Tres chic

I seem to have done a little Tera-rizing. :) So I found this pretty awesome little number



It was a little bit much up top for me, but I had major revamping plans. The plans began with the removal of a little stain on one of the shoulders. I removed the stain by chopping that thing right off. I don't mess around. You know, I failed the third grade because they had recess in the third grade and I don't play! Oh my goodness... I am on fire :)

So here is my new ensemble less the bottom half and a sleeve. I took it in a little bit too


Boyfriend and I went to a restaurant in Chicago called FronTERA grill. I'm just sayin... Tera. Rick Bayless knew what he was saying when he named that one.

Home again home again

So I just got home tonight. I am a frequent airport goer. I have my routine down pretty well. I would definitely be among the people you would like to find yourself behind because I am quick as a cat. Today was an interesting experience as far as planes go. I arrived at O'Hare at approximately 4:30ish pm for my 6:00 flight. I have planned my Monday evening flights on the 777 plane for a while now because they are so much better than regular planes. I checked in and changed my seat to an open seat closer to the front of the plane (something I regular do because I would rather be closer to the door when I leave). 11G. Turns out, 11G is in business class. I'm not really sure how this happened. I was already past 11G when I realized I missed my seat. It was a pleasant surprise and it doesn't seem to have cost me any extra money. Now I just have to check miles... hmmm... I have been to Chicago almost a dozen and a half times and this has never happened before... not to mention my Mother lives in Atlanta and my Dad lives in Kansas City so I do my fair share of the traveling. I bet it was the miles. Oops.

As much as I give boyfriend a hard time about not coming here I know it is best that I go there because we really do get to spend more time with each other. He has a tentative graduation date = June 11th 2011. I have learned that anything can change, but I like having a glimpse of a light at the end of the tunnel. It will be time for the next chapter. Chapter 3 I think...Life after school :)

Hot yoga

Nothing like a 100 degree room to do some yoga. It was my very first yoga experience and there is only one word I could use to describe it... HOT. So hot. Boyfriend and I walked over and I stupidly thought it was a little cold outside, but after being in that humid, sweltering room for an hour and a half I have never been so happy to be in 30 degrees.

It was actually a really good experience and if I knew anything about yoga before I went in that room then I bet I would have been pretty good. The lady who taught the class gave me information about her friend who teaches in Dallas. Maybe I will be a yoga goer...

Training

I just started training for my training yesterday. Which means... I want to be able to run three miles without feeling like I may die before I have to start training for a half marathon. My brother, B, and I stepped it up a bit with the treadmill training on Friday night. The plan was to go to 12 on a 12 incline on their new treadmill. We made it to a 6 for a bit before he gave up (wimp). Luckily I have it all on video :) Enjoy



This was actually the second take. The first one was better and more exciting, but due to operator error the video was not executed. That's OK though because we had round two and we did an amazing job if I do say so myself.

Yesterday I went running in the great outdoors. What is wrong with the great state of Texas? I will tell you... 85 degrees in March. I just don't get it. Don't get me wrong... I'm sure the people in Chicago who had snow earlier this month are scoffing at the thought, but do you realize it is going to be 120 degrees this summer? I think it is a little much. Am I wrong? Anyway, as I sweated around the block I started to feel really uncomfortable in my three sports bras (that's right. I said three. I don't like taking chances) Either way, I went to the store after my run and when I got home and removed that evil, constricting, torture device. It was pure bliss. I have never felt so good in my whole life... Free as a bird and all that jazz. This morning I woke up and almost burned that God forsaken contraption. The only reason I didn't was because I couldn't get out of bed. Apparently I pulled a muscle in my back. I can't turn my neck to the left so if I try then my whole body turns. Bollocks. Also, it hurts like someone hit me with a baseball bat or something. Seriously, I don't understand how this happened. I went to the store and bought some heating thingys that stick to your body. I put one on and came home to finish my laundry. I was sweating profusely. (gross.) Anyone who knows me knows I don't get hot regularly. I am pretty much cold...all the time. (ice water runs through these veins or I have bad circulation or something) Well, I had to take it off and plan to put it back on in about 4 minutes when I go to bed. Wish me luck

