tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46755041194447360752024-03-05T16:33:43.868-08:00It's Only 30 DaysRonjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-78210365737681735422013-02-04T23:31:00.002-08:002013-02-15T23:00:42.824-08:00Back on line!Apologies to those who were keeping up with me for disappearing for two months. I managed to finish up my 30 days of programming just fine. I loved it, but haven't done anything since then. <br />
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I got in the car with the dog and drove from San Francisco to Michigan. It was a long trip and I spent more than a month away from home. Ada went on her first ever plane ride and I painted a bunch of rooms in the house (the guest bedroom no longer looks scary and has no pipes in it!) I am not quite ready to start my next 30 day challenge, but I <u>will</u> be starting another challenge for myself.<br />
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My task for today is to write a bucket list! Things I want to do before I die and some of them I have already done.<br />
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( ) Cook my own Thanksgiving Dinner<br />
( ) Cook my own Christmas Dinner<br />
(X) Cook a perfect Soufflé<br />
(X) Cook a perfect Ommlett<br />
(X) Stay in a WigWam<br />
(X) Eat Fry bread<br />
(X) See the Grand Canyon<br />
( ) Visit to Mexico<br />
(X) Visit Canada<br />
( ) Roller Skate on the Venice Beach Boardwalk<br />
(X) Skate as a Jammer and Score points for my team<br />
( ) Have a flat stomach<br />
(X) Run on a Beach<br />
( ) Run a Half Marathon (maybe a marathon)<br />
( ) Visit India<br />
( ) Visit Thailand<br />
( ) Visit Egypt<br />
( ) Go on a Safari<br />
(X) See ancient writings in their natural habitat<br />
(X) See the Painted Dessert and the Petrified Forest<br />
( ) Go deep sea fishing<br />
(X) See dolphins in the wild<br />
( ) Visit Alaska<br />
( ) Go to Octoberfest<br />
( ) Visit Paris<br />
( ) Jump out of an airplane<br />
( ) Try surfing<br />
(X) Try Roller Derby<br />
(X) Live in New Orleans<br />
( ) Knit a sweater<br />
(X) Ride a Motorcyle<br />
( ) Go to Disneyworld<br />
(X) Can my own food<br />
( ) Make my own cheese<br />
(X) Fall in Love<br />
(X) Get in a fight<br />
(X) Read in a park<br />
( ) Go snorkeling or scuba diving <br />
( ) Visit Austrailia<br />
( ) Go backpacking<br />
( ) Get married to the man I love<br />
(X) Go camping<br />
(X) Gallop a horse<br />
( ) Grow my own garden<br />
( ) Bake a fancy cake (has to look pretty and taste great)<br />
( ) Take glamorous Boudoir pictures<br />
(X) Act on a stage<br />
(X) Sing in front of a crowd<br />
(X) Go dancing with friends<br />
(X) See Cirque Du Soleil in Las Vegas<br />
( ) Graduate from Collage<br />
( ) Play a video game and finish it<br />
(X) Fly on an airplane<br />
(X) Own a dog<br />
(X) Hug a bear<br />
(X) Climb up a mountain<br />
( ) Go Skiing<br />
(X) Try Marijuana (in a legal place)<br />
(X) Pet a whale<br />
(X) Go skinny dipping in a lake<br />
( ) Go ice fishing<br />
( ) Stand on a glacier<br />
(X) Work for myself<br />
(X) Gamble<br />
(X) Get a tattoo<br />
(X) Get s piercing<br />
(X) Read a chapter book (I remember that milestone!)<br />
( ) Go white water rafting<br />
(X) Build a snow fort <br />
( ) See a rain-forest<br />
(X) Be kissed till my knees give out<br />
( ) Help sail a boat<br />
(X) Go on a roller coaster that goes upside down<br />
( ) Go to Octoberfest <br />
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It's not on the list, because it's not something that can just be checked off, but I will also never turn down any food that is offered to me. I want to taste the world!<br />
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I hope to update again in a week or so and by that time I'll probably know what my next challenge will be. ^__^ I'm excited to be back!Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-29024749716844844512012-12-01T23:10:00.001-08:002012-12-01T23:10:37.213-08:0025/30- 28/30 Coding! So I've kept up slowly with my coding. I think I'll keep trying to get it even past my 30 days. I like learning this and it is rather fun to go through it with my boyfriend on occasion. He's a better teacher than the internet and makes me work through things properly so that I actually understand them. I don't often have the courage to ask for help. Since I only make baby steps it's rather embarrassing to show how far I've come day by day.<br />
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I've had my birthday and have gotten old! I got to take the Ada-dog to Macy's and we took a picture with Santa Claus. ^__^ She was so polite and sweet. I got flowers and was taken to German dinner. It was nice! <br /><br />I have also spent time creating Christmas Cards! (Or holiday cards for the non religious.) It was fun and took forever. I made embossed snowflake cards on nice midnight blue paper! It costs more than I like to do that sort of thing, but it was fun.<br />
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This is my latest code. Only works because I knew it was wrong and my boyfriend helped me work though it line by line. He actually wrote a tiny bit of it. I made it run. With a lot of hand-holding. <br />
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def fizzCount(x):<br /> c = 0 #set c to = 0 in the function<br /> for i in x:<br /> if i == "fizz":<br /> c += 1<br /> return c<br /> <br />somelist = ["a","b","fizz","not_fizz","fizz"]<br />someotherlist = ["fizz", None]<br />athirdlist = [None, "not_fizz", "abcde", "fizz"]<br /><br />listoflists = [somelist, someotherlist, athirdlist]<br />for l in listoflists:<br /> print fizzCount(l)<br />
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for statements run though the x and look for i's. Confusing, but useful.Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-83123432335681468062012-11-25T22:25:00.000-08:002012-11-25T22:25:29.947-08:0024/30: CodingSo I haven't quit coding. Except for one day (when I forgot to code till after I was laying bed and my boyfriend had said we had to sleep) I have been working on this every day. I just don't feel like I'm learning as quickly as I could be if I focused a little better. I'll be coding an extra day because of that (that's two extra days now!) I know it's not awesome. I should blog a little better. I will give you a real update tomorrow. A nice one that will tell you about my Thanksgiving!Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-30121868838123437882012-11-18T14:42:00.002-08:002012-11-18T14:42:57.739-08:0012/30-17/30: CodingI've had a huge mental block with my coding. I haven't been able to figure out what I'm doing wrong and that means some days I've only spent 5 or 10 minutes on it.<br />
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Yesterday my boyfriend had a friend over. They both worked together at the UofM, Domino's and when we moved out here, D was able to convince J to move here as well. ^_^ After they were both out here they managed to convince two members of their UofM team to come out for interviews too. It's a movement!<br />
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I don't like to bother my boy too much with all this programing stuff, but I was so stuck that after our wandering I was sitting on the couch and eventually asked them for help. Having two insanely smart SRE's available to trouble shoot my baby code was quite nice. They also explained the difference between defining my code and calling it. Now I know what was going wrong! It's so awesome when you finally stop seeing the error code! <br />
