Its 7:30 am and Friday morning. As I slowly wake I can hear, through my open window the slight swishing of palm trees, birds chirping, and the hum of lawn mowers. Everything else is silent.
Together the ingredients of sounds will always be a melody that signifies good vibes, summer air, and the weekend. Growing up I always mowed the lawn on the weekend mornings. I suppose, forever I will believe that hums from the lawn mowers = the weekend.
Other shenanigans.
I made two epicly failed dinners this week, but yay for teenage boys whose appetites are like garbage disposals. So there was no guilt or shame of wasting food on my part.
Havent been running alot this week, as this week is a low milage/ back off week. Which has been a nice break for my mother/myself of trying to keep food in stock. Because on 50 mile weeks I eat for two.
Still havent heard anything about the job and have used all my resources of emailing, vmailing, calling, and bugging people. sigggghhh.
Mike (my guitar teacher) is teaching me Fire and Rain by James Taylor this week.
Landon, Brent, and I snuggled on the new couch with blankys and in our boxers, me( booty shorts) while watching The Truhman Show ( I almost cried, and Landon secretly got emotional)....
Wait wait wait....... in your underwear together?? What kind of family values are your promoting Jenn???
People might think this is weird, but after 6 oclock if you come to the Bishoffs house, youre probably going to see someone in their underwear. Mind you no ones roaming in thongs or "satins painties" and my defense to the nay sayers out there is this: underwear is the exact same as wearing a swim suit and no one gets weirded out by that! So bam shocka locka lamb... free your mind a little of these ludicrous social construction we have. Because one day Id like to live in a society where in hotter climates of the world, underwear or swimsuits are totally normal daily attire.
Over and out roger
Friday, March 28, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Your alive...Im alive. We are alive. Heres what ive been doing while youve been doing too.
Lets see here. update.....
Still running (55 mi this week)
Still reading (Hide Tide in Tuscon by Barbra Kingsolver and Beatrice and Virgil by Yann Martel)
Still Alive ( Eating lots of gratefruits and Ceviche)
Running
Sunday I did a whooping 17 miles of Radio Hill. It was quite the experience. After Mile 10, I had to suffice with walking down each time. Which seems to be my achilles heel. Contrary to popular belief downhill miles are much more challenging than uphill. Anywho Im working on this, because if you want to keep up with the big boys you gotta train with the law of physics and what Alicia Keys so cleverly said...which is.... "what goes up must come down". Sundays are usually my radio hill days so after im done writing this I shall go venture out to the solitude of the desert in hopes of feeling of oneness and peace.
But where are you going with all this running Jenn? Hmmm good question... Ill let you know as soon as I know. But here is what I do know this far... it keeps me mildly sane and teaches me some sort of "inner wisdom"... so in that sense is akin to what ambrosia was for the greek gods.
Barbra Kingsolver is the woman!!!! Im not sure why I havent heard more rave about her writing but holy moley the woman speaks to my heart. You know when you keep your expectations low about an event and then the event is like amazing? Thats the experience I had while reading High Tide in Tuscon. I rented to the book, but will surly be buying it as it is a piece of writing I greatly respect and thus feel that paying a small fee towards Barbsy is the least I can do in saying thank you for having the courage to say the things so many of us dont have the guts to.
Staying Alive
Ill share a small amt of what else is been going on but only because it has tested my patience on a whole new level. Im currently playing the waiting game for a job. And waiting is hard for us human beings.....This is a job where there are multi hoops to jump through and you wonder if they are secretly just testing patience levels. So here I sit crossing fingers, toes, eyes, lower intestines and pray to the job gods to let the odds be ever in my favor.
Other news....
Ceviche, Gazpacho and Blackbean brownies are rocking my taste buds right now.
Also I cant wait for summer because Im having intense cravings for watermelon.
Still running (55 mi this week)
Still reading (Hide Tide in Tuscon by Barbra Kingsolver and Beatrice and Virgil by Yann Martel)
Still Alive ( Eating lots of gratefruits and Ceviche)
Running
Sunday I did a whooping 17 miles of Radio Hill. It was quite the experience. After Mile 10, I had to suffice with walking down each time. Which seems to be my achilles heel. Contrary to popular belief downhill miles are much more challenging than uphill. Anywho Im working on this, because if you want to keep up with the big boys you gotta train with the law of physics and what Alicia Keys so cleverly said...which is.... "what goes up must come down". Sundays are usually my radio hill days so after im done writing this I shall go venture out to the solitude of the desert in hopes of feeling of oneness and peace.
