New Additions

Well, I got the call last night. I'm adopting a dog! They approved me for the 9 mo Miniature Poodle. They've been calling her Sileshia, but I'm renaming her Leia. Yep. Star Wars wins. [g] It was on my list of potential names, and when I met her she reminded me of one of my favorite scenes in the original trilogy. The one where Han says "There's no time to discuss this in committee" and Leia says "I am not a comittee!". (Empire Strikes Back.) So there you have it.

Here's a not so good picture of her from the shelter's website. She's much cuter in person:

I'm also going to foster the 2 year old Yorkshire Terrier, Neil. There's a court case and they don't have custody of him as far as an adoption goes. But I can foster him, and am first choice once they do have custody. So it looks like I get two dogs on Friday. I want to rename him, but am not sure if I should or not. I have a hard time remembering "Neil". Dunno why. Max is the name that comes to mind for him. Clear as a bell, that name is, whenever I think of this dog. I'm undecided on if I should rename him now or wait a few weeks until (hopefully) the court case is resolved.

But in the meantime, I'm elated. It'll be nice having dogs in the house. Although Mom M laughs and says there'll be a ghost dog war. Because Scully came to me last night. I was having a nightmare, and was woken up by the feel of her doing the little walk in circles before laying down manouever. Just like she would do when she got cold in the middle of the night and pushed her way under the covers. I felt her steps on the bed, and then her curling up against my back. It wasn't until I reached over to pet her that I realized she wasn't physically there. But it pulled me out of the nightmare!

And as much as I love her and miss her, and believe she loved me, we can all be agreed on this: Scully wouldn't want me to have another dog. [lol]

Jedi Mind Tricks

Debrief (3/24-30): 1x Arms, 1x Abs, 20 min Walk (w/the Dog!!)
Goal (3/31-4/6): 3x Arms, 3x Abs, Gym Night (Big Brothers Big Sisters)
Sitrep: 1x Arms, 1x Abs

I'm sure any one reading this is aware by now that I've been seriously slacking on the exercise and eating the last three months. I'm slowly getting back into REVing, and noticed something. Even if I haven't exercised for weeks, about 5 minutes into the workout I start feeling slimmer, more compact...I look at myself and look slimmer, more toned. I've been pondering this for awhile now and think it's one of two things:

1. A Jedi Mind Trick (hey, I'm no Toydarian, I'm susceptible.)
2. I'm actually seeing myself as I really am

As much as I'd rather believe there are Jedi in the world, I'm thinking it's the latter choice. [g] All kidding aside, it's a very strange phenomenon. I know that I don't see myself as I really am when I look in the mirror. It's something I've struggled with since high school...when I was a size 7 and thought I was fat. Now I'm a size 12/14 and am semi-okay with that. (Oh, the irony!!!) But when I look at myself while I'm exercising or just after working out, I see myself as I really am, I think. Oh, I'm not saying I'm in super shape or model thin. But I'm not some big giant blob either. Yes I'm still out of shape. Stamina, muscle tone, weight - all need work. But I'm not Jabba the Hutt. ;)

It's kinda weird, and I wonder if this happens to anyone else? It's almost as if when I work out, the blinders are lifted and the inner me and the physical me are more aligned, fit together better. It's like when my equilibrium is messed up because of fluids in my ears. I bump into walls because I don't know where I am...where I think I am is not where I am at physically . But when the fluid goes away, my equilibrium returns, and my mind and my body are in balance. I am physically where my brain thinks I am. I hope this makes sense.

Either way, it's a bizarre sensation, looking at myself and seeing myself differently. I might not feel that way a few hours later, but when I exercise again, it returns. And really. If I keep working out consistently, the blinders will stay off longer and longer, and hopefully, eventually I will always see myself more clearly.

Agua. l'eau. Wasser. più acqua. вода.

Water, water, everywhere. This drinking 8 cups of water a day is hard. I mean, it really is. Aside from the fact that I feel like I'm going to float away any minute, now I'm having nightmares. The other night I dreamt I couldn't stop peeing. I'm laughing, I really am, because that's just too hysterically, horribly, funny...

And so far this morning I've spilled half a glass of water on myself. At work, naturally, so I can't change. As soon as I got my glass refilled and was back at my desk - BAMM! Over it went. It's been over thirty minutes since I cleaned it up, and I'm still finding wet papers. Sigh.