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The site was not working one of the days, so I'm adding an extra day of coding onto the end of this 30 period. I still feel bad for not trying harder to work that day, but it happens. As soon as I finish this post I'm gonna take some real time to get into my next coding assignment. Functions are interesting. <br />
<br />The dog has been driving me crazy. She's barking at everything. I need to download all the episodes of "It's Me or the Dog" because I feel Victoria Stillwell's method of training is wonderful and will work really well with Ada.<br />
<br />List of things I want my dog to stop doing<br />
- barking and lunging at other dogs (this seems to be an on and off behavior)<br />
- barking and lunging at skateboards<br />
- lunging at runners or other fast things that surprise her<br />
- eating everything off the sidewalk<br />
- nosing at people walking by us<br />
- barking at homeless people<br />
- chasing pigeons, ducks, squirrels, or anything really<br />
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Looking at it in print the list is longer than I would like. Poop! I hope I can manage to train her out of these. I'm not that consistent either. This is gonna be hard and take some time. I also need to buy a new clicker and a real reward pouch.Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-81584425532228131932012-11-13T01:20:00.003-08:002012-11-13T01:53:33.038-08:009/30-11/30: CodingIt's been a rough couple of days. I can't talk about it much at the moment.<br />
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I have been coding, but I seem to have hit a bit of a block. I'm not sure where I'm going wrong and my personal consultant (aka my boyfriend) is unavailable. I was really hoping I would understand this better. Also the Q&A forums aren't giving me any answers.<br />
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Ada and I also spent the night at my girls house. We chased goats, and ate chicken and knitted things. It was awesome. While she was picking up the goats from the goat spa I woke up and took her dog, Iggy, and the Ada-dog to the beach. Ada kept trying to get close to a pair of dead seagulls. There was also tons of seaweed with dead starfish and crabs in it. We moved over one beach because I was tired to trying to convince her that it was a bad idea.<br />
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So Iggy is the most relaxed dude. Stays close by and comes as soon as you ask him. Seriously chill. Ada on the other hand, races as fast as she can up the beach, races back, skids to a stop in front of me (just to check in real fast mom!) and then races off again as fast as possible. They both got some love from a set of kids with parents who were completely unworried about the fact that Ada was a Doberman Pincher. Woo! They chased her all up and down the beach. Iggy did some exploring. Tons of petting and lots of fun. Lucy Lui (the dog, not the actress) came onto the beach and she and Iggy did their butt sniffs. Ada decided that she had to protect him and barked her head off. ^__^ She was jealous!Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-40042245889006272262012-11-10T00:11:00.000-08:002012-11-10T00:11:19.743-08:007/30 & 8/30: Coding<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I got only 5 minutes of coding done on the 7th day of coding. Today on the other hand! This is what I did! ^_^ So awesome!! It turns any word into pyg-latin. I threw in lots of filler since I was hearing the voice of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grqqS8QLf8U" target="_blank">Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz</a> in my head. His -Inator's are very inspiring. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I wonder if I can actually embed it into the blog so you can use it. Okay I can't figure out how to do it. But you can paste it into <a href="http://www.codecademy.com/courses/python-beginner-2W5v7/1#!/exercises/0/scratchpad" target="_blank">this</a> which is where I've been practicing my python.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">^_^ My code! *preens* It's so pretty!! *giddy*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">print "BEHOLD! My Pig-Latin-Translator-Inator!!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">print "*voice of Doctor Doofenshmirtz*"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">pyg = 'ay'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">original = raw_input('Go ahead! Give me a word. I dare you!')</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">word=original.lower()</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">first=word[0] </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">vowel_word=word+pyg</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">new_word=word[1:]+first+pyg <span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">if len(original) > 0 and original.isalpha():</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> if first=="a" or first=="e" or first=="i" or first=="o" or first=="u" or first=="A" or first=="E" or first=="I" or first=="O" or first=="U":</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> print vowel_word</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> else:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> print new_word</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> print "Oh. I thought it was going to turn everything into pig noises or something like that... I could probably fix it, but this'll work. Well? Impressive isn't it. With it I shall control the ENTIRE TRI STATE AREA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA *chokes on a swallowed fly*"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">else:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> print "Well it looks like SOMEONE can't follow directions."</span><br />
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I'm noticing a few similarities between python and ruby. I think the Ruby platform I was working with was a little easier to understand, and it felt like I was learning faster. It wouldn't really let me go off script though. The python platform is giving me a much deeper understanding, even though it isn't as simple to understand. It's also a lot more willing to let me tamper with the code and the format they set up. So I can screw up! But the problem is <u>I can screw up!</u> So yeah. I think I'll be able to use Python better when I'm done simply because I'm spending so much more time on it.<br />
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I see how the old "<a href="http://www.douglasadams.com/creations/infocomjava.html" target="_blank">Hitchhikers Guide" video game</a> was set up. I could probably write something like that now. It would take me a while, but I think I could do it if I really wanted to have 100 diff options for every question and hated my free time. Hell I manged to ask a question, give several options, and depending on the answer, offer different responses! <br />
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Didn't do too much today. Made a yummy chicken salad. Skipped my coffee, but down diet Pepsi like it was full of crack. Had a "Psych" marathon! Recovered from all the election nerves of yesterday. Stayed in the house, all day. Feel a tiny bit guilty for that, but that's part of not working and not having a reason to leave the house.<br />
