Crazy B***h totally stole my look. I mean not the whole "dress like a complete freak and wear creepy hair bows thing," but the "never wear any pants" thing.....thats TOTALLY mine. Anyone who knows me knows I am the queen of walking around in my underwear. If I never had to put pants on again in my life I think I would be ok with it. Ok, sometimes a kick butt pair of jeans makes you feel all sexy and what not, and lets be honest, I guess you like to leave a little up to the imagination on a first date. But really, ya, I hate pants.
When I was in college I lived in a co-ed dorm and the guys that lived next door to us got in the habit of saying "Does Jenna have pants on?" before they came in. Ya, they knew.
When I get home, I can't wait to take my pants off. I will sit there in my underwear all night. Ok, now I live at home (I know, loser), so for my dad's sake I do put shorts on (your welcome), but when I am alone.....no pants. I sleep in my underwear, I clean in my underwear, I mean pants are pointless. And then here come Lady Gaga, all crazy and weird and she makes it a fashion statement when I have been rockin that look hard core for years.
Bitch.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
13.1 miles to victory
12 weeks and 13.1 miles.
I am very intimidated.
I am not a runner to say the least. I never have been. I was a gymanst for many years and even then I never felt I had the endurance I should have. I always wished I could be one of those people that could just pick up and run....didn't have to go to the gym to get on a piece of equipment to work out, but could just thrown on some shoes and go. I had this vision of it being cathardic. Stress relieving. Then I got it in my head that I wanted to run a half marathon and I started "pre-training"......ITS BORING! I am not sure if at 29 I have suddenly developed ADD or what, but I get sidetracked after about 15 minutes of jogging and am only able to push myself for about another 5 (which in my slow body is just about 1.5 miles....ya, I am very slow). It could be that I am in Ohio (Cleveland to be exact...yes, just voted most miserable city in the country) and it is February and cold and snowy and I am forced to run on a treadmill therefore I can't stop looking at the clock. Maybe it would be better outside, I don't know. We will have to wait and see. But yes, I get very bored.
So let me just say why I am doing this. Last year (Jan-April 2009) I lost about 25 lbs. Yay me =) It felt good and to be honest it came off pretty easy. I had spent 5 years being lazy and when I decided to take life "by the balls" and workout again my body reacted quite nicely. I knew at that point I had more to go, but I wanted to see how easy it would be to keep it off and not gain anything back. Turns out, a year later I haven't worked that hard at keeping it off, just changed some eating habits, work out moderatly, and I have managed to not only not gain anything back but lose about 5 more. Now, I still have about 20 more to lose to be ideally where I want to be. I am short, small framed, I shouldn't be nearly as big as I still am. Anyway, I know the last 20 are hard and I assumed that I would have to do something a lot harder to get it off then what I had last year. So the idea of finally trying to run a half-marathon came to me. What better time than now. So, in October I started jogging to get my body used to it....ya, it didn't like it so much. I took the Holiday's off, not really by choice, but I had no time. January I traveled a lot and then Feb. 1st came and I started jogging again. This time it was not so bad and I found that I could jog for 20 min and not get soar or winded....just bored.
Today starts the "official" 12 week training program for the race. May 16th, Cleveland Half-Marathon. I am totally intimidated. I know that if I can't do it I can always end up running the 5k or 10k (neither of which I have done before either), but I really want this, and I am stubborn. So, I might try and keep some sort of log on here, I may need some motivation (if anyone stumbles on this and wants to give me some), but most of all, I need to do this for me. I need to prove that after all I have been through and done that I can still put my mind to something and succeed. Running may seem like a small accomplishment, but it is a metaphor for success to me at this point....I can do it, and I will.
I am very intimidated.
I am not a runner to say the least. I never have been. I was a gymanst for many years and even then I never felt I had the endurance I should have. I always wished I could be one of those people that could just pick up and run....didn't have to go to the gym to get on a piece of equipment to work out, but could just thrown on some shoes and go. I had this vision of it being cathardic. Stress relieving. Then I got it in my head that I wanted to run a half marathon and I started "pre-training"......ITS BORING! I am not sure if at 29 I have suddenly developed ADD or what, but I get sidetracked after about 15 minutes of jogging and am only able to push myself for about another 5 (which in my slow body is just about 1.5 miles....ya, I am very slow). It could be that I am in Ohio (Cleveland to be exact...yes, just voted most miserable city in the country) and it is February and cold and snowy and I am forced to run on a treadmill therefore I can't stop looking at the clock. Maybe it would be better outside, I don't know. We will have to wait and see. But yes, I get very bored.
