<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 17:54:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>cadence</category><category>Motherhood</category><category>pirates</category><category>Heads or Tails</category><category>miscellaneous</category><category>marathon</category><category>Wordless</category><category>Running</category><category>Pittsburgh</category><category>graduation</category><category>Family</category><category>Friendship</category><category>Mommy fun</category><category>Christmas</category><category>CONNEX</category><category>Physics</category><category>courage</category><category>Wii</category><category>change</category><category>legos</category><category>Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category>school</category><category>inspiration</category><category>House</category><category>directionally challenged</category><category>summer</category><category>Beach</category><category>ice</category><category>Computers</category><category>Astrology</category><category>food</category><category>outdoors</category><category>Halloween</category><category>turtles</category><category>procrastination</category><category>Fall</category><category>ticks</category><category>health</category><category>Football</category><category>training</category><category>plumbing fun</category><title>Life is like a box of Legos&amp;reg ...</title><description>Sometimes they get stuck together, sometimes they get chewed on, sometimes they get lost, but in the end, they always seem to fit together somehow.</description><link>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos" /><feedburner:info uri="lifeislikeaboxoflegos" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-3607142563574403218</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-19T16:20:57.625-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">courage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">legos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Whoomp ... there it is ...</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;"Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point."&amp;nbsp; CS Lewis&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;And you thought it was going to be another "all about Wii" post ... ha! Fooled you...&amp;nbsp; Here's the scoop ... I finished the 30 day challenge ... in 45 days ... at the end of June ... there were no fireworks, no parade, no grand feeling of accomplishment ... just a small surge of adrenaline while I tore threw the house doing last minute cleaning, packing, bill paying, and laundry ... so we could enjoy clean linens when we returned.&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;Then it was off to the land of my birth, Pittsburgh, PA ... to reunite with friends and family for 10 non-stop fun-filled days.&amp;nbsp; Upon our return, there were four 10 - 12 hour days of preparation for our Bible School at church ... it was a rain forest theme ... and we constructed a 95 foot long bridge ... over not-so-troubled water.&amp;nbsp; It was a foot bridge, with rope handrail ... Although, on second thought, it may have been a little troubled - or more specifically, I was a little troubled wondering why I scheduled my vacation so close to my commitment to crafting a hallway for VBS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;After a week of Bible School (helping with story time for 3 and 4 year olds ... that's another story in itself), I decided to start the Wii challenge for the 3rd time.&amp;nbsp; Again, no fan fare, no parade, no nothin'.&amp;nbsp; It was quite anti-climatic.&amp;nbsp; I am 10 workouts in, in 18 days ... my son had strep throat and school started and a host of other excuses.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I've stopped the Wii journal entries for now.&amp;nbsp; Just know that I will probably mention it again.&amp;nbsp; But there are other things to discuss ... it's not just about "Wii" you know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;So where does the C.S. Lewis quote come in?&amp;nbsp; In hindsight, I need to give myself some credit for actually trying this challenge thing the 3rd time.&amp;nbsp; Sure, my husband, who I adore, cannot stick with this for very long ... and has abandoned me to my own fate ... so I really am on my own here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me and my Mii.&amp;nbsp; Running has not been consistent ... I blame the 100+ degree heat index because I have to blame something, as I'm trying to give myself a little credit.&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;Courage comes in many forms ... there are those who need courage to get up in the morning, courage to eat (or not eat so much), courage to breath, courage to face each challenge. When we look more closely, we see that we are courageous in so many unique ways.&amp;nbsp; Courage to stand up to a bully at school(or at work), courage to face fears, courage to try something new, courage to stop something old, courage to organize (and re-organize) your legos (you can take that metaphorically if you'd like), anyway - you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; There's a point here that should not be overlooked.&amp;nbsp; I'm off now to continue building (rebuilding) my lego castle and think maybe about exercising ... again.&amp;nbsp; But before I go, out of curiosity, from where or from Whom do you get your courage? &lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli" id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-3607142563574403218?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/oYF5ouxDRSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/oYF5ouxDRSI/whoomp-there-it-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/08/whoomp-there-it-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-6246027721924405461</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-22T11:50:37.709-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wii are poetry in motion</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;          &lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That's what the Wii Personal Trainer said this morning ... I strongly disagree.&amp;nbsp; Jumping lunges are not my forte, but she said I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;poetry in motion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ... I think she was being patronizing and I resent that! And I resent the fact that I resent a digital personal trainer ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My thoughts have rapidly spiraled out of control ... might be due to lack of sleep ... might be due to stress ... might be due to increased amounts of caffeine ... might be all of the above ... but all that aside, I only have two more workouts left in my 30 day challenge ... and I will finish it this time ... even if it kills me (metaphorically speaking, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have completed 18 workouts in 45 days ... it's not pretty, and yes, I realize that means I have exceeded the 30 day challenge ... &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;, but who's counting? I mean, besides the Wii Personal Trainer ... I'm just looking for completing all 20 - and then starting &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt; ... because I am a glutton for punishment and monotony ... and lunges. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Dare I mention&lt;/i&gt; how I feel about squats?&amp;nbsp; Probably not ... it wouldn't be pretty, but it might be poetry ... in motion.&amp;nbsp; Something like this -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To exercise or not ...&lt;br /&gt;
this is how I think -&lt;br /&gt;
Please don't make me do another squat -&lt;br /&gt;
but happily another cup of java I will drink.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My thighs cry out in pain -&lt;br /&gt;
Oh! the agony in those quads&lt;br /&gt;
If I do another set &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;
upon the Wii I will trod ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And stomp and destroy -&lt;br /&gt;
this so called "toy" does &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; bring Mii joy.&lt;br /&gt;
Not at all ... for who in their right mind&lt;br /&gt;
Would repeat this challenge grind?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently the answer is my Mii&lt;br /&gt;
Off my rocker ... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;apparently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=liisliaboofle-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002CNIML2&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=liisliaboofle-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001O4N1NY" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=liisliaboofle-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001O4N1NY" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=liisliaboofle-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B002CNIML2" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Valor-BD-3-Squat-Stands/dp/B002CNIML2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=liisliaboofle-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Valor BD-3 Squat Stands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=liisliaboofle-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B002CNIML2" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli" id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=liisliaboofle-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B001O4N1NY&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-6246027721924405461?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/_SX6dujsces" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/_SX6dujsces/wii-are-poetry-in-motion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/06/wii-are-poetry-in-motion.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-3379784030375121989</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-22T12:30:25.057-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>There is no we in Wii</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         &lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;         It's just you ... or more specifically, me ... my Mii ... who I created 5 months ago, got a makeover this morning.  I changed her clothes, gave her a new ponytail, and a pair of Ray-Bans.  My 7 year old son, popped in while I was on my last exercise, and said, "Mommy, you look different ... is that really you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course it's me ... who else do you think it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you look different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a good way?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I am doing alternating lunges while having this conversation.  