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Here is an awesome kickstarter project for <span style="color: lime;"><a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/cheeseblarg/days-of-the-week-underwear-for-time-travelers" target="_blank">time travel underpants!</a></span> I really want some. If nothing else these should be made. Not my favorite DW swag, but cute. This idea comes from JRose at the <a href="http://cheeseblarg.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">cheeseblarg!</a> She does some really fun things throughout the year and I love her scavenger hunts.<br />
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It's almost 6 am. I should take Ada dog out and get some sleep.<br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af;">#Starting code! Use # to get used to it. Must return true. Does not need to print.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">def the_flying_circus():</span> <span style="color: #76a5af;"> #<- is the function. </span><br />
if True or False: <span style="color: #76a5af;"> #Everything after function must be indented.</span><br />
return True<br />
elif 7+8>7**2: <span style="color: #76a5af;">#elif statement comes before my else!</span><br />
return False <span style="color: #76a5af;"> #return or print statements need a tab as well</span><br />
else: <span style="color: #76a5af;">#else statement is left blank</span><br />
return True<br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af;">Spelling is VITAL!! Get better at it. The below code is because I watched "the Wiz" earlier this year for the first time and have seen a billion "Sexy Dorathy!" costumes. Almost worked in my awesome <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g4ekwTd6Ig" target="_blank">Elphaba</a> into the mention, but just didn't have the energy to be that witty.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">def oz():</span><br /> <span style="color: black;"> print "Welcome to Munchkin land!" <span style="color: #76a5af;"> #no extra tab yet since it's the A statement</span><br /> print "Where are you from? Kansas or New York City?"<br /> answer = raw_in<br />put("Type Kansas or New York City and press 'Enter'.")<br /> if answer == "Kansas" or answer == "kansas":<br /> print "White Dorathy! Great now we'll be seeing sexy halloween costumes for 50 years!" <span style="color: #76a5af;"> #this is a B statement, the return or print needs the extra indent like in the simple above code</span><br /> elif answer == "New York City" or answer == "new york city" or answer == "NYC" or answer == "nyc":<br /> print "Black Dorathy! Great, now we get our own Disco Diva!"<br /> else:<br /> print "Can't make up your mind? I guess you're from the Matrix!"</span><br /> <span style="color: red;">oz() <span style="color: #76a5af;">#I'm assuming this is to define the end of the function</span><br /><br />oz() <span style="color: #76a5af;"> #I'm assuming this is to actually run the function. I can have another function after that and it will run as long as it's been defined before hand.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: red;">clinic() <span style="color: #76a5af;">#for example</span></span><span style="color: #76a5af;">, not sure how it would run if I had a diff function for each answer. I bet I would have to attach the new function to the answer of the previous one.</span></span>Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-19957190290296358762012-11-07T02:25:00.000-08:002012-11-07T02:25:04.106-08:005/30: Coding and joggingToday was rather a waste as a day. Ada dog woke me up after only 5 hours of sleep. Instead of telling her to shove off I took her out.<br />
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The weather was beautiful and I can't believe I live in a place where I can leave the house in a sports bra in November. Life is good. I went for about 3 miles. I felt guilty for not doing more. Wouldn't you know that I get all silly and serious about my workouts after I start getting good at them! I let the Ada dog romp around the park a little bit off her leash.<br />
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I grabbed the life affirming necter that is my latter (they love the Ada dog there!) and decided that I had lots to do. I got a chicken in the oven to roast and that's about where the productive of my day stopped. Of course it wouldn't be today if I hadn't burnt the chicken! I spent the rest of the day being sleepy and watching tv. Also I gave Ada delightful chicken treats.<br /><br />My real downfall for productivity was the election though. I couldn't put down my FB! I kept having important election stuff to check. I managed to get some shelves put up. I washed the Ada-dog leash and harness (seriously nasty yo!) and went to the hardware store for some nails and an hook for my keys. Grabbed some beer on the way home to try to face the election. <br /><br />That was my evening. It's after midnight and the code I've run makes no sense. I was only at it for 16 minutes, but sometimes you gotta know when to fold em!<br /><br />I will go over the whole section again tomorrow since it was rather confusing and hopefully with my notes and such it'll be more comprehensible the second time around!Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-68078955159645706172012-11-06T02:25:00.001-08:002012-11-06T02:27:49.865-08:003/30 & 4/30: Coding and ResumeYesterday's coding was fun! I learned things!! I made the date show up all pretty like. Granted it also was a much sloppier version than I saw in the Q&A forums. I kinda hate them for being full of people who are better at this than me and making me question my code. If I made it work, then it shouldn't matter that it took me forever or that it took twice as much code, or that it's not as simple. It working should be enough. But it's not. I want it to work and be pretty. I'm debating not going near the Q&A forums till I'm done so I don't get down, but what if I miss out on learning from my fellow students?<br />
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Today I wandered the city today for a few hours. I went to Macy's to poke HR with a stick to see if they would be more willing to work on my transfer if I bugged them in person. Of course they were all "Oh we don't have your transfer! We have never even heard of you!" -__-'<br />
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So that was a not joy.* I then went to Ross. I frolicked through the picture frame aisle! It was wonderful. Except of course for them having all the frame sizes I need. This is the first time I think I have ever actually decorated a home. It's really starting to feel like a place for me and my boyfriend. We have had so many separate places that we later merged, or places we knew were temporary stops and rather disliked, that it's the first time I think I've ever put this kind of effort into making a "home"<br />
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Then I went off to talk resumes with a friend that works in the financial district. It was fun and I was glad for the help since resume writing makes me tense and irritable. (I'm not just saying that because he reads this either! ;-P) It's nice to have people I can hang out with while my guy is out of town and it keeps me from feeling like such a shut in at the end of the day.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I use it for groceries and hauling picture frames!</span></div>
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Today I learned about greater than, equal to, not equal to, etc. Also about True and False statements and how not True* is False. Then came the tricky bit. if and else. I hate them. I got stuck and went and grabbed a strip of bacon and a diet pepsie and started writing this blog. I also decided that I need to start taking notes, so at the bottom of this blog will be notes to myself on things I want to remember but don't want to clutter my Facebook up with. I am not saving them on my computer because I know I'll just lose them. This is a sad reality of my life. I did get unstuck when I was half way through writing, but I am not going back to it tonight because it's already 2:10 am and I should get to sleep.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">^_^ Sometimes cities have neat things that make me happy!</span></div>
