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March Resolutions

March 1, 2010

Is it March already? This month I will be attempting to:

  • Work out twice a week (despite failing miserably since starting this thing)
  • Find out WHO IS STEALING MY EFFING NEWSPAPER. And I will. Mark my words.
  • Attend two volunteering events
  • Read 1 book (despite failing at this one, too)
  • 100% complete all of my calligrpahy homework.
  • Fully clean out my car.  Vacuum and everything.
  • Finish decorating the apartment
  • Get my total credit card balance below $1000. The finish line is in sight!!!!!

As a side note, these monthly resolutions are working significantly better than the standard yearly ones.  I feel like I am getting so much more done… and I am feeling so much more motivated to do it 🙂


February Resolutions – 5/8 is Acceptable

February 28, 2010

PHEW! I almost forgot it was the end of the month!!

On December 31st, I declared my New Years Resolution:  Make monthly resolutions.

For the month of February, this is how I did —

  • Read at least 1 book: FAIL. I did not read a single page.


  • Work out at least 3 times a week – hopefully this will go better this month…: FAIL. I did not go once throughout the month of February.


  • Pay off another $1000 on my credit card *sigh*: TOTALLY PWNED. Thanks to that wonderful tax refund I got, I accomplished this and then some.


  • Put $1000 toward my student loans: SUCCESS! I just barely made it. Again, I’ve got to give props to the government for taking lots of my money and giving it all back to me.


  • Attend my calligraphy class each week – no skipping class!: DONE! I love that class 🙂


  • Love Dan (he requested that one…): ALWAYS & FOREVER


  • Follow my dermatologist’s orders every day after my appointment on the 8th. In the past I have followed the doctor’s orders for about 4 days and then tapered off from there: TRIED, BUT HAD TO GO A DIFFERENT ROUTE. My health insurance held me back from that one. I went to Ulta instead and grabbed Dermalogica, which I have been following consistently. Sure, it’s not the same, but it is as close as I could get without dropping $400+ (no joke) on medication.


  • Do my laundry every week instead of waiting until I have nothing to wear: I DID IT TWICE THIS MONTH. SO NO.


So for those of you keeping track, I succeeded at 5 out of 8. 

I still struggle to believe that I didn’t go ONCE thoughout January. I mean.. I can believe that I didn’t go since I was there every morning when I rolled out of bed late and got to work barely at 9am, but… ugh. Disappointing.

I guess I can pride myself in that I don’t just “kind of” fail. I fail big and go home. *HIGH FIVE*

Practice Makes Perfect

February 24, 2010

I came into work this morning hoping I would get to scan some of the work I did in calligraphy class yesterday.  Unfortunately, the printing/copying/scanning machine is totally shot, so I took a picture of it with my phone instead.

You don’t really get as much detail through the picture as you would have if I had scanned it, but that’s okay.  You get the gist of it.

I’m pretty proud of myself – it’s not too bad for only using a pen and ink for a week.  I would have shown you what I was able to accomplish during the first class, but it was mostly just a sheet of paper that had ink smeared all over it.  My hand had a lot of ink on it, too.  Then I discovered that I should have an EXTRA sheet of paper to get rid of excess ink.  DUH. 

But if it makes you feel any better, “Max plays jazz sax” was the first real sentence I ever wrote.

My teacher thinks I’m pretty good (and my mom tells me I’m special), and what I really need to work on is consistency.  Once in awhile, my letters look pretty good.  Once in awhile, the spacing between letters and words is right.  Once in awhile, my letters have the correct slant to them.  Once in awhile I hold my pen at 45 degrees.  So I just need to correct that to become all of the time.  No biggie.

I also need more patience.  We draw the letters instead of write, so each letter is created very slooooowwwwwllyyyyyyyy.  By the last sentence, I was getting really agitated and trying to rush through it.  Maybe this calligraphy thing will help me out.

But for now – practice makes perfect!

Calligraphy Class #1

February 10, 2010

Yesterday was my very first calligraphy class.  I’ve bought countless books and “do it yourself” kits that are apparently useful in learning, but either they don’t work, I’m not smart enough, or I’m too spastic to learn with them.  Last time I tried, I got ink all over someone else’s tablecloth (which I stained… and moved a flowerpot over) because I couldn’t figure out how to assemble the pen.  I assume that with adult supervision, I am bound to get it right this time.

The class is comprised of about 8 women (surprised?) and the instructor.  It’s held in a junior high, so when the instructor handed out the templates for us to trace over with our pencils as well as a guide identifying the stroke sequence, I felt like I was in elementary school learning how to write again.  I’m sure it was kind of cute in a way… 8 grown women huddled over child sized desks with their tounges hanging out of their mouths as they jammed a pencil into a piece of paper to slowly form a letter A.  Needless to say, class was INTENSE.