It is also important to note that last Saturday morning, while we were having breakfast, my son commented that he thought I should lose some body fat ... not a lot mind you, just a little - so he said, because he didn't think my stomach was as flat as it could be.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess in a good way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I guess almost two weeks of consistent exercise is paying off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mommy, your Mii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I am you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, your Wii Mii looks different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Thanks for noticing ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you change your outfit and do your hair differently?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was sweaty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as I completed the last lunge)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK then, keep at it."  And then he ran back upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no ... there is no "We/Wii" - it's just "Me/Mii".  Isn't that the truth? I have completed 8 workouts in 11 days in this round of the 30 day  challenge but hesitant to declare any type of victory - I've been at  this point before ... and, we're going to the beach for a week ... Maybe one day, either my husband or son will join Mii again ... and Wii can be in this together ... but for now, I'm on Mii own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-3379784030375121989?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/ejmCxZ1OiSE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/ejmCxZ1OiSE/there-is-no-we-in-wii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/05/there-is-no-we-in-wii.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-4645853414454048061</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T21:47:27.315-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>I Wii'd but I didn't want to ...</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         &lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;         That's three workouts in 4 days ... (I took a rest day to regroup after day 2, it was exhausting - ok, not really) ... I dare not get excited about this ... yet.  It's too easy to come up with reasons not to insert the disc into the Wii ... and click A on the Wii remote ... (um, my thumb hurts ... it does, I wouldn't make that up ... although, I might slightly embellish for conversational filler ... but ...&lt;br /&gt;I think that I may be over-stressing it because of my blackberry - technology is dangerous to your health which is why I am using the Wii as a Personal Trainer ... in person personal training seems so, well, personal). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did it ... I didn't want to (on day three and day four) - but I did it.  26.2 miles seems far to me now ... just one step at a time though ... it all begins with the first step ... even if you have to take that first step more than once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's another &lt;a href="http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2008/01/i-definitely-got-my-moneys-worth.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-4645853414454048061?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/hBufduQg9Js" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/hBufduQg9Js/i-wiid-but-i-didnt-want-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/05/i-wiid-but-i-didnt-want-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-1431498511453005983</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-10T11:36:49.218-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wii have expired ...</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         &lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;         I'm not even sure I can type this without laughing ...&lt;br /&gt;nope, I can't ...&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway - my 30 day Wii Personal Training Challenge ... has &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; expired.&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;?  You think?  Considering I started it at the end of December, 2009 and it is now May 10, 2010? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I'll state the obvious, what the heck ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's more than 30 days&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. I. know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I inserted the disc into the Wii this morning.  The Wii has been relocated, just one of the countless reasons (legitimate and otherwise) that I have abandoned the Wii fitness challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inserted the disc - reluctantly ... after procrastinating for over an hour (drinking coffee, perusing facebook, even talked to my mom on the phone) - just didn't want to do it.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DID NOT &lt;/span&gt;want to go down that road again - fearing failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me, "Lisa, you goof, you know you'll feel better - just do it for grins and a blog post (which you have also abandoned)."  Spending most of the day alone tends to increase the amount one talks to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I couldn't find the Wii remotes ... and then I couldn't find the stupid leg strap ... and then I forgot my water, and then (after another 15 minutes of running up and down the stairs) I finally managed to click "A" to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to reset my goals (unfortunately, there was no 180 day challenge to complete 20 workouts).  I had to fill in the daily journal (that was hilarious since yesterday was Mother's Day and I essentially "relaxed on the porch" the entire day - until I moved into the family room, where I relaxed on the sofa for the majority of the evening.  Only pausing to do some laundry - because well, a day without laundry is just well, I don't know ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?  The 30 day challenge.  I slammed through that 1st day ... nailed it ... ok, well, sort of -I selected low intensity (didn't want to raise the bar too high, you know).  I didn't even pause to re-watch the instruction videos.  I figured that my body would remember how to do squats.  I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm Wii-starting the challenge.  Let that be a lesson ... in what I don't know yet, but I'll think of something.  It's 20 workouts... seriously, I think I can do this in 30 days.  I managed to do 28 in 60 days ... surely, surely ... oh, and I've also decided to train for another marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming big in Legoland ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-1431498511453005983?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/2lBzNWPLCoI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/2lBzNWPLCoI/wii-have-expired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/05/wii-have-expired.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-1792830366604957476</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-22T15:14:09.571-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">legos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wii do care ...</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         It's not that I haven't &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to continue my quest for fitness using the Wii Personal Trainer program ... it's just that for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever &lt;/span&gt;reason (bronchitis, strep throat, sinus infection, and most recently bruised knee) I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;physically unable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post intimated that I was close to finishing the 30 day challenge (and it would have only taken me 58 days ...) but then I got strep throat ... ow, ow, ow, ow ... and the pain of not exercising for two weeks is NOTHING compared to adult strep throat ... then came the sinus infection ... and then just when I thought I had suffered enough (already) ... I fell on my knee, gracefully, I might add, but scraped the first dozen or so layers of tissue off of it, currently have a scab about 2 inches in diameter, complimented with a lovely purple bruise underneath.  I should post a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am currently looking at completing the 30 day challenge in 100 days ... maybe, possibly, if I can keep healthy ... maybe, possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is, that we've been playing with legos a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-1792830366604957476?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/dKoHpYkq-3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/dKoHpYkq-3Y/wii-do-care.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/03/wii-do-care.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-8912614654215606867</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T09:47:10.430-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wii-started ... again</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         Yes, I know - Wii were sick ... and then Wii got better ... and then Wii got sick again ... and all the while, our physical Wii ... began to send us subliminal messages ... like, our clothes shrunk - what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, February 10th, 2010 ... 02/10/2010 - I just kind of like the way the date looks numerically ... I started again -oh no wait, I started again on 2/9/10 - shoot.  OK, whatever.  So the point is I started again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe my husband started again, but he says he will ... one day.  So for now, it's not really Wii (we) any more, it's just Mii (me).  I created a "Mean" Mii and a "Nice" Mii ... but I'll save that for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great hesitation, I popped in the Wii Personal Trainer disc.  It didn't burst into flames as I feared.  Neither did the remote and nunchuk ... which felt so foreign in my hands.  It even saved my place.  Although, I did interpret of bit of a smirk when the "journal" popped up with over 2 weeks of "rest" days.  The little bubble read:&lt;br /&gt;               "Last Profile Used: Lisa (well, duh)&lt;br /&gt;                Last Setting: Easy (again, well duh)"&lt;br /&gt;And then it made a sarcastic laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the settings as they were and began (again).  It went more quickly than I anticipated and the burning sensation in my hamstrings  and quads from the double sets of jump squats, squat holds, and alternating lunges only lasted for a few hours - um, I mean minutes.  