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Not without my cats

One of my biggest fears is to be in the middle of an emergency situation at home and not being able to get the cats out to safety. My cats hate loud sounds. Let me tell you, there’s a reason why the term “scaredy cat” came to be. Whenever they hear the fire alarm, usually in test mode, my cats would bolt – one under the bed and the other who knows where.

Several months ago, as I was cooking dinner, the fire alarm went off. It was the first real alarm I had experienced since moving to the condo 3 years ago. Hubby was working out on the 3rd floor and I initially thought it was a test alarm. But after several minutes of not hearing any news from our security team, and unsuccessfully trying to get a hold of them, I came to the conclusion that it was a real alarm. So I turned off the stove and prepared to get the cats. At the same time, the loud speaker finally went off with instructions to exit through the stairs as there was an emergency. So I texted hubby to get the hell up and help me with the cats so we could get out.

Hubby ran up six flights of stairs. When he got here, we proceeded to get the cats into the carrier as quickly as possible. Nikki was under the bed so we acted as a team. Hubby lifted the bed and I picked Nikki up. Puzzle was a lot easier as she was hiding in my closet. With the cats in the carriers, off we went down the stairs and stayed outside until we were told that it was safe to go back in.

Thankfully, it turned out to be nothing. But had in been a real emergency, we would have been in a lot of trouble given the length of time it took for us to get out. But boy was I glad to have had hubby there with me. I really didn’t think I’d be able to handle that type of emergency. How would I have gotten Nikki out from under the bed on my own? How would I have carried out my cats in two heavy carries by myself?

Well….today as I was busy writing, the alarm went off. Hubby was out playing softball. The loud speaker went off, announcing an emergency on the 17th floor and for us to exit through the stairs. What are the chances, right? After 3 years of living with no emergencies, we get two only months apart from each other. I decided to use the biggest carrier, thinking I could just stuff them both in one, to make it easier. Of course Nikki was already under the bed. After struggling with lifting the bed and finally getting Nikki in the carrier, I proceeded to get Puzzle. She was under my night table and she was hissing and swiping at me. Definitely one unhappy cat. She ran past me and hid in between the shower curtain in our ensuite. I finally got her but I couldn’t get her into the carrier. She struggled out of my hands. So I decided a cat carrier wouldn’t do. I took out my Aritzia yoga bag, picked her up, and stuffed her in there. When I turned around to get Nikki, I discovered that I didn’t close the carrier properly and she had bolted out of there. Just great.

Now the thing with cats is that they can hide really well. Nikki hid beside the bed, under the blanket. It took me what felt like forever to find her. Finally I found her and put her in her carrier. With the two of them in tow, I left the condo and went down the stairs. They were heavy as well to carry but when your adrenaline is pumping, weight suddenly becomes a non-issue.

I’m not sure what kind of emergency it was as I still have not received an update from the security team. But not long after I got outside, the fire trucks started leaving and we were allowed to go back to our units. So I assume it was another “nothing” situation.

But nothing or not, these types of emergency situations make me nervous. I’m glad I was able to bring us all out to safety, even without hubby. The entire time I was trying to get my cats and having a hard time, I knew one thing for sure – I wasn’t leaving without them no matter what. This thought, and the fact that they were giving me a hard time, scare the crap out of me. What if I didn’t get out in time? What if what if what if?

So for those of you with cats – what is your emergency plan? Because I need one, a better one. One that will get us out faster.

For now, I am thankful we are safe. And more importantly, that my two babies are safe.

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I had a weak moment

I had a weak moment today. I was at Rexall with 10 minutes to kill, waiting for my prescription. So I walked around just looking at stuff and came across a bag of BBQ chips on sale for $0.99. My mouth started watering. But I knew I shouldn’t buy it so I walked away.

But having gone straight to Rexall after work, I was hungry and my stomach was growling. The chips were calling my name and so I walked back to the chips aisle, quickly grabbed it and paid for it before I could change my mind.

After dinner while catching up on the bachelorette, hubby and I decided to crack the bag of chips open. We ate about 3/4 of the bag (it was a medium size bag) and by the end of it, I just wanted to rinse my mouth with water. Those chips had way too much sodium that my mouth felt like it shriveled up and my brain was dehydrated.

After months of not eating chips, I can’t believe I broke our streak. This is what happens when I go to the store on an empty stomach. Never again.

So…because of my moment of weakness, hubby and I now need to go on a cleanse.

25km bike ride vs. bikram yoga

After missing two weeks of Bikram classes (well, really only 2 days since I only go once a week), I finally got a chance to go this past Saturday. The problem with missing classes is that every time I think I’ve taken a step forward, I end up taking 2 steps back. This 1 step forward 2 steps back is driving me absolutely crazy. Believe me, I try not to miss any classes but sometimes, life gets in the way.

