Monthly Archives: March 2011

Three Things Thursday

  1. I have been eating like crap lately. Not so much that I’ve been eating bad food, but for the first time in my life, I find myself regularly forgetting to eat. It’s 10:30, and I had a soy latte for breakfast. (I hate soy lattes, by the way – I want whole milk! BUT – I am trying to be true to the non-dairy lifestyle, with the exception of last weekend, when I was a very bad dairy-eating monkey indeed.) However, I am not losing weight. I’m not gaining weight, but this suggests to me that it’s not as simple as calories in vs. calories out.
  2. I have also been exercising like crap lately. Last week – the week in which I was on vacation and had no work to do at all – I did not exercise once. I went for a run on 3/20/11, and then didn’t exercise again until 3/28/11. This is not the way to ramp up for a half marathon in 5 weeks. I did run on Monday & yoga on Tuesday, but skipped the planned Tuesday evening bike, Wednesday morning swim & Wednesday evening weights. Today is supposed to be my rest day, but I think I might have to eschew resting for some kind of activity. I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time getting back into my pre-foot injury routine. Maybe (and this JUST NOW OCCURRED TO ME) it’s because I haven’t had a regular routine for a year? It really has been a year since this whole foot thing started. And maybe it’s because I still have some foot pain & swelling? And maybe I’m just kind of an idiot & should stop reprimanding myself & making over-ambitious plans, and just try to sneak back into it gradually?
  3. I feel so beige lately. I drive a beige car & live in a beige house & kind of feel (after spending 20 minutes last night explaining to the architect how I develop budgets at work as a lead in to a dramatic work story) that my job is beige. Maybe I should just move to the suburbs & buy a station wagon & go gently into that good night.  Or, maybe, I should just spend some time eating right & exercising & getting some sun & I’ll feel all better.

 

Shoesday!

So – I wore high heels on Friday night. For about 8 hours. Except for that period of time that I thought it would be more appropriate to be barefoot. In March. At a bar. In Seattle. Yeah. ANYWAYS! It was the first time since my surgery that I’d worn heels for any length of time.

And Saturday – I could barely put shoes on. In fact, after wearing shoes all day, I had to wear FLIP FLOPS to dinner. At a restaurant. In Seattle. In March. Flip flops. Granted, they were shiny silver flip flops, but still. That is not how I roll, people. Next thing you know, I’ll be buying Crocs & then I’ll just have to make fun of myself!

So – when I went to Nordstroms.com to find inspiration for today’s shoesday presentation, I was struck (not literally) with the shoe headline in the lower left corner: comfort shoes.

Along with that comfort shoe line was a picture of this:

Naya 'Fandanga' Open Toe Leather Slingback

I could TOTALLY get behind the comfort of that.

So – today is shoes that are promised to be comfortable, and will, in theory, not cause me to cancel two days in a row of running and make me wear flip flops. In public.

Kork-Ease 'Deborah' Sandal

These are very springy, a great soft green color AND they are (in theory) comfortable. I really like the casual elegance of the details and I really want it to be springy enough outside to wear open-toed shoes!

 

Cole Haan 'Air Natalie' Open Toe Slingback

These are great, more formal looking spring shoes. I would totally wear these at work, or out for a drink after. Again, I like the criss-cross details.

 

Softspots 'Laconia' Wedge Sandal

These are super springy – perfect for a sunny happy hour outside, a quick walk around the garden, or a casual day at work. I love the color, the cork heel, and they do look so soft & comfy, right?

 

Børn Crown 'Divinity' Sandal

I love suede, but only have one pair of suede shoes (and they’re not even blue!) due to the fact that sued + rain = yuck. But – this has such a nice heel, and a fun bow, that I’m a little tempted…

 

These next two I love due to the shiny & the peep toe & the wee platform. These are my type of shoes. Now, if only I could a) afford (the Cole Haan ones, the others are in my price range) or b) squish my (still) swollen tootsie into them.

Söfft 'Ramona II' Peep Toe Pump

See? Shiny! Platform! Great heel! Not too expensive! But maybe too narrow for the Damian-less foot.  I think I need to have a moratorium on online shoe shopping for awhile…

 

 

Cole Haan 'Air Mariela' Pump

The only thing I don’t love about these is the color. There’s nothing WRONG with the brown (or the other choices, which are beige & black), but I’d love these in red. The skinny little heel makes me so happy, as does the belief that I could wear these all night without wanting to hack my feet off the next day….however, the part where they’re over $300 makes me think that they are definitely not an online purchase at this time.

