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Posted in bff, blogging, bridal diaries, c, i am not a gym rat, i promise you that you won't care, me, mirror mirror on the wall, the engaged life, the glass is half FULL on April 24, 2009 by drbolte

if you’ve been around for a while (and so many of you have! thank you! you’re wonderful!), you know that it was about this time last year when the blog went all fitness-y.

meaning, it’s about this time when i joined MyFoodDiary (the best thing ever, btw, if you’re looking for a way to keep track of your calories…) and started exercising like i meant it.  and as a result, i started posting ALL! SORTS! OF! EPIPHANIES! about endorphins and muscles i never knew existed and all sorts of things that really probably was of no interest to anyone else but me.

why do i bring this up now?

because…i feel it coming on again.

because the only thing i’ve felt inclined to post over the past few days were updates on what my body has been doing, since mainly my mind has been occupied with two things: getting off my butt and taking care of the sick bff.

today’s update? before my new nikes reared their ugly “you haven’t broken me in so you REALLY should have double socked” heads, i ran the winding ramp at the stadium, sprinted up a shorter straight ramp, ran a lap around the stadium, did one endzone stairs running, and did a bit of walking as well. i’d never really experienced that lung burning thing that everyone talks about.  i know what it feels like now.

see? kind of the same deal as last spring, except OHMYGOSHI’MRUNNING.  if it weren’t for my lungs burning, i could have kept going.  my legs didn’t hurt. neither did my knees.  i felt like i had a good solid pace.  and did i mention that i did all of this without my ipod, which i forgot at home?  yeah. i think i win.

so that’s your update.  kind of boring, i know.  seems like my mind is on one-track.

although, i will say that, since everyone asks me how wedding plans are coming every time they see me, that i am completely and eerily aware of the fact that i am currently existing in the calm before a MASSIVE storm. know what’s going on this summer?  well, i have about four or five days to get my chapter revisions (part one) done. then i have about a month to get my last chapter drafted before the chaos descends. in may, during the time when i will be writing said last chapter (not counting the introduction and the conclusion), i will be working two days a week at the RWC and doing a fairly intensive training class for my new (hopefully) job as an online instructor.  may is also invitation month.  we have to get those out pretty soon, and since we’re doing them ourselves, we need to get that going pretty soon.  and then there’s registering and picking up my dress and figuring out the whole alterations thing and you see where i’m going with this.

so maybe having a simplistic one-track mind right now is a blessing.  maybe then i can actually get things done before the world in general explodes.

but maybe the exploding world will result in much more interesting stories.  until then…just hang with me.

ps. i also just saw that bride wars comes out on dvd on tuesday. despite my rather sharply constrained budget, i may buy that movie and watch it every week to remind myself that the thing that is important is LOVE. not cakes. or highlights. or tans. or anything else.

timeout.

Posted in blogging, i'm so much cooler online, me, memelicious, the internets on January 12, 2009 by drbolte

did you know that it’s national delurking week? or something like that, which is basically my way of saying HEY. if you read but don’t comment, say hi!  and tell me what one television show i should watch for the rest of the spring because i think that’s all i’ll have time for.  all opinions are welcome, although not all will be considered with equal weight as the ones that i really like.  🙂

so, i was over at gretchasketch’s place, and she was doing this super cool interview deal where you answer questions from another blogger on your blog and then pass it on. and i was like I WANNA!

so here i go.

The Rules of the Interview
1. Leave me a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I’ll email you five questions, of my determination not yours!
3. You update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You offer to interview someone else in the same post. (drbolte adds: this is me, doing that, right now, btw.)
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. (drbolte adds: OH THE POWER!)
and now…the questions.
1. If you could have the fashion/wardrobe of one literary character, who would you pick?
my first instinct was actually some sort of jane austen character, which doesn’t really surprise me because my first instinct is almost always to default to austen, but the more i thought about it the more i thought that it has to be rebecca bloomwood from confessions of a shopaholic. girlfriend has TASTE and an uncanny ability to shop a sale.  so i’ll take that, lock, stock, and barrel.

