Archive for February, 2009


feminist vs. goal-setting achiever.

Stan (my sis): What are you up to today?

Me: Not much. I started my first personal training session today.

Stan: Oh really? I didn’t know you were doing that. That’s cool.

Me: Yeah, I’m also going through a bunch of photos from college to find “skinny Kindra” photos. I’m posting them all over my apartment with a note that says “Go to the gym!” It’s to remind myself how great I can look.

Stan: Uh, that sounds like a really great way to develop an eating disorder.

Me: Perfect; that sure would make it easier!


Ok, not really; I was kidding about the eating disorder. But, I have enrolled myself in personal training and I did pull out the photos.  I’m trying to mix-up my workout and stay motivated. It’s hard. I’m not fat, and in reality I’m not even sure I’m classified as “over-weight”. Regardless, I’m not happy with my body right now and it’s been monopolizing a lot of my brain power and energy lately.

The overly self-confident feminist side of me hates that I’m doing this. I don’t want to be that girl that focuses on weight and outward appearances. It’s just annoying to be that person. I should focus on the things that are truly important in life – not weight. I feel like I owe it to all the women and young girls of the world to accept the body I’ve been given and to project a healthy self-imagine.

However, the other side of me (the hard-working, go-getter) is urging me to stop wasting time and get to the gym! Stop thinking about how you aren’t happy and DO something about it. You’ll look (and more importantly) feel better. This is just another goal to be reached. Set the objective, develop a plan of attack…and then attack!

Deep down though, I know I can have it all. The two “sides of me” that I’ve described aren’t mutually exclusive. I can be both! And so, I’ve started the personal training. Ultimately, I believe that when you holistically feel better about yourself (in all areas of life), you are more productive, creative and balanced. I’m hoping I can come to some peace with this whole body image thing and MOVE ON to bigger and better goals. But, for now you can find me at the gym!

PS – I would like to point out that this struggle was made harder yesterday when Derek announced he was embarking on 4,500 calories per day diet to gain weight. Awesome.


tip of the day.

Avoid Jello shooters. Period.


pinnacle @ rei

Here are a few photos from our rock climbing adventure at REI this weekend. If you haven’t taken advantage of this, I highly recommend it. 65 feet of fun for only $7 per person (with REI membership). Just call me sporty spice!




valentine’s day weekend


Thanks to the presidents and my new schedule, I had a four-day weekend this weekend! It’s been SO NICE. We’ve been busy!


Scrubbed down the apartment

Got my oil changed

Went for a long walk

Washed and vacuumed my car

Dinner at a friend’s house

Valentine’s Day

Went out to breakfast

Drove to Snoqualmie Falls

Hiked down to the river

Enjoyed a drink at the Salish Lodge bar

Checked out the Snoqualmie Casino

Went out to sushi

Rented a movie


Lunch with friends at the Elysian Brewery

Bought a few plants at the nursery

Went shopping at Elliott Bay Books

Climbed the rock wall at REI

Carpet picnic at home


Spin Class





It’s absurd, but I still get my hair cut/colored/etc on the Kitsap Peninsula. I really like my hair lady and have not been able to find anyone in Seattle even remotely comparable in price. Usually when I have an appointment, I try to spend some time with my mom and stepdad. You know, two birds with one stone!

Two weeks ago, I had a hair appointment. Afterwards, I met my mom and John at a restaurant on Bainbridge Island for dinner and drinks. The host was very weird and I immediately got an “off” vibe from her – strangely enough my mom mentioned the same thing as we were waiting to be seated. And it wasn’t because she was a “littler person”. She honestly gave off a weird vibe. I actually can’t be sure she was a little person, she was borderline. She was probably 4’10” and had a stunted look to her. I suppose she could have just been really short. Really, it’s irrelevant, except that I’ll refer to her LPH for the rest of this post (Little Person Host). We got a table, went on with our dinner, and didn’t give LPH another thought.

