tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72260024772370487172024-03-12T22:56:34.566-05:00Michelly's MeanderingsA blog about life, love and wherever her mind goes!Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-88676339307701613472009-10-30T06:40:00.000-05:002009-10-30T06:40:07.108-05:00ChangeI have changed the name of my blog. When I first started this blog I have to admit I was a little lost. I had just gotten out a really terrible situation and I felt like I didn't know where my life was headed. Fast forward a couple of years and things couldn't be more different. I am engaged to the love of my life and I cannot wait for our life together to begin. I am in such a good place and I love my life. Once Jon and I are married and I move from Florida (it is inevitable) there will be so many more wonderful adventures in store for us. Even though I chose the title "meanderings" it doesn't mean that I am lost. I might not know what my life has in store but I am definitely looking forward to the ride!<br />
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Many friends have asked about the name "Michelly". It is a combination of my given name "Michele" and my childhood nickname "Shelly". No one actually calls me this but I respond to both names. I never introduce myself as Shelly anymore. I don't know why. It just happened in college. Everyone in my family (with the exception of my Mom) and friends I have known before college call me Shelly. Everyone else calls me Michele. Jon calls me neither. He calls me Peetie.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-34394709927437303692009-10-29T08:33:00.004-05:002009-10-30T21:52:15.921-05:00Thirty Days IN A ROW!I went with Jon last week to the VA Hospital in Augusta, GA. He had an appointment with the Neurosurgeon for the bulging disk in his back. This has been going on for a year. A year of chronic back and leg pain. The disk is pressing on a nerve that goes to his right leg. Being the man that he is, or any man for that matter, he thought this might get better on its own. Wrong. A year of therapy, steroid injections and nothing changed. Surgery is really the only option at this point. He is tired of being in pain and being on "profile". "Profile" in the Army is when you don't have to perform certain tasks like PT because of your health. He hates being on profile. So we met with the surgeon. Jose Santiago. Yes, I have already googled him. He is legit. Graduated from Tulane Medical School. Anyhow, I digress. Surgery is scheduled for November 9th. Then Jon will have 30 days of convalescent leave. When the PA said that my ears perked up. 30 days? IN A ROW? Please don't get me wrong...I hate that Jon is having surgery. Hate it. I do not like anyone to go under general anesthesia especially the man I love but having him home for a month is wonderful. I don't care that he will be recovering. I get that. Just having him home is all I care about. Being able to care for him and baby him is all I want. I know that it won't all be roses but I will take that too. Except for the two weeks he was home in March the most that we have been together is four days. Four days is not enough. A month won't be enough either but I will take what I can get. <br />
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P.S. Please keep Jon in your thoughts and prayers on November 9th. I know that it will all turn out fine but it doesn't hurt to have all the thoughts and prayers you can get! :)Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-79514906832146700852009-10-01T08:18:00.005-05:002009-10-01T08:40:18.371-05:00For MelindaI got my hair cut and colored last night. Wow! It is AMAZING how much I love having this done. I have a standing appointment every five weeks whether I need it or not. I have been going to my hairdresser FOREVER so it is like a therapy session and pampering all rolled into one. Jon actually notices when I have my hair done and he always wants me to send him a picture. I seem to be challenged when it comes to taking a picture of myself with my phone so I went into the bathroom so I could look at the phone in the mirror and surprisingly it worked! Too bad it didn't take away my puffy eyes.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4u-ch6e-BPlhh0TwXJwegmzHfeZE7oirklJy4jY2m-n3z6cz0WTk2bwa8vabXZZP9Ly-V18L2g7r8KVgpMc8dU4k2uru3Q3ZyZLu9bNFwRj8W2xosbqpb5oYcbuaq4MrwDajaWd4yvVX/s1600-h/0930091904.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4u-ch6e-BPlhh0TwXJwegmzHfeZE7oirklJy4jY2m-n3z6cz0WTk2bwa8vabXZZP9Ly-V18L2g7r8KVgpMc8dU4k2uru3Q3ZyZLu9bNFwRj8W2xosbqpb5oYcbuaq4MrwDajaWd4yvVX/s320/0930091904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387623442425040354" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkG53SLJF0HLo8m9ASpnGT_omx2rEumUrZgfvZjkdSM_y-7v0PRID8EP-46YUlfDskONt2LYXJZDTHmUoBBtpDnNR2Z4uRqudhTRfliwZA3H4AQZ4ATfbMpWbk94Y2hT3hiVoDFSQPM4mi/s1600-h/0930091905a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkG53SLJF0HLo8m9ASpnGT_omx2rEumUrZgfvZjkdSM_y-7v0PRID8EP-46YUlfDskONt2LYXJZDTHmUoBBtpDnNR2Z4uRqudhTRfliwZA3H4AQZ4ATfbMpWbk94Y2hT3hiVoDFSQPM4mi/s320/0930091905a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387623707881201234" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />This was taken this morning of Roxie and I. I am meeting Jon this weekend in Jacksonville and she watched me getting a few things together. If I put anything in the car she gets so anxiety ridden that I wait until the last moment to pack anything. Of course, she doesn't realize that she is going with me; I wish she understood human :) I had just taken apart an extra crate and I saw her watching me. I laid down on the bed and she jumped up to snuggle. I couldn't resist taking a picture.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuFD_HneMgfg9s_zCwNE56G21bOJEhriXHR81ZbsRP24FL0oCSk6XCljwFhyphenhyphen1Ko1cMeQ_gD7j4aTjlJ_7UgzNmsiWM_Qu3DxNBROJKo7BiWhhwDFIoC_SfDnkoEu_PLlTFXp30XmRP2kv/s1600-h/1001090647.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuFD_HneMgfg9s_zCwNE56G21bOJEhriXHR81ZbsRP24FL0oCSk6XCljwFhyphenhyphen1Ko1cMeQ_gD7j4aTjlJ_7UgzNmsiWM_Qu3DxNBROJKo7BiWhhwDFIoC_SfDnkoEu_PLlTFXp30XmRP2kv/s320/1001090647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387623710130611650" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-3046531598463992782009-09-14T09:55:00.002-05:002009-09-14T10:06:55.811-05:00Broken Bowl Breaks My HeartFor my birthday this year Jon got me 6 latte bowls from Anthropologie. It was the first present he had given me. We had been shopping a couple of months before and I had mentioned that I like the bowls in red. Just in passing. It wasn't a hint or anything. We met in Jacksonville the weekend of my birthday (in June) and he gave me the bowls. I was so surprised that he remembered. I was even more surprised that he had left South Carolina early (he never gets off work early) and went to Athropologie <span style="font-style: italic;">by himself</span> and bought them for me. <br /><br />I have bowls. Of all shapes and sizes. But I use Jon's bowls whenever possible. I had gotten some take out soup this weekend and was getting a bowl down and I dropped one. Besides breaking my leg skiing I am not a clumsy person. I cannot tell you the last time I have broken anything. Especially in the kitchen. I called Jon. Crying. Like a baby. I was so upset. Of course, he was nonplussed. "It's alright sugie, we can buy another bowl. It doesn't mean anything. I know that is why you are so upset." He so gets me. <br /><br />I saved the big pieces. Maybe one day when we have a house of our own I will make something with the broken pieces of porcelain. Or maybe not. I just didn't have the heart to throw them away.