Tuesday, December 29, 2009
2009: Year in Review
I was reflecting on the past year, and wondering what the hell I wrote about all year, when I decided to look and see if I resolved anything last year for 2009. I was curious to see if I kept my resolutions. Instead I found this survey that we did last year at the end of the year, so now I shall do it again!
2009:
1. Was 2009 good for you? Yes, I think it was. It started out with a pretty destructive bang, but I think I have managed to move on to bigger and better things and I am a lot happier than I was a year ago.
2. What was your favorite moment of the year? Crossing the finish line of the Portland marathon with my loved ones waiting to make sure I didn't fall over dead... that was pretty awesome.
3. What was your worst moment of the year? Last January, having my world turned upside down. No question.
4. Where were you when 2009 began? Dancing in the snow in my hometown.
5. Who were you with? My sister and two close friends
6. Where were you when 2009 ended? Hasn't happened yet, but I will be with my super hot boyfriend and his best friend... location TBD.
7. Did you keep your new years resolution of 2009? One was to run a marathon, so yeah! Go me! According to this survey another was to be more social (check, especially since I moved to a bigger town) and the other was to learn to do a cartwheel. Damn that acrobatic shit, it still fools me.
8. Do you have a new years resolution for 2010? Eat healthier than I have been at the end of 2009. Be happy.
9. Did you fall in love in 2009? Actually, yes. Didn't see that one coming!
10. Did you make any new friends in 2009? Yes! Several. See, I am more social.
11. What was your favorite month of 2009? September was good... October as well. July was fun cause it involved camping and being outside a lot.
12. Why this month? October featured the marathon ass-kicking as well as starting a new, awesome job and settling into a new apartment. So I think overall that wins. September featured my birthday, lots of quality social time, decision to allow the boyfriend to date me (I'm difficult) and moving into the apartment. July = camping and being awesome. All were very good months.
13. Did you travel outside of the US in 2009? I wish!
14. How many different places did you travel to in 2009? Hmmm.... Boise, Salt Lake City, Washington to see the G-parents, camping, Salem... I think that's all? I didn't get out a lot this year.
15. Did you miss anybody in the past year? I miss my sisters (they're too far away) and several friends who are no longer alive.
16. What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2009? Oooh, good question. I really liked "500 Days of Summer" and that's the only one I can think of right now. Also, "Julie & Julia"
17. What was your favorite song from 2009? I have several that got replayed a million times during marathon training... Pretty much anything from Glee, I think.
18. How many concerts or plays did you see in 2009? A couple local bands/people, but that is it, I think
19. Did you have a favorite concert in 2009? Brett Dennen with Shawna was fun, now that I'm remembering what concerts I went to
20. What was your favorite book in 2009? I read the whole Twilight series, I cannot tell a lie.
21. Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year? Read the entire Twilight series. Paid too much attention to a boy who wasn't worth it (but I came to my senses about that one)
22. What was the biggest lie you told in 2009? I really can't think of one... I'm sure I lied though.
23. Did you treat somebody badly in 2009? Probably, but I'm sure they deserved it.
24. Did somebody treat you badly in 2009? Yes, and I wish I had realized it earlier than I did.
25. What was your proudest moment of 2009? Finishing the Portland marathon. Starting a job with a company and promoting to a much higher position in a matter of six months.
26. What was your most embarrassing moment of 2009? Oh I embarrass myself almost daily. One involves my sister telling top-secret, horrifying stories of our youth to people... that was awkward.
27. If you could go back to any moment of 2009 and change something, what would it be? I wouldn't change anything. I learned a lot from everything that happened to me this year, and it was a hell of a year.
28. Where did you work in 2009? At the same place I worked in 2008, then rocked the world of unemployment, then for a super awesome company that I love
29. Favorite TV shows(s) of 2009? There was this brief period where I didn't have TV. I didn't like that.
30. Favorite Band(s) of 2009? Did I mention I love the cast of Glee? They aren't a band though.
31. Favorite Food in 2009? Hmmm... sandwiches? I love sandwiches.
32. Favorite Drink in 2009? Water!
33. Favorite Place in 2009? I migrated a lot this year, so anywhere that I could be with people who love me
34. Favorite person(s) to be with in 2009? I refuse to pick favorites... but my sisters (including the adopted ones), Jason, Shawna, Anne, and everyone else that amuses me
35. Favorite person(s) to talk to in 2009? I have some quality talks with several people. It was a year of deep conversation.
