Thursday, April 19, 2012

Weird or Just Different?

I try to tell myself that the things I find weird here in India are just different. I shouldn't find it weird or wrong. But there is one thing I just can't come to grips with. I haven't been able to find a reason for the way people write on walls, furniture, or anything within reach when there is a pen or pencil lying around. This has annoyed me for years. One time we had friends over and the teenage boy wrote on Micah's wall, "Micah room". And the other day I noticed that there is writing on the wall at the girls' home. I also caught a girl writing on the table. I told her that we don't do that here, we write on paper only. I've had people write on my sugar container lid, my table, my wall, my bookshelf, and my tablecloth. I have seen people write on their clothes, their walls, their shoes, or their bed. I can't make sense of it. I now make a point of hiding all our pens and pencils when our friends come over.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

More Toilet Talk

I don't like using public toilets, not even at work. But today I had to. So I went in and noticed that the window was slightly open. Maybe a two inch opening. I noticed that the view was to the balcony next door (less than 20 feet away). But no one was on the balcony and any delay in my sitting down is an opportunity for an accident, so I sat. And wouldn't you know it, the minute I sat down a lady came out on her balcony to hand clothes. She was facing my window. I realized that I couldn't see her face which meant that she couldn't see mine. But from her angle she could clearly see my legs and lap sitting on the toilet. Probably she could see my pants around my knees. I sat there in agony, waiting for her to leave, but she just kept flapping the clothes around up there. So I decided to quickly do the stand up and pull up motion quickly. But my pants caught on the toilet seat and made a loud crash. I'm sure it drew her attention to the open window. I got myself out of view and reached over and shut the window so that she wouldn't see my face.

Lesson for the day.... Shut the window.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Eyes

I have always had an eye thing. I love eyes and I hate them. I love to see beautifully colored eyes and can just stare at them. But I hate people touching their eyes or having someone touch my eyes, or most things about eyes.

Today I went with two girls to the eye doctor. I decided to get my eyes checked also. After the doctor looked at our eyes for a few minutes he sent us back out to the waiting room and had the nurse come put drops in our eyes. I absolutely hate have drops put in my eyes. Always have. So when he came to put them in my eyes I kept squinting and the drops would not go in. He finally gave up and a lady with me tried. I think I got half a drop in each eye. The embarrassing thing is that all the people in the waiting room were looking at me and smiling. But the good thing is that I had to keep my eyes closed for 5 minutes so I couldn't see them.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Why-O Plyo

I just finished my P90X Plyometrics workout. I've got to say that it was much easier then it use to be. I guess all the Insanity workouts helped prepare me to somehow be awesome! Just kidding of course. It is never a pretty thing. I always imagine myself to be in the video as the person who has never done the workout before and is dying in the background.

One thing that really made me realize the improvement in my athleticism is the rock star jumps. When I first did P90X I could hardly do one jump, but now I can get my fat little legs up in the air without any problem.

The real problem is my lack of perseverance. I tend to give up the last 3 seconds. I find that true in everyday life. I love to be early but I also love to leave early. I quit! I like to get out. I bet I will retire before I'm 65.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

P90X or Insanity

I have tried both P90X and Insanity and I prefer P90X. Now, to be fair, I didn't do all of the Insanity workout where I did finish P90X.

Yesterday I commented to Steve, "I find it amazing that I workout as much as I do yet I still have a big stomach." He still hasn't figured out what he "should" try to solve and when he "should" just agree with me. This was one of those times that he tried to solve it in a helpful suggestion of, "You have to watch what you eat" Not helpful! I told him how he should have responded and we started over. I again said, "I find it amazing that I workout as much as I do and I still have a big stomach." To which he responded, "It is amazing." Right response! Quick learner.

When I did P90X, I really noticed a difference in my body. With Insanity I believe my cardiovascular system is healthier. But since I still get winded going up three flights of stairs, I think I would prefer to see the difference. So I am going back to P90X. The bummer with P90X is that you need equipment. Insanity has shorter workouts, which I like, and no equipment. I also wasn't in pain for a week when I started Insanity. With P90X I moaned whenever I moved for the first week. Am I really ready to do that to myself again? Here's hoping that my body will quickly bounce back to the P90X shape it was in.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Toenails

Yes, it is true, I hate toenails. Who is with me in this sentiment? I really want to know that I am not the only one out there who hates her own toenails. I don't mind other peoples' toenails, but mine drive me crazy. There are a lot of things that drive me crazy though. Not sure which thing is the thing that pushed me over the edge into insanity, it could have been my toenails.

I want my toenails to be pretty, and they are good looking, so that isn't a problem. I actually think I have nice feet. They have a good shape, and the toenails add something to the whole foot. But they bug me. They just feel so weird. Especially the little toenail. I find myself touching them all the time. Maybe my toenails are more sensitive then other peoples'.

Anytime I can feel the edge of the toenail starting to grow out a bit, I cut it short. If it feels too think I will file it flat. I've almost filed all the way through the toenail before and had to let it grow out fat. Even as I type this I can feel the little toenail on my left foot and it is almost too much for me to bare. Now the other little guy is making me feel it. They just sit there taunting me.

The edges bother me too. Especially if they touch another foot. Yuck! I cut those too. And if I wear closed toe shoes then my toenails rub the end of the shoe, or the top of the shoe, and try to rub a hole through the shoe. Oh what to do.