AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
I WANT TO BE DONE!!!! NO MORE SCHOOL!!!!!! ONE MORE DAY TO GO!!!!
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Diagnosis: Piriformis Syndrome
I visited the Waterloo Sports Medicine clinic today for an assessment on my running style since I have heard it’s a good thing to do when doing any sort of long distance running. I have also been having some nagging injuries that don’t seem to be going away, so I figured it would probably be good to check them out.
My diagnosis: Piriformis Syndrome (AKA: tight ass).
Now I get to look forward to spending all my money on physio, massage therapy, and even some $400 orthotics! Yippee!!
I visited the Waterloo Sports Medicine clinic today for an assessment on my running style since I have heard it’s a good thing to do when doing any sort of long distance running. I have also been having some nagging injuries that don’t seem to be going away, so I figured it would probably be good to check them out.
My diagnosis: Piriformis Syndrome (AKA: tight ass).
Now I get to look forward to spending all my money on physio, massage therapy, and even some $400 orthotics! Yippee!!
Monday, March 29, 2004
Goals
It's amazing what you can do if you just set a goal for yourself. Last fall I was in such bad shape, I struggled at the concept of even a 20 minute run. I tried to get back in shape, but my motivation level wouldn't let me. I decided to sign up for a half marathon clinic at the Running Room starting in January and now I am running up to 16kms on my Sunday mornings. Running and Cross Training 5 days a week is supposed to prepare me for the National Capital race in Ottawa on May 31st. Although I really didn't think I would finish my training run yesterday, I pushed through and did it. If you've ever thought about doing anything significant that requires a bit of work beforehand, I highly recommend giving it a "go". Once you make your initial commitment by signing up, it's harder to back out afterwards. It's amazing what you can accomplish by setting a goal. I certainly didn't think I would ever be doing what I am doing now!
It's amazing what you can do if you just set a goal for yourself. Last fall I was in such bad shape, I struggled at the concept of even a 20 minute run. I tried to get back in shape, but my motivation level wouldn't let me. I decided to sign up for a half marathon clinic at the Running Room starting in January and now I am running up to 16kms on my Sunday mornings. Running and Cross Training 5 days a week is supposed to prepare me for the National Capital race in Ottawa on May 31st. Although I really didn't think I would finish my training run yesterday, I pushed through and did it. If you've ever thought about doing anything significant that requires a bit of work beforehand, I highly recommend giving it a "go". Once you make your initial commitment by signing up, it's harder to back out afterwards. It's amazing what you can accomplish by setting a goal. I certainly didn't think I would ever be doing what I am doing now!
Friday, March 26, 2004
Goodbye Mr. Yeo… :(
I’m sad. Last night I received news that one never ever wants to hear. The kind of news that sends stinging tears to your eyes -- the kind of tears that brim at your lids, and hesitate to emerge because you aren’t ready to believe the truth. The kind of news that sends chills down your spine as the reality begins to set in.
Yesterday, a close family friend of mine died at the age of 87. Although he lived a full life of happiness and many accomplishments, and was “fortunate” enough to have cancer rapidly take over his body instead of the Alzheimers which, most assuredly, would have debilitated him for many long years, I am still saddened. You see, Mr. Yeo was like a grandfather to me and will forever hold a special place in my heart.
I think up until grade 11 or 12, I had barely experienced death. Since then, it is scary to think about the number of funerals I have been to – all ages in fact. The worst part is that no matter how “experienced” I am getting at it, losing someone never gets any easier.
For now I will take hold of the fact that Mr. Yeo is now in a beautiful place and is living in peace. I’ll miss him dearly, until we meet again…
I’m sad. Last night I received news that one never ever wants to hear. The kind of news that sends stinging tears to your eyes -- the kind of tears that brim at your lids, and hesitate to emerge because you aren’t ready to believe the truth. The kind of news that sends chills down your spine as the reality begins to set in.
Yesterday, a close family friend of mine died at the age of 87. Although he lived a full life of happiness and many accomplishments, and was “fortunate” enough to have cancer rapidly take over his body instead of the Alzheimers which, most assuredly, would have debilitated him for many long years, I am still saddened. You see, Mr. Yeo was like a grandfather to me and will forever hold a special place in my heart.
