Right now, I'd kill for...

• a cookie bar
• Harry Potter movies that won't skip on my computer
• a bath
• a hair cut
• a hair color
• one more pair of workout pants
• 17 liposuction cookie bars
• with chocolate chips, drizzled caramel and sweetened condensed milk, infused with love & coconut flakes all pressed into a graham cracker crust
• that move your fat cells from your waist into your boobs

My day today.

I sang Phantom of the Opera songs while washing dishes tonight. It was nice; I haven't sang for a while. :-)

Tonight, I created a delightful couscous concoction with sauteed garlic and onion, cooked in vegetable broth and seasoned with basil, cumin, salt & black pepper, with black beans and some green peas. Pretty fun! A very good, quick, vegetarian dinner.

Today at the gym I did Leg Presses. (Mondays & Thursdays I work out my legs.) And I really, truly dislike that WHOEVER uses the press machine at the sub-par gym at St. George's University leaves all those plates on!! I hope whoever you are, you are reading this. I don't care if you think you are better than me because you are stronger than me, or more hard-core than me, but I don't care, because it doesn't change the fact that you left all that weight on for me to take care of. My leg workouts are about me, and not about you. Just because you can press that much, doesn't mean that I can, or that I can even remove all of those 45-lb plates you leave on the machine. I do not incorporate cleaning up after you as part of my workout. Beware, Heavy Presser, for I will bring my Post-Its next time, and you will experience my wrath.

I'm watching "Julie & Julia" as I write this--and it makes me very happy. I can relate: I myself am venturing into a new, slightly-scary adventure with my exercise stuff, and like these Julia characters, I also fortunately have this wonderful husband who acts as my cognitive therapist, business consultant, and partner in crime.

It rained a lot today, which in Grenada for me means: not a laundry day, a no-show yoga day, high humidity, no random fires of burning whatever, and lots of cool wind through the house.

Ryan's been sick for 5 days. Which basically means he sleeps in about four hours longer than normal, eats less, and tells me to find a good husband and that he loved me very much. (Notice past tense.) Although he insists that the ibuprofen doesn't help, he keeps taking it from me when I offer it to him. As far as the man stereotype goes, he is a very chipper & tough sick man. As far as Ryan goes, he has become pretty dramatic. (Which is up .25 notches from his normal even-kill self.) So in summary, I've been taking care of a now-7-year-old medical student who is behind on his Pathology. As usual, I am more concerned than he is.

I decided yesterday when I have to severely repress my desire to smack my own head against the concrete wall because of stupid things that people say, I will do 20 push-ups.  And I did 20 push-ups yesterday. And my hypothesis was correct: I did feel a lot better.

And with that, I leave you with a wonderful quote from Albus Dumbledore:

Tales of a High-Strung Mass Comm Major's "Fingernails-On-A-Chalkboard"

Part 1

There are a small handful of things that come naturally to me. Correcting spelling and grammar errors is one of them. So every time I see a sign in public like the following, I have to actively repress my carnal, cave-woman urges to not start screaming incoherently:

This is taped on our complex's washer. I have to look at this 2nd grade level sentence every time I do laundry. It just adds to my contempt for it all.

This one, I'm not 100% sure about--it could be a European way to spell "energizing." It's still ugly, though.

It's "sanitary napkinSSSSS" or cut the "all," you dolt! Are you plural, or are you singular? Pick one! You can't have both! C'mon, it's university bathroom! And where's my semi-colon after the "provided for you"? That's not even everything that is wrong with this sign... They're trying to provoke me, aren't they? I'm already having one of my "delightful woman" days, and they purposefully write destroy this phrase.

How Do You Succeed in Business... When You're REALLY, REALLY trying?

It's March 2nd, and I have a thriving in-home personal training business and a full yoga class clientele.

Well, kind of.

I think I'm experiencing the part of running your own business called discouragement?

I was experiencing full yoga classes of 5 people (a lot for me!) in January and February and had accumulated 5 training clients and possibly two more. I felt like I was working up to 30-35 hours a week there for a while! (That means 50 hours/week in Utah. I add on more hours because my phone is worse that the one I got for Christmas in 1999; the bus drivers are 100% on time, 40% of the time; and there is nowhere in 1,000 miles where I can get more equipment that I need.) But then midterms showed up. My schedule today consisted of teaching evening yoga and four client sessions today. Today, after several text messages, I have one client appointment and my one yoga class.

I shouldn't let it get to me because I should know better--I've been a student before! When midterms/finals arose, the entire world needed to go away until they were over, and then we would be friends again.

Oh well. I guess it's good I'm learning this now in my own "internship" instead of the real world where the bills depend on my money. And now I have time to hit the books and the Google to find more ways to improve my service and business!

Time for a pot of lemon grass tea and hit the books...