Apparently, when it saves your place, it "assumes" that you will be physically able to pick up from where you left off ... naturally.  Well, we all know what "assumes" does for you - or in this case, does for me (Mii).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have 4 more to go ... to complete the "challenge" which of course, I blew out of the water and not in a good way.  But that's OK ... IT'S JUST FINE ... I'll finish it - unless I get sick again in which case, I will finish it later ... BUT I WILL FINISH IT.  And then, I'll start again ... and maybe even again ... until I can complete the STUPID 20 WORKOUTS IN 30 DAYS ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lesson learned.  When I do the next 30 day challenge (oh, and I will), I will not take a 16 day hiatus in the middle. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-8912614654215606867?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/9m_4K8iORQ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/9m_4K8iORQ8/wii-started-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/02/wii-started-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-841094585516923330</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-30T10:17:21.801-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wii are sick ...</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         I was soooooo close to finishing the first phase of this Personal Trainer 30 Day Challenge ... and then the germs invaded ... first, both my son and I were able to win a few skirmishes ... and I foolishly thought we were in the lead - back to the grand castle of health ... but NOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fortunately escaped, whilst I managed to lose a few battles ... and then my husband came back from a business trip ... sick ... and the war was officially lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue though - I just need to be able to breathe again ... and once that happens, bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-841094585516923330?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/CChXh3KFLHg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/CChXh3KFLHg/wii-are-sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/wii-are-sick.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-4658885249717002756</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-22T16:40:47.945-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">training</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wiiiiiiiiiiii</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         I have completed 13 of the 20 workouts in the 30 day Wii Personal Challenge (using the Wii Personal Trainer "game") ...  and it hasn't even been 30 days yet.  I find this to be a win, already.  As a matter of fact, I think I may create a trophy for it and then quit while I'm ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that continually amuses me about the software is that the Personal Trainer, who I have named, Ramone, follows his comment of, "I can see you're having trouble with this exercise" with the comment, "Keep up the great work, you made this look easy."  Sending those types of mixed signals is akin to putting hot fudge and cookie dough on non fat ice cream topped with fresh whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, this frustrated the endorphins right out of me ... but now I find it amusing ... mainly because I can eject him any time I want.  It's very satisfying in a slightly sadistic kind of way.  Not that I actually do it ... but just knowing I have the power ... you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing much better at the coordination type exercises ... finally getting those rights and lefts at the "right" time - hard to believe I was a cheerleader ... &lt;a href="http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2007/12/i-really-hate-to-tell-you-this-but.html"&gt;easy to believe I get lost a lot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next goal is to do 7 more workouts before the end of the month of January.  I might have to double up ... technically by the 27th to make it a true 30 days.  I may have taken a few more Wii rests than I was supposed to ... but the other half of my team has deserted Mii.  My husband, whose Mii was with Mii for at least the first nine workouts ... has fallen off the wagon ... I think he's waiting to see how it goes for me before he continues ... maybe thinking of me as his beta test.  I may play with the scale and skew the results ... just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-4658885249717002756?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/9KyK8wPHo-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/9KyK8wPHo-4/wiiiiiiiiiiii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/wiiiiiiiiiiii.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-6360816246193992969</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-18T10:18:04.908-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Football</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>A Wii Rest</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         No, Wii didn't abandon the Wii Personal Trainer Challenge ... Wii just took a Wii rest ... and played Wii NFL for days and days and days ... in actuality, it's difficult for me to type because my fingers and thumbs are not accustomed to the keyboard - they long for the remote and nunchuk and I can barely move my left thumb ... it feels oddly displaced without the nunchuk button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii also watched NFL football, which is a difficult transition because Wii attempt to control the outcome of the game by using our Wii remotes and nunchuks, even if they are no longer in our hands ... ours wrists flick in an upward motion to snap / hike the ball, our arms extend outward to throw passes, and our thumbs are permanently positioned in a pushing motion to control the movement of our players ... as if ... alas, the Steelers are not in the hunt this season ... but they live on in Wii NFL ... and continue to dominate their opponents ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the sensation of wanting to control the "real" games with our phantom remotes would wear off after a while, but it hasn't ... yet ... and it is funny when Wii realize what it is that Wii are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii will continue the Wii Personal Challenge at some point ... today ... no really, Wii will ... but until then, Wii will be playing Wii NFL ... over and over and over and over and over ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-6360816246193992969?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/ybSpbOQyAjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/ybSpbOQyAjc/wii-rest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/wii-rest.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-8344220987348456487</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-13T14:28:12.355-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">training</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wii are on track ... well, sort of ...</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;In truth, I really don't know what Wii day it is ... Wii started on December 28th - and I  have completed my 11th workout on the Wii Personal Challenge - so it's somewhere around Wii Day 17 ... I missed blogging my "Wii Sweet Sixteen" day, but Wii can pretend if it means that much to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Wii last chatted, I completed Wii Workout 10 ... twice ... on my birthday.  Not sure what came over me, no doubt those darn endorphins kicked in again - but I woke up waxing philosophic on my birthday (Monday) and after about 30 minutes of reminiscing birthdays past ... thought, "Wii shall have none of that ... hmmmph."  (I wanted to remain forward thinking ... haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed the workout with high energy (all exercises, every single one of them ... even the ones I didn't like ... not that I've been skipping mind you, but the option is there and it's alluring).   I filled out my journal survey and added my "additional activity" and the phone rang, so I tried to exit the menu gracefully ... but after I had completed my conversation, I went back and saw "Jan 11 - New" on the screen.  Argh!  I didn't think it had captured my workout.  And I was not going to let that happen on my birthday, so I decided to run back through the exercises - just 18 of them ... and run I did.  I finished in 3 minutes less time, and burned 10 more calories than the first time and when I went to log my journal entry - I realized that it was already recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a bit of an overachiever, but it was definitely easier the second time.  (Clearly and adrenaline induced remark).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday marked my halfway point through the challenge (10 out of 20 workouts).  I took a rest day on Tuesday - I deserved it, it's my birthday ... at least so says my dearest friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout flew by - along with the virtual baseballs.  I might need to spend more time watching the "how to" video.  But I did complete it - just without grace or agility.  They're really quite overrated skills anyhow.  I'm looking forward to tomorrow's workout - or maybe that's Friday's day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-8344220987348456487?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/cX_hMKcM0Fw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/cX_hMKcM0Fw/wii-are-on-track-well-sort-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/wii-are-on-track-well-sort-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-5061430355682072356</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 21:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T17:15:45.446-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">training</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>A Wii slice of Heaven on Wii Day Eleven</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;It will be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cold, snowy day&lt;/span&gt; in Atlanta before I do this again ... oh wait, it is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cold, snowy day&lt;/span&gt; in Atlanta - G-E-O-R-G-I-A ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;brrrr&lt;/span&gt;.  We have a whole half inch ... maybe even three quarters of an inch and according to &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com"&gt;www.weather.com&lt;/a&gt;, it feels as though it's 17 degrees outside.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a Christmas miracle!!!