But where are you going with all this running Jenn? Hmmm good question... Ill let you know as soon as I know. But here is what I do know this far... it keeps me mildly sane and teaches me some sort of "inner wisdom"... so in that sense is akin to what ambrosia was for the greek gods.
Barbra Kingsolver is the woman!!!! Im not sure why I havent heard more rave about her writing but holy moley the woman speaks to my heart. You know when you keep your expectations low about an event and then the event is like amazing? Thats the experience I had while reading High Tide in Tuscon. I rented to the book, but will surly be buying it as it is a piece of writing I greatly respect and thus feel that paying a small fee towards Barbsy is the least I can do in saying thank you for having the courage to say the things so many of us dont have the guts to.
Staying Alive
Ill share a small amt of what else is been going on but only because it has tested my patience on a whole new level. Im currently playing the waiting game for a job. And waiting is hard for us human beings.....This is a job where there are multi hoops to jump through and you wonder if they are secretly just testing patience levels. So here I sit crossing fingers, toes, eyes, lower intestines and pray to the job gods to let the odds be ever in my favor.
Other news....
Ceviche, Gazpacho and Blackbean brownies are rocking my taste buds right now.
Also I cant wait for summer because Im having intense cravings for watermelon.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Pink Moon
When all was quiet on the western frontier in the life of jenn, life gave me my running legs back.
In short, I have experienced some very intimate runs the past two weeks...Runs, which have left me with a new understanding of what it means to be deeply connected with the earth. Pretty amazing stuff, and my lexacon nor the english language contain the words in describing these moments, but i know that they will remain some of the most intimate moments of my life. To run under a full moon and milky night sky with a soft spring breeze pushing the scent of orange blossoms down the trail... you cant help but crave for more.
On a more surface level on my running endeavors... I lost a toe nail and I dont think its coming back....sighhhh. I also jacked up my milage to 50 mi the last two weeks. Meaning ive got 100 miles under my belt in the span of two weeks. Which I believe is a new personal best.
And when everything seemed scary and chaotic running gave me a reason to be.
In short, I have experienced some very intimate runs the past two weeks...Runs, which have left me with a new understanding of what it means to be deeply connected with the earth. Pretty amazing stuff, and my lexacon nor the english language contain the words in describing these moments, but i know that they will remain some of the most intimate moments of my life. To run under a full moon and milky night sky with a soft spring breeze pushing the scent of orange blossoms down the trail... you cant help but crave for more.
On a more surface level on my running endeavors... I lost a toe nail and I dont think its coming back....sighhhh. I also jacked up my milage to 50 mi the last two weeks. Meaning ive got 100 miles under my belt in the span of two weeks. Which I believe is a new personal best.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Guitar, Trail Running, and Books
The past two weeks have been filled with guitar, trail running, and books.
Guitar
Thanks to my wonderful guitar master teacher Mike, my guitar skills have improved ten fold.The man is so gifted and I feel very fortunate for him to pass on a little bit of his legacy to me. Im learning a very unique style from mike, maybe ill post something sometime.
Trail Running
I love it. Theres something very thrilling about going out into the middle of no where on a dirt trail with nothing and taking off. Its peaceful and its where I feel the closest to my higher power and the most connected with nature. Ive also made radio hill my second home and have been spending alot of hours out there working on my vertical climbs. Which I am finding is excellent training in helping me stay injury free on my distance runs. Also more exciting news, I trained my mom to run radio hill!! Im most certain she may be the first 50+ to ever accomplish such a challenge. Im really proud of her, and its been something that has helped us grow closer. She also accompanies me a few times a week on some of my runs. I love her motivation to still strive for super results even at her age. I think she deserves the hash #agewasneverafactor. Also I cannot be more grateful for all the beauty I experience on my runs. Here are a few cliche sunset pics ive snappped while out on my runs, I know.... but when you experience something this beautiful everyday you cant help but not! Anywho cant say enough about all the greatness running is for me right now: ran a total of 36 miles this week! wowzer bowzer!
Books:
Something very unusual has happened in my reading and that is that im starting to read more "classic like" material. I know its weird! It all started when I took a chance and decided to read Hemingways "The sun also rises". I found it so amusing that something written so long ago could still carry a modern day humor to it. Next thing I knew I was reading things from Leo Tolstoy and then Maya Angelou (shes not really classic but African American Lit never enticed me either and now it does). Now Im on to James Joyce. Maybe its just a phase Im going through or maybe its just my little brain finally maturing into a beautiful well rounded lad.
And thats whats new in the life of Jenny bo denny fee fi fenny.
Guitar
Thanks to my wonderful guitar master teacher Mike, my guitar skills have improved ten fold.The man is so gifted and I feel very fortunate for him to pass on a little bit of his legacy to me. Im learning a very unique style from mike, maybe ill post something sometime.