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Notes to self.<br />
"if" and "else" statements need to be at the same indentation (tab) spot.<br />
% is a weird word that I can't remember but means this 10%3= 10/3= 3 with 1 left over so the answer is the 1 that is left over, <i>not</i> the three!<br />
Capitalization and spelling matter!!<br />
Don't forget my colon.<br />
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"""Triple quotes are good if I need to insert a paragraph of notes."""<br />
if I have "%s, is so great but %s is awful" % (A, B)- check the screen shot at top of post for reminder.<br />
If I'm repeating a set value several times (such as "/") I can assign a value to it ("/"=P) and then I can use it in a code without typing it many times.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">See that! I made a popup window and fixed a title onto a blog with tons of help!</span><br />
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So a little recap on what I learned in my 30 days of running. I like it! But I already know that I like coding better. I may be better at running though. Fitness is way a bit easier to understand, but coding is kinda like working sudoku for an hour. And I like working Sudoku for an hour. </div>
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Today I work up to my sexy awesome man bringing me a latte and a cream cheese bagel. Then we chilled in bed while I got cream cheese all over my face while trying to eat my bagel. Sadly he headed out to try his luck with the San Francisco Public transit system while I was left alone. </div>
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<br />My Facebook motivational team helped me get off my bum and get another run in today (3, 10 minute miles!). Ada seemed to have a very hard time with the last half mile. She was panting rather hard by the time we finished. I'm glad my 3 days of non running didn't make me completely unfit. </div>
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So after my run I got to catch up with my friends whom I love adore and am sad to be so far away from. It was rather nice and I am lucky to have such great people as friends. ^_^ I am going to knit for a little bit and watch a shitty movie. Then I am going to start on a Python tutorial. I think my goal will be writing a web page. One for this blog maybe. It'll probably be ugly, probably very ugly. I don't even know if I can write a web page. Is that possible? I guess I'll find out.</div>
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On Friday I was chillin' on FB and ran across a rather awesome article on <a href="http://www.nerdess.net/waffling/why-it-awesome-be-girl-tech/" target="_blank">why I should be a tech girl.</a> I had been wanting to learn how to code for a long time. I also have been rather afraid of it and haven't known where to start. Two people have already said to me "Pick a goal that you can work on!" and I'm all like "Okay!" while thinking <i>I have no idea what I can even do with this! What sort of goal? What if I can't do it? How is any of this even useful?!</i><br />
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Of course it's a rather silly. Code is what keeps our everything running! I also learned that "Code" and "Programing" are the same thing. Computer Science is not about Code, it's actually it's only huge degree that helps you understand it all. I think. <br /><br />So on my first day of coding I procrastinated a bunch. Then I took Ada for a 4 hour walk. We went to the paper store! Then we went to a second hand store where I got barely worn $90 BCBG shoes for $5. *score!* We went to the dog park and Ada made doggy friends for the first time since we came here. (This basically means that there were lots of big dogs and lots of dog walkers who didn't freak out that she was a dobie.) Then I got free cupcakes!<br />
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I finally got home and settled in to start coding. I have been in <a href="http://tryruby.org/levels/1/challenges/0" target="_blank">this page</a> for two days now and am planing on redoing the entire tutorial once I've finished it. I hope that I'll understand more of it when I'm done. I will admit that I chose it because it was cute and looked fun. I'm still scared of failing, but at least I'm trying.<br />
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The day was rough though. I had to manhandle a broken cart, a crazy Ada and a latte down the street for a mile to get to Target so I could return the cart since it was stupid and broke after owning it for an hour. Since Ross was right on the corner I stopped in and checked to see if they had a Granny cart since I still wanted one that wouldn't fall apart after an hour of use. I found a black granny cart, and two picture frames that I wanted to grab. <br />
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The problem was that the cart was not assembled. This meant that I was sitting on a bench trying to assemble a cart without tools while keeping the crazy dog sitting next to me. Of course tons of people are afraid of the Ada-dog, so anytime she would look up at someone or she would adjust her position someone would move away from her.<br />
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I only got a block before one of the wheels fell off, thankfully I found the parts and put it together again. I just hadn't put the pin in properly. When I got home I sorted through my dog pictures and grabbed a print from my girlfriend and put them all in frames. It's nice to frame some of the pics I've had for a while. Unfortunately I got a phone call while I was working. I didn't get the job at Trader Joe's. So that was frustrating. I don't want to talk too much about it.<br />
<br />So I got all the laundry together. It was more than I expected and my bag ripped. So I dumped some of the extra laundry in my new cart. This included the bleach and detergent. The elevator door kept closing on me and it was hard to get all the laundry downstairs without bruises. As soon as I got off the elevator, I noticed a puddle of bleach. <br /><br />Yeah. It wasn't closed properly. So I had to dig the bleach out of the clothes pile, which of course took forever, then I had to retrace my steps and clean up all the bleach. Yeah. I missed some. It had dripped into my shoe. My <i>shoe! </i>Of course I tried to try on my shoe and got bleach on the carpet. I switched socks and went downstairs to change the laundry, stepped into a giant puddle. I hate having wet socks. <br /><br />When Dave got home I got to go for my run. I went for two miles, and had this irritating pain in my heels. When I dragged myself into the apartment I had to leave again since I still had to get the laundry out of the dryer. After getting the laundry into the basket I do my best to shove the door open and it closes on my heel. It hurt so bad. <br />
