Highlights of my Day... Monday, October 5

1. Ain’t nothing wrong with a workday that only consists of working an hour and forty minutes, and so on that note I’m replacing the “I hate Mondays” mentality with “Mondays are the new Friday”.

2. I never was a morning person, nor a routine-like person for that matter, but I think I’ve got quite the busy routine down for myself.

My Weekly Routine

Monday
6am—7am = weight training (split #1: arms and shoulders)
8am—9am = napping
11:20am – 1pm = teaching (one class)
3pm—4:30pm = boxing

Tuesday --> MY DAY OFF TEACHING
6am—7am = weight training (split #2: chest and back)
8am—9am = napping
10am-- whenever = Power Point lecture planning
3pm – 4:30pm = boxing

Wednesday
6am—7am = weight training (split #3: legs)
8am-9am = napping
11:20am – 1pm = teaching (one class)
1pm – 3pm = office hours
3pm—5pm = teaching (second class of the day)
7pm – 8:30pm = boxing

Thursday
6am—7am = weight training (split #1: arms and shoulders)
8am—9am = napping
11:20am – 3pm = teaching (two classes)
5pm—6:30pm = boxing

Friday
6am—7am = weight training (split #2: chest and back)
8am—9am = napping
10am- 11:30am = boxing
1:20pm—5pm = teaching (two classes)

Saturday
6am—7am = weight training (split #3: legs)
8am—9am = napping
2pm—3:30pm = boxing

Sunday --> MY DAY OFF TEACHING AND TRAINING!!!

3. Junior Mint has officially jumped on the bandwagon with regards to Snickers’ initial “let’s just get married at city hall” idea. And you know what, the more and more I think about it, the more and more it sounds like a perfect idea. To tell you the truth, I don’t think I could really have the perfect wedding I use to envision for myself due to the simple fact that my life is divided by two countries. My family lives in Canada, Snickers’ family lives in Korea, and I have close friends in both countries. My life has been in Korea for almost the past 5 years and so there are definitely some key people here in Korea that I would certainly want at my wedding. People like Junior Mint and Black Skinny. Junior Mint has been more like an older brother and sometimes second father to me, in addition to being my coach and manager. And Black Skinny is one of many people at my boxing club that I hold dear to my heart. Having said that though, there are most definitely some key friends in Canada beyond my family that I would want at my wedding in addition to those here in Korea.

4. It’d be impossible to have a wedding with all whom I love present, but finding a creative way to incorporate as many as possible is now the dilemma. Then there’s also the notion that I don’t care to drop mad cash on one day. I rather use that money more productively. Sure it’s great to have fond memories of your wedding but seriously, I really could careless about a huge production that involves me walking around all day in an overly uncomfortable dress that I’m scared to spill anything on it when I rather be walking around in my Adidas pants and sports bra.

5. “Don’t give me a big wedding, just give me a really, really good proposal” I told Snickers. I once envisioned the perfect proposal. In my mind it happened at one of his fights. He had just knocked his opponent out and when the TV spokesperson entered the ring to interview on national television he called me into the ring. And with TV cameras on us, news reporters eagerly jotting down notes, and a crowd packed with people all listening, he got down on one knee and then he’d propose. The media would eat it up and all the girls in the crowd would look at their boyfriends with eagerness in their eyes for the same situation. Then of course he’d freak the crowd out with biting down into his hand. I wrote about this whole biting-into-the-hand situation before here on my homepage and it’s kind of become a kind of deal-breaker between Snickers and I. Last week, when my stress level reached it’s peak because of immigration breathing down my throat, I scared Snickers by telling him that I was going to run away to Canada. He insisted I not go. When I turned around to look at him there he stood biting down as hard as he could on the webbed part of his hand, the part between the thumb and pointer finger. He never was able to break the skin but the bite marks stayed on his hand for a good four days.

6. Ya, I know… we’re not normal, but that’s what makes our life together so incredibly fabulous.

7. Yet again Snickers ran away from the hospital. He took the IV out of his arm, snuck down the stairwell, and showed up at Guum Ggum. I was off at boxing and so he waited for me to return.

8. Despite Snickers’ broken hand and being stuck (well not really considering he keeps on escaping) in the hospital, please don’t bother to feel sorry for him for even one second. I’ve been visiting him everyday, sometimes I even go there twice a day. All the nurses know me by name now and the other day they even offered to feed me dinner. I’ve been bringing him various foods, as well as many cooked goodies.

9. I really shouldn’t support Snickers with his whole hospital-escapee stunt he keeps on pulling but I’ve got a sweet tooth for him. And so when he asked me to cook him a pizza I cooked up the best pizza I possibly could. I had used two tortilla shells for the crust and then loaded it up to the max with lots of delish ingredients and love.

Ingredients on my pizza:

sausages = two different kinds
chicken = grilled chicken and sauteed chicken
mozzarella cheese
green peppers
yellow peppers
red peppers
onions
sweet potato
a sprinkle of garlic powder
tomatoes
pasta sauce (had mushrooms in it)

10. No sooner did Snickers gobble up the pizza but then he had to head back to the hospital. I’m still stoked about being his emergency contact number – take that Mama K – but I really don’t care to lie for him and so that meant he had to go back.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
What's the whole point of a put-you-in-the-poor-house wedding?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
When love is not madness, it is not love.
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca