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Holiday calories, I’m ready for ya!

For some reason, chocolate just seems to call my name repeatedly during the holidays.

It’s as if the last two months of the year were created to serve as fuel for plenty of “I will exercise more this year”-type New Year’s resolutions that likely will never be kept past the first week.

First, there’s Thanksgiving: I’ve always loved to indulge in turkey with gravy and cranberry sauce (the turkey can’t be too dry, though); mashed potatoes; corn; stuffing; and, of course, sweet potato pie and candied yams.

Then, there’s Christmas: Even more dangerous than Thanksgiving, calorie-wise, with its oven-baked ham, macaroni and cheese, collard greens with rice and, of course,x egg nog and some type of fruit-filled pie to go with it.

And for New Year’s, my mom has always cooked our family’s traditional 15-bean soup. I’ll likely take a stab at cooking it this time. In fact, I’m getting hungry just thinking about all of the scrumptious meals embracing me this time of year.

All of this talk — plus years of old-time positive reinforcement from health class — has led my husband and I to get more serious about working out.

I’m not quite sure how that’s working out, though.

Still, we at least have begun to shop around for exercise equipment at area department stores. As we wait to see if a home we recently placed a bid on will end up being ours, we’re already thinking ahead regarding our working-out component.

Right now, we hardly ever use our apartment complex’s workout facility. Our excuse? It’s too far (especially in the cold, for me). And yes, I agree that’s a very lame one. So we figured if we purchased one or two pieces of fitness equipment to put inside our potential new home, we’ll have no excuse not to start a far more consistent workout regimen.

My husband’s really into the treadmill, while I really enjoy using the elliptical trainer. I like how the elliptical makes me feel like I’m jogging without actually jogging and hurting my joints, back or hips. I don’t mind short sprints, but I’ve never been too crazy about long-distance running. (That’s probably because I get winded easily, which is probably because I don’t work out enough — and the cycle continues.) Anyways, I also like the fact that the low-impact elliptical machine additionally works the upper body using the moving handlebars, unlike the treadmill.

In any event, with high blood pressure and diabetes running in our families, my husband and I certainly value the importance of staying fit — in addition to eating responsibly during the holidays. Angie’s List’s fitness equipment and training companies could possibly even offer some good tips on what kind of equipment would good for us to use, or training exercises we can do to stay fit in 2009. And, I guess, the tip end of 2008.

But I certainly won’t mind splurging on some miniature Snickers every now and then.


Acclimatin’ to the climate change

So I saw my first snow before February yesterday. Every relative I had below the Mason-Dixon line called me and asked if I was in line “at the Wal-Mark’s stockin’ up for the blizzard.” And honestly, yes, the thought crossed my mind. Maybe even more than once.

It’s exciting for me to get familiar with a new climate, albeit the cold end of the climate at this point. The Blue House is endearingly chilly, yet delightfully cozy, with everyone bundled up while working away. I like it in a way. More excuses to drink hot chocolate.

My car on the other hand does not like the weather. Every morning Nadine, my little car, whines and moans. You can tell she thinks that it isn’t time to be this cold. It’s not time to scrape the windshields. She huffs and puffs as I turn the key, trying to get her engine going. I don’t know much about weatherizing an older vehicle, but I bet the List can give me a few ideas to ease Nadine’s creaky sprockets on future — even colder — Indy mornings.


Obsessive flosser in search of dentist

If there were a word of the week in the blue house at Angie’s List, last week’s word would’ve been “teeth.”  I have to find a dentist in Indianapolis.

Admittedly, I am a little obsessed with my teeth. I floss like it’s going out of style.  I floss so much, it’s like a nervous twitch during quiet time.  However, I try to be considerate when I’m around others and reserve stringing-my-teeth-along for the appropriate areas.

There are several things I look for in a dentist, so when it comes to searching for one on Angie’s List, I will take the following into account:

• Does the dentist specialize in cosmetic dentistry? This is important in case I ever need a crown and I want to be picky about its design and shade of white.

• How long have they been in practice?  If they’re good, they’re good, but I prefer a dentist with over 10 years experience.

• And finally, what are people saying about them?  This is where The List reviews will help me make my final decision.

As I type, I think of all the work I need to get done today … then it occurs to me that I don’t have my floss in my purse. That means tiny pieces of meat will congregate in my teeth like it’s a town meeting. There’s nothing I can do about it unless I run to the store at lunch, which I’ll most definitely do.


The ambiguous stain on my carpet

I’m new to town and I adore my new apartment, even though I am often awakened by creepy noises in the middle of night.  Whether it’s my icemaker releasing a load of ice from its dispenser or the heat kicking in like Freddy Krueger in the boiler room, my charming apartment seems to have a mind of its own.

