Hey! I was just thinking about you my dear readers, and thought I would pop in. I have a lot in the works right now, and will have to wait a little to make a full blown post, but wanted to let you know I was thinking of you. =)
You know what I’m not good at? Dieting and exercising. (Oh, and consistently blogging. yeah, I’m bad at that too.) It is against my very nature as someone who must be doing something productive and relatively satisfying at all times. I’m a late 80’s early 90’s kid, who’s best friend was cable tv. I was never told no when ice cream was involved, and I only played outside when I felt like it. The rest of the time you could find me curled up with a book in a bizarre spot. Besides, I pretty much gave up riding my bike somewhere between needing stitches and an hour of gravel removal and we moved to a place where my parents got lost and decided to buy a piece of property there. I do not run unless my life depends on it, and that weighs heavily upon what objects around me can be used as a weapon.
I’ve fallen off the eat right and feel better bandwagon so many times I’m scarred for life. I don’t feel any better when I eat what I’m told to and exercise as much as I should, so why am I torturing myself again?
You know what I am good at? Letting go and moving on. *throws the recumbent bike off the balcony with glee*
I decided fat and happy is much better than thin and angry (okay I never got to the thin part, so I was just angry). No, I’m not abandoning all self control and eating til I’m 500 lbs. I am going to stop shaming myself though, and just be me. The I’m moody so I will feed the beast chocolate, or I rode two miles on the recumbent bike so that deserves ice cream will no longer make me feel guilty.
I go in little waves, and that’s okay. I don’t have to become a marathon runner. I don’t have to join a four times a week yoga class. I can take a class here and there, lift a few weights when I remember and oh, walk a random 5k because my friends want me to. (The Foam 5k is this Saturday, I will keep you posted… If I survive.)
WOOHOO! I am celebrating summer with a sale, and I’ve just surpassed 200 posts! For this week only, spend $5 or more and use the coupon code KCBLOG200 for $2 off your purchase, and this DOES work on jewelry sale items!
Hey gang! This summer is turning out to be a very, very busy one! Weddings, showers, babies, extra hours at work…
BUT! I am putting on a sale on all my jewelry from now until Sunday, June 22. All pieces will be reduced in price, except for my nose studs, which will be buy one, get one half off!
I’ve added a few new pairs of earrings, but I will keep adding more as the week progresses! Thanks for stopping by!
I know, I know, as we are transitioning into summer all over the US, we don’t want to think about heavy yarn. But! I have a good cause for you! Warm Up America! is taking donations for baby blankets to give to preemie babies. Visit their facebook page for more info and please consider knitting or crocheting a blanket to donate. If you’re a sewer, visit Project Linus for similar opportunities!
You wouldn’t believe how much comfort you can bring to a little one and their family by your handmade gift! I try to remember to pray over them before I finish, just so God will send a little extra love.
I promise, I haven’t given up on finishing my Punta Cana story, I am just swamped between work and class. My final project is due this Thursday and I haven’t even thought about my presentation yet. *hyperventilating*
It started with 36+ hours of no sleep. I’d never flown before and was too keyed up between lack of sleep, anxiety about flying, and anxiety about forgetting something. We stayed at the Comfort Inn Metro across from DTW airport, arriving after midnight. Around 3 am, I decided to wander out to the front desk and chat up Josh, the overnight front desk clerk. He was a very nice guy, and was happy for the company. Around 4:30, I woke the others for breakfast, joking with Josh that if I didn’t reemerge in five minutes, I had probably been smothered with a pillow.
We ate, we accepted vouchers for parking and checked out, with a promise from Josh that he HAD to go see his friends in Nevada that he had been telling me about. We drove around the corner to the airport lot and weaved our way through a few hundred sleeping cars to find a shuttle driver and an empty space. He loaded our bags and us, then off we went to the airport. The plane took off close to on time and gave me a pleasant surprise- a new perspective on vistas I had seen previously. I thanked God for His splendor and asked to conduct us safely to Punta Cana. We picked up a connecting flight in Atlanta, and were off on our way. Flying over the ocean and watching little pork chop shaped islands go by is a sight to behold. Blue green water and beautiful sand.
We arrived to 80 something degrees and cheery sun. We were unloaded right on the tarmac and shuttled to the thatched roof airport terminal to wait confused in a stuffy, long line for customs. After paying our $10 tax to enter Punta Cana, we were bombarded by helpful locals that wanted to carry our bags and take us to our next stop for a few bucks. I had to turn down a few that were too pushy while waiting for the other couple we went with. I finally let a smiley man I guessed to be about 40 drag away my luggage with me close on his heels. He whisked us past a line of waiting foreigners to the Expedia clerk. She already had our info in hand and confirmed our identities. Next the nice man whisked off towards the waiting shuttle. We paid him some US dollars and amid a profusion of thank yous from both parties we were on our way.
Driving in Punta Cana is terrifying. If we were not on a 20 person shuttle, I swore we would have been crushed by a bigger vehicle. It is a miracle no mopeds or small vehicles were maimed in our wake. Stop signs are apparently more like a suggestion, at best, a yield sign. We almost killed a poor worker who was trying to hold a power line to be installed coming around a corner as a service truck was coming from the opposite direction. After dropping off other passengers and glimpses of native life and mountains, we arrived at our destination within an hour and a half. (We picked a resort about an hour away from the airport)
Before this blog post becomes a full on ramble and takes up too much of our time, I am going to stop it here to continue later, and give you a reprieve with a few photos. There will be many more to come.