Use Your Words

Forever, For Good.

My Michael Jordan Birthday

I absolutely love the boards around the OneAmerica parking lot in Indianapolis. (Don’t hate.They are hilarious approximately 95% of the time.) The best quote I’ve ever seen on the boards = 

“Right now, you are the youngest you’ll ever be, and the oldest you’ve ever been.”

Wild, right? Well, right now I am 22 years and 363 days old. The oldest I have ever been, the youngest I’ll be.  

363 days? Wow. That means this week I turn 23! Yep, the big 2-3. My friends have told me it’s a pretty uneventful birthday/year, but I have a hard time believing that an age I associate with Michael Jordan could be anything but amazing.

So, I’m pushing their negative comments to the side and keeping my head up that 23 will be my best year yet. 

Happy birthday to me! Oh, and the thousands of other people that will turn 23 on January 25. 

(The “diet” birthday cake my mom made for me.)

First attempt at a DIY t-shirt necklace. Not too shabby. 

First attempt at a DIY t-shirt necklace. Not too shabby. 

kqedscience:

Athlete Aimee Mullins
“Born without fibulae in both legs, Aimee’s medical prognosis was discouraging; she was told she would never walk, and would likely spend the rest of her life using a wheelchair. In an attempt for an outside chance at independent mobility, doctors amputated both her legs below the knee on her first birthday. The decision paid off. By age two, she had learned to walk on prosthetic legs, and spent her childhood doing the usual athletic activities of her peers: swimming, biking, softball, soccer, and skiing, always alongside “able-bodies” kids.”

kqedscience:

Athlete Aimee Mullins

“Born without fibulae in both legs, Aimee’s medical prognosis was discouraging; she was told she would never walk, and would likely spend the rest of her life using a wheelchair. In an attempt for an outside chance at independent mobility, doctors amputated both her legs below the knee on her first birthday. The decision paid off. By age two, she had learned to walk on prosthetic legs, and spent her childhood doing the usual athletic activities of her peers: swimming, biking, softball, soccer, and skiing, always alongside “able-bodies” kids.”

(via npr)

Powdered Eggs and Feminist Thoughts

I’d like to think that I’m an educated feminist.

By educated, I mean that I dedicated four years of my life to understanding feminist theory. By feminist, I mean that anything a man can do, I can do better.

Joking - but seriously, I am a strong believer in gender equality, blah blah blah.

That being said, I am not one to complain about perceptions and stereotypes that we as Americans have created. (After all, perception is reality.) 

I am much more interested in how these “gender roles” came to be. 

So, every now and then, I like to throw a bit of knowledge that I learned in college Joe’s way, help him understand how I see certain things. Normally, he’ll just ignore me or rattle on about how feminist theory makes no sense as all. You know, the typical male response. ;-)

Regardless, I still keep trying. Well, a few weeks ago we were making the cake balls when I decided it was a good time to give Joe another feminist history lesson. He actually listened, so I thought I’d share this little snidbit of information with all my friends. So, here you go. You’re welcome.

Did you know that we can thank Betty Crocker and our grandmas for having to buy a cake mix and eggs together?


Yep, that’s right. By the 1950s powdered eggs had been added into cake mixes and allowed for a quick and simple method for baking cakes.

After slow market growth, Betty Crocker hired Dr. Burleigh Gardner and Dr. Ernet Dichter, both business psychologists to conduct market research.

‘The problem, according to psychologists, was eggs. Dichter, in particular, believed that powdered eggs, often used in cake mixes, should be left out, so women could add a few fresh eggs into the batter, giving them a sense of creative contribution.”

As a result, General Mills altered their product, abandoning the powdered egg in their mixes. The requirement to add eggs at home was marketed as a benefit, conferring the quality of ‘home-made’ authenticity upon the box cake mix. 

By adding eggs, women didn’t have to feel guilty that they had not slaved away in their kitchens all day making a cake from scratch.

They were still cooking, like lovely ladies should.

So, next time you go to the store and remember the cake mix but not the eggs, give grams a call and give her a piece of your mind. Hmm, or just ask her to borrow an egg or two.

I’ll Be Your Motivation

My job challenges me.

I don’t mean the typical challenge a PR Specialist might face.

My job challenges me…physically.

Yes, ever since I started at Monarch I have been participated in more competitions and races than ever before.

Why?

Because I am charged with getting the 600+ employees to believe they can do it. Now, how in the world could I do that without participating myself.

To date, I’ve finished a six-mile bike race, a 5-mile race, and the Tough Mudder. Each of which had an increased difficulty. (I’ve worked there for 7 months.)

This month, I’ll be participating in the Super Bowl run, the Biggest Loser competition and start my training for the 500 Festival Mini Marathon.

Do I need to lose weight? Maybe a little. I definitely could run a bit more. These next 12-weeks will surely be a test of my mental and physical strength.

The good news? After the mini marathon is over, we’ll be participating in the Get Back on your Bike program and Ride Your Bike to Work. I’m sure I will be doing that as well. (BTW, the bike ride starts in downtown Indianapolis and our office is in Lawrence.) Here’s a visual.

Regardless, I am loving ever second of it.

Working Out is Hard

Working out is hard. No, no, having the motivation to work out is hard.

In college, I used to run religiously. Yes, literally every morning I pulled myself out of bed - hang over and all - and forced myself to run. Now that I have a full-time job, it’s WAYYY harder to find the motivation to run at 6 a.m. or at 5 p.m. - both of which happen to be way too dark to wander around alone.

The old me might complain a bit about how terrible it is to be an adult and not have the time for exercise, but the new and improve 2012 Amanda has finally accepted the additional challenge and is ready to dust the lazy devil off my shoulder and let the extremely in shape angel win the fitness battle.

So, the first day back to work after the new year, I pick fitness.

On a side note, anyone want to run with me?

The Power of Words

Whoever said “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” was full of it.

In fact, words are extremely powerful. Words can break your heart, they can instantly brighten up your day, they can motivate you to be a better person, etc etc.

The gist? I’ve changed the title of my blog, and have decided to start using my words…for good.

In a world full of negativity, why not remain positive. After all, it is my choice. 

The title idea is a slight twist on a phrase I learned from one of my dearest friends, Sara. 

So, a new year and a whole new branding for my blog. Here we go.

Drinking is Bad, Kids.

Drinking is very very bad, and I’ll tell you why.

As my best friends Travis put it, “Drinking makes you (me) so blunt.”

And he’s right. One drink, I’m smiling. Two drinks, I’m laughing. Three drinks, I’m hilarious. Four drinks, I can say whatever I want, to anyone. I’m “untouchable.”

Wrong.

Here is the problem: I always wake up the next morning and remember. And, I always remember.

So, after a rather embarrassing scene of intoxication this weekend, I am determined to change myself. Lucky for me, it is the perfect time to add: If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all to the top of Amanda’s 2012 list of New Year’s resolutions.

I’ve been thinking a lot more about better myself into the sophisticated young adult that I want to be. That doesn’t mean I can’t have fun, but it does mean I need to keep it classy. Be the lady that my momma would want me to be. 

So, uhhhhmmmm, drum roll, please. In 2012, I pledge to:

1. Think about my words before I just blurt them out. 

2. Never eat the dessert at luncheons. Nope, not even a bite.

3. Have taken at least two classes toward my MBA by December.

4. Saved enough money to buy a car.

5. Run the entire 500 Festival mini marathon.

There you have it, my 2012 goals. I’d suggest that everyone make a list, because knowing where you’re going is half the struggle. In 2012, enjoy your journey.