tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45928300009621758122024-03-14T05:32:55.506-04:00Unlikely Burrito2011 part two - looking upUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger245125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-43667161049080105262011-09-16T17:27:00.006-04:002012-03-03T13:54:22.153-05:00the new black<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qP2Rox-7238/T1JornwvnxI/AAAAAAAANw4/OOp7X_QUTcA/s1600/stuff.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qP2Rox-7238/T1JornwvnxI/AAAAAAAANw4/OOp7X_QUTcA/s200/stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715745975703674642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Can it be true? Can it be that people are actually waking up to the fact that material things do not bring happiness?<br /><br />I grew up as a middle class white girl in suburbia. I always thought we were poor because of the many fights my parents had over money. I am the youngest of four children and the only girl. I never wanted for anything. Meaning that I either worked and made my own money or someway, somehow, my parents found the funds to provide what I desired.<br /><br />I enjoyed working. When I was younger I could work somewhere to get a discount, and quit just to find another job the next day. I interviewed well, I was blond, and responsible. Looking back I think I was hired because I looked like an "all American girl" or "the girl next door." I don't know. It doesn't matter. But unlike today, employment was easy to find. The reason I worked? Solely so I could spend.<br /><br />Shopping was fun. Buying was fun. Stuff was fun. Saving was boring. Nobody saved.<br /><br />Fast forward into adult life I identified with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CQHIP-38jA">Madonna</a>, remember the Material Girl song. Ugh. It was the 80's, what wasn't there to enjoy? What couldn't money buy? This continued for decades. God, my poor children. On one particularly chilly Texas Christmas morning one of my children actually said to me, "Can we stop opening presents I'm too tired." You would have thought that an enormous star shaped light bulb would have gone off above my head, but it didn't.<br /><br />It took more years then I care to recall, and almost going broke, to realize that stuff means absolutely nothing.<br /><br />I worry about the economy because I have been for the last several years a non-consumer. Apparently 3/4 of the American economy depends on the consumer. I believe that many people are like myself, and have quit the gathering spending game. I know this isn't a majority yet, but there are signs movement is gaining traction. My children have always been frugal, naturally so. They have, at a very young age, decided that spending isn't fun. Just recently, I read where <a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/businesstechnology/2015570849_siliconstatus11.html">young wealthy entrepreneurs</a> are also turning their backs on insatiable consumerism and the American motto of "keeping up with the Joneses."<br /><br />Could it be that frugality is becoming the new black?<br />_____________________________________<br />Some questions to consider:<br />Do you spend like you used to?<br />Do you have too much stuff?<br />If you could buy anything what would it be?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-49143560846750699982011-09-16T17:23:00.003-04:002011-09-16T17:26:09.389-04:00be more nimble<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_ccLStuIiw/TnO-uxc1GXI/AAAAAAAANtU/7XX-odDpzKg/s1600/Jack%2Bjump%2Bover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_ccLStuIiw/TnO-uxc1GXI/AAAAAAAANtU/7XX-odDpzKg/s200/Jack%2Bjump%2Bover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653071668037622130" /></a><br /><br />We have set a goal, finally and we are redirecting our efforts to minimize the burden of "stuff" we carry. When we moved out of our fairly large and over stuffed house of twelve years, into our temporary living quarters, my Mother's house, I thought I had really purged. Well it's been 3 months or so, and the heaviness of our storage unit is weighing on my mind. <br /><br />We have decided to sell or donate what we really don't need or want. Some items were iffy going into storage so those will be easy to donate or sell. Other items will be difficult to sell, like our pool table and our dining room curio cabinet, both large items and both pricey items. We will do our best.<br /><br />We just want less to move, less to use, less to fix, you name it, just make it be less.<br /><br />This entire minimalism concept struck me to my core, the other day when I was reading through a blog about simplifying your life. It sounded so good to me I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's become my current obsession. I am excited about this, and I believe this will provide the kind of flexibility we want in our lives.<br /><br />Can you imagine, being able to move to another country just for a year for fun? Or spending a year in this state and then that state, because we want to? I don't know where we will end up being, but I do know we can't hold on to a bunch of stuff if we want to be nimble.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-30087086705244137182011-08-23T17:47:00.002-04:002011-08-23T17:50:58.131-04:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross</span>
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<br />Checking out the morning paper, or not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-84933486084860842002011-08-14T19:03:00.009-04:002011-08-16T08:32:11.963-04:00I could have gone a lifetime without this image.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gothamist.com/attachments/nyc_chrisrobbins/081311money.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 274px;" src="http://gothamist.com/attachments/nyc_chrisrobbins/081311money.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>
<br />Note to self - do not do this, EVER! Check out the guy in the background. Actually I don't even like it on my blog. I am going to post a dog pic, to move this downward.
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<br />Had to add this one. When will politicians learn not to look like idiots?
