was good, but man.... after an hour and a half of acoustic guitar music, I was pretty mellowed out and tired.  Of course it might be that I'm old, and want to go to bed at 9:30.  Yeah, so at intermission, when we knew it was going to be longer than what we had on the meter we knew that we had to plug the meter.  But all of the change we had had already gone into the meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a happy circumstance though - we ran into a friend, and borrowed some quarters.  Like I said, an interesting evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I've rambled on about not much of anything... I'm going to go help my husband make some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2534313620147873869?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2534313620147873869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2534313620147873869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2534313620147873869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2534313620147873869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2697465256684258089</id><published>2008-08-28T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:57:35.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Lordy am I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was more tired yesterday.  I think I am burning the candle at both ends this week.  Tuesday, even though I had Monday off, felt like it should be Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of the house Tuesday am before 6.  Drove 2.5 hours to my destination to find that the supervisor I was supposed to meet there, was not there - he had something come up, and didn't remember to tell me... so I talked with the folks that were there, and did some inspections, went to the yard office, caught up on some e-mail, then drove back to my meeting with my vendor in Eden Prairie.  The meeting went well, then we went to dinner.  We had an Ahi tuna appetizer, and since I wasn't that hungry after that, I had two side dishes for my dinner - roasted root vegetables and rosemary mushrooms.  Can we say yum?  Okay, so I had a few beverages.  And some cheesecake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedensday, because I skipped my scheduled run on Tuesday, I got up at 4:30am to get in 6 miles before my meeting at 7am.  Then it was out doing some inspections and audits in the yard, and working on an emergency response plan with one of the supervisors.  About 2:30pm, I could barely keep my eyes open.  So I went home and crawled into bed with Eric, and napped for a bit.  After he left for work, I started gathering stuff together for the upcoming camping trip, and discovered that my stepson had not returned the tent that he had borrowed a couple of weeks before.  You kind of need a tent when you go camping.  So I trekked over to his house, and then made a trip to the grocery store for supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I folded and put away 3 loads of laundry, and emptied the dishwasher before heading to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this evening, because I need to drive to Superior in the morning to be there for a 9am meeting, I thought I should get in Friday's run tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 miles.  felt like I was running through sludge.  There is a reason I run in the morning - because in the afternoon/evening, I feel like I just tank.  The scary thing is, I did it in under an hour.  About 6 weeks ago, I was doing good to cover that distance in that time.  Perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drained.  Feel like I have no energy.  I suppose it does not help that I'm hungry, but I just don't feel like eating.  Nothing sounds good.  Gazpacho I just made? Nah.  Tabouli made with fresh tomatos from my garden? Nah.  Ice cream?  Nah.  Granola bars? Nah.  Pizza? nah.  It just kind of sucks - I don't know what's up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta pack up for camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2697465256684258089?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2697465256684258089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2697465256684258089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2697465256684258089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2697465256684258089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7488980559038743783</id><published>2008-08-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:17:47.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The game</title><content type='html'>today it was: figure out what we can get on Anneke's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood.  from a lovely blemish on my chest that was just cranky...&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo sauce.  from a dropped piece of chicken dipped in said sauce&lt;br /&gt;Water and napkin crumbles.  from trying to remove the buffalo sauce&lt;br /&gt;Beer.  because I couldn't not spill my beer.  Got my shoe on that one too.&lt;br /&gt;More water.  My water bottle top was not on tight, so it leaked.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Greasy crumbs from cheese curds.  Luckily, they didn't leave spots&lt;br /&gt;Milk.  Because there was just not enough there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off of work today, and I spent the day at the State Fair with my parents.  We wandered around the grandstand booths, went to listen to some polka, watched a program celebrating minnesota's 150 years of statehood, saw the big pumpkin, watched the parade, and wandered on machinery hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.  I ate too much, but what the hell, right?  It's the state fair.  And I had to see what else I could potentially spill on my shirt, right?  I guess it is counter balanced a tiny bit with all of the walking we did.  And the 3 miles I ran this morning (in 31 minutes, thankyouverymuch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Sunday), I played domestic goddess - I changed the sheets on the bed, picked up and straightened the guest bedroom (because my parents were coming to stay the night).  Cleaned the bathroom.  Decrapped the dining room table and put on the tablecloth my mother just made me.  Sorted and did a few loads of laundry.  Cleaned the kitchen.  When mom got to my house, we prepped and canned some tomatos, made some picinic lunch, and headed out to a dedication ceremony then a "family picinic".  We left the house for the two last activities at a little after 12 noon.  I think I was motivated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be coming way too early, and will be filled to the brim.  I am meeting with one of our supervisors and his crew out near Glenwood.  They start at 6am.  will NOT be there then, but I know I will be leaving the house at the butt crack of pre-dawn.  Then I have a meeting with a vendor in the afternoon, which will then include dinner.  Last time we did this I got home at 8:30pm...  The rest of the week will be spent catching up on things at home, because I am going camping with some friends to Madeline Island over Labor Day weekend.  Just don't want to hang around for the RNC all that much, being that we LIVE in St. Paul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7488980559038743783?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7488980559038743783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7488980559038743783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7488980559038743783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7488980559038743783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/08/game.html' title='The game'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6458527934536634512</id><published>2008-08-20T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:17:01.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>After my run this morning, I felt like I had been swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuk and double yuk to the heat and the humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, slow and easy does the trick.  5 miles down this morning.  Wasn't sure if I was going to be able to run the whole thing, but I did.  I was just slow... about 57 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent most of the day in the office.  It felt odd... like I hadn't been there in a while.  Oh wait, that's right, I haven't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, it's off to the grocery store to get a bunch of stuff.  Like cheese.  And vinegar.  I don't think I have gotten any groceries for about three weeks - with all of the food in the freezer, and the stuff we have been getting from our farm share, and with me traveling and not eating said food, I just haven't gone.  I think Eric might be suffering for it, but he's not complaining, much.  His request was fruit: Nectarines, plums, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is getting married on Saturday.  I kind of had it in my mind, back in February, that I would lose enough weight to wear my hot red dress to the wedding.  Just not gonna happen.  It's that whole treading water thing.  Weight wise.  I don't know why I can't be bothered to make an effort.  I start out well in the morning, with my pep talks to myself during my runs... and then I just chuck it out the window.   Not sure what needs to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on.  Not like it's the end of the world - and I'm healthy.  Do I really need more than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6458527934536634512?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6458527934536634512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6458527934536634512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6458527934536634512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6458527934536634512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/08/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8436197348511333905</id><published>2008-08-19T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:15:18.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxed running</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I did push myself a bit this morning, but after I was done, I was so energized and relaxed all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 miles.  32 minutes 23 seconds.  I know, in the whole scheme of things, that's slow.  But I broke the 11 minute mile barrier.  I think that made me happier than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I drove to Glenwood for a meeting.  They had nicely moved it from 9am to 11am, so I didn't have to leave at the butt crack of dawn.  I even had enough time this morning to make coffee and eat some breakfast before I left.  And the other success:  I didn't break down and get DQ on the way home after not getting anything resembling lunch until well after 3 (hard to eat when you are on a locomotive, waiting for a signal to change...)  but instead, went to Subway and got a Turkey sub and some Flat Earth chips.  I don't know - I just have no desire whatsoever to do the whole weigh/measure/limit thing.  If I'm hungry, I eat.  And I am trying to stick to the healthier choices and just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the running, I'm feeling much better, stronger, healthier - and my pants seem to be fitting a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note, the job interview has been moved to the Thursday after Labor Day.  I could have done it on the Friday, but that's my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on, except the State Fair starts on Thursday, and I won't really see my hubby for those 12 days of insanity.  Since he works from 5pm to 8am.  The only thing that's nice about that is all of the overtime he makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have a 5 mile run on the schedule.  Hopefully it won't be as warm as it was this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8436197348511333905?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8436197348511333905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8436197348511333905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8436197348511333905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8436197348511333905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/08/relaxed-running.html' title='Relaxed running'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8632099899162049209</id><published>2008-08-18T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:46:19.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend whirlwind</title><content type='html'>It was a full weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I got up early and drove to where my running group was meeting.  I was there early so I could get in my long run and try and finish when the others did.  10 miles.  And I ran the whole thing (well, jogged...) in under 2 hours.  My Garmin told me that I burned over 1500 calories.   I actually felt really good about the whole thing, and my knees were not hurting at all, which was a definate plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home to finish a garter for my friend... her shower was in the afternoon, and I made some gazpacho, and packed up clothes for the pool, and an overnight stay and my Renassance gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower was a pool party.  It was really nice to relax and float in the pool.  I even fell asleep on one of the loungers by the side of the pool.  It was a fun time, and much food was eaten and adult beverages drank.  There was even a break in the action to see the relay team with Michael Phelps win the gold.  You wouldn't think of a bunch of women yelling and cheering at the television - but there we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday it was up and out to the Renaissance Festival.  Where it was stinkin' hot.  Almost to the point of being unbearable.  It was great seeing all of the folks I haven't seen since last year, and to do some catching up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one customer that was just hilarious - without him even trying... he walked up to our beer booth, and I could see that he had been drinking/eating some sort of blue raspberry concoction.  I told him to stick out his tounge - which was completely blue.  I asked "How was smurfette?" which got a bit of a laugh.  Because he looked youngish, we carded him.  He hands my friend an ID, and we are looking at it... and I ask "you're under 21?" because over the picture, it says UNDER 21, and he starts getting all flustered and sputtering "I'm older than 21!" and my friend then asks "and you're a girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had given us his girlfreind's ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pretty embarassed over the whole thing, but took it very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed over that for the next hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was really dead, we ended up leaving at about 5:30, so it was nice to get home earlier than expected.  I ended up working on the "damn afgahn" that I am planning on giving to my friend for her wedding next Saturday (different friend than we had the party for this weekend), and I managed to get it  to the point that all is left is the border.  Thank God it is almost done.  It has been a really slow pattern - I don't think I will ever make this one again - thus the damn afgahn!  