Strength Training

I’m in training. I’ve got a lot of things to work out. 

My physical side can use some serious reconstruction.  I know everyone feels great about working out and being athletic, but boy do I wish I could abracadabra these pounds away. I started the Insanity workout this week and Shaun T. is kicking my butt. I never knew jumping around would be so difficult. All I’m saying is, it hurts to walk up the stairs. And bend over to pick things up. And lift my arms above my head. And breathe.

Being strong emotionally…WAY more difficult. A friend posted this message on twitter that I thought was appropriate.  It’s a letter from John Steinback to his son who had written him earlier and told him he was in love with a girl named Susan. There aren’t any protein shakes for that!

New York
November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.







I’m feeling inspired. Not in any philosophical or deep way.  Just in a, I need to get up and get some of this stuff done, kind of way.  Remember that to do list I talked about yesterday, checked a handful of those off. Yes.

I watched a handful of re-run Grey’s Anatomy yesterday and Meredith and I have the same question. When did we become adults!? And how do we make it stop!?

Responsibility is killer, right? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy all the great things about being all grown up.  It’s those other things that I’m not sure I’m quite cut out for.  I think I need adult classes.  As in, classes on how to be a responsbile adult.  Like, double check to make sure you correctly set up automatic payments so that when it’s bill time you don’t get charged a fee because you thought it was taken care of.  Or how about that time when my suitcase stayed on the floor for two weeks after I got home from vacation. And how I went to the grocery store and came home with salsa, cheese sticks and Slim Fast because that’s all I was really feeling. 

I’m taking the initiative. Let me break out my slow cooker recipes for a sec. BRB.

Back in Black

As in…I wear a lot of black.

I just asked my friend for inspriation and she asked if I’d like her to flash me.

No thanks.

So, I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to write about again. I stopped because I basically felt like my life was the boring life of a 24 year old teacher in Idaho Falls, ID. Maybe if I started going on some more trips I’d have more to write about. To do list.  Just like mopping my floor, hanging up curtains, finishing job applications, returning shoes that don’t fit, doing homework and making a doctor’s appointment. My extensive social life gets in the way of all of these things.

Social life=catching up on sleep.

I need to turn one entire wall of my house into a white board and check things off as I go. I’m a complusive list maker.  I also perpetually throw those lists away.  So maybe if I write it on the wall, I can’t trash it. 

I need to get my act together people! Keep me in line please. 

Until next time. 


with a K

Nick is alright. Like, on an awesome scale from 1-10…he’s about a 7. Not bad. Just not…note worthy.

(ps-Nickolas is one of the best people. Ever. Just wanted you to know.)

don’t you want me baby

Do you think Carrie Bradshaw’s readers ever got tired of hearing how confused she was with the opposite sex?

Ok, she’s not a real person.  But you could imagine what it would be like if she was, right?

I figure that as long as members of the opposite sex ARE confusing, then we will forever talk about it. C’est la vie. The comedy comes when we start to think that we are the one who are perfectly sane while our significant other, or wanna be significant other, is the crazy person. The truth? We’re all nuts. We’re nuts because emotions are strong and love is real. We’re nuts because life is good but we still cry when our pride is hurt. We’re nuts because we are confused or jaded or can’t express ourselves in the way we want to. Basically, we’re nuts because we make each other nuts.

My blog goes with my mood. Ya’ll better hope someone loves me soon…

mind over matter

Miss me?

Remember when I blogged every week?  Thanks for staying loyal.  With the past two months that I’ve had, I’m surprised you’re not on lite reading overload at this point. Here’s my new kick-

The Power of Now. Have you read it? I’m not even close to being done, but I get the idea. Stop letting your past, or what you want for the future  control how you feel today.

So, today I feel terrible because I know it’s going to be a loooong next month. This is me putting too much concern on the future, which I can’t control.  How do I fix it? Focus on the Now. Today I’m celebrating my adorable Nick’s birthday, and then going to a show with  my blonde bombshell Jenny. My happiness in those moments while spending quality time with the people I love will overpower the negative thoughts I have about the month of May.  This means that thai food and  Beatles cover bands outweigh the longest month of work and a birthday that inevitably means I’ve reached the line of “too old for this town”. 

