A little over a week ago, when I woke up and stepped out of bed I immediately felt a pain in my right foot. Right on the top where you foot meets your leg and it bends. It just felt like my muscle had been stretched the wrong way and for the first few steps it was really bad but it started to feel a little bit better as the morning went on. I figured it would go away in a couple of days. Well a few days ago, I started to notice it was swollen in that area. And it's very sensitive to touch. It doesn't necessarily hurt when weight it put on it, but when I move it around or touch it at all. I have no idea what it is, although I'm nearly certain it has to do with muscle, not bone. I really don't want to go get it looked at but I'm wondering if I should? I've stopped exercising entirely and I'm really starting to feel lowsy about the whole thing. Any suggestions?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19: Day 130
Is broccoli still healthy if you drench it in ranch? Does the ranch negate any health benefits of the broccoli? I need to know. I bought a huge bag of broccoli at Costco in hopes it would force me to eat more. I definitely have eaten more but the increase in Ranch dressing ingestion since then has risen dramatically. What do you think? Am I better off eating broccoli if it means more Ranch? I can't quite handle biting into raw broccoli without masking the flavor. Boiling it I hear makes it lose some of the nutritional value. Broiling it makes it dryer than dry. Does anyone have a good way of making broccoli taste good?
Sunday, October 18: Day 129
Tonight I was the odd girl out at dinner. We had three of Matthias's friends over, two of which had wives who were out of town. I think the funniest part of the night was when one of them asked me, "Are those noodles homemade?" I laughed at him and said if by homemade he meant putting them into boiling water then yes. Who makes homemade noodles?
Saturday, October 17: Day 128
The Simpers invited us to their celebration of Target coming to South Anchorage tonight. It's maybe a 3 minute drive from our apartment and I've been there probably 5-6 times already in about 2 weeks since it's opened. It's on the way to nearly everywhere so it's the perfect place to drop by for the one item I forgot or whatever it is I need. So it really is a fantastic thing to celebrate. They organized a scavenger hunt for each team to go do in the store itself. Clues led to different items you can find there and you had to take a picture with everyone on your team as evidence you found each one. We left for that portion of the party, unfortunately, but we were leaving for good reason...
Judge Beistline (the judge Matthias works for) was giving a presentation in one of the courtrooms where Matthias works. It was for a group of homeschoolers but we wanted to go to support and I wanted to go to hear more about his good stories from the cases he's worked on. I was not disappointed.
Judge Beistline (the judge Matthias works for) was giving a presentation in one of the courtrooms where Matthias works. It was for a group of homeschoolers but we wanted to go to support and I wanted to go to hear more about his good stories from the cases he's worked on. I was not disappointed.
After it was over, we went back to the Simpers to hang out. They had a chocolate fountain going with all kinds of things to dip in and I caved and had some. She made this amazing cake in the shape and design of the Target symbol and it was cut in bite sized pieces that you could also dip in the chocolate. Was she trying to kill me? Cake and chocolate? Arughgg! It was so delicious.
Friday, October 16: Day 127
Rachel invited me over to her place for lunch today. I love that we live close enough to walk down the street and do that sort of thing. She made these delicious homemade rolls we made into sandwiches along with some tomato soup and goldfish crackers. Yum. I totally want to steal her roll recipe. I could have eaten a dozen of those.
She has the two most darling little girls. The youngest, Lucy, was born about 4 months ago and makes me completely baby hungry. I think there's a reason we're brought into this world so cute and tiny.
Thursday, October 15: Day 126
So fall has lasted so long up here! Here are some of the latest pictures. Most of the leaves are off most of the trees. However, some trees don't have any and some trees still have all of them.
Phoenix Arizona: Sunrise: 6:32am; Sunset: 5:55pm
Havana, Cuba: Sunrise: 6:28am; Sunset: 6:00pm
Shanghai, China: Sunrise: 5:58am; Sunset: 5:15pm
Site Source: http://www.sunrisesunset.com/
I thought the fact that Phoenix is setting at 5:55 as opposed to 6:49 p.m. was pretty interesting. So our sunrise is already pretty different from most parts of the world, but our sunset has yet to be sooner than many places. We lose 3-4 minutes a day on the sunset side so it won't take too long. The later sunrise hasn't affected me much yet. Maybe when it gets to be 10:30 or 11:00 a.m. it will get a bit old. I think the sun setting earlier is the thing that bothers me more. But if you keep yourself busy, it really doesn't affect much at all (as long as I take my vitamin D).