&lt;/span&gt; ... in January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of the city was shut down, including schools, my husband and son were dispatched outside at 9 am ... whilst I remained inside, where it was warm.  I did enjoy the view - but grew weary of watching my son (and husband) hurl themselves at warp speed down the icy hill on the street.  Sure, there was no traffic, but when they brought out the ramp, I stopped glancing out the window and made hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10 am, most of the neighborhood kids (with their dads ... and a few moms), were in front of our house, performing various feats of icy bravado, taking out a few of our rose bushes when they accidentally crashed down the hill in our front yard, and, as my son said, "getting good air". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother called mid morning to make sure that I had sent out my son adequately clothed.  I told her that he was outside in a t-shirt and shorts but doing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon, the boys came in for a quick bite, then left again ... until after 4.  I think it will take a few days for them to get completely thawed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they left for the second round, I broke out the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/EA-Sports-Active-Nintendo-Wii/dp/B001MBUGLY"&gt;Wii Personal Trainer&lt;/a&gt; ... and completed Day 11 ... I say it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slice of heaven&lt;/span&gt; only because I only had to do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two sets&lt;/span&gt; of alternating lunges and there was no fighting with the Wii remote sensors.  As for tennis, I was a bit off again ... not sure what's going on there - I may have to practice (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yikes ... what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; I saying?)&lt;/span&gt;.  I hit the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;virtual ball and held on to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;remote and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; nunchuk, but I could not virtually hit the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; virtual target virtually at all.  It virtually sucked. (Huh, and I didn't think I was bitter today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder hurts, I will blame that.  There, I feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband hasn't completed his session yet today ... but he has been playing/sledding on ice/standing around in the cold drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows and eating butterscotch blondies all day ... I'm pretty sure that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-5061430355682072356?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/6kkzLFieUis" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/6kkzLFieUis/wii-slice-of-heaven-on-wii-day-eleven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/wii-slice-of-heaven-on-wii-day-eleven.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-1981704354766827643</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T16:47:26.833-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">training</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>All Zen on Wii Day Ten</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         Well, sort of ... I took a brisk 2 mile walk in 20 degree weather - for not very good reasons ... I had taken my car to the garage, thought I had arranged for a ride home - but well, I didn't ... and it was only 2 miles ... and at least I was dressed warmly.  Apparently the cold numbed my mind enough to not notice the numbness caused by the cold ... but seriously, it really wasn't that bad - I was dressed appropriately - oh wait, I already said that.  Huh, maybe it affected me more than I originally thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home, I commenced the Day Ten of the Wii 30 day Personal Challenge ... I think that Wii Volleyball is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's good exercise, but when you jump up to set the virtual ball, the "real" nunchuk cord slaps you in the face ... or, because you're trying to set the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; virtual ball and you're so engrossed in the virtual reality-ness of it all that you drop the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; nunchuk because you wouldn't be holding a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; nunchuk in your hand while playing volleyball, now would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;personal trainer brings you back to the reality of virtual reality and tells you that although your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; energy level is good, your&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stupid&lt;/span&gt; timing seems a bit off ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give him a bit "off" - I can shut him up any time I want ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eject &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.&lt;/span&gt; Trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, I'm digressing and still a tad bitter ... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day of rest ... and maybe that was a good thing ... it will help me get my Zen back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-1981704354766827643?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/q5Yk4IVzjUg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/q5Yk4IVzjUg/all-zen-on-wii-day-ten.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/all-zen-on-wii-day-ten.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-2896070989403298748</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-05T19:26:26.398-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">training</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Skip to Wii Day Nine - it's all Fine</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;We took a day of rest on Wii Day Eight - skipped it right out.  The day went something like this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely acknowledge the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;Hit the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;Work (OK - technically it was, "because your self employed, delay work as long as possible").&lt;br /&gt;Build Lego Castle (um, with son).&lt;br /&gt;Pause Castle Construction for son's play date.&lt;br /&gt;Resume Castle Building.&lt;br /&gt;Commence exercise in 7 year old logic/reasoning bed time.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Discuss with husband the idea of skipping Day Eight ...&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep on sofa while husband is talking.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up on Tuesday morning with a fresh outlook and renewed vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wii Day Nine was good.  OK, it wasn't good - but it's wasn't bad - so that's something.  There was no screaming at the Digital Personal Trainer for his ineptitude.  There were no fits with my Mii.  I completed the 15 exercises and then it was over.  And I felt fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, here's the quandary - since the Wii Personal Trainer graciously readjusted to accommodate our unsanctioned day of rest, we now are scheduled to exercise on my birthday next week ... and that just seems wrong.   Maybe more readjusting is in order ... we'll see how Day 10 goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-2896070989403298748?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/NH5R2m1-6PA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/NH5R2m1-6PA/skip-to-wii-day-nine-its-all-fine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/skip-to-wii-day-nine-its-all-fine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-2836642719472102243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-05T11:25:46.000-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">training</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>New Tricks on Wii Day Six or No Slice of Heaven on Day Seven</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;OK - so Wii Day Six was a rest day, but we didn't rest ... it took us 10 hours to drive 256 miles ... long story ... long drive ... and long day (talk about a "New Trick" ... who knew it could take that long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's over ... fast forward to Wii Day Seven - no slice of heaven.  We barely woke up before noon and delayed reconnecting the Wii ... until my husband grew weary of me asking when we were going to "do Day Seven".  I seriously think he thought he was getting a "bye" ... he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime close to 10 PM - after I "made" him watch Iron Chef (I just had to find out if Emeril and Mario pulled it off) - we commenced Day Seven of the Wii Personal Trainer Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug eeked out another Silver Medal for his efforts and a new Trophy (this "game" is all about incentives) ... and then it was my turn.  I began my daily exercise at approximately 10:48 PM ... there was a bit of transition time and delay due to our son waking up and not wanting to go back to sleep.  Also, there was admittedly a brief consideration that I might just see how irritated I could make the husband unit if I quietly excused myself and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven wasn't "bad" with the slight exception of the "bleeping" sensors on the remote and nun-chuk that mysteriously refused to work when I did my right leg lunges ... and only the right leg lunges, causing me to yell at the trainer (because it was clearly his digital ineptness that was at fault).  Doug, sat amused, watching from the soft overstuffed leather chair, wondering what possibly could happen next.  After the 20th right leg lunge (I was only supposed to do 6 in that set) - I disengaged myself from the remote, and thrust it towards Doug saying, "You do it, it worked for you".  (I am not at my best when frustrated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important component in understanding my frame of mind at this point is considering that it was only the second exercise I had started - so about 2 minutes into the workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug said, "Just reboot."&lt;br /&gt;I deserved that ... which is when he reminded me that, "You've only done 1 exercise so far, anyway."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rebooted, but still had issues with the lunge (right leg only) ... so imagine a very tired, irritable, Mii - waving the remote and nunchuk wildly at the screen, screaming, "I did the rep, I did it, I did it, I did it, stop saying I didn't!"  