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-32960434632604141162009-08-17T07:13:00.003-05:002009-08-17T07:26:10.195-05:00Engaged!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmv5mGlBtOi6lqcCG9N5zC5sysZIW_6RH5TvfinQ7lwwJ5ksazwQtXgbe1e_aKTcSiXEQx5EtpjemxNAvynY_ZJGvOT7ArpYKbkKrsXF1ywxqnkhPwYWVLHiJAQWwjZGGkba3185LvQEiL/s1600-h/Epcot+Aug+15+2009.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmv5mGlBtOi6lqcCG9N5zC5sysZIW_6RH5TvfinQ7lwwJ5ksazwQtXgbe1e_aKTcSiXEQx5EtpjemxNAvynY_ZJGvOT7ArpYKbkKrsXF1ywxqnkhPwYWVLHiJAQWwjZGGkba3185LvQEiL/s320/Epcot+Aug+15+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370905141183813074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In "Italy" at Epcot</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm engaged!!!! I am so happy!!!! It was a wonderful weekend. This picture was taken about 3 minutes after the proposal. We were standing there basking in our elation (also known as kissing) and this woman walked up to us and said that she would have given anything for someone to take her picture when her husband proposed to her. I guess she had seen Jon get on one knee and assumed that he was proposing. Good thing he wasn't just tying his shoe! :) Anyway she was very kind and took this photo. My eyes are puffy because I started crying but I don't care. Jon's sons were with us but had conveniently wanted to go explore on their own. They were so sweet. And so very happy for us. I wanted to make sure they were on board with the engagement and am very happy to learn they were very excited and happy for us. They are such wonderful kids and I am very thankful to have their blessing. I am thankful for all the blessings I have in my life. No wedding date is set. I'll keep you posted :)<br /></div></div>Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-76034766534079128892009-07-27T21:54:00.009-05:002009-07-27T23:12:31.868-05:0020th Reunion-Post ScriptWell it went off without a hitch. Whew!!! It went so well that I had people wanting to do a 25 year reunion. They don't to wait until 30. I have to admit...if you didn't have a good time Friday and Saturday night you just weren't trying. Seriously.<br /><br />Friday night was held at Spinnaker Beach Club and it was just a meet & greet. We had an area to ourselves and our own bartenders but everyone paid for their food and drinks. And as I expected some of the naysayers that weren't going to pay to come to the actual reunion had so much fun on Friday that they paid the at the door price for Saturday.<br /><br />Saturday night was held at the Panama Country Club. We got up early, well it was supposed to be early but ended up being about 11am before we really got started, and decorated. I am rather biased but I thought it was beautiful.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIy_ZYOxZVWCSJCzSg1LCGr7vwgNDEPIpiYIZCcy4ox0aNBlUrj77zE4ynzToe11-K72Oyg6AiqsApo8Jo1n3-7Ql5nhxib_w96R7kSjfq6s4NBJ8x9fhEWuMvRxJFQKwPaxt46XkAzAiR/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIy_ZYOxZVWCSJCzSg1LCGr7vwgNDEPIpiYIZCcy4ox0aNBlUrj77zE4ynzToe11-K72Oyg6AiqsApo8Jo1n3-7Ql5nhxib_w96R7kSjfq6s4NBJ8x9fhEWuMvRxJFQKwPaxt46XkAzAiR/s200/IMG_1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344520615937218" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JA9-LmmJ4m-aENF7QFh_9Sigi4Bn4T9dyoXDAEPAiJl_8i1aVbz_azpaPe8C3yLhtQSTWKymJLWZrOGEsW-nzeNT9E8EyfPwkV3Ms7Ttyb0GeIff9wEV5lHSEgMrirUwYJ4IdrcMZUuC/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JA9-LmmJ4m-aENF7QFh_9Sigi4Bn4T9dyoXDAEPAiJl_8i1aVbz_azpaPe8C3yLhtQSTWKymJLWZrOGEsW-nzeNT9E8EyfPwkV3Ms7Ttyb0GeIff9wEV5lHSEgMrirUwYJ4IdrcMZUuC/s200/IMG_1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344508453474898" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7KVEWGfvTsAgv2vZU86qCVzzLn4Y_mmTIrJYKaj12TP2cNuZazk_3Es6t58zgKnrwINgGFcwpI7gm3UFu7tVBRpva3coZOq_5jUTVsyTO_2tt-jO8ozQD7g8g7oa8k89beMI_b5nz1jr/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7KVEWGfvTsAgv2vZU86qCVzzLn4Y_mmTIrJYKaj12TP2cNuZazk_3Es6t58zgKnrwINgGFcwpI7gm3UFu7tVBRpva3coZOq_5jUTVsyTO_2tt-jO8ozQD7g8g7oa8k89beMI_b5nz1jr/s200/IMG_1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344504735507010" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66ZxPKejKIVLjOakG4puLgpHD1vri11SXIcf2aOa0o81j9beypGb5JfxtT64fN8NrcxveXy1TbdoHViqjnqLpLA4g8OeiHCsQ7rs7nUgOrr5x1Q9HoTXwNK2ODqVN5UUafV3xfznS7d9B/s1600-h/IMG_1271.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66ZxPKejKIVLjOakG4puLgpHD1vri11SXIcf2aOa0o81j9beypGb5JfxtT64fN8NrcxveXy1TbdoHViqjnqLpLA4g8OeiHCsQ7rs7nUgOrr5x1Q9HoTXwNK2ODqVN5UUafV3xfznS7d9B/s200/IMG_1271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344522072470002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Then for some strange reason I decided that I was going to invite some classmates over for a pre reunion party. Just a couple of cocktails...what was I thinking?? Very impromptu and everyone had a good time seeing each other prior to the craziness of a reunion started.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6w6v828Ex3MnE3RTowlO9XmI-Z79TF81HLXqNLAsjnGuWdwnPp6l9RJ3sfZVyaJbrm1UxC_mlNzPzwXdZr6uumTZmbeMswI2gLiZ3Pk3HI1Jmv8tufzm3pvDtVOfcxyFYUuMLtORovahZ/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6w6v828Ex3MnE3RTowlO9XmI-Z79TF81HLXqNLAsjnGuWdwnPp6l9RJ3sfZVyaJbrm1UxC_mlNzPzwXdZr6uumTZmbeMswI2gLiZ3Pk3HI1Jmv8tufzm3pvDtVOfcxyFYUuMLtORovahZ/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363347053231775138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">All the 1989 graduates</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">who came over prior to the reunion. My best friends since 8th grade: Aimee (standing behind the guy in the white and green striped shirt) and Alisha (standing in front of Joe who is in the back in the blue shirt) are in this picture. I love, love, love these girls. I only wish I could see them more often.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FpWzFNmtoPjuwXlhK7eNBt8cP8xjPp5OKrZcv9Q-PgEvpUOunSAXad7SA_fJcVDfSz9v-6nM-lJPfA2ClrLkdww_AByMBjlVjaPpX9Qadfc8VI-5EUPZeUo4V0hyphenhyphenM9sKSZLBsuNH48QM/s1600-h/IMG_1257.