Spooked

I just finished reading a really good book, but it scared the crap out of me. I was fine reading it during the day, but as soon as the darkness of night came I was a wee bit spooked. I repeatedly felt like I saw objects moving and I would look up and no one was there.(obviously) I am thrilled to have finished it, but the second book awaits... I will try my best to read it a)when I am not alone and b)when it is not dark. Now I have to watch 'Friends' so I do not have to worry when I turn the lights out. Wow, I am a real chicken. This, however, is something I already knew about myself. Sorry you had to find out this way

I have so much to say because I have been so busy this week, but it is hard to post anything when your camera is broken and you depend on others for the awesome pictures/videos that came about. I went to the thrift store and I found two hideous dresses! I can't wait to revamp them and make something fabulous. I must give all of the credit for my extreme passion to revamping to my Mom. Wooo. Also, I started running. I am not sure if I will ever get up into the double digits, but I am going to try my darndest.






Today my beautiful mother told me I could do anything. Actually, she said if I put my mind to something then I would work until I accomplished it. And to this I say, dear mother, it is all because of you. You are the reason I always believed I could learn to do everything. I love you more than all the green in all the land.

ooohhhmmm...

So I tried out meditating tonight. I decided my brain was the equivalent of a rush hour traffic jam. Maybe it's more like the equivalent of the autohahnen in Germany. I am going 90 mph all the time. I think about so many things at one time and sometimes it is a little overwhelming. Combining a stressful job with being sick for a while and missing boyfriend and my Mom makes for a very wound up Tera so what is my solution? Good old fashioned meditation. And how did I learn meditating you might wonder... The never fails know all of the internet. Obviously you can learn to do anything on the internet (even sweet sweet meditation). So I found a site that told me all about the steps to meditation. Here is how they worked out for me:
1. Sit down, close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing. Breathe automatically and freely and do not try to control it. (Wow...is that really how I sound when I breathe?!?)
2. After you feel comfortable, begin counting each breath breathing in, one..... breathing out, two... (try not to think about the dog nose that just touched your hand... meditating is hard when others are around)
3. If you start to feel your thoughts begin to wander to anything besides breathing be aware of this and focus back on your breathing (...play that funky music white boy... Seriously?!? That's what you are going to think about?)
4. Breathing in, 39...breathing out, 40... breathing in, 31. (Crap. I think I lost count)
5. If you start to notice other things in the room (dogs snoring, lizards sleeping) just shut them out of your mind and keep your concentration on your breathing.
6. Now begin noticing the other things in the room and stretch a little bit. (begin noticing?)
7. Great job. (?)

I think I will try this meditation business again. Apparently, you are supposed to get better and then eventually you can start using mantra's instead of counting. YEEEE I would love to focus on a fantastic mantra. Oh the possibilities.

The best day of the whole year

I love St Patrick's day! I don't know why I love it so much, but I just really really do. It is the day I met boyfriend (woo) and it is a day full of wearing my favorite color (woo) and I love the four leaf clover (woo). I am pretty super excited about it. So I went to the parade yesterday and I had a very good time just me and NAL. We walked around and tried to find our people, but no luck sooooooo we waited until the parade was over and met them at the Toadies concert. I have never felt old before until I went to that concert. I know I am still pretty young (I still have the pep in my step), but I am not a concert person anymore I think. I got burned with a cigarette by a girl who was stoned out of her mind and I just started getting super irritated with all of the people around me who touched me or smelled bad. St Patrick's day is a day of bringing your beer to a parade and hanging out with your friends. Green beer, green clothes, green everything. win.



Oh yeah... I forgot to mention the part about drawing tattoos on the guy who falls asleep in between the parade and hanging out at Sherlock's. I'm just saying... you better be ready to have fun.



And... He didn't even wake up until the cross tattoo was almost have done. How can you sleep through two girls sitting on you drawing on your back?



I am super excited about Thursday. I am going to St Pati's all over the place.

Zumba!