2. If you could be a virtuoso in one instrument, what would you play?

piano.  i have always wanted to be able to play, and i think it actually has practical usage in church and other functions for me.  my second choice, betraying my truly sassy rockstar side, is drums.  i think it would be amazing to be a chick drummer. i was never gutsy enough to do it when i had the opportunities to learn, but i think i could do it now.

anybody have rock band? maybe i can practice…

3. Which of the 48 continental states would you visit if you had a free month and unlimited funds?

oh wow.  OH WOW. this is a really hard question, actually.  of course it says continental, so hawaii is out.  (ah, you’re a sneaky one!) and i just realized that it says more than one state, because i read it first as one.  WHEE!  okay, for real new york because if i have unlimited funds, i am SO going shopping there.  then masschussetts and probably much of the northeast.  i would go to colorado and see the mountains, california to see the beaches again, the pacific northwest because i’ve never seen it, and missouri to visit some church historical sites.  that ought to kill a month and a sizable bank account, i think.
4. What’s one of your best memories from elementary school?

i was in accelerated reading, so much of my memories about elementary school come from being the exception.  i liked going to 5th grade classrooms when i was in 3rd grade for reading.  i liked how it made me feel special and how i got to make friends with the older kids who actually seemed to really like me.  i liked how in 5th grade i had my own reading group with a teacher’s aide, and as my final project for my reading of little women, i made a comic book of the plotline.  i liked how i felt smart in elementary school and didn’t yet feel the pressure of being a smart girl when it seems like the smart girls don’t get very far in popularity contests. i guess, in all, my memories are a sum total of finding my footing and even then really knowing what i was good at and that i was something special at it.

5. If you received a bouquet of flowers from a secret admirer, what kind of flowers would they be?

daisies and roses mixed together.  daisies are friendly and roses say a lot.  if i just got one rose, i’d be happy, actually. but a bouquet of daisies and roses?  awesome.

okay, y’all…who’s next?

Posted in blogging, me, memelicious on December 30, 2008 by drbolte

i came home with stories, but i don’t have the brainpower to make them happen yet. but they’re funny, as are all of my travel stories because when i travel, hilarity follows.  i’m pretty sure that’s true of my ENTIRE life, but…let’s leave that for another day, shall we?

so, instead, i will bore you.  but in boring you, i hope i will inspire you to do it too and then link back so that i can read your answers too.  what ELSE are you going to do? watch ryan seacrest try to be dick clark?

pfft.

(and i found here.)

1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?

applied for professor jobs.  went to michigan.  presented at a serious professional conference. wore a size in adulthood that i never have. completed a 5k. uhm…loved exercise? i’m sure there are more, but…i can’t think of any others and those are good.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

i hate them. instead, i make the whole year one big fat list of goals.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

my friend andy didn’t give birth, but he contributed to the process.  YES!  on monday!

4. Did anyone close to you die?

not this year, no.

5. What countries did you visit?

if bizarroworld is a country, i visited there frequently.

6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?

a job and the start to a real life.  not that this one sucks at all…

7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

well, i can’t really think of any that predate about two months ago, so i’m guessing…very few?

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

professional:50 page dissertation chapter.  that was pretty cool.

personal: kicking my own butt every day at the gym.

9. What was your biggest failure?

not meeting most of my dissertation goals.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

of course. i’m human.  i got wicked sick at halloween.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

good grief.  i have to say clothes.  it’s pretty much my favorite things.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

i’ve seen a lot of compassion and kindness–from a lot of people near me who didn’t necessarily need to be invested.  to them, i say thank you.  you deal with the crazy quite well, and you’ll never know how much i appreciate it.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

most election behavior appalled me.  the intolerance horrified me.

14. Where did most of your money go?

paying bills.  and job search/conference expenses. and, for a while there, the USPS.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

the bff coming home.  not much compares to that.

