Thursday, December 31, 2015

Goodbye, 2015.

Here we are. Already at New Years Eve, ready to welcome 2016 in about 11 hours.

2015 has been a great year. I've been reflecting a lot over the last few days, mostly because my jeep was broken and I have spent a lot of time alone in my apartment. Usually around this time of year, I find myself thinking about all the things I did over the past year, and what I want to change for next year. However, this year has been different - I've been thinking a lot about what other people did, and how I strive to be brave/smart/strong like they are.

Like Missy. Missy hates running, but she made a New Years resolution last year to run every single month. And before my very eyes, my friend who refused to run became a runner. She also got dealt two terrible dude situations, and handled it with the grace and maturity that Missy handles everything. I admire her.

And my brother. John wasn't happy in his marriage, but he hates conflict more than any person I know. He finally summoned up the courage, told his wife, and now he is so happy it's actually rather disgusting. He is proof that five minutes of courage can equal happiness.

There are so many people in my life who impress me every day. Amy, who is a single mom and still rocks it out at the gym every day, and wants to inspire others to do the same. Jordan, who somehow manages a schedule I can't even fathom and is the most positive, loving person I know. Zach, who puts his daughter above everything else. My sister Kate, who just rocks out everything she tries.

My New Years resolution is to continue to find people who are amazing and surround myself with them. And also to be more observant, cause I still lose my jeep every single time I park at Hyvee.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

2015 was the year....

2015 was the year...
  • I ran 12 5ks. Not the most miles I've ran in a calendar year, but definitely the most organized races I've done. And side by side with my best friend. (Well, behind my best friend...girlfriend is fast.)
  • I started kickboxing. I joined Farrell's in April, and I still absolutely love it. I seriously want to be a fighter. No, seriously. Quit rolling your eyes. You can be a lover AND a fighter.
  • I got four new family members (and lost one, but never mind to that). John finally officially brought Kim 2.0 into the family, along with her two great kids. And Nicole and Eric brought little Quinn into the world, who gets cuter each time I see her. 
  • I got obsessed with, then annoyed with, zombies. I binge watched The Walking Dead so much that I started having dreams (well, nightmares) about zombie attacks. Then I hit a spot where the stupid sounds and the way they move annoyed the piss out of me. So I watched everything on Netflix, but have yet to start the current season that is all on my DVR. I need a little break.
  • I started using products from It Works, and started getting all the fruits and veggies I need in during the day. I feel better than ever! 
  • I didn't get a promotion at work. I tried for it, and for a hot second I really thought I wanted it. I was upset when I didn't get it. But then stuff started happening, and I realized it was a true blessing in disguise I didn't get it. Wow. Dodged a bullet there. 
  • I turned down a job. About the time I didn't get promoted, I started throwing my name around for other jobs. I got an interview, and then I got an offer. But it didn't feel right, and it didn't feel like the right time to leave my students, so I turned it down. But it's nice to be wanted. 
  • My grandma died. I still have moments where this fact is still processing. Especially when weird things happen, like the glass from a frame with her picture in it mysteriously falls in the middle of the night. 
2016 will be the year....
  • I run at Disney World.
  • I lose the weight I've put back on. (While not being crazy about it...I need to find a good balance.)
  • I continue with Farrell's.
  • I slow down and be more observant with the things around me. 
  • I'll run another half marathon (I'll just spend the entire thing chasing John and Kim). 
  • I'll go see my aunt again and not go into a depression when I have to come back to Nebraska.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

We did it!

Last year, Missy and I agreed to run a 5k every month in 2015. And today we achieved that goal! Here is a pic from every month. Should I make a calendar? 

Monday, November 23, 2015

Nobody puts Baby in the corner...and other weekend stuff

I'm just going to ignore the fact that I haven't wrote in almost two months and just pretend like it didn't happen.

This weekend was amazing! I have been really busy lately, so this weekend I tried really hard to find some time for just me. I think I just need to slow down; I've been forgetting things lately and while I immediately jump to a diagnosis of early onset Alzheimer's, I think it's just that I need to slow down and think.

I like to pretend the weekends start on Thursday nights, because why not? So Thursday I went to see Dirty Dancing at the Orpheum Theatre. It made me SO happy. The Baby and Johnny characters were on point, and the music made me smile so big. Now I want to watch the movie really badly, and of course it's not on Netflix OR in my mother's massive movie collection.

On Friday I left work a little early to go to Catfish Lake in Bellevue for my grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary dinner. I tried to get a picture of the group, but it's really blurry and my 8 year old cousin Evan wouldn't look up from his tablet anyway. My aunt did tell me that he has started signing things #Evan with a hashtag, which made me die laughing.

I love hanging out with my grandparents, and everytime I do I find more ways that I am just like both of them. If you know my grandpa at all, then you know why that terrifies me.

After dinner, I went to see Coop and Chan for a little bit and then Hannah, Nick and I watched Trainwreck. I had already seen it, but I think it's one of those movies where everytime you watch it you hear new hilarious things. 

Saturday I got up at the ass crack of dawn to run the Mustache Dash with Missy. It was 22 degrees out, so my mustache quickly got covered with snot and fell of halfway through mile 1. Missy managed to keep hers on, of course.

I have to tell you, Missy is a much better runner than I am. Those long legs and just generally being in better shape than I am always has her finishing before me. But this race I worked hard at staying caught up with her, and even though I basically just chased her throughout the whole run, I am proud to say I finished only like twenty seconds after her. And I realized I should probably just chase her every run because I felt kind of amazing afterwards!

After that, she and I went to breakfast (#duh) where we ran into our friend Jeff. After that I went down to Glenwood to sit with my sister at her It Works table at a Holiday craft fair type thing. Then Nicole joined us for lunch, and then I headed home for some much needed Jen time.

An evening on my couch with my DVR was exactly what I needed, and it was so awesome I decided to do it most of Sunday as well. But of course I got a little restless, so I went on a very long walk/run and cleaned my apartment too.

I have a very short week at work - only today and tomorrow - and I cannot wait for Thanksgiving on Thursday!

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Things and stuff

Hi.I'm about to gift you all with a brain dump, so buckle up cowboy.

That's not right. Cowboys don't buckle into their saddles.

Pretend you are in a car, cowboy, and buckle up.

  • I saw Salt N' Pepa last Friday night. It was amazing and awesome and I was sore for two days afterwards because I rapped too hard. #truth

  • One of my oldest and favorite friends, Leslie, is having a baby and I can't even deal with how she looks perfect in this picture and I look nine months pregnant.