The plan is to get it finished tonight, then to work on a new Renaissance outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - I have a job interview on Tuesday the 26th.  The posting said it was up to 50% travel, with maybe half involving overnight stays.  To my accounting, that would be about 25% travel... 'cause if you say that out of the office is travel, I travel at least 75% of the time.  And this job would be travel within the state only.  I can live with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo - it's off to think about making some dinner.  Exciting stuff, since I probably haven't done that for two weeks because I have been traveling for work.  (See how that works?)  Home for dinner.  Nothing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8632099899162049209?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8632099899162049209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8632099899162049209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8632099899162049209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8632099899162049209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-whirlwind.html' title='Weekend whirlwind'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-4684153634167822941</id><published>2008-08-11T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T05:02:44.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills</title><content type='html'>I seriously thought about crawling back into bed when the alarm went off at 4:50 this morning.  No that is not a typo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I got dressed in my workout clothes, putzed a little, and headed out the door at 5:15.  Hills were on the menu today.  About a mile warmup, then I ran up the long hill by the water resevoir by my house.  Definately killer - it's about 1/4 mile long and steep... and did 4 repeats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.3 miles in all today.  And I feel strong and motivated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a day off of working out, but I did manage to vacuum, brush the cat (who has been trying to hack up hairballs), clean up all sorts of cat barf, clean the litter, did all the laundry, and worked on my renaissance costume.  And I prepped food for the grill that Eric then put on the grill for dinner:  Burgers and corn.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I am off for the shower, get ready for meetings at work this morning, then I amd driving to Fargo.  For three nights.  Somehow, the stars aligned, and three of my S&amp;amp;H committees are having meetings this week in the Fargo area - one on Tuesday, one on Wednesday, and on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing exercise clothes, and the afgahn I need to finish, so that's what I will be doing in my free time.  Along with watching some olympics.  I was going to try and hold out, I hate how I get sucked into watching all that TV.... but what the heck, it doesn't happen all that often, and what else is there to do in Fargo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-4684153634167822941?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/4684153634167822941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=4684153634167822941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4684153634167822941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4684153634167822941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/08/hills.html' title='Hills'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1171224820139502878</id><published>2008-08-07T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T05:20:37.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed due to vandalism</title><content type='html'>That was the sign on the bathroom in the park I ran through this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me sad when things like that happen.  It's a nice park, with a playground, and a fishing dock, and a nice trail around the lake - yet a few people have to screw it up for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was out the door, and running at 5:30 this morning.  5 miles.  57 minutes.  And all is well with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was not feeling that last night when I finally got home at 9:30pm.  I was so mentally and physically tired.  And feeling a lot of self-hate, since I ate breakfast and lunch at McDonald's and for dinner, I had a small blizzard from Dairy Queen.  Ah, the wonders of eating and driving.  I know I could have made healthier choices, but I just had a "screw it" attitude yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rejection notices from both jobs I interviewed for a couple of weeks ago.  So I have applied more places.  I just don't want to travel (driving) as much anymore, because all I do is eat crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about all I have to say - have to get to work to get prepped for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1171224820139502878?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1171224820139502878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1171224820139502878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1171224820139502878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1171224820139502878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/08/closed-due-to-vandalism.html' title='Closed due to vandalism'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3964395139123198074</id><published>2008-07-31T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:16:11.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding the runner's high</title><content type='html'>That's where I was at 5:30am on Wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was not the best. I figured out that pretty much everyone (but one) was not going to be able to make book club that evening. I guess these things happen for a reason... it was actually not that bad of a thing, since I had really done nothing to prepare (other than cleaning, which really needed to be done anyway) but it was still kind of depressing. I came home after work and did a little bit of pouting, in my own way (which consisted of drinking a couple of beers at 3 in the afternoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got off my duff, and made a nice dinner for Eric and I, then I started packing for my trip to Alexandria, (MN) for meetings and team building golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hated the way that everything I put on made me look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slacking in the food department lately. I had been writing things down, and trying to be conscious of what I was eating... and the scale went down a couple of pounds, but then I just started to not care again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now care again. But DAMN! I hate watching what I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up at 4:45 on Wednesday, and ran 4 miles. And at the end, when the endorphins were kicking in, I pushed it, and rode my runner's high as long as I could. It felt great. I shall be repeating it tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't go out this morning, because after a 4 mile run, a 2.5 hour drive, a meeting, a round of golf, 4 light beers, a dinner in the park, and finally being able to check into my hotel room around 8:30pm, I couldn't see my way to drag my arse out of bed. I know. Excuses will get you no where.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - I got something interesting in the mail today. I couldn't figure out who was sending me a package that felt like a catalog... so I open it up, and there is a memory card from a funeral. The gentleman we bought our house from (well, actually his kids moved him out and sold the house) passed away on June 15th. There was also a catalog and a note in the package. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Anneke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A while ago you kindly sent an important letter on to my father. He was happy to receive it as this information had somehow been misplaced. He had asked me to send you some steaks as a thank-you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadly, Dad was in poor health this year and passed away on Father's Day. I am eclosing a gift certificate so you can make your own choices... and maybe think of Dad when you are out grilling on the patio he built.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for your kind actions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enclosed in the note was a gift certificate for $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this for doing something I thought was no big deal, and something that was what should have been done. I forwarded on information on a life insurance policy. I guess it just goes to show you, what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, it's off to bed, so I can get up and get another high in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3964395139123198074?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3964395139123198074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3964395139123198074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3964395139123198074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3964395139123198074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/07/riding-runners-high.html' title='Riding the runner&apos;s high'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6595093165846037176</id><published>2008-07-26T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:49:05.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word to describe my run this morning</title><content type='html'>that would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel just great. 7.03 miles. I walked for a little bit, twice, to drink some water, but I averaged about 5 miles per hour. And when I was done, I felt like I could run more. I even gave it a good kick at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I run. Because it makes me feel strong, healthy, and that I can leap tall buildings. Nothing is impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Anneke's in a good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's out fishing, and I have a ton of laundry to tackle today. I'll get that sorted and started, then I have some projects I want to work on: Pillows for the benches outside, look for the fabric and pattern for a new Renaissance outfit, and work on an afgahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I might know why my fountain keeps losing water - more to come on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6595093165846037176?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6595093165846037176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6595093165846037176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6595093165846037176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6595093165846037176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/07/word-to-describe-my-run-this-morning.html' title='A word to describe my run this morning'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7143003745414641181</id><published>2008-07-24T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:14:38.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have nothing to say as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are things.  And that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know - criptic much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am signed up to run a half marathon in October.  I have not been running as much as I should - but I'm still feeling the woes of the hip pull.  I definately feel it when I run, and it hurts, but not that bad.  And after I get some distance under my shoes, it feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, I am stiff and sore.  I feel old.  I sit for a bit, then when I get up, I walk hunched over until my back straightens out.  It really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go for a pretty good run on Saturday.  Went around Harriet and Calhoun.  My garmin said it was 6.85 miles.  Which is further than I have run since last summer, when the knee injury in August wrote an end to my marathon training.  Sunday, my friend Quinn and I went kayaking from Calhoun to Lake of the Isles, to Cedar Lake, to Beaver Lake and back.  It was a beautiful and gorgeous day, and I can see why people like to kayak so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been home all week (not traveling), and have worked on getting the fountain next to the patio shaped up and running.  I cleaned, and etched, and plugged, and dry-locked the basin.  Tonight I put water in it, and hooked up the pump.  It looks like it still loses water though.  I don't know what else I can do to fix it.  I guess I just keep putting more water in it when it is running, so I don't ruin the pump.  I am very excited to have people over for book club next Tuesday to have someone other than myself enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really long day, mentally.  I did get a nice sushi lunch out of it though - if there is one silver lining to it.  Yeah, I got deposed this afternoon, for something at work, which I really can't discuss, because that is the way it goes.  But, our council told me that I did a good job.  I listened to the questions, and just answered the question that was asked.  He said that he does not give praise lightly, and that I deserved it.  It was still exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I had a couple of job interviews last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from one that "my qualifications did not match their needs as closely as other candidates".  Which I think is okay, since it is headquarted on the other side of town, and has up to 50% travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting to hear back from the other, which was a phone interview.  I really want that job.  I know I would do a good job there.  Keep your fingers crossed, and sent me some good vibes that they call me in for a face-to-face interview, where I can convince them to hire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose.  Off to get some rest, so I can run in the morning... since the best of intentions to exercise after work just don't seem to pan out.  Too many other distractions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7143003745414641181?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7143003745414641181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7143003745414641181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7143003745414641181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7143003745414641181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6258790665800996556</id><published>2008-07-03T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:39:08.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you mean I can't run?</title><content type='html'>Well, I kind of thought that yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up again at 5 to do 4 miles. My hip was a bit sore, but I thought it was because I was just a little sore from running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt pretty much all day. I would get up from my desk and limp around the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the chiropractor (had the appointment made already) and told him I thought I had pulled a muscle in my hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some. He said I had pulled the hip, the gluteal and some of the erector abdominals. Asked if I had been running hills. My answer? Well there are hills on my run, but nothing unusual - it's my usual route. He wasn't sure how I had managed to do what I had done... but thinking on it, it's the same hip I fell on Saturday, when I tipped over on my bike. I probably did something then, then aggrivated it by running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no running for a bit. He did say I could bike. So that is what I will be doing. Good thing I like doing that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now day 3 of journaling, and staying within my points. We went to my MIL's house last night to visit, and she served us desert - a huge slice of angel food cake with strawberries and whipped cream. I ate the strawberries. And gave the rest to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this morning, the scale showed me down to 188. Sunday, it said I was 194.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to be "good" this weekend, and not throw random alcohol and crap into my system. I will be going with journal in hand, with plans to ride my bike every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No coasting.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6258790665800996556?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6258790665800996556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6258790665800996556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6258790665800996556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6258790665800996556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='What do you mean I can&apos;t run?'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8502524124717072231</id><published>2008-07-01T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:36:23.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 slow ones</title><content type='html'>Miles that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I averaged about 4.7 mph this morning on my run.  And it was good.  Glad I got out of bed at 5am. Glad I didn't crawl back in bed.  Glad that I still can do it.  Baby steps.  I could have run faster, but I didn't want to.  And I ran the whole way.  All 51 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite the mental chat with myself this morning too.  I headed out the door sans mp3 player, and enjoyed the surroundings.  And I gave myself a pep talk that I have been needing.  One of the reasons I wanted to lose weight in the previous round, was so that I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; run, and do active things, and not feel like I was killing myself.  Nothing good comes to you without challenges.  I kept thinking of this quote:  "It's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it.  The hard is what makes it great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new motto?  No coasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in - get off your ass and do something about it.  Quit whining, and do what you know needs to be done.  And quit feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I gave myself a much needed kick in the ass.  At this point it is working, I just need to get into the habit again.  I have a plan.  And that's how it begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and a goal of wearing this really hot red velvet spagetti strap gown to my friend's wedding in August.  'Cause I can be a hot babe if I work at it.  I want my husband to tell me I look "dangerous" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8502524124717072231?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8502524124717072231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8502524124717072231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8502524124717072231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8502524124717072231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-slow-ones.html' title='4 slow ones'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6209127814884569883</id><published>2008-06-30T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:07:48.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle stop</title><content type='html'>I swam laps for 1/2 an hour yesterday, which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I drank 4 calorie-laden beverages... yes.  Beer.  Then I fell asleep on a floatie in the pool, and sunburned the front of my thighs.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - I started again.  I have a little notebook that I carry around with me, all set to track points, and hold myself accountable.  I usually make it a day or two before I start slacking again.  Baby steps.  I started counting points again today, and wrote some of my thoughts down too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm done.  Being fat, that is.  My pants don't fit.  I feel suggish, and like a turtle that can't move.  My back is stiff when I sit for any period of time.  And I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; feeling fat, bloated and self-conscious, like people ar looking at me and judging me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I really feel.  I'll take pity party for one, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed this much when I got married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained .6 pounds at the weigh in yesterday.  And the first weigh in was right after I got back from vacation in Mexico.  And I knew I was going to gain, but the reality slap in the face about made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running coach e-mailed the group photo from this weekend, and my face is the roundest one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I find my way back here?  I said I wouln't go back.  Yet, again, here I am.  Feeling sorry for myself, and hating how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I signed up to run a half marathon in the fall.  The Whistle Stop, which is the second weekend in October in Ashland, WI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins.  Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6209127814884569883?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6209127814884569883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6209127814884569883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6209127814884569883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6209127814884569883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/06/whistle-stop.html' title='Whistle stop'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3482956363724399028</id><published>2008-06-29T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:22:58.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wipeout</title><content type='html'>It was a crazy, mixed up, filled up day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to get out my bicycle, and ride down to Harriet Island in St. Paul to cheer on people from my running group that were doing the Time to Fly 5K and 10K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs to get my bicycle tires all aired up and ready to go... and the rear tire would not hold any air.  Crap.  Gotta change the tube.  I knew I had a tube somewhere... found it in the garage.  Now what?  I have never changed a tire tube before.  I seemed to recall watching a friend of mine do it with some funky tool... so I grab something from the coffee table downstairs that looked similar to what I remembered his tool looking like.  What did I grab?  That would be a crochet hook.  I did it.  I changed it all by myself.  I didn't let the obstacle in my path keep me from my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Harriet Island in fine time - most of the 7 miles are downhill, after all.  And had a fine line of sight to see the Excel Energy smokestack be imploded and taken down.  It was cool.  But also a little unsettling, as this last week I had been in classes for emergency response, and a lot of the stuff we talked about was things that have happened - like the OK city bombing, and 9/11, and watching the stack fall was kind of cool and creepy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all of my friends had a great time running the race. I suppose I could have run, but I have decided I will be saving up for a half marathon in the fall, instead of paying for races throughout the summer.  Heaven knows I don't need more T-shirts.  And interesingly enough, as we were cheering for the women in our group, Lucas runs by... the same lady I saw in the airport in Tulsa...  So I went over and congratulated her.  She did really awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was back on the bicycle for the ride home.  Just as I was coming up to the Wabasha bridge, I was just a little too indecisive about being on the road, or getting on the sidewalk, so I managed to hit the curb with the side of my front tire, and fall over onto the sidewalk.  Pretty much in front of the cop who was manning a baracade for the race.  Damn toe clips.  Yeah, I was fine after I got myself untangled a bit, but my hip and wrist are a little sore this morning.  I've had worse.  It's still embarassing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am on my way to my friend's pool, hopefully to swim some laps.  On the way there, I will be stopping in for the final weigh-in for this contest I entered.  yeah, to see who can be the biggest loser.  I can tell you right now, it won't be me.  I'll probably be the biggest gainer, since I think I am up 5 pounds from where we started 4 months ago.  I need to get my ass in gear, and start walking the talk.  I have been so half-assed and ambivalent about my diet/exercise, and my pants don't fit.  I was feeling like a "fat american" in Calgary all this week, and I hate it.  Yet, I don't seem to be doing much about it.  What gives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about going back to a WW meeting, as that is what has worked before.  Who knows what the future will bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note, I'm off to ofically become the big gainer (loser) of this contest.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3482956363724399028?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3482956363724399028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3482956363724399028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3482956363724399028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3482956363724399028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/06/wipeout.html' title='Wipeout'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6987943543999178277</id><published>2008-06-10T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:56:56.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like to run in the morning</title><content type='html'>1. It starts the day out, and gives me much energy&lt;br /&gt;2. When I run in the afternoon I start out too quickly, and tank&lt;br /&gt;3. It's much cooler in the morning&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not always awake, so I don't always notice the first mile, which is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I didn't run this morning:&lt;br /&gt;1. I woke up at 4am worried about my cat, got up and read some, then crawled back into bed at 4:30 after turning off the 5am alarm.&lt;br /&gt;2. I could have gone at 4:30... but honestly I was scared to go out in the dark after what happened this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened this weekend?  Well, it was a doozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my friend's house, and I stayed there because I had enough to drink that I didn't want to drive.  (not as much as another person there... but that's another story).  I called my husband the next day (Sunday) and he told me that I had missed the fireworks at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fireworks?  Really?"  thinking that some kids had been shooting off bottle rockets in the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.  Gunfire.  Right outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Eric called the Police in the morning after it started getting light because he thought they might like to pick up the shell casings that were in the street in front of our garage.  They missed one or two, so Eric brought one in yesterday afternoon.  It's from a .45.  I'm just a tad freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went running this afternoon, and it kind of sucked.  I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't run since Saturday the 31st.  Or that I gave blood last week.  Or that I now weigh about 20 pounds more than I did last year at this time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to suck it up, and do what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6987943543999178277?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6987943543999178277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6987943543999178277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6987943543999178277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6987943543999178277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-like-to-run-in-morning.html' title='Why I like to run in the morning'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1354185400453165401</id><published>2008-05-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:05:12.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>180</title><content type='html'>I was completely stressed out and overwhelmed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, hey, I'd go through the practice questions they give you for the exam in the application materials, and have a low-key evening, to bed early so I would be fresh in the morning for my certification exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions were hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couln't figure out what they were looking for, or what direction to go in. And I still got the answers wrong when I looked at the solutions (ok cheating) in the back. 55% was my score on the practice exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up this morning, make some coffee, eat some breakfast, get ready to go... then I thought I should have some documentation for the test which I couldn't find for a bit... then I had 40 minutes to get to West Bloomington by 8am. I knew I was in trouble when the freeway sign said it was 17 minutes to get to my exit, and it was 7:47am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a terrible rush hour driver. Swearing, yelling, cadjoling the traffic to move a bit faster, and almost ending up in tears again. Following my directions after the exit, in the parking ramp, went out the wrong door... then ended up RUNNING through the parking ramp to get to the testing location. Yeah. If you are more than 15 minutes late, they won't let you take the test, and you forfeit your $310 registration fee. 8:12am, I walked through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 1/2 hours later, 1 potty break, with the timer on the test telling me I had 50 seconds left, I clicked the "submit exam" button on the screen. It told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: PASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I almost cried. With relief. With joy and happiness. With a huge grin on my face. I now get to put letters behind my name: CSP. Certified Safety Professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my husband, he was very happy. Called my parents. Mom said she was proud of me. I'm just so happy/relieved right now. So glad it's over. So glad I passed. So glad I don't have to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1354185400453165401?