DAY 44: the pioneer woman + dumbbells

Today, I learned how to make brownies that knock you naked (because it's so good, you'll just wanna strip...or something). I learned tips on how to improve my blog (and blogging skillz). I learned the process of writing a children's book (which is pretty much the same with any other type of book, right? Plus-minus a few modifications.). I learned how to photograph food, which is gonna be extremely helpful when I finally make the pastas I've sworn I'll make before the summer's over.

And all these I learned from one website, from one amazing blogger/woman--Ree Drummond. She is awesome, I tell you. Once you're done with reading this summary of events, you'd better head over to her site. Otherwise you're missing one-half of your life--and you'll never, ever get it back. Mwahahahah.

All right, I'm feeling rather elated right now. Coz...I just zapped a mosquito. Like, two seconds ago. While it was buzzing around my arm while I typed. I positioned my right palm over my left arm, and brought it down the split-second it started sucking on my blood. THWACK! Down it went, leaving some blood splatters on my arm (because it was one fat mosquito who probably fed on countless other humans before it tried my puny arms).

Speaking of puny arms, my aunt brought over her dumbbells today, at the request of my sister. There were three--two of them weighing 4lbs., and one 2lbs. My cousin showed me (and showed off) how to lift them to build arm strength (and sculpt my arms, which was my intent with them). He was using the 4lbs. ones, and made it look like...lifting a glass of water. Men. I tried it, one on each hand, and almost fell backwards. Yes, I am puny. Go on, make fun of me. I know you wanna.

Anyhow, I've resolved to, uhm, take it easy and use the two-pounder for starters. I am ambitious, yes, but hopefully not stupid. Definitely not stupid.

I'll start off with twenty counts tomorrow. Twenty each arm. Then I'll add twenty more every three days, until I'm doing a hundred everyday. And I'm not stopping 'til my arms are as awesome as, say, Santana's (in GLEE).

And...I made up that workout routine all by myself, so if it's stupid, tell me so at once before I get any stupider. I've tried looking into dumbbell exercises, but they're more of procedures rather than time tips. I just went with how much I could possibly do in a day, and how much I want to achieve in the end. Simple.

Am I doing that right, or is it wonky in places?


P.S. Someday, I'm gonna figure out why they're called dumbbells. And if they actually have any relation to church bells. I'll let you know when I get to the bottom of this mystery.

P.P.S. Today was Mom's birthday, and I'm stuffed with all the food on the table...and that's probably partly why I was almost bent over backwards by two four-pounder dumbbells: my stomach helped them along. Still, it was an awesome dinner. Happy birthday, Mom!

P.P.P.S. I went to Limketkai earlier (to have myself photographed for my 1x1 solo photos), and bought nail polish on impulse. Oh, and I strutted (shyly) around XU in a sleeveless top with matching silver dangling earrings. I am turning into such a girly-girl this summer. Darn.



Photo credits to The Pioneer Woman (for Ree Drummond's photo) and SodaHead (for Santana's cheerleading pose).