  • Kaley Cuoco and her husband got divorced and I'm having a really hard time dealing with this.
  • There was a shooting in Glenwood on Sunday and it was literally ten yards away from my dad's house. Seriously, a serious race battle went down two inches away from where my dad stands as Santa Claus every holiday season. I can't even begin to handle this. 
  • Subthought - the community of Glenwood has banned together tremendously during this trying time and it is amazing to watch. Even though I am just "watching" it on facebook.
  • Another subthought - this really makes me want to live in a small Iowa town again.
  • I am still doing Farrell's and I like it more and more every single day. 
  • I think I am jumping too quickly into my fall wardrobe because I am currently sweating my ass off in a puffy vest.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Basic white girl = check

I have decided this fall I am going to become the most basic white girl in all the land. I usually try to fight this, but I am just going to embrace it.

  • This includes pumpkin spice errrrthing. I already bought pumpkin spice scentsy type things and have made my entire office smell amazing, despite the fact the only two men in the office claim they are allergic. #getoverit #embracefall
  • I also have two pumpkin spice candles burning in my apartment.
  • I have made four batches of snickerdoodles in the last week. Wait...should I add pumpkin to my snickerdoodles? #yes
  • I have also finally embraced the pumpkin spice latte, which I have avoided for the past million years because I didn't want to be seen as basic. Who cares? I'm owning my basicness.
  • It hasn't happened yet, but very soon I will have dark, flowing locks to replace my summer blonde. It's all about the reds and dark browns up here in Basic White Girl Land, otherwise known as my apartment.
  • My lips - dark red. All fall. Every day. Basic.
  • Boots. Boots. Boots everyday.
  • Scarfs everyday, too.

Latte. Hoodie. Lipstick. Basic. 

Monday, September 21, 2015

"Bitterness doesn't age well"

I've been working on this entry for a long time.

On Sunday, May 31st, my Grandma Wilson died. My dad's mom. Otherwise known as the woman who decided she didn't want a relationship with my immediate family and cut herself out in 1996.

Let me backtrack a little. And I may not have all these facts perfect, since I was a kid and probably didn't get all the information. But from my view, this is what happened: When I was little and my mom and dad were still married, Nicole and I spent a lot of time at my grandma's. We would lay in the living room with my grandpa (he died in 1990), running a sandbox rake along his back and watching cartoons. He would record cartoons for us all day while we were at school. It was the best. We would do that while Grandma was in the kitchen, either cooking dinner or sitting at the table working on her puzzle books. Sometimes when I would run through the kitchen to go to the bathroom, I would catch her nodding off while sitting up. She was the only person I knew who could sleep sitting straight up.

Dinner was always plain jane, which was (and still is) perfect for me. Spaghetti with only tomato sauce. Pork chops and potatoes. Sometimes we would have toast and eggs, with the toast cut perfectly into fourths. It seemed, at the time, that she loved us so much and all these little details helped to mold my childhood. I remember how much I loved it when my Aunt Juana (she is only 8 years older than me) was home, and she would play dress up with us in her room. Grandma had the best toy box, which was crammed full and lingered into another cabinet in the kitchen. As a child, everything seemed loving and happy. I'm really glad I have those endearing memories, especially now that she is gone.

Somewhere things fell apart. My mom and dad divorced and Dad made his relationship with Peg official. We combined families, and it seemed like things were okay, at least from my end. Not great, or even good, but okay. I remember Grandma coming to our trailer for birthday parties. I remember her buying all of us (not just her "real" grandkids, but John and Amanda too) Glenwood sweatshirts with "Wilson" on the back. But then at some point, she decided she couldn't handle it and quit us. She didn't like Peg, and I don't know if she thought maybe Dad and Peg would break up or what, but she couldn't deal anymore and that's when everything fell apart.

This was around 1996, because I remember, until then, we had always had family birthday parties. However, when I turned 16, I asked my dad if we could skip the family party and if I could just go out with my friends instead. He of course let me, and then the shit hit the fan. Grandma must have thought Peg had decided we weren't doing a party? It was totally my choice, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Grandma was out.

My memories of Grandma from 1996-2015 are scattered and bad. She and my mom kept in contact, mostly to hurt my dad and talk shit about our family. I know Mom would send her pictures and keep her updated on our lives. Grandma would call dad sporadically, and Dad would try to stop the madness and make things work with her. But those instances would only last a few days, and then Grandma would be out again.

In high school, she came into the grocery store where I worked. She went through my check out line, and I needed a guy to help me bag my groceries (at Kaiman's, girls were checkers and boys were sackers). "Will you call my brother to sack these groceries?" I said to Alysia, who was at the checkout lane next to me. Grandma looked at me pointedly and said "he is NOT your brother." I just kinda stared at her dumbfounded and then Alysia said "He's more family to her than you are," and called him to the front.

Why would she say that? And why, when she hadn't wanted anything to do with our family, did I find piles and piles of newspaper clippings about us in her apartment? Every single time one of us were mentioned in the paper, she saved it. She even had articles I wrote in the Omaha World Herald in her piles. How did she even find those? And when my dad turned 50, she put a "happy birthday" message in the Glenwood newspaper. What was that?

Nicole, Dad and I were at the hospital with her when she died, along with my aunt and two cousins. We stood around her bed, holding hands as one big family as a priest came in to read her last rites. And when they shut the machines off, we stood and watched her last four minutes of life. It was bizarre and scarring.

It's just hard to understand why someone would go to their grave harboring such terrible feelings about their family. I always just assumed the problems with Grandma would get fixed someday.

None of us really knew how to act at her visitation or funeral. Everything was at the Catholic Church in Glenwood. The place where she talked horribly about her family and everyone thought she was a saint. Or so we thought. The lack of people in attendance and the warm embraces we all got seemed to prove that maybe more people saw through her than we thought. At one point in the evening, I was standing at her casket just looking at her, wondering why this woman did the things she did and wondering if I will someday find traits in myself that mirror her. An old family friend came up to me, wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace and said, "Take this as the example you need that bitterness does not age well." Those words have stuck with me, and I am trying to live a life where I don't hold things against people just because I don't agree with them. Everyone in my life is there for a reason, and I never want to feel like I am not showing them that I love them. My grandma died, leaving me on earth thinking that she did not love me. I don't want anyone wondering that about me when I pass. 

Friday, September 18, 2015

Things I need right now...

1. I need about thirty grand. That would take care of all my school loans, credit card debt and buy me a new car.
2. I need to seriously think about moving out of my apartment. My maintenance crew is a joke and a half.
3. I need a new work phone because I hate the Droid I have so much I want to throw it into a river. Does anyone have an old iPhone they want to give me?
4. I need to lose about 30 pounds. Or at least get to a comfortable weight where I can wear jeans again. It's almost jeans and hoodie weather!
5. I need to get more serious about running again.
6. I need to train myself to drink my coffee black rather than half creamer, half coffee.
7. I need to write thank you cards to people more often.
8. I need to finish The Walking Dead on Netflix so I can move on to my life.
9. I need get better about saving money.
10. I need some caffeine.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

I just can't even...