While the charming personal trainer, calmly retorts, "I see that you are having problems with this, please try it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you imagine that I said in response is most likely accurate, I wasn't holding anything back at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, Doug graciously removed himself from the soft comfy chair, took over the remote and nunchuk, did the right leg lunge for me (which made the stupid "bleeping" sensors happy) and promptly handed me back the controllers so that I could continue on.  Apparently, my theatrics and other antics were providing significant amusement value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, there were only 3 sets of lunges - and they were followed by cardio boxing, which was surprisingly appropriate ... as I was able to envision the Personal Trainer's head on each target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercising at 11 PM is not really my thing, but at least it got done.  Unfortunately, I'm thinking it's going to be a late Day Eight - but maybe we can shoot for a before 10 PM completion instead of start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-2836642719472102243?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/eof4NpFkA_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/eof4NpFkA_o/new-tricks-on-wii-day-six-or-no-slice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/new-tricks-on-wii-day-six-or-no-slice.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-7003657797892555255</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T18:24:11.483-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Still Alive on Wii Day Five</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         Day Five of the Wii Personal Trainer Challenge gave us a jump start into the New Year ... and I mean Jump (note: Capital J). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were Jumping Lunges (which are wrong at so many levels) ... and Jumping Squats (which should be outlawed) and Inline Skate Jumps (which defy description).  Combined with the non-jumping versions of squats and lunges, just made for one heck of a leap into the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a pedicure (yawn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no Celebratory Cinnamon Rolls, or quick 5K add-on's to the workout, just some Wii Football ... coupled with watching a few of the real games on TV ... and a nap.  So far, 2010 is looking like a stellar year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;Day 6 is a Rest Day ... Wii have a two day on/one day off cycle ... for which both of us remain truly grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-7003657797892555255?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/VRZYgA5f-yY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/VRZYgA5f-yY/still-alive-on-wii-day-five.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2010/01/still-alive-on-wii-day-five.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-1581972276093158080</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-31T13:06:22.029-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>A Wii bit more on Day Four</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         Fresh from our&lt;a href="http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/12/wii-day-three.html"&gt; day of rest on Day 3&lt;/a&gt;, Wii continued with Day 4 of the Wii Personal Trainer Challenge ... I kicked back with a freshly brewed cup of coffee, wiping the sleep from my eyes and watched my husband go through the routines first.  Quality entertainment and motivation right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 seems abbreviated from &lt;a href="http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/12/wii-three-kings-oforient-are.html"&gt;Day 2 &lt;/a&gt;and includes Cardio Dancing ... seriously not making this up.  As I mentioned, quality entertainment right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug managed a silver medal for the day and then it was my turn to run through the 18 "simple" exercises.  Unfortunately, my hand/eye coordination is a bit - well, let's just say off ... so when the words blink/roll on the screen (Left/Right/Up/Down) ... my movements do not necessarily coordinate - I think I got 30 out of 40 ... I gave it my best shot.  I'm truly hoping there are no videos of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis did not show me any love today and my jumps during inline skating were feeble at best (only 6 of the 9 tricks were achieved), but I ended with dancing and laughing so hard, my sides hurt.  My personal trainer told me "I'm worried that you didn't give it your "all" during the jumps".  I laughed even more and told him "Oh yeah? Well, I burned more calories than my target and I had fun while doing it ... nah, nah, nah."  Ahhh, the missing endorphins from &lt;a href="http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/12/wii-day-three.html"&gt;Day 3&lt;/a&gt; are now back ... bwahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug worries about me talking to the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're kicking out the old year and Cardio Dancing in the new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-1581972276093158080?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/FTGOz3uM7qo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/FTGOz3uM7qo/wii-bit-more-on-day-four.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/12/wii-bit-more-on-day-four.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-411407595764113701</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T20:11:48.389-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wii Day Three</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         Today was a rest day ... yes, Day 3 is a rest day, I am not making that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii took the Day 3 survey - and both received bronze medals ... they threw us a bone ... neither of us ate the appropriate number of vegetables ... although Wii did each have a glass of V8 fusion(that's two right there) and a salad which made 3 - not so bad, is it?  Wii may have had 4 but seriously can't remember if it was yesterday or today that Wii had the fruit with our breakfast.  So we're taking the bronze and are exceedingly happy.  Happy.  Exceedingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I was not sore this morning.  I actually felt pretty good until about 5pm - when I just became irritated for no apparent reason.  No doubt, it was a lack of endorphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Day 4 ... hooo-rah - I need the endorphins back to help kick out/I mean, kick off the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-411407595764113701?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/D1WaX_gAIRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/D1WaX_gAIRE/wii-day-three.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/12/wii-day-three.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-8910676839512369781</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T20:45:32.294-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal Trainer Challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Running</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wii</category><title>Wii Three Kings of Orient Are ...</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         Wii traveled afar ... well, about 250 miles to the beach ... but who's counting ... and we brought the Wii ... it has officially consumed us - we are now Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought that I might try to journal the 30 day challenge with the stupid Wii - Personal Trainer ... I hate him so far.  OK, hate might be a bit strong coming off the Christmas holidays - I don't like him ... very much ... at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 was yesterday, December 28th ... I made my husband do it with me ... or Mii ("made" might be a bit unrealistic as well, "guilted" might be more appropriate).  We (Wii) created our Mii's ... loved the fact we could tailor the body shape ... that was greeeeaaaattttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least been running for the last two years, but husband hasn't exercised on a regular basis since we did a triathlon ... in the year 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a Wii Christmas (Wii Lego Star Wars, Wii Lego Indiana Jones, Wii Sports Resorts and Wii Personal Trainer) ... Wii created Mii's ... and Wii began the Wii personal challenge.  Wii like Wii archery, Wii sword fighting, and Wii canoeing ... but back to the Wii Personal Trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are simple exercises Wii said to each other ... squats, running in place, bicep curls, lunges ... simple, Wii said ... laughed even ... as Wii strapped the Nun-chuks to our thighs ... and played with the resistance band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1's challenge completion was celebrated with Pillsbury &lt;a href="http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2008/09/guilt-sugar-and-caffeine.html"&gt;cinnamon rolls &lt;/a&gt;only this time, I didn't bake the lid to the icing on the pan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 1, I also ran a quick 5K ... ok, maybe not so "quick" but I did it ... and Doug did a session on the elliptical ... plus played in the pool and some football on the beach ... so the left over Christmas cookies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner desserts were completely justified ... completely, yes, yes, they were ... that's our story and Wii are sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - &lt;/b:includable&gt;As I inventoried each aching muscle&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;, I briefly considered paying my 7 year old son to do my personal training Wii session for me.  He was still asleep and I felt a twinge of guilt for waking him, so I persevered and watched my husband tackle the Personal Trainer first.  I read a book, said "Great Job" on occasion and sipped my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my husband, gleaming with perspiration, tore off the thigh strap and threw, I mean, tossed it to me on the sofa,  I gritted my teeth and did my Day 2 work out.  I didn't like it, it made my quads hurt.  Husband took a brief nap on the sofa in support of my efforts.  I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no celebration cinnamon roll after Day 2's completion ... and my husband said to me, "I don't think it's working, I still look the same."  