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1354185400453165401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1354185400453165401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1354185400453165401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1354185400453165401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/05/180.html' title='180'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-200755331091320299</id><published>2008-05-13T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:06:37.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Game</title><content type='html'>a week later, I go for another run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, it feels great to get out in the morning and accomplish something.  I was going to go last night, but I had a meeting at work that lasted, it seemed, forever, and by the time it was done, all I wanted to do was eat some dinner and get some studying done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  Studying.  I haven't said a lot about it, but I am taking a certification exam on Friday.  So I can officially put some letters behind my name.  Cross your fingers and wish me luck, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was fun.  My sister was really suprised, and a little freaked out by me showing up - I walked in the front door, and found her on the patio out back with my parents.  When she saw me she jumped up and gave me a big hug, and asked me what I was doing there... it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we helped her get all ready for the party, and I spent a lot of time in the kitchen, making sure there were drinks available for all of the people.  I did break down, and have a little bit of wine, even though it's not June yet, but I just had one glass.  And lots and lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, sitting in the airport waiting for the flight to be called, I looked around... and saw someone I knew.  It's so weird when that happens.  Sitting there, wating to get on the same flight was &lt;a href="http://www.petiteflower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucas&lt;/a&gt;, someone I know through the blogger network.  She has family that lives in the Tulsa area too... not something that we knew about each other, so it was kind of a shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to hop in the shower and get off to work.  More meetings....&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-200755331091320299?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/200755331091320299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=200755331091320299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/200755331091320299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/200755331091320299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the Game'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-4542219635631167792</id><published>2008-05-08T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:51:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blek</title><content type='html'>I'm getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks.  Coughing and congestion.  Fun and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my boss today about career planning.  And the direction that I want to go in - and he seemed amenable, and he would look into how I could go in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it seems cryptic.  But I don't know what will happen.  I'm still leaving my options open, because it would still mean travel, but it would be less driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eating today kind of sucked.  Not that I ate lots of crap, I just ate too much food in general.  And I didn't go running, because of this damn cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy aren't I the cheerful one today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-4542219635631167792?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/4542219635631167792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=4542219635631167792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4542219635631167792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4542219635631167792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/05/blek.html' title='Blek'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2339669571593090588</id><published>2008-05-07T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:14:47.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wild hair</title><content type='html'>I somehow got one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading my e-mails, I got one for last minute travel deals, so I thought - hmmmm wonder what it would be to go to my sister's for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So $402 later, and a flight and a rental car all paid for, I am going for the weekend.  My sister is having a party for the family celebrating "99 years of life".  My sister was planning a suprise birthday party for my BIL's 40th birthday, which was in September of last year, but with his horrific accident and recovery, he was lucky to get out of the inpatient rehab to have dinner out with his family on his 40th.  So after my sister's 40th, and to celebrate that John is recovering (he's back at work and everything) and my two nieces are 8 and 11, they are celebrating a total of 99 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't know I'm coming.  My parents, who will be there, know I am coming, but I am just going to show up on her dorstep on Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're that kind of family.  For my mom's retirement, I suprised her with my sister.  For my bridal shower I was suprised by my sister being there.  So I will suprise her in Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the exercise eating front.  It's actually been a pretty good week.  I am feeling a lot better about myself.  My mother is calling it "mindful eating" and making healthy choices and being happy about it.  Like today - I met my co-worker for breakfast at his hotel.  And I had oatmeal.  At the meeting where they had decadent pastries, I had mixed fruit.  For lunch, I had a turkey sandwich, and avoided the potato chips and the cookie, and for dinner, when we went out, I had a salad with grilled chicken, and stopped when I was full.  And I am feeling strong and in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it continue.  Tomorrow, I shall run again.  And it will be GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2339669571593090588?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2339669571593090588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2339669571593090588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2339669571593090588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2339669571593090588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/05/wild-hair.html' title='A wild hair'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1854084837180625440</id><published>2008-05-06T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T04:42:45.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0530</title><content type='html'>Yes, that was the time I went out my front door to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 easy miles.  And I ran the whole way.  Not fast.  I am not working on fast right now - I just want to get in some milage, and work on my target heart range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful morning, I had great music in my ears, and it was nice to get out and clear my head.  I couln't sleep last night with all of the stuff running through my head, so that makes it doubly good that I got my rear out of bed and out the door to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am going to sign up to do a duathalon in September.  2 mi run/22 mi bike/2 mi run.  At some point I think I would like to try a triathalon, but right now I don't have a good place to swim on a regular basis.  Yes, I have a friend with a pool, but it's kind of short for laps, and it's a good 20 minute drive to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has all sorts of meetings, so eating will be a challenge.  Not that it's never a challenge, but you know - it's harder when you have no say in the food selection.  Add into it the donuts and rolls they seem to always put out.  Note to self:  bring own fiber bars and fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will be all.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1854084837180625440?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1854084837180625440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1854084837180625440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1854084837180625440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1854084837180625440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/05/0530.html' title='0530'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3621119198153851632</id><published>2008-05-05T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:51:54.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green?</title><content type='html'>My mother and I went to the Green Expo at the State Fair grounds on Saturday, and sat through a talk on freezing and canning vegetables.  It was interesting, but geared towards the folks that had never done anything of the sort before.  My mother who has had a garden and has canned food since before I even remember doing it, was having a small conversation with the lady sitting next to her - answering the questions she was asking about canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we both learned at least one thing, so it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the workshop, we did a little walking around the exhibits, but there were way too many people there, so we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing there was another day, because I wanted to see some more of the booths.  I had looked through the program and there were some things that I wanted to look at yet.  So I talked Eric into going the next morning, getting there earlier (before there was too many people there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got it.  One thing that will make my life easier/better: the &lt;a href="http://www.bag-e-wash.com/index.html"&gt;BagEwash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it for a test run in the dishwasher, and it worked like a charm.  Now I can get rid of the pile of bags on my kitchen counter, waiting for me to handwash them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I'm weird.  I get excited over odd things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to green up my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3621119198153851632?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3621119198153851632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3621119198153851632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3621119198153851632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3621119198153851632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/05/green.html' title='Green?'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3229563709851534461</id><published>2008-05-01T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:53:53.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shiny new toy</title><content type='html'>Last night, after making lemon cookies and coconut bars for my husband*, I put the cadence/speed monitor on my bicycle... but it was late at that point, so I didn't try it out with the Garmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, after my outing to get Mother's day cards, and a plant for my grandmother, and some items at Target (brought my own bags again! I am trying to see how long I can go without getting another bag at a store)  I got on my cycling clothes, and headed to the basement to watch Grey's anatomy and ride my bike with the new toy.  I couldn't get it to read on the watch, so I had to find the Garmin user's manual to see how to set the darn thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it started working!  Yay me!  I biked 46 minutes, burned 799 calories, and went over 12 miles.  Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, after work, I am going to St. Cloud to pick up my mother, and she will be staying here so we can go to the Green Expo on Saturday morning.  My dad has a meeting Saturday morning, then he will be coming to the 'Cities, and we are having a family-type get together in the afernoon at my aunt's house.  My other aunt, who lives in Ohio will be in town for work, and we are going to visit and catch up.  I'm bringing a caesar salad.  I have the romaine and the parmesan, and I am going to try my hand at caesar dressing made from scratch.  Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be getting into the whole unprocessed, prepare from scratch food lately.  I REALLY want to get myself a yogurt maker.  Part of it is because I am cheap.  Part of it is because it's healthier.  And part of it is because you can't recycle the yogurt containers you get from the store.  I think I'm going a little nutty with the "green" thing, but hey, what can I say.  We read the book &lt;em&gt;The World Without Us, &lt;/em&gt;by Alan Weisman for book club in April, and even if some of it is exaggerated, there's got to be some truth in in it.  And every little bit helps, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Eric wants the computer, so I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*So when I was putting away the leftover stroganoff last night, I asked Erid if he would be eating it for lunch the next day.  His answer - no, because we are having a cookout and a potluck, and I need to bring something to share...  To be fair, I did volunteer to make him something because I knew I would be home, and I like baking, but still - some warning would have been nice.  And it was better than the typical male offering of a bag of chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3229563709851534461?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3229563709851534461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3229563709851534461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3229563709851534461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3229563709851534461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/05/shiny-new-toy.html' title='shiny new toy'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7784659446173678664</id><published>2008-04-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:15:44.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things</title><content type='html'>running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how I want to organize them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, let's see - weightloss.  Nada.  I guess that is what happens when you just quit trying, and decide that you just need to eat whatever whenever.  I keep cruizing through the kitchen, opening the door of the fridge, and seeing what I can eat.  