Many know that I was an avid coffee drinker, pre-pregnancy and pre-baby (I'm nursing, so I'm staying away from caffeine whenever possible. Baby doesn't need any help staying awake at all). Stumbled across this article and think it interesting. The study's results are preliminary, done with a small group, using a double-blind procedure. Anyways, from this study, women who took caffeine tablets had less muscle soreness than women who didn't (took placebos).
Caffeine may ease post-workout muscle pain
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Some things never change.
So my brain's mush. I'm dead tired. Isabella's asleep. I have some time to work on some lectures. What am I doing? Well, I read some friends' blogs. Now, I'm posting some stuff. Not being productive, towards work related matters, anyways.
Now I'm going to pump, brush my teeth, and go to bed.
Now I'm going to pump, brush my teeth, and go to bed.
My hubby's been so wonderful today!
Sleep deprivation has never worked well with me. I'm sure my parents and sister can vouch for that. I turn into Ms. Grumpy of the Universe. Not intentionally, I might add. The world just looks so much the worse when I'm tired.
Though I was quite sleep deprived all day today, my husband's been so sweet all day. I was up at 6 am, to nurse the munchkin, and out by 7:35 am. Got home from work around 11:50 am.
Hubby was out of bed. He had paid the bills. A dear friend called in distress, about a seemingly ill pet / child. I most happily went to the aid of my friend. Poor dear. Had just gotten home and nursed Isabella. Changed her diaper and out the door we went. Turns out the friend's little one is sick and with fever. But, I know what it's like to be paralyzed with fear with regard to the health of a dearly beloved pet/child. Had offered to drop hubby off at work, so I could have access to the car. He responded by saying he was fine walking to work.
Anyways, I ended up making a yummy dinner. A friend gave me some really fresh and scrumptuous cod. I cooked it in a soup with tomatoes, sour vegetable (can't think of a better name for the thing, so I did a direct translation), shittake mushrooms, tofu, and egg drizzle. Hubby and I ate the soup, served over rice.
When Hubby got home, he asked when I wanted to watch "Smallville." He left that decision to me. And then, Hubby put our little one to bed.
What am I doing now? Well, I should be writing some lectures, but I'm blogging and contemplating going to bed soon thereafter.
Though I was quite sleep deprived all day today, my husband's been so sweet all day. I was up at 6 am, to nurse the munchkin, and out by 7:35 am. Got home from work around 11:50 am.
Hubby was out of bed. He had paid the bills. A dear friend called in distress, about a seemingly ill pet / child. I most happily went to the aid of my friend. Poor dear. Had just gotten home and nursed Isabella. Changed her diaper and out the door we went. Turns out the friend's little one is sick and with fever. But, I know what it's like to be paralyzed with fear with regard to the health of a dearly beloved pet/child. Had offered to drop hubby off at work, so I could have access to the car. He responded by saying he was fine walking to work.
Anyways, I ended up making a yummy dinner. A friend gave me some really fresh and scrumptuous cod. I cooked it in a soup with tomatoes, sour vegetable (can't think of a better name for the thing, so I did a direct translation), shittake mushrooms, tofu, and egg drizzle. Hubby and I ate the soup, served over rice.
When Hubby got home, he asked when I wanted to watch "Smallville." He left that decision to me. And then, Hubby put our little one to bed.
What am I doing now? Well, I should be writing some lectures, but I'm blogging and contemplating going to bed soon thereafter.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
I'd be a socialite if that were a profession
Not too long ago, I asked my husband what he though I'd be in a perfect world where the world is our oyster. His response was that I would be a socialite. I was a bit surprised but not too surprised by that response. Though I'm not an extreme extrovert, by any stretch of the imagination, I do love keeping up with friends. Honestly, I wouldn't have any problems hanging out with people, doing things with people, and socializing a main part of the day, if money were to walk itself into our bank account.
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