All the photos were taken by Lindsay Calmettes and Mandy Draper. (two of my favorite girls-- and the Bride's to Be!) You can see more of their work @ www.lumiphotography.com.
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| Lulu, The Reverand |
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| What a good example <3 |
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
7.11.12
Can't believe it's almost our anniversary. Luke already made reservations for us @ The Grange for dinner, and I think we are gonna try to do coffee that morning at the same coffee place we went on our wedding morning. I have been going through our wedding photos and wishing I could relive every moment. I found these pics from our rehearsal and they made me smile, so I thought I'd post.
All the photos were taken by Lindsay Calmettes and Mandy Draper. (two of my favorite girls-- and the Bride's to Be!) You can see more of their work @ www.lumiphotography.com.
All the photos were taken by Lindsay Calmettes and Mandy Draper. (two of my favorite girls-- and the Bride's to Be!) You can see more of their work @ www.lumiphotography.com.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Coffee break
Decided to spend some time in the park at Sutter's Fort this morning. Nice place to enjoy a cappuccino. Bonus is it made me think of my Dad, and coming with him so many years ago.
Off to take the noon yoga class.
Off to take the noon yoga class.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Just like the tides
Up and down. Frustrating but consistent. Saturday morning I woke up not wanting to take class. I hadn't been getting any sleep all week and I was ready to throw in the towel, or just turn back over in bed when my friend Stace texted to say she was on her way to pick me up for class. Oddly enough, I was relieved and even excited that I had someone to keep me accountable (and pick me up!) I whipped up my pre workout drink that makes me feel like a million jittery bucks (foreshadowing) and packed a protein drink to have in between taking and teaching class. Turned out to be a great class. Not quite Wonder Woman, but I was definitely feeling determined and persistent.
After class I mentioned to Luke how I hadn't been sleeping well and he suggested maybe not taking the pre workout drink on Sunday. I considered it and thought I'd take a glance at the label..... Ughhhhhh.... Specifically in bold letters says DO NOT TAKE IF YOU HAVE EPILEPSY (among a long laundry list of other conditions). It's not like it's crack or anything it just has a fair amount of caffeine and other stimulants.... Basically my Kryptonite.
So Sunday was off to a rough start. Taking class without what I had thought was my miracle juice was miserable. I know I know, it wasn't just because I didn't take my stupid energy drink. But I totally wanted to blame it on that. I was cranky, sore, and overall I just felt deflated. I taught class right afterwards and usually teaching is my real medicine. It gives me at least 90 minutes where I can tune out my problems and focus on the people in front of me. By the time class is over, I am inspired, motivated, and energized by watching the students.
Sunday, not quite the case. I mean, yeah they are awesome and I had fun while teaching, but as soon as class ended the funk returned. I hated that I couldn't drive myself home, I hated that I was still tired, and I hated that there was advanced class after and I was too pooped to join. Poor Lucas came to pick me up and I couldn't have been crabbier. I felt like even the beautiful weather was out to get me because it taunted me with ideas of brunch. I ached to have a Sunday Funday filled with Bloody Mary's on a patio. Since that was not an option, I did the next best thing-- curled up in a ball on the couch and slept. ...for hours. (sorry, I know I am not sounding like a very good yogi, but it's the truth).
Luke finally rousted me and made me take a walk with him to get a "surprise". The surprise turned out to be a Popsicle from the Peace Market. And I must say, my man knows me well. A chilly sweet treat did it for me and my Sunday felt not so terrible after all. I lost the woe is me. I let go of my pity party, and I even found myself watching movies with the boys (Drew and Troy came over) and chuckling. Life it turns out is not so bad after all, I just need to get better at riding these waves.
Today has been a good day. Got a ride to work, and I felt that after teaching magic take hold of me. I walked the four miles home and actually enjoyed myself. I had my head phones, good tunes, comfy shoes, and I enjoyed all the cute houses to look at in East Sac.
I beat Luke home and had time to empty/load the dishwasher, tidy up, and make him lunch. (This is kind of a big deal because he tends to be the more domestic one- cooking and cleaning). But I whipped up some fresh apple, carrot, ginger juice and a pretty nummy spinach salad. His even had chicken on it which is huge for me.
Now he is back at work. I am about to return our movies and looking forward to taking yoga to tonight with my friend Stephanie.
Pictured: Kryptonite.
And happier times.
After class I mentioned to Luke how I hadn't been sleeping well and he suggested maybe not taking the pre workout drink on Sunday. I considered it and thought I'd take a glance at the label..... Ughhhhhh.... Specifically in bold letters says DO NOT TAKE IF YOU HAVE EPILEPSY (among a long laundry list of other conditions). It's not like it's crack or anything it just has a fair amount of caffeine and other stimulants.... Basically my Kryptonite.