Do I take the apple or the mandarin oranges?  No.  I take the white cheddar cranberry cheese and a handful of TJ's everything crackers.  A bit later - some Ice cream.  And a bit later, some cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing things down on Monday at work, but I forgot my little notebook on my desk.  I had a fabulous day on Monday anyway.  But since I was out of the office on Tuesday, without my accountability notebook... I decided to get the Rachel sandwich with fries for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast or famine.  That seems to be my thing.  Not sure how to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise.  Well, now that you asked, I did get up this morning, and did a easy 30 minutes on the NordicTrack, without the arms.  And a little ab work.  So when was the last time I did actual exercise?  Well that would be a week and a half ago.  My back has been hurting me, and I have been icing and seeing the chiropractor, but geez, I really need to get off my arse.  I guess the CRAPTASTIC weather (Snow?  Seriously, on April 26th???) has been getting me down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on a positive note, I have been trying to do my part in saving the environment.  The last two times I have gone to the grocery store, I have brought my canvas reusable bags, and some of the plastic bags we already have, and have not gotten any new bags at all.  And I went shopping at Dick's Sporting goods, and brought my own bag for my purchases.  The clerk thought I was a bit odd, but I felt good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a Green Expo this weekend, that I am hoping that I can convince my husband to take me to - I would like to go to a couple of seminars, on vegetable gardeining, and home freezing and canning.  And I want to wander through the exibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I got a couple of new incentive toys... a foot pod and a cadence/distance (bicycle) for my Garmin 305... I got them off of Amazon with some gift certificates I earned, and ended up paying just $17 for both, including the shipping!  I need to get them all set up so I can start logging my indoor workouts on the computer.  I think I need to start working on keeping my heart rate in a better zone.  I tend to exercise too hard, and that is probably something that is holding me back... well, from losing weight that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at a meeting today, there was some discussion on doing a Weight Watchers at Work program.  Not sure how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also considering joinin a gym again.  I kind of liked going in this winter when I had the free trial to do weigtlifting, and if I join a certan local chain, I could potentially meet up with some of my friends to exercise.  We'll see - the whole reason I quit last time was that I didn't go in the summertime.  Too many other options out there, and it's a bit of a hassle to go early, when I could just as easily do cardio at home in the morning when I like working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been sending out my resume for jobs in the metro area.  I want to do somehing different, that doesn't have all of the travel.  I have not gone anywhere overnight for the past two weeks, and it is so nice to be able to go home, relax, cook some dinner, and be in my house with my husband.  We actually sat down and ate dinner together on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you things were rambling around in my brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat - she seems like she is doing okay, but after many unsuccessful attempts of jumping onto the bed in the bedroom, she has stopped doing it.  Which means she has not been cuddling with me at night or in the morning.  I can't decide if I should take her back to the vet for him to tell me to give her more drugs that she will hate me for... maybe if we put up the cheater step again she will deign to use it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol - haven't had a drink since Easter when I thought it would be a good idea to drink the equivalent of about two bottles of wine.  I'm holding out for June, at the earliest... but I have been thinking about having a nice glass of wine quite a bit lately.  I kind of feel like I should apologize to my SIL for the Easter debacle (she's a recovering alcoholic, and I was drinking my face off in front of her) or to just let it lie.  I also have a friend who recently admitted herself to an in-patient treatment program for alcohol addiction, so I have been thinking about her a lot lately too, with my self imposed "dry-out" period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's enough for now.  Eric is home now, and I am going to put together some dinner.  Beef Stroganoff in the crock pot that has been simmering all day.  MMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7784659446173678664?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7784659446173678664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7784659446173678664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7784659446173678664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7784659446173678664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-many-things.html' title='so many things'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7048057028540016130</id><published>2008-04-10T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:15:47.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>I think I need to institute a no eating rule in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive.  And I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading some things, and I think that the reason I do it is because I hate driving so much.  Okay, I'll clarify.  I hate all of the driving I do for work.  It really hit home today, with hitting the crappy weather here in Minnesota on the way home.  And I think I am eating because I want to make myself feel different.  So I snack on things while I drive to distract myself from the driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to be in a really good mood on most Fridays, knowing I don't have to go anywhere for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate when people ask me if I like traveling for work, thinking it is glamorous, and that you get to go to all of these interesting places.  You might get to go to interesting places, but you rarely get to do anything other than go to meetings, try to find somewhere to get something decent to eat, and spend way too much time on a computer trying to get caught up after being out of touch for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I really feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what I do, but I hate the driving.  Something has to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7048057028540016130?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7048057028540016130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7048057028540016130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7048057028540016130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7048057028540016130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-5046216068368865044</id><published>2008-04-08T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:39:58.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, My name is Anneke</title><content type='html'>And I seem to have no self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, packing up to go to Green Bay for the weekend, I felt a twinge in my back.  The 5 hours in the car did not help any.  When we would stop (dinner, fuel, bathroom...)  Eric and I would get out of the car and hobble around for a bit until we started walking like normal Homo Sapiens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Shooting pain in my back did not make me happy.  Did not allow me to exercise like I had planned.  (They had an endless pool at the hotel I REALLY wanted to try.)  Didn't find a nice park/green area in Green Bay in which to go for a run.  Ate way too much food, and watched too much TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a pinched nerve.  The back of my left heel is numb.  And on and off, a couple of toes on my left foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't seem to be able to regulate my food intake.  I seem to NEED to munch on something while driving.  Not sure why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this add up to?  Okay... Weight gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though my back is not hurting, the heel is still numb, and I'm scared to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that life sucks sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I'm in Fargo.  The hits just keep on coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-5046216068368865044?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/5046216068368865044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=5046216068368865044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5046216068368865044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5046216068368865044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-my-name-is-anneke.html' title='Hi, My name is Anneke'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6032503014455948187</id><published>2008-03-29T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:00:58.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat hates me</title><content type='html'>I think it's the pills I have been stuffing down her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appears to feel better after I do it, but it does not make the task any more pleasant.  She has taken to hiding from me in the morning and the evening, when she knows it is time for the deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashing the pills and mixing them in wet food and tuna only worked for so long.  When you get it every day, it's no longer a treat.  Which is why I started doing the whole pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  And that does not work so well.  She's on a heart medication, a thyroid medication, and half a baby asprin every other day.  The latest manover has been to crush the pills, mix them with a little water, and squirt them in her mouth.  I'm sure it tastes horrible, but it's done and over with pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little worried this morning when I could not find her.  But she came out from hiding before I had to leave to meet my running group.  I'm scared that someday, she's just going to crawl into a corner and give up the ghost.  So Eric and I have spent quite a bit of time this evening being nice to her, and giving her love and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if it's worth it to continue with the pills, if all they do is make her hate me, and not want to be "my cat" any more.  The eternal question:  Quantity of life vs. Quality of life.  I would say I want to go for the quality of life.  But it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6032503014455948187?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6032503014455948187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6032503014455948187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6032503014455948187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6032503014455948187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-cat-hates-me.html' title='My cat hates me'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-1690895201169160441</id><published>2008-03-28T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:03:10.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Friday</title><content type='html'>As I got into bed last night, I told Eric that he had to kick me out of bed in the morning when the alarm went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at about 5:30 this morning, I was on the NordicTrack.  45 minutes of pretty medium intensity workout.  I went about 4.1 miles.  At least, that's what my electronic doohickey told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week started out very poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hungover on Monday, that it leaked into Tuesday.  And it made my workout on Wednesday just suck the big one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I drank all of the wine on Easter at my MIL's house, other than the fact that it was there.  And we were playing Mexican Train, and I kind of lost track of what I was doing.  I kind of feel like I need to call my MIL and apologize for my stupiditiy, but I just want to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I have decided there will be no drinking of alcohol until at least June.  Why June?  Because it is over two months away.  And I have zero desire to have any alcohol for at least two months, if it takes me three days to recover.  I must be getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - today was pretty nice.  After the 45 minutes of working out this morning, I got into work early, and got a lot accomplished.  Eric took the day off, so he showed up to take me out to lunch - half a veggie hoagie at Davanni's, then we drove over to Mounds Park where we went for a short walk.  He called a little later to inform me that we have reservations at 6:30 tonight.  Where, I don't know - but it will be part 2 of the "date".  (The first part being lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a full weekend coming up, and I am looking forward to it, especially to meet my running group tomorrow morning to shake off the bad week.  Nothing like getting outside and going for a run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-1690895201169160441?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/1690895201169160441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=1690895201169160441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1690895201169160441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/1690895201169160441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-friday.html' title='Welcome, Friday'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7317641615244728691</id><published>2008-03-18T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:26:37.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging in place</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe forwards and backwards.... but the end result is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of crappy eating weeks.  Like, I know I shouldn't, but I just don't care at this time.  Like two forays to the "Pizza Ranch" in just as many weeks.  I love pizza, and should just know better.  I leave hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, not so good.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise, not much better.  I'm sure it's because of the crap I have been shoving through my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was better.  Got up and worked out on my bicycle in the basement.  Drank water.  Ate healthy food.  And I still have points left, and I'm not that hungry.  Perhaps some fruit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work today was just interesting.  Trying to get folks to do what is their job, having someone tell me that they don't have the time, so I spent about 4 hours this afternoon doing someone else's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fielding about 1800 phone calls, it seems like.  Cell phone ringing when I'm on the house phone, after the 3rd cell call from the same number I get off the house phone, to have it ring again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cell phone call this time:  Some employee complaining he has to pay the tax on an eye exam.  So many things wrong with this picture... 1. I am in the Safety department.  Not the benefits/HR department.  Eye exam is part of your health care benefits.  How many times do I need to explain this to people (and the HR department who hears "safety glasses" and sends people my direction without listening to the whole story...).    2. The tax was $1.53.  Seriously.....  SERIOUSLY?  Pay the stinking $1.53.  Would you like me to give you the $2 so you don't waste any more of my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second call on my home phone?  Yeah.  That would be my sister.  They are stranded in Dallas.  They were on the way to Florida for Spring break, and flew to Dallas from Tulsa.  Only to get delayed because of weather.  And since they were not in their departing city, they couldn't re-book for some odd mysterious reason.  Then the airline was nice and relented.  So they are going to fly out of Dallas on Thursday, to continue their trip.  Yes.  Today is Tuesday.  Their flight has basically been delayed for two days.  I know the airline cannot control the weather.  But seriously - two days?????  At least I found them a hotel room, with a free shuttle to/from the airport, with an indoor pool, for $60 a night.  Last I heard they were trying to have someone find their luggage, since, of course, it was checked through to Florida, and was in the secured area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fielding all of the phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7317641615244728691?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7317641615244728691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7317641615244728691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7317641615244728691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7317641615244728691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/03/jogging-in-place.html' title='Jogging in place'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7595892665192201739</id><published>2008-03-04T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:06:32.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallup along</title><content type='html'>I finally answered the phone when the Gallup pollID showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of interesing questions... but when they asked how many times I had exercised in the past week for 30 minutes or more, I was able to say: 4 times.  And how many days in the last week, how many have I eaten 5 or more fruits or vegetables?  That would be 5, thank you.  I know it should probably be more... but it is most likely more than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I wasn't that thrilled about the height and weight questions.  I know I am overweight, and I don't really have a problem telling folks how much I weigh, but they are usually looking at me - and I weigh a lot more than I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and a lot of health and "are you content with your lifestyle" questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, pretty stinkin' healthy, and happy with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, I went for a run after work today.  It went pretty well, and I'm pretty excited about that.  I started out doing about 12 minute miles (the first mile is always tough) and the last mile I was doing about 10 minute miles.  Gettin into my grove, and feeling strong and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a nice bubble bath, I have been a mad woman in the kitchen.  Stuff needed to get used up that was in the refrigerator, so I made my husband some lovely food which is now neatly labeled and in the freezer:  Wild rice soup, and meatloaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am gone out west for work, and Eric will have to fend for himself.  I am thankful we figured out a way to give the cat her midictions with a minimum of fuss, because I don't know that my lovely husband would have been able to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And otherwise, it's a quiet evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7595892665192201739?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7595892665192201739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7595892665192201739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7595892665192201739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7595892665192201739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/03/gallup-along.html' title='Gallup along'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8685403638717073615</id><published>2008-03-03T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:57:54.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week</title><content type='html'>I have gone a week.  Journaling. I went over in points, but at least I accounted for everything.  That counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as hungry this week as I was last week.  I really think cutting out a lot of the refined sugar has something to do with it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering going to see a nutritionist.  We had a guest speaker at our running club group, who talked about some research that has been done on women athletes.  One of the things you need tobe careful of is not to go into a "negative energy balance" by not providing your body the building blocks it needs to support the exercise.  It's kind of a catch 22 when you are trying to lose weight - you need to walk a fine balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another news front, my cat seems to be doing better.  The lady I ran with on Saturday said that when she had to give her cat pills, she crushed them and mixed them with tuna.  So we got a can of wet cat food and have been mixing the pills with about half a teaspoon of cat food, and she eats it all up with no fuss.  So we won't have to torture the cat by stuffing pills down it's throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is, however, stubborn, and not willing to admit she has limitations... she is still trying to jump up on things, and missing and falling.  Not much I can do about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8685403638717073615?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8685403638717073615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8685403638717073615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8685403638717073615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8685403638717073615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-week.html' title='1 week'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3234846844278401105</id><published>2008-02-28T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:00:42.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A large loser</title><content type='html'>Holy cats (okay, not in reference to the previous post), another post?  In the same day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Jaycee chapters is having a weightloss challenge.  And I joined in.  I thought I might need the push to get things in gear, because other things just don't seem to be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on Sunday.  I have been journaling, and drinking water, and staying within my points (okay, so I used up all of my flex points on Tuesday at book club, after Kitty trauma on Monday), and I am still going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I weighed in at 195 pounds.  Two days post-vacation, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take the bull by the horns, and try and win the contest.  If nothing else, I will win by virtue of losing the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3234846844278401105?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3234846844278401105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3234846844278401105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3234846844278401105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3234846844278401105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/02/large-loser.html' title='A large loser'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-831981546696031187</id><published>2008-02-28T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:55:52.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty woes</title><content type='html'>Alex is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she is almost 15 years old.  And I have had her as a pet for about that long.  My roommate (at the time) and I picked her up through a newspaper ad that was "free to a good home" in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday night, I got home from work and she looked like she was in a pretty good funk, head hanging, that sort of thing.  I was thinking it might be because she needed some food... I think she might be slowing down on the hard food somewhat, because it is getting more difficult to eat... just my thoughts.  So she ate some, then laid down in the living room.  I went for a run then, and when I came back, she was in the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking funny, kind of uncoordinated, falling over, and he back all hunched up.  We have not gotten a new vet since we moved (I know, bad kitty mom - but they don't really go outside...) so I called a place that is close.  They were closing in 1/2 an hour and would not have time, so they told us to go to the emergency vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$600 some dollars later (x-rays, blood work, ultrasound, medication...) we went home.  She has some small kidney stones, a bladder stone, racing heartbeat, perhaps something odd with her spine (hazy spot on the x-ray) that the vet there thought might be a tumor.  And the start of a bladder infection.  So we get pain medication and antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  The cat hates the medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I follow up as told with the "regular" vet who does not seem to think that there is anything wrong with her spine.  But, she still has a really fast heartrate.  Thinks that might be an overactive thyroid, and perhaps it caused her to throw a small clot which is affecting her legs.  He did say that if she was a person, the equivalent heart rate would cause a medical provider to call an ambulance, and they would be admitted into the hospital until it was under control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More bloodwork, and she does have a slightly elevated thyroid level.  But, there are no indications of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.  MORE medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she does seem to be moving around better now.  She did miss and fall off of the bed on Sunday night, and that might be what is going on, to some extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, she has been extra cuddly, even if I am "torturing" her twice a day to squirt medications down her throat, and now to stuff pills down her throat.  I just wonder what is going to happen when I have to travel for work, and Eric has to take care of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my cat though, and when she was limping around on Tuesday, with me thinking she might have a tumor, I cried.  I know things happens, but it is just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of taken up my whole week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-831981546696031187?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/831981546696031187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=831981546696031187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/831981546696031187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/831981546696031187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/02/kitty-woes.html' title='Kitty woes'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6099804089838276431</id><published>2008-02-23T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:52:13.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzz head</title><content type='html'>No, not because of a hangover, but I somehow managed to avoid that last week, somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out the braids in my hair.  And I am a big fuzz ball.  I know, tourist thing to do, but I like getting my hair braided when I am on vacation in warmer climates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, it had a purpose, because it kept my hair tamed when I was snorkling in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of sucks being back from vacation, but in other ways it is really nice.  My own bed, which is queen sized rather than double.  Seeing the cats.  Not having to slather on sunscreen lest I burn my hide off (yes, very white girl here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was great to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the scoop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up Friday the 15th - at 3am.  It was -12 according to bank in downtown St. Paul.  Get to the airport, on the plane.  Slept some, read, etc.  My friend (the one that arranged the trip for our group) cried when we landed because she was so happy to be on vacation.  Customs, ride to hotel... rooms are not going to be ready for a couple of hours.  So we went to the bar and had some beverages - because, of course, it was an all-inclusive resort!  Met some people at the bar that we ended up hanging out with and doing stuff with all week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the seven of us got rooms all next to each other, which was great, even if they were on the 2nd floor.  Dinner that evening in the Mexican restaurant, then off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - a day by the pool/ocean.  It was funny watching one of the staff trying to recruit folks to go "stretch by the pool."  My friend Kathy told him  - "There is absolutely nothing that you can say or do to get me out of this lounge chair.... I am on vacation, and you might as well just walk away now."   We had dinner at the Cuban resturant that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - we decided to rent a Jeep, and explore some of the island when there were no cruize ships there.  Looked at the San Gervais ruins.  Tasted some Tequilla.  Looked at the ocean on the Carribean side of the island.  Had a couple of drinks at bars along the way.  Got back 6-ish and then got ready to have dinner in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - out again in the Jeep, since it was a 24-hour rental.  A bit more traffic, and I'm glad that I got some practice driving the day before, since it was a little scarier.  After we turned in the Jeep, we did some shopping in town.  This is the day I got my hair braided.  I got a really cool calla lilly vase.  We got my dad a belt buckle as a present, but Eric really annoyed me because he would not let me bargain for it.... No kidding - he slapped me in the rear when I tried to make a counter offer.  I was so relieved to have the Jeep dropped off, and a little irked because of the shopping, so when we got back I had a few too many beverages.  