I think up until grade 11 or 12, I had barely experienced death. Since then, it is scary to think about the number of funerals I have been to – all ages in fact. The worst part is that no matter how “experienced” I am getting at it, losing someone never gets any easier.
For now I will take hold of the fact that Mr. Yeo is now in a beautiful place and is living in peace. I’ll miss him dearly, until we meet again…
Monday, March 22, 2004
Family Monkey Traditions (weird as it may be!)
Here’s a little taste of how strange my family can be…
A brief introduction: My entire family (grandmas, aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters, parents) owns a collection of stuffed monkeys. The key concept, however, is that these monkeys apparently inherit super-human powers when adopted into our family. Each one is named after a Russian hockey player, and they like to drink booze and poop a lot. They also like to get into trouble and can get away with just about anything at family functions (including hanging my grandmothers bra from the kitchen light, displaying my fathers underwear beside the television, and speaking profanities to just about anyone).
The reason for this crazy tradition started with my “crazy” cousin Jennifer when she adopted her first monkey, Gorbi (actually named after Gorbachev since he has a similar disfiguration on his head). Shortly thereafter, Iggi joined the crew (named after Igor somethingorother) and the collection has grown ever since.
It’s actually really hard to describe in words exactly how these monkeys fit into our family, but if anyone has been around at Thanksgiving or any other large family gathering, they quickly see how hilarious the whole scenario can be.
Today I received an exciting email from Jenn announcing a new member to our “cousin” family. I thought I’d share it with everyone… (yes… I am very proud of my heritage!)
Hello everyone !
We are just sending out an e-mail to let you know that Gorbi has gotten married. "Unkie Geoff and Ant SwHeila" purchased the Gorbster a Russian mail order bride who arrived just a week or two ago.
Mike and I have our concerns about our three year old getting married and are referring to her as "Gorbi's friend" but she is here to stay.
The rest of our boys are really giving him the business about this and Gorbi himself is not very happy. To quote him, "She is always nagging at me, and trying to make me share my booze."
I am attaching the letter of agreement that she arrived with (make sure to check out small print at the bottom) and some photos of the bride. It should be pointed out that Geoff and Sheila provided Kristiana with her first clothes (thong and bra top) and did her make up for her arrival. She is something to behold.
Hope all of you are well.
Love, Jenn
Here’s a little taste of how strange my family can be…
A brief introduction: My entire family (grandmas, aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters, parents) owns a collection of stuffed monkeys. The key concept, however, is that these monkeys apparently inherit super-human powers when adopted into our family. Each one is named after a Russian hockey player, and they like to drink booze and poop a lot. They also like to get into trouble and can get away with just about anything at family functions (including hanging my grandmothers bra from the kitchen light, displaying my fathers underwear beside the television, and speaking profanities to just about anyone).
The reason for this crazy tradition started with my “crazy” cousin Jennifer when she adopted her first monkey, Gorbi (actually named after Gorbachev since he has a similar disfiguration on his head). Shortly thereafter, Iggi joined the crew (named after Igor somethingorother) and the collection has grown ever since.
It’s actually really hard to describe in words exactly how these monkeys fit into our family, but if anyone has been around at Thanksgiving or any other large family gathering, they quickly see how hilarious the whole scenario can be.
Today I received an exciting email from Jenn announcing a new member to our “cousin” family. I thought I’d share it with everyone… (yes… I am very proud of my heritage!)
Hello everyone !
We are just sending out an e-mail to let you know that Gorbi has gotten married. "Unkie Geoff and Ant SwHeila" purchased the Gorbster a Russian mail order bride who arrived just a week or two ago.
Mike and I have our concerns about our three year old getting married and are referring to her as "Gorbi's friend" but she is here to stay.
The rest of our boys are really giving him the business about this and Gorbi himself is not very happy. To quote him, "She is always nagging at me, and trying to make me share my booze."
I am attaching the letter of agreement that she arrived with (make sure to check out small print at the bottom) and some photos of the bride. It should be pointed out that Geoff and Sheila provided Kristiana with her first clothes (thong and bra top) and did her make up for her arrival. She is something to behold.
