NaBloPoMo 2014: Day 12 "NEWS FLASH"

Attention world: my husband's famous!

I was pulled from my beauty sleep this morning by a very agitated husband. "I'm drawing a wintersuit in Panama," he said, before dashing out of the house early.

Turns out I was half asleep and what he actually said was "I'm doing an interview for Canada." Which at 7am makes about the same amount of sense.

He was interviewed at 9:30 this morning by CTV Television Network, and his interview can be found HERE! Click on the 2nd video on the right, titled "CTV News Channel: Some wanted tougher sentences" with Adam's mug right on it.

The subject matter is somber - the tragic Sewol sinking trials - but the interviewee is extremely handsome and intelligent. AND married to moi.

Tomorrow is the Korean national high school SAT test, so I get to go in to work late (10am, wheee) and Adam has the whole day off. To celebrate, I'm gracing the world with that link to my husband's interview plus the following impressive screenshots, and calling it a night. Cheers!

Lookin' fine

Lookin' legit

Lookin' smart

Carpe diem!

SQUATS: rest day, halle-fricken-lujah. Though I did 30 squats this morning before I remembered... SMH. And then I had Zumba tonight, so it felt not-so-much like a rest day. :'(
SPLITS: 2:50 on each leg
BOOKS: I'm on page 37/176! Finished "After the Race" on the subway today.
WATER: I'm still doing horribly at this. I think I need to start with warm water in the mornings, because it's been too chilly to force myself to drink cold water. Tomorrow: Warm water!

NaBloPoMo 2014: Day 5 "Psych! Birthday butting in."

It's far to early in the game to be doing this, buuuuuuuut I'm afraid I can only leave you with some pretty photos this evening. The follow-up to last night's "leadership is for dummies" post will have to be delayed until tomorrow.

I have received 2 birthday packages to date, and the most amazing one evar just came tonight. I spent many giddy minutes exulting over glorious gifts when I should have been blogging and accomplishing the other million items on my to-do list... NO REGRETS.

Thank you Mama B and Meagan - I feel so loved! Here are some birthday photos to tide the blog wave over until tomorrow.

I never get tired of this veiw from our apartment. This was the Friday before my birthday!

Green birthday dress.

Waterfalls for meee!

On top of the world.

The mountain gave me 1,000won for my birthday

I had a brilliantly wonderful and reviving birthday in the woods, with my man. Now to stuff my face with the Little Debbies from my mom and best friend! ;)

Carpe 29 x 365 diem.

BOOKS: Read during bathroom breaks at work!
SQUATS: 70, done
SPLITS: I neglected these yet again today. :'(  But tonight was Zumba class, so I don't feel that guilty. ^^

NaBloPoMo 2014: Day 3 "In it to win it"

I'm a sucker for a challenge. I can't resist this month's siren call of bloggy-blogging every day. Plus, I've got a lot of memories to record from 2014, and I've got a fresh set of goals and dreams to set down. If nothing else, posting about such things on here keeps me accountable.

Shout out to Mary G. for letting me in on the concept of NaBloPoMo, and for the neat-o minimalism challenge she shared from last year. And props to Heather A. for joining in the blogospheric fun this year with me! (If you're also taking part, please comment below so I can follow you.)

NaBloPoMo + GOALS for 2014:

1. Blog every day! Duh.

2. Get fit! I'm participating in a squats challenge again, same as last year. Did my 50, and 55 the first three days despite the moans, groans, and tears heard coming from my achy-breaky leg muscles. I'm also taking a weekly Zumba class (ZUUUMMMMBAAAAAAA!!!!), and I've scheduled 4 rock climbing outings with a friend, to a local climbing gym in the area. Here's an online image of the squats challenge, should you want to join in.... ;)

3. Eat right! Drink moar water! Adam and I are actually on our 3rd week of pre-made salad meals. On Sunday or Monday nights, we sit down and chop and wash and peel and shred and pack up 12 jars of salads to feed us throughout the week. They stay fresh and tasty all week, and we don't have to cook at all! Just winning, all around. For the water, I'm gonna put tape on my water bottles to mark how much I should drink every hour at work, and then stick to it. And have to take more frequent pee breaks, but healthy living ain't without sacrifices, ya know.

4. Splits! I've wanted to get my splits back for years. And there's no time like the present, amirite? Plus, I'm obviously not attempting enough this month. So, I'm using this schedule to stay on track:

5. Read 2 books! The Dubliners and Gone Girl are the books of the month - in that order. Now, if you're like me, you're thinking "only 2 books? That's nothing, girl. I could pack in at least 4, if I really wanted to..." BUT: If I finish these, and have time to move on to more books? That's even more winning! For now I'm sticking to what I know is achievable: 2 decent-sized books, one classic that anyone who's anyone has already read, and one gotta-read-before-watching-the-film book.

And with those 5 goals boldly and merrily pronounced, imma do some splits and squats and pass out for the night. (11:15 is a definite improvement from last night's all-nighter wannabe.)

Carpe diem.

Threadcounts

I'm not literally OCD. (Monk is literally OCD.)

I just happen to love sheets. I'm passionate about sheets in pretty much every sense: I love making up a bed perfectly, in such a way that the sheets aren't going to come undone in the middle of the night and get all tangled up in your legs. I love pulling them out of the dryer, warm and smelling wonderful. I love folding them crisply and without wrinkles and having them lined up neatly in the linen closet.

Like so.

Yes. I took multiple photos of our linen closet.

I especially love crawling into a freshly made bed after having taken a shower - the feeling of utter cleanliness and coziness is blissfully overwhelming.

I dislike when sheets don't fit the mattress properly (i.e. too big, too small). I hate when sheets are folded sloppily. Stained sheets make me grimace. I become extremely disgruntled when the sheets tangle and un-tuck from their proper places while one is sleeping.

Sorry Tracy Emin - not my kind of art! *shudder*

I hate getting into bed knowing that the sheets aren't clean (hence why I shower at night - I'm not getting daily grime in my bed). And I hate crappy sheets with low thread counts.

This job caters perfectly to my sheet obsession. From 7am-3pm, 6 days a week, I'm washing sheets,  making beds, washing sheets, folding sheets, washing sheets and folding more sheets.

 So, while I'm really not OCD, it might be true that my ardor for sheets can occasionally resemble something of that obsessive nature. Like when Adam is folding sheets on his shift while I'm in the office, and my eyes glaze over and my hands start twitching and edging toward his pile of folded sheets, burning with desire to re-fold them more neatly. It takes every ounce of my will-power to resist this temptation, and sometimes I'm just not strong enough. (It's at moments like those that I realize how much Adam must love me, because he's not doing a bad job by any stretch of the imagination, yet he frequently allows me to refold his work and doesn't even glare at me while doing so.)

Heh. Ok, that's enough.

*End of sheet rant*

On a totally unrelated note, last night I experienced ZUMBA for the first time. It kicked my butt. No really, if last night was an epic battle between a fitness-dance class and I, the score was somewhere around Zumba:35, Anna:1 (my point was for showing up).
And I want more.

Go on, youtube it - and see if you can say that it doesn't look like a hilariously fun way to burn calories. Just be warned. I went to bed at 8:45pm last night because I couldn't keep my eyelids open any longer.


p.s. For any other sheet lovers out there, I recently splurged guiltlessly on a gorgeous set of modal sheets (found at your neighborhood Wal-Mart). These are magic sheets - soft and cozy/warm in the winter, and yet cool an light in the summer. I have mini-celebrations every night when I crawl into bed and realize how happy a tiny thing like fabulous sheets can make me.