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 14: Day 125
Today was our book club night for "The View from Saturday". Very cute Newberry book by E.L. Konigsburg. Would be a great book to teach "voice" to an upper-elementary aged student but also just a fun read for anyone, really.
I was going to get a picture with all of us in it, but about half-way through, I got something in my eye and it wasn't just some fuzzy thing. It looked like a white fleck of paint and it would NOT COME OUT! Not only would it not come out, it wouldn't budge! I tried everything. And since it was bringing me a lot of pain, I didn't really interact with anyone that much for the rest of the time. Luckily, I was hosting so I was able to spend time in my own bathroom using every technique I knew how to use to get this white thing out of my eye. After coming out of the bathroom with countless unsuccessful attempts, I tried to act pleasant but I couldn't hardly keep my eye open because every time my eyelid opened or shut it hurt. 20 minutes after they left (and about 45 minutes after it originally got in my eye) I was at my wit's end. Thank goodness for the power of prayer, because that thing was not coming out any other way. I was so relieved when it was out I started crying. If anyone knows me well, they know I have an issue with eyes. The eye doctor is the most traumatic place you can take me. I hate going. When I was younger, my mom would have to pin me down on the bed just to give me eye drops.
Remember this thing?
That puff of air that you never know when it's coming? I can't handle it! One time my doctor reassured me that they could test it another way and "not to worry". Then he got this big pen-like thing made of metal and it came closer and closer and pushed on my eye over and over again. Is that supposed to be better? So from now on I've chosen to opt out of the glaucoma test. Maybe atleast until I'm older and the chances of getting it are higher than now. What a torturous place the eye doctor is. I hope I can grow up someday and be tough about it.
I was going to get a picture with all of us in it, but about half-way through, I got something in my eye and it wasn't just some fuzzy thing. It looked like a white fleck of paint and it would NOT COME OUT! Not only would it not come out, it wouldn't budge! I tried everything. And since it was bringing me a lot of pain, I didn't really interact with anyone that much for the rest of the time. Luckily, I was hosting so I was able to spend time in my own bathroom using every technique I knew how to use to get this white thing out of my eye. After coming out of the bathroom with countless unsuccessful attempts, I tried to act pleasant but I couldn't hardly keep my eye open because every time my eyelid opened or shut it hurt. 20 minutes after they left (and about 45 minutes after it originally got in my eye) I was at my wit's end. Thank goodness for the power of prayer, because that thing was not coming out any other way. I was so relieved when it was out I started crying. If anyone knows me well, they know I have an issue with eyes. The eye doctor is the most traumatic place you can take me. I hate going. When I was younger, my mom would have to pin me down on the bed just to give me eye drops.
Remember this thing?
That puff of air that you never know when it's coming? I can't handle it! One time my doctor reassured me that they could test it another way and "not to worry". Then he got this big pen-like thing made of metal and it came closer and closer and pushed on my eye over and over again. Is that supposed to be better? So from now on I've chosen to opt out of the glaucoma test. Maybe atleast until I'm older and the chances of getting it are higher than now. What a torturous place the eye doctor is. I hope I can grow up someday and be tough about it.
Tuesday, October 13: Day 124
Today we had some spooky lookin fog. I love fog! And we have it fairly often here--moreso than any other place I've lived. Some of the coolest pictures have fog in them. Most of the time when I think of cool fog pictures I think of the Golden Gate bridge, which is funny because when I looked on google images there were more fog pictures of that bridge than any other. One morning not too long ago we were driving from seminary to Thy's work and I looked over through the mist and in the midst of some pine trees was a mom and baby moose. Would've made a killer picture, right? So sad I didn't have my camera. It was awesome. Here's the best fog picture I could come up with from my own camera this morning. I'll try to get some better ones in the future. These are some trees outside our apartment at the end of the street.