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FpWzFNmtoPjuwXlhK7eNBt8cP8xjPp5OKrZcv9Q-PgEvpUOunSAXad7SA_fJcVDfSz9v-6nM-lJPfA2ClrLkdww_AByMBjlVjaPpX9Qadfc8VI-5EUPZeUo4V0hyphenhyphenM9sKSZLBsuNH48QM/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363347047413656770" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Joe & Tracy Hubbard-Thank goodness for Tracy, not only is she the wonderful wife of my classmate Joe but she helped me get ready for the pre-reunion party and most of all...drove three slightly (taken very, very loosely) intoxicated reunion revelers home in the wee hours of the morning. I knew saying yes to Joe when he asked if he and Tracy could stay with me would end up being a very good idea.</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwWn8fxFcr_NpNsmKezoRqTfow3Ittdtn_VS_CCujomkHWxhQDtBJbPfyOmDq6ZGWIftpHL0TOslw_3RhaE3_TYcipGsQlNMJ08eOmfN3sU4vha6vtb9K2U-sl_E_GBTS4n2hcEIYFt6D/s1600-h/IMG_1297.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwWn8fxFcr_NpNsmKezoRqTfow3Ittdtn_VS_CCujomkHWxhQDtBJbPfyOmDq6ZGWIftpHL0TOslw_3RhaE3_TYcipGsQlNMJ08eOmfN3sU4vha6vtb9K2U-sl_E_GBTS4n2hcEIYFt6D/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363350021415939042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Me, Amy & Suzanne "The Committee"</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWJ1j3sL6OzeYAWesAhBAxwOq8lelcnoFLylPNnaCsIfEj1MKicx731Z-LQFoVsQ3SzMYlnzf4kTPodIasZWqtpBLzZJqvZZSy5Hk0CSjqDdwaoGeHMA8kHSMUxbOTyw9nU72FWp1Fg2w/s1600-h/IMG_1281.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWJ1j3sL6OzeYAWesAhBAxwOq8lelcnoFLylPNnaCsIfEj1MKicx731Z-LQFoVsQ3SzMYlnzf4kTPodIasZWqtpBLzZJqvZZSy5Hk0CSjqDdwaoGeHMA8kHSMUxbOTyw9nU72FWp1Fg2w/s320/IMG_1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363350028003606626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love this picture of Jon...of course he hates it. What is up with that??!!<br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4eOz90yGsJ78PS4Cp6KnaJGTxUf2gcq93vWJo4XDvb62ZX9iaEnU0uyfj-X87S_PlJAKhXmbmMlLWe1QBDmrm9S9JW7WLuCAaPs6ybuH981NA-f1dpqpVUHtyLcVIbmJ9SsJjeGWL2_d/s1600-h/MHS+Reunion+July+2009+074.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4eOz90yGsJ78PS4Cp6KnaJGTxUf2gcq93vWJo4XDvb62ZX9iaEnU0uyfj-X87S_PlJAKhXmbmMlLWe1QBDmrm9S9JW7WLuCAaPs6ybuH981NA-f1dpqpVUHtyLcVIbmJ9SsJjeGWL2_d/s320/MHS+Reunion+July+2009+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363351964796640850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Of course he'll hate this one too...</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Y7U4nf08g2dxsN61gMEV_5mHCo6cRasbFEI-ZHFCbdUectx1sViRlNXzq_G2VaZnxEZP_Wkwxn0CFFT3Qovlss6TGa24FcpTcGax6ls0UTFm7XiDHmjw1WA7ppcHWTfDQm1A9MORvrkc/s1600-h/MHS+Reunion+July+2009+076.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Y7U4nf08g2dxsN61gMEV_5mHCo6cRasbFEI-ZHFCbdUectx1sViRlNXzq_G2VaZnxEZP_Wkwxn0CFFT3Qovlss6TGa24FcpTcGax6ls0UTFm7XiDHmjw1WA7ppcHWTfDQm1A9MORvrkc/s320/MHS+Reunion+July+2009+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363351974644029010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And this one but I really like it</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFh1Rz8neJ-ZdnQ8UV2cbvoko7_K252pDtzz3-eDLpG4DhsTbpTAQdQMcnJPcRLV1jLjaRGbGcWQKKCSCS5643ipQZK8HP2YGLl-6OWN7TODYLajr6CfwanrY9MZHPwvrLJrWq1xKdHHW/s1600-h/6180_1188005986247_1411247747_30530368_6318198_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFh1Rz8neJ-ZdnQ8UV2cbvoko7_K252pDtzz3-eDLpG4DhsTbpTAQdQMcnJPcRLV1jLjaRGbGcWQKKCSCS5643ipQZK8HP2YGLl-6OWN7TODYLajr6CfwanrY9MZHPwvrLJrWq1xKdHHW/s320/6180_1188005986247_1411247747_30530368_6318198_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363351980968806002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Way later in the evening and the only reason I dare post it considering how non-sober I look is to show my friend Joe. For all he knew it could have been a really nice photo he was messing up with his juvenile display. Where was Tracy when I really needed her</span>?? :)</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Of course this was not the only juvenile display going on at the reunion by this time... I haven't even mentioned the karaoke that started at about 10pm. </span></span><br /></div><br />We were eventually (the entire group) asked to leave. I mean really??? I realize that we had the country club from 7-11pm and it was almost 1am before everyone finally got out of there but ask us to leave?? Just kidding, everyone NEEDED to go home. I heard someone say it was like herding cats. No one wanted to leave. Including myself. I could have watched Jon attempt to sing "Moondance" all night.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-35646349829074020612009-07-09T23:45:00.005-05:002009-07-12T07:28:08.670-05:0020th Reunion-One Week OutMy 20 year reunion is this coming weekend, July 17-18. I am finally looking forward to it. It has basically been a one woman reunion committee (with yours truly being the committee) and yesterday I think I have gotten all my ducks in a row. Only a few things still need to be finished but I believe I have all my bases covered. I wanted to have the majority of things done because I know something always comes up that isn't planned. Last night I finished the name tags. Woah! How we have changed!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uOywNrqcm5z9M-0eg8BsT25D9QJmv8bz967NrxLHYL-4Gh4AQ9lZx2Qv1kfbh42eslrcFfrW4upoOqmFxtLD8zucItcc6bxV1gJ9bItzGXZub8VSxDMzT4juUYpkaUCHgDXHskVqzMtu/s1600-h/White,+Michele.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uOywNrqcm5z9M-0eg8BsT25D9QJmv8bz967NrxLHYL-4Gh4AQ9lZx2Qv1kfbh42eslrcFfrW4upoOqmFxtLD8zucItcc6bxV1gJ9bItzGXZub8VSxDMzT4juUYpkaUCHgDXHskVqzMtu/s320/White,+Michele.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357547247734176018" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxf5OYOWTp-3X8ugitDtxcD4JHodfyJvb3MGJ2NcwC4Z6GyGqW9O70qwMFFphCeT5acpPacW-UuNdCpLCq6rJe1fFwk2lUwziH5NRVGciUt6eM5UWVfPkkj20Ng-QBPKDvhSByouT_ZIXq/s1600-h/Hahn,+Jon.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxf5OYOWTp-3X8ugitDtxcD4JHodfyJvb3MGJ2NcwC4Z6GyGqW9O70qwMFFphCeT5acpPacW-UuNdCpLCq6rJe1fFwk2lUwziH5NRVGciUt6eM5UWVfPkkj20Ng-QBPKDvhSByouT_ZIXq/s320/Hahn,+Jon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357547108385171906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Jon and my Senior Portraits...all I can say for mine is "HOLY HAIR"!!! My hair is naturally curly and I straighten it now. I don't think I could replicate this hairstyle if I tried. </span><br /></div></div>Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-32273077165785531212009-06-27T23:51:00.003-05:002009-06-28T00:09:06.018-05:00Self PortraitsHow I love self portraits. We had just gotten back from the beach and I begged Jon to take some pictures. These are far from perfect but I just love the way we look. He never has a problem taking photos of me but getting him to take one is a entirely different matter. He has a great smile. I know, I've seen it. He says that he doesn't look like himself in photos; I told him that if would smile with his mouth open that he would. He is not convinced. Whenever we place "friendly wagers" with each other I always say that I want a smiling picture of him. He lost one recently so when he comes home on Thursday (yeah!) I'm collecting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuZABifhhtQcYSTHr14Q7iMzLTz414Fn0NUvg6YDytKrNWz4zJ9xBEEcWAhXdMqfS0pA5df4g9-ga5yYHtcUkjn0FL0hlGv3GCE9SG9tA65XLBsllq46mvutRPnbuDzXGrbSiFxpMHdca/s1600-h/Jon+%26+Shelly+1+Close+Up+%232.