Hope all of you are well.
Love, Jenn
Friday, March 19, 2004
Everyone’s Story
Yesterday I went to my business class at Laurier as per usual. Showed up 5 minutes before the class started, and sat down in my regular seat. Started to prepare myself for the “negotiations” our class was about to engage in.
When my prof entered the room, something was different about him – he had totally buzzed his already balding head. It wasn’t until closer inspection that I noticed some smaller bald patches all over the one side of his head. Confused, I wondered if that was normal for bald spots to appear like that on someone’s head. When he turned around, I noticed a significantly larger bald spot on the other side of his head that was emphasized from the smooth and shiny skin exposed. It wasn’t until I pieced things together that I realized the exact reason why he went for the drastic hair change – he is on chemotherapy and starting to lose his hair.
It was actually a really weird experience sitting in the classroom that morning. In a sense, it was like my professor’s day to “come out” about having cancer. He had managed to teach an entire term without anyone finding out, but he reached the point where he could not hide it anymore.
My reinforced realization that day was that everyone has a different story, and we often have no idea about it. It’s so true too. Every day, we are quick to judge others since it is our natural way, but we always forget that there are often very personal reasons why someone might do or say things that we don’t understand. What’s your story? I know I’ve got a few…
Yesterday I went to my business class at Laurier as per usual. Showed up 5 minutes before the class started, and sat down in my regular seat. Started to prepare myself for the “negotiations” our class was about to engage in.
When my prof entered the room, something was different about him – he had totally buzzed his already balding head. It wasn’t until closer inspection that I noticed some smaller bald patches all over the one side of his head. Confused, I wondered if that was normal for bald spots to appear like that on someone’s head. When he turned around, I noticed a significantly larger bald spot on the other side of his head that was emphasized from the smooth and shiny skin exposed. It wasn’t until I pieced things together that I realized the exact reason why he went for the drastic hair change – he is on chemotherapy and starting to lose his hair.
It was actually a really weird experience sitting in the classroom that morning. In a sense, it was like my professor’s day to “come out” about having cancer. He had managed to teach an entire term without anyone finding out, but he reached the point where he could not hide it anymore.
My reinforced realization that day was that everyone has a different story, and we often have no idea about it. It’s so true too. Every day, we are quick to judge others since it is our natural way, but we always forget that there are often very personal reasons why someone might do or say things that we don’t understand. What’s your story? I know I’ve got a few…
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Evil Soup Diet
About a week ago my roommate introduced us to this silly diet called the Soup Dieta. We all decided it would be fun to try. So Thursday night we prepared a gigantor batch of soup and started the diet the next day. Current status: 1 never started, 2 have dropped out, I have cheated – actually more than cheated since I took Andrew out for a fancy Italian dinner on Friday night, and 1 is still holding strong. Andrea is definitely deserving of a medal for even making it to the end of day 2 having not yet caved into the pressure of temptation!
I honestly had no idea that food was this important to me! But man… it’s ALL I think about now. Today, on my way home from babysitting for a friend, I drove past a whole slew of fast-food places and my mouth drooled at the site of each one… Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, Dairy Queen, Wendy’s, Benny’s (mmm…. breakfast melt’s!), and even Blockbuster (thinking about the popcorn that goes with the movies!).
I don’t know how much longer I can last! This is seriously a form of self-imposed torture. I don’t really need to lose weight, so it’s more so the challenge of finishing that’s pushing me to keep going. We will see how much my dignity even cares about it tomorrow…
About a week ago my roommate introduced us to this silly diet called the Soup Dieta. We all decided it would be fun to try. So Thursday night we prepared a gigantor batch of soup and started the diet the next day. Current status: 1 never started, 2 have dropped out, I have cheated – actually more than cheated since I took Andrew out for a fancy Italian dinner on Friday night, and 1 is still holding strong. Andrea is definitely deserving of a medal for even making it to the end of day 2 having not yet caved into the pressure of temptation!
I honestly had no idea that food was this important to me! But man… it’s ALL I think about now. Today, on my way home from babysitting for a friend, I drove past a whole slew of fast-food places and my mouth drooled at the site of each one… Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, Dairy Queen, Wendy’s, Benny’s (mmm…. breakfast melt’s!), and even Blockbuster (thinking about the popcorn that goes with the movies!).