I guess I poured myself into bed at about 7.  I guess the phone rang to see if we wanted to go to dinner, but I don't remember it...  I woke up around 3am, brushed my teeth, drank a bottle of water, and crawled back into bed.  Suprisingly, I was not hung over in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - three of us went to Chakkunab, which is a national park.  A day of relaxing on the beach and snorkeling along the reefs there.  Some really cool fish there.  We had dinner in the Italian restaurant that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - I went horseback riding in the morning with Betsy.  Eric, Betsy and I caught the ferry to Playa del Carmen in the afternoon, where we did some more shopping.  And when the same thing started to happen with the barganing, I took Eric aside and told him to quit it.  Okay, so I yelled at him in front of the salesperson.... then we stepped aside to talk.  When I told him that he was supposed to bargain, he said "Well, then I don't want to shop".   Betsy had a bit of a chat with him, told him it was a game for the salespeople, and that if he liked something, he was supposed to hand it to me, and walk away.  It worked!  We got back around 8pm, had some dinner in the buffet, and watched the lunar eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - One of the folks we had met on Friday, had won a boat ride so we all piled onto this fabulous boat for a cruise up the coast up the island with a stop for snorkeling at an off-shore reef.  REALLY cool fish there!  Relaxing by the pool in the afternoon, and dinner again in the Mexican restaurant.  Complaining about how we had to leave the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday -  *sniff* packing, and meeting in the lobby at 9:30 am to take a taxi to the airport.  We upgraded to first class, so it was a little more bearable to go home, but still kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, and relaxing, and gluttonous.... I bit the bullet and stepped on the scale this morning and was up about 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, *thud* welcome back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercize and diet will commence......  tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6099804089838276431?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6099804089838276431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6099804089838276431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6099804089838276431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6099804089838276431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuzz-head.html' title='Fuzz head'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-555636040068948575</id><published>2008-02-07T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:32:33.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The never ending week</title><content type='html'>I swear today was supposed to be Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day in the office with a co-worker.  It was kind of painful.  He's trying to master pivot tables.  Or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to run reports with huge batches of data, and do interpretation, etc.  I started playing with the excel program probably a year ago, and now am trying to tell him how to sort things.  He is not computer literate.  He was having problems with cutting and pasting from one document to another.  And with worksheets.  Argh.  I don't know how many times I have told him the same thing.  And it does not seem to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I didn't get a whole lot done today, after being out of the office for a couple of days.  I suppose that's how the cookie crumbles, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and the exercise is just sucking this week.  I was thinking I would go for a run yesterday after I got home....  When I stopped for gas in Alexandria, the weather was about perfect.  But of course, it was another 2.5 hours before I got home, and by then the mood had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out clothes to work out this morning, but then I just could not drag my arse out of bed.  So I packed clothes to go to the gym after work.  And after all of the frustrations of the day, when it would have been perfect to go hit the treadmill, I just came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one week, I will be on vacation, doing some last-minute packing for the trip to Mexico.  I don't think it will ever get here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-555636040068948575?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/555636040068948575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=555636040068948575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/555636040068948575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/555636040068948575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-ending-week.html' title='The never ending week'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-7800203505705581957</id><published>2008-02-06T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:15:25.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is is wrong?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, we leave for Mexico on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it in the back of my mind that I wanted to lose some weight so I would look "better" in my swimsuits.  Notice I didn't say "good"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I have been doing a crappy job of not eating all sorts of crap.  I guess my heart is just not in it, and I have been taking the path of least resistance.  Traveling, snackig, eating the "eh" food they provide at meetings (I work for a railroad.  Men ordering food = meat, fat, starch and beer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself the other day that it wouldn't be that bad, since I will still be the smallest girl in the group.  Lovely thought.  I think any photos taken might be mistaken for diet incentives.  Not to say that the folks I am traveling with are not lovely people, but we all struggle with our weight.  Well, the women anyway.  Is it wrong to think this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when we get there, we will have a blast, and I will not let anything keep me from going out and enjoying myself, but I am a little stressed/obsessed with it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that I overslept on Tuesday, so I didn't exercise, and this morning the treadmill in the hotel was out of order - but I still got on the stairstepper for 30 minutes.  And then destroyed my good intentions by eating a large carmel roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give up this "screw it" attitude I have about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be all.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-7800203505705581957?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/7800203505705581957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=7800203505705581957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7800203505705581957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/7800203505705581957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-is-wrong.html' title='Is is wrong?'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-4387434792592247910</id><published>2008-02-04T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:14:21.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting turn of events...</title><content type='html'>Today has been weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early this morning, because my work truck was at the office, and Eric had to drop me off this morning.  It was there, because it would not start on Thursday when I got home from the mother of all road trips.  (yeah, we were in Minot, ND when it was -24.  Without the windchill.  Seriously.)  So I had to have a new battery put in it on Friday - but I had already driven to work, so I had a vehicle there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the office, I'm about the first one there.  Getting geared up for my three Monday conference calls, coffee, e-mail, etc.  Someone walks by my cube and says "I see you won some money!"  My reply:  "Really?!?!"  We had a pool at the office - put your name on a spot, pay $5, then they draw numbers.  The guy that was running the pool told me on Friday that the numbers were up.  I said okay.  He wondered if I wanted to look at what I had.  I told him why bother - it's not like I could do anything about them.... okay, so he thought I was weird.  But - I had the correct numbers for the half and the third quarter, so I won $60. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my calls, I got on my bank website, to see that I have a pending charge from Zappos"dot"com.   For $241 and change.  Um, I didn't order anything.... so I call them up to ask about it.  They were actually really nice about it - great customer service for a person who was not purchasing anything.  They cancelled the order (it was placed late at night on Sunday) and told me to call my bank to tell them my card number had been compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my bank to get a new check card number.  And there's paperwork I will need to fill out - but I just checked and the charge has been removed.  I'm wondering if they had just entered in the card number wrong, but better safe than sorry, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home to grab my suitcase, and head out again to North Dakota.  I seem to be here way too much lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped on the way to pick up something to munch on, because the soy nuts and carrots were not quite doing it for me.  I did pretty well though - I avoided the cheddar puffcorn I like so much, and got sugar snap peas, some flat earth chips, Diet green tea, some 80% cacao dark chocolate squares, light string cheese, and gum.  No I didn't eat/drink all of it, but I was content, had the salt and sweet and crunch I wanted, and was pretty healthy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of the evening:  I didn't slide into the ditch.  Between Fargo and Valley City, it was kind of scary - I fishtailed across both lanes of the freeway for about 150 feet, where I could see the tow truck and the other car in the ditch.... but I kept turning the steering wheel, and I didn't hit the brakes, and kept trying to steer in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like sliding on the freeway to get the blood pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove 45 - 50 mph the rest of the way.  And I got here in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be less eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-4387434792592247910?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/4387434792592247910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=4387434792592247910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4387434792592247910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/4387434792592247910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/02/interesting-turn-of-events.html' title='An interesting turn of events...'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-2016946807330360165</id><published>2008-01-27T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:22:00.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Activity</title><content type='html'>let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, I did 10 min on the treadmill and lifted weights on Monday.  Tuesday morning I biked for 30 minutes.  Took the day off on Wednesday.  Thursday I did 35 min on the bike in the mornng, then ran 15 minutes and lifted weights in the afternoon.  Friday I went rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I ran 5.3 miles in an hour, and today I cross-country skiied for about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I up 5 pounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... perhaps it is all the freaking crap I have been eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  I don't know if I will ever get it all together.  I like being active.... I really did well with the run on Saturday.  I have not run more than 4 miles since August.  And my knee has not hurt since then either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know I'm not going to be able to log the miles I need to if I want to run that marathon in the fall... if I don't take some weight off.  There's a reason most marathoners are not heavy.  It's really hard on the joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bit of an aside - cross country skiing today was lots of fun.  It was a beautiful day for it.  Although there were a few things that were a bit of a bother - such as Kare 11 was doing an event in conjunction with the Winter Carnival, where all of the activities at Como were free, so everybody showed up with their kids to partake of the free downhill skiing and snowboarding, and the rental are was a complete zoo.  That and rental equipment sucks.  The ski boot I had on had been worn through at the heel, and the plastic part that keeps the back stiff, rubbed a goodly portion of skin off of my heel, and the point of that piece dug in too.  Let's just hope it won't rub too badly in my running shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be a joy of traveling.  Not.  Let's see, I will not be driving all of it, but the "tour" will be by car.  We will hit Alexandria, MN on Monday, then drive to TRFalls to stay the night there.  Meeting in the morning, then a drive to Minot.  Meeting in Minot in the morning then we drive to Jamestown, ND, for a meeting Thrusday in Valley City.  Then home.  Not really looking forward to it, because I know the food choices will be pretty miserable.  And I don't know how much exercising I will be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this afternoon is laundry, and getting packed and ready for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-2016946807330360165?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/2016946807330360165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=2016946807330360165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2016946807330360165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/2016946807330360165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/01/activity.html' title='Activity'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-5461812419406155176</id><published>2008-01-21T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:16:35.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stasis</title><content type='html'>That's what I feel like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I need to do, and I have good days, but then I have a string of really crap days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good:&lt;br /&gt;I exercised six days in a row.  3 days of a warmup and weightlifting, and 3 days of cardio.  Intermixed, of course.  The best part was the run on the 6th day - with my running group.  We just wanted to do an easy 3.5 miles, so pacing ourselves with 12-minute miles... I think I talked the entire time.  Gab, gab, gab.  Running, yet conversing like I was out walking.  