I replied, "I agree, let's quit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he took a second long nap - I'm taking it as an omen of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 is a day of rest ... I can hardly wait for Day 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think that one could not feel anger or frustration towards a computer game ... but apparently, one (namely me) would be wrong ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would also think that running would allow one to keep a relatively good fitness level ... but one (namely me) would be wrong ... there are muscles that the Wii Personal Trainer uses that I swear should never be used ever ... but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hat's off to you, EA Personal Trainer for the Wii ... Wii are taking your stupid 30 day challenge ... so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There were no Legos harmed in the writing of this post (mainly because my son moved them out of my reach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-8910676839512369781?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/2tHDCsn-Sjk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/2tHDCsn-Sjk/wii-three-kings-oforient-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/12/wii-three-kings-oforient-are.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-7171895898564500795</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 12:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T20:12:04.595-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">miscellaneous</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">legos</category><title>One of those days</title><description>&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up and you just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it's going to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; day?  The sky is blue, the sun is shining, there's a lovely cool breeze, perfect, just perfect ... so you thank God for your many blessings, leap out of bed and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stub your toe&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still you maintain that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;glow&lt;/span&gt; and know it's going to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; day, so you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;chuckle&lt;/span&gt; to yourself and bound down the stairs to get your coffee ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and miss the last step in your haste ... but it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all good&lt;/span&gt; ... because the dishes are done, the counter is clear and you realize that although you forgot to program the coffee maker last night, it will take less than 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still smiling, you wait for the coffee, and decide to check your business email on your Blackberry - because it's conveniently located on the clean counter, only to find that some of your clients sent business related emails after 7pm the evening before - when the majority of the work force is already half way through happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-way through the first email, you hear the beep signaling coffee which slightly diffuses the minuscule amount of angst over immediately delving into work mode.  And you make a mental note not to check email &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; coffee ... ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you realize that you have to take your son to school and he's not up yet ... so you bound back up the stairs, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;joyfully&lt;/span&gt; proclaim it "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a good morning&lt;/span&gt;" while your sleepy son snuggles warmly under the covers and refuses to move.  Remembering the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; you experienced when you woke up, you try to make the waking routine pleasant for him, by giving him a kiss and saying in a soft voice,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "It's time to get up little dude"&lt;/span&gt; ... but when he doesn't budge, you resort to pulling back the covers and bribery.  Fast forward through 15 minutes of coercion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;still smiling&lt;/span&gt; and holding on to that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;brightness &lt;/span&gt;you claimed upon first waking, you throw a pop tart in the toaster, grab the kid, the backpack, and a cup of milk - catch the pop tart when the toaster ejects, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt; to the school in your car ... forgetting your wallet with driver's license and praying that the 1 mile round trip won't include any flashing blue lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the house, you remember that you didn't finish your coffee in the haste to get your son off to school, so you settle down to that first cup, which is now nicely cold ... but you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thankful still&lt;/span&gt; and decide to put the cup in the microwave ... and you open up the laptop to finish the email that you started an hour ago ... and find that you now have several new emails that need responses ... so you go back to get your coffee from the microwave but decide that you should at least put one load of laundry in prior to settling in to work mode.  So you go upstairs, sort the clothes, carefully go back down the stairs (in deference to the toe you stubbed earlier and the not-so-graceful landing on the way into the kitchen to get coffee) and put a load into the washing machine, making a mental note that you need to buy more detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give silent thanks for the sunshine streaming through the windows, which you notice in this light look horrid and need to be washed, so you grab some cleaning supplies and begin the task, only to realize that the outsides need to be done too ... and since these are really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;old windows&lt;/span&gt; that don't exactly open, you have to clean them from the outside ... with a ladder ... so you abandon that project and return to your laptop ... finding more emails waiting for responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happily&lt;/span&gt; you reheat the coffee (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;), grind through the emails, phone calls, and begin to compose one of the summaries you are supposed to write, and realize that you have 40 minutes to get to a meeting ... so you pause, race upstairs again for a quick shower and while you're getting dressed get mascara on your dress.  Luckily (because it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect day&lt;/span&gt;), you have the Oxy-Clean handy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because you were doing laundry&lt;/span&gt;, and you are able to get the giant dime sized smear of mascara off of the left side of your chest and are left with a giant wet spot which you proceed to blow dry  with the hair dryer that you left out because you're running late ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughing&lt;/span&gt; at the absurdity of the morning, you grab your purse, portfolio, and business cards, glancing at the clock on your way out.  As luck would have it, you have 10 minutes to get to the meeting which is 15 minutes away in good metro traffic ... so you grab your (second cup of) coffee ... which is now cold &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; ... so you pop it into the microwave for 30 seconds and go.   Now that you only have 9 minutes to get to your meeting, you relax a bit as you will every light to be green ... and they are, because it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;good day&lt;/span&gt; ... and you think about your impending meeting ... and sip your coffee ... and then get to an intersection with a red light and have to stop suddenly so you spill some coffee on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACT SAME SPOT&lt;/span&gt; as the mascara ... and you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;that you have a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Positive energy surrounds&lt;/span&gt; as you get to your meeting place, and the person you are meeting is on the phone, so it doesn't appear that he's annoyed because you're 6 minutes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; ... and you wait ... and you wait ... and then the minute he's off the phone, you both get engaged in a conversation with another person who is waiting for someone, so you don't start your own meeting for 30 minutes ... but you've made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delightful new connection&lt;/span&gt;.   Business is conducted and concluded and 3 hours later, you are on your way back home returning phone calls you've missed while in your meetings and looking forward to hopefully catching up on the emails that continue to pile up (according to the all knowing Blackberry). You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;remain thankful&lt;/span&gt; that you even have any business in the first place and that you have a Blackberry.  So you delve into the phone messages and emails and begin to write that summary again, when you glance at the clock and realize that you have to pick your son up from school in 5 minutes ... so you dash out of the house again to retrieve your child, who needs to work on a poster project the minute he walks in the door. First graders have a lot of homework these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You engage your child in his project, put the clothes in the dryer that were washed 8 hours ago, and decide to put another load in, when your son asks for some help, which you give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cheerfully&lt;/span&gt;, because he's only going to be this age once and you're so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;to have him.  Halfway through your participation efforts with his project, you answer a phone call from your husband who is out of town for the day on business.  He asks if you have packaged the 20 boxes of "thank you candy" that you are sending to business clients ... to which you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cheerfully reply&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, not quite, but I have enough tape and will try to finish that up as soon as I complete the address list, the summary that I should have sent out this morning, and return a few more calls, make dinner for our son, do the laundry, and help with the school project and homework.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Revived with fresh zeal,&lt;/span&gt; you help your son with the project, make dinner and put together 20 boxes when you run out of tape ... that you assured your husband you had enough of ... only an hour ago when he was standing in an office store and asked you if you needed more tape.  