1) Being thanked for my hard work on making Stew & Brew a repeated success
2) Getting a compliment on my aloe plants... again
3) 6.2 miles
1) Being thanked for my hard work on making Stew & Brew a repeated success
2) Getting a compliment on my aloe plants... again
3) 6.2 miles
I can't straighten my arms from crossing the monkey bars too many times and my quads are so sore that walking down stairs is a challenge.
Chop.
Chill.
Eat.
:)
I haven't exercised much since the Peachtree because of an ankle injury sustained somewhere toward the end of the fourth/beginning of the fifth mile. Well it's finally feeling ok so I'm back at the workouts -- in addition to Ms. Micahels, I got an exercise ball, joined the Atlanta Track Club (more on that later) and am even contemplating signing up for the gym at work to get away from my apartment complex's sub-par equipment.
I decided to start today with the Wii. Despite my recent gym hiatus, I figured I could still handle a little Jillian, so I chose the medium-level, 30-minute workout.
Wrong. Now I have a stabbing pain in my right foot and my arms are burning.
Jillian: 1
Leslie: 0
I've been meaning to post this since Sunday, but marathon study sessions for today's accounting test took precedence, unfortunately. Fortunately, the test was tonight, and despite the fact that I slept for just over an hour last night, gave myself a tension headache from clenching my jaw all day today and nearly had a panic attack before the test... I think it went well!I don't know what my deal was with this test -- I've never been one to have test anxiety, but wow! Today was the prime example of why I'm glad it's been an experience I've lived without for 24 years. I think I'm still apprehensive after I had trouble in finance, but I must persevere! :) I realized today that I have TWENTY FIVE months until I'm done with school. GAG. All I know is that I'm going to have one heck of a shindig when I'm done. I didn't make a big deal of anything when I graduated from undergrad, so I'm going all out...in 2011. Save the date!
At any rate, James & I had a fabulous, albeit uneventful, weekend. We're members at the High Museum here in Atlanta, and once a month they have Friday Jazz, so we headed off for a nice, relaxing evening. It's a little loud and crowded downstairs, but we found that if you go up and browse the galleries or sit in the upstairs lounges, it's much more enjoyable. Monet's Water Lilies are there right now, so we checked them out, though I saw them in Cleveland with a much larger collection of his work. I was disappointed -- for this being the High's big exhibit -- 3 paintings + three Water Lilies panels was disappointing. Cleveland did better than that, even while they were under renovation! We liked the Terracotta Warriors better.
And speaking of Terracotta Warriors... General Tso has moved into our apartment. We went to see that exhibit three different times because it was just so interesting, and more than once we had to resist dropping a couple thou on a four foot tall, hand-made replica warrior. They were awesome. So when we dropped into the gift shop on Friday and saw this nifty little 20-inch version for a tiny fraction of the price, we could.not.resist. He lives on our bar for now, but I need to find him a better home... in my free time.
Anyway, that's all for tonight -- sleep is calling! G'night.
I am. And so is my closet!My love for football has been enhanced here in the South, home of the glorious Southeastern Conference, the bitterest of bitter rivalries and one too many tiger mascots (I'm talking to you, LSU!). When I was told football here is a religion, they weren't kidding.
They also weren't kidding when they said that girls get dressed up for football games. My Ohio football wardrobe consisted of denim, flops/tennis shoes and a t-shirt/hoodie. As it was often cold and snowing/raining, hats, gloves, ponchos, etc. were my best accessories. The fact that I own an OSU football jersey was not unusual, that I would wear it while watching or attending a game would be expected.
If I showed up at a Georgia Tech or Auburn game dressed like I did in Kent, I'm not sure many of my friends would claim ownership. They'd whisper about that weird girl who asks for pop, hates whisky and wears t-shirts. What atrocities!
Thankfully, I love getting dressed up, so it didn't take too much arm twisting before I started appearing on Saturdays with my hair done, wearing a proper blue and gold/orange sundress, and sporting coordinating fingernail polish and un-sensible shoes (saying soda & drinking whisky are just too much for this Northerner, however). The added bonus is that I get to spend a little more time browsing the racks with the excuse of "Game day!" to ward off one disgruntled husband who does not want to be in the mall for more than five minutes at a time.
Around this time of year, I start keeping my eyes peeled for appropriate attire, and I think I've found my first score! I love snagging cute pieces from Forever 21 because they're such a steal that I can still have some cash to get some great accessories while I'm there! I'm seeing white sunglasses in my future...
Support me in the Junior Achievement Bowl-A-Thon! I'm 60 percent toward my goal of helping prepare students for their future!You can't see them all, but I have four bins stacked in the corner of the balcony -- one each for paper, glass, cans and plastic. This small effort and investment has already cut our waste down from two to three bags per week to one every week to 10 days. It'd be even better if I had a bin for cardboard, but it's only recommended to stack four, and I couldn't reach if I had another one on top, anyway. I just need to find a place to stash one more bin, and we'll be all set! :)
As we know, I'm a big fan of environmentally friendly behavior, but I think Crate & Barrel has managed to take it one step too far. For the small price of just 39.99, you can now be the proud owner of a countertop compost pail. "Countertop-worthy design, an odor-absorbing filter, and generous one-gallon capacity make this shining stainless pail the ideal way to compost right in the kitchen. Dishwasher-safe pail is outfitted with a replaceable charcoal filter. A single filter absorbs odors for approximately 3 months; simply remove the filter from the lid and replace with a new one."
Composting is great -- we always did it when I was growing up. But our compost was in a barrel.
Behind the garage.
In the back of the yard.
In the garden.
Not on my kitchen counter.
1) Grad School -- normally not so bad.
2) Summer School -- little more intense than a normal semester
3) Maymester/Intersession -- 2.5 hours, 5 days a week, 3 weeks
5) Corporate Finance during Maymester/Intersession -- with a ridiculous prof.
I may or may not resurface on weekends....
Mom went on to work at Ravenna Floral and Kent Floral before deciding to go to college, where she eventually earned bachelor's and master's degrees in elementary education. She's been teaching for 15 years, but is an avid gardener and, along with my dad, works hard to keep the yard looking good. She always had gardens when I was growing up, and tried to get my sister and I in on the fun. We were as tolerant as we could be and still keep her happy, but I surely was not committing much to memory.
Now that I'm out on my own, I miss having fresh vegetables in the summer and I'd love to have fresh herbs to cook with. Unfortunately, I walked into Home Depot and was so lost I had to call my mom and have her walk me through what to look for and what would grow on my balcony. But despite living in an apartment that isn't the best environment for a garden and my lack of a green thumb, I've managed to do pretty well!
I bought a pot of tomato/cherry tomato/green pepper plants, a jalapeno pepper plant and planted a box of cilantro, basil, parsley and mint. Today, I picked our first cherry tomatoes and last week I picked some cilantro and made guac in my authentic Mexican molcajete. I can't wait for the jalapeno to start making some peppers as I have discovered a delicious way to make healthy jalapeno poppers at home.
Hopefully the rest of the summer is just as fruitful -- or, vegetableful!