Archive for December, 2005

I’m a 98 lb weakling in a fat keeper’s body.

December 28, 2005 1 comment
I went to my mom’s gym with her and my aunt yesterday morning. I also went with them today and will go again tomorrow morning. They go five times a week.
My mom set me up on the cross trainer machine. I’ve never been on one. It’s pretty cool.
For almost 30 minutes, I ran on the thing at level 1. According to the machine, I burned about 264 calories – about the same amount of calories in the perogies I ate on Christmas Eve (not including the cream). Then I went and did some upper body weights.
My mother did 45 minutes at the hill climbing setting then did another 20 minutes of treadmill.
Today, I started my cross training at level 1 but mother felt my heart rate was too low so she told me to hit the hill climbing button. I did. My heart rate went down by 20. I think the heart rate monitor was broken. I did burn almost 400 calories today, so that will take care of the Christmas fudge… well some of it anyway. Then I went and did lower body weights.
My mother did another 45 minutes of hill climbing and 20 minutes of treadmill.
My mother is kicking my ass. I will, however, take her down at Scrabble later today.
In other news: I miss my little wtb. 😦

Flight to Edmonton

December 22, 2005 Leave a comment
I woke up this morning at 6:00am to catch my 8:15 flight. It went very well. I actually thought I’d have trouble getting through airport security as I was bringing my Scrabble timer home. It’s a black box with lights and a timing device. I showed the guy how it works and he let me through. I guess I looked geeky enough to own a Scrabble timer. <Aside: the wtb and I decided last night that I wasn’t actually a geek – I just have geeky hobbies.>
The flight was fairly good. The inflight movie was Cinderella Man and the headsets were free this time. The food was not. I skipped it.
The couple sitting next to me looked like newlyweds and were very nice. Sadly, the woman had broken the pee seal with her Starbucks coffee and had to get up (and consequently get me up) three times during the four hour flight. I planned ahead and skipped my morning coffee. I have actually only peed twice today and I’ve been up for 14 hours. Impressive, no? Especially when you consider that this is the same person who pees every hour on the hour at work.
Now I’m hanging with my brother and his fiancee. She is a stamper and showed me how to emboss. Very exciting. I know what I’m getting with my next 40% off Michael’s coupon.
Gotta go get some grilled cheese made on the George Foreman. Later!
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December 21, 2005 1 comment
It’s been about a year since I’ve eaten at McDonald’s. Last night I had a Big Mac. Today, I can still taste the onions and I’ve brushed my teeth about three times. That can’t be natural.
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My scrabble debut (and butt-kicking)

