Archive for December, 2006

December 28th, 2006

» ponylove, cont’d

Saza and I stood nose-to-nose for the longest time last night, just breathing and breathing, and god, I don’t know how everyone in the world isn’t struck down dead for love of horses. I want one. I need some serious talking-down from how very much I want one right now. And I could totally afford one, as long as I moved out of my apartment and into a cardboard box.

December 26th, 2006

» training log: 12/17 – 12/23

12/17 Sun: 30 min C&S – JF Arms
12/18 Mon: riding
12/19 Tue: rest
12/20 Wed: 30 min brisk walking, upper body strength training – gym
12/21 Thu: rest
12/22 Fri: riding (lesson)
12/23 Sat: 45 min C – Ult. Calorie Blaster

Gym tally: 5

December 21st, 2006

» and suddenly snow

Going into our office holiday lunch at Bacio it was all freezing rain, the parking lot turning quickly to ice — the worst of winter. But when dessert came (apple cobbler thick with caramel and crumb topping, finished with a generous scoop of vanilla gelatto) we looked out the window to discover the very best of the season: snow drifting down in thick, unreal flakes, a great white snowglobe whirl. The roads went all to hell, of course, and I didn’t get much beyond 35 on the freeway coming back to the office, but it sure was pretty. I love how Minnesota nearly always manages to pull off a white Christmas, no matter how unlikely the prospect.

December 18th, 2006

» training log: 12/10 – 12/16

12/10 Sun: 25 min jogging – gym
12/11 Mon: riding
12/12 Tue: jogging & weights – gym
12/13 Wed: 55 min C&S – ABS
12/14 Thu: rest
12/15 Fri: riding (lesson)
12/16 Sat: 30 min yoga

Gym tally: 4

Oh the struggle that was working out on Saturday. I wanted to do nothing but lie on the couch all morning, waiting till it was time to go out to my parents’ where we’d finish making holiday treats then proceed directly into diabetic comas. (Last week we did sugar cookies — which, incidentally? BEST sugar cookies I’ve ever eaten, seriously good — and gingerbread men and spritz and the aforementioned Korova cookies; Saturday we rounded it out with chocolate fudge, chocolate-dipped pretzels, cornflake wreaths, lemon bars, and my coup de grace: caramels. I made the first attempt at the caramels at home, where they went from too soft to toffee-hard in the blink of an eye, so I tossed the whole batch and tried again at my parents’, where they came out pretty damned perfect, much to general astonishment. Or personal astonishment, anyhow.) Um, anyway, my point before the litany of butter and sugar — I should’ve done something more strenuous, but the thought of anything other than Baron Baptiste’s gentle and uplifting yoga left me cold and lying uselessly on the couch, so yoga it was.

I’ve never been much of a New Year’s Resolutions kind of person, but the beginning of January marks an end to holiday insanity (and a beginning to work insanity, but I find it best to ignore that until it’s actually happening, and longer if I can manage it), so I’m going to try to lay down a more defined exercise program then. And cancel my gym membership, because right now it’s just making exercise boring and stressful. My goal is to not feel fat for my San Diego trip in March, assuming it happens. My other goal is to sew a dress for the opening reception. Not that I’m holding my breath on any of it: trip, non-fat-feeling, or finding time to sew. But I am crossing my fingers.

December 12th, 2006


Hope hurts, fuck it, and near as I can tell there’s no reliable way to kill it. I hate everything about it. I feel like such an idiot for caring. There are some days I don’t know how to relate without also wanting to die.

In less emo news, the weather is downright unseasonable. It’s been raining. It’s mid-December and it’s raining. Note the lack of ‘freezing’ before that whole rain business. It’s hard to believe Christmas is less than two weeks away. (Though it’s easy to believe I still haven’t mailed gifts. Ugh.) I’m going to be very sad if at the end of the month Bryce and I have to give Allison the tour amidst lots of dead grass instead of nice fluffy postcard snow. Minneapolis, you have two and a half weeks to turn on the snowglobe charm. Get cracking!

Saza was sweet as pie last night. I spent a long time lungeing, working on the whole walking concept, and before our ride we spent a while checking out the new carts at the end of the arena. There are a few minis out at the barn whose owners are working on driving — which I hope I get to see some time, because how adorable. Saza was pretty convinced the carts were The Big Scary, though, so she spent some time eyeing them and sniffing and being coaxed closer by inches. I don’t think she’ll ever be one for cross country, though by the time we were cooling down she’d decided they weren’t going to eat her and mostly ignored them.

Sunday afternoon and evening we did Cookiepalooza at my parents’, which included Dorie Greenspan’s recipe for Korova Cookies, which I think are stunning. Usually I like chewy cookies, but these are decidedly crumbly and utterly delicious — the essence of dark cocoa. And I am very glad I brought only one home. I wouldn’t be able to leave them alone if I knew they were in my cupboard.

And I just remembered I have tomorrow off from work. That is downright spectacular.