Knowing that he was traveling, you call, laugh, and tell him about the tape faux pas ... understanding that he has been on the road since 6:30am and not expected to return until 8:30pm, is tired and travel weary ... and still has 2 hours to travel.   Which is about the time that your mother calls to see if you've done that favor for her that she asked you to do over a week ago ... which of course, you haven't, and your connection keeps dropping, so you have to keep calling her back, which takes even more time ... and you start to feel your energy level dropping&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ever so slightly&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for your son to get a shower, and get ready for bed, and you remember that he still has to do his reading homework.  So you help him with the homework, get him into to bed, offer prayers of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, and head back down stairs to try to finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something (anything) &lt;/span&gt;that you started 14 hours ago.  When your husband phones in to tell you that he stopped at an office store close to home  but it had closed 1 minute before he got there, you say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That's fine&lt;/span&gt;" smiling through your frustration which he hears in your voice and asks if you're ok ... which of course, you reply ... "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sure, all good&lt;/span&gt; ...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he arrives home, you're sipping a glass of wine and you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; imagine him wondering&lt;/span&gt; what you've done all day ... because he sees the piles of partially packaged boxes, the laundry on the floor, the mess on the kitchen table, and the stacks of paper by your laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of those days?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever?&lt;/span&gt;  Me neither ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not just one ... anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your legos get scattered all over the place ... and they might even stub a toe, but they do fit together ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-7171895898564500795?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/FoNC5yeyjy8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/FoNC5yeyjy8/have-you-ever-had-one-of-those-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/10/have-you-ever-had-one-of-those-days.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-475300253542186404</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T10:26:19.293-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Running</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">legos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heads or Tails</category><title>If you build it, they will come ...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SstSIJt8lII/AAAAAAAAAOY/uJeu0vn83W4/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SstSIJt8lII/AAAAAAAAAOY/uJeu0vn83W4/s400/Photo+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389491679079994498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         Well, aren't I a big FAT liar?  Sure, I lull you into believing I will post more, but then what happened?  It's just not fair ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legos are just plain stuck.  Stuck, stuck, stuck...  I've tried pulling them apart, prying them apart (and frankly, I really shouldn't be holding sharp implements of pending doom).  I've tried stomping on them (the legos, not the sharp implements), throwing them against hard objects (husband and son excluded), and they just WON'T BUDGE (um, the legos, not my husband or son) I tell you, THEY WON'T DO IT ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when you have legos that are stuck together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 3 options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You throw them away and start over.  I know it's hard to let go of these things some times, but you just have to do it, I say ... LET IT GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You can redesign ... sure, it would have been nice to go with your original plan ... but some times you have to throw caution to the wind and just think "OUT OF THE LEGO BOX" ... try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You can do nothing ... just keep stomping on those legos ... stomp, stomp, stomp ... wave your arms wildly in the air and get out those frustrations ... then try options 1 or 2 ... choosing option 3 will only make things worse in the long run (and believe me, I KNOW long runs ... I'm preparing for another half marathon in 8 weeks ... then maybe possibly another "we'll see how it goes - sure I'll consider it" marathon in 2010 ... whoo hoo!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really like a box of Legos ... and sometimes they do get stuck together, but you do have options ... if you build it, they will come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is participating in the fabulous Tuesday meme - Heads or Tails ... &lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuesday-october-6-sign-in.html"&gt;play here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Heads Or Tails" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg41/skittles0366/HoT-coffee.jpg" border="0" height="125" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-475300253542186404?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/38zzogxtCb0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/38zzogxtCb0/if-you-build-it-they-will-come.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SstSIJt8lII/AAAAAAAAAOY/uJeu0vn83W4/s72-c/Photo+23.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/10/if-you-build-it-they-will-come.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-5396747765093991187</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T10:07:10.740-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wordless</category><title>WW - FALL!!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SsS3fAVN4iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O7OiSQ1sYl0/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SsS3fAVN4iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O7OiSQ1sYl0/s400/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387632797534773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humor-blogs.com/BlogProfile.aspx?SiteID=2675"&gt;Rate this at Humor Blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-5396747765093991187?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/WNS827w5mjo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/WNS827w5mjo/ww-fall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SsS3fAVN4iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O7OiSQ1sYl0/s72-c/Photo+22.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/10/ww-fall.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-1882529860792509154</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T15:34:56.784-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">outdoors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wordless</category><title>WW - Boundaries</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SoxTpqLRViI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zxr-hAW3-30/s1600-h/Boundaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SoxTpqLRViI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zxr-hAW3-30/s400/Boundaries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371760430707463714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humor-blogs.com/BlogProfile.aspx?SiteID=2675"&gt;Rate this at Humor Blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-1882529860792509154?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/cpkA2RA5z5Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/cpkA2RA5z5Y/ww-boundaries.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SoxTpqLRViI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zxr-hAW3-30/s72-c/Boundaries.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/08/ww-boundaries.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-8467562993639413013</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T19:53:19.079-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ticks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Running</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">legos</category><title>I feel a little t'ick in the head</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SoRRV6E0tnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EDS-8mVoggc/s1600-h/DSC07317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SoRRV6E0tnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EDS-8mVoggc/s400/DSC07317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369506092541064818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SoRLs6een4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/mnPKcbVVub4/s1600-h/Adult_deer_tick%28cropped%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SoRLs6een4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/mnPKcbVVub4/s400/Adult_deer_tick%28cropped%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369499890715893634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I've been conspicuously AWOL in blog world ... or at least conspicuous to those faithful few (or faithful two) that noticed my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fear not ... all is well (more or less) - I've just been dealing with a minor facebook/mafia wars obsession, being a mom of a 6 year old (almost 7), and self-employment/trying to keep our business afloat - but I now have plenty of blog fodder ... I'll try to keep you current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I've been trying (unsuccessfully) to cram 8 hours of work into 2 hours.  I hear tell that Einstein had a formula for that ... he was a smart man, after all.  What with all my "free time" since school started back, my day begins roughly (and I do mean begins "rough-ly") at 6:30am.  I drag my bleary reluctant self out of bed to find coffee and attempt to get my son ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7:15am, he has been deposited safely on the bus leaving me to struggle against the predominant urge to go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;This morning, after about 90 minutes, I gave up trying to cram all of my business tasks into my morning work focus time, and opted for a run.  As it rained yesterday, the weather outside was close to pleasant (as close to pleasant as you can get in August in Georgia).  