Wedding Bells

I don't know what it is and why it is, but I'm getting more and more excited about this royal wedding. Nothing crazy, I just want to see it go down. I'm not going to stay up late to watch it, but I still want to see it. Something about royalty, a pretty wife (who is doing her own makeup, wha?), and well...prince william. We had a thing when I was a kid. Yup. I just didn't tell him about it, he doesn't need to be bothered with such things. Mmmhmm.

I guess it's the whole rags to riches story. Not that kate's family was poor. No...I know what it is. It's the meeting the love of your life in college. I'm almost 30 and haven't met the love of my life, but they met in school! On top of all that, meeting a celebrity. And on top of that, a ROYAL celebrity. A person that a whole entire country knows of. Knows the history of. Knows the nitty gritty ugly scandalous history of. Not that I covet that. But it's something, don't you think? It's such a big thing.

Oh, and I kinda DO want to stay up til 1am to watch it. But I have class in the early morning. Sigh.

Finally!

Me and my bf, under one roof.

He was with another woman, I was by myself. We were surrounded by hundreds of people, but I still had myself a grand ol time.

Steve was interviewing Tina F. tonight downtown, and lots of people showed up. It was a great show, and even though I love tina, seeing her live and seeing her speak made me love her even more. So much more. She is a woman I'd like to be. Smart, funny, creative, powerful. She got a bigger applause than steve!

He was funny, she was funny. He asked good questions, and she gave insightful answers.

One thing i noticed was that...they're not as close as I thought they would be. They've worked together so much, but on stage tonight, they practically seemed like strangers. I thought they'd be the best of friends, or at least have that mentor/mentee relationship, with lots of inside jokes and whatnot, but she seemed kinda stiff and nervous around him, and he around her. There was just no warm familiarity there. Also at the end, when they stood up, she went in for a hug, and he held out his hand to shake it, so then she shook his hand. I caught that awkward moment, and felt very awkward for them.

Also the sound on stage wasn't working so well. There were issues with the mics, he asked to have the monitors turned up, they couldn't really hear the audience questions on stage. So there was definitely a technical issue. But it also made me wonder...

Was it a technical thing, or is he just simply an old man and can't hear as well as he used to? Because he seriously missed a lot of things that Tina was saying, a lot of funny things she said that we were laughing about in the audience he didn't seem to quite catch on to. Also, the technical issues may have led to this too but...well...

Was it the audio issues, or is he maybe a bit of a jerk? Some of the things he said and his demeanor just made me...love him a little less. Perhaps he's just done this too many times. He's heard all these standard dumb questions that audiences ask when they're trying to impress him. Because I can get short with people too if I feel like they're being slow or asking dumb questions, I've been there, I get it. Or maybe he was throwing a mini tantrum because people cheered for tina much louder than they did for him, and he's trying to show everyone how cool he is even though he's crying on the inside. I don't know. Whatever it is, he seemed a bit out of sorts tonight. But then again, I don't know the guy, I only know him from the tv. Maybe a dash of jerkiness is how he lives his real life.

I'm trying not to let this let down of who steve really may be get in to my head too much. After all, everyone can have an off night. Instead I'll just focus on how great he looked. Very dapper. Very gentleman-like. Great black rimmed glasses to compliment his gray suit and pink tie. Also, he was funny. We all love a man who knows how to be funny, right?

All in all, a great night.

Another tough workout today. I love that moment when you do that last rep and then sink into the floor for your cool down. Those few minutes make it all worth while. That time when your body and muscles are slowly coming out of the shock you just put them through for the last 55 minutes. I can hear those tingling muscles asking me "Whoa. SH. What was that you just did to us?" It's a pretty cool feeling. That, and limping back to my car hoping my legs won't give before I get to the door. Awesome.

I'm not digging the shows on the CW anymore. I think it's a sign of growth.

Good grief charlie brown, I'm too tired for anything. Going to watch some conspiracy movies in bed.

Small! Vanilla! Latte!

There's this coffee place I go to on the weekends sometimes, and sometimes there is this guy there behind the counter. We'll call him Peter Parker, not because that's his name, but because I don't know his name and that's how I imagine how Peter Parker would look if he worked in a coffee shop.

The first time I came across Peter Parker, he wouldn't take my order. He shook his head when I asked him for a vanilla latte. Trying to be cute I suppose. So then after he rang me up, he asked me: What's your favorite color? So I told him purple. And because there was a line behind me, I didn't stay to make small talk.

Another time, while in line, I heard Peter Park ask another girl the SAME THING! What's your favorite color? Oh boy. I just rolled my eyes. So then I realized that was his "thing."

And then TODAY, he did the same thing. He shook his head when I ordered my latte. Then proceeded to ask me about my favorite color. I told him purple. Strong color, he replied. So then I asked him what his was. I don't have one, he replied. And when I asked why not, he said, I can't commit to a favorite color. Likely story, I told him, and walked away with my coffee.

Thing is, if you're going to have a "thing," at least remember who you do your "thing" to. Or change it up every now and again, a girl needs variety. I think today was the third time he's asked me what my favorite color is. If you're not going to remember, then stop asking, because it's weird for me to have the same conversation with you every time!

But now for next time, I can beat him to the punch and say, vanilla latte, purple, and none. Or tell him I don't have a favorite color when he asks and he'll be so amazed because he doesn't have a favorite color either that he'll think we're soul mates. Or just straight up tell him, Look Peter Parker, you've asked me already, and I've told you three times it's purple. You don't have a favorite because you can't commit to colors, now give me my vanilla latte!

