Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Chris and I ride bikes and went shooting. I haven't been shooting in awhile, but I really wanted to get some ducks. That would be photography shots, by the way. No, I do not kill animals.
The problem I find with bright days is that I can't get the camera to capture the light that I see with my eye. I'm still not great at setting for the highlights and I'm beginning to like the Cannon's auto white balance less and less. Fortunately, shooting in RAW allows me to fix it up later in PS, but I always feel like that's cheating, even though all the info is in the RAW file already. It's a fine line.
My twitter was hacked last week. Nothing serious, just a link to tumblr posted that said I won a starbuck's card. But today my tumblr was hacked, and both those are linked to my facebook and twitter. I revoked tumblr's privileges and changed my password, but the thing is, my password before was pretty freakin strong. I'm looking into it now, but something is up. I don't let my laptop on public wifi, and I wonder if I have used a network on my phone that could have put me at risk. As of now, I can't think of any and I thought the exploit for this kind of tomfoolery was a firefox thing. We'll see what develops. It's just strange to me all this is starting now all if a sudden after all my carefulness.
Going to the State Fair tomorrow and then the Punch Line on Friday. Chris won tickets for him and nine friends. Lucky us! Over halfway through the week now. I'll be glad when it's over. I found out some pretty depressing news on Monday about someone, but in the end I have some really awesome friends who care a lot about me and I know I can get through the tough times so I can enjoy the good. And that's all for Day Three. Oh yeah-down four pounds from Dr's office weigh-in last week and down 1.4 since Day One. Go me!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I really like this Fitness Pal app on the iPhone. It's a really great app. Fat Secret was a great web tool, but Fit Pal is so portable, and not only has a bigger database of various Calorie values, but also has a built-in barcode scanner.
With Fat Secret, I would log my Calories and try to stay under 1500 and exercise to create a deficit, which is fine, but very stringent and hard to follow. With Fit Pal, I can earn more Calories if I exercise. If I don't reach my allotted 1200 Calories (Fat Secret told me to stay under 1500, Fit Pal told me to stay under 1200), it tells me that not eating enough is bad for me and warns me that my body can go into starvation mode.
If I exercise after I have hit my food goal, it doesn't give me that error and if I still have a net loss, I am still good for the day, even if I go above 1200. For example, today's Calorie count was 1370 Calories consumed, 533 Calories burned with various exercise for a net count of 817. Am I explaining this well?
I found out that healthy-looking cereal does not equal healthy cereal. A 1 cup serving of a cheap brand of cinnamon swirls is half the Calories of a 2/3 cup serving of the Trader Joe's brand of maple-flavored nut clusters. I also found out that original Special K is in a bigger box, but has less cereal in it than the honey oat one, with just 30 less Calories than the latter. I didn't eat much cereal last time I did the Calorie counting diet, so I am learning a lot.
Swimming laps, bike riding and frisbee today. I don't count the walking, wheelchair pushing and general up and down at work, either, so I think I'm doing pretty well in the exercise area. We do have a whole top layer of wedding cake in our freezer right now that is calling my name-but no! I will not give in to it's carrot cake, butter cream goodness! I will survive! Chris, on the other hand, has some Calories left and is now eating it. Right. Next. To. Me....
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
If you can't appreciate your own school without hating on another one, you don't have much of an argument.
The update that ended it was something to the effect of, "The theater where I'm watching Harry Potter has an air of self-importance. Must be full of UC Davis students." This was only one of many such pitiful caricatures of the students in my town, but I'd never heard a word on the Davis side about Sac State students. It's as if the "rivalry" wouldn't exist without the Sac State students perpetuating this.
It's sad, because I know there are students who have gone to both schools and had a great experience at both. The two schools are a big part of keeping Sacramento from dying and both are part of California's public higher education system that is trying to compete with private colleges like USC so that college can be a little more affordable for Californians. They both have their own culture and their own strong points, such as Sac's social work degree program or Davis's vets. Riding onto a campus and smelling a farm is awesome to a girl like me who grew up in a farm town. It's quaint.
Both schools are good but there is quite a number of Sac State students that are so "self-important" that they have to build this mythology behind their causeway rivalry in order to make themselves feel better. I met a lot of these kids at California Young Dems events and they seem like nice people until they start bashing a school they've probably never been to. If they want to build their own school up, they should try pointing out it's qualities rather than insulting others.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
I also blocked my husband's creepy ex on twitter. She's been angry at me for getting with him five years ago, then friendly with me, then we didn't talk a whole lot, then she got really silent after we got engaged. It's just creepy that she follows my twitter.
Everything is new. All the bad stuff (like my previous entry) doesn't even have a place in my happily ever after. Old memories of people hurting me to protect their own friends or using me to prop their own egos up don't belong in the joy that is living with my best friend in the best little college town that anyone could dream up. Life is a fairy tale, if you let it be.
Everything is new. Life is joy. Love is strong. The end.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Thing is, he was already supposed to be gone that weekend on a trip with his dad, but she also tried to make me feel guilty about that-for having my bridal shower on Mother's Day weekend when her family would be on this trip and she would have to spend the weekend alone just to come to my shower. How dare I? I told her to not bother coming to the shower or the wedding. I had already moved the location of the wedding because she had complained that a separate ceremony with just a few people followed by a large reception to include everyone was unfair if her kids couldn't come to both. Yet, she didn't even invite our step-sisters to her wedding at all and got mad at my Mom for saying that they would have their feelings hurt. Selfish, self-centered, hypocrite.
A few days before the wedding my husband texted her and told her that her and her family were still invited. She never answered, only telling my father that she didn't want to hear it from Chris, but from her. So after my dad pleaded with me to make some sort of gesture, I texted her phone. She never answered, but texted me later from her husband's phone, claiming hers was out of power and she "wasn't near an outlet," (her default excuse for not getting in touch with people when she's being a flake), and just wanted to wish me a happy day. I asked her if she had gotten Chris's text and she said she'd rather hear it from me. Like my husband can't speak for both of us. So I finally gave in and said, "Look, you're my sister and I love you. I'd love for you to come, but ultimately it's your decision." She NEVER answered.
I used to think my sister's sudden migraines or cramps before family get-togethers and times when she said she wanted to hang out were just that, medical issues that she's just happens to have. But they were always so convenient and they didn't happen when she'd go to see her in-laws or drive to Bodega Bay with her husband or up to Redding for hunting trips. None of those places were too far to drive, either, but dropping her step-son off in Placerville to come to my bridal shower was just a gruesome drive.
She knew I was starting to be on to her about the convenient head-aches, so before my bridal shower, she made sure to have some other way to manipulate the situation and kept her step-son home and telling me (not even asking me), "Terren is coming to the Bridal Shower. Is that going to be a problem?" If this had been her own friend's bridal shower, would she have even asked at all? I highly doubt. That's just who my sister is: she walks all over people to get what she wants and manipulates people to try to look good while she's doing it.
Afterwards, she even lied to our little sister, saying that our Mom put all this stuff in my head and that's why I got mad at her. Our Mom had nothing to do with it. My sister makes the bed she lies in and she can lie there so self-righteous now with her new family and her new church and all her bullshit being the sly terror that she is. Good riddance. She won't be hearing from me again.