Chris and I went out for a run on Saturday. And because Chris is incredibly fast like a ninja he speed ahead of me.
I was wearing a tennis skirt and an nike tank top. Nothing scandalous-- definitely tighter than shorts and an old sorority t-shirt but it also wasn't American Apparel lyrca hot shorts and a sports bra.
As I was running some shmucks in a car pulled over and made some really skanky comments. They were basically just a-holes who were hassling me.
I can hold my own against a guy in a bar or some general jerk but the two guys in car made me feel completely scared and uncomfortable.
Everything was fine, I know Chris's running route and was able to take a shortcut to meet him only a few blocks away.
Is there some sort of power that guys get from making girls feel uncomfortable? What exactly is the point of what was essentially sexually harassing someone? Did they think I was going to immediately be completely turned on by them? Laugh and get in their car?
I was so freaked out... and then so angry. RAGE RAGE RAGE... I still kind of wish that I would have kicked out a tail light or two.
My high school friend Maggie has a terrific dog. A dog that I remember vividly from high school. Trooper is amazing. He's this little Jack Russell ball of fire that would play on the trampoline with us, jump straight into Maggie's arms, and just run around like a banshee.
We also almost caught him on fire once, totally by accident let me assure you! Maggie, some guy friends, and I were lighting off spinning fire crackers in her back yard, Maggie had Trooper in her arms, and as soon as Trooper saw that spinning ball of fire he decided that it had to be his. Trooper leaped out of Maggie's arms and dashed straight to the firework trying to catch it for a little game of fetch. Well, as you can imagine we all screamed in terror, Trooper jumped back after burning a little fur, and we all learned an important life lesson about not lighting dogs on fire. Luckily Trooper was completely fine except for a little hair loss.
Almost 10 years latter Trooper still doesn't grow hair on the spot that got toasted which gives him a joker-esk smile.
So, when I saw this video I immediately thought of Trooper.
We also almost caught him on fire once, totally by accident let me assure you! Maggie, some guy friends, and I were lighting off spinning fire crackers in her back yard, Maggie had Trooper in her arms, and as soon as Trooper saw that spinning ball of fire he decided that it had to be his. Trooper leaped out of Maggie's arms and dashed straight to the firework trying to catch it for a little game of fetch. Well, as you can imagine we all screamed in terror, Trooper jumped back after burning a little fur, and we all learned an important life lesson about not lighting dogs on fire. Luckily Trooper was completely fine except for a little hair loss.
Almost 10 years latter Trooper still doesn't grow hair on the spot that got toasted which gives him a joker-esk smile.
So, when I saw this video I immediately thought of Trooper.
I might save this video for those days when I need a smile and a little more Jack Russell in my life!
Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.
Paris, France -- Chicago, Illinois -- Avignon, France
Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
Berlin, Germany -- Berlin, Germany -- Florence, Italy
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
Nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
Berlin, Germany -- Istanbul, Turkey
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
All you need is love (All together, now!)
All you need is love. (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you need)
(love is all you need) (love is all you need)
(love is all you need) Yesterday (love is all you need)
(love is all you need) (love is all you need)
Happy Valentines Day love bugs!
If you have a few free minutes check out http://twitter.com/#!/speak2tweet to hear free live-ish voice tweets coming from Egypt. If you have audio capability and 5 minutes it's definitely worth your time to wade through the Arabic recordings to find some in English.
Isn't social media crazy y'all?
Isn't social media crazy y'all?
Right now I'm in two sets of classes: morning and afternoon culinary labs. That means two weeks of class from 7 am to 1 pm and 1:45 pm to 7:45 pm. Day one happened today. Day two is tomorrow. It's 9:22 pm and I can barely keep my eyes open.
I'm here. I have pictures to upload. Maybe tomorrow? Probably not.
Oh, and I highly doubt that I'm going to the gym for the next two weeks. So just ignore the last conversation we had. But I am still eating 5 small healthy meals a day and maybe I will drag my hopefully-shrinking-behind to the gym tomorrow? Probably not.