16. What song will always remind you of 2008?

yowsa.  that’s hard.  something by taylor swift, probably.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? happier. SO much happier. although i was pretty happy last year.
b) thinner or fatter? thinner!  HOORAY!
c) richer or poorer?  uhm…probably poorer, but more aware of it and trying to do something about it.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

writing.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

procrastinating.  sorry, guys, but blogging. and stupidity.

20. How did you spend Christmas?

with my family…as it should be.

21. Did you fall in love in 2008?

i don’t think so.

22. What was your favorite TV program?

good grief.  uhm.  the closer, actually.  that show brings me joy every single time.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

i really try not to hate people.  i really do.

24. What was the best book you read?

the secret life of bees.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?

ben harper, thanks to lindzml.  but i’ll admit to being fairly enraptured by britney’s circus.

26. What did you want and get?

results and i got them from hard work.

patience and i got it through prayer.

courage and i got it through following the Spirit.

27. What did you want and not get?

job interviews.

28. What was your favorite film of this year?

too hard!

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

i dressed up and went to dinner with my roommates.  i was old enough to know better than to publicize that.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

i’m not sure there is anything.  i feel fairly certain that things went exactly as they were meant to.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?

sale rack comfortable chic.

32. What kept you sane?

my mom.  the bff.  prayer. chipping away, slowly, at longterm goals and seeing how that, even if it’s small progress, works wonders. i need to get back to that mentality.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

fancy? wow.  i don’t really think i have one.

34. What political issue stirred you the most?

the backlash over proposition 8 in CA.

35. Who did you miss?

the bff, of course.  my family–six months without them was ROUGH.

36. Who was the best new person you met?

too hard!

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.

i can do most anything that i want to do, if i REALLY want to do it.

38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

from sway by the perishers:

It was you who picked the pieces up
When I was a broken soul
And then glued me back together
Returned to me what others stole.

your turn, y’all…

not.

Posted in blogging, etcetera, faith is action, fall is football, gators, i love my life, i promise you that you won't care, me, my amazing mother, the glass is half FULL, the internets, the joys of living in Florida, Uncategorized, you should really worship me on November 13, 2008 by drbolte

she‘s the cool kid, so i’m jumping on her bandwagon.

i am not afraid of challenges, though i am afraid of failing at them. i am not stoic, much as certain circumstances make me wish i was. i am not difficult to read. i am not often at a loss for words, but lately that comes with greater frequency. i am not a believer in sitting by and waiting for life to happen, although i used to be.

i am not likely to be up early, ever, unless that early morning errand is followed by a nice nap.  i am not averse to making my own bread, learning to make my own clothes, or otherwise living by a pioneer standard; however, i do not have time to do that right now.  i am not frequently zen-like; i am almost always thinking of something that has me stewing.  i am not sure what no stress feels like anymore. i am not a fan of dishes, laundry, or mopping floors, although i feel ridiculously productive once i’ve finished those chores.  i am not sure i can marry someone who won’t agree to take out the trash.

i do not believe any aspect of life will ever be truly easy; that’s why i’m always surprised by them when they come around. i do not often believe in my own work until i see evidence that it isn’t the crap that i make it out to be.  i do not wear heels very often, but the more often i do the more i love them. i am not a girly-girl, but i also don’t ever want to pee in the woods.  i am not afraid to sweat like a crazy person during workouts anymore–if someone has a problem with that, that’s theirs and not mine.  i am not afraid of questions.

i am not kidding when i say that i bleed orange and blue, although i am a bit surprised about how that all happened.  i do not feel out of my element talking about college football, although i have a lot left to learn. i am not looking forward to fall saturdays outside the swamp. i am not amused by arrogance, which is why i don’t like professional sports.  i do not think there will ever be an era of gator football like this one, because tebow is truly one-of-a-kind.

i will not eat cottage cheese, under any circumstance. i am not going to listen to your complaining without suggesting ways to fix the situation. i do not have patience with people who refuse to do something to change the things that don’t work in life.  i do not ever want to be a stereotypical anything, but i rebel against those that critique others for, in the course of being who they are, fit into those molds. i do not understand why i have such vivid memories of some things but have whole years that are foggy and seemingly unimportant.