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuZABifhhtQcYSTHr14Q7iMzLTz414Fn0NUvg6YDytKrNWz4zJ9xBEEcWAhXdMqfS0pA5df4g9-ga5yYHtcUkjn0FL0hlGv3GCE9SG9tA65XLBsllq46mvutRPnbuDzXGrbSiFxpMHdca/s320/Jon+%26+Shelly+1+Close+Up+%232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352240003579702050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VEBlc65rxaNg_oErT1-hwT3X-sIgY1Jz7yWwL_5rMiv8W6E1bxunWqTfer7UEhVIus8QxpJRSBwwJVD9wROKpsVOqcD7f80eR08OwolZNuHvzVOuMUaizFcDI2YiZGQFm5qnVFW4gxNg/s1600-h/Jon+%26+Shelly+4+%232.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VEBlc65rxaNg_oErT1-hwT3X-sIgY1Jz7yWwL_5rMiv8W6E1bxunWqTfer7UEhVIus8QxpJRSBwwJVD9wROKpsVOqcD7f80eR08OwolZNuHvzVOuMUaizFcDI2YiZGQFm5qnVFW4gxNg/s320/Jon+%26+Shelly+4+%232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352240002818094002" border="0" /></a>Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-27039033055407450652009-03-09T09:56:00.006-05:002009-06-23T23:22:18.146-05:00Crush RevisitedWhat do you do when your old junior high crush comes back into your life? Let me preface this by saying that we are both single so there isn't anything funny (or not so funny) going on. I am one of the main people in charge of my 20 year high school reunion. As I was trying to find people on Facebook and Classmates.com I came across his name. I knew the basics about what he had been doing for the past 20 years, Bay County isn't that big so word gets around but I don't think I have talked to him face to face in God knows how long. Also let me say that he didn't know I had the biggest crush on him. I was WAY to insecure around guys for that!<br /><br />I started writing this post March 9. Let's just say that in the three months that have lapsed much has changed in my life. The "crush", Jon, came in town mid March and we have been together ever since. Since he is an Officer in the Army stationed at Fort Jackson, SC there have been many trips to Jacksonville, Florida (half way for both of us). I would drive every weekend if that meant he didn't have to be stationed overseas in Iraq or Afghanistan. How I am praying that won't happen! He is up for orders so anything is possible. As it is the weekends we don't see each other are absolutely terrible so having him half a world away...well I don't even want to think about it!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh how I love my blue eyed boy!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqca_fOG_G9FoDD-YU8IQojdgIDUy8DazGR7CPz6jPG-yHG_oSTZ2A0KPuUOCFHYARcnZUUUQmx9Do8x-PEbN6s-L1geHsAi3zai5EALKloCdMXyrGk3Xw2LTvKFLyUo840dHgf_zFYmSP/s1600-h/Jon+Troy+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqca_fOG_G9FoDD-YU8IQojdgIDUy8DazGR7CPz6jPG-yHG_oSTZ2A0KPuUOCFHYARcnZUUUQmx9Do8x-PEbN6s-L1geHsAi3zai5EALKloCdMXyrGk3Xw2LTvKFLyUo840dHgf_zFYmSP/s320/Jon+Troy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350741242387119378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This is Jon when he played football for Troy State University in 1989. </span><br /></div></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span>Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-35536463086893913792009-02-05T17:31:00.007-06:002009-02-05T21:11:44.432-06:00Life Goes On...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoFmkYKUpLCd7QkNFtuAFqGr-CcJURKlNbvFodwpPiwI7fsBMAuN58e1iSOzpSAdlkJf_GH2AG3CR7nVaWASKIDEsmBsZbVq_aqVJ6J4koPPAnuRgtHWjgT6zFiG2mbpR4zEn6PCuKAK4/s1600-h/IMG_0527.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoFmkYKUpLCd7QkNFtuAFqGr-CcJURKlNbvFodwpPiwI7fsBMAuN58e1iSOzpSAdlkJf_GH2AG3CR7nVaWASKIDEsmBsZbVq_aqVJ6J4koPPAnuRgtHWjgT6zFiG2mbpR4zEn6PCuKAK4/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299513865371603634" border="0" /></a><br />Roxie and I are adjusting to life without Dixie. There are times that it just seems odd that she is not here. I notice that Roxie doesn't like to spend a lot of time in the backyard anymore. She loves to come out front with me and will roam around as long as I will let her but in the backyard, nope. She'd rather be inside with me.<br /><br />A very welcomed thing has happened though. Tuesday when I came home from work I called for Roxie and looked towards her kennel. No Roxie in the kennel. Since Tammy, my cleaning lady, came that day I figured she was in the backyard. I called for her in the backyard. Not there either. I started to get worried. I walk back in the house and I see Roxie skulking down the hall. Skulking like she has done something wrong. Like <span style="font-style: italic;">BE OUT OF THE KENNEL</span>. Roxie out of the kennel has only led to bad things. <a href="http://fuzzyinnerpeace.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-one-bites-dust.html">Destroying an area rug</a>, <a href="http://fuzzyinnerpeace.blogspot.com/2008/10/roxie-strikes-again.html">destroying a heart rate monitor watch</a>, destroying three remotes to name a few. She did nothing. Nothing. I honestly think all she did all day was sleep. We are at day three and she hasn't done anything destructive. I hope this trend continues. I like not having to put in the kennel when I leave the house. It makes me feel less guilty.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-66855381741146372342009-01-21T18:37:00.006-06:002009-01-21T19:22:20.620-06:00Heartbroken<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvrs6Adq8ALDetkbd011ILLNl8mqxlijztnDZX12T_5FY3GvxbkTfdxpAsOEEv1YCWAWVaSqmzhum9lCsihPGZ6_8gvLt1z-EV8FnOKBRK6QYzdwROHpyBxcOM3aj_bUUt6DyykDpKKYr/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvrs6Adq8ALDetkbd011ILLNl8mqxlijztnDZX12T_5FY3GvxbkTfdxpAsOEEv1YCWAWVaSqmzhum9lCsihPGZ6_8gvLt1z-EV8FnOKBRK6QYzdwROHpyBxcOM3aj_bUUt6DyykDpKKYr/s320/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293911566542068930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dixie<br />June 11, 2005-January 21, 2009<br /></div><br />Today I am heartbroken and I will probably be heartbroken tomorrow too. Today I came home to find that my beloved "Dixie-Girl" had died. Dixie had been terribly, terribly sick for two months and yesterday I found out that she did not have cancer. I was elated. I thought she was on her way to recovery. I was waiting on her biopsy results to determine exactly what she had (the general consensus of two vets was that she had a really horrible case of Irritated Bowel Syndrome). I guess that her little body that had lost 30% of her body weight just couldn't take it anymore.