Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Four months ago I quit my job and moved to a quiet and dusty small town. Aside from the general feeling of being away from my friends and family, the closeness that me and da mister have is comparable to nothing else.
It is the small town mentality that I have trouble relating to. Let me start with segregation and the idea that white folk hold the power over the minorities, even though; the minorities are the majority in this town. It is strange being in a town where Mexican’s don’t speak to white people much less offer to pick up a cane they dropped, in an effort to give them assistance. I have been fortunate enough to grow up in a city where being outgoing and friendly are an asset and now it is like I have cotties and no one wants my germs.
There is no recycling program and paper and plastic are thrown out with the other trash. Dogs run free with no leash, tags, or collars. At the top of my list is the lack of fitness awareness programs. The rates for the only gym in town are three times as expensive with less than half the amenities. Saturdays they open at noon and Sunday are closed; there are no showers and only a communal bathroom, and no group exercise classes. Let me repeat, there is no boot camp, no yoga, no total conditioning and no spin classes.
I may be complaining about the lack of bicycle lanes in and around town, but really I am perturbed by the culture of the town. I have spent much of my years reading and exploring women’s empowerment only to be uprooted into a town where girls do not speak until spoken to and only respond with a yes or no.
As a woman minority, it is an everyday battle being an entrepreneur in a small town. With all my will, I am determined to continue forward thinking and not digress to a time of the past.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Me and da mister had a pretty good Christmas and New Year’s. We did the usual and celebrated with our families and da boyz. I tried really hard to stay up late, but only made it to 11:34 PM before the two beers I drank knocked me out. It appears as if I have turned into a light weight and a cheap date.
A new year has turned and things are stirring up with the new business. We are excited about a proposition with the University of the Incarnate Word, the college that both da mister and I attended. Da mister has even moved over his diplomas to make room for mine. Our office is becoming slightly cozier in our shared space.
Since my move in September, I have joined two new gyms, I bike ride through Southwest Texas more frequently, I have been about to practice hot yoga once a week- overall I am back into my fitness routine. I am pretty happy these days. How could I not be happy when my niece blows me kisses?
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Things are a little slow at work and it is to be expected with a new business. We are discussing a new telephone system and we have 15 options on the announcement. This is what I do to pass the time.
Press 1 to talk to Barbie about bike routes and upcoming bike rides.
Press 2 to talk to Barbie about cycling nutrition and gear.
Press 3 to talk to Barbie about yoga, gentle or hot.
Press 4 to talk to Barbie about gossip news or the latest episode of Chelsea Lately
Press 5 to talk to Barbie about Facebook and status updates.
Press 6 to talk to Barbie about Twitter tweets
Press 7 to talk to Barbie about legitimate work requests.
Press 8 to talk to Barbie about a about getting a message to Ricky so you can talk to Ricky.
Press 9 to hear the menu again.
This is what I do. I entertain myself with creating telephone menu options and crocheting. Yes, that is how bad I need to entertain myself.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
In a never ending attempt to maintain my youthful spirit, I remind myself to go outside and ride my bike.
This Texas girl is gracious for Texas winter days and 71 degree weather. This thirty-something year old gal enjoyed every moment of that thirty-something mile bike ride. For the next 1.25 years, I will remind myself that I am still a thirty-something year old.
The road passes under me and eighteen-wheelers honk their horns, and it is in these realizations where I wonder where the next year will take me. Just this morning we spoke about the possibility of bankruptcy, but a few hours later spoke of a new account that would push us into capacity and staffing issues. There are days that I think I will move my desk out of me and da misters shared office. If I did that, I would not be able to get on the da misters nerves enough so he can release me off to an afternoon of bike riding.
We have spent an eleven day stretch in CS and I caught myself saying, “I want to go home”. Then I remembered that home is where da mister is. We could be in SA or CS and I always feel like I am home when da mister is here.
When I am out riding, I miss my mom.
On the road, I get excited about da boyz calling my new parents, “Grand Dad” and "Nina".
Behind each mile…
I am happy, happy, happy.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
I had a break down. I had to do it. There are no other options.
The time change and dark roads filled with eighteen wheelers has forced me to put my bike on the trainer.
My trainer is not an expensive one and super loud. I tried training in my yoga dogo but the upstairs acoustics amplifies the spinning bike wheels. Da mister strongly encouraged me to go outside. The dilemma will be when it really gets cold. I will deal with it then.
People have told me that they hate trainers. It is like running on a treadmill and going nowhere. This morning as I sat on my trainer, I was reminded of the trainer miles I rode while training to ride across America. I had to get miles on my legs and this was the only way.
This is my happy place- on my bike.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
It would be a lie if I said I love it in Carrizo. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband and I love being in the same town with him but I miss San Antonio. I miss my friends and family, hot yoga, and commuting.
There is an unsettled feeling that hangs over me and I wonder around the house looking for a comfortable place. I have tried to keep my routine of walking Roxy, practicing yoga, and bike rides but the eighteen wheelers push me off the roads and yoga is boring when it is just me in downward facing dog, and my dog, Roxy, licking my face.
Da mister has been supportive and he lets me mope around the house. He has let me make the house comfortable and gives me lots of space to nest. Definitely, I am still struggling to adjust to the change of pace of a small town that is not my home town.
My hope is that our new business becomes such a success that I am able to buy a small airplane or helicopter. That won’t happen any time soon, but it is fun to wish.
For now, I will indulge in reading my friends blogs: www.feenixgoeswalkabout2013.blogspot.com
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
We wake up together, drive to work together and work side by side, AND we are still having a good time! At times, it is not always perfect but most of the time it is. Da mister drives me crazy, but the good kind of crazy, if you know what I mean. Maybe it is because we are five month old newlyweds, but either way, we fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and wake up that way. Just the other week, we went out to dinner followed by dancing. Da mister groped me and made me blush. I loved every minute of it. After all, he is my husband.
We started, “quiet time”. After too much time together, we just need time. It is funny because we sit next to each other and not talk. Usually, it is me who talks first even after I started quiet time. I had to put a line down the middle of the office so we could remember to stay on our side. It is all in good fun because the line is always crossed.
This morning I did Barbie Boot camp, or my version of it. I ran to Veterans park, along with three stray dogs, did 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 mountain climbers, 50 burpies, and 100 lunges, then ran back home, another 1.25 miles.
Riding my bike is another story… daylight is getting shorter and the eighteen wheelers are getting scary. I am working on getting my routine down but I am still riding.
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