Monday, October 12: Day 123
Matthias had the day off (thanks to Columbus) today so we decided to go whale hunting! Yes. That's what we do in Alaska. Maybe whale hunting isn't the right word. We were not looking to do this:It was more like we were whale spotting:We did everything that a devoted whale spotter would do. We did research, tried a variety of locations, whale calls, and whale dances. We even used binoculars. This is what we found:And actually, the whales we were looking for weren't supposed to be black, but a light grey:
See any white-gray bumps?
We didn't either. So we've decided we'll just have to try another day. We did go back to our special ocean viewpoint to whale spot, which was nice in and of itself. I kept thinking how cool it would be if a beluga popped his head up and waved his fin at us.But all was not lost. It was a beautiful day outside. High 40's/Low 50's with hardly a cloud in the sky. So it was very convenient that Matthias had the day off for one of the fleeting fall days.
Sunday, October 11: Day 122
I just finished this book tonight...and I have to warn you. The book was great--really great--and only about 3% of it overlapped with the movie making it different and exciting to read. About halfway through, however, the plot took an unexpected turn and the whole second half I was more confused than I've ever been reading a book. I kept thinking the author would tie it together in the end. I was livid when I finished the last sentence and NOTHING WAS TIED TOGETHER. I talked to Matthias about it, as I had been ever since the plot twist, and tried to figure it out with him. I gave him as many details as I could remember and we were both stumped. Then he asked me if it's possible if the author might have included a bunch of short stories in this addition that had nothing to do with I Am Legend. "No way!", I thought. Sure enough, I turn to the Table of Contents and yep--there it was. A list of short story titles all included within the walls of the front and back cover of my book. I was so upset. Not only had it tainted the whole experience, but they really weren't great short stories. I Am Legend itself was wonderful. Everything else--not so great. So here's my warning: If you ever pick up this book to read, please keep in mind that if the plot comes to a nice ending and then all of a sudden you realize there's still lots of pages left so you keep reading to find out what happens next--this is no plot twist, friends. Nothing happens next but a lot of unrelated stories that have nothing to do with I Am Legend...because they aren't part of I Am Legend at all.
Here's the trailer in case you haven't seen the movie yet.
Here's the trailer in case you haven't seen the movie yet.
Saturday, October 10: Day 121
I've been reading this book,"Pete Sampras: A Champion's Mind", for some very obvious reasons: Pete Sampras is the best American to ever play the sport of tennis. I am American and I love tennis. Therefore, Pete Sampras is someone who can't be beat when it comes to tennis heroes of mine. It's been fun to read him talk about playing his big rival, Andre Agassi, and some of the matches I remember watching in jr high/high school when tennis was such a big part of my life. Here are some excerpts I especially like:
"It's true what they say about winning being a habit. Once you open that Pandora's box of doubt, all kinds of nasty things come flying out. I can't stress how important it is to train yourself to seek clarity at moments of doubt. You have t stay calm and have complete faith in your abilities. It takes a strong mind."
"Everybody has a place in this world, and spends a good part of his mature life carving ot his niche--the zone where he is comfortable...I decided that I had this great talent and I wasn't taking care of it. I had the Gift, and I was turning away from it, at least on some of the very occasions when it was maybe the only thing that could pull me through. It wasn't going to be good enough for me to just be in the mix; it would nag and wearat me. I realized that the game as not about getting somewhere, but staying somewhere. Some of us, we get there and we don't want to let it go. We don't want to see some other guy take it. And that's ultimately what makes you a warrior--a fully formed, mature competitor."
"All the while the knowledge pressed in on me: the job doesn't ed when you get to the final; in some ways, that's just the beginnin. Your tournament is like a sand castle. You lose the fnal and it's like the big wave came and,in seconds, washed away all that you had built. I remembered my dad and that acid comment he made in Louisiana: 'Look, that reporter is talking to Mal now.'"
"In tennis, you always have two opponents out there--the other guy and yourself. You can't worry too much about the other guy, other than dealing with the shots he sends your way. The most important guy you have to eat is yourself--the part of you that's prone to doubt, fear, hesitation, and the impulse to give up. If you're too busy struggling with yourself, like some players, you can hardly be expected to beat your opponent."