So Sunday was off to a rough start. Taking class without what I had thought was my miracle juice was miserable. I know I know, it wasn't just because I didn't take my stupid energy drink. But I totally wanted to blame it on that. I was cranky, sore, and overall I just felt deflated. I taught class right afterwards and usually teaching is my real medicine. It gives me at least 90 minutes where I can tune out my problems and focus on the people in front of me. By the time class is over, I am inspired, motivated, and energized by watching the students.
Sunday, not quite the case. I mean, yeah they are awesome and I had fun while teaching, but as soon as class ended the funk returned. I hated that I couldn't drive myself home, I hated that I was still tired, and I hated that there was advanced class after and I was too pooped to join. Poor Lucas came to pick me up and I couldn't have been crabbier. I felt like even the beautiful weather was out to get me because it taunted me with ideas of brunch. I ached to have a Sunday Funday filled with Bloody Mary's on a patio. Since that was not an option, I did the next best thing-- curled up in a ball on the couch and slept. ...for hours. (sorry, I know I am not sounding like a very good yogi, but it's the truth).
Luke finally rousted me and made me take a walk with him to get a "surprise". The surprise turned out to be a Popsicle from the Peace Market. And I must say, my man knows me well. A chilly sweet treat did it for me and my Sunday felt not so terrible after all. I lost the woe is me. I let go of my pity party, and I even found myself watching movies with the boys (Drew and Troy came over) and chuckling. Life it turns out is not so bad after all, I just need to get better at riding these waves.
Today has been a good day. Got a ride to work, and I felt that after teaching magic take hold of me. I walked the four miles home and actually enjoyed myself. I had my head phones, good tunes, comfy shoes, and I enjoyed all the cute houses to look at in East Sac.
I beat Luke home and had time to empty/load the dishwasher, tidy up, and make him lunch. (This is kind of a big deal because he tends to be the more domestic one- cooking and cleaning). But I whipped up some fresh apple, carrot, ginger juice and a pretty nummy spinach salad. His even had chicken on it which is huge for me.
Now he is back at work. I am about to return our movies and looking forward to taking yoga to tonight with my friend Stephanie.
Pictured: Kryptonite.
And happier times.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Fourth Recap
We had such a nice fourth of July. I started it with a packed Bikram class. I think I lost a whole bucket's worth of sweat. But Jule's treated us to tons of fresh sliced water melon after class and it was such a delicious treat!!!
After class we picked up some snacks and rode our bikes over to the park to meet up with Jamber. (Formally Jason and Amber). They had BBQ'd and set up a sweet spot on the grass. We flopped out, listened to some smooth R&B jams on their sweet radio (it just felt right) and had fun with their adorable pup, Sophia. The thing with Sopheh, is she is absolutely darling... but I think she knows it and can be a little .... ummm standoffish at first. I am happy to report that she is finally warming up to us and I LOVE her!!!
We also attempted to befriend some squirrels (said squirrels apparently have enough friends, and didn't give us much love), but we had a fun time throwing the frisbee around. Luke has been mentioning since I have known him how he wants to start playing Ultimate Frisbee again so if anyone else wants to get a pick up game started, let us know!
Post park, we flopped out on the couch (as if we hadn't spent enough time being lazy). Later we reconvened with Troy and had a blast riding bikes along the river and around Old Sac. Woulda brought the camera, but the sun was already going down.
After class we picked up some snacks and rode our bikes over to the park to meet up with Jamber. (Formally Jason and Amber). They had BBQ'd and set up a sweet spot on the grass. We flopped out, listened to some smooth R&B jams on their sweet radio (it just felt right) and had fun with their adorable pup, Sophia. The thing with Sopheh, is she is absolutely darling... but I think she knows it and can be a little .... ummm standoffish at first. I am happy to report that she is finally warming up to us and I LOVE her!!!
We also attempted to befriend some squirrels (said squirrels apparently have enough friends, and didn't give us much love), but we had a fun time throwing the frisbee around. Luke has been mentioning since I have known him how he wants to start playing Ultimate Frisbee again so if anyone else wants to get a pick up game started, let us know!
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| Boys throwing the 'bee around |
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| Sopheh enjoying le hot dog. |
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| JAMBER! and Sopheh |
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| Do you have a kiss for Daddy? |
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| Herro! |
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| Mr Squirrel who Jason desperately wanted to share or Cheese Nips with. |
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| Luke eyeing the situation... |
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| Our Plan: Jason giving me a boost so that I could place the Cheese Nip on the branch. |
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| We quickly abandoned the idea and went back to lounging. |
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| Us marveling in Sopheh's cuteness. |
Post park, we flopped out on the couch (as if we hadn't spent enough time being lazy). Later we reconvened with Troy and had a blast riding bikes along the river and around Old Sac. Woulda brought the camera, but the sun was already going down.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Day 3
Another fantastic class with Jules teaching. My good friend Stace was right next to me and it feels so good to have a friend to smile at in the mirror throughout class. Physically, I am feeling like Wonder Woman lately! I know from years of practicing that the feeling comes and goes so while it is here I am embracing it.