I cannot deal with fast food breakfasts. So gross. I would rather go hungry than eat a greasy slab of egg on a muffin.

I cannot deal with people who fart or burp out loud. I will lecture you on how disgusting it is.

I just can't even with people who pretend they aren't interested in social media. Yes, tell me about how you are "never" on facebook. You are so cool and hip and trendy that you are above social media. #getoveryourself

But on the flip side, posting six times a day is not necessary. #getoveryourself

Fruit does not belong on pizza. Fruit should really never be warm.

I can't even begin to deal with Real Housewives, any show on MTV, or that Bachelor/Bachelorette bullshit.

Toilet paper rolls UNDER. Deal with it.

Why do Walgreens in Omaha keep getting robbed and held at gunpoint? I love Walgreens. I can't even.

I can't stand when Nick sends emails when he is driving. Or when Nick doesn't even speak to me when he gets in my car because he's on his phone. I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO DEAL.

Monday, September 14, 2015

"It takes a long time to grow an old friend."

This weekend I had two friend "reunions". Saturday night I was with some girls I used to work at the casino with, and Sunday I had lunch with Steph and Ebbs, two of my best friends from high school.

It's so weird how different these two reunions were, even though all of these women have been my closest friends at different parts of my life.  

Saturday was an evening outside, drinking beers (not me) around a fire. I worked at the casino when I was 22-28. I don't even know how I lived through those years. We drank too much. We drank every night. We drank and drove home. We slept with the wrong boys, we trusted the wrong girls. It seems like so long ago, but Saturday night I was reliving the memories, telling so many stories and starting so many sentences with "remember when?".  In the middle of one story, I became that pathetic girl again who was obsessed with pleasing Roy and answering his every whim. Luckily, as quickly as I became that pathetic girl, I snapped back out of it. I am not that girl anymore. 

Working at the casino was such a learning experience, and I have a bond with the people I worked with that can't be explained. Casino life is so different. It's a 24-7 business, so you end up spending a lot of odd hours with people. We worked hard, but we were all best friends so it didn't seem like work. Only one of us (Missy) is still there, and I know I could never go back to that lifestyle. Hell, I tried once and made it like one day. I've just changed too much. 

Sunday was a lunch date, and both of the girls brought their baby girls. I cannot express how much a lunch, or dinner, or anytime with these girls warms my heart. There is just something endearing and sentimental about talking with people who have literally grown up with you. We have seen each other through everything, so our time together is spent catching up on our family stories, work stories, boyfriend and husband stories, and now kid stories. A lunch date takes well over two hours, and not just because Steph is always 15-20 minutes late. Hey, we may be grown ups now but some things just don't change, and Vinton time is one of them. 

Ebbs is holding Miss Viviana, who is Steph's 2nd kid. I am holding Anastacia, Ebb's first baby. Yes, I am one of the few from our high school group with no kids. And no, holding these babies do not make my ovaries quiver. Okay, they quivered for a minute but I quickly shut them up with a Miller Lite.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Quinn Liesbeth

On Friday night, I became an aunt for the 3882793719th time. Just kidding. But between my siblings' kids and my friends' kids, I have a lot of people running around calling me Aunt Jen. How lucky am I? 

Allow me to introduce Quinn Liesbeth, who entered this world about a month before we were expecting her. But at 7.5 pounds and just shy of 20 inches, I think she was just ready to get out of that tight space. She's pretty perfect. 

My sister is such a badass. She has amazed me three times now by birthing my sweet nephews and niece. But she also has had hard pregnancies and she always rocks them out. It's amazing, and so much more than I am capable of. 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Sunday morning coffee 2

Hello. Happy Sunday morning to you all. I am not drinking coffee, but Sunday morning water doesn't have a good ring to it, am I right?

This week was a good one. Work is continuing to go well, and we had more fall athletes move in on Thursday - awesome! The campus is buzzing with activity again, and I love it!

I took Friday off and Missy and I went to Des Moines for our annual State Fair trip. I think this is our 4th year...or maybe 5th year....I lose count. Anyway, I might say this every year, but I think it was the best one yet! We checked out everything the fair had to offer, met up with her brother and his family, ate a ton of awesome terrible-for-us food, and then caught Andy Grammar in the grandstand. We stayed in Des Moines that night and woke up the next morning to run the Fairgrounds 5k. They sent us a ticket with our race information, which we used on Friday....but we were supposed to use it on Saturday to get into the fair to run the race. Annoying. I was not willing to spend $11 to get in the gate to run for a half hour, so Miss and I just ran around the neighborhood instead. We ended up running more than three miles anyway, and it was a lot more fun. And we had such a great day at the fair the day before, I wouldn't change it for anything!

We posed with the Iowa State fair sign as we ran by - since we were denied entry into the fairgrounds.

Let's see...what else happened this week...Zach and I went and saw The Gift on Tuesday night, which was creepy but not scary. Does that make sense?

Also, I am finally recovered from finding out who A is.

And Chandler started cussing like a sailor and Nick is blaming me. But it was not me. I blame Hannah.

Alright - I'm meeting 2.0 for an afternoon of shopping. Bye!

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Sunday morning coffee

Happy Sunday! I am sitting on my couch as a Directv guy upgrades my cable (genie for the win!) and I'm having this weird sense of peace. Ever since I got back from my trip to see Juana in July, I have not been in a good place. I didn't want to come back to Omaha at all, mostly because work was a dramatic place to be and I didn't want to deal with it anymore. 

It has taken me a long time to get back into the groove of things. A few weeks ago I felt like I had lost control of most everything, so I actually made a list of the things that were making me unhappy. I have worked hard on eliminating or solving those issues. I am feeling much better about things now, and this morning I am feeling very content with life. 

Work has improved tremendously, and that does have a lot to do with it. When your job isn't going well or you are nervous every time you go there, it really makes for a sucky life, huh? But the dust has settled and I feel good about Midland. I seriously think not having students on campus makes me depressed. The loneliest place in the world is a college campus in July. In the last week, students who have campus commitments have returned and it makes so much of a difference! 