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Now I'm hanging with a beer and looking forward to a day off. A <i>real</i> day off. I will not exercise. But I probably will be walking a bunch like normal. I just want no not hurt for a little bit. Tomorrow I'll decide what I will do for my 30 days in November. If you have a vote let me know! The list is on <a href="http://only30daysblog.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-plan.html" target="_blank">day one, </a>so take a look and let me know. I won't be able to do the piano (no money for a piano keyboard atm) or roller skating (saving that for summer). <br /><br />I'll also take a look at what I learned when I'm not as grumpy at doors trying to kill me, bleach ruining my life, and the heavy things and the dog trying to drag me down hills.Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-66943860299270151242012-10-29T22:40:00.000-07:002012-10-29T22:40:27.737-07:0028/30 & 29/30: Jogging29/30 <br />
So I am probably going to die. There is no way I should be feeling this good.<br />
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I feel like dancing my butt off. In fact I was just recently dancing. You know that move where you jump high up in the air, throwing your arms up and kicking your feet to the side? Looks a lot like <a href="http://moredoors.blogspot.com/2011/01/please-tell-me.html" target="_blank">this</a>. I was doing that jump too.<br />
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Well there is no way I should feel this good. No way in the world. I spent the day walking 4 miles through the city and got blisters. Then when it was time for my run I thought I would be hurting. Nope. In fact I felt so great that I never dropped to a walk or even slowed down much. I did 6 miles in 60 min and 20 sec.<br />
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So yeah, I'm going to die because I liked it. And still feel like dancing and this was all after a long day and blisters and Lucky Charms for dinner. I was only going to do two miles...<br />
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On Sunday I felt rather crappy. I woke up crazy sore and way too early. My lovely boyfriend and I went with our friends on a road trip! After a Safeway stop for supplies, we took a lovely and meandering road through beautiful redwood forests, lovely rolling hills, and stunning ocean views. (I got to eat pumpkin bread while enjoying this as well!)<br />
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I always get carsick, so I made sure to take a motion sickness pill long before I even looked at a car. It was my second to last one and I was saving the other one for the way home. Of course this is also the one time that everyone else decided that they were going to be motion sick for the first time ever. *rolls her eyes* I think they enjoy being contrary and making fun of me.<br />
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When we got to the oyster bay place everyone was glad to pile out of the car. We set up at a trestle table while the boys went to get our oysters. Unfortunately we were being plagued by yellow jackets. I decided the only way for them to take me seriously as a foe was to hunt them down. So I set a trap. I used my soda to lure them, one by one, to me. Then I grabbed them with a napkin and squished them. I vanquished two of my foes thusly! A third one downed in leftover ginger ale. I can't take credit for that.<br />
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The men folk got back from their mission to get oysters with 2 dozen of the biggest things I have ever seen and two nasty ass wet shucking gloves. >_< These oysters were huge!<br />
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You can see I wasn't kidding. My friend won't eat oysters, but enjoyed giggling like a 12 year old while I made faces and slurped them down lasciviously. To make her and my boyfriend a bit more satisfied we also had cheese, fresh baked bread and a grill onto which we puts steaks and several of the oysters.<br />
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There was a steak, with melty cheese on toasted bread for everyone. (Yum!) The grilled oysters had a dash of hot sauce, sprinkle of bread crumbs on butter on them. Then they were grilled till the oyster started pulling away from the shell. My boyfriend, who had decided that raw oysters aren't as awesome as all that, quite liked them prepared this way. I felt they rather good and easy to consume. In the end we all felt that it was a great experiment to have a grill available and decided we must put together a picnic basket for next time. <br />
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The ride home took forever!! We got to stop at a nice yarn store, but I didn't buy anything since I had finally decided to use a yarn I've been saving for six months. I wish I could have stopped at some of the trails we passed in the redwood forest. I like it so much and it makes me happy and I have not even <i>once </i>gotten to go for a walk in a forest since I've been here. Paved everything all the time.<br />
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I procrastinated going for my run till it was dark and when I finally went, it was rather awful. My ankles hurt and my thighs were burning from the hills and the heavy six miles I had done on Saturday. I wanted to like it, but that two miles was irritating and making me wish that I hadn't committed to this.<br />
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<br />Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-106978192555523292012-10-28T21:12:00.000-07:002012-10-28T21:12:16.923-07:0027/30: Jogging... More HillsOn Saturday my intent was to go a nice five miles at a steady pace with maybe one or two walking breaks. I got dressed all nice and cute and was ready to tackle the day! It didn't go the way I planned. At all.<br />
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My downfall was that I wanted to try a new route. Usually I walk 4 blocks uphill and then I have several blocks that are decently flat at the very top of Nob Hill and about three weird laps makes a 2 miles. <br />
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I wanted variety!<br />
I wanted to run by the bay!<br />
I wanted something pretty!<br />
I wanted to kill myself apparently!<br />
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It was awful. Truly a dumb decision. The hills were so steep on the way down I was afraid of running them too fast because tripping and falling would have meant serious injuries. Plus I had to go up hills to get to the bay. Then I was at Fisherman's Wharf. The fried food smell was gross. I had a full half mile of trying not to gag and run. Then there were the tourists. Everywhere. I don't dislike tourists, but I also don't usually try to run though a crowd of them. Not their fault that I have ill thought out ideas.<br />
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It wasn't all bad. I had some great views. The hills are good for building character. (Yeah right!) I got to pet a pretty dog. I got to see Alcatraz Island. I got to watch the last of the fog lift off the Golden Gate Bridge. I got to see other attractive people jogging. ^_~<br />
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I got 5
miles of jogging in. In fact I got a lot more than that in. I did a
total of 6.5 miles. I walked the steepest hills. I did get tired and
walk some other parts too, but at least 5 of those miles were at a
jogging pace. I would go all giddy about the mileage, but I didn't feel
as good doing those miles as I did last weeks 5. So I do have a new record for how far I've jogged.<br />
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Unfortunately there were a couple of other problems that plagued my run. I had a stitch in
my side for at least half a mile that happened earlier in the week as
well. I also felt really slow. So many other people kept passing me.