December 17, 2005 1 comment
My day was off to a questionable start when my alarm clock didn’t go off and I overslept. The reason the alarm didn’t go off was because I hadn’t turned it on the night before. It’s rare, but it happens.
I drove all the way to Cambridge thinking that I was going to be late, they were going to start my clock and I would be all panicked and overtime and lose miserably. Somehow, I managed to get there about two minutes before my game started and was perfectly good to go. Phew.
Game 1:
I drew my tiles and played all seven of them in ATONING for 68 points. Off to a good start. I later played another seven letter word: OUTLIER for 73 points and managed to win the game 379-342. My tournament record: 1-0 (+37). (1 win, 0 losses, scoring 37 more points than my opponents.)
Game 2:
Very close game. I didn’t get any seven letter words and I lost by two points. My record is now: 1-1 (+35).
Game 3:
Holy lord. My opponent killed me. I didn’t get any seven letter words. I didn’t get any blanks. I only got one S. She got all the good stuff at very good times to play them profitably. I did manage to challenge her bad DIVET off the board, but she still beat me 454-221. I can’t remember the last time I scored that low. Maybe when I was 12?
She did feel terrible for beating me that badly and apologized profusely. Then, hoping to make me feel better, she added "I’m a horrible player. I’m a loser!" Yeah, that makes me feel a lot better. I was decimated by a loser. My record is now: 1-2 (-198).
Then we had lunch.
Game 4:
Despite playing POUNCER for 80 points, I lost. Also by a lot. 297-422. And most of his points were making phony hooks (OS & LOS). I know all my two-letter words. I know OS isn’t good. I did not challenge. WHY!? Beh. My record: 1-3 (-323).
Game 5:
I played a friend from my Scrabble club. I had played her in the club and beat her. She was winless so far in the tournament. My brain was completely broken for this game. I played AO (phony), misspelled apt as ATP, and played LAIT (a phony, which fortunately, my opponent didn’t catch). She beat me 321-302. My record: 1-4 (-342).
Game 6:
I performed brilliantly in this game. I got great letters, played POTATOES for 61 pts, AGROUND for 76 pts and JURY for 54 pts. I won 451-213. I was also playing a 12 year old. It was his second tournament though, so technically he had more experience than I did. And I let him get away with IG on a triple word score. My record: 2-4 (-104).
At this point, they take all the scores and sort you out to play someone ranked near you in the tournament. I was 10th out of a field of 14. I was matched with the 9th place player for the last game. This was the same woman who beat me by two points in Game 2. It was the grudge match!
Game 7:
I played the only seven letter word, CANDIES for 69 pts. She challenged my ABLER and it was good. (I was surprised too – I just guessed. I figured it was like enabler, but shorter.) She beat me 307-310. Sigh.
My final tournament record: 2-5 (-107).
Oh – and the self-proclaimed ‘loser’ in Game 3 wound up winning our whole division. She was 6-1.
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My pizza-on-the-corner obsession.

December 15, 2005 1 comment
Prior to September the only pizza I had eaten in Ontario was Pizza Hut and Little Caesar’s. Then one day before salsa class, the wtb and I were in the gaybourhood, very hungry, in a very big rush and very poor. So we ate at the pizza pizza (it’s on the corner).
They have several different kinds of pizza under a sneeze guard. You select the kind you want and they put a very large slice into the oven to heat it up. (If you’re the wtb, you select the specific slice you want – don’t leave it to the server because she may give you the one with the crust bubble.) Once it comes out of the oven, it’s very hot and the crust is firm and it’s cheesy pizza goodness. I like the Quatro Frommage but also the Bacon Cheeseburger (enough dead animal on there to satisfy this Albertan!).
And now, having sampled the sweet heavenly offerings of the pizza pizza, I’m obsessed. It just started whenever I saw the bright orange sign with the 967-11-11 on it. But then it escalated to being excited when I saw the orange on the M&M Meat signs. And just today my heart skipped a beat when I drove by the Mississauga bus stop (the small sign on the telephone post is orange).
It’s out of control. I need a 12 Step programme.

I’m a safety genius.

December 14, 2005 Leave a comment
I just finished my Federal Health and Safety Competancy Course. We had to write a ‘knowledge verfication’ exam today to complete the course and I scored 100%.  That’s better than ‘competant’.  Oh yeah.
Do you think there are safety groupies?
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Something’s fishy here…

December 12, 2005 2 comments
Ok. I was eating lots of salmon because it’s supposed to be good for me. Then O magazine had an article on how one woman was being poisoned by the mercury amounts in her salmon.
I told some people on my soccer team that I was having nutrition anxiety from all this conflicting information. They sent me to (a fitness/nutrition site by a toronto guy). He said not to eat farmed salmon (ie: "Atlantic" salmon) but instead to select wild salmon.
The yummy marinated salmon I buy from the Dominion is farmed salmon. Curses!
So I went to the organic section to purchase the canned WILD salmon he suggests buying to avoid contamination. It was $5 a can! That’s so wrong. $5 a can!
I did buy one and had some for dinner. It didn’t taste any different than $1.39 canned salmon.
$5 a can. Organic bastards.
Healthy eating would be so much easier if Lunchables were good for you.
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