Ok so no one sent me a question this week but that's all good bc I didn't give anyone much time. If anyones even picked back up reading. Hello??? are you out there???
Well either way you'll respond to this because you love me right? Especially since I kind of have a real quesiton that I need answered? Pretty pretty please?
Anyway I was driving home from a kickboxing last night & I had to remind myself not to wear those yoga pants again bc they were to much of a problem with how much movement takes place with the activity.They just kept falling down. My next thought was to "too bad I only have one pair of workout pants that don't fall off of me when I'm moving around a sh*t ton." Then I was annoyed at my poorness.
And that was that. Until today.
I was driving to the gym again & I thought what if there was a website where chubby girls who were in the process of losing weight (be it the freshman 15, baby weight or, as in my case, just finaly done living with that body) could swap their clothes around. One piece of clothing for one piece of clothing. Cause I know somewhere out there someone is in the process of their weight loss that my older workout clothes would fit just right & that there is someone out there who is just below my weight that is annoyed that their pants fall off during kickboxing.
My problem is this, I need to know if people think it's kind of gross. So that's where I wanted to get you're feedback. Would you swap clothes with someone you don't necessarilly know?? Knowing that there would be rules set in place so that you wont get a piece of garbage in exchange for something you bought a month ago and is just to big already??? Are you comfortable taking someone's handme down.
For me, I wouldn't mind so much bc I believe in the power of a washing machine set on high.
It just came to mind bc I literally have no money to spare & even my yoga pants are probably in to bad of shape to actually be traded. But someday soon hopefully my running pants will be.
Let me know what you think & please don't steal my super genius idea. And please do tell me if there is already something like this out there. & please tell me if you have medium work out pants that you may want to trade with me for... well... pink underarmor capri workout pants that will probably be to big for you.
Also I know there are a lot more little things that would be involved in this and that it wont be as simple as a direct trade... well aware. So don't worry about that concept. I have it all worked out in my head, I just didn't want to give all my secrets away at once!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
CKO I am your b****
Alright so a few months ago my dad bought me a Groupon for CKO Kickboxing. That was a few months ago. Today I finally went.
And then, later, I ate ice cream & followed a bunch of the Harry Potter film's actors on Twitter.
I'm excited to go back, I'm just exhausted right now. I can tell why it has kicked so many peoples butts into fit shape. And it was definitely the way to get back into working out. I feel great. (even after the ice cream)
And hopefully it will help me to sleep better. I've been having fitful Harry Potter / Dumbledore shaped dreams. The other night I dreamt that I was helping Dumby find the locket Horocrux & the whole time I was thinking was "But why am I here?" and then I didn't even get to make out with Ron! so lame. At least give me some ginger shaped loving in my dreams. Maybe I didn't make out with Ron bc I was Harry. huh. I never did find a mirror in my dream.
So on Thursday I will be posting (finaly) more of my novel & I will give you quite a few chapters. So get your cups of cocoa & curl up with your snuggy for some more action!!! well not really, but at least now you'll know what happens next. I'd love to write more tonight but I may fall asleep on my computer so if you have a question for me for tomorrow, hit it upppppp jlmccrostie@gmail.com. you. know.
And then, later, I ate ice cream & followed a bunch of the Harry Potter film's actors on Twitter.
I'm excited to go back, I'm just exhausted right now. I can tell why it has kicked so many peoples butts into fit shape. And it was definitely the way to get back into working out. I feel great. (even after the ice cream)
And hopefully it will help me to sleep better. I've been having fitful Harry Potter / Dumbledore shaped dreams. The other night I dreamt that I was helping Dumby find the locket Horocrux & the whole time I was thinking was "But why am I here?" and then I didn't even get to make out with Ron! so lame. At least give me some ginger shaped loving in my dreams. Maybe I didn't make out with Ron bc I was Harry. huh. I never did find a mirror in my dream.
So on Thursday I will be posting (finaly) more of my novel & I will give you quite a few chapters. So get your cups of cocoa & curl up with your snuggy for some more action!!! well not really, but at least now you'll know what happens next. I'd love to write more tonight but I may fall asleep on my computer so if you have a question for me for tomorrow, hit it upppppp jlmccrostie@gmail.com. you. know.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Back Bitchessssss
Holy crap balls. I'm back everybody. Please don't shed tears of joy, it's only been a month. Ugg that depresses me, to be away from you for that long.