36. Favorite trip in 2009? Probably to Salt Lake City to visit my adopted sister's b-day and drink jell-o shots
37. Favorite stores in 2009? I didn't shop much... I really spent some quality time at Safeway though. Gotta love groceries.
38. Hardest thing you had to go through in 2009? Having my world be upended and deal with unemployment and pseudo homelessness. Sucked.
39. Most exciting moment(s) in 2009? Marathon.
40. Funniest moment(s) in 2009? Oh dear, I am frequently hilarious. Shawna and I have done some ridiculous things I am sure.
2009:
1. Was 2009 good for you? Yes, I think it was. It started out with a pretty destructive bang, but I think I have managed to move on to bigger and better things and I am a lot happier than I was a year ago.
2. What was your favorite moment of the year? Crossing the finish line of the Portland marathon with my loved ones waiting to make sure I didn't fall over dead... that was pretty awesome.
3. What was your worst moment of the year? Last January, having my world turned upside down. No question.
4. Where were you when 2009 began? Dancing in the snow in my hometown.
5. Who were you with? My sister and two close friends
6. Where were you when 2009 ended? Hasn't happened yet, but I will be with my super hot boyfriend and his best friend... location TBD.
7. Did you keep your new years resolution of 2009? One was to run a marathon, so yeah! Go me! According to this survey another was to be more social (check, especially since I moved to a bigger town) and the other was to learn to do a cartwheel. Damn that acrobatic shit, it still fools me.
8. Do you have a new years resolution for 2010? Eat healthier than I have been at the end of 2009. Be happy.
9. Did you fall in love in 2009? Actually, yes. Didn't see that one coming!
10. Did you make any new friends in 2009? Yes! Several. See, I am more social.
11. What was your favorite month of 2009? September was good... October as well. July was fun cause it involved camping and being outside a lot.
12. Why this month? October featured the marathon ass-kicking as well as starting a new, awesome job and settling into a new apartment. So I think overall that wins. September featured my birthday, lots of quality social time, decision to allow the boyfriend to date me (I'm difficult) and moving into the apartment. July = camping and being awesome. All were very good months.
13. Did you travel outside of the US in 2009? I wish!
14. How many different places did you travel to in 2009? Hmmm.... Boise, Salt Lake City, Washington to see the G-parents, camping, Salem... I think that's all? I didn't get out a lot this year.
15. Did you miss anybody in the past year? I miss my sisters (they're too far away) and several friends who are no longer alive.
16. What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2009? Oooh, good question. I really liked "500 Days of Summer" and that's the only one I can think of right now. Also, "Julie & Julia"
17. What was your favorite song from 2009? I have several that got replayed a million times during marathon training... Pretty much anything from Glee, I think.
18. How many concerts or plays did you see in 2009? A couple local bands/people, but that is it, I think
19. Did you have a favorite concert in 2009? Brett Dennen with Shawna was fun, now that I'm remembering what concerts I went to
20. What was your favorite book in 2009? I read the whole Twilight series, I cannot tell a lie.
21. Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year? Read the entire Twilight series. Paid too much attention to a boy who wasn't worth it (but I came to my senses about that one)
22. What was the biggest lie you told in 2009? I really can't think of one... I'm sure I lied though.
23. Did you treat somebody badly in 2009? Probably, but I'm sure they deserved it.
24. Did somebody treat you badly in 2009? Yes, and I wish I had realized it earlier than I did.
25. What was your proudest moment of 2009? Finishing the Portland marathon. Starting a job with a company and promoting to a much higher position in a matter of six months.
26. What was your most embarrassing moment of 2009? Oh I embarrass myself almost daily. One involves my sister telling top-secret, horrifying stories of our youth to people... that was awkward.
27. If you could go back to any moment of 2009 and change something, what would it be? I wouldn't change anything. I learned a lot from everything that happened to me this year, and it was a hell of a year.