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6191/6045969391_bb5949159a_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6191/6045969391_bb5949159a_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-5837042371114817982011-08-05T21:04:00.004-04:002011-08-05T21:10:24.966-04:00I can almost breathe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTcZspuB4Lz4a2sC53mETInP2jlXcKr4oWZRcgYCNr2ny87YiXzSw"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 217px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTcZspuB4Lz4a2sC53mETInP2jlXcKr4oWZRcgYCNr2ny87YiXzSw" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />We are still paying the bills the company is still alive, but the exciting news is we are launching a new company. Not just me painting or anything like that but a real company that has great potential. We are partnering with people we know, a sales guy and two programmers, and should be ready to show something to VC's in about four weeks.<br />I am super confident on this one. More later.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-63546299414692308712011-07-11T12:01:00.001-04:002011-07-11T12:04:02.813-04:00In the hood - reallyI am in Brooklyn, where the rent is reasonable and you don't go out at night.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-33636909413737037712011-06-25T09:37:00.004-04:002011-06-25T09:47:28.571-04:00Why am I so different?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spudmud.com/thumbgen/phpThumb.php?src=http://spud1.spudmud.com/pictures/The-Odd-One-Out.jpg&w=540"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 402px;" src="http://www.spudmud.com/thumbgen/phpThumb.php?src=http://spud1.spudmud.com/pictures/The-Odd-One-Out.jpg&w=540" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I am so different from the rest of my family of origin, that sometimes I actually wonder how this happened.<br /><br />I don't agree with any of their core values. I find that strange. I guess that's just the way it goes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-15165411943800902482011-06-24T17:06:00.004-04:002011-06-24T17:23:46.557-04:00who owns you?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnfYIo-UroEC1blLCCNgr91Qc-j8rNYb2d9M8AIlMcQBSa3Ilkm_COICVH7P6jsKjKkLghYTEhsL7zXqHBAOOB0UAKaSgOJ_OCVt-mijeq651qa3o7sO5d6_qZ35VMn6x6h5XBz6dBzw/s1600/08082008_vulturetycoonreport.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnfYIo-UroEC1blLCCNgr91Qc-j8rNYb2d9M8AIlMcQBSa3Ilkm_COICVH7P6jsKjKkLghYTEhsL7zXqHBAOOB0UAKaSgOJ_OCVt-mijeq651qa3o7sO5d6_qZ35VMn6x6h5XBz6dBzw/s1600/08082008_vulturetycoonreport.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I found out a little something today that made me think about myself. Who owns me? Well right now banks own me, but that wont be forever. Hands down I would rather be owned by a bank than by a blood vulture. <br /><br />What is a blood vulture? It's a blood relative that preys on their own. The sole intention of such a beast is to benefit financially from their own siblings' misfortunes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-52203168863447389722011-06-22T13:15:00.004-04:002011-06-22T13:22:25.399-04:00okay....i am still breathing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inhabitat.com/wp-content/blogs.dir/1/files/2010/04/au-house.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 537px; height: 438px;" src="http://inhabitat.com/wp-content/blogs.dir/1/files/2010/04/au-house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Now that one huge mess has ended, it's time to reevaluate everything.<br /><br />Still in the down-sizing mode. I have one more garage sale of stuff, then it's time to seriously look at what is left, and scale back again.<br /><br />I want to live in a moderate sized home. And my greatest wish would be that our house is an eco home. One of those funky things you see, where everything collects, stores, and conserves energy. I am not sure we will get there, but it is in my mind and that's a start.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-56954917332934331162011-06-05T15:05:00.004-04:002011-06-05T15:09:29.824-04:00I giveThis has been a bad year thus far. Not even going to try to sugarcoat it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-18126389234138139112011-05-09T15:38:00.009-04:002011-05-09T15:51:44.335-04:00S2 w.o.#9<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-S8oHXqY80/TchFy0rpuCI/AAAAAAAANkQ/OIFRgFgHVik/s1600/wo9_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-S8oHXqY80/TchFy0rpuCI/AAAAAAAANkQ/OIFRgFgHVik/s320/wo9_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604806475700090914" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-81917255790008611632011-05-09T15:37:00.005-04:002011-05-09T15:52:24.465-04:00S2 w.o.#8I missed this work out. :(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-19217642815110861232011-05-09T15:15:00.002-04:002011-05-09T17:52:28.775-04:00S2 w.o.#7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztg3gXdHDzc/TchiGHoSKyI/AAAAAAAANk4/dRWipY2GKjM/s1600/S2%2Bw.o.%2B%25237.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztg3gXdHDzc/TchiGHoSKyI/AAAAAAAANk4/dRWipY2GKjM/s320/S2%2Bw.o.%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604837593529330466" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-28312717541947188152011-05-09T15:10:00.000-04:002011-05-09T16:03:16.168-04:00S2 w.o.#6<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cn9MicRtng/TchH2FW7VkI/AAAAAAAANkY/8lDj903reGQ/s1600/S2%2Bw.o.%2B%25236.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cn9MicRtng/TchH2FW7VkI/AAAAAAAANkY/8lDj903reGQ/s320/S2%2Bw.o.%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604808730739430978" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-14363149100236841852011-05-09T15:05:00.001-04:002011-05-09T16:51:49.248-04:00S2 w.o.