"When I evaluate how I was able to win so many matches over so many years, a few thing pop up as keys to the accomplishment...Throughout my career, whenever I made a critical mistake, I just wiped it off the hard drive. I don't really know how I developed that ability to move on instead of dwell upon, but I had it...If you train yourself not to let things get to you, they don't--although you probably need to be predisposed that way for the training to work fully...Maybe I'm just built a little differently,but a big part of my mentality and ultimately, success, was making a conscious decision not to lose it in front of others."
"The road was getting awfully bumpy for me...People really don't care about you that much; basically, you're only as good as yor last win; people often love what you do, while you can do it, but there's nothing really personal about it; many people are interested in you for what you can do for them, not necessarily because of who you are, or even how great you are; you may do special things, but you're nothing special; nobody in tennis is given a free ride based on past performance. Some of those truisms are fair and all of them are realistic. But tennis players are selfish and disinclined to see things objectively."
It was really interesting to hear from an insider how the media and the "public" played a part in a tennis player's life. One of the big Nike commercials in '95 was fun to go back and look at. They won't allow you to embed it so here's the link if you're interested:
I miss the days of Sampras and Agassi. It's too bad some good things have to change. I love these pictures--especially the "early years" one. Why do they both look so upset? And why did Agassi ever think it was okay to wear neon green biker shorts?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friday, October 9: Day 120
Today I got to see Cara (Wilcox--from my Sunday School class) at a gymnastics meet at Dimond High School. Gymnastics was always something I was afraid to really get good at growing up. I found myself completely tensed up while watching her in each event. She's really talented, and won the overall competition! It made me a bit homesick to watch Kenzie. Going to things like this always gets me reminiscing about high school and the things I was involved with like tennis as well as old friends, etc. It's funny how different life is as soon as you get that diploma. A lot of things don't matter any more and some things start mattering a lot more.
Thursday, October 8: Day 119
So after looking forward to Jim and Pam's wedding for so long, I was a little disappointed in tonight's episode of The Office. One of the only highlights for me was Kevin's hairpiece: Did anyone else feel disappointed?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, October 7: Day 118
Thy and I were watching clips on youtube and hulu for a little too long for our own good. But here's one I thought was pretty funny--although by the end it's a little over the top with the "porcelain fountain" emphasis. Honestly I wouldn't be surprised to see a commercial like this up here (if you recall the super cheesy "love your colon" commercial I posted about back in July--(http://michellesyearinalaska.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-july-2-day-20.html)
Tuesday, October 6: Day 117
This is what our tire looked like after I dropped Matthias off at work. Funny enough, I noticed it right as I was about to leave for the gym--and I actually had motivation to go! When does that ever happen? Well, flat tires are never convenient, but I guess if all it's doing is keeping you from a work out, one can't complain, right?
We were just going to take care of it in the evening but the Elders serving in our ward volunteered to put the spare tire on. Fantastic! Later in the evening Matthias filled up the tire with air and put it back on...hoping it will stay inflated since we can't find a hole anywhere. Since I'm again writing this from the future looking back, I can say it's been pretty smooth sailing since then, minus another fill up on air. Ha ha--we're putting it off taking it in for as long as possible.
We were just going to take care of it in the evening but the Elders serving in our ward volunteered to put the spare tire on. Fantastic! Later in the evening Matthias filled up the tire with air and put it back on...hoping it will stay inflated since we can't find a hole anywhere. Since I'm again writing this from the future looking back, I can say it's been pretty smooth sailing since then, minus another fill up on air. Ha ha--we're putting it off taking it in for as long as possible.
Monday, October 5: Day 116
I am still feeling residual good feelings from conference this past weekend. Elder Holland's talk continues to be my favorite. I have seen miracles happen in my own life since I started seriously studying the Book of Mormon these past couple of months. Add my name to the list of testifiers--I know this book is true!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Sunday, October 4: Day 115
So when I type in the date, I keep catching myself typing "Aug..."--I can't believe it's October! I know, I've mentioned it before. But seriously!
They look like paintings. Alaska in the fall can't be beat and we've been loving every minute of it.
After conference today, Matthias and I took a short road trip to Eklutna Lake (just North of Eagle River about 45 minutes North of Anchorage in Chugach State Park). Here are some pictures:
On the way back, we stopped off at Mirror Lake:
They look like paintings. Alaska in the fall can't be beat and we've been loving every minute of it.
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