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After the fact, which involved walking back UP the insanely steep hills, I was thinking about how I feel like I'm not that great at running, but I <u>have</u> to give myself a break. I've only been running for 27 days and I can't expect to be great at something I am so new at. Simply being competent, not hurting myself, as well as being able to enjoy something I previously hated, is darn good progress in 4 weeks.Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-63406166624487959962012-10-27T11:29:00.003-07:002012-10-27T11:30:11.003-07:0026/30: JoggingI started my Friday out with a job interview. I think it went well, but we'll see. I was so tired all day though.<br />
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When it got time to do my run I did two easy miles with the dog and went home. I have nothing motivational to say about it.<br />
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The rest of the day was spent watching Dancing with the Stars, and knitting. I like knitting!<br />
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I think this is my most boring and short post ever.Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-30905378026018259202012-10-26T13:26:00.001-07:002012-10-26T13:26:40.027-07:0025/30: Jogging Hills!So I realized my count is off. Not sure when it happened, but I checked and I started on the first, so with today being the 26th it would be my 26th day of jogging. So since I'm blogging about yesterdays jog, it would be the 25th day out of my 30. That's what happens when I am crazy busy and have no time to update at the end of the day. And when I have no internet.<br />
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Yesterday I ran around the city running errands but still didn't get everything I wanted to done. Managed to go to the banks though. Since Ada came with me she got tons of exercise. Lots of places don't want her, but at Sports Basement she was able to get all her loving adoration from her fans.<br />
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I was so tired from all the walking that I didn't even want to go and run, but I told myself that I would be fine and that I could keep the distance short but that I still needed to push myself. This meant hills!!<br />
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I ran around my own block 8 times. This means the hill on one side of the block? Yeah, up it 8 times. *grins* I also got to fly down it 8 times on the opposite side of the block, which was very fun. I was counting every side of the block as a foe that I was defeating. That's 8 times around, times 4 sides of the block, which is 32 blocks. The last block just had to be the hill side. Didn't matter how I did it, since I live at the top of the hill I have to climb it to get home!<br />
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Why can't we live at the bottom of a hill? Or maybe where there are no hills? I miss New Orleans. No hills there. There are tons of hills in San Francisco. <i>Tons!</i> I guess it's kinda a thing around here. They suck so bad for running though. Why the hills? Why? Can't they just maybe be flat? Okay! This is how I feel about hills. Sorry.<br />
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There is a running group that meets at the Nike Store every Wednesday. They go 2-6 miles. I would have never guessed that I would have been able to run 6 miles, but at this point it wouldn't surprise me! Now the other problem is that they run hills... I now know that I don't like hills, but I can do them. I might reward myself for finishing my 30 day of jogging by going on the group run on day 31! It is Halloween though, so maybe I'll actually be a lazy pants and trick or treat.Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-4206277951871398132012-10-25T15:15:00.001-07:002012-10-25T15:17:18.704-07:0025/30: Jogging and NOT SickAfter I had my delightful latte and sit down bagel with Nutella I went home with the dog and had lots of fun doing nothing. Since this was boring and I couldn't use internet on my phone to kill the boredom I went out of the door to fill out applications at the hospital across the street and the Trader Joe's. The hospital screens their volunteers rigorously (as in full background check). Trader Joe's called me back after an hour and a half of me dropping off the app. So I get to have a fun interview on Friday.<br />
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When I took the dog for a jog I was only going to go two miles, but we felt so good that it was just too easy and we went for three!<br />
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Then we got into a fight with a crazy man at the dog park who told me I should be careful because Doberman's can be vicious. After I told him that my dog is not vicious his dog jumped on Ada and tried to bite her <i>while she was in my lap!</i><br />
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It's rather scary to have a dog attack happen in your lap. Really unsettling. I yelled at this man that his dog just bit Ada. Instead of apologizing, he told me that his dog should have bitten me! I cussed him out and wanted to punch him, but as I've only ever been in 2 fights and one was with my sister and the other one didn't involve punching I decided that maybe leaving would make more sense.<br />
So I left.<br />
While cussing.<br />
Rather loudly.<br />
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I then spent almost an hour vibrating and feeling like I was stupid for not punching or suing or something. My girl let me get the yelling out and did what friends do best. She commiserated and made me feel less crazy and blamed it all on him. She also let me yell bunches till I felt better. Best therapy ever is having friends who know how to help you calm down but don't dismiss what happened either.<br />
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Don't know what I'm gonna do today. Maybe hills. It's been a week since I did hills I think.Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-52426629457070785332012-10-24T10:05:00.004-07:002012-10-24T10:07:57.313-07:0023/30 & 24/30: Jogging and Food Posioning23/30<br />
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it's a good bet that the sushi gave me food poisoning. It was
annoying. And it hurt too. Not the worst case ever, but my Monday
run was more of a shuffle. A very slow shuffle with the dog and an
umbrella. It was short too. Just a smidgen over a quarter mile. And
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />So I haven't done much today outside of wake up, wash my face, get dressed in real clothing, do my makeup and go to the coffee shop, but I'm feeling great! (Especially now that I've finished my latte and whole wheat bagel with Nutella!) I'm so excited that I'm better!<br /><br />AT&T is supposed to come over to our apt and do something with the phone lines so that I can have internet tomorrow. But they said that they can't guarantee a time, or that they'll call to get into the building. So I think what they're saying is I should wait on the steps in front of the building from 8am -8pm so that they can maybe get there eventually and not be inconvenienced by calling me to open up the apt for them. They are total poop heads. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I don't know what I'm gonna do for my run today, but I want to do three miles after the dummies come. I also need to get some Ada medicine. </span></span></div>
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<br />At this point it's getting to be too many days in between posts. I had to do an outline just to keep everything straight! Before I finished unpacking the kitchen, I unpacked the PS3 so that I would have something to distract me while I unpacked. I thought the best thing to listen to would be musicals! "Into the Woods," "Enchanted," and "Tarzan" made my day much better.<br /><br />When my guy finally got home I did 1.3 miles. I'm not sure if I took the dog with me or not... Can't remember that far back!<br />
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I did loads of laundry. Many, many loads. I also put in "Spice World" and I can't remember what else.<br />
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My run was extra awesome. I decided that I wanted to do 2 miles. I took a new route and was surprised with some rather awesome new endurance! I added a <i>huge*</i> hill into the run right as I was done with my 2 miles and was so excited by the fact that I got myself up the hill that I ran all the way home! It was downhill so my legs got a little bit of a rest, and so when I got to my front door I decided to lap my block one more time. It meant another hill*. I had two hills* in my run! ^_^ I'm a machine!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Okay, these are not <i>huge </i>hills, but they are medium hills and they are hard.</span><br />
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I woke up and decided to take Ada to a fabric store for a little bit of a scene change. On the way we bumped into these!<br />
