Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
I have been so excited about working out every day since first hearing about the bodyrock site that in an UNPRECEDENTED move (in the merciblahblah household) I have actually worked out for the past 8 days in a row. Unfortch for me, it has resulted in a slight injury. I tweaked my shoulder Monday when working out, but went ahead and did the workout posted at the bottom on Tuesday, and now - DUH - it hurts worse.
I have still been forgoing the more twisty-turney moves, or anything really focused on the core until I go back to the doc on Monday to HOPEFULLY get his blessing to get back to turbokick and boot camp classes (though I feel like bodyrock is as intense as boot camp).
What has also kept me coming back is that I feel like I can already see differences in various body parts, even after just 2 weeks doing this.
Of course, YOU can't see them, what with those body parts being underneath a giant maxi skirt and slouchy tank, but they're there, and firmer. Trust. Sorry if I keep talking about the workouts, but I am really motivated at the moment, so until I get to the point where I am unmotivated, you'll keep hearing about them. And if anyone out there decides to bodyrock along wif me, let me know - we can motivate each other. See how that works?
So that's MY story - what's YOURS?
Tank, Sandals, Belt (that you can hardly see): Target
Skirt, Earrings: F21
Necklace: Urban Outfitters
WOWM: Work Out With Me
Get thee hence and JUST DO IT.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Good. Gawd. I just sat through part one of the Real Housewives of NYC reunion, and I don't know how Andy Cohen does it. That was a big fucking bowl of crazy.
After this season, I can't believe I ever liked Jill ZAAAArin. That woman is a bitch on wheels. I would even go so far as to say she's a C U Next Tuesday. That's how much I dislike her.
As much as the show drove me crazy, will I watch part two? Hells yes, but for the love of Bethanny Frankel, bring back the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, Mr. Cohen!! I also thought it was interesting that they are STILL talking about Bethanny, and that Jill is saying Ramoner was trying to keep she and Bethanny apart in one breath, and that she "ambushed" her in trying to get the two together to talk, in the next breath. Ugh.
Now I'm all hopped up on Housewives, and I need to go to bed, cuz it is WAY past my bedtime. Shit on a shingle, I'm going to be tossing and turning for an hour trying to wind down from the craziness.
And CLEARLY, their crazy has affected my language. If ONLY I had the manners of the Countess (who's smarmy, smirky face I wanted to slap a few times in the course of the show). Don't even get me started on Kelly Killoooopy Bensimone.
Did anyone else watch The Crazy? Let's hear your thoughts in the comments, peeps. Who'd ya like? Hate? Secretly love? SPILL.
Dress as skirt: Target
Necklace: Garage Sale
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Of course Sea of Shoes has these boots, which she found in Austin. Of COURSE she does.
The Slimcado LITE. Uh oh. I bought one of these this weekend, and have yet to taste it, but based on this hilarious review, which calls it the SlimcaDON'T, it may as well be referred to by its other name "That Sh!t Ain't Right."
And finally - the other TSAR Bad for today? A 7 frigging a.m. dental appointment. Hope your day starts out better than mine!
WOWM: Work Out With Me
Here's today's workout, kids.
Monday, July 25, 2011
I hate a letdown breakfast. On paper, it's everything a b-fast should be: fruit, protein, grains, but IRL, not so great.
And the egg over easy? Hmmmm...I must not have paid enough attention to it, even cooking it on med-low, because the bottom was a little tooooo brown and rubbery, and the white on top was not quiiite cooked through. Gag a maggot.
Dammit - I KNEW I should've just poached it.
At least the coffee and toast was okay. I mean, if I'd screwed that up, we would have a REAL problem.
Ah well, tomorrow is another b-fast, right?
If you want to see some cooking done right, ch-ch-check out this little lady. She funny.
WOWM: Work Out With Me
Here's today's workout...
Shoes: Steve Madden
Bracelet: Charming Charlie's
Urrings: Gift from Amy Bo Bamy
Friday, July 22, 2011
ASOS, for these sales we are about to receive, we thank thee. If you're anything like me, you get to the middle of a season and start thinking about clothing for the NEXT season, but like Miss South Carolina says, "I personally belieeeve that here in the Americas, you can buy clothing for one season and let it carry you through to the next." Okay, maybe Miss South Carolina wasn't quite that coherent, but I DO believe these little numbers CAN carry you right on through. Stay with me here.
Swing dress with necklace
Pair this with tights, boots, a military jacket, and you're good ta go.
Vila Maxi Skirt
WOWM: Work Out With Me.