Want an even more personal example?  Occasionally I see people my age who are happily married and think that they’re faking it. Like they’re only smiling because they think they’re supposed to be smiling.   (You all just decided you didn’t like me and that I am bitter and jealous). That’s not the case though. I’ve just taken my past experiences and I’m carrying them over into my previous existance. It’s all I know. I want to believe that’s not true though and that men are capable of feelings and honesty and love. They are. I’m sure. I just have to change my skewed version of reality by concentrating on the now and the events in my life that I do have control over. And so, I let the past go and think about how I just had a conversation with what seemed like a kind, thoughtful guy. The power of now.

Do you think it will work? Please say yes. I feel optimistic about it.  You know, turning over a new leaf and all that stuff. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated.  For now, I’m back to my reading and focusing on all the good stuff in life.

Like Fridays. And dark chocolate smore’s.

The only thing I can keep alive is a palm tree

I bought a plant for my apartment.  It came with a tag on it that said “Requires minimal attention”.  I’ve watered it about 5 times…since August.  Still going strong.

What if men came with labels on them like that? I definately wouldn’t have picked one that said, “extrememly emotional” or “hard to believe”.  I could use a minimal attention kind of guy.  Maybe it could last 7 months, just like my plant. Wishful thinking?

Speaking of labeling guys…

I did a little weekend trip to Las Vegas with some friends this past weekend.  There are all sorts of dudes in sin city. We’ve got the Money Maker, the Bro, Mr. Affliction T, the “I’m just here on business” guy, Frat boys, High Stakes Gamblers and the guy who just came with his friends but would rather be at home playing Madden 2011. (I have no idea if that’s a real name for a video game.)  Personally, I’ll take the “I actually like going to church, don’t wear bedazzled shirts, love my mom, have a job, and am more interested in real life than video games” kind of man. But that’s just me.

I’ll even take President’s Day

So as it turns out, Valentine’s Day is much better as a teacher.  Your students think you’re way cooler than you actually are, and I even got a rose. I can’t remember the last time someone gave me a rose! At this point, I don’t care if it’s from an eight year old. That’s just cute.  So, in honor of my adorable students, I will recant my previous post. Apparently at least one person didn’t like it since I got voted 1 out of 5 stars. Let me redeem myself.  Although I strongly believe that Valentine’s Day was made as a lame excuse to get silly presents, maybe the day isn’t so awful if only because it makes my students excited and I get to watch them decorate cookies with an unholy amount of frosting and sprinkles. Is that a little better for you World Wide Web?  It’s all I’ve got.

Next major holiday: St. Patrick’s Day. Little men. Pots filled with gold. Now that’s something I can get in to.  Plus, green is my favorite color. (I don’t think that adults have to give up their favorite colors.) Purple is a close second. (Then black. Like my Valentine’s Day hating soul. Mwahahaha)


Valentine’s Day.  Gross. I’ll be back when it’s over. Have a nice day tomorrow filled with terrible candy and ridiculous teddy bears that say “I Love You”. Because that’s what real love is… please.

The Year of Alysa

Resolution: the act of resolving or determining upon an action or course of action, method, procedure, etc.

January….and I have some goals.  Most of them are none of your business because you don’t really need to know how many pounds I should drop or what improvements can be made toward my spending habits. But I will tell you this: It’s a whole new Alysa. I’m excited about it too.  I have things to do and an awesome life to live.  I mean, so far so good but I feel like 2011 is definately my year.  Not only am I finally doing a job that I want to do, but I’m young and single and free to take over the world. Or at least do a little exploring, and explore I will. 

Tomorrow: Seattle, Washington.  Not that it’s exotic, but I’ve never been and I only have a weekend. Plus I hear it’s beautiful and organic. So into that.

February/March-ish: Probably California somewhere.

April: New York (Connecticut). How is it possible that this is my first trip to the Big Apple?

Next summer: Greece. Because my girls said so and I can’t think of anything I’d love more. (We’ll have to check the budget close to that date…)

Next year: To be announced. 

You heard. That’s the plan at least. And why not? This is the only time in my life I’ll be able to do these things.  My bucket list is entirely too long to sit around and wait.  Sure, maybe I’ll go one day with my family but in the meantime I’m going to take a trip where I don’t have to find a place to eat that also serves chicken fingers and fries because my 6 year old won’t eat anything else. Bring on the 24 hour tourist attractions and delicious restaurants. I’m in.