I don’t know how much longer I can last! This is seriously a form of self-imposed torture. I don’t really need to lose weight, so it’s more so the challenge of finishing that’s pushing me to keep going. We will see how much my dignity even cares about it tomorrow…
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Happy Birthday Andrew!!
It's Andrew's 24th today, and even though his day started off on the wrong "foot" with the worst back pain ever AND a crappy cold, I still think it's turning out ok for him. Looking forward to tomorrow! I have some surprises in store, but Andrew doesn't know what they are!... :)
So I can't believe how easy this whole Blog thing is. I learned from some friends that adding Comment text was supposedly pretty easy, but I really didn't believe it until I did it. It is literally a few cut and pastes, and before you know it... PRESTO! The comment feature appears with next to zero effort or skill on my part. Wicked!
I have been playing serious catch-up lately with some friends that I have not had much time to hang out with this term. Funny thing how there NEVER seems to be enough time in a day. Laura P and I got together for lunch and a game of squash (that we had been meaning to play since 1A) and it was awesome! Although Laura still kicked my butt, it was great fun. It took me back to our childhood and reminded me of a one week squash and raquet ball course we took in elementary school (man... we were geeks then too!) I got a good workout today and am looking forward to a good case of "squash butt" tomorrow.
Tonight is "Hills" in my half-marathon clinic. I think we are going to learn some proper technique and the strategy behind them, and then we will go out to practise what we learned for a half hour or so. Andrea and I started hills last Wednesday though, so I know what is in store. It's gonna be a fun night! Combined with my squash butt, I will be lucky if I can even walk tomorrow! Here goes...
It's Andrew's 24th today, and even though his day started off on the wrong "foot" with the worst back pain ever AND a crappy cold, I still think it's turning out ok for him. Looking forward to tomorrow! I have some surprises in store, but Andrew doesn't know what they are!... :)
So I can't believe how easy this whole Blog thing is. I learned from some friends that adding Comment text was supposedly pretty easy, but I really didn't believe it until I did it. It is literally a few cut and pastes, and before you know it... PRESTO! The comment feature appears with next to zero effort or skill on my part. Wicked!
I have been playing serious catch-up lately with some friends that I have not had much time to hang out with this term. Funny thing how there NEVER seems to be enough time in a day. Laura P and I got together for lunch and a game of squash (that we had been meaning to play since 1A) and it was awesome! Although Laura still kicked my butt, it was great fun. It took me back to our childhood and reminded me of a one week squash and raquet ball course we took in elementary school (man... we were geeks then too!) I got a good workout today and am looking forward to a good case of "squash butt" tomorrow.
Tonight is "Hills" in my half-marathon clinic. I think we are going to learn some proper technique and the strategy behind them, and then we will go out to practise what we learned for a half hour or so. Andrea and I started hills last Wednesday though, so I know what is in store. It's gonna be a fun night! Combined with my squash butt, I will be lucky if I can even walk tomorrow! Here goes...
Monday, March 08, 2004
So I missed posting my official "first post" last night since I got involved in a rather hilarious conversation outside my bedroom door in the hallway with my roommates. A whole mish-mash of topics actually. Quite enjoyable!
I don't really know what I'm going to say on these things. I suppose I will just see how it goes with time. It's funny cause I feel this imminent pressure to write something totally deep like I'm going to be the next famous philosopher of our time or something. Don't think it's gonna happen, but we'll see.
So I went and saw "The Passion of our Christ" yesterday with my friend Trina (who also happens to be Christian). Now talk about deep... I think that movie may have changed my life forever.
I don't really know what I'm going to say on these things. I suppose I will just see how it goes with time. It's funny cause I feel this imminent pressure to write something totally deep like I'm going to be the next famous philosopher of our time or something. Don't think it's gonna happen, but we'll see.
So I went and saw "The Passion of our Christ" yesterday with my friend Trina (who also happens to be Christian). Now talk about deep... I think that movie may have changed my life forever.
Sunday, March 07, 2004
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