Now the only problems left on my list are money (which is always a problem for most people, amiright?) and my weight. So this fall I am going to work hard on both of those. I will be saving money - so no one ask me to go on last minute trips - I will not leave the states of Iowa/Nebraska until I go to Florida in February! And I will be working on the never-ending problem of eating better. My workouts are great, it's my stupid eating that is the problem, which has been absolutely terrible lately between my Wisconsin trip and a week of moving at work (we moved offices and we helped students move in, so lunch was bought for us every single day last week). I just need to remember that I'm only trying to be a better Jen - I can't compare myself to others because it will drive me crazy. 

Alright, cable guy is almost done so I am going to wrap this up with my favorite picture from our Wisconsin trip - if you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you know I could flood this post right now with a million pics, but instead I will leave you with this. 

Friday, July 31, 2015

I'm back

Hi there.
So, a few months ago, something happened. Everyone found out about this blog, and I felt exposed.
So I shut this shit down.

However, I miss blogging and writing, so I am back. Also, this blog acts as a diary of sorts for me, and I like having a place to write about my best times. Really, this whole thing is for me. And you are all just along for the ride. (Hi Paul.) So while I keep my innermost secrets in my private journal that is hidden in my apartment, this serves as a family-friendly version of my life.

So welcome back into it. Buckle up, it's a helluva ride.

Some stuff has happened since I last wrote.

1. I went to see my aunt in Vancouver, Washington. It was ridiculous fun. It was really hard to come home, and I spent a few days in a pretty bad little funk after I returned. Sometimes real life just sucks, you know?

2. Missy and I are still running our 5k's and we are 7 for 7 so far. In August we are going to Des Moines to run the Iowa State Fairgrounds run. I am pretty excited about that one. But, I was also pretty excited to pose in front of this hotdog for our July run.

3. I am pretty sure Miss is going to try to convince me to continue with these races in 2016. I don't mind them, but since I joined Farrell's I have sucked hard at running. The July race was an epic failure for me - it was really hilly and I was coming off an 11 day vacation from working out. I seriously almost died. Okay, that is an exaggeration. But I did yell at the race volunteers and say fuck a lot. Anyway...while I'm not sure I'm on board yet, she did convince me to commit to a February run with Disney! Disney Princess 5K, here we come!

4. Speaking of working out, I am still at Farrell's. If you are reading this and you are even a little interested in the program, let me know. I have never enjoyed running, and I just did it because it was the best way to burn calories. But I LOVE kickboxing. There is something about punching a bag that feels awesome! However, our coaches tell us to act like the bag is a person we want to hit - and everyone I want to punch is a lot taller than me, so I am often punching towards the top of the bag. But, since Missy is into this 5k thing and I do admit, it is good for me and SOMETIMES I miss running, I am trying to incorporate more running into my life. Right now it is 3-4 miles 3-4 times a week. I don't know that I will ever run a half again. And I'm totally fine with that.

5. Missy and I went to Sioux City for a night and saw Seether and Three Doors Down with my brother's new boo. She's awesome. Yes, my brother has a new boo - which means two of my siblings have now been married and divorced before I have even been married once. #itsawesome But considering my brother is like a new person now and actually seems to be happy (actually their sappiness is sickening sometimes), I can handle that.

6. I crashed Nick's family vacation (again) and went to Okoboji with them. For years and years, I've listened to those Boone boys talk about this magical place, and now I have to listen to Cooper and Chandler talk about it, too. So I finally decided it was time to check it out. And they were right. About everything. Including Taco House.

7. On my way home from Boji (I only went for one night, which was not enough time), I stopped at Buena Vista. I had an amazing 3.75 years at BVU - I made great friends, drank a lot, learned a lot about myself, gained a lot of weight, drank a lot, etc. My experiences on the student newspaper are still some of my favorite memories. However, the way my time there ended was so bad. And while I have forgiven and forgot, my heart still has some serious bruises. (Very short story - one of my roommates got together with the main love of my life, everyone knew except me, and wow did it sting). I have been so bitter about that event, I never wanted to return to BV and stand on the street where I watched them together. BUT - I knew I needed to. And so much has changed since that time, it was high time to move on and put it behind me. So I went to campus, spent a lot of time walking around and remembering, and finally got some closure on the whole thing.

8. I turned 35.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Life update

I took a nice long break from blogging. Obviously. Nothing is really wrong, other than I just have been super busy and I tend to go through these weird phases where I want to stop blogging all together. Plus I found out that almost everyone at work reads this thing and that made me feel awkwardly on display. I never thought anyone read this thing except my brother, my sister and a few select haters (hi!).

Anywho...things have obviously happened during my hiatus, so let me fill you in:

  • I finished the ten week challenge at Farrell's! As many of you know, I have commitment issues, so the fact that I actually stuck with this is mind blowing. I love the workouts and the family-feel of the gym, so I am sticking with it for the long haul. My fit tests went well, but the number I am most proud of is my push-ups - I went from 22 push-ups in a minute to 77!

  • My Grandma Wilson died on May 31. We were close with her when we were younger, but she kinda checked herself out of our family back in 1996, so I haven't seen her often since then. However, my dad, Nicole and I were in the hospital room with her when she died. The following two weeks were ridiculous and her death left a lot of questions and hurt feelings But I learned a lot from this experience. 
  • I volunteered at Relay for Life in Glenwood and I realized how much I freaking love that little hometown of mine. 
  • Zach and I have a new arrangement where we go to movies all the time. It's fantastic. Yesterday we saw Jurassic World and I can't stop thinking about it. 
  • Nick, Hannah and I went to see Eric Church in Lincoln. That guy is......dreamy.

Monday, May 11, 2015

See Garth Brooks in concert...check!

Saturday night I got to check something off my bucket list.

Garth freaking Brooks was in Omaha. He started with two shows, then added a third, a fourth, a fifth and a sixth. Six shows in four days. This dude is crazy.

Thank God for his craziness, because it was an amazing show.

Is it bad I cried a little? It was just so overwhelming to see him live, playing all the songs I grew up listening to. When our families combined back in 1990-1991, Dad and Peg didn't have a lot of money, so we just spent a lot of time at home, entertaining ourselves. I mean, they had both just gone through divorces and just wanted their kids with them as much as possible. So that meant a lot of goulash, a lot of Friday nights watching TGIF, and a lot of time playing music and dancing around in the living room.

We mainly listened to two artists: Cher and Garth Brooks.

So when Garth was singing the songs that I grew up dancing to, getting to know my new family and screaming the lyrics with all my might, I got a little emotional.

I only took two pictures that night.

Yes, you're seeing this correctly. I took no pictures of the actual show. I just couldn't bring myself to lift up my phone and watch a single second through the screen. I wanted to absorb every moment of this show, and I did. And it was amazing. It was, however, disheartening that every time the big screen did a crowd shot, everyone was on their phones. Yes, most were obviously taking pictures or video, but a good amount were texting, or something of that sort. It made my heart hurt.