After arriving to my favorite running spot at the river, I reached behind my ear to straighten my pony tail and felt a bump in my head ... after picking at it, I looked at it (naturally) - thinking it was a scab ... and discovered a tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A   &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tick"&gt;T - I - C - K!&lt;/a&gt;!!!!  Screaming aloud, I pinched it between my fingers and threw it away - jumping up all the while and scratching.  Immediately, I called my husband and asked, "Am I going to die with lyme disease now or later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am several decades old (still a bit in denial over EXACTLY how many decades ... but suffice it to say, several) and have NEVER pulled a tick out of my hair.  EW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest husband assured me I would be fine ... but how could he know for certain?  By the time I finished my run in the wooded trail by the river (doh), I was seeing TICKS everywhere ... feeling them crawl through my skin, leap by the thousands from the trees, hearing them approach me from behind (TICK TOCK TICK TOCK .... seriously, how else would they sound?) ... it was awful, just awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself in my mind's eye returning home only to open the garage door and be attacked by a large 10 foot tall TICK ... trying to defend myself with my ipod ... horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined getting into the shower and ticks crawling up from the drain ... having them jumping/flying out of closets, cabinets, drawers ... oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be able to play TIC(K) tac toe again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did the worse thing imaginable ... I googled ticks.  Thank you wikipedia for the tick picture ... priceless I say ... I went to &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/news/20070614/its-tick-time-prevent-lyme-disease"&gt;WebMD&lt;/a&gt; and found this little tid bit of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Avoid areas with lots of ticks. Ticks like wooded, bushy areas with high grass and lots of leaf litter.&lt;/blockquote&gt;NOT BLOODY LIKELY ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wooded picture above is our back yard ... we are apparently tick heaven.  I should be thankful in all of the years we've lived here, this is the first tick I've found on my person (or anyone's person) ... but still ... ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just go sit on my deck under the trees in the wooded bushy area with lots of leaf litter and drink my coffee ... no doubt caffeine will clear my tick anxieties right out ... or maybe will cause a tic(k) ... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does this tie in to Life is Like a Box of Legos?  Oh, that's an easy one, "Sometimes you get ticked (off)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humor-blogs.com/BlogProfile.aspx?SiteID=2675"&gt;Rate this at Humor Blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-8467562993639413013?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/4OZyC8rBIRM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/4OZyC8rBIRM/i-feel-little-tick-in-head.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/SoRRV6E0tnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EDS-8mVoggc/s72-c/DSC07317.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/08/i-feel-little-tick-in-head.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-8873540939613802666</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T18:40:32.606-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">legos</category><title>The back story ...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/Slu3ee6SaCI/AAAAAAAAANw/NuoJ1W2I4g0/s1600-h/SandTurtleHHI0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/Slu3ee6SaCI/AAAAAAAAANw/NuoJ1W2I4g0/s400/SandTurtleHHI0509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358077916008835106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/Slu3dwdVMzI/AAAAAAAAANo/xwVNPtPSiXc/s1600-h/SandFoodChainHHI0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/Slu3dwdVMzI/AAAAAAAAANo/xwVNPtPSiXc/s400/SandFoodChainHHI0509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358077903539352370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;         I know this is a bit late, but here's the story on the &lt;a href="http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/07/ww-landshark-or-more-specifically.html"&gt;Sand Shark&lt;/a&gt;.  A few weeks ago, my six year old son (who now when I say, "he's six", corrects me by saying, "Six AND A HALF" ...and I were at the beach late in the afternoon after most people had already gone.  We were going to make "something" although at the time, we didn't know what that "something" was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few yards from where we started digging, we noticed a man intent on completing a large sculpture ... it was a whale roughly 6 feet long and about 4 feet wide.   So I suggested that we make a turtle (primarily because I can actually manage to make a turtle out of sand that roughly looks like a turtle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son had other ideas.  He suggested a shark ... RIIIIGGGHHHHTTTTT.  So while discussing the merits of turtle vs. shark ... the man creating the whale says, "Hey, I can get you started on the shark if you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greeeeaaaattttt, thanks ..." - ---&gt;  although by that time, my son was already helping to draw the outline.  So the nice man outlined us a shark and helped dig out the trench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 2 hours later, when the whale was finally completed (it's creator long gone), the shark had teeth and a dorsal fin, and a cute little turtle was added to the food chain representation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I did not have my camera - although, I did have my phone and tried repeatedly to call my husband to ask him to bring the camera - but he didn't receive the calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ran back to the condo (about a 15 minute round trip) - leaving most of our stuff on the beach by the sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the beach alone to retrieve the remaining buckets, shovels, etc. and take the pictures while my husband got our son ready for dinner.  When I got to the edge of the dunes, I noticed some young boys kicking up some sand ... in a split second and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realized that they were destroying our sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled, "HEY!!!!!" about 15 yards out - but to no avail ... so by the time I got close enough, the blood vessels had popped out, my face was colored purple with rage, and my hair frizzed with humidity and standing straight out.    The boys (there were two of them) finally stopped long enough to stare at the scary looking woman who was shouting at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in my peripheral vision, I noticed a man sitting close by taking pictures of them while they destroyed the sculptures and a woman walking towards the sand from the water.  When she got within speaking distance, she said, "Come on boys, let the lady take her little picture".  At this point, I was already trying to repair the damage to the shark (the whale had been almost completely obliterated) but they hadn't gotten to the turtle yet (as I said, it had only been 15 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up (my voice a bit muted with anger) and said, "Do you realize how long it took someone to make these?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "You clearly don't have boys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "As a matter of fact I do, but yours clearly don't have manners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit stage left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fumed back to the house, annoyed that I didn't have my stupid camera in the first place, annoyed that my husband didn't answer his phone (or hear it), annoyed that I was hot, sweaty, and sandy and didn't have anything to show for it, annoyed that the man taking pictures of the destruction didn't say anything, and annoyed that I was annoyed over something that was beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I get it was a public (or semi public) beach and yes, I understand that a sand sculpture is temporary, and yes, I get that kids don't necessarily have the appreciation or understanding of the time/effort it takes to build a large sand "object", and yes, I get that some people just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER - out of curiosity, I ask, if you're walking on the beach, and you see a sand sculpture - do you destroy it?  And if so, why?  I'd like to know.  Having a bad day?  Or better yet, as a parent or guardian of young impressionable children, do you condone purposefully destructive behavior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, we've been on the beach, built a sand castle / fortress that took over an hour to make, and played "construction" with my son to  bulldoze little pieces of it away.  So if you build it, you can take it down.  But when someone else builds it, is it a socially acceptable behavior to destroy it without their invitation to do so?  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see both sides of this, but it still seems a bit like vandalism of public property to me.  I guess that's why they call it freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;I've posted more pictures - some from the phone so a little blurry and one with half the whale gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b:includable id="post" var="post"&gt;How does this relate to Life being like a box of Legos?  Well, I'd have to say that sometimes your legos get trampled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humor-blogs.com/BlogProfile.aspx?SiteID=2675"&gt;Rate this at Humor Blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display: block; text-align: right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b:includable&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/kruegercelli"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/kruegercelli.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916109210087705153-8873540939613802666?l=www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~4/Q0_zvYx2Cjw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeIsLikeABoxOfLegos/~3/Q0_zvYx2Cjw/back-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLzYDpFQCfE/Slu3ee6SaCI/AAAAAAAAANw/NuoJ1W2I4g0/s72-c/SandTurtleHHI0509.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.com/2009/07/back-story.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