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We frolicked through the Nike store and then gasped in wonder at the fabric in the fabric store. Then we came home to more movies and laundry.<br />
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I only did a mile. And I took Ada with me. It was rather pathetic.<br />
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<br />On Saturday I wanted to do my run early. I went my my sexy man to the local coffee shop and after I got some delightful caffine in me I went for my run. I wanted to repeat the great 3 mile run I had done last Sunday. So I programed my Nano for 3.25 miles (I figured an extra quarter mile should be about what I'm gaining a week!)<br />
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While I was jogging I passed a motorcycle on the ground. Someone had run into it (probably while backing up) and hadn't bothered picking it back up. On my second pass I couldn't help myself and asked a nearby doorman to help me pick it up. (Less of a chance of someone running into it again I figured.) The footpeg on one side was shirred off. I picked it up and sliced open my hand. Ouch! <br /><br />So I kept running. I saw some stairs and added them into my run. <br />
And kept running. I noticed how the bottom on a ladies shoes matched the color of her purse. <br />
And kept running. I got to pet some cute dogs. <br />
And kept running. I took a picture of some tourists with the city in the background. And kept running. I got to watch artists paint the city around us.<br />
And kept running. My nano said I was done with my 3.25 miles.<br />
I kept running.<br />
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I ran 5 miles.<br />
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I don't think you heard me...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I RAN 5 MILES!!!</span></div>
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It was awesome. I felt great. I was hoping on day 30 that I might be able to do it, but I figured there was no way it would ever actually happen. I am so geeked!<br />
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After I got home I told my boyfriend, but I didn't want to go
crazy and bore everyone so I saved it all up for you! He went to the
YMCA while I took the dog for a walk. I went grocery shopping. He
cooked dinner. We had a mini house warming party. Everyone had fun and
complimented my man's cooking (he's good!) and after a last doggie walk
I went to bed. And I ran 5 miles!!<br />
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Today was a much calmer day. I took the dog to the park. Had some coffee. Had breakfast sushi. Found an awesome<a href="http://www.missionminis.com/" target="_blank"> mini cupcake </a>place. I also took a nap!<br />
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I took Ada with my on my run today. It was only 2 miles. But it felt good. I didn't go crazy. I am happy with yesterday. I did decide that I needed to dress up. It's not a great pic, but sometimes I look cuter than mirror pics make me look!<br />
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If you've never worn a miniskirt to work out, you're missing something awesome. It's fun! I learned all about it when I did roller derby for a year. You should try it sometime. Or not. It's not for everyone, but I always like it.<br />
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After a decent night of sleep we started our first full day in the city off with a trip to the local dog park. Which is shut down... They had a patch of dirt fenced off for the use of our four legged friends, but not what I was hoping for. I did manage to get a good workout with all the hills and Ada was happy, so that's all that matters. g<br />
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We needed rugs for our apartment, since at least 80% of the floor needs to be covered to soften footfalls. (I still have unfolded cardboard boxes muffling the sound!) This meant a trip to IKEA. ^_^ I love IKEA! It's like a mini Christmas for me. I get to look and touch home stuff. It's like a kid going to Disney World. Do you have <i>any</i> idea how much I love IKEA? It's unhealthy, really. We got to have meatball lunch and I frolicked for a while. We also came away with a large livingroom rug, a hall runner, towels and a dish rack since we no longer have a dishwasher (boo).<br />
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That evening I went for a run and somehow I managed to 3 miles in 30 minutes. You heard me right. <u>Three, ten minute m*f* miles!</u> I kept saying it because it was so hard to believe. I was so excited! I am still very proud of myself. Every step of those three miles was enjoyable.<br />
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I had reread <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Born-Run-Hidden-Superathletes-Greatest/dp/0307279189/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1350493485&sr=8-1&keywords=born+to+run" target="_blank">Born to Run</a> while we were spending those long hours in the truck shuttling everything to our new place, and I kept thinking "Easy and light. If I can manage easy and light, everything else will follow." I may be simplifying it a bit, but when I'm that excited I'll give myself a pass. I tried to check my form. Back straight? Yes. Keeping my legs under my hips? Yup. Trying not to land on my heels? Got it! I'm sure there are more things I need to learn about running, but I was trying to put what I had learned into practice. I'm thinking about starting barefoot running. But with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vibram-Fivefingers-Womens-Bikila-Blue/dp/B003YM7AKY/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1350493786&sr=8-8&keywords=vibram" target="_blank">Vibrams</a>. *grins* My brother in law will give me so much shit if I get them. At least I'm forewarned!<br />
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Monday was Dave's first day at work. Also the first day I slept myself out in several weeks. I felt so much better. I spent the day painting the hallway. It was very gray. There were also <i>tons</i> of edges that I had to painstakingly cut in since I wasn't going to tape it all.<br />
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That evening Ada and I walked over to Union Square to meet Dave so we could buy him some new clothes at Macy's! Ada was such a good girl. She sat so nice next to me and even though it was boring she only barked at skateboarders. And that's okay because they scare me too. I took a picture of how good she was!<br />
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That evening I only went for a mile run. I went once around the block, but there's a hill on both sides, so that means going down a hill (not so bad) and, on the other side, going up a hill (murder!) I do have an L shaped 3 blocks that's rather level. I need to go down the block from my apartment, turn right and cross the street to the hospital, cross the street to where the pet store is, and then reverse. It's a rather awkward rout, but I wasn't up for going to the park.<br />
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On Tuesday I decided that I had to start unpacking. I hate unpacking. To procrastinate I decided to paint the kitchen! I was going to do it anyways, so I might as well do it while it's still empty and the plastic is down, right? This meant moving the (<i>very</i> dangerous) appliances. The coils on the back of the refrigerator burned me. The handle that opens the oven stabbed me. They were trying to kill me! It's a dangerous job, but someone's gotta do it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Look at them plotting to bring me down!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So that got done. I pulled up the plastic and then thought "Hey! I should mop the floor! Start with a clean slate!" Got that done. Then I decided that the windows were filthy, as were the window ledges, so those should be cleaned</span>. That was really the grossest thing I'd done in months. Seriously nasty. At that point. I realized I had no choice but to start unpacking. So I did. The apartment looks worse now than when I started. Really bad. <br />
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When Dave finally got home I trudged to the park. Not looking forward to the run, but glad to get out of the house. I managed 1.5 miles before I stopped. My goal for the day was 3.25. I was so disappointed, but I felt like lead. It was so hard just to move my feet. I haven't quit and I know I can like it, so I have that to hold onto when I have a bad day.</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The last post I wrote had
me missing my first jog. I was rather upset and as I walked into the
bedroom to get some much needed sleep after loading the links to Facebook, my boyfriend looked at me and
said, “Your shoes are right there. If it matters to you that much,
just go around the block and at least then you won't have skipped.”