But then Garth rocked my soul, and he made it all better.

He sang all of his hits - it was AMAZING. That guy has endless energy, and I have never seen an entertainer like him. I have been to a lot of concerts, but wow....dare I say that was the best one? I feel like my body still has not recovered.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

5 week testing!

Today was five week testing at Farrell's. It was a "take the good with the bad" type day.

I lost two pounds in the last five weeks, which I am thrilled with.
Somehow, however, the body fat machine measured no change, which sucks.
However, I lost three inches off my waist and almost an inch off my arms, which is great.

After all the measuring and weighing, we did our fitness tests.And this part was AWESOME!!

Last time I did 17 sit ups in one minute. Today I did 30!
Last time I did 22 push ups. Today - 55!
AND I took 33 seconds off my mile!

I am trying really hard not to think about the numbers. I impressed the hell out of myself with the fitness testing. 55 push ups!!

Shannon did really well, too. We are basically badasses.

But then we remembered we're not that hard and smiled.

Thursday, May 7, 2015


When I was working at Kaplan, we all got in trouble for planking one day. I will never forget it.

It was between terms, so I was super busy during between-term stuff (grades, adjusting schedules, figuring out academic progress, etc), but everyone else was bored. I get it. A college campus is a lonely place to be without students there (and's almost summer and my students will be leaving me soon. BANG).

Anyway. Everyone was jacking around except me and Nick. That was typical at Kaplan. Everyone was taking pictures of planking and sending them to the Omaha campus, who was doing the same thing. It was a competition to see who could do the most hilarious plank.

I fully admit I was completely entertained. Although I wasn't participating, I laughed hysterically whenever someone came in to show me a picture. But I kept chugging away at my work.

Finally Nick came in. "What do you think of all this?" he asked.

"It's funny, but whatever. I don't think any of them are that creative." I replied.

"Yeah, none of them are that risky. It would be risky if they like, I don't know, planked on the president's desk," he said.

So of course you can imagine what happened next. I planked on the president's desk. And it was hilarious. However, someone from the Omaha campus posted all my pictures (except mine) to Facebook, and then the next day everyone got in major trouble. Like sent home in the middle of the work day major trouble.

I, of course, did not, for two reasons - one, my picture wasn't on Facebook so my boss didn't know I did it, and two, I had way too much work that had to be done so my boss couldn't afford to send me home. However, I did get called into the office and asked about it, where I admitted I was involved but didn't mention there was a picture floating around out there of me planking on her desk.

After my ass chewing (can you seriously believe this was a real issue??) I sat at my desk and thought about how bad it would be if the picture of me came out. So I walked back into her office to 'fess up.

"Hey I told you I was involved...but I was like really involved. Somewhere out there, there is a picture of me here...across your desk."

I waited for a tongue-lashing and started planning out what I would do with my afternoon off. I could totally go to the pool! But then she killed my dream and said since she didn't see the picture she couldn't punish me and I was fine to stay at work. Orrrrr.....she needed me to do too many things that she didn't know how to do, so she couldn't send me home. But whatever.

Anyway, everyone came back to work the next day and nothing ever came out of it.

So, the reason for that longggggg story is that today in class we had to do a two minute plank. And it almost killed me. And then when I thought I was going to die, the instructor came over and pushed my butt down further. DEATH.

Monday, May 4, 2015

I really need a day between Saturday and Sunday

This weekend went by way too freaking fast.

Last week was straight up crazy. I didn't spend any evenings at home, but every night off my couch was well worth it. But still - I was anxious for some time this weekend to catch up on my DVR and just sit.

That couldn't happen on Friday, though, because I was meeting Missy and Katie out. So I went to kickboxing at 4:30pm (6am was not happening that day) and then met the girls for drinks (water for me, beer for them) and dinner.

Saturday was THE day. I was doing to go to class in the morning (leg day) and then not leave my house for the rest of the day. I was PUMPED.

Then my sister asked me to go to lunch with her for her birthday (she got her free Hu Hot lunch coupon) and then help her pick out paint. Obviously I wouldn't say no to that. So I told myself I would go to class, meet her and then spend the afternoon/evening on my couch.

So I met her, we ate, then we went to Menards and a few other stores. Soon it was after three and we parted for the day. "Okay," I told myself, "you have a lot of hours for nothing." I drove all the way home and as I put my car in park, I realized I hadn't picked up my race packet for the 5k Missy and I were running in the morning. So I headed to Peak Performance to get that and got home around 4pm.

THEN my night of nothing officially began. Except instead of nothing, I cleaned every crevice of my jeep (I spend a LOT of time in my car and it was starting to gross me out), did two weeks worth of laundry, cleaned every inch of my apartment and started food prep for this week. But I did manage to clear a lot of my DVR, so win win win.

Sunday was a pretty wonderful day. The weather was BEAUTIFUL, so Missy and my 5k was great. I was nervous about the route being hilly (it seems like every race I do that is in downtown Omaha is super hilly) but this one wasn't bad. The only bad part was since Saturday was legs day, I was cramping up every few minutes. But it was nothing compared to those poor suckers in Lincoln running 13.1 miles, so I tried hard to suck it up.

After that I went home and finished food prep for this week, then went down to Glenwood because all of my siblings were there and we had a two year old's birthday to celebrate! It was a pretty great day, and of course the selfie stick made an appearance!

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Think happy thoughts...

This week is weird.

I have been having all these weird moments where I just pause and take in all that is around me and think about how lucky I am. I may not be married, and I may not be a mom, but I love so much that is my life. Yes, I'm getting older and lamer, and my bedtime is getting earlier, but I feel like I am right where I am supposed to be. Yesterday my routine was thrown off a bit, and I felt kind of rushed and off-kilter all day, but I was still able to just live in the moment and love everything around me.

I know. Stop it.

Anyway, to continue with this theme, I am going to tell you the things I am loving lately. And don't worry, they are not as deep as what is written above.

1. My hair. I told you these will not be deep thoughts. Leanna did my hair last weekend, and I don't know what she did to it but it has been big and luscious lately. I've been getting compliments all week.

2. It got announced last night that Revenge is ending this season. Usually the ending of one of my shows is a bad thing, but I was relieved when I read this. I think it's the perfect time for that show to end.

3. I think I am finally getting more used to getting up so early. 

4. The Entourage movie is coming out in June (!!!!!) so I have been binge watching the series like no one's business. LOVE.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Farrell's - week three

On Monday I started week three of Farrell's. While I am starting to get the hang of this, it is still such a drastic life change and it is really taking me awhile to get used to it. Is this really my life? Am I really going to continue getting up at 530am every day forever so I can work out?