 

I hope your feet feel like they’re floating on little clouds after that! I’m not going to like, while I was looking through the 9 pages of shoes that Nordstroms deemed “comfort” shoes, there were a few that I was like, “ooooh!” and then realized that they were Danskos. I am not ready to do that yet, even if I am wearing a pair of Danskos right now! (Oh, the shame.) But – look! some really are cute, right?  RIGHT?

Don’t leave! I promise I won’t switch to all clog shoesdays….

I am back, with 75% less fishy rage!

People! So many things happened since last I rapped at you!

Can you even believe that I haven’t blogged in almost a week? WTF?!? After all, what was I even doing last week that could tear me away from blogging?

Well, for starters, there was this:

BACON!

Bacon!!!

 

And this:

This will soon be cheese!

Finished Chevre

Chevre!

 

And this:

Brine for the chicken

Fancy brine for my chicken.

 

And this:

Sage white wine mustard ingredients The Ginger Garlic Mustard ingredients ginger, garlic & peppercorns Mustard seeds Little jars of mustard

Mustard (two kinds – oooh, fancy!)

 

And then, there was this:

Seattle Sunset Seattle skyline Troll! Gasworks Park View from our hotel room

Trip to Seattle! Good food, good friends, good times.

 

And now? Back at the office. *sigh*

Oh – and back to school *double sigh*

But this week we’ll also be back to shoesday, and book review Wednesday, and DIY-day (do you want mustard, bacon, or cheese for your DIY-day this week?).

And this weekend, there will be sausage making!  And naturescaping! And likely lots of homework!

I Was an Ill-Tempered Sea Bass

When last I left you, I was stressed out (and so, apparently, were some of you after reading about my adventures).

Rest assured, it gets better!

My appointment with the nutritionist was lovely, even thought she did recommend cutting dairy out of my diet & suggesting that I might have a dairy intolerance. I said I would give it a go for six weeks. No cheese. No butter. (No milk or ice cream or yogurt, either, but already avoid those things.)

Then, I drove BACK to the pharmacy.

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You may remember from yesterday’s lesson that Portland is divided into 5 quadrants (I know, that doesn’t make sense, but it’s all true). The dividing line between East & West is the Willamette River. There are a lot of bridges here in Portland (totally typed Poetland – that’s kinda funny). Many of them are draw bridges, as we have a decent amount of ship traffic. Some of them are just super high (the freeway bridges & the St. Johns Bridge). I have a nearly debilitating fear mild phobia about accidentally driving off a really high bridge & plunging to my death. Also, I once heard that the guy who designed the Fremont Bridge won’t drive over it because it was not built to his specifications & he feels that it is unsafe, much like that bridge in Minneapolis that fell down a few years ago.

Because I live in a town with a river and a bunch of bridges, I have worked hard to get over my phobia. I will drive over the St. Johns Bridge (I get through it by pretending that we’re very, very low), and the Marquam Bridge (especially on the lower deck).

So, when I tell you that my journeys last Friday resulting in me driving on the Fremont Bridge THREE TIMES – twice on the high upper deck where I could just careen into space & DIE! –  and the St. Johns Bridge three times (less stressful, but still), I want you to know that I was, indeed, feeling even more stressed out than just the anxiety of being constantly late can cause).

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Fortunately, when I got back to the pharmacy, they’d obtained my insurance information & were able to give me my drugs right away. That was pleasing. Unforunately, it was too late. I was already cranky.

When I got home, the architect was already there. BUT, had he psychically intuited my mood and made a martini to ease the stress? NO! He was on the bike trainer. Exercising. And he did not immediately hop off & offer to sooth the savage beast (me) with offers of martinis and fancy cheeses.

Bastard, right? I told Facebook that I was, indeed an ill-tempered sea bass (and some people hinted that I might have posted that AFTER drinking, when alas! that’s just how my mind works, regardless of amount of alcohol imbibed).

After he got off the trainer, I made him go out for pizza with me, because, well, I’d already had cheese at lunch – might as well have a last hurrah, right?

Two slices & a couple beers later, and I was less ill-tempered.

The rest of the weekend was good, if a little less dramatic. Saturday morning, I headed over to Emily’s for some garden talk & breakfast, then went to the eye doctor for new glasses, and spent the afternoon hoeing. My shoulders & back are pretty sore from all that work!