i am not afraid of my family history of breast cancer. i am not inclined to get genetic testing, even though my mom may do it.  i do not believe in chasing trouble, nor do i believe that such information would do anything other than inspire a lifetime of freakouts.  so, i am not delusional, but i do what i want.  i will not live my life in fear.

i do not work well without some sort of pressure. i do not make deadlines very often–i usually am off by a week or so, which i hate.  i am not usually early to places anymore, which invites more anxiety than necessary.  i am not like my mother in so many ways–i fill my gas tank when it’s almost empty, i pay my bills on the day that they’re due, i stay up obscenely late, i buy clothes that she would never look at–but i am not ignorant of the fact that when i bang dishes around the kitchen in a passive-aggressive demonstration of bubbling frustration, i am exactly like her. i do not have a problem with that weird balance.

i will not be in a band, although i’d like to be in my secret hearts of hearts.  i will not have twelve kids, although i once wanted that many. i will not travel the world, more than likely, because i would rather spend my money on something closer to home.  i would not be surprised if my future family involves children that i adopt.

i do not want to live here forever, but i don’t want to leave.  i am not usually the one who understands her own potential; more likely than not, i am the girl looking back and saying ‘what the heck…look how far i’ve come.’ i do not know who i would be if i hadn’t come to florida, hadn’t gone to graduate school, hadn’t grabbed my life and made of it what i wish.  i am not a fan of regrets and wishing for do overs.

i am not who i once was.

what are you not?

letters written during an interminable residence on the Michigan highways, part five.

Posted in blogging, forward my mail, me on October 19, 2008 by drbolte

remember that detour i mentioned?  that took me through a snapshot of my American dream?

it was the first of many, and the last of the nice.

i left myself plenty of time to leave Oakland university, drive back to Detroit, and return my rental car before it would be late. i made sure to ask when that would be, and i was told that i had a 29 minute grace period from the time i signed it out.

totally doable.  i was leaving at 12:15, and it had taken me about an hour when i was entirely unfamiliar with both location and my vehicle, and the car had to be back by 2:20.

no problem, right?

enter the Michigan department of transportation, who decided that midday Saturday was the time to mess with the minds of everyone who wanted to access i-75 southbound, by closing EVERY.SINGLE. ONRAMP. for probably a fifteen mile stretch and then send drivers on an endless loop of detours that NEVER. WENT. ANYWHERE.

i’m not kidding.

to be fair, i had heard rumblings about i-75 being closed.  but when i got on it on Thursday, all of the signs said that it would be closed from 11 p.m. to 5 a.m.

i.e. NOT when i would be driving on it.

so i’m all “no worries!” and move on with my life.

as one would.

now imagine if you would, me.  after following the insane loop of detours for several miles and realizing, finally, that this was taking me nowhere  (which actually happened more quickly than i would normally have thought, so yay me), i decided to do what was the only option available to me.

drive north until i find an onramp that’s open. then get off and get on southbound i-75.

so i do that.

but as i drive north, i realize that southbound i-75 is basically a parking lot for miles because they have closed it down to one lane.

this is when i start to panic.

and the panicking leads to tears, which leads to calling my mom, which leads to her trying to fix it by telling me to call the rental car company and tell them what was going on and demand that they not charge me extra when all i wanted her to do was tell me that if i had to pay thirty extra dollars it wasn’t the end of the world.

we got there eventually, but if there’s anything more pathetic than a girl crying in a rented jetta wearing jeans that are too big with the beginnings of a blister on her toe, talking to her mom on the phone because she just desperately wants somebody to save her sanity, i don’t really know what it is.

i got through the traffic jam.  it wasn’t as bad as i thought.

but i prayed the whole way.  please, i said out loud, let me get there on time.  make miracles happen.

so i drove.  and i drove kind of fast, but nothing crazy, just going with the flow of traffic.

i am looking for i-94, my connection to the airport.

and i see another sign that says that i-75 is closed ahead.

as in CLOSED.