So let me just say why I am doing this. Last year (Jan-April 2009) I lost about 25 lbs. Yay me =) It felt good and to be honest it came off pretty easy. I had spent 5 years being lazy and when I decided to take life "by the balls" and workout again my body reacted quite nicely. I knew at that point I had more to go, but I wanted to see how easy it would be to keep it off and not gain anything back. Turns out, a year later I haven't worked that hard at keeping it off, just changed some eating habits, work out moderatly, and I have managed to not only not gain anything back but lose about 5 more. Now, I still have about 20 more to lose to be ideally where I want to be. I am short, small framed, I shouldn't be nearly as big as I still am. Anyway, I know the last 20 are hard and I assumed that I would have to do something a lot harder to get it off then what I had last year. So the idea of finally trying to run a half-marathon came to me. What better time than now. So, in October I started jogging to get my body used to it....ya, it didn't like it so much. I took the Holiday's off, not really by choice, but I had no time. January I traveled a lot and then Feb. 1st came and I started jogging again. This time it was not so bad and I found that I could jog for 20 min and not get soar or winded....just bored.
Today starts the "official" 12 week training program for the race. May 16th, Cleveland Half-Marathon. I am totally intimidated. I know that if I can't do it I can always end up running the 5k or 10k (neither of which I have done before either), but I really want this, and I am stubborn. So, I might try and keep some sort of log on here, I may need some motivation (if anyone stumbles on this and wants to give me some), but most of all, I need to do this for me. I need to prove that after all I have been through and done that I can still put my mind to something and succeed. Running may seem like a small accomplishment, but it is a metaphor for success to me at this point....I can do it, and I will.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Social Networking.....am I really better off?
Hi.
I'm Jenna.
I'm addicted to FB.
Whew, I feel better. Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right? It all started just about a year and a half ago when a good long time friend of mine gave birth to her first baby. At the time I was on MySpace frequently (which has since turned into a whore site, so I am glad I made the change, lol), but was never really into FB (and yes, I am so addicted that I can use the shortened "letter only" terminology for it, I am that cool). Anywho, this friend was on FB, a new mother, and as you can imagine VERY busy. She politely told me that the nighttime was off limit for phone calls as that was now considered family time (totally understandable), and that if I wanted to talk to her and KIT for the time being until life got settled, FB was my option. So I converted. Very reluctantly at first, then I became totally immersed in the culture of the updates, the picture sharing, the commenting, the total knowledge of what was going on with people. I could KIT with those I loved dearly that due to new life changes I was not getting to see, and those that I had not seen in years that I wish I had never lost touch with. HOW AMAZING IS THIS THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And lucky me, I even scored a few dates out of this. Yes, I managed to turn FB into E-Harmony. That went well. (do you sense the sarcasm?)
Now, almost 2 years later I am finding myself in a precarious situation. I have had my ups and downs with FB. I love the ability to keep in touch and share experiences and motivate and make people smile (and have people help me smile when I need it); however, I have recently come to despise the fact that you can discover that people lie. I will give people the benefit of the doubt and say that maybe they don't mean to. It's what I do, I am a pleaser and I like to see people happy. I also can't fathom lying to those I love. Maybe as a kid/teenager I did, but I have grown up, I have matured, I have changed....I guess I assumed we all had. Regardless if they mean to or not, their lies hurt, and if they say one thing and then put another out there in Internet world it will be discovered and it is hurtful. Some things I have seen are minuscule and alone are not that bad, but they open the door to more serious issues and pain that hurts me very deeply.
So, social networking. Are we really better off? The constant need to share what we are doing, to know what others are doing at every moment even if it hurts. Is it worth it?
Hi.
I'm Jenna.
I'm addicted to FB.
I'm Jenna.
I'm addicted to FB.
Whew, I feel better. Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right? It all started just about a year and a half ago when a good long time friend of mine gave birth to her first baby. At the time I was on MySpace frequently (which has since turned into a whore site, so I am glad I made the change, lol), but was never really into FB (and yes, I am so addicted that I can use the shortened "letter only" terminology for it, I am that cool). Anywho, this friend was on FB, a new mother, and as you can imagine VERY busy. She politely told me that the nighttime was off limit for phone calls as that was now considered family time (totally understandable), and that if I wanted to talk to her and KIT for the time being until life got settled, FB was my option. So I converted. Very reluctantly at first, then I became totally immersed in the culture of the updates, the picture sharing, the commenting, the total knowledge of what was going on with people. I could KIT with those I loved dearly that due to new life changes I was not getting to see, and those that I had not seen in years that I wish I had never lost touch with. HOW AMAZING IS THIS THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And lucky me, I even scored a few dates out of this. Yes, I managed to turn FB into E-Harmony. That went well. (do you sense the sarcasm?)
Now, almost 2 years later I am finding myself in a precarious situation. I have had my ups and downs with FB. I love the ability to keep in touch and share experiences and motivate and make people smile (and have people help me smile when I need it); however, I have recently come to despise the fact that you can discover that people lie. I will give people the benefit of the doubt and say that maybe they don't mean to. It's what I do, I am a pleaser and I like to see people happy. I also can't fathom lying to those I love. Maybe as a kid/teenager I did, but I have grown up, I have matured, I have changed....I guess I assumed we all had. Regardless if they mean to or not, their lies hurt, and if they say one thing and then put another out there in Internet world it will be discovered and it is hurtful. Some things I have seen are minuscule and alone are not that bad, but they open the door to more serious issues and pain that hurts me very deeply.