So at 12:30 after my last post, I threw on my battered work sneakers
and left the house. I was slow and my iPod crapped out after a song,
but I reran the rout from the night before, so I know that I got a
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The next day my sexy
awesome boyfriend woke me up with coffee and breakfast. This was so
I wouldn't waste any time in packing everything up. Now the ride
from Santa Clara to Nob Hill in San Francisco takes an hour. That's
without much traffic. Unfortunately we always hit traffic. So we
spent at least 10 hours in the car. We tried to get the big
furniture first, since we didn't want to be asshole neighbors and
move heavy stuff late at night. So (1) the couch and Chair were the
previous night, (2) the bed came first, (3) then the desk, tv, &
kitchen table, (4) then a load of boxes, (5) hgthen the bookshelves
and more boxes, and (6) the last load was things like lamps, my bike,
and the dog. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Now every load went like
this. We carry the stuff to the truck, pack the cab with random
things, load the bed, drive to the city, my boyfriend curses at the
other drivers, we double park in front of the apartment, move
everything from the truck to the sidewalk while the hazards are
blinking, he finds a place to park the full sized F-150 in a city
made for mini cars, I move everything from the sidewalk to the lobby
while he does that, then we move it from the lobby to the apartment,
walk back to the truck, and drive another hour or more to Santa
Clara, while bumping into road closures or gridlocked traffic on
almost every route out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">We didn't pick the dog up
till 5:30 in the morning. That's how long it took to get everything
loaded up. This still meant an hour drive with the dog in the car.
A dog who seemed to be completely crazy. In the last year since we
adopted her she's mellowed quite a bit. Not after we picked her up
though. It's like she unlearned a year of behavior. We couldn't
even take her into the apartment, she was too crazy. He had to take
her for a walk while I unpacked the foodstuffs that went into the
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<span style="font-size: medium;">After they got back I made
sure that I got to go for my jog since I had felt so good the night
before. I programed my iPod for a mile and explored a few of the
streets around my new place. Despite my exhaustion, the fact that it
was 7:30 in the morning or that I knew none of the streets every
block I went shook aches out and by the time I was done I was much
less stiff. I rinsed off after my jog (first time in days that I'd
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I got 3 and a half hours.
Then the dog woke me up. Since I didn't want her going crazy I took
her to a park down the street that seemed to be considered a dog
park. She ran and got some crazy out and I was happy that maybe I
could get back to sleep. When we got back, Dave went out for coffee
and brought home food! I only got an hour nap. After we ate we went
and switched his phone carrier. Then he went out with some friends
while I got changed for my jog. I went back to the park with Ada and
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I came home and got
dressed nice for a night out, when the boys came traipsing into the
place. Boxes everywhere! I managed to make enough places for people
to sit and talk for a while. We headed back out and went wandering
for some food. We found some! Hamburgers and only 2 blocks away.
They were very good and grass-fed as well. I took the dog for a last
block and then we finally managed to get a good night of sleep. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Now this is an abridged
version of what took place the last several days. But going into in
more detail would probably glaze your eyes over in boredom. The internet is rather spotty atm, so I can't really depend on it. Hope to have a post up tomorrow.</span></div>
Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-47166055406966736192012-10-12T00:20:00.000-07:002012-10-14T12:01:25.893-07:0010/30: Jogging & 11/30: NotI've been moving. I was tired yesterday but before I finished I jogged a mile in jeans and paint clothes! It was awesome and I felt much better.<br />
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Tonight unfortunately I am sitting here after midnight and I'm so exhausted that I'm going to miss a day of my jogging. I'm going to tack an extra day on at the end, but it's not the same. I feel like I failed! I managed to jog the day of my sisters wedding, but one measly little move has managed to defeat me. I need to wake up tomorrow to do more moving so I'm going to go to bed. I may not get the time tomorrow either. At that point it's a two day moving break. But it still sucks, and I don't want to miss tomorrow. Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-29640040134701816822012-10-10T00:41:00.000-07:002012-10-10T00:41:17.675-07:009/30: Jogging and WorkSo today was my last day at work and I was so sad. It was rather nice to see how much everyone was going to miss me. Hopefully I will get to transfer to the Macy's in Union Square. At least I managed to fabulous!<br />
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Today's jog went way better than I expected. I had to stop to retie my shoe, but I managed more than 2 miles in one stretch and a bit more than 1/2 a mile to finish. At 3.5 miles I feel pretty good about how I'm progressing with my runs. I'm slowly, but surely, building up my endurance and I hope that by the time I'm done with my 30 days I can do a full 3 miles at a jog. I would hope for 5, but I don't think that's gonna happen. <br /><br />I was gonna upload a nice map of the city and show you where I'm gonna live, but then I realized that I don't really want potential stalkers to know where I live. Not that more than maybe three or four people really read this, but I figure maybe I shouldn't put a map to my home on the internet... Tomorrow I shall have photos of my new apartment.Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-14770931586870043572012-10-08T21:34:00.000-07:002012-10-08T21:34:36.461-07:008/30: JoggingAfter only 5 hours of sleep (again) I decided I should take Ada-dog for a walk. I also put on my jogging clothes so that I could jog with her. We walked for a mile and jogged for a mile.<br />
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I do not like having her with me while I jog. I think it's good for her, but it's twice as much work since she's constantly pulling at the leash and bumping into me. Part of me hopes that if I just keep jogging with her she'll get better at it and I will enjoy it more.<br />
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I was going to do more, but I had several things to take care of today and realized that I hurt, so I'm okay with only doing a mile jog. It can be a "break" day since I'm not actually breaking. My sister was worried I would hurt myself since I'm do 30 continuous days of jogging, but I know they work out every day during boot camp, so I figure as long as I pay attention to my body and give myself occasional easy days to take some pressure off I should be fine. Sorry this is more technical and less life centered. Going to bed extra early!Ronjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05464800282004201253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675504119444736075.post-15240506413756249882012-10-07T23:42:00.001-07:002012-10-07T23:44:54.682-07:007/30: Jogging<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOgARAQf1EYRaTOShoqh2ul0-6B1lDgt6fvL6-vwWCP8_CTtyyyopUKAtoa7l092IlKIUcwF6NTMfcENVmvrs0bqKPC_d4uEV7qEOQ0oA6ZlsrbdaJbb3cw1SefCaO2Y_wHaXVx6P/s1600/beachfloat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>It was my last day waking up in Florida. I really wanted one last beach run. After my mother dropped me off at my sisters condo I got into my bikini bottoms and sports bra. I was only planning on going for 1.75 miles, but pushed an extra quarter mile and had a great time. </div>
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I have decided that jogging on the beach is one of my favorite things in the world. Especially the clear and beautiful beaches in Destin.<br />
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I spent some great time floating in the water and just relaxing. Then I had to go on a dumb airplane and get all stressed and frustrated again. If I hadn't gotten my jog in this morning I don't think it would have happened today because the rest of the day was just too busy with flying across the USA. Tomorrow I get to deal with the start of moving things. Maybe I can get a whole 3 miles of jogging in! Or maybe I'll just sleep forever.</div>
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