<br /><br />Right now I miss my dog. I miss her and my eyes are swollen from crying. I miss her and I have a horrible crying headache. I miss her and I see Roxie going all over the house looking for her friend. Dixie is the dog that I made sleep with me after I got divorced. She would try to sleep in the extra bedroom and I would MAKE her come sleep with me. She'd give me this look like I was pathetic. Even though she drove me crazy with her running around the neighborhood like a crazy dog she was MY crazy dog. I wouldn't have changed her personality for the world and I will never find another dog like her...nor would I want to.<br /><br />This it is this image that I will miss the most. I have an ottoman right under the front window and Dixie would hop on that ottoman and watch me leave. And like clockwork she would be looking for me to come home. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufbg6u7oHrT0CfK5mH6FbQbzGGzJbA_-EdnFRjgiclmzUu9yumk_KIx2Z47joSdsIv4kgVy0AFizzWYlF5UT6coNgptZcXOATVqgltraTjttfJjOT48R1F6wBKT3mJX-grjIOlPB8g0hC/s1600-h/Dixie+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufbg6u7oHrT0CfK5mH6FbQbzGGzJbA_-EdnFRjgiclmzUu9yumk_KIx2Z47joSdsIv4kgVy0AFizzWYlF5UT6coNgptZcXOATVqgltraTjttfJjOT48R1F6wBKT3mJX-grjIOlPB8g0hC/s320/Dixie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293910890685336850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Good Bye my Dixie-Girl, I love you and I will never forget you.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-27887576555005627002009-01-11T17:26:00.003-06:002009-01-11T17:44:20.939-06:00Witness ProtectionI recently purchased my first SLR camera. It is the Canon EOS Digital Rebel XSi/450D and I LOVE it. Love, love, love it and I am sure I will love it even more when I know how to use it properly. My dogs have been subjected to countless photos. Countless. Well, let me be more honest, Dixie has been subjected to countless photos because she will let me photograph her. Roxie has let me take a couple but if the flash is on she is outta there. She is a blur in most of them or standing behind Dixie. It is like she doesn't want her likeness captured. She must be part Indian or in doggie witness protection.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPTtc9vYLEOZLP7p72H7GQLc7OHUZNd7TuzKO23PuOyrlTvpfghf-PDK7P7xl42phewfFHR908yP6k1tARrOmmPadrY-aUW86oha3khY3i1l460l58XW2pXtbzm5QZKq6ez2N7CqhIMYS/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPTtc9vYLEOZLP7p72H7GQLc7OHUZNd7TuzKO23PuOyrlTvpfghf-PDK7P7xl42phewfFHR908yP6k1tARrOmmPadrY-aUW86oha3khY3i1l460l58XW2pXtbzm5QZKq6ez2N7CqhIMYS/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290184790448858866" /></a><br /><br />You can actually see just how sick Dixie has been with IBS (Irritated Bowl Syndrome). I am NOT mistreating my dog. She just has been horribly, horribly sick. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteSAYh9GVrcuYzPJ9bUrbhoy2jYX7AnWUI1cTs7rq_oZlXe2EB2wVzX_M7xR1ybMQy3r61iLRx-bseIZ7WlvquYxwagI7kfZEaGtqKCXG6BQ5Icua7CmrjJjp8GdgcS-wzmD_ukiqj6Ye/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteSAYh9GVrcuYzPJ9bUrbhoy2jYX7AnWUI1cTs7rq_oZlXe2EB2wVzX_M7xR1ybMQy3r61iLRx-bseIZ7WlvquYxwagI7kfZEaGtqKCXG6BQ5Icua7CmrjJjp8GdgcS-wzmD_ukiqj6Ye/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290184794076102066" /></a><br /><br />I had to act like I was taking a picture of Dixie...Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-48898064399250313122008-12-21T19:23:00.002-06:002008-12-21T19:36:25.821-06:00Christmas Card<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dQuN7WnGfkhW2ZuZ4wiKppKVCTv0DGPiFRIrfbNoY-Bj53SgN9jX4qE1dkMMZljMFHjKUEIvMQXEaV-Th6X3QgrZxIluE90aDGNeL9Y-0k6kgsgg2eVM-USIVfGPMfCnrEGEY7czx23m/s1600-h/IMG_1056.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dQuN7WnGfkhW2ZuZ4wiKppKVCTv0DGPiFRIrfbNoY-Bj53SgN9jX4qE1dkMMZljMFHjKUEIvMQXEaV-Th6X3QgrZxIluE90aDGNeL9Y-0k6kgsgg2eVM-USIVfGPMfCnrEGEY7czx23m/s320/IMG_1056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282419297996549618" /></a><br /><br />Yes, I am one of "those" people. Those people who take photos with their pets for Christmas cards. To tell the truth I like receiving Christmas cards with photos. Therefore I give Christmas cards with photos. I could just give out cards with Dixie & Roxie only but they will not sit long enough for a photo to be taken and since my sister doesn't have a camera with a super fast shutter I have to be in the photo. <br /><br />Sam's Club is wonderful when it comes to doing these cards. You take your photo, upload it to their website, pick your card and viola! Christmas cards in two hours or less. When we went to pick up the cards yesterday we noticed that Roxie blends into my sweater and if her tongue had not been hanging out you wouldn't see her. Well except for that her eyes are this glowing robot green. <br /><br />I also must confess that this isn't my Christmas tree. This photo was taken at my sister's house. I did not put up a tree this year and since Roxie almost took Beth's tree out it was a good idea not to. Roxie decided that she must go under the tree in order to get around. Needless to say we took the photo tout suite. <br /><br />I hope everyone is have a very Merry Christmas!<br />MicheleMichellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-25750408568577245642008-11-21T16:22:00.002-06:002008-11-21T16:34:25.053-06:00Dixie Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsDzz9xv8_lJSv7GIOwzvKmQt4QGRwmHhKLvYEz8WZxOYIwHsUDFp-PTIAErphxXKPWmOyPJ0gypqlfYNUmwR3RAMNgXU-IfZny5SYXuGIg6ZJMNx-BzRSuUJhKd13U2sk3khFkIV0fnEZ/s1600-h/Dixie+Girl.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsDzz9xv8_lJSv7GIOwzvKmQt4QGRwmHhKLvYEz8WZxOYIwHsUDFp-PTIAErphxXKPWmOyPJ0gypqlfYNUmwR3RAMNgXU-IfZny5SYXuGIg6ZJMNx-BzRSuUJhKd13U2sk3khFkIV0fnEZ/s320/Dixie+Girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271241031384042098" /></a><br /><br />This picture of Dixie just cracks me up. My friend Verena took it with her awesome camera. I think I need an awesome camera.<br /><br />I find that I always call Dixie "Dixie Girl". I am not sure how that started. I only call her Dixie when I am irritated with her about something, mainly escaping.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-58311843632013244382008-11-16T13:24:00.002-06:002008-11-16T13:30:02.349-06:00Physical Training Session-The Rest of ThemI finished the rest of my sessions. All 20. I lost a total of 8 pounds and over 4 inches. I am very pleased. I signed up for an additional 10 sessions but this time I am only going on Tuesday and Thursday. I told Mark that I would re-evaluate after the next 10 sessions. Thankfully he doesn't pressure you to continue. Maybe he is using reverse psychology. Ha! I never thought of that until right now!Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-55745279968037219532008-11-16T13:08:00.004-06:002008-11-16T13:23:30.901-06:00Dixie-The November Escape<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTBcQfzL_K7F0tt-a1HqhuRk7K-3NndCyZynswWWFwS2gsoMrvpPEvR8llhbAuyYyIbtIyf6bIm4Hfx1O56UMoR1fwTAbmwkPvmBGrddZn7GPPTsFQyht9Wv9x7cOvB_SbHy2RT-3_e8H0/s1600-h/Found!