28. Where did you work in 2009? At the same place I worked in 2008, then rocked the world of unemployment, then for a super awesome company that I love
29. Favorite TV shows(s) of 2009? There was this brief period where I didn't have TV. I didn't like that.
30. Favorite Band(s) of 2009? Did I mention I love the cast of Glee? They aren't a band though.
31. Favorite Food in 2009? Hmmm... sandwiches? I love sandwiches.
32. Favorite Drink in 2009? Water!
33. Favorite Place in 2009? I migrated a lot this year, so anywhere that I could be with people who love me
34. Favorite person(s) to be with in 2009? I refuse to pick favorites... but my sisters (including the adopted ones), Jason, Shawna, Anne, and everyone else that amuses me
35. Favorite person(s) to talk to in 2009? I have some quality talks with several people. It was a year of deep conversation.
36. Favorite trip in 2009? Probably to Salt Lake City to visit my adopted sister's b-day and drink jell-o shots
37. Favorite stores in 2009? I didn't shop much... I really spent some quality time at Safeway though. Gotta love groceries.
38. Hardest thing you had to go through in 2009? Having my world be upended and deal with unemployment and pseudo homelessness. Sucked.
39. Most exciting moment(s) in 2009? Marathon.
40. Funniest moment(s) in 2009? Oh dear, I am frequently hilarious. Shawna and I have done some ridiculous things I am sure.
Definitely not dead...
So I didn't realize how long my period of silence had been until I got a comment on my last post wondering where the hell we had been. Do not fear, Weetabix, we are still alive.
Really my only excuse is that I've been working (a lot) attempting to run with some sort of regularity (hello, post marathon napping) and surviving the holidays. I dressed up as an elf for my sister's job at an assisted living facility, and it was awesome.
Some highlights of the past few months:
*Ate turkey.
*Hosted Christmas pajama party and had a strange, strange man get incredibly intoxicated and chant thing while passed out on our couch as Shawna and I barricaded ourselves in my room cause we were scared... long story.
*Ate more turkey.
*Tormented my super cute boyfriend, who puts up with me cause he doesn't know better.
*Became addicted to the Facebook game "Sorority Life" which Shawna and I played endlessly for several days before giving it up.
That's about it. Kind of awesome. My new year's resolution is to blog regularly. Sorry!
Really my only excuse is that I've been working (a lot) attempting to run with some sort of regularity (hello, post marathon napping) and surviving the holidays. I dressed up as an elf for my sister's job at an assisted living facility, and it was awesome.
Some highlights of the past few months:
*Ate turkey.
*Hosted Christmas pajama party and had a strange, strange man get incredibly intoxicated and chant thing while passed out on our couch as Shawna and I barricaded ourselves in my room cause we were scared... long story.
*Ate more turkey.
*Tormented my super cute boyfriend, who puts up with me cause he doesn't know better.
*Became addicted to the Facebook game "Sorority Life" which Shawna and I played endlessly for several days before giving it up.
That's about it. Kind of awesome. My new year's resolution is to blog regularly. Sorry!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Yawn.
Last night I spent quality time trying to figure out if an intoxicated Shawna had a concussion after diving through shrubbery and connecting her head with some cement, which led to checking to make sure she was still breathing every 20 minutes as she slept through chaos.
Last night I also panicked after a car crashed into my house at 1 a.m., and I am still amazed that the guy didn't go through the wall.
Last night I really did not sleep much.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Awesome idea.
So I have till December 9 at a super cheap rate at the current gym as part of the trial period... And I had a thought. Why not shop around? A free five day trial here, a free week there... I could hit all the gyms in this town and have winter be over and be able to run outside again. BOO YAH! So thrifty.
Shawna got out of her assessment cause the trainer was sick. As such, she is not currently bruised and bleeding. I was not so lucky... My legs turned black and blue (sexy) and I'm a little scared of the treadmill now.
Did I mention I've gained 10 post-marathon-moving-in-with-Shawna-drinking-beer-eating-pie pounds? Actually it's only 5, as 5 were just cause of my period, but STILL. Beer = good. Offsetting with the treadmill = even better.
Lesson learned...