#5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC48hrpknfI/TchT31t4HgI/AAAAAAAANkw/atO-gKTsOKE/s1600/S2%2Bw.o.%2B%25235.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC48hrpknfI/TchT31t4HgI/AAAAAAAANkw/atO-gKTsOKE/s320/S2%2Bw.o.%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604821955039993346" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-71947566695580581412011-05-09T15:00:00.001-04:002011-05-09T16:12:51.386-04:00S2 w.o.# 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlIX3GJs3do/TchKuTyfAxI/AAAAAAAANkg/OtcfXoeJ-0o/s1600/S2%2Bw.o.%2B%25234.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlIX3GJs3do/TchKuTyfAxI/AAAAAAAANkg/OtcfXoeJ-0o/s320/S2%2Bw.o.%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604811895709041426" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-59663588341688872562011-04-24T10:05:00.003-04:002011-04-24T10:18:52.633-04:00S2 w.o. #3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--itvwSNZ3ms/TbQxDYQvm4I/AAAAAAAANjo/fs7IQj-wSbw/s1600/S2wo_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--itvwSNZ3ms/TbQxDYQvm4I/AAAAAAAANjo/fs7IQj-wSbw/s320/S2wo_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599154170850417538" /></a><br />This was really rough. RUNNING 500meter in the warm up...omg. I did okay, I was last running but with the pack...only a few steps behind.<br /><br />90 seconds is the rest time between sets.<br /><br />Today is Easter Sunday - I am really sore.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-3957288033136812482011-04-24T10:04:00.001-04:002011-04-24T10:05:48.762-04:00session #2 wo#2I missed this one. I could not make it. Was too tired from everything I have had to do. <br />I felt bad for missing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-14753544247034565812011-04-19T23:28:00.003-04:002011-04-19T23:36:22.466-04:00Session Two begins- w.o.#1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shAc2llO3Pw/Ta5Tt1HvvcI/AAAAAAAANjE/JS8hbJ0T11s/s1600/w.o.12nd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shAc2llO3Pw/Ta5Tt1HvvcI/AAAAAAAANjE/JS8hbJ0T11s/s320/w.o.12nd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597503433686891970" /></a><br />Welcome back my old friend. This was the first workout of the second session. OMG! Kristy and I had done this just last week - it's a killer. I am not sure if we beat our old time or not......maybe they will find the records.<br /><br />Only 17 more work outs! lol yay? will it ever stop now? Three days off felt like heaven.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-78487370286505806752011-04-15T06:02:00.002-04:002011-04-15T06:04:41.979-04:00last 5:00 AM workout #24Choice of strength or drills<br /><br />Strength: You have 15 minutes to find your deadlift 3 rep max<br /><br />Drills: 5 rounds or 20 minutes of<br />10 box jumps - max height<br />10 wall walks<br />10 toes to bar<br />10 inchworms (forward & back)<br /><br />Warmup: 1500 meter row<br />Cool down: 1.2 mile run<br />______________________________________<br />I picked Strength: <br />warm-up 1500 meters row<br />135lbs max<br />90lbs 15 reps<br />Cool-down:600 meter run + 1000 meter row.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-75563312457922543092011-04-14T19:51:00.006-04:002011-04-14T20:06:54.860-04:00second yoga<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.islandexpeditions.com/images/small-photos/08-yoga-water.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.islandexpeditions.com/images/small-photos/08-yoga-water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It was good. I took a better mat and we did more challenging positions. I look forward to increasing my practices, to at least 3 x per week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-49435561098452983422011-04-13T05:54:00.001-04:002011-04-13T05:58:06.319-04:00w.o. #23Warmup: CrossFit Warmup x 3 rounds - 10 reps each<br /><br />You have 15 minutes to determine your 3 rep max deadlift.<br /><br />Cool down: rest 3 minutes, reduce weight on bar approximately 30% from your 3 rep max, and perform 15 more deadlifts. <br /><br />120 lbs.<br />90 lbs.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-31757062247040393202011-04-11T18:47:00.003-04:002011-04-11T18:55:41.288-04:00Tuesday Funday- why?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5269/5606097803_bf52ce01eb_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 425px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5269/5606097803_bf52ce01eb_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Because I don't have to wake up at 4:00AM.<br /><br />Starting Monday, next week, I am going to be on a strict diet. I want to cut the fat, and hopefully gain definition. I know I am old, but this is what I am doing. Yeah, I can't stop. Stopping would mean defeat. I have been defeated by almost everything else....but this I can control. <br /><br />I hope this doesn't come off as whining - I am just trying to be blunt.<br /><br />NO sugar is one of the new rules. I have not look at anything else. I think I'll cut sugar and booze first, then read up on it. Might even get my measurements done - that would take courage.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592830000962175812.post-65399632491041599072011-04-11T06:08:00.003-04:002011-04-11T06:10:07.014-04:00w.o.# 22<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hk0qofR2dP4/TaLTd2hZO5I/AAAAAAAANis/V7kxSd_q2eA/s1600/dirtydozen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hk0qofR2dP4/TaLTd2hZO5I/AAAAAAAANis/V7kxSd_q2eA/s400/dirtydozen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594266196952824722" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0