Trail Running
I love it. Theres something very thrilling about going out into the middle of no where on a dirt trail with nothing and taking off. Its peaceful and its where I feel the closest to my higher power and the most connected with nature. Ive also made radio hill my second home and have been spending alot of hours out there working on my vertical climbs. Which I am finding is excellent training in helping me stay injury free on my distance runs. Also more exciting news, I trained my mom to run radio hill!! Im most certain she may be the first 50+ to ever accomplish such a challenge. Im really proud of her, and its been something that has helped us grow closer. She also accompanies me a few times a week on some of my runs. I love her motivation to still strive for super results even at her age. I think she deserves the hash #agewasneverafactor. Also I cannot be more grateful for all the beauty I experience on my runs. Here are a few cliche sunset pics ive snappped while out on my runs, I know.... but when you experience something this beautiful everyday you cant help but not! Anywho cant say enough about all the greatness running is for me right now: ran a total of 36 miles this week! wowzer bowzer!
Something very unusual has happened in my reading and that is that im starting to read more "classic like" material. I know its weird! It all started when I took a chance and decided to read Hemingways "The sun also rises". I found it so amusing that something written so long ago could still carry a modern day humor to it. Next thing I knew I was reading things from Leo Tolstoy and then Maya Angelou (shes not really classic but African American Lit never enticed me either and now it does). Now Im on to James Joyce. Maybe its just a phase Im going through or maybe its just my little brain finally maturing into a beautiful well rounded lad.
And thats whats new in the life of Jenny bo denny fee fi fenny.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
How to Recover From Soul Fraud
Inventive, fresh, and against the grain ideas, thats what this talk was for me. It reminded me of the power of not being afraid in following your ideas/thoughts/brain, instead of going with crowd. It also reminded me to challenge every thought that enters my brain before accepting it as truth. Its important to ask your brain if its thoughts are valid. By questioning your beliefs (ie: Im ugly, Im dumb, No one likes me) you are giving yourself the power to create your own reality. If you accept your belief "I am dumb" then essentially this belief is your reality AKA self fulfilling prophecy. Be kind to yourself and challenge your beliefs. It only makes sense; we have zero tolerance for credit card/ identity fraud, yet how much fraud do we let into our precious souls.
MUSAC for the day....
Sounds like: warm dry desert sunsets/desert cactus/shot of tequila might have been involved.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Just a spoonful a sugar helps the medicine go down
NOTE: If your going to read this blog entry, do so while listening to this song. It really brings out the essence of what Im saying, and besides its pure bliss to the ears. WORDLESS music = not distracting while reading.
Something Ive implemented into my life is starting the morning off with a "spoonful of sugar"
No, not actual sugar, because that stuff is poison to the brain! Im talking about the REAL sugar of life, which is anything that just makes your soul sing.
You see, lately I wake up and literally and have to drag every muscle/nerve/cell in my body out of bed, it takes every inch of will power just to get myself to remove the snuggley comfy blankets. But you know, making best friends with your pillow is a sure way not to succeed, or for me at least.
So I asked myself an important question: what would it take for you to be absolutely stoked to wake up? What would make every morning like the anticipation of Christmas you feel Christmas Eve night? I cant think of any other day where i'm actually excited to hear my alarm clock go off. Why cant all mornings be like this?
Well folks, I have news for you.. they absolutely can! This is not a pyramid get rich scheme, because im offering you this information for free, and not endorsing it with any magic pill. So take this info as rich, and if you try it, it will revolutionize your life forever.
So heres what I did: I love waking up before the rooster, the milk man, and the sun. To me, there is an essence of bliss and magic to mornings. Being awake at the most quiet/secluded time of the day; I feel so alive and peaceful at the same time. The way this song sounds is exactly how I feel in the morning, Its peaceful/curious/simple/ yet oh so rich at the same time.
But heres the predicament: the actual act of waking up is hell for me! Opening my little peepers triggers me to feel soo grumpy. I needed a battle plan to counter act this initial feeling of grumpiness. So I asked myself, what would I have to be doing at these wee hours of the morning to over power the feeling of grumpiness? I needed something that motivated me to feel energized/empowered and absolutely alive about life, something full of pure joy.
Heres what I came up with: Im going to master and craft the BEST/ MOST RICH cup of coffee. Then i'm going to slowly enjoy my cup of coffee over the most wittiest and well humored shows ever: Parks and Rec, in the dim lighting of my peaceful kitchen.