I don't know.

I don't mean I don't know if I am going to continue, but I don't know if 530am is going to be my call time forever. Mama likes her sleep way too much. (Referring to myself as Mama is so gross, but for some reason kind of hilarious). I am also a night owl by nature, so I worry about what I'm missing out on when my bedtime comes at 10pm. Yes, I live alone, so I am not missing out on anything in my apartment. But what about everything that is happening on twitter?

I may want to switch to one of the evening classes, because when I work at at 6am I have a little trouble filling my evenings and I want to eat everything in my kitchen. But I guess I could continue to work out at 6am, and then do another type of workout in the evenings. Maybe some light cardio or some yoga.

Anyway, about Farrell's. It is amazing. For reals.

The kickboxing days kick my ass every single time. The class starts at with a warm up, then stretching, then some punches and kicks with just our wraps on. I would be lying if I said I don't feel like a total badass when I put my wraps on. I look tough. Then we pull the bags out, and my badassness kicks in to highmotherfuckinggear. I did not realize how much I love punching things.

The strength days are done with bands. The bands range from yellow being the easiest, to green, red, blue and purple. I have yet to touch a purple band. On leg days I am mostly on greens and some reds, and on arm days I am trying my damnest to use green only but sometimes I have to use yellow. My upper body is WEAK, especially my shoulders.

The classes last 45 minutes, and there are all these little side "extra credit" things you can do - like a smaller challenge to do before or after class that takes 3 or 4 minutes. Sometimes at the end of class, one of the FIT students will just yell at "five minutes of abs if you have time!" and then people just drop and do a series of ab moves.

My nutrition is constantly a work in progress. I try very hard to follow my protein/carb plan that the dietician at Farrell's made up for me, but I'm not perfect. Friday nights it is really hard for me to stay on plan. I use Saturday as my free day, and then it's hard to get back on track on Sunday. I need to get the weekends figured out. Maybe when I start working a normal Monday-Friday schedule this summer I will be able to stay on track better. But things always happen that throw a wrench in it - like Monday, for example, was the first day of freshmen registration and I could not get my shit together. I was so busy all day, and I just wanted to snack my face off.

Anywho...I'm not really noticing a ton of changes with my body yet, and I don't think I have dropped a single pound. But I am feeling stronger, and more fit. I guess that's the point, right? It's a marathon, not a sprint...

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Bucket List

On September 11th, 2012, I blogged about my bucket list. Here is what it was then:

  • See Eminem in concert.
  • See Garth Brooks in concert. - Happening soon! May 9th!
  • Own a home (which is already decorated thanks to
  • Go to DisneyWorld with my nieces and nephews.
  • Be able to run more than two miles at a time.- DONE!
  • Have sex in the bathroom at a professional sporting event.
And here is what has been added in the last 2.5 years
  •  Go to Hawaii
  • Color my hair a really rad color (like purple streaks maybe? Or grey streaks, although that is happening naturally.)
  • Become a wine-o.
  • Complete the ten week program at Farrell's without dropping over dead.
  • Wear a tank top without worrying about everyone judging me.
  • Get a ruby red slippers tattoo somewhere on my body (hoping for the back of my neck).

Thursday, April 9, 2015

4 days in...

Today was my 4th morning at Farrell's. My life is so weird now. This has become my routine:

My alarm goes off at 5:20am, but I'm already awake. I naturally wake up at 5:10am somehow, so then I lay there for ten more minutes, try to wake up, and think about what the days brings. It's a wonderful little ten minutes.

Then I'm up. I immediately turn my music on - my Beastmode playlist -  and I throw on my gym clothes that are carefully laid out from the night before. Then I stand in my kitchen and eat a piece of wheat toast and drink a protein shake. This takes about three minutes, but it's another little wonderful chunk of time. This is when I mentally prepare myself for the ass kicking I have coming. I grab any food I need for the day, my water bottle, my work bag and I'm out the door.

The weather this week has been cloudy and rainy and gross, so my ten minute drive to the gym is kind of annoying. But I have myself timed perfectly to arrive as soon as the 5am class is leaving, so I get some rockstar parking. And yes, I also get annoyed at people who think they need to park in the closest spot at the gym, but I have to hightail it outta there right when class ends to get to work on time, so the closer the better.

Monday, Wednesday and Friday are kickboxing days, so I've had two of them so far. Monday's class was tough - I didn't know what I was doing, so I was trying to watch the more advanced students.

Oh, I didn't mention that this isn't just "new" students in the class? Nope, after you complete the ten week program at Farrell's, you can opt to become a FIT student and continue on. So my class is about half new students, half FIT students. So there is no beginners version. I love that, though, because I feel like I am definitely getting what I paid for.

Anyway, Monday's class was tough, but I got through it. At the end, I started feeling a little light headed, so I crouched by a pole and started sucking down water with my head down, trying to get the blood back to it. I have passed out enough times to know I wasn't going to go down, but I needed to calm myself down. Immediately two coaches came over to check on me, but then I was good and got going again. That morning I had just had a protein shake and no carb before class, so I added a carb (whole wheat toast) and on Wednesday's class I felt a lot better through the whole thing.

Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday are strength training, so I have now been through the upper body and lower body work outs. We work out with resistance bands, and WOW. I had no idea you could do so many things with those bands. Those are some tough workouts, too.

After class I hurry up and shower and then head to work. It's weird - when I get in my car around 7am, I feel SO GOOD. I feel tough. I'm excited my workout is done for the day, and I'm determined to make good food choices all day.

2 more days and I am done with week one! And Saturday is a CHEAT day!! I have a list of things I want on my phone - I'm thinking if I write down all my cravings, then on Saturday I can choose the ones I really really want and enjoy them. It's all a mind game, yo.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

4 day weekends make me HOLLA

Hey everyone! I'm just coming off a four day weekend and I am JACKED the eff up! Here's a lowdown of what happened over Easter break:

Friday - Nick and I went and saw Furious 7 right away in the morning. say I have been dreading this is an understatement. I mean, obviously I had to see it because I love those Fast and Furious movies, but Paul know. I am still grieving. So I loved the movie but I cried a lot. Like every time Paul was on the screen. And also, constantly through the last five minutes.

After that I went to FARRELL'S to get my before pictures taken and weigh in. This just about killed me. I was so nervous for that damn picture. But it took about ten minutes at the gym, and then I was on my way to Glenwood to help Kate paint my brother's old house, which was my sister's old house, which is the house that my parents bought next door to their own.