Sunday I went for a lovely run in Forest Park (4.5 miles! New distance record!) and then the architect & I made another batch of IPA.

IMAG0222

Yesterday was mustard making & a foot therapy appointment (turns out that instead of a mild supination, which I’ve always had on both feet, the right (surgery) foot is now pronating. So my left foot rolls out, and my right foot rolls in. Add to that my extreme hyperextension, and you pretty much have a recipe for running injury (and that probably explains why running has caused so my stress on my muscles/ligaments lately).

My PT exercises for the next two weeks include (this is not a lie): practicing standing up with straight legs. Apparently, the therapist was not surprised that I’m clumsy – how could I be anything but when I can’t even straighten my legs without practice! I am also to practice keeping my feet flat on the ground. It’s a wonder I’m ever upright at this point! (Oh, sometimes I wish my parents didn’t read this blog…I have a comment here.)

ANYWAYS! Now we are all caught up. Today (Tuesday), I have plans! And, I will take pictures.  And there will be some serious domestic badassery going down in the house (hizzle?).

I Didn’t Kill Anyone on Friday!

People! It is 9 AM. I am sitting at home in my pajamas. I’ve had coffee and breakfast and life is so good! Even though my last day of work before vacationwas Thursday, and my last day of school before vacation was Friday, today is teh first day that really FEELS like vacation, because typically on Mondays I go to work.

Friday did NOT feel like a vacation. It was just one of those no good very bad days from the start.

I had a doctor’s appointment at 9 AM. I did not set an alarm, because dudes – 9 AM!

Guess what time I woke up? If you guessed 9 AM, give yourself a cookie. I actually think I might deserve a cookie, because I got to my appointment by 9:17 AM. I even got dressed & brushed my teeth & poured a cup of coffee and STILL got there by 9:17.

BUT – it was too late. I could not be seen. Fortunately, they were able to reschedule me for 11:45 AM. So, I went back home, finished up my coursework for the quarter, and then went back to the doctor. A prescription was needed, but I didn’t want to go to  my regular pharmacy, so I had them send it to the pharmacy by my house that I’d never before visited.

After my appointment, I grabbed lunch & then went to my volunteer gig.

I finished up volunteering at about 4. I knew I had another appointment (with a nutritionist, part of a Groupon deal) at 5:45.

***brief segue to explain Portland to out of towners***

Portland is divided into five parts. Quadrants, actually, except there are five, and not four.

There’s northeast, southeast, northwest, southwest, and north. North is the bastard step-child of Portland. It is also where I live. So – my ‘scrip is in North Portland.  My volunteer job is in NE Portland. My 5:45 pm appointment is in SE Portland. I have 1 hour & 45 minutes before my next engagement and I don’t know what time new pharmacy closes. Five seems a reasonable guess.

So, I drove to North Portland. They tried to charge me $OH-HELL-NO for my prescription. It was determined that they didn’t have my insurance information. AND, it turns out that somewhere I have a separate pharmacy insurance card that isn’t my dental insurance or my health insurance. I’m fairly certain that was something I forgot to have replaced after my wallet was stolen last summer, because I didn’t know it existed.

The nice lady at the pharmacy said she could call & get the information so I could have my drugs at <$WTF!

So, I sat in the pharmacy & read. After a while I said to myself, “Self! You should really double-check that your next appointment is at 5:45.”

So, I checked on my Google Calendar (on my phone) where I store all appointments.

The Calendar said that the appointment was at 4:45.

I looked at the clock. The clock said 4:22.

That is not a lot of time to get from N to SE.

I verified that the pharmacy was open ’til 9, told them I’d be back for my drugs, and tore out of there. I drove like a decently cautious, but slightly aggressive bat out of hell. I got stuck in traffic. Lots of people on the freeway anxious to start their weekends and completely oblivious to the fact that they SUCK and should get out of my way, because obviously my rush to my appointment is hella more important than their rushes to whatever they were doing (probably something morally reprehensible and legally questionable…I’m assuming).

I get to my appointment late (of course), which is pretty much par for the day’s course.

I parked about 2 blocks away so I wouldn’t have to look for parking, and then sprinted (more or less) to the door. I walked in panting & anxious. The receptionist asked who I was there to see, I blanked, but told her my name. And she said:

“Oh! You’re early! Your appointment isn’t until 5:45.”

And scene.

(Weekend report TBD, but I have another appointment in a half hour, and am going to try to be on time this week.)