Thank you.

Addendum

So I thought I wasn't feeling well last week but I wasn't sure if it was real or a mental thing, or me just being completely lazy.

Well I am here to say, it was real! Huzzah!

I don't get achey or tired during the day this week. I had this hard tough workout and still feel ok, other than the inevitable soreness. I don't feel out of breath. I'm just not feeling generally BLAH like I felt last week.

So yea, i was definitely some subtle sort of sick last week.

No pain no gain.

It's so amazing what your mind and body can do. It's true what they say: mind over body. Hm...actually i think it's mind over matter...dang it. But body is matter, :. A+B, B=C, so A+C, right????

Just say yes.

I would think that my mind is on my side all the time, because it's in MY brain, and it's working in conjunction with MY body, but it's really not. I've learned this with my short running stint last year, and from my workout classes. When I was running, as soon as I started, I can hear my mind going, no no no, too hard, too fast, you're tired, your shins hurt, you have to go pee or your bladder will burst and you will die on the side of the road by yourself with pee all around you and a broken bladder all because you didn't want to stop and pee for 2 minutes.

Seriously, my mind will think of all these excuses and reasons why I can't keep running, or do 8 more reps of leg lifts. Why does it do that? Why can't it just HELP me out, and wander in the direction of: yes you can, yes you can, SI, SE PUEDE!
(Ok, probably because my mind doesn't think in spanish.)

Instead you have to have coaches and instructors who know better, who are yelling at you saying, you can do it, push through it, work for it. And then I have to try very very hard to tell myself that I actually CAN do it, it's just my mind telling me that I can't, but my body CAN physically do it...it just comes with some pain. Dang it mind! I'm already busy working out the rest of my body, I don't have the energy to mentally convince myself that I can do something!

Doesn't that seem counter intuitive? Cuz it sure does to me.

I just came home from a work out. It's called Cardio Barre, I've been doing it off and on for the past year or so. You'd think I'd be really good by now, but I'm not. In fact when I looked up while stretching today, I was one of 3 girls in the class whose body wasn't bending all the way down like the rest of the girls. Sigh. I don't know when I'll get there. But I'm seeing very very tiny improvements, such as, being able to touch my toes with my legs straight, and even the floor! It's kind of exciting for me, I'm not of the bendy kind.

Last week I ventured into the advance class, which I did again tonight. Whew. Talk about no no nos. No it's too hard. No i'm too tired. No it burns, I don't think it's suppose to burn like that. No I'm not really advance, I'm just trying it. All these excuses!

I wish I had the mental ability of a sports star to mentally power through it. I guess that's what the instructor is there for, to tell you that you CAN do it while I'm busy telling myself no.

But now here I am, at home, my body feeling good. I'll probably be sore for the rest of the week. But hey, I was able to touch my toes again when I got out of the shower! Which, as small as it is, is still WINNING! (I know I know, Charlie Sheen is so 3 weeks ago.)

Also, I always think about this, and it's a no duh kind of thought, but working out is really WORK! I know that's what they call it, but you know how you attach a name to something and you lose the meaning? Well the meaning definitely comes back to me when I'm working out, and in pain, and sweating like a...like a....very sweaty person. It is VERY HARD WORK! I mean, I don't even know that I work that hard at my everyday job work, something that I'm getting paid for! Instead, I'm PAYING someone else for these classes, or the gym, or training, or workout dvds. I'm PAYING someone to yell at me and put me in pain, and make me WORK! It just...it just doesn't make sense if you think too hard about it, so I try not to. These are the thoughts that come to me when I'm sweating buckets.

RANT OVER and out.

Munday

It's like my body knows when the weekend is, and when to break down. I wasted a good weekend doing nothing particularly much other than resting on the couch and getting lots of sleep. I guess because of the strong work I did doing all that nothing, I'm feeling much better today.

So Hills helped me to realize something yesterday during brunch. I may have a chip on my shoulder. I realized that I seem to think people are against me all the time when they're really not. Like the situation with my accordion. I felt like the couple was being shady and trying to trick me, but in the end, I ended up paying what they had quoted me from day 1 (well...and plus tax). I got into a similar situation the other week as well, thinking that a friend was purposely trying to hurt me when he was just being inconsiderate really. Something of the sort. Isn't there that saying: people aren't thinking about you as much as you think, or something? Yea. That.

I'm working on crocheting a blanket for my future niece. I hope it goes ok.

Now it's time to go get ice cream wasted.

All mine.

I haven't been feeling well all week, but part of me wonders if it's just a mental thing. I woke up feeling not great, but is that just from sleeping too much? You know how it gets.

I finally purchased my accordion. It's all mine now. I don't have to go back to the store ever again! (Unless something breaks) If that couple weren't older, I would think they're really shady. Well, I already do. I won't go through all that they said while I was in there, but everything they were doing seemed to be a tag team effort to pull one over me. As soon as I walked out the door I pictured them looking at each other, and giving each other a small chuckle. "We got another one!" They just make me really uncomfortable. I even had a sleepless night over this days before I went in. But that's all done now. Now it's time to practice.

30, how about 60?

I just sat down with some soup and started watching Masterpiece Classic's Wuthering Heights. It's 8:30 on a Friday and I'll probably be in bed in an hour. What's happening to me.