I'll be back again (that is if I have the energy to type).
xoxo,
Meredith
I'm here. I have pictures to upload. Maybe tomorrow? Probably not.
Oh, and I highly doubt that I'm going to the gym for the next two weeks. So just ignore the last conversation we had. But I am still eating 5 small healthy meals a day and maybe I will drag my hopefully-shrinking-behind to the gym tomorrow? Probably not.
I'll be back again (that is if I have the energy to type).
xoxo,
Meredith
I'm trying to lose some weight right now. I want my BMI (Body Mass Index) to be at a healthier number but I was getting bogged down by the actual numbers on the scale-- it feels like it's never going to be possible to get where I want just because the numbers are so far apart.
So, seeing the anxiety the scale was bringing Chris had the genius idea that he would hide the scale and that a month later we'll check and see where we are. That means 5 weeks of killer workouts and healthy eating for the sheer sake of killer workouts and healthy eating. But I am excited to get on the scale in a month but also scared-- what if nothing changes? What if that terrible number pops right back up?
When Chris and I first got together I was 10 pounds heavier than I am now. The heaviest I've ever been in my life. And forgive me for getting all mushy on you for a minute but there is such great comfort and acceptance knowing that he fell for me when I was a little tubby. So this weight loss really is for me. I'm happy the way I look but I want to be healthier.
So, seeing the anxiety the scale was bringing Chris had the genius idea that he would hide the scale and that a month later we'll check and see where we are. That means 5 weeks of killer workouts and healthy eating for the sheer sake of killer workouts and healthy eating. But I am excited to get on the scale in a month but also scared-- what if nothing changes? What if that terrible number pops right back up?
When Chris and I first got together I was 10 pounds heavier than I am now. The heaviest I've ever been in my life. And forgive me for getting all mushy on you for a minute but there is such great comfort and acceptance knowing that he fell for me when I was a little tubby. So this weight loss really is for me. I'm happy the way I look but I want to be healthier.
We've been working out 6 times a week and eating REALLY healthy since January 8th and I can feel a little difference in my jeans. We're doing the big weigh-in on February 17th-- I'll let you know how it goes!
Now... it's time to hit the gym. Again.
About 6 months ago I was waiting in the car for Chris and was randomly looking at the follicles of the stray hairs that had shed on my jacket (why? I have no idea. I'm a girl. We do strange things like look at the roots of our hair. mmkay?) And I got a vicious shock-- a gray root! My first gray hair! However, I was successfully able to dive straight into denial and tell myself that because it wasn't actually growing out of my head it didn't count.
But now, tragedy has struck, I have found grays growing out my head. Yes, my actual head. sob. Chris and I were out to dinner when I spotted them in the bathroom mirror.
I'm not sure how I feel about them. The drama queen in me says,
While the much more mature rational side says,
"meh. no biggie. Because of the way I part my hair the grays don't show."
And Christina Aguilera's "I Am Beautiful"
But now, tragedy has struck, I have found grays growing out my head. Yes, my actual head. sob. Chris and I were out to dinner when I spotted them in the bathroom mirror.
I'm not sure how I feel about them. The drama queen in me says,
"gahhhhhh! I'm too young for gray hairs. Woe is me, I am only 25!"
While the much more mature rational side says,
"meh. no biggie. Because of the way I part my hair the grays don't show."
I'm feeling very old. I never thought the day would come when I had actual gray hairs (oh look, denial again).
I'm not planning on dying it right now for a variety of reasons (mainly because I'm cheap and I wear a stupid hat to school everyday.)
But, every time my mind wanders back to my new grays (which happens often-- I'm vain like that) I have a conflicting battle of two songs-- I Am Beautiful and The Old Grey Mare.
What do you do about grey hairs? Or am I the only one sprouting the vile traitorous follicles? Lord help us when I start to get wrinkles!
And Christina Aguilera's "I Am Beautiful"
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