My computer has a new little hard drive that can & so hopefully I can say with full honesty that I am officially completely back.
A lot has gone on in the past month so I'll give a brief synopsis.
I finished my nanny-ing job & then proceeded to swiftly, hop a flight to North Carolina for a 4th of July escape. and that it was.
I have camped with my 4th Day friends.
I have planned with my 4th Day friends our traveling Search road show that will premier on Juy 24th.
My best friends got engaged. Both of them. Not to each other.
I have put off, most diligently, job searching.
I have answer way to many questions about my job asperations.
I have not edited this post, and do no plan on doing so.
I have re-read the entire Harry Potter series and peed myself a little bit with the anticipation of Thursday night at 11:59.
I've tweeted a little bit here or there (remember, @Janice_Lynne)
I've been funny.
I've cleaned urinals.
I've hugged family I haven't seen in a while.
I've met a man on a plane that offered me a new perspective on myself.
I've met a different man on that same plane that I made google-ey eyes at but never made a move.
I've slipped in my weight loss / workout regime. July is kind of lost, but I think I can regain it.
I've bonded with my mom through art (an incredible Kurt Schwitters exhibit in Princeton), history (Civil War re-inactments(sp?)) & hygeine (a very hysterical waxing situation, you need not know more).
So I've been gone a while, I've missed writing to you all. And now, here, is where the fun starts. Because now, here my life has got to begin. There's no where else for me to hide.
Tomorrow I'm going to visit my friend Elizabeth & we are going to talk (finally) seriously about creating theatre together. And this week I will, definitely, send out at least 5 resumes. I think that is being kind to myself, don't you?
Here's the fun part, here's where my guts are really tested. Who do I become now???
My computer has a new little hard drive that can & so hopefully I can say with full honesty that I am officially completely back.
A lot has gone on in the past month so I'll give a brief synopsis.
I finished my nanny-ing job & then proceeded to swiftly, hop a flight to North Carolina for a 4th of July escape. and that it was.
I have camped with my 4th Day friends.
I have planned with my 4th Day friends our traveling Search road show that will premier on Juy 24th.
My best friends got engaged. Both of them. Not to each other.
I have put off, most diligently, job searching.
I have answer way to many questions about my job asperations.
I have not edited this post, and do no plan on doing so.
I have re-read the entire Harry Potter series and peed myself a little bit with the anticipation of Thursday night at 11:59.
I've tweeted a little bit here or there (remember, @Janice_Lynne)
I've been funny.
I've cleaned urinals.
I've hugged family I haven't seen in a while.
I've met a man on a plane that offered me a new perspective on myself.
I've met a different man on that same plane that I made google-ey eyes at but never made a move.
I've slipped in my weight loss / workout regime. July is kind of lost, but I think I can regain it.
I've bonded with my mom through art (an incredible Kurt Schwitters exhibit in Princeton), history (Civil War re-inactments(sp?)) & hygeine (a very hysterical waxing situation, you need not know more).
So I've been gone a while, I've missed writing to you all. And now, here, is where the fun starts. Because now, here my life has got to begin. There's no where else for me to hide.
Tomorrow I'm going to visit my friend Elizabeth & we are going to talk (finally) seriously about creating theatre together. And this week I will, definitely, send out at least 5 resumes. I think that is being kind to myself, don't you?
Here's the fun part, here's where my guts are really tested. Who do I become now???
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
27 & Pregnant...
ok. It's been far far far to long and for that I say, I'm sorry. And I also say, I'm not sure I'm back for good. My computer is having a little temper tantrum & is at times so slow that it causes me to walk away for days on end as to be sure that I don't throw it out the window. So again I apologize but I cannot yet say "I'm back baby!"
Anyways so I thought I'd come back with a humorous vengence.