See how thats working folks? Im waking myself up very early so I don't feel rushed and because early morning is the most beautiful time of day to me(4:30) -> in order to get myself up -> im motivating myself with the pure bliss of mastering and crafting a beautiful cup of coffee (something I truly enjoy doing) instead of letting some dimpy machine make a half assed cup -> and then i'm tag teaming my item of joy (cup of beautifully rich coffee) with another pleasurable activity-> watching an episode of something fun and delightful.
And that is how I conquered the morning blues and started feeling excited and electric for the day. Try your variation of this and I'm absolutely certain it will change they way you look at your pillow forever.
Something Ive implemented into my life is starting the morning off with a "spoonful of sugar"
No, not actual sugar, because that stuff is poison to the brain! Im talking about the REAL sugar of life, which is anything that just makes your soul sing.
You see, lately I wake up and literally and have to drag every muscle/nerve/cell in my body out of bed, it takes every inch of will power just to get myself to remove the snuggley comfy blankets. But you know, making best friends with your pillow is a sure way not to succeed, or for me at least.
So I asked myself an important question: what would it take for you to be absolutely stoked to wake up? What would make every morning like the anticipation of Christmas you feel Christmas Eve night? I cant think of any other day where i'm actually excited to hear my alarm clock go off. Why cant all mornings be like this?
Well folks, I have news for you.. they absolutely can! This is not a pyramid get rich scheme, because im offering you this information for free, and not endorsing it with any magic pill. So take this info as rich, and if you try it, it will revolutionize your life forever.
So heres what I did: I love waking up before the rooster, the milk man, and the sun. To me, there is an essence of bliss and magic to mornings. Being awake at the most quiet/secluded time of the day; I feel so alive and peaceful at the same time. The way this song sounds is exactly how I feel in the morning, Its peaceful/curious/simple/ yet oh so rich at the same time.
But heres the predicament: the actual act of waking up is hell for me! Opening my little peepers triggers me to feel soo grumpy. I needed a battle plan to counter act this initial feeling of grumpiness. So I asked myself, what would I have to be doing at these wee hours of the morning to over power the feeling of grumpiness? I needed something that motivated me to feel energized/empowered and absolutely alive about life, something full of pure joy.
Heres what I came up with: Im going to master and craft the BEST/ MOST RICH cup of coffee. Then i'm going to slowly enjoy my cup of coffee over the most wittiest and well humored shows ever: Parks and Rec, in the dim lighting of my peaceful kitchen.
See how thats working folks? Im waking myself up very early so I don't feel rushed and because early morning is the most beautiful time of day to me(4:30) -> in order to get myself up -> im motivating myself with the pure bliss of mastering and crafting a beautiful cup of coffee (something I truly enjoy doing) instead of letting some dimpy machine make a half assed cup -> and then i'm tag teaming my item of joy (cup of beautifully rich coffee) with another pleasurable activity-> watching an episode of something fun and delightful.
And that is how I conquered the morning blues and started feeling excited and electric for the day. Try your variation of this and I'm absolutely certain it will change they way you look at your pillow forever.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Digging and escaping traps from your demon host
Today I realized that my food tendencies are a lot like life.
You see, I typically only like a certain part of the food im eating.
In ice cream, I dig around like an archeologist looking to hit the jackpot chunks of oreos or the fudge brownie morsels
In cereal forget the corn flake part, im in it for the honey cluster packed bunch
On the pie, minus the filling and give me that graham cracker crust.
Basically I search for the best part of the food and leave the rest... Believe me its no easy task, it takes time!! plus my family despises me for it.
But you see my little learning ducks, life is like that; sometimes you gotta dig around and explore a bunch of crap to get to the really good stuff.
but on a side note, enjoy the digging and searching part too. you know what they say..
"Life's a Journey" which I've always comprehended to mean you spend alot of time doing the traveling part, maybe even more than the actually being at your destination so you might as well enjoy the "ride" part too.
You see, I typically only like a certain part of the food im eating.
In ice cream, I dig around like an archeologist looking to hit the jackpot chunks of oreos or the fudge brownie morsels
In cereal forget the corn flake part, im in it for the honey cluster packed bunch
On the pie, minus the filling and give me that graham cracker crust.
Basically I search for the best part of the food and leave the rest... Believe me its no easy task, it takes time!! plus my family despises me for it.
But you see my little learning ducks, life is like that; sometimes you gotta dig around and explore a bunch of crap to get to the really good stuff.
but on a side note, enjoy the digging and searching part too. you know what they say..
"Life's a Journey" which I've always comprehended to mean you spend alot of time doing the traveling part, maybe even more than the actually being at your destination so you might as well enjoy the "ride" part too.
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