so this time, i pay attention to the signs and take the detour, hoping against all hope that this one leads me to the right place.

i get on yet another highway, headed toward downtown, hoping that this doesn’t turn out with me by the side of the road in downtown Detroit, talking to my mom again because i’m irreparably lost.

because that’s just a recipe for a law and order episode, you know?

i get close to the i-94 interchange, and see that one of the on-ramps was closed.

and nearly lose my mind.

but then i realize that it was the onramp going the opposite way. my onramp was free and clear and ready for me.

and even though i had to stop for gas and had to turn around in a mcdonalds parking lot to do it, i got to the rental car place.

with five minutes to spare.

miracles happen, y’all, even to basketcase girls who are apparently not good travelers.  or to tired people who just want to go home and don’t do well with frustration anyways.

prayers work and i don’t think i’ve ever been so happy to leave a set of highways in my life.

letters written during a short residence in a capra-esque town, part four.

Posted in blogging, forward my mail on October 19, 2008 by drbolte

i chose option four, in case you were wondering, which included sleeping through my allotted workout time, skipping the first set of sessions, and skipping shopping in order to go to a panel that was ultimately fairly interesting and at least taught me that i know what i’m talking about regarding travel developments in late eighteenth century Britain.

which is, you know, good to know.

rochester is a dream.  detoured through picturesque (ah, the importance of my use of that word when i’m talking about travel doesn’t escape me…although it probably does you which is okay) neighborhoods with big bales of hay out front, suvs in the driveway, and an aura that screamed WAY upper middle class living, i found myself driving through my dream life.  sounds weird, huh?  but it’s true.

i want to live in a neighborhood like that, with my kids and a little dog and the discretionary income to spend on ridiculously adorable outdoor fall decorations.

i am a white girl.  and that is my white girl upper middle class american dream.

it was lovely.

and small.  that part of town was small.  but it, combined with main street, made me really like the little town that i stayed in for these three days.  detroit i may be ambivalent about, but rochester won me over.

it won over the german guy who presented in the session that i attended too.  he called it middle America, and said that’s what he wanted to experience.

we all did, this week, in a weirdly posh way.  i think we’d all like to imagine that this is middle America, the diners on main street, the little houses in a neighborhood populated by strollers and soccer balls.

but what’s really middle America is what i’m going back to—working hard.  trying to pay bills.  trying to find a way to balance everything i want to do and everyone i want to do it with.

but the fictional snapshot out of a refurbished 1950s dream is nice too.

you know, without the aprons and heels.

letters written during a short residence in a posh hotel, part three.

Posted in blogging, etcetera, Life on October 17, 2008 by drbolte

i can’t decide what to do:

get up, get ready, check out, drive to the university, go to several panels, and then go to the airport to return my car on time

OR

get up, work out, laze about, check out, go shopping at nordstrom rack (THEY DON’T HAVE THOSE WHERE I LIVE!) and borders (i read my book.  three hours to wait in the airport. you do the math.) and the halloween superstore (need antenna!), and then go to the airport to return my car

OR

get up, check out, go to one panel session, leave early, go shopping quickly at nordstrom rack et al, and then go to the airport to return my car.

i’m leaning towards the third, which will mean that i need to go to bed soon but i am watching lost in austen and it’s AH-MAZING (i love you all. truly. thanks for helping a girl out.) and it feels sort of tangentially related to what i’m doing here and i took a nap this afternoon when i was all “i’m done and want to go home”-y.

so…yeah. not so much with the sleeping.

except that i may be in love with this bed and not want to leave it.

or the rental car that they gave me, which is a jetta. i love my focus, but this jetta makes me feel like a high roller.

i’m a girl with simple tastes.

so…option one, two, or three?  i think i’ll feel guilty if i don’t go to any more sessions, but i’m kind of done.  too much to think about, too much to do.  i met someone who said she considers conferences like this vacation because when she gets back, she’s back under the gun.

is it weird that i want to get back under the gun? i’d like to check this off my list of things i did successfully so that i can get back to laboring aggressively towards more check marks.

oh, i don’t know.