And maybe part of class feeling so good was knowing that my parents were picking me up and taking us to OneSpeed for dinner after. Pops loved the hat we picked up for him in Portland and Momo was in her usual good spirits. :)
And maybe part of class feeling so good was knowing that my parents were picking me up and taking us to OneSpeed for dinner after. Pops loved the hat we picked up for him in Portland and Momo was in her usual good spirits. :)
Thursday
List made. Go Girl consumed. Miles walked. Tasks completed. And all before noon.
(fourth fotos to follow later)
(fourth fotos to follow later)
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
30 days to change my life
Epilepsy sucks. It really does. I have no license, I can't drink, I have to take medication everyday that makes me feel groggy, and now anytime I go anywhere by myself (either walking or riding my bike) I am scared to death I am going to wake up in the ER again. Another shitty thing is that I hate having to rely on people, I hate having to ask favors, and I hate that I have felt more comfortable lying to people and telling them that I feel great and everything is wonderful instead of just being honest.
What's super frustrating is at the same time, I am a smart girl, and I am aware of how fortunate I am. I have family and friends who are willing to give me rides, willing to listen, and genuinely want to support me. But I have been so unwilling to ask for help. I feel like it will take away some of my independence or it will weaken me. Because of this stubbornness I do dumb things (like walk my bike home 2 miles pissed off with a flat instead of just calling a friend). On top of that ridiculousness, I have started to feel guilty because I know that I am fortunate. I know that it could be worse. There are people even in my life that are struggling with more painful things than this. But up till now, I have been letting the crappy, guilty, no good thoughts take over and I have been miserable. I have found myself either avoiding people or plastering a fake smile on my face and telling everyone everything is fine. .... And it has done nothing for me.
So here we go, I'm gonna pull myself outta this funk and force myself to chipper the f up. Now, I have tried this before-- and it will work for an hour or two, and then I just fall back. This time I have a different plan of attack. I am going to Bikram Yoga the shit outta this Epilepsy. No, seriously, I am looking at my summer and I have nothing but time on my side so I am going to use it wisely. My plan is to challenge myself to 30 days of Bikram in a row. I've done it before, I can do it again, and though I'm not expecting it to actually cure my epilepsy, it will make me feel like I am doing Something. I can feel like I am working towards a goal, and I know that I can sure use the classes not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well.
There you have it. This is me putting it out there so that my family and friends can help me. Not just with rides-- I've got the bike ride to the studio down, but I know I will need help with accountability, with my persistence, and with my determination. So here goes nothin, if you are reading this, I am asking you to help. Next time you see me, or talk to me- ask how my yoga is going. Make me follow through. And give me something to talk about so I can be real.
What's super frustrating is at the same time, I am a smart girl, and I am aware of how fortunate I am. I have family and friends who are willing to give me rides, willing to listen, and genuinely want to support me. But I have been so unwilling to ask for help. I feel like it will take away some of my independence or it will weaken me. Because of this stubbornness I do dumb things (like walk my bike home 2 miles pissed off with a flat instead of just calling a friend). On top of that ridiculousness, I have started to feel guilty because I know that I am fortunate. I know that it could be worse. There are people even in my life that are struggling with more painful things than this. But up till now, I have been letting the crappy, guilty, no good thoughts take over and I have been miserable. I have found myself either avoiding people or plastering a fake smile on my face and telling everyone everything is fine. .... And it has done nothing for me.
So here we go, I'm gonna pull myself outta this funk and force myself to chipper the f up. Now, I have tried this before-- and it will work for an hour or two, and then I just fall back. This time I have a different plan of attack. I am going to Bikram Yoga the shit outta this Epilepsy. No, seriously, I am looking at my summer and I have nothing but time on my side so I am going to use it wisely. My plan is to challenge myself to 30 days of Bikram in a row. I've done it before, I can do it again, and though I'm not expecting it to actually cure my epilepsy, it will make me feel like I am doing Something. I can feel like I am working towards a goal, and I know that I can sure use the classes not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well.
There you have it. This is me putting it out there so that my family and friends can help me. Not just with rides-- I've got the bike ride to the studio down, but I know I will need help with accountability, with my persistence, and with my determination. So here goes nothin, if you are reading this, I am asking you to help. Next time you see me, or talk to me- ask how my yoga is going. Make me follow through. And give me something to talk about so I can be real.
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