Sunday, August 18, 2013

Week 9: LeVar Burton would be so proud!

This week I only stepped slightly outside of my comfort zone.

The other night we were discussing several different books amongst friends, and it occurred to us that it might be fun to start a book club.  Per my friend Will's recommendation, I joined goodreads, a website where you can log books you have read and tag books you would like to read.  The site evaluates your choices and recommends other books that you might be interested in.

Of course, after about half an hour on goodreads, I had rated 67 books that I have read and tagged 89 that I would like to read.  This could be a very dangerous site for me.  Since I have an English degree, it is not at all surprising to me that most of my books were "classics".  I always said someday I would like to go back and read the entire literary canon--but then that just raises a lot of questions about who determines what books are worth reading...and I never quite got around to deciding where to start.

This website solves some of the mystery for me.

Plus, I can see what friends are currently reading and the types of books they are interested.  Perfect tools for starting a book club.

But you don't have to take my word for it...

COMING UP...  Week 10:  Boom, headshot!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Week 8: The Grass is Always Greener...

Sorry I am a little late in posting this...

My intent last week was to visit the local farmer's market and do a shot of wheatgrass because I remembered seeing a wheatgrass stand there a few years back and I have always wanted to try it.

So... apparently they don't have that stand anymore. 

Epic.  Fail.

That was my only plan for something new for the week, and I had already waited until Saturday because that is the day of the farmer's market. 

No need to panic though.

I am at the farmer's market, I think to myself (and verbalize aloud to my poor husband whom I have dragged along).  Surely I can find something new here.

We walk up and down the rows, peering into stand after stand of vegetables and crafts, passing several aspiring young artists singing for their supper as well as an older gentleman who just seems to be making a ruckus.  We end up buying some jalapenos and banana peppers and a few ears of sweet corn for my mom, but that's was not why we are here.  We need to find something, anything for me to try.

And then we see a foodtruck.

Of course my husband is starving by this point so we immediately sidle up to the window to place our orders.  He orders an egg sandwich because he quite obsessively loves breakfast food, and I want a hotdog because we do not buy hotdogs ever (despite my best efforts) and I have frankly (pun intended) missed that lovable mystery meat.

But wait!

The sign says that these are no ordinary hotdogs.  The meat comes from a vendor a few stalls down at this very farmer's market.  This farm prides itself on its grass-fed, non-chemically-altered, honest-to-goodness natural meat.

Naturally, I am suspicious of this natural meat. 

My delicate palate has grown accustomed to its daily allotment of hormone-ridden, chemically-saturated food.  Despite adding chia seeds to my diet recently, I have still not entirely curbed the junk-intake and still visit McDonald's and Burger King more often that I care to admit.

But I need something new and eating this grass-fed meat means that I can keep the same blog title that I already cleverly came up with for the imaginary wheatgrass shot.

So I order the hotdog--if you can still call it that.  It is much more like a sausage than a hotdog, but I eat it anyway.  It's honestly not terrible, but it certainly tastes nothing like a hotdog.  I don't know that I would order another one, but I managed to make it work--for the sake of the blog.

At least I didn't cop out and skip a week.

I am proud of myself for that.

I do have an update on the silent auction that I volunteered to help with.  Today, I met with the volunteer coordinator for the first time since the volunteer luncheon last Saturday was cancelled.  Turns out, they already have enough people helping with the silent auction so they would like to use my efforts elsewhere.  Of course I am more than happy to help still.  I took a tour of the facility and she gave me some background on the organization.  There is a more official volunteer orientation next Thursday which will hopefully have more specific information on what exactly I would be doing for them.  I'm still excited to be getting involved AND I may have found other new thing to blog about while I was there.  To be continued...

COMING UP:  Week 9:  LeVar Burton would be so proud!

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Week 7: An Auctionary Tale

Truth be told my stint in daily exercise has not gone well at all, folks.

I have not been feeling well lately which has given me all the excuse I need to avoid that daily chore.  I think I need to take better care of myself in general.  I could probably eat much better than I have this past month or so.  And stress out a little less.  And get more sleep.  All of which I fully intend to do.


Therefore, instead of focusing on the negative (i.e. the lack of workouts), I have decided to focus on a positive:  community service.  Since finishing school, I feel a little lost.  This is the end of an era.  I have literally been in school since I was...what --three?  four years old?  That is a really long time, people.

With my newfound free time, I naturally decided to fill it up immediately.  I saw an ad on a local volunteer website for an organization in need of a "Data Input Processor, Description Writer, Product Photographer" to help with their annual silent auction.

Perfect, right?

It gets better.  This little organization was founded in 2006 to develop both music-making and -appreciation in the area.  This is quite possibly the perfect volunteer work for me.  I could incorporate my love of writing and photography and music in a forum that actually does good in the community.

So, I signed up.

Now, it's only two to four hours per month until the auction on November 2nd and I haven't officially started yet, but I feel pretty good about it.  I am attending a volunteer luncheon next Saturday so I'll have to keep you all posted.

COMING UP... Week 8:  The Grass is Always Greener...