Honestly, it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so last week, I exercised two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the loads and loads of laundry and cleaning the house count as exercise, but it's not the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had four days off of work - putzing and getting things ready for our 11th annual "Thank God the Holidays are Over" Party.  Which was Friday.  I ate and drank and was merry with all of our guests.  It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday, I did a one block fun run.  Does that count as exercise?  It also included sitting in a bar drinking bloody marys starting at 9:30...  Then home for a long nap, and nothing else for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, a big fat nothing.  I sat my ass on the couch in front of the TV, working on a cross-stitch project.  With a little recreational eating and drinking thrown in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good week, one bad week...  thus the stasis, on the scale that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Mexico on Feb 15th.  I know it's an excuse to lose weight so you look "good" but really... I'm not even doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to string a couple more good days together.  So today, I was back at the gym, lifting some weights, and I got out the bike and trainer - So I can do that before I go to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all stars with a plan, right?  Now if I can just follow it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-5461812419406155176?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/5461812419406155176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=5461812419406155176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5461812419406155176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/5461812419406155176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/01/stasis.html' title='Stasis'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-3012981910873576944</id><published>2008-01-07T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:38:52.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the hordes</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I admit it.  I went to the gym today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded a free two-month pass to Bally's.  What the heck.  I know I cancelled my Y membership last year because I didn't feel like I was using it enough, but it sure is kind of nice in the winter months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy who was showing me around the place asked me what my goals were.  Honestly, I am using the free membership to get in some weight training.  He was kind of impressed when I told him that my goal was to run the TC marathon in October.  And that I couldn't run in 2007 because of a knee thing, and that I wanted to lose some weight to get it off of my knees.  And I have the cardio stuff at home, but I wanted to do strenght training.  So he started telling me about how you need a balance.... yadda yadda.  Until I interrupted him and told him that I used to sell exercise equipment.  He stopped touting the benefits at that point, and tried to get me to sign up for a membership.  It's actually pretty reasonable, but again, one of the reasons I cancelled the Y membership is that there were not facilities in the places to which I travel on a regular basis:  Like North Dakota, and Thief River Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did some strengh training today.  For like, the first time in eons.  I felt like I didn't know what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan is, talk to my friend who does a lot of training, and get some recommended exercises.  Write them down, and bring them with me next time I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which IS going to be on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey - I've had 80 oz of water so far today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I shall conquer the bike in my basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-3012981910873576944?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/3012981910873576944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=3012981910873576944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3012981910873576944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/3012981910873576944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/01/join-hordes.html' title='Join the hordes'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-231979916563047857</id><published>2008-01-02T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:36:26.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I didn't hear the furnace turn on this morning"</title><content type='html'>That's the first thing that my DH said to me this morning... so as he got out of bed to look at the thermostat, I stuck my bare toes out the side of the bed, to see if the radiator was warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just freakishly cold this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an uneventful new year's eve.  We were not lame like last year, and actually went out instead of crawling into bed at 10 pm.  We went to a friend's house, and hung out with a bunch of people... pretty low key.  All I had to drink (well, alcholic) was a bit of champaigne at midnight.  Which is why it really sucked to wake up in the morning feeling hungover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a head cold.  My sinuses are plugged, and I have the mother of all sinus headaches.  To top it off, I have the tail end of a cold sore, and pink eye.  Such a wonderful start to the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose I should talk about resolutions, since it is that time of the year.  Not too much to talk about actually.  I think the major one for me is to drink enough water.  I was getting headaches around Christmas, and figured out it was because I had not been drinking enough plain water.  That, and I will continue to make my bed in the morning.  I had that as a resolution two years ago, and it makes me happy to see the bed nice and made, and nicer to crawl in to at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am going to try and get back to my goal weight too... I am trying out a new tracking program that my doctor suggested.  We'll see if it is a shiny new toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to find some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-231979916563047857?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/231979916563047857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=231979916563047857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/231979916563047857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/231979916563047857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-didnt-hear-furnace-turn-on-this.html' title='&quot;I didn&apos;t hear the furnace turn on this morning&quot;'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8297564148505329619</id><published>2007-12-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T12:26:41.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything that can go wrong...</title><content type='html'>It's been an interesting week. Both good and bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 23rd, as I was gearing up to have my dad's side of the family over for Christmas, I saw that I had gotten a phone call on my work cell phone. From a number I knew was our communications center... so I called the on-call person, and found out that we had had a derailment in North Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed myself up, left my hubby with instructions on what to do for the evening (my parents were going to come help...) and hit the road. The road conditions were terrible. I had a discussion with my parents, and we decided to cancel Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone really had to cancel Christmas? Yep. That was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the upside - the cleanup went really quickly, and I was able to get to my parent's house by 4pm on Christmas Eve (after 6 hours of driving - stopping only once to pee, and once to get gas) to enjoy time with my mom's side of the family. Eric and I had reserved a hotel room for the evening, so when we got there we invited the kids that were there to swim in the pool to expend some of their energy before the evening's festivities. There were 22 people there in all. It was a nice evening, if a bit chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband got me a gift that I really liked: a trainer for my bicycle. So now I can bike inside during the winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day, we were at my mother-in-law's house. Both of his sisters were there, along with aunts and cousins, and my stepchildren. Again, a nice time, but I headed out shortly after dinner, since I hadn't been home in a while. They tried to make me feel guilty for leaving, but since I still had my work vehicle, Eric stayed to be social for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads on the way home were not fun, but I did get home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my stepdaughter and husband had spent the night, so instead of getting up early to brave the shopping, we had a nice relaxing morning. I really like my son-in-law. He has a good head on his shoulders, and really appreciates my stepdaughter. Unlike her last "husband". Yep. She's 24, and is on her second marriage. I think this one is a keeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, still on vacation, I got out of the house at about 7:45 to move my work truck because of the snow emergency. Of course the *^#%* thing would not start. And we are one of the streets that pretty much gets plowed at 8am. So, I called the maintenance service, and got the truck towed away to get it repaired. But not before the snow plow plowed it in. Woo hoo. So good person that I am, I shoveled the snow ridge from the street. Then I came in, and stepped in cat barf. Lovely, but there were 4 different spots this morning. Evidently, he has an upset stomach. And he hasn't even been eating all of the decadent Christmas treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the scedule for the afternoon, getting the house ready for people to come over for dinner tonight. And laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray that we don't have a derailment.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8297564148505329619?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8297564148505329619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8297564148505329619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8297564148505329619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8297564148505329619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2007/12/anything-that-can-go-wrong.html' title='Anything that can go wrong...'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-6137838806958657555</id><published>2007-12-18T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:24:10.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana bread or Biscotti?</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year.  I have people asking me if it's going to happen again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the Christmas holidays for the past four years, I have been making small loaves of banana bread, and biscotti, and giving them out to the people in my office the day before the Christmas holidays begin.  Well, since tomorrow is my last day before I am on vacation until January (WOO HOO), I am bringing in the treats tomorrow.  I have 11 loaves of bread, and 14 packages of biscotti all packaged up in holiday treat bags, and ready to grab as I am out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas.  I love the lights, and the festive spirit, and getting together with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I met up with my running group to do a "Christmas lights" run down Summit Avenue.  Not a lot of lights up, but it was a great night, and I was more than happy that I kept up with the people I was running with, with no problem at all.  I always feel like I am the slow person in the group.  But not tonight.  I was right there with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, but when I am running on a regular basis, all seems right with my world.  Even if I weigh more than I think I should.  It's all good.  I am strong, healthy, and in shape, and that's all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-6137838806958657555?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/6137838806958657555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=6137838806958657555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6137838806958657555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/6137838806958657555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2007/12/banana-bread-or-biscotti.html' title='Banana bread or Biscotti?'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548242.post-8950475171342442230</id><published>2007-12-17T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:22:05.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I choose</title><content type='html'>This has become my new mantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose.  I choose to eat or not eat things.  I choose to exercise.  I choose to sleep in.  I feel so much more in control of things, and much more at peace with things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days of work until I am off until the end of the year.  I am so looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running has been going pretty well lately.  Last week, I met with my running group to run at the Dome on Thursday and to run Calhoun on Saturday.  It was about 2 degrees on Saturday morning, but it was still great.  I will have to say I am a much happier person when I go running.  I suppose this makes me a runner.  Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just doing stuff around the house getting ready for Christmas.  Baking, cleaning, decorating, finishing christmas presents... we are doing the lower budget christmas this year:  I am using hotel points for gift certificates for some, and making presents (scarves, mittens, hats, crocheted washcloths...) for others.  Plus I got a lot of gifts before Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other major thing on the agenda this week is getting out the Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel boring, but things are actually going pretty well.  I feel at peace, and I had a review with my boss on Friday that made me happy.  We'll just have to see what the new year brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548242-8950475171342442230?l=annekes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/feeds/8950475171342442230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548242&amp;postID=8950475171342442230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8950475171342442230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548242/posts/default/8950475171342442230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekes.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-choose.html' title='I choose'/><author><name>AnnekeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853532541897906151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz6TjGWCt_A/SKnzyz6tqKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJdckZfagAU/S220/00160005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
