I was reading our local coop newletter and found this beauty:

Road Kill Fur
Long-time readers of the Bloomingfoods enews know we’re a slave for fashion. And while we’ve always loved fur, ethical qualms over raising and killing animals merely for their fur have restrained our indulgence. But no longer! Our latest discovery–and it is all the rage this winter season in smart fashion circles–is road kill fur. Petite Mort Fur, the brain-child of Pamela Paquin, is a high fashion company that uses genuine domestic road kill to create neck wraps, leg warmers, muffs, wool hats with fur pom-poms, and even velvet-lined furry brassieres. Scraped off highways in Vermont, skinned by a fashion designer/woods woman, bodies buried and anointed by her with a whispered prayer of thanks (drawing on her Native American heritage, no less), tanned in Idaho, and now available to you in the garment of your choice.

I don’t even understand what the heck this is. Who wants to wear roadkill?

The Office

It took a while, but I found my desk. Orientation took up all last week. It was fun. I met a lot of great people. In fact, I ended up sitting next to the HR director the entire week. He is new to the company and I am glad to have made a friend like him so early on in my career here. It was a wonderful experience despite being mostly focused on our sales team. Still, I am amazed by all we do.

My desk is in the basement with all men. I know it sounds a little like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It kind of is that way. I am learning the ropes, but there are very few ropes to speak of. I am the first project manager here and I have a feeling that they will accept any and all of my help. I have a lot of great ideas, but it will really take the team to make it happen.

So, that is what is going on. The bonuses: free gym membership, brand new MacBook Pro, iPhone 6, company credit card, paid travel…etc. The drawbacks: being on the less than admirable side of town, not working two feet from one of my best friends, not as much vacation, office in the basement…etc.

I’m looking forward to having as much fun here as Jim.

Rockin Around the Christmas Tree

The Christmas Tree went up at work today. It made me happy to see it. Especially since this is my last week at Indiana University. Six years of employment, one undergraduate degree and one masters degree has given me oodles of memories. It is hard to think about not working within higher education. It is safe and in my wheel house. Moving to the corporate world will be a big change and I hope I am up for the challenge. We shall see.

I’ve been researching how to be a better project manager. I will be creating all of the processes by scratch for this department. It will be hard in ways that most wouldn’t expect. I will have to tread lightly. That isn’t my best talent. I am blunt to put it nicely. Thank goodness I am empathetic. I would be unbearable otherwise. :)

I’ve been setting up a pinterest board for all of the articles I find. I found this great first week of work article:

Does anyone have any other great project management resources?


I’ve been longing for that moment to say goodbye. I think it has found me today.

A long weekend with my cousins, aunts and uncles put me in the correct frame of mind. I’ve felt paralyzed, but they seem to awaken me. They put things in perspective. Seeing them made me visualize a lovely future and that was the life raft I needed.

So, tonight I said goodbye. I said goodbye to an old dream. I am building a new dream. I cannot wait for it to unfold.


September 2014 Goals

Hard to believe that tomorrow is September! I cannot wait to start this month. So many things are going to happen. I am looking forward to doing so much. I think about how I want my life to be at the end of September. I want to be more centered and secure in my life. I want to connect to my friends and create a sage haven for myself. I also want to stay busy to keep my mind occupied.

  • Trip to Washington
  • Finish the Meltdown
  • Clean garage
  • Read 3 books
  • Blog weekly
  • Work out at least 350 minutes a week
  • Organize work documents
  • Find a fall race
  • Celebrate my sister’s birthday
  • Prep for a 25 minute 5k
  • Write all my thank you notes

Happy Cheating

Can you believe it is already August 4th? Where has this year gone?

I am two weeks into the meltdown. I had my first weigh in on Sunday. I only lost 1 pound and .6 of an inch on my stomach. I will be honest, I was depressed. 700 minutes of exercise and strict eating combos/time had me expecting so much more. Yesterday was a cheat day. I actually am lighter today after the cheat day. It is so interesting. It must have been the ridiculous amount of fruit I ate yesterday! And yes. That is cooked lamb liver below….mmmmm

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The Meltdown

I haven’t talked of anything of note for a while. Since last August, I have checked out of life.

Yes. I graduated. I ran my first half marathon. I have nothing else really to show for the last year. Most of my days have been spent coming home and watching Netflix from my bed while doing tasks like working and eating. It is bad.

I don’t know how this really happened. I think I just gave up. My life has lacked meaning completely. It is really sad to say that my life has lacked meaning. I’m frustrated. I will not soak in shoulda woulda coulda. That is what got me here in the first place.

I have packed on the fat. I won’t say pounds. I have packed on the pounds, but when people find out that I weigh 160, they tend to not count it as a dire situation. I live in the Midwest. What can I say? People tolerate weight way more around here. Regardless, I don’t like the way I look and feel. I am not happy with my body.

Well, I wasn’t happy with my life. I decided to change things.

I tried to get the hell out of the Midwest. And I tried to coerce my boyfriend to marry me/broke up with him and cried for months. Neither of those two things really worked out for me. So, what did I do? I got back together with my boyfriend. He is a wonderful man that loves me. He makes me a better person. I have faith that we will grow together and the marriage thing will work its self out. Then after that, I bought a house in this little town. I have been renting my entire adult life. It was time to take control. So, I found a realtor and started the whole process. I close in August.

Then I decided to do the MELTDOWN.

Now, it seems like I have done nothing but had meltdowns. This is a little different. Next Generation is a gym in my town. I have called it the “cult gym” for years. Everyone that goes there is obsessed with it….Because it works. It works because of the meltdown program. It is 8 weeks long. 8 weeks of detailed eating and fitness WITH ACCOUNTABILITY. That is the element that made me decide that this is the change I need to make. I need that jump start.

Days before my 32nd birthday, I am starting the meltdown. For 8 weeks I will be on this plan. It is only 8 weeks. So much good can happen in 8 weeks. I cannot wait to start!