If you've seen 16 & Pregnant you know they all start with a "monologue" about their carefree teenage life that ends with the words "But that's about to get a lot more complicated because... I'm pregnant." I've also noted to you all in the past that if I got pregnant right now I would be no better off than the majority of these girls. So I thought it would be kind of funny if I wrote my 27 & Pregnant monologue.
"Hi, I'm Janice. I live in Parsippany, New Jersey with my Mom Sue, my Dad Glenn, my sister Gina, my brother Jesse, our dog Daisy and cat Ruby. It's a tight fit in our three bedroom house, but somehow we make it work. I recently moved back home from studying abroad in the UK and it's tough readjusting to living at home with my parents, especially since I'm 27. I really want to be a writer, which is a hard business to not only break into, but to make a living. So right now I'm nanny-ing for my cousins. But life is about to get a lot more complicated... because I'm pregnant."
Can you tell what I did today??? That's right, I watched the 16 & Pregnant marathon.
Somebody send me a questions, I'll try to answer it tomorrow night. I had to take blogger off my phone bc it was driving me INSANE by reposting old blogs over and over and over and over again and therefore it kept sending me notifications. And if you know nothing about me, know this... I cannot leave a notification un-viewed. I can't have unviewed emails in my delete box. It's just not an option. So having notifications at the top of my phone... in upwards of 58 notifications... not ok. So bye bye blogger.
Anyways so I thought I'd come back with a humorous vengence.
If you've seen 16 & Pregnant you know they all start with a "monologue" about their carefree teenage life that ends with the words "But that's about to get a lot more complicated because... I'm pregnant." I've also noted to you all in the past that if I got pregnant right now I would be no better off than the majority of these girls. So I thought it would be kind of funny if I wrote my 27 & Pregnant monologue.
"Hi, I'm Janice. I live in Parsippany, New Jersey with my Mom Sue, my Dad Glenn, my sister Gina, my brother Jesse, our dog Daisy and cat Ruby. It's a tight fit in our three bedroom house, but somehow we make it work. I recently moved back home from studying abroad in the UK and it's tough readjusting to living at home with my parents, especially since I'm 27. I really want to be a writer, which is a hard business to not only break into, but to make a living. So right now I'm nanny-ing for my cousins. But life is about to get a lot more complicated... because I'm pregnant."
Can you tell what I did today??? That's right, I watched the 16 & Pregnant marathon.
Somebody send me a questions, I'll try to answer it tomorrow night. I had to take blogger off my phone bc it was driving me INSANE by reposting old blogs over and over and over and over again and therefore it kept sending me notifications. And if you know nothing about me, know this... I cannot leave a notification un-viewed. I can't have unviewed emails in my delete box. It's just not an option. So having notifications at the top of my phone... in upwards of 58 notifications... not ok. So bye bye blogger.
Friday, June 17, 2011
a whole lot of nothing
I'm having some trouble with my computer but hopefully tomoorrow my brother can look at it & give it a quick 1-2 and get her back in shape.
That's a brothers job after all... right?
This weeks has been kind of low key anyway. So I promise you aren't missing anything. Haha, I'll keep you all posted on anything new and exciting.
Anyway, I'll be back eventually. Don't miss me to much.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Blood. Sweat. Beers.
Are you a warrior???
That's a question I had the answer to at about 2:59 PM on Saturday. And that answer was "well no, I wouldn't consider myself particuarly tough at all, I actually might vom right here, if you wouldn't mind."
But at 3:00 PM fire shot from the pilars and I was off in a mass of people to become a warrior, whether I liked it or not.
I started the Warrior Dash going a little to strong & almost wore myself out before the first task even came up. I don't really know what exactly I was thinking but it was something like this "oh the tasks will be a nice little break."
Am I a moron or what???
TASK 1: To crawl underneath black tarps for about 15 - 20 feet. Easy peasy right? But no... there are roots & rocks & sh*t & you can't see them. Plus, at first, you're much more concerned with dodging any feet that may wack your face. Seems more important right? But it wasn't bc you need your knees to run the rest of the race, you're nose... not so much.
TASK 2: oh hey, here's a bunch of really wobbly 2 X 4s for you to crawl up, then crawl down, then shimmy across a 1 X 3 (or something ridiculous) & do it all over again. I literally said "Mother F***ER!!!!" good thing there were not children. Here's the problem with this one, I hate heights. And even though it was only like maybe 8 to 10 feet high, I was balancing on something my ass didn't fit on. Anyway, I made it through. Huzzah!!!