And actually, my back hurt like a bitch by the time the hour and a half class was up.  Calligraphy requires your arm and the paper to move, not your wrist, so it’s a little more labor intensive than just scribbling crap out on a piece of paper.  I also had to hold the pencil differently than I typically do (instead of resting it on the ring finger, it rests on the middle finger) so my finger got all cramped, too.  AND, if that weren’t enough, making conversation was apparently the cardinal sin in there because nobody would talk.  Nobody.  And I tried to talk to the lady next to me, but I was shot down. You would think that a room full of women would have no shortage of discussion.  So I did a fair share of letter tracing and spelling out words like “mop” and “bob” and “bad” in silence. 

So because I had to write out everything in pencil for day one so we could practice how to write the letters, a lot of my letters look on par with the handwriting of a child.  I’m hoping that once the fancy pen stuff comes out with differing thicknesses throughout the letter, it will look awesome.  Until then, I am forced to be satisfied with being dissatisfied (if that made sense… I was trying to be clever… ).

And people in the office that have caught wind of my new skill-in-progress keep asking me what I plan to use calligraphy for.  I honestly just thought it would be cool to know because I think it’s gorgeous.  I also had it in my head that I would try to whore out my calligraphy skills on craigslist to make a little cash on the side.  I also mentioned that it would be useful to make my own wedding invitations for my future wedding, but then they all started teasing me and all of woman-kind saying that all of our lives revolve around the wedding day.  I tried to defend us women, I really did, but I didn’t know what to say.  It was one of those things where someone makes fun of you, and you think of the perfect comeback…. about 20 minutes too late.  And by then the moment is gone.  You look like an idiot.  Except I still haven’t thought of the perfect comeback.  I still have no idea what to say.

The instructor actually gave us homework… to practice half an hour a day and turn in three sheets completely filled with letters.  I probably should have made “complete all homework assignments” one of my February resolutions.

Marshmallow Art

January 28, 2010

Do you ever have one of those days where you just don’t want to get up?  One of those days when rolling out of bed seems like too much effort… but then you realize that if you want to “e-mail in sick”, you have to get out of bed to e-mail your boss to let him/her know you’re not coming… and by the time you use up enough brain power to turn on the computer, navigate to your e-mail, figure out what you’re going to say, and try to remember all relevant e-mail addresses, you’ll be too awake to fall asleep anyway… and so all you have left to say to yourself is, “Oh, hell… I might as well go”?

Believe it or not, today is one of those days for me.  I feel slow despite the coffee that I had this morning on my way to work.  I feel frumpy.  I feel like I wish I were still in bed.  And if inanimate objects had feelings, I would probably most compare myself with a marshmallow.  I took the time to draw these so you could further understand my feelings toward the day that is January 28th, 2010.


And while the game was fun last night, it left me in a sour mood today.  Perhaps it was the Red Wing loss.  It might have been the fact that I didn’t get an autograph.  Maybe it was the beer.  Or maybe it was some other variable that I am not taking into account here. 

Tonight I’m going to investigate a Primerica “business opportunity” despite the nagging feeling in the back of my brain (and all over the internet) that it is some kind of scam.  But even though I was considering blowing it off, I’m kind of happy to go now because it will give me some time away from work and away from Dan and away from Prandtl and away from Lucy and away from my apartment and away from everything and everyone I know.  I don’t really feel like dealing with any of it right now.  I wouldn’t really mind just hanging out in a cave for a couple of days.

I was reading today about the difference between introverts and extroverts.  Extroverts need people and thrive from social interaction and the energy of others.  Introverts are stereotypically shy, withdrawn people, but the article I was reading (which I lost, otherwise I would link it) said that’s not necessarily true.  Introverts can interact with people and can be quite good at it, but they need time alone to recharge.  Dealing with people too often makes them very tired and drains them, which I believe is very true in my case.  I love working with people and being around people, but I can’t deal with them all of the time.  I need to be alone.

Even if it’s only a half an hour in my car on my way to some stupid “business opportunity”.  Sigh.

3 pictures worth 474 words

January 4, 2010

I was looking at flickr’s “Your Best Shot 2009: Rain” and was inspired.  After reading the descriptions with each photo, I found out that most of them happen almost by chance.  The photographer sees something beautiful and rush to take out their camera in time to take a beautiful shot.  They see an opportunity present itself and do their best to seize it because it will be gone in a second.  It’s almost like a metaphor about life, right?