I have convinced myself the reason I am disturbed by such noises is because my place needs furniture.  I truly believe, like kids want candy and adults want careers, homes want to feel like home.

As I prepared myself for another furniture shopping adventure, I discovered a hideous stain embedded on my gray carpet near the fireplace. I suspect when my brother and his wife came to visit two weeks ago (and refused to remove their tennis shoes) he must’ve had some mud or oily concoction on his shoe. Or maybe it was his wife? Who am I kidding?  Regardless of who created the stain doesn’t mean I’m going to start acting like some pretentious person, monitoring every visitor’s move or putting plastic protectors on my carpet.

Instead, I’ll put the Resolve carpet stain remover to rest and look for a credible carpet cleaner on Angie’s List.  Besides, I could always buy a sofa that would cover the stain.  Nah, I’d feel too guilty.


It all adds up

I’ve always been good at math. And, contrary to popular belief that journalism is a refuge for the mathematically challenged, I’ve actually always liked learning everything from the basics of decimals to the more complicated formulas of calculus derivatives.
My husband? Not so much.
So in our home, I’m the controller of the checkbook. Before my husband and I got married a few months ago, we had already decided that I’d record all expenses and that we’d both make joint decisions about purchases. The thing is, we never really narrowed down how much we’d actually be willing to spend, or what we’d agree to buy, or how often we’d dip into our wallets.
So then the idea we often talked about but never got around to seriously developing — the word everyone dreads but everyone knows they need to survive in this world — it became a reality for us a little more than a month ago.
A BUDGET. That’s right. We’re finally on a budget.
I can’t say it’s been smooth sailing just yet. Fortunately, we’re using a Microsoft Excel sheet to keep track of our monthly expenses in a variety of categories, including rent, renter’s insurance, utilities, cable and Internet, gas, groceries and tithes. And I’m proud to say that we’re scraping up the extra money we have every month to go toward savings for retirement (God knows we’ll need that!), emergencies and even vacations. But we’ve hit a few bumps along the way, which have only shown us that we can never really plan a month’s worth of spending exactly.
Take, for instance, the weekend we had to spend about $200 on my husband’s black suit for a church choir program. Or the time my husband decided to buy a backup hard drive after getting repeated error messages on his computer for the past year. Or the time we had to shell out a few hundred dollars to get my husband’s front car bumper fixed and get my own car’s worn serpentine belt replaced. Hey, that’s no chump change for us.
But while shuffling between being “dead in the red” and then “back in the black,” we’ve felt the self-actualizing victories of successfully pinching every penny to stay within budget, or having a triumphant week where we actually didn’t go over our food/entertainment budget (thank you Jimmy John’s!)
At least now we know where our money is going and how much more we’ll need to save to meet our larger goals for a house/family in the next few years. Who knows, maybe we’ll even start our own business? (My husband can cook some pretty good Chicken Francese!) As our finances continue to get more complex, maybe a financial planner on Angie’s List could actually help us, too. The good thing about my current math work is I don’t have to worry about taking a test in 60 minutes. I just have to make sure we don’t go bankrupt.


Time flies…

Yep, I’m a survivor. Today is my one-year anniversary working for Angie’s List. I know, I know: I’m the man. And after picking up my anniversary reward/gift, I’m convinced working at the List was the right choice. Here’s a pic of me showing off my newest toy:

Conor with his one-year-anniversary gift, a gyroscope

Continue reading ‘Time flies…’


Hey! That’s my bike!

After several years of braving wooded trails and busy city streets, I’ve put my mountain bike into semi-retirement. I’ll still take her out for rugged riding, but as of a few months ago, I have a new two-wheeled mainstay — my Giant Tran Send.

Giant Tran Send? Isn’t that what Matthew was glowing about in a previous blog post? Yes. Same bike. We both have a sleek, urban-utility commuter bike with fenders and a rack on back, except mine is gray and Matt’s is blue. “Hello, inner 8-year-old” is right. It glides on the paved trails of Indianapolis and helps make my 13-mile roundtrip to work a breeze. Continue reading ‘Hey! That’s my bike!’


Oh, how I know now …

Reading through the Blue House Blog has given me comfort — I, too, have landscaping and lawn woes. However, unlike Tristan, I want to cultivate grass, not destroy it.

Last spring, my partner and I hired a contractor from the List to install a new sidewalk leading from the back door of our house. The goal was to get a walk that sloped away from, not toward, our house. To that end, we got what we wanted and were pleased with the result.

However, we were not pleased with this contractor’s liberal use of his Bobcat. While “grading” the ground around the walk, he seemed to have held some sort of Bobcat Demolition Derby in our yard. That result: A dirty gray-brown lawn devoid of any grass. Continue reading ‘Oh, how I know now …’