After yesterday's hellish workout, I thought I'd take it easy today with this one.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
And I think my outfit is a pretty good interpretation:
Alllllso, I have been loving the hot pink lip that I'm seeing all over tarnation, and saw a color that I j'adored right here, so I het up Target and picked up a tube-a-lube.
And while I was there, I maaaay have spotted the belt I'm wearing (around my waist, my bracelet is actually a belt wrapped twelvity-five times around my wrist), so I picked that up too.
WOWM: Work Out With Me
Wish me luck. I'm going to try this one today...
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Dinner was lamb crepinette with artichokes, zucchini, and olive falafel, but I had MAJAH order envy over The Hubs' plate of short ribs with the best. mashed. potatoes. EVAH, and for dessert?
Chocolate mousse with feuilletine crust (whatever THAT is) port cherries, and coffee ice cream. Um, YUM.
All in all, the service was great, even though we didn't have reservations and had to sit at a high-top table (not my favorite thing in the world), but for Saturday night, it wasn't bad.
Definitely worth a trip back to get a load of their doughnuts with vanilla pastry cream, salted caramel and passion fruit something or other.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I'm not feeling very picture-takery this week. After a shitastic weekend that started when I was stopped by a cop for having expired tags on my car AND a broken tail light - which would have been $95 for each (and can I say THANK YOU, Officer, for taking pity on me and letting me off with a warning), I ended Sunday night safe in the knowledge that I was NOT going to win Mother Of the Year. DAYUM if parenting hasn't suddenly become the most frigging difficult thing ever. I just feel brittle, like if someone bumps against me, some outer shell will flake off like I'm made of sedimentary rock. Like I am never fully recovering from battle before the next one starts, so for the past several days I have been on EDGE. The slightest thing sets me off, and Gavin, my sweet precious Gavin, is pushing my effing buttons. My kids are my heart, so how do I come to terms with the fact that since the end of last week, I feel like I want to just get in my car and....drive...
Spending my days feeling like I'm yelling at my kids more often than not, going to bed each night feeling like a shit is taking its toll. Sunday was the kicker. For the first time in a long time, while The Hubs was out, I really felt like I might snap. Like I just could not do it by myself for one minute. I called my mom to come over RIGHT NOW, sat on the couch folding laundry waiting for her to get there, while The Trips "helped," and bawled. They thought it was a game, until I looked up and they saw my face, with mascara running down it, and said, "Mommy's face is dirty," and I felt like the biggest loser in the world. I pulled it together after a while, long enough to fix dinner, which we ate after The Hubs got home (and mom left), and in the middle of dinner, I did it again. Broke down. Couldn't stop crying. Thank GOD for The Hubs, who told me not to worry, that he would clean up, to leave, get in the car and get out of the house, and that he would put the kids to bed. Thank GOD for him hugging me, telling me he understood, that it was difficult for him too, that he was there to help me when I couldn't do it myself. I am lucky.
So forgive me if I am not quite myself this week. This too shall pass, I tell myself, and I know it will. I just have to wallow in it, muck about, be dirty in it, before I can absolve myself of the guilt I feel constantly. No one ever told me that being a mother was synonymous with guilt. Constant guilt.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass. Please God, let this pass.
Dear Urban Outfitters,
If you are googling yourself and come across this blog, I would LOVE to have any and all of the below items. Or a gift card for a few thousand dollars, in case I change my mind on any of the below. Thank you kindly.
Labels: urban outfitters
Monday, July 18, 2011
Good luck with this one - it's brutal.
Friday, July 15, 2011
This makes the fifth bodyrock workout I have completed this week, along with this, this, this (I left out the sandbag sit ups because of the core work and the diagonal knee raises because I did not have the dip station), and this. I will reiterate what I said earlier this week - these workouts are short but INTENSE. I am not a huge sweat-er (my Special Gift is that when I'm working out I turn red as a beet, then dangerously purple, with relatively little sweat), but I have to say, with these I did both. Lovely.
Anyhoo, moving forward I'm not going to write about each workout, but just post a link to the one I did on that particular day if you want to join me. If you DO, let me know what you think!!
I have been remiss in not posting Cat Watch 2011 until now. Cat - Mz. Deeley if you're nasty - FINALLY got nominated for an Emmy for her fantabulous job at hosting one of the best shows around, So You Think You Can Dance. It's about damn time. Let's catch up with her crazy bananas wardrobe, shall we?
I was surprised this Tom Ford wasn't vintage redux when I first saw it. Lubs.
Cat in Cat(herine) Malandrino. Come ON. A short, sweet, strapless with pockets AND killer shoes? WHO'S winning? It ain't Charlie Sheen - it's this dress.
Unchain my heart - a Susana Monaco black chainmail dress.