Monday, July 13, 2009

Good and Bad

I fully and truly enjoy the following low-cal, healthy foods:

Black coffee
Hard boiled egg whites
Plain yoghurt

I balance out the healthy eating with these nutritionally void items:

Generously buttered toast
Opa fries with a whole lot of tzatziki (I have a hunch the base for their version may be more mayo, less yoghurt)
Peanut butter chocolate anything
A barbecued smokie

Come to think of it, all of these items could have quite possibly been consumed on the same day in my was a good day.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Meanwhile, back at the ranch

Aka: The ranch known as the Workman household.

Betina is absent from the scene, picking up Eden from piano lessons.

Oakley yells that he needs help wiping. Yeah, well, I suppose when you choose to wipe a #2 with your hands, you quickly run out of clean surface area. After Oakley and I both throw all sense of decency and self respect out the door, I throw him in the shower, the boy bent over at a 90 degree angle, and I more or less give him an enema with the shower head.

O "Is this the part where you're the mom?"

Auntie Nunu "Yeah Oak. This is the part where I'm the mom".

You're not kidding.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

On the brighter side of being 4'11

(Faint knocking in the background...)

N answers door


Salesman 'Is there anyone else home right now, like your mom and dad?'

N, humouring herself, 'No, my Mommy and Daddy are not home right now'.

Salesman 'Alright then, have a good night'.

Guilt induced crisis averted.

Monday, March 2, 2009


Can't sleep...I think cause I ate a lot of Nutella and now my tummy is achin' from the sugar. (Sugar?  I thought Nutella was made of skim milk powder and the goodness of 34 roasted hazelnuts with a touch of cocoa)

Everyone knows about PostSecret. At one point, I may have even identified myself as a fan. That was until I got sick of all that emotional crap and found

Hands down, my favorite. I've been stifling my laughter to not wake up the roommate for the past half hour. You're welcome!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

At least I remembered my leave the house pants

 I have half officially started my pre-training for my training for the (half)Marathon. I made it to the gym 3 times last week! I realize that this number really should be doubled, but considering that I went to the gym 0 times a week for a couple years, I'm not gonna beat myself up about it. 

I go the local YMCA, which means there's always a lot of ragamuffin children running around the place. I don't mind though, I actually think their boogey dance classes and swimming lessons for the chillen' are great programs. One thing I do not like is the all day long bouncy castle monstrosity that smells like urine. 

Last night, I decided to make a second appearance at spin class (sidenote - the female teacher has tree trunk legs. This is not what I want), left my lil apartment in time, walked 25 minutes through busy streets, got into the changeroom with 10minutes to spare, only to discover that I left my pants at home. My workout pants. Thankfully, I did have my walking to the gym pants on. THAT would have been embarrassing. Feeling completely bothered and annoyed with myself, I lunged all the way home to compensate.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Aww shucks

While I was out studying at Starbucks (can one truly study at Starbucks?) the gentleman beside me started a conversation, you know, "What are you studying" blah blah blah...but it wasn't far into the convo before he dropped a "you are so gorgeous!" followed by a "seriously, you should model", then a little bit o "my goodness, just look at your cheekbones" and before you knew it, my ego went straight through the roof. I think he was gay...straight men just seem to lack the vernacular depth to include word and phrases such as "the depth of your profile" and "lip symmetry". Anywhoo, this guy totally made my day, and I probably won't think about getting a nose job for at least a few weeks. 

And in the name of shakin' what your mama gave you:

Any beauty that I do  have I owe to 23 of this beautiful lady's chromosomes. Doesn't this pic just make you think of words like swell, swoon, and dreamy? 

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Bus Balancing

I don't own a Wii. I don't own the Wii-Fit program, balance board, tennis racquet or heart monitors to go with it. I DO commute daily on the bus, where I can practice stabilizing my core by not holding onto any rails (easy to do on a crowded bus where the hand rail is up way high) and fighting to maintain my balance against the inertia and/or obese children around me. For more of a challenge, I throw on a backpack complete with a large fluid filled Nalgene bottle to throw off the distribution of the weight. Seriously, it's a great exercise. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

odds and eggs

All I've wanted to eat for dinner the past couple of weeks are scrambled eggs with cheese. I've already gone through a dozen eggs since I've been back from holidays. Tasty tasty eggs. I know this is a lot of cholesterol, so I gotta cut back.

In related news, I just signed up for my very first half marathon! I'm very excited, very nervous, and will surely be biting the dust of my experienced, seasoned running sisters. I can live with that, I've always been a runt. But to be in a cool city (Seattle has been pumping out kick ass musicians for years) with my sisters in the summer, with my glimmering diamond sweat running down my *hopefully* toned body parts...well excuse me I'll just stop right there. Ahh forget it, I'm off to scramble some eggs.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Sick Day

After catching Eve's cold from hell and not sleeping all night, I took a sick day today. 

Besides partaking in lots of Rest and Fluids, here's how I spent my day so far:

  • Watched Breakfast at Tiffany's; sent out positive thinking waves to the universe in hopes of becoming as stylish and skinny as Holly Golightly
  • Created all possible concoctions of peppermint, chamomile, ginger, honey and lemon
  • Napped on and off in a nest of tissues, a deena, vaseline and sudoku books
  • Looked in the mirror. Screamed
  • Searched for pho soup delivery. Failed. 
  • Sneezed loud enough to cause uncertainty and a feeling of impending doom for all residents of the 8th floor