Of course, partly it's because I'm so flippin' tired this morning. I did not have a good night last night. It started when I put on Animal Planet because nothing else was on. It was some kind of "Animal Precinct" marathon. Normally I won't watch that because it's just too depressing. I was smart enough to switch off the channel a few minutes into "Animal Planet Heroes: Hurricane Rescues." It was too much.

So I turned to the latest book in the Star Wars saga, part of the Legacy of the Force series. Aside from my issues with what they're doing to Jacen (Han & Leia's son) which totally doesn't fit his character that was developed in the New Jedi Order series (all 20+ books of it!!!), it's a bit of a slow pace this series. I also have issues with it because they're making Luke out to be less than he is. Sigh. I've been partly in love with Luke Skywalker since I was 5. [Probably why I'm still single, lol. Odds are I'm not going to find a light-saber swinging, saving the world Jedi-Master in this universe.]

But there I was, starting to get into the book and grudgingly accept what they're doing, when BAMM! [I'm getting addicted to BAMM-ing today, I think. Just like my over-use of exclamation points!!!!] Where was I. Oh, BAMM! they killed off a major character. One of my favorites. Now, I'm not going to say who, just in case someone out there reading this is reading these books too. I'll just say that it wasn't Luke, Leia or Han. But everyone else is fair game.

And that was it for me. Sobbing doesn't even begin to cover it. I guess I was emotionally raw yesterday. Started with the post on the BB about Bonnie losing her Dad, and I kept thinking of Grandma all day, and then the shows on Animal Planet and then the book...So I cried myself into a sinus headache, and finally fell asleep. Naturally, the damn dog couldn't be induced to cuddle. No sireee. All she wanted to do was go outside and bark at the air. Sniff. [But at 5 am this morning I was supposed to get up and feed her. I don't think so.]

So now I'm not sure I want to read the rest of this series. As much as I love SW and really like the books (at least the ones set after Return of the Jedi) I don't think I can handle losing another character. I know, I know, these aren't romances, and they can't fight in as many wars as they have without people dying, and the darker aspects are why I like these books, but really. This is the THIRD major character that's died. I'm terrified they're going to kill Luke. And I don't think I could handle that AT ALL. [Take my SW seriously, don't I?]

And, naturally, I had nightmares all night long. About hurricanes and hurt animals and water, water everywhere! Thank goodness my alarm went off when it did.

Delusions of Grandeur

I've always loved that line from "Return of the Jedi" when Han is being rescued from Jabba the Hut and Chewie tells him Luke's a Jedi Knight. Han, being Han, comments:

"Luke? A Jedi Knight? I'm out of it for a little while everybody gets delusions of grandeur."

Makes me laugh every time. At least, since I was old enough to understand it. ;) I'll pull it out every now and again (okay, as often as I can,) although no one ever seems to get it. Except my friend Diane...but she's known me since kindergarten, and is as big a Star Wars fan as I am. :)

So that's how I feel tonight. Like I've been out of it for a little while, and everybody's having delusions of grandeur. Well, "everybody" meaning me.

See, I went grocery shopping the other day, right before I heard about Grandma, and succumbed to "sale" pricing in the meat case. I saw this lovely t-bone steak, and just had to have it. Even got one all nicely marbled and everything. (Thank you J.B. and W's B. I have been listening the last 5 years.) So last night I pulled it out of the freezer and stuck it in the fridge to thaw. Got home from work and went to fix dinner. And whaddaya know, I'm not sure how to cook it. (Okay, so I haven't been listening that well.)

Seriously.

I've never cooked steak before. I mean, I've done the whole cubed steak for beef stews, etc. But never a t-bone steak, cooked alone as the main part of the meal. My original thought was grilling it, using McCormick's Montreal Seasoning. I've had that, it's good, and really, how different can grilling a steak be from grilling a burger? {are you seeing the 'delusions of grandeur connection yet?}

Considering it's 45F outside and raining, I don't think I'll be grilling tonight. Dilemma time. What do I do now?

Being a Woman of the New Millennium, I turned to the internet. Found several tasty recipes. Printed them out and headed to the kitchen. Okay, we can nix those requiring marinating time. I'm not willing to wait 1+ hours to start cooking. And we can pretty much toss all the others because, surprise, I don't have any of the ingredients. You know, those things called spices. (Turns out I don't have that Montreal Seasoning I mentioned earlier, either.) Sigh. There goes me being a cook...

So, I did the next best thing. Fried me up some potatoes, tossed a hot dog (all beef) on the stove. My arteries may be hardening, the Gator Patrol (BodyRev support group) will probably be goin' gator giggin' soon, with me as the gator...but hey...I cooked dinner tonight. ;)