+002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTBcQfzL_K7F0tt-a1HqhuRk7K-3NndCyZynswWWFwS2gsoMrvpPEvR8llhbAuyYyIbtIyf6bIm4Hfx1O56UMoR1fwTAbmwkPvmBGrddZn7GPPTsFQyht9Wv9x7cOvB_SbHy2RT-3_e8H0/s320/Found!+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269335634946296466" /></a><br />This is the look that Dixie gives me when I finally get her back home after a 4 1/2 hour escape. I don't think she looks very sorry. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8WXL-pqLzfVw_IjxTRmyd_tSJAa4uheb8qReI64jcSlHTY6H818b6ZC_nZ5p2spwVt6keVEhuhyphenhyphen6u2Oa24HlbYtP8Lb1t62_qLp2vI-wfZTGlvWW6Aw5I0kRdvih-DdqDZmkhTZvL_win/s1600-h/Found!+004.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8WXL-pqLzfVw_IjxTRmyd_tSJAa4uheb8qReI64jcSlHTY6H818b6ZC_nZ5p2spwVt6keVEhuhyphenhyphen6u2Oa24HlbYtP8Lb1t62_qLp2vI-wfZTGlvWW6Aw5I0kRdvih-DdqDZmkhTZvL_win/s320/Found!+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269334968714382594" /></a><br />This is the looks she give me when I tell her to go get in the tub. She knows what that means. Do you notice that you can see her ribs? Me too. I take this dog to the vet on a routine basis because I am afraid she is too skinny. But honestly it is very hard to keep weight on her when she is CONSTANTLY running when she is outside. Then on the occasions when she escapes she could be running up until the moment she is caught. I wish I had her stamina. I feed her dog food for "Active Dogs" with no fillers and high in protein but I don't think they have any idea just how "active" Dixie is. I am honestly afraid that one of these times when she is out that someone will find her and think that she is being abused. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmp_0nCfNlKPLAyrjA3z8BzfiCBsRx-sX9D45lHFxLvSiwfIVw2X60sBbT4CKt1IrbQrE5lCiB_aSVIijtPq6rFeoMXHxtZ8FVgLbI57lsfI8Sj_j07iQUom2lYNmizQfSvKvk9q5TmQ2O/s1600-h/Found!.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmp_0nCfNlKPLAyrjA3z8BzfiCBsRx-sX9D45lHFxLvSiwfIVw2X60sBbT4CKt1IrbQrE5lCiB_aSVIijtPq6rFeoMXHxtZ8FVgLbI57lsfI8Sj_j07iQUom2lYNmizQfSvKvk9q5TmQ2O/s320/Found!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269334975399610018" /></a><br />This is post-tub. She slept all day. Must be nice.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-82500543797699002532008-11-16T12:51:00.004-06:002008-11-16T13:08:23.371-06:00Another One Bites The DustYeah. So. This is the destruction I came home to Wednesday night. At the time I had no words to describe my shock.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9JRGXdrvk-Lekq1WVisppjLtrT2ZB5yxB7RgW3ZNZWkslbcP3dQ5TM88g3bCSpMSdtpyBJyYRRpEHmP28uvFOofO_5JlFWMfanw__WtyT9StwZ3YMpsjAPh4BsNjDbl5asjOq8kvZSfk/s1600-h/Roxie-Rug+003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9JRGXdrvk-Lekq1WVisppjLtrT2ZB5yxB7RgW3ZNZWkslbcP3dQ5TM88g3bCSpMSdtpyBJyYRRpEHmP28uvFOofO_5JlFWMfanw__WtyT9StwZ3YMpsjAPh4BsNjDbl5asjOq8kvZSfk/s320/Roxie-Rug+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269330740684420274" /></a><br />I had put up everything possible that Roxie might like to chew on (aka DESTROY). Well for some reason a wool rug did not enter my mind of possible things that she might like to eat. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MuWwcqers0I4j7mRUSZggsnpJZrUA6wVX7gpQ2Wokg4Hz8uDiUiYYDFrJcF24XgfZgmO19Ka9BC9_YN6kbPug7ULzquA4uIUaceHOljyqwqIAwvZa-OYalYLzOoOxyHbL5V8KX6ERb2l/s1600-h/Roxie-Rug+002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MuWwcqers0I4j7mRUSZggsnpJZrUA6wVX7gpQ2Wokg4Hz8uDiUiYYDFrJcF24XgfZgmO19Ka9BC9_YN6kbPug7ULzquA4uIUaceHOljyqwqIAwvZa-OYalYLzOoOxyHbL5V8KX6ERb2l/s320/Roxie-Rug+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269330731413642322" /></a><br />When I first got Roxie she ate a litany of items: remote controls (3), heart rate monitiors (1), shoes (oh I don't know 3 pairs), a year's worth of Oprah magazines and the list goes on. I had taken to putting her in the kennel when I left the house. I would test her on occasion to see if she has gotten any better and she had been doing good. Until Wednesday. If I leave her out I will put everything up and I will give her a raw hide bone. Wednesday I ran out of raw hides. The destruction of the wool run ensued. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQOoKJrn45lvnScFqEk-Lw2jpB3b07GvBqSu82ImgIj3GENe7U4bKYxG3oc4ajqDAcob86avxxZvA9caeWB7IqoFaR_v7HJT7kJoacEnMjvBxjSXIeQA7rH23Gbv_QDs373-oKdf-v-cN/s1600-h/Roxie-Rug+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQOoKJrn45lvnScFqEk-Lw2jpB3b07GvBqSu82ImgIj3GENe7U4bKYxG3oc4ajqDAcob86avxxZvA9caeWB7IqoFaR_v7HJT7kJoacEnMjvBxjSXIeQA7rH23Gbv_QDs373-oKdf-v-cN/s320/Roxie-Rug+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269330727329146226" /></a><br />Yeah. So. I am guessing she's not quite over her separation anxiety.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-23434790336892483952008-10-27T15:09:00.003-05:002008-10-27T15:39:48.783-05:00The Devil in Disguise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27H2d5REINSGPxv2nn5JOuh6Pv2Z4tjMgawPlMDJ34Qsmq43y6nJEVQ1JD8t_4yQApVSB1PvjTqjQCQWAfk5KebJei2Aj5CTM6W3Dq8ehMAoUe32obivtFU69LC30sAl4C14oi6_JxXdr/s1600-h/Halloweeen+002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27H2d5REINSGPxv2nn5JOuh6Pv2Z4tjMgawPlMDJ34Qsmq43y6nJEVQ1JD8t_4yQApVSB1PvjTqjQCQWAfk5KebJei2Aj5CTM6W3Dq8ehMAoUe32obivtFU69LC30sAl4C14oi6_JxXdr/s320/Halloweeen+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261929210381674338" /></a><br />Since Roxie is a Lab/Pit Bull Terrier Mix people assume that she has ferocious tendencies. Nothing could be further from the truth. She is one of the sweetest and most mild mannered dog I have ever met. Except for the fact that she likes to chew my possessions I think she is pretty perfect. Old Navy has on sale this week their dog Halloween costumes. I had seen this devil costume a couple of weeks back and didn't think I wanted to spend/waste $20. Well yesterday it was on sale for 50% off and I just had to have it. I thought it would be so cute to dress up Roxie and Dixie. I put the cape and horns on Roxie first. She looked so adorable and we all started laughing (I have my friends Swen and Verina staying with me for Ironman Florida). I think we gave her some sort of complex. She hid under the dining room table and in the picture Swen is trying to coax her out. She wouldn't come out until we took the costume off. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ElVOPqS3ZbtjXj8gY4aB4ypH4Y-QJ378yUEqy5SObcLx15ZTKfc9cCdNyBFFRRxrGZcn29ROtaEJfUwoG_B-xtT2mBldPVJv1xqwT_Bhqo-3Ns9vDO8Ak4Jscm2L_YYLQy8e9JJT9cc1/s1600-h/Halloweeen+003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ElVOPqS3ZbtjXj8gY4aB4ypH4Y-QJ378yUEqy5SObcLx15ZTKfc9cCdNyBFFRRxrGZcn29ROtaEJfUwoG_B-xtT2mBldPVJv1xqwT_Bhqo-3Ns9vDO8Ak4Jscm2L_YYLQy8e9JJT9cc1/s320/Halloweeen+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261929214323160418" /></a><br />Dixie on the other hand thought she was the bomb. She pranced around the living room and "posed" for pictures. Well let me tell you that costume fits her perfect. She most definitely can be the devil sometimes. When Swen and Verina said they were coming to Florida I warned them of all the crazy quirks my dogs have. Number one with Dixie is that if you give her a couple of seconds with an open door she takes off like a bat out of hell. Catching her is next to impossible. She literally has to wear herself out and then she will allow you to bring her home. This takes a minimum of 2 hours. This morning Swen made the mistake of opening the front door and just stood there. I was about 2 seconds too late. I called his name to warn him and then Dixie took off. Swen felt so bad. Since I have been through this at least 25 times I was calm and I tried to let him know that we would get her in about 3 hours. I realize that she could get hurt in the interim but since no one is able to catch her there is so sense in driving around getting frustrated. <br /><br />When I got to work I got a call from my friend Suzanne. Suzanne lives about 4 blocks from me and has helped me catch Dixie in the past. "Do you know that Dixie is out running like a crazy dog down Maine Avenue?" Yep. "Okay, just checking. Let me know if she's still out after the kids get out of school and we will come help you find her." I love friends like this. Next call one hour later. My friend Cullen, who has a very thick southern accent, "Your damn dog is running all over Maine Avenue." Yep. This time I decided I would go and try to catch her since Cullen had Suzanne's husband with him. Sometimes she can be caught with three people plus it has been about 2 hours. She should be getting tired. No such luck. We saw her numerous times and Cullen was even 3 feet from her at one point. I went back to work knowing that if I didn't catch her before Swen got back from swimming he would feel even worse. He had already spent an hour looking for her even after I told him to wait. About 11AM I get a call from my neighbor 2 blocks from my house. They have Dixie. She just walked up to their back door. Poor thing was tired. Not really feeling sorry for her. Not even now. My neighbor wanted to know if I wanted them to let her go (are you CRAZY???) or if I wanted to come pick her up. Needless to say, I went there directly. <br /><br />Too bad she likes the devil costume or I would make her wear it as a punishment. I think instead I will give her a nice leisurely bath. Since giving her a bath is the bane of her existence I think it will be fitting given her antics this morning. Plus she stinks to high heaven.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-16895984821513658262008-10-19T21:32:00.004-05:002008-10-20T09:44:54.330-05:00Isn't She Lovely?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwY_QdKjMQfllbCgBLHqKO9GbU_G62faUkuwqlNOqxxvFgGU2VZtFUpuLSy1ABqX7Ysj0c0SAhNfnVl9mxvBXb8FV3YP8jshwIXGFyW6IRjo16lnQBqsKimcEaKG5L985aENV9lZG6rYLr/s1600-h/Backyard+026.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwY_QdKjMQfllbCgBLHqKO9GbU_G62faUkuwqlNOqxxvFgGU2VZtFUpuLSy1ABqX7Ysj0c0SAhNfnVl9mxvBXb8FV3YP8jshwIXGFyW6IRjo16lnQBqsKimcEaKG5L985aENV9lZG6rYLr/s320/Backyard+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259059337778172594" /></a><br />My niece, Emily Brock, will turn ten on October 30th. I cannot believe she is ten sometimes and then other times I think she is a teenager. Bless her heart, she is always concerned about her "Aunt Shelly" and the status of my relationships (or lack thereof). She is thoroughly convinced that I need to go on eharmony or match.com because "they really work".Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-48105751237477862952008-10-19T21:03:00.004-05:002008-10-19T21:23:58.958-05:00Roxie Strikes Again!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EGcuGi4wXhbOUDkVOlxzdtgpgb4kYIY1BnDnC5AY9rV7S5-rVvcja9nPuErszPPy_gVLry1lFvguM8xhsEsassuBrch0kHishdQErd3lA5ySg3-bdKubZZ08usm0gWRP__DUnJEOiYMf/s1600-h/Backyard+019.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EGcuGi4wXhbOUDkVOlxzdtgpgb4kYIY1BnDnC5AY9rV7S5-rVvcja9nPuErszPPy_gVLry1lFvguM8xhsEsassuBrch0kHishdQErd3lA5ySg3-bdKubZZ08usm0gWRP__DUnJEOiYMf/s320/Backyard+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259051384143300546" /></a><br /><br /><br />I really don't understand how a dog that not only looks so sweet but also acts so sweet and loving insists on chewing up my possessions! Now I have to add my heart rate monitor to the list of:<br /><br />3 Remote Controls (thankfully Comcast thinks it is amusing)<br />An ENTIRE year of Oprah magazines<br />4 Burned CD's<br />One shoe each of six pairs of shoes<br /><br />After this laundry list of chewed up items I started putting her in the kennel when I leave the house. Slowly I have been letting her have short stints out when I go out. I clear the floor, coffee table and end tables and shut all the doors to the bedrooms. Last night I did the same think but I didn't realize my HRM watch was on the couch. When I got back after being gone an hour she had chewed up a sample ballot of the upcoming general election (not a huge loss consider the state of our nation) and as I was picking up the pieces of paper I noticed that some were heavier and made of plastic. Immediately I remember that I left my watch on the couch. This is all that is left:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7C-X61Yemt-kNUUSzbuzyzw2LR7PNG4AsUX0uvg6wNzir-kKZp9SGPALWYqvOHQksG0DreaX9gZjEV9y1fxusTbefGf-ie04avqHacTXp0HwLTFLXb6eBQ5ZyRqc2MVW2sZcrFcnS0Ea/s1600-h/Backyard+033.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7C-X61Yemt-kNUUSzbuzyzw2LR7PNG4AsUX0uvg6wNzir-kKZp9SGPALWYqvOHQksG0DreaX9gZjEV9y1fxusTbefGf-ie04avqHacTXp0HwLTFLXb6eBQ5ZyRqc2MVW2sZcrFcnS0Ea/s320/Backyard+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259053539004582450" /></a><br /><br />I thought I could just fix it and replace the watch band but the way she chewed it didn't look like it would work. Plus, I used this HRM almost everyday. So last night at 9:00PM, I am on the hunt for a new one. I went to Sports Authority and the manager was pulling down the gate. He was kind enough to let me in, I assured him I wasn't in there to browse and I knew exactly what I was looking for. Then I remembered seeing a $25 coupon earlier in the week so I was able to get the next model up for the same price as the one I bought before. This is my new HRM. I really like the fact that it's pink.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv6EbR-ZaegRD3lUvXy1sNHUgNX2AITPf7pMcjQbPVhYIawF7kS7aU44yWwkPolMCt5Yd2BViTgiToVCnf9HadYOTiGCYbAjruhBqttowqh7DjPWkcLhrYqgNxbEhfqrx3nkGfjJo9WZu/s1600-h/Backyard+038.