For all you winos out there!

I finally get it. I understand the value of Twittering! Today, I decided to do a twitter search on my favourite topic - wine - and it was amazing the kinds of resources that came up, posted by other winos. They directed me, for one thing, to my new online cellar - www.cellartracker.com - it's fantastic. Got wine at home and want to see the tasting notes? Want to manage the value of your cellared wines? Want to build a wish list and refer to it later? Ya can do it here, and that, my friends, is cool. As is the cellaring notes and optimal maturity dates, etc.

I am still working out how to build a proper network to get the most out of this social networking tool, but I can see the value in getting information you want quickly. I think the big problem is that most of my pals are not on Twitter, that I know of. None of you are, are you? If you are....ya gotta tell me, because there is only so much that Jamie Oliver or Bobby Flay can say of relevance in a day, you know?

Nuthin to say

Well, obviously, that's not true. I'm typing actual words here! But really? I am engrossed in television and wine drinking and digesting a nice lovely Wednesday meal, and thinking about a tough day of work ahead, juggling all the things I want to get done, and what the heck I can squeeze into my weekend. I am also happy to have had a house full of people this morning at 7am. Yup. I was making coffee, and THEY were studying the mistakes they made on my granite kitchen counter, planning to fix them at no cost to me. Great. Let's make it happen so that I can GET ON with the rest of the kitchen already!

But I am not feeling poetic. I am not feeling philosophical. I am not feeling unique, or possessing of anything all that terribly scintillating to say. I am feeling, as I have said before, in a state of limbo, repetition, process.

I am in process.

Hey.

I like that.

I actually had something to say.

I am a woman currently in process.

What is it about this summer, man?

I need to rant about the fact that ALL SUMMER LONG, any plans I make have been thwarted! I think that at LEAST 5 or six well-laid weekends (some of them full weekends-worth of events and happenings) have fallen through at the last minute or have been sabbotaged by weather or just some sorta unforseen issue/event. Add that to a few months that have just seemed to be rife with bad news - seriously bad news - and I just, you know, have kinda had enough!!!!!!


ENOUGH MAN!

This summer sucked.

At least I get to stomp on some grapes on Sunday. Hey! Do you wanna sponsor my team? Go to this site to get the details...all the money goes to fighting Cancer!

Gleeful about Glee

Satire. A good, juicy, cheeky, tonguey television show. A must see and an automatic laugh, replete with characters who make you cringe and whom you hate - much like George Kostanza a la Seinfeld.

Have to get back to Glee - my escape from a bad week!

On people people...

I really look forward to managing people someday, I really do. I don't think I have a clue of just how hard it must be, but I think I have somewhat of an idea. But I gotta tell you...not everyone should lead a team. Really. Not. And... you can learn what NOT to do by example if you pay attention.

And I have to say...having someone who is not a leader leading you? NOT fun. In fact, it can pretty much ruin a good job.

It was a bad day on the job today, obviously, and I have to try find a way to make tomorrow better. Sleep should help, I hope.

Retiring a classic label

So.

Kerry won.

I did NOT beat Kerry.

I think it only fitting that I retire the label "Beating Kerry", thus ensuring I remain honourable in my defeat.

All hail, Kerry, the queen of fitness, diet, and self-sacrifice. She will not be beaten!

Patience is not my strong suit

Holding pattern. I'm in it. Feel like I am just going through the motions, waiting impatiently for things to change. When did the joy I used to have leave me? I mean, that sounds really really harsh, but if I am totally and completely honest, I have to say that I am just not myself. I really just don't have the zest for living that I did only 9 months ago. Whether understandable or not, legitimate or not, I just can't seem to shake the feeling that no matter what laughs I have, or what I change or do that is fresh and new, it is all just shaded (jaded?) a little grey. It's not as bright as it was, or as charged with energy as it used to be. And nothing is going to change that until we get pregnant again.

I know only too well how unhealthy this attitude is, but I can't seem to change it. I know that if I simply try not to think about it, and continue on as normal, living and loving and laughing and sweating etc. (and at times I have succeeded in this mission), that I will be a lot happier, but Aries are never known for their patience.

Patience is NOT my strong suit.

So let's get going, already!!!

One helluva trip...

One year ago today my new husband and I were on a plane headed for Spain for a honeymoon a few months after our wedding. It was a lovely trip and a wonderful time. And never ever to take anything away from that time, but it also marked the launch of our first forays into family planning.

It has been the hardest year of my life, when I thought it was going to be one of the best....

But. That year is now behind us, and we are about to embark on the next, with enough hope leftover for many more attempts, if necessary. I've put time and effort into both my mental and physical health once again, and hopefully that will have set me up nicely for the right environment.

And really? This stage IS awfully fun...

Here's to a great 2010...

The home stretch - and I mean STRETCH

So this is it. Only three days left of the "Waist-loss Challenge". Will I beat Leslie? Will I win against Kerry? Will I come in LAST (which, by the way, would NOT be okay with me, Ms. Competitionado. But you know, I just can't seem to get back to that time, almost three years ago, when I was SO. BLOODY. HARDCORE. I NEVER strayed from the portions. I NEVER had more than one drink in a day and when I did it was ALWAYS red wine. I was insane. And yeah...I lost 29 lbs in only 10 weeks - and 7.5% body fat at the same time.

But like I said, that was insane. And really, do I want to live like that? No. Really really not. Really. NOT. So I haven't really gone back there again. I still go back and wonder how I let myself get back to where I had started three years ago, but then, I have to stop doing that, because bad times and two miscarriage kinda screw with your emotional eating tendancies, you know?

So anyways. I've been working out. I've been MOSTLY eating really healthy. I've been naughty...just once or twice....

and you know what? That's what makes me a more interesting person to be around.

And when you're naughty, it can also mean you are stretchy, right? Flexible? Adventurous? Seriously limber? Yes....working out is such a goooooood thing!