TASK 3: I hate to have to say this but I had to skip half of this task. There were plywood walls that wobbled around and they were probably about only 4 feet high. But here's the thing, I'm only 5'2" so getting over them can pose a bit of an issue. I tried like three times but couldn't quite get it up there & I didn't have any teammates to help me out. So I skipped the walls (there were 3 or 4 of them) but would pop back in between and go under the posts. I didn't want to be a complete loser mcdose.
TASK 4: I felt like Atreu & I was saying goodbye to my horse. Or my sneakers bc this mud meant business. I saw many a people loose their footing & shoes... I made it through. Pat me on the back.
TASK 5: Rope maze type thingy. They were elastic and you kind of manuevered through them. I felt like a spy it was kind of cool.
TASK 6: Oh hey lake, let me wade through you up to my waist. Oh yeah I'm just dunking all the way under bc that's how I role.
TASK 7: ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME!!??!!??!!?? that wall is about 20 feet high & I'm supposed to pull myself up it using that wee rope. NO THANK YOU!!! Saving that task for next year.
TASK 8: Tunnels, sporadic tunnels, short tunnels. And guess where this kid fell down for the first and only time... in the tunnel.
TASK 9: Rope wall up, rope wall down. When I got to the top I took a safety break cause my knees were shaking (I'm just not a fan of heights.) and had a little convo with the volunteer sitting up there. "So, how's your day?" "Whatcha up to?" Why did I come up here again" & "has anyone ever fallen IN the fire?"
TASK 10: Sh*t ton of tires & 9 busted out glassy jagged cares to climb over & more tires. Really??? REALLY??? And van with sun roof... I hate your life.
TASK 11: Jump through fire. You know... as you do.
TASK 12: The last task. Here it is. The piece de la resistance (uh?) A pool of muddy rocks so thick that you float in it. Yes I swam / crawled myself through this pool, right under the barbed wire... what is up. bad ass bitch coming through. I wont mention that both my hair & shirt got caught at 2 different points, cause it's irrevalant to my greatness.
SECRET 13th TASK: The f***ing FREEZING water you used to rinse yourself off. Seriously this was the worst task for me... it was so cold you couldn't catch your breath in it. It was horrible.
It was ridiculous on so many levels of fun. One of the funniest things was how frustrate I would get when I would slip on the mud when for all intents & purposes I shouldn't have but bc my soles were so packed with mud I had no traction. So I would slide when it wasn't even that muddy. My time wasn't to bad
That's a question I had the answer to at about 2:59 PM on Saturday. And that answer was "well no, I wouldn't consider myself particuarly tough at all, I actually might vom right here, if you wouldn't mind."
But at 3:00 PM fire shot from the pilars and I was off in a mass of people to become a warrior, whether I liked it or not.
I started the Warrior Dash going a little to strong & almost wore myself out before the first task even came up. I don't really know what exactly I was thinking but it was something like this "oh the tasks will be a nice little break."
Am I a moron or what???
TASK 1: To crawl underneath black tarps for about 15 - 20 feet. Easy peasy right? But no... there are roots & rocks & sh*t & you can't see them. Plus, at first, you're much more concerned with dodging any feet that may wack your face. Seems more important right? But it wasn't bc you need your knees to run the rest of the race, you're nose... not so much.
TASK 2: oh hey, here's a bunch of really wobbly 2 X 4s for you to crawl up, then crawl down, then shimmy across a 1 X 3 (or something ridiculous) & do it all over again. I literally said "Mother F***ER!!!!" good thing there were not children. Here's the problem with this one, I hate heights. And even though it was only like maybe 8 to 10 feet high, I was balancing on something my ass didn't fit on. Anyway, I made it through. Huzzah!!!
TASK 3: I hate to have to say this but I had to skip half of this task. There were plywood walls that wobbled around and they were probably about only 4 feet high. But here's the thing, I'm only 5'2" so getting over them can pose a bit of an issue. I tried like three times but couldn't quite get it up there & I didn't have any teammates to help me out. So I skipped the walls (there were 3 or 4 of them) but would pop back in between and go under the posts. I didn't want to be a complete loser mcdose.