Two hours later, I had to leave the scene abruptly to catch the ferry. For those of you who have ever lived on the island or the peninsula – you know the routine. It’s a constant battle. Damn that ferry – ALWAYS running to catch it! In my quick departure, I accidentally left my red scarf. I didn’t realize I’d left it until I was on the ferry (about 15-20 minutes later). I quickly called the restaurant and LPH answered the phone. She said they hadn’t found a red scarf. I told her it must be there because we JUST left. I asked her to please check the table and the floor by the table. Again, LPH said it wasn’t there. Discouraged, I gave her my mom’s phone number in case it turned up.  I called my mom and told her the story. I was hoping that she saw it and picked it up – no such luck. We both agreed it was strange that it went missing in 15 minutes. She promised to stop by the restaurant in the morning. We were confident it would show up. No such luck.

Fast-forward to this Sunday. I get a call from my mom telling me she recovered the scarf. Hooray! “The restaurant called?” I asked. No. Apparently my mom and John were at the same restaurant and she saw my red scarf hanging on the coat rack next to coats (mind you, she checked the rack the last time she was there). AND LPH was working. I know what you are thinking. It’s unfair for me to assume that LPH stole my scarf. It IS unfair, but I just KNOW in my gut that she did. And then she lied to me on the phone. So, my mom spots my scarf and does what any good mother would do….she steals it right back! Take that LPH!! What goes around comes around! I wish I could have seen her face when she realized her stolen scarf was stolen!



I would like to clarify my last post “peeking on facebook”.  I was not implying that everyone on facebook is guilty of those specific offenses. I wouldn’t generalize everyone like that! I was merely listing my personal reservations with the tool. I realize that you make it what you want. Just like a blog.

Personally, I don’t write a blog to keep others up-to-date on my life. If/when it happens, that’s just a bonus. I write as an outlet because I’m too scattered to get very far in my novel. I write because I enjoy it. I READ blogs because I love reading an entry that I can relate to. An entry that someone has crafted perfectly. My absolute favorites are the raw and emotional entries. To evoke emotion in something as short as a blog entry is an accomplishment. Some people can’t even successfully do it in a full novel!


peeking on facebook.

I know I’m going to anger all you facebookers out there, but I have a confession. I’ve used Derek’s account to peek on facebook – twice. And I like it. I feel super sneaky. For years I have resisted myspace and facebook and for the past 3 months I’ve been toying with the idea of succumbing and joining. But I feel like I’m cheating on myself. I have several reasons for not wanting to join:

Reason #1: I hate (and this applies to my blog), when people think that online readership/viewing equals a real friendship. It doesn’t. In my opinion, you can’t have a meaningful relationship on facebook. Yes, it’s a great tool to keep updated but it doesn’t replace face time or even phone time. You can’t assume that because you read my blog that you know what’s going on with me. You know what I’ve chosen to share with the blogosphere. Same thing goes with facebook/myspace.

Reason #2: Social networking sites kind of feel like a popularity contest. The goal is to get as many friends as you can.

Reason #3: I keep telling myself I don’t have time to keep up a blog AND a facebook account. And I don’t. I don’t want to be online anymore than I already am.

Reason #4: I feel awkward situations coming on where I feel the need to accept invites from people I haven’t seen in 6 years. What is the appropriate way to handle this? Just accept everyone? I can see why some people have so many friends if this is the protocol.

All of these reasons are good, but they still don’t negate my two main attractions to facebook. 1) I like looking at all the photos. 2) I feel like I’m missing out – I wanna play too!

What’s a girl to do?



My company has just implemented an alternative work schedule called 9/80. It compresses 80 hours of work into nine days instead of the traditional ten. In exchanged for working 9-hour days, we get every other Friday off. Yes, you heard me…a three day weekend every other week!!

I recognize that it’s not feasible for everyone (especially with young kids), and those people still have the option to work the traditional work week. But for those of us who can put in 9-hours a day, it’s awesome! Yes, the days are long, but it’s essentially equivalent to 26 extra vacation days a year. I had my first day off on Friday, it was wonderful!

a blog for anyone, but mostly for me.