I went to Zumba tonight with VMN! Imagine a tall girl and a short girl shaking their booties with a hodgepodge of other women (and one man). Here is a visual of what the height difference might look like

And here is what the booty shaking might look like
Zumba

It was so much fun. A few people 'V' and I work with do this on a regular basis (one girl teaches a class) and we have heard good things for so long we decided it was time... Oh boy was it. I looked over at her a few times and she was laughing hysterically. Imagine dancing your heart out for an hour and not really even realizing you are burning a lot of calories until you are covered with sweat at the end of the class. Throw in a lot of "You can do it"'s and "WOOO"'s, booty shake shake shake and a lot of women bouncing around a giant fluorescent lit room.

= win.

Movie night

I went over to my brother's house last night for movie night. We decided to watch 127 hours


I have never seen a person who is more like my brother ever. It is a little startling really to think about the baby bro trekking off into the wild and not notifying anyone about his plans (very brotheresque). We may have had a little talk after the movie was over (me begging and begging him to always tell someone if he goes anywhere). This might be funny to some as he doesn't really leave the house much of late, but there was a time when this would apply and I really think it could happen.

One other surprising thing about the movie was the striking resemblance of scruff Franco vs. scruff baby bro.
VS


B opens his eyes a little wider though

He actually said to me "No, Tera. That would never happen to me because I am so much smarter than that." I couldn't tell if it was just him being cocky or if he was completely serious. This is his standard pose...in front of another masterpiece of mine and an inside joke resemblance



The hand took too many tries to make, but finally HBO and I prevailed! Boyfriend cut the blades out and we devoured the delicioso Wolverine themed ice cream birthday cake.

ART

I painted more art this weekend and had a wonderful time. Six ladies. Six masterpieces. It's pretty crazy how we could paint the exact same thing and each has it's own little flavor. (haha) Speaking of flavor... One of the artists (she who must not be named) may or may not have dipped her paint brush in her wine glass instead of the water cup. And then I almost did it again two more times after that. (Oops. I guess the cat is out of the bag. It was me all along)

Here is me painting my little heart out. KH is working it across the table


Then we painted the buildings in red


I think I want to paint another one already. The whole experience is so much fun and it is an awesome girls night out.

This is the finished product of my art



I am just amazed at how different everyone's paintings turned out. Mine is a little top heavy, but I had a good time so I don't even care. Win.

Tax season... thumbs down

I started to write that I don't know a single good thing about tax season and realized I am getting money back so I better not tell a lie, but I loathe filing taxes. I don't know why I have such an extreme hatred for it, but I just really don't like doing it. The level-headed person (not me) would have someone do it for them if they have this much distaste for something, but I don't believe in having someone else do something when I am perfectly capable of doing it myself. I am the man that insists on repairing the dishwasher/garbage disposal/washing machine himself when he is not capable of such a task. All I can think as I write this is 'Maybe he is capable. All he has to do is try. I bet he could do it'. Actually replace those he's with I's and that is really what I am thinking. I just really think I could do anything I set my mind to. I once took apart an entire vacuum cleaner because it stopped working. I figured out that my hair wrapped around the spinny thingy and got stuck and it burned the motor.

Anyway... I hate tax season.

back in the saddle

I went to happy hour with some of my work friends tonight and was in bed before 10?!? I guess I am starting out with a little bitty teeny tiny saddle...for a miniature horse. I will work my way up to a big girl saddle. I feel like I am well on my way back to big girl-dom. I decided to go to work tomorrow morning so I will now use that as an excuse...done. I talked to my only blog reader today about what I should do next (Hi, KD!! :)) and there is so much. There are so many fruits left to put in my hair and so many cakes to decorate. Also, I have a lot of miles ahead of me. I need to start running so I can make sure the training won't kill me.

Tomorrow I am going to paint another art. I can add a new masterpiece to my collection. Maybe I can just start selling them to make my millions. I wonder how much money is in selling painted pottery...

Blah

I feel like blah. No, I feel like a giant booger. I hate being sick and I don't want to do it any more. You can't learn how to do everything when you are ready for bed at 8:00! The lady at the Minuteclinic told me I had ear canals like a child :) I should have called her a "butthead" and then I really would have been childlike, but instead I am decongestanting. Boyfriend said to me "So, what are you going to do tonight?" and I said "I was thinking about drinking lots of fluids and resting." So this is my life. Time for bed. I will not look at the clock and realize it is 8:20. I refuse.

Tomorrow I will get back to learning how to do everything