I’m one of those odd balls who welcomes challenges. I think it has to do with having something to focus on, something other than watching the many TV shows I’m addicted to. So that’s why I’m killing myself with Bikram yoga, and that’s why two Sundays ago on June 3rd, I participated in Ride for Heart even though the last time I actually went bike riding was 6 years ago in 2006. Of course the main reason I chose to participate wasn’t necessarily for the challenge, but to show support for all the people in my life who have been affected by heart disease in one way or another.

When I first signed up for the 25km ride, hubby thought I was nuts. Others might think that 25kms is short and easy but considering I had not been on a bike for the past 6 years, I thought I’d better be safe than sorry. Plus, my 10 year-old nephew, 5 year-old niece and 2 year-old nephew came along for the ride and I’m not sure that anything more than 25kms was doable with them in tow.

Hubby and my mom kept telling me that I needed to practice. So I did. I went bike riding with my mom twice in preparation for the ride – the first time for 30 minutes and the second time for 10 minutes. That was practice enough for me. The bike ride, however, turned out to be easier than I had expected. At no point during the bike ride did I question what I was doing or if I was going to make it to the end or feel the need to collapse.

When I went to Bikram however, I was only in my fourth pose when I started wishing that I was near the end instead of the beginning. I felt like collapsing and I questioned why I keep coming back. Temptations of leaving the room filled my head throughout the entire practice. It was truly one tough battle just trying to convince myself to stay. But I did end up staying to the very end.

I know this might be hard to believe, but a 3-hour 25km bike ride is peanuts compared to 90 minutes in Bikram’s hot torture chamber. I’d rather do the ride again then have to go back to Bikram. But yet, I go back anyway, week after week. Really, I have no one to blame for the exhaustion and soreness I feel after every Bikram class but myself.

Social Media Uncovered

I’m taking a social media course as part of my PR certificate and interestingly enough, one of the requirements of “passing” the class is to start a blog on social media.

I’m thrilled about this actually.  Now I have two blogs to upkeep, albeit each very different from one another. But since my social media blog is essential for passing, that will be my priority until the course ends.

Here’s my social media blog: http://astridsucipto.wordpress.com/ . Please check it out and feel free to comment! I look forward to your feedback and thoughts on social media.

#1: Fit into my skirt

Try to fit into your high school jeans

is one of the 10 new year’s resolutions you should never make, according to Marie Claire magazine.

Well, how about trying to fit into a skirt? Because that’s one of my new year’s resolutions this year.

The magazine also advises against starting a blog. Well guess what? I’m doing that too. Except it’s not really a new year’s resolution if I actually started it in December is it?

I’m not one to make a new year’s resolution list. Ever. I’ve never sat down on Jan 1st to write down what I am or am not going to do for the year. Firstly, do people ever achieve what they’ve set out on their lists? Secondly, writing them out means actually formalizing them. What if you don’t achieve some or all of them? Wouldn’t that crush your spirit?

It doesn’t mean that I don’t have goals. My goals tend to take longer than a year to materialize so it never seems realistic to say that I would achieve them within a year.

But I suppose new year’s resolutions are about being ready to make the immediate changes that would make you a better you. Like quit smoking. You’re never going to quit unless you’re ready to quit. Unless you want to. I guess they should be things that are attainable within the year.

So here we go. Here’s my 2012 list:

  1. Fit into my skirt. One I’ve never worn because it was always a tad too big. One that I finally got taken in but never had a chance to wear. One that is now too small.
  2. Lose 8 lbs. so I can fit into that skirt.
  3. Stop shopping for our snack cabinet.
  4. Eat more fruits and vegetables.
  5. Go to hot yoga regularly.
  6. Exercise regularly so I can lose 8 lbs and fit into that skirt.
  7. Write every day as random as my thoughts might be. And no, Facebook and twitter do not count as writing.
  8. Stop eating so I can fit into that skirt! Okay I’m just kidding about that one. Really I am.
  9. Fit into my skirt! Oops I already have that on my list.

So what do you think? Reasonable and achievable, right? I guess we’ll see. It’s all mind over matter.

Oh by the way, here’s my last real meal of 2011 and 2012.

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Wish me luck.

Undressing halfway

I started a blog a few years ago when, for the first time in my life, I had no plans and suddenly felt like a lost little lamb. But instead of the weight-off-my-shoulder relief I had anticipated through blogging, I felt like I had just undressed myself, taking off one layer of clothing at a time.

Had I really reveal my private thoughts to the entire world? I was torn between wanting my blog to be read by many and not being read at all. But publicizing my feelings made me feel naked. So I decided to put my clothes back on and delete my blog. From that point on, I made up my mind. Blogging was not for me.

So why start one now?

I understand now that how much I reveal is within my control. I don’t have to undress all the way. Thoughts of writing consume me from the moment I wake up to the moment I close my eyes at night. Although I write for work and I enjoy that tremendously, I itch to write outside of the corporate realm.

So I’m starting a blog now simply because I want to write.

Yes, I’m ready to undress….but only halfway 🙂

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