TASK 4: I felt like Atreu & I was saying goodbye to my horse. Or my sneakers bc this mud meant business. I saw many a people loose their footing & shoes... I made it through. Pat me on the back.
TASK 5: Rope maze type thingy. They were elastic and you kind of manuevered through them. I felt like a spy it was kind of cool.
TASK 6: Oh hey lake, let me wade through you up to my waist. Oh yeah I'm just dunking all the way under bc that's how I role.
TASK 7: ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME!!??!!??!!?? that wall is about 20 feet high & I'm supposed to pull myself up it using that wee rope. NO THANK YOU!!! Saving that task for next year.
TASK 8: Tunnels, sporadic tunnels, short tunnels. And guess where this kid fell down for the first and only time... in the tunnel.
TASK 9: Rope wall up, rope wall down. When I got to the top I took a safety break cause my knees were shaking (I'm just not a fan of heights.) and had a little convo with the volunteer sitting up there. "So, how's your day?" "Whatcha up to?" Why did I come up here again" & "has anyone ever fallen IN the fire?"
TASK 10: Sh*t ton of tires & 9 busted out glassy jagged cares to climb over & more tires. Really??? REALLY??? And van with sun roof... I hate your life.
TASK 11: Jump through fire. You know... as you do.
TASK 12: The last task. Here it is. The piece de la resistance (uh?) A pool of muddy rocks so thick that you float in it. Yes I swam / crawled myself through this pool, right under the barbed wire... what is up. bad ass bitch coming through. I wont mention that both my hair & shirt got caught at 2 different points, cause it's irrevalant to my greatness.
SECRET 13th TASK: The f***ing FREEZING water you used to rinse yourself off. Seriously this was the worst task for me... it was so cold you couldn't catch your breath in it. It was horrible.
It was ridiculous on so many levels of fun. One of the funniest things was how frustrate I would get when I would slip on the mud when for all intents & purposes I shouldn't have but bc my soles were so packed with mud I had no traction. So I would slide when it wasn't even that muddy. My time wasn't to bad
Saturday, June 11, 2011
My room is a mess so it makes sense that my life is too. Wait a minute, scratch that, reverse it.
Thursday I went to the club to clean it and all I could think the whole time was... when did I dream this? When was my life's dream to be cleaning up after a bunch of men. Individuals who can't even keep me abreast of when there are events. So all I could do today was take the garbages out bc they were in the middle of an outing.
So just to make matters worse I overheard one of the members talking about his daughter, who I graduated with, who is extremely successful. Then I realized, that's why my dad always seems so annoyed with me, I'd be annoyed with me too if I had to listen to that all day. I dunno, I think Thursday was just a wallowy day.
But today... I'm running the Warrior Dash. So, yes, I wrote this Thursday night. I will be in a completely different state of mind come Saturday. Which, is today.
You know you love this rambling.
Anyways so I'm at the W.D. today & my motto is definitely that I'm not looking to place, just to survive. It's going to be such a good time but I just really want to make it through. From A - Z. And then drink many many many beers. Wish me luck...
Thursday I went to the club to clean it and all I could think the whole time was... when did I dream this? When was my life's dream to be cleaning up after a bunch of men. Individuals who can't even keep me abreast of when there are events. So all I could do today was take the garbages out bc they were in the middle of an outing.
So just to make matters worse I overheard one of the members talking about his daughter, who I graduated with, who is extremely successful. Then I realized, that's why my dad always seems so annoyed with me, I'd be annoyed with me too if I had to listen to that all day. I dunno, I think Thursday was just a wallowy day.
But today... I'm running the Warrior Dash. So, yes, I wrote this Thursday night. I will be in a completely different state of mind come Saturday. Which, is today.
You know you love this rambling.
Anyways so I'm at the W.D. today & my motto is definitely that I'm not looking to place, just to survive. It's going to be such a good time but I just really want to make it through. From A - Z. And then drink many many many beers. Wish me luck...
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