Saturday morning was orientation at Farrell's. Again, I was a pile of nerves. I think you will notice a pattern that everything this week makes me incredibly nervous. I hate the feeling of starting something new, something where I am not confident at all. Orientation was supposed to last about three hours and included a few fit tests, including one minute of push ups, one minute of sit ups, a sit and reach test, a step test and a one mile run.

I know I have work to do on all of those tests, so I feel okay about my results. It's just a starting off point. I need to remember that. What I am nervous about, however, is the mile run. I have been running for over two years and I just cannot get faster. I don't know what is up with me, but I just cannot get my body to move faster. And this Saturday, at orientation, I ran one of my fastest miles. UGH! Now what?

Anyway, after orientation, I helped Kate a little more, and then I spent some quality time with Netflix. Last Man Standing is so laugh-out-loud funny.

Sunday was Easter! I headed down to Dad's and found out I'm going to be an aunt AGAIN - Nicole and Eric are knocked up, so the next little nugget comes this October! I'm hoping for a girl. Then I went to Mom's to eat, then I spent some more time on my couch.

Monday was the my first class at Farrell's - Monday, Wednesday and Friday and kickboxing days, so I arrived at the gym early to wrap my wrists, figure out my gloves and get my bearings. And then I got my ass handed to me for 45 minutes.

Wooh hoo! Here's to a great week! And here's another picture in the "I selfie while other people work" series.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Calendar flip

Last year I distinctly remember flipping the calendar from March to April. I didn't want to do it. That calendar flip meant one thing to me - it was time. Time to run my half marathon. April was the month, and I was dreading it something fierce.

But I did, and although Mother Nature tried to kill me (you can read my race recap here. ) I survived. And it's one of my favorite memories.

This year, I do not have a half marathon staring me in the face, but instead a new physical challenge. I start Farrell's this weekend!

I am nervous. Nope, that's an understatement. I am terrified-butterflies-in-my-stomach-throwing-up-on-each-other nervous.

But so excited.

Friday I have to go get my "before" pictures taken. And if I'm being completely honest, that's the part I am the most nervous about! I have to stand in front of people in just a sports bra and booty shorts and smile for the camera. There is one person I am comfortable being that naked in front of. One. And that photographer is not him!

So I figure if I can get through that picture, I can get through anything, right??

Monday, March 16, 2015

My family is just one tent away from a full blown circus

It was beautiful this weekend, and I spent the majority of it with my family. Which explains why I am completely exhausted today and I need another weekend to recover.

Saturday afternoon/evening I headed to my sister Nicole's - we made dinner for Mom's birthday. It was a nice evening - although, Saturday was supposed to be a rest day for me, but I got quite the workout chasing Alex around and flipping him all over the place. Seriously. That kid gives you a serious arm workout.

He is B.A.N.A.N.A.S.

My obsession with the selfie stick is getting outtacontrol.

Anyway, then on Sunday after a work out, laundry and meal prep, I headed back down because Amanda and the girls were back and we had a BBQ.

It looks like we are praying. We are actually fixing the selfie stick.

My selfie stick also gave me the opportunity for a new photo series I would like to call "I take pictures of myself while other people do all the work". So, I present to you...

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Allow myself to introduce...myself

Wow, this little ol' blog has been getting a lot of hits lately. I don't know if it's one person reading it over and over again (hi, mom) (just kidding, my mom doesn't know about this blog) or what is going on, but my daily views have skyrocketed. Which is odd, since I am more boring now than I have ever been in my life. So I thought I should reintroduce myself in case there are new readers out there.

My name is Jen Wilson. I am 34...I will be 35 in July. I 100% believe the 30's are the best decade, and from what I hear, everything keeps getting better from here on out.

I grew up in a small Iowa town, living between my dad's house and my mom's house. They divorced when I was around nine, but it was a good thing. As I have gotten older and gotten more information, I see what a good thing it was for them to split up. At Mom's it was just us four kiddos - me, my younger sister Nicole, my younger sister Kate, and my brother Bill. At Dad's, two step siblings were added in to the mix - older brother John, and younger sister Amanda. John, Nicole, Amanda and myself were all in high school at the same time, and Bill and Kate were a little younger. We lived in a small, three bedroom house with one bathroom. But we had a trampoline, so it all buffed out.

I graduated high school in 1999. My high school (Glenwood High in Glenwood, Iowa) was pretty small and everyone knew everyone. I wasn't the homecoming queen (one of my best friends Ebbs was) and I wasn't a social reject, I just fell somewhere happily in the middle. I had really wonderful friends and my senior year was kick ass. My older brother was one year ahead of me, and we shared a lot of the same friends so that was nice and convenient. Especially when his hottie friends came to spend the night.

After that I went to Buena Vista University in Storm Lake, Iowa for my undergrad. I met some good people at college, but for the most part I have lost touch with them. My best friend from college, Toni, and I still keep in touch. I was really involved with the student newspaper, and was even the editor my senior year. I really love writing, which is why I blog now. I don't have another outlet, really, to write, so this is it (you lucky peeps).

I think it is probably important at this point to talk about Nick. He is the younger brother of my high school boyfriend, and we became thick as thieves. We still are to this day. But I bring him up now because he also went to Buena Vista, although his freshman year was my senior year. After I left he went on to meet his wife, Hannah, and they brought two little sweethearts into my life, Cooper and Chandler.

But enough about Nick, this is my story. Anyway, after graduation I went to work at Bluffs Run Casino, which became Horseshoe Casino, in Council Bluffs, Iowa. I lived at home for about four months and then moved in with a dude I met at the casino, James. He wasn't my boyfriend, but things got messy and complicated so I ended up leaving his place about nine months later and moving into my own apartment. I have lived on my own since then. I am sure some people judge me for being single, living alone, being a cat lady (who would never own a cat), etc, but I don't care. I love living on my own, being in charge of my own life, doing whatever I want whenever I want, etc.

I worked at the casino in several positions until October 21, 2008 and then was laid off. Several people had already been laid off (including Nick and Hannah, and later my friend Katie), but it was still a huge gut punch to me. I thought I was a lifer. I was kind of lost for a few years after that. I took a job at another casino, and was laid off again. Then I took a horrible job, and only lasted six months there before I randomly took a job in the education industry as a registrar. And that's when life changed. I realized education is a passion, and helping students find their way makes me feel awesome about what I'm doing in life.

One more lay off later (apparently that's just my thing...I get laid off a lot), and I have now landed as an academic advisor at a traditional four year university. I love Love LOVE my students and their stories and getting them closer and closer to graduation. I also was able to get my masters degree, so I now hold a Masters of Science in Management. So if you could refer to me as Master Jen, that would be great.