So, social networking. Are we really better off? The constant need to share what we are doing, to know what others are doing at every moment even if it hurts. Is it worth it?
Hi.
I'm Jenna.
I'm addicted to FB.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I wanna be a Toys R Us kid.....
When I was 5 I was convinced that I would be a bus driver. I mean, what kid doesn't look forward to getting on the big yellow transportationmobile and heading off to school with all the "big kids"? So, in my little mind, driving it would be even better! Ya, that dream faded quickly when I realized how gross school busses were.
I matured at 6 and was sure I would be an Olympic gymnast by the time I was 15. I mean, I was in the rainbow program and headed onto the competitive team. Duh, the Olympics is next! Sadly, the American's won the 1996 Olympic Gold without me. I could just have easily done that vault on one like like Kerri Strug....psshh, bitch please, any level 9 gymnast can handle that. Haha
Somewhere around 1990 my sister and I got involved in community theatre. You know what came next? Star Search! It was coming to Cleveland! OMG, we TOTALLY had to go. We were obsessed with the show and of course we would win and a sister type act....hello, we are adorable and loveable, and well, we are awesome! But no, do you know what we had to do that day? Write a paper. Ya, we had homework, and having an English teacher for a mother means no skipping homework to go become famous. I bet Britney's mom didn't make her do her homework (ok, she turned out to be a trainwreck, but we would have been solid and stable with good morals and only slighty slutty to sell our records). We are talking like Hillary and Halie Duff, but WAY better.
By the time I got to college I was sure of my passion. Pharmacy. I loved it. I studied it for 3 years in college and was sure I wanted nothing more than to continue on to the 8 year Doctorine program at OSU. By year 4 I had fallen in love and decided I did not want to spend the first few years of married life in school so on the brink of assuming I would get engaged I changed my major and got a degree in Sociology. Well, we all know how well that whole marriage thing worked out for me (See: "What a day, what a day, what a silly little day").
So, what do I wanna be when I grow up. Wait, Holy Shit! I am gonna be 30 this year!?!?!?!? It's not when I grow up....I am grown up! Oh my goodness, when the #$%#$#$ did that happen!!!! Bus driver---Hell no! Olympic gymnast---HAHAHAHAHAHA! Famous musician/dancer/actress/total kick butt "triple threat"---still in my dreams Pharmacist---way too late for that! WHAT DO I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't wanna grow up, I wanna be a Toys R Us kid!
I matured at 6 and was sure I would be an Olympic gymnast by the time I was 15. I mean, I was in the rainbow program and headed onto the competitive team. Duh, the Olympics is next! Sadly, the American's won the 1996 Olympic Gold without me. I could just have easily done that vault on one like like Kerri Strug....psshh, bitch please, any level 9 gymnast can handle that. Haha
Somewhere around 1990 my sister and I got involved in community theatre. You know what came next? Star Search! It was coming to Cleveland! OMG, we TOTALLY had to go. We were obsessed with the show and of course we would win and a sister type act....hello, we are adorable and loveable, and well, we are awesome! But no, do you know what we had to do that day? Write a paper. Ya, we had homework, and having an English teacher for a mother means no skipping homework to go become famous. I bet Britney's mom didn't make her do her homework (ok, she turned out to be a trainwreck, but we would have been solid and stable with good morals and only slighty slutty to sell our records). We are talking like Hillary and Halie Duff, but WAY better.
By the time I got to college I was sure of my passion. Pharmacy. I loved it. I studied it for 3 years in college and was sure I wanted nothing more than to continue on to the 8 year Doctorine program at OSU. By year 4 I had fallen in love and decided I did not want to spend the first few years of married life in school so on the brink of assuming I would get engaged I changed my major and got a degree in Sociology. Well, we all know how well that whole marriage thing worked out for me (See: "What a day, what a day, what a silly little day").
So, what do I wanna be when I grow up. Wait, Holy Shit! I am gonna be 30 this year!?!?!?!? It's not when I grow up....I am grown up! Oh my goodness, when the #$%#$#$ did that happen!!!! Bus driver---Hell no! Olympic gymnast---HAHAHAHAHAHA! Famous musician/dancer/actress/total kick butt "triple threat"---still in my dreams Pharmacist---way too late for that! WHAT DO I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't wanna grow up, I wanna be a Toys R Us kid!
Friday, February 5, 2010
It happens....
Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to overthink it
Just let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
And we try so hard to understand it
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is
Pshhhh, it happens....
-Sugarland
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to overthink it
Just let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
And we try so hard to understand it
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is
Pshhhh, it happens....
-Sugarland
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