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Mayhem Monday: ‘Cause I’m TNT, I’m Dynamite

This last week was wild. I’m pretty sure it was the most I’ve been out of the house (other than for work) in years. I suddenly had a booming social calendar. What?!?! It was great. It’s not often that I get a lot of socializing time and I really do crave it. That’s when being a relatively shy and self-conscious person works against me. It’s also when my horribly unkept house works doubly against me. I don’t want people in it to get attacked by the dust, dirt, crumbs etc. Gross.

Aside from my first two training sessions at the warehouse (tune into the blog on Friday’s for updates on that program and my progress), I did my 3 MAF heart rate training sessions, went to my first ever Jamberry party, had an awesome girls night with some amazing ladies, went to hubby’s work holiday party AND a hockey game. My word, no wonder I can barely keep my eyes open!!

The only thing more awesome than this sweaty selfie is the fantastic paneled walls behind me.
The only thing more awesome than this sweaty selfie is the fantastic paneled walls behind me.
Getting it done while baby sleeps, toddler snoozes and preschool plays quietly.
Getting it done while baby sleeps, toddler snoozes and preschool plays quietly.
PRO compression sock of the month for some treadmill happiness.
PRO compression sock of the month for some treadmill happiness.

It was really a great week. I was a bit panicked at the thought of dressing up for hubby’s party: it’s something I do so rarely that I had to rely on clothing finds at a swap night to even have a dress to wear (Thank GOODNESS, I was able to get it on and done up) and put make up on for likely the first time since this very event last year. Yep, I am definitely not a girly girl. I didn’t even know where to start. I should not have been that high strung about the event but I really wanted to look nice for hubby. I suspect that, though he likes that I’m fairly low maintenance (no make up, minimal clothing/hair requirements etc.), I think a small part of him wishes I were slightly more put together. Heck, I wish I was more put together. But alas, this is how I’m wired.

Clooooooooless
Clooooooooless
I think we're good to go!
I think we’re good to go!

In spite of it all, I think I did ok. After about 3 dozen different tricks to ensure that my underwear was not visible through the dress fabric, that the dress would not ride up and reveal said underwear if I forgot I was in a dress and bent over to pick something up in my typically unladylike manner (not that I’ve ever done that. Well maybe there was one time…) and that these foreign nursing boobs of mine would stay put and be contained for the evening, we went on our way. The dinner was ok and for the first time, they had a vegetarian option so that was great. The highlight was getting a glass of wine from the bar and the sweet lady pouring my red and saying in a near-panic “Oh dear, I poured WAY too much”. We’ll just say that I got my money’s worth with that glass of wine :)

After all was said and done, we left just after the dinner ended, relieved our babysitter who was looking after all 3 kids for the first time and were home before 10.

Total party animals.

Pumpkin hour for this party animal
Pumpkin hour for this party animal

This week, I have my next two sessions at the warehouse (I cannot WAIT!!), will hopefully run 2-3 days and recover from last week and weekend ha!

Have a great week everyone!

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