My family has blown up a lot - obviously not everyone takes the "single for life" route I decided to take, so my siblings have gotten married and had children. John has a daughter, Sophie; Amanda has Kaylee and Gracie; Nicole has Gavin and Alex. Kate is on the single route with me (solidarity, sister!) and Bill just got married, so I am sure they will be popping out little grumpy monsters soon (Bill is a bit of a grump). I love being an aunt, although I don't see a point in discipline or limits so their time with me is a bit chaotic.

Other than work and family, I spend time working out, thinking about working out, planning workouts....I like to stay active, although over the past six months I have packed on some weight. Because, you see, I also love to eat. They always say you can't out train a bad diet, and I learned that the hard way. But I'm getting it back together now, with some diet changes and different types of workouts. I have a love-hate relationship with running, but I have ran two half marathons and several other races.

I have really good friends - we got to a lot of concerts, movies, craft fairs, walks, runs, malls....typical things. Missy and I are currently in month three of running a 5K every month during 2015. Hopefully she stops getting faster, because she is slowly killing me already. 

I'm also a big reader, a big television watcher, I love anything pop cuture/celebrity related, and I am pretty obsessed with Netflix. I am really good at old school Nintendo, I will bet on anything (and I typically lose) (but not at casinos, just fun bets with friends), and I am really obsessive about keeping my apartment clean. I try to make people laugh every day. I have been described as quirky, Phoebe-like (Phoebe from Friends), and ridiculous.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

"I wanna kiss you, but if I do then I might miss you babe." - Lady Gaga

So to further discuss my "advice" giving session with my two high school friends...

Basically, they wanted to know what it means if a dude only calls you on the weekends, when he wants to hook up. I mean...if they thought about it for a hot minute, they would get  exactly what it means. But I realized they are probably a little new to the whole "booty call" thing, so I tried to dumb it down and explain it without being too graphic.

I explained that if you just reply to the text, accepting the offer to hang out, then put out, that you are giving them exactly what they want. I suggested maybe playing a little harder to get.

"Like, when he texts you tonight, just don't reply right away. Even if you wait an hour, it will drive him crazy," I explained, like I really have any idea what I'm talking about when it comes to dudes.

As I was driving home after that, I was thinking about my words. And I realized I do the exact opposite of what I told the girls to do.

When Matt and I broke up in high school, I decided that minute I would never play games with him. If I wanted to talk to him, I would call him. If he asked how I was feeling, I would tell him. Maybe my brutal honesty is what kept that relationship going...and going...and going...for years after it should have ended. In my head, I thought if I was just totally honest and never played games, I would get my boy back. But that's the thing - it did end, badly. And I never got the dude.

I must have just adapted that mentality...don't play games....into my other relationships as well. The problem is, those guys THINK I am playing games, therefore try harder. Example:

One dude, we'll call him Mario, wanted to make out one night. "No, I don't want to," I insisted, backing away from him. I then was standoffish and cold to him for the rest of the night, and it ended with him saying to me "you know, when you act like you don't want me it just makes me want you more."

Dude, what aren't you getting? It's not an act, it's the damn truth.

Also, this guy ...who is the same as this guy ... texted me last weekend. Seriously. After years of blowing him off, not responding to texts, telling him I'm not interested...he still tries. He still thinks I am just being a trick and playing hard to get.

So the moral of the story is what? Maybe I should start playing games and nab me a husband? Nah. Keep being honest and fabulous? Okay.

P.S. I am not saying all wives/girlfriends are game players. I am saying I have yet to meet a dude who is man enough to deal with my non-game playing ways.

Monday, March 9, 2015

"In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move." - Henry Rollins

Yeah, yeah, YEAH! Time to MOVE!

This entire year I have been questioning my workout and exercise life. I am finally in a good spot and have made some positive changes.

  • I have changed my diet pretty dramatically. I am eating much cleaner than I used to - it's AMAZING all the crap I used to choose to eat. I worked with a nutrition/fitness expert and we talked about all the foods I will eat and what I won't eat. I was brutally honest - I don't think it's a surprise to anyone I have the appetite of a young child. She is absolutely brilliant, and build a plan that fits into my life and my tastes. I'm eating six meals a day, and I'm on week two and loving it! I get one cheat meal a week. Cheat MEAL - not cheat day.
  • I am meal prepping like a mo-fo. Sunday is meal prep day, and I get everything ready for my work week. I secretly love feeling this organized and on top of things. Yes, I know it's only week 2, but I'm pretty optimistic I will continue to thrive on dorky things like labeling my bags of protein. 
  • I am getting ready to start Farrell's on April 4th - SO excited. I have been really upping the amount of strength training I do...I don't want to be the weakest person in the class. Also, I really need to work hard in order to do normal push ups, rather than on my knees. 
  • I have decided I am not running the half marathon in April. This decision did not come easily. But basically it comes down to this:
    • I can't train on a treadmill. I just can't. It absolutely kills my knees, it's boring, it makes my back hurt...I just can't do it. 
    • The weather just got nice this past weekend - so outdoor running basically just started, and I don't feel comfortable with the amount of training that will leave me. 
    • I keep feeling weird twinges in my knee when I run. It sounds like it's clicking, if that makes sense. I don't want to push it. 
    • And finally....I just don't want to. I don't want to run any distance over five miles. I am too obsessed with the idea of starting Farell's to be bothered with running ten-twelve miles at a time.
Other things:
  • A bunch of my students have been talking about this show Empire on Fox, and Nick also is obsessed with it. So I thought I would give it a try. Um....check it out. SO GOOD.
  • Also, House of Cards released Season Three on Netflix - yep, done. And SO GOOD.
  • Missy and I went to a charity event the other night called Dancing with the Omaha Stars - basically like Dancing with the Stars, but local celebrities competed and all the money went to a group for kids with cancer. I am not sure why I am so entertained by things like this, but I am. I am thinking I might have to catch the real Dancing with the Stars this season - I saw Robert from Shark Tank is on it! 
  • The other day I went to see Allison (the high school girl I mentor) and her friend joined us. They asked for boy advice. Um. Probably not the best person to ask, girls! But I did what I could. Also, while we were sitting in the commons area, drinking sodas and chatting about boys, I got mistaken for a high schooler - I will TAKE IT! Even though I'm pretty sure it's just because I was dressed like a sloppy teenager (sweats and a tshirt), but STILL! I've been out of high school for 16 years! 

Monday, February 16, 2015

Monday Monday

Okay, I think I am finally ready to join the blogging world again.

Thank you for sticking with me through that much needed break. Here is an update on my life...

  • I had the best Valentines weekend ever
  • Missy's new years resolution was to run a 5k every month, so we are two for two so far. We did the Commitment Run in January and the Super Bowl run in February.  
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