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv6EbR-ZaegRD3lUvXy1sNHUgNX2AITPf7pMcjQbPVhYIawF7kS7aU44yWwkPolMCt5Yd2BViTgiToVCnf9HadYOTiGCYbAjruhBqttowqh7DjPWkcLhrYqgNxbEhfqrx3nkGfjJo9WZu/s320/Backyard+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259055233003972386" /></a><br /><br />I used it today at the gym. It's really cool. Well cool in a crazy expensive exercise gadget sort of way.<br /><br />See you soon!<br />MicheleMichellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-2325177293182897742008-10-15T08:04:00.002-05:002008-10-15T08:19:32.168-05:00Caloric IntakeLast night, while training, Mark and I got into a <span style="font-style: italic;">discussion</span> about calories. I am having to keep a food diary on this really neat website called "Spark People". You put in your food and exercise daily and it keeps track, etc. I know that tracking food is the best way to actually lose weight because I have used Weight Watchers before with success (but only if you keep doing it!) Anyhow, right now I am eating anywhere from 1200 to 1700 calories a day. I am exercising 5 days a week and on the days that I train I will burn anywhere from 700 to 1000 calories. Theoretically with those numbers I should lose pounds considering I am not counting the calories burned throughout my day. Let me say this, I am not looking to lose pounds quickly (i.e. in some "fad" diet sort of way). I want to lose pounds sensibly and in a matter I will be able to maintain after I finish my personal training. In our <span style="font-style:italic;">discussion</span> last night Mark tells me I should only be eating 1200-1500 calories a day. WHAT!! People I would literally be SO very hungry if I really had to cut those 200 calories. On the days I train, you cannot stop me from eating about one hour after I finish. I am so famished. So today I am wearing my HRM to work and I am going to see how many calories I burn normally. I <span style="font-weight:bold;">know</span> on the days I train I will be in a deficit. <br /><br />For instance, yesterday I consumed 1415 calories and I burned 740 at the gym last night. That difference is 675 of unburned calories. Well right now at 8:18AM I have already burned 456 calories. There is no way that buy then end of the day those 675 calories would have been left. No Way.<br /><br />I <span style="font-weight:bold;">need</span> those 200 calories. Really. Seriously.Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-27401608975194845162008-10-15T06:39:00.002-05:002008-10-15T06:56:24.271-05:00Physical Training Session #8, #9 & #10<span style="font-weight:bold;">Free weights are not my friend.</span> I have discovered this, well basically from session #1. Mark, my trainer, finds this quite amusing. I have no idea why I have such trouble, it isn't because my arms are weak, they are quite muscular, is it possible I have weak wrists? Perhaps. I am fine as long as I don't have to lift over my head because then everything goes willy nilly. Mark is always concerned that I am going to knock myself out. Needless to say he tries not to have me do too much overhead lifting. <br /><br />I am half way through my training. I am feeling better because I am actually losing weight, albeit not a lot (it still amazes me that it is SO easy to put on but SO hard to take off!) but any weight loss is good. I can tell that I have gotten stronger working out with Mark. I think this is because when I was doing strength training by myself I wouldn't push my muscles past a certain comfort level. He, on the other hand, pushes. <br /><br />Another thing that has helped is having a heart rate monitor. I LOVE the fact that it tells me how many calories I have burned. There is this feeling of such satisfaction seeing that number at the end of a workout. I do realize that the real reason I have this HRM is to tell me my level of exercise and this has helped me tremendously.<br /><br />I think I will ask Mark to take my measurements tonight just so I can see where I am. I have lost a total of four pounds but I'd like to see inches also.<br /><br />Until next time!<br />MicheleMichellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-5987282522384225072008-10-09T22:00:00.003-05:002008-10-09T22:07:06.299-05:00Physical Training Session #5, #6 & #7Well, I cannot say that I remember the specifics about these sessions except to say that when I leave I am drenched with sweat. I come home, cook dinner and I am normally in bed by 9:00PM. I haven't gone to bed that early in years, like high school. I am that zapped. I am actually getting at least 8 hours of sleep. It makes getting up in the morning so much easier. <br /><br />When I got on the scale this morning I was very happy to see that I had lost 3 pounds! Who would think that 3 pounds would make me so excited. Considering it has been the only reduction in weight I have had in 5 months it is no wonder. Progress is being made! Happy Day! <br /><br />MicheleMichellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-38605609850553210752008-10-04T07:27:00.006-05:002008-10-04T08:15:03.462-05:00Physical Training Session #4Ew, I am sore! My arms (two days later) still feel like jello. By the end of our session on Thursday Mark wanted me to do these bicep presses on the side of a weight bench and I actually felt like my arms wouldn't hold me up. He just looked at me like I was crazy and made me do something else. I guess this is what "they" (whoever they are) mean when they say that in order to strengthen your muscles you have to push them beyond your comfort level.<br /><br />This morning I am making up one of my lost sessions at 9:15 AM. I am not a morning workout person. I realize this isn't early but I like to be lazy on Saturday mornings. My dogs get me up at the same time every morning so it isn't a matter of sleeping in but I just don't like having to do anything. I think it came from dating Geoff for 5 years and practically every Saturday morning we were up early and out the door to do some sort of workout. This morning we are doing legs so I probably won't be able to walk tomorrow!<br /><br />Until then,<br />MicheleMichellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226002477237048717.post-75439078946054818052008-10-01T22:21:00.002-05:002008-10-01T22:27:36.277-05:00Physical Training Session #5 PostponedWell, I had to postpone PT last night. I had to get this shot and when I asked the nurse and then the doctor if I could got work out they both said no. I surprised myself by really being disappointed not to be able to go! I did get some cardio in Monday night but I have a feeling that I will be getting my butt kicked tomorrow night. I have to admit I am ready to suffer, I am feeling quite sluggish.<br /><br />It is supposed to be in the low 50's tomorrow morning. I cannot wait! I love Fall weather. There is this crispness in the air that I cannot get enough of. I wish I lived somewhere with seasons, especially Fall. I am going to open all my windows tonight, who cares that it will probably be 85 by 10 am!Michellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12234181676337289254noreply@blogger.com1