Shawna got out of her assessment cause the trainer was sick. As such, she is not currently bruised and bleeding. I was not so lucky... My legs turned black and blue (sexy) and I'm a little scared of the treadmill now.
Did I mention I've gained 10 post-marathon-moving-in-with-Shawna-drinking-beer-eating-pie pounds? Actually it's only 5, as 5 were just cause of my period, but STILL. Beer = good. Offsetting with the treadmill = even better.
Lesson learned...
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Blood, sweat, and treadmills.
Tonight I met the male reincarnation of Jillian Michaels. As a result, I am bleeding, bruised, and very well may vomit.
Shawna and I took the plunge, you see, and started on a trial membership at a gym for a month to see if we like it before joining. When you join this particular gym they make you do an assessment whereupon you have a free session with a trainer and they tell you how much you suck. I had my assessment today at 9 p.m. It turns out no one works out at 9 p.m. on a Thursday, which is one thing I had going for me tonight.
The trainer first began asking me about my fitness goals and game plan, etc. My first mistake was wearing my marathon pink-skull t-shirt (Shawna told me to, cause it makes me look hard core). My second mistake was telling him I've lost over 70 pounds and just ran a marathon. Clearly, he had the wrong impression of me after those statements. Hardcore, maybe, but athletic and coordinated? Hardly.
He asked if I was warmed up, and I said no--off to the treadmill we went. He told me to stand on the sides and set the treadmill to a 7.0 mph speed. That's an 8:34 mile. I do not run a mile in 8:34. It went something like this:
Trainer: Okay, jump on.
Me: Um. I'm really slow, just so you know, and not used to treadmills.
Trainer: Oh, you'll be fine, just go for it.
Me: THUMP.
Yes, I face planted. Hard. On I jumped, and back went my feet. I caught myself with my knees and my elbows, which are now bruised and bloody. Of course, that wasn't enough, as then the trainer decided to save me by grabbing the back of my pants and sports bra and lifting me into mid-air. There I was, flying through the air by my clothing, as my pants slid down and I was left thinking, "Oh lord, they're going to see my vagina."
Trainer Man apologized profusely. In my attempts to seem hardcore, I said, "Oh, no worries, but I might bleed on your treadmill."
It didn't end there--I went through his whole, hardcore workout. Think lots of lifting, sweating, grunting, and bleeding through my open treadmill wounds. And he made me jump on one of those little platform things. I see people doing it on The Biggest Loser all the time, and think it looks easy--those bitches are less than easy! Finally, I finished, and he told me he was impressed because I'm hardcore. I ran home and told Shawna all about it, and she claims that she is going to refuse to go on Monday to her assessment. Then we ran to the neighbor's house to tell her about it.
Did I mention I face planted?
Dolly Parton is on Leno right now, and I have to ice my legs. Good night.
Shawna and I took the plunge, you see, and started on a trial membership at a gym for a month to see if we like it before joining. When you join this particular gym they make you do an assessment whereupon you have a free session with a trainer and they tell you how much you suck. I had my assessment today at 9 p.m. It turns out no one works out at 9 p.m. on a Thursday, which is one thing I had going for me tonight.
The trainer first began asking me about my fitness goals and game plan, etc. My first mistake was wearing my marathon pink-skull t-shirt (Shawna told me to, cause it makes me look hard core). My second mistake was telling him I've lost over 70 pounds and just ran a marathon. Clearly, he had the wrong impression of me after those statements. Hardcore, maybe, but athletic and coordinated? Hardly.
He asked if I was warmed up, and I said no--off to the treadmill we went. He told me to stand on the sides and set the treadmill to a 7.0 mph speed. That's an 8:34 mile. I do not run a mile in 8:34. It went something like this:
Trainer: Okay, jump on.
Me: Um. I'm really slow, just so you know, and not used to treadmills.
Trainer: Oh, you'll be fine, just go for it.
Me: THUMP.
Yes, I face planted. Hard. On I jumped, and back went my feet. I caught myself with my knees and my elbows, which are now bruised and bloody. Of course, that wasn't enough, as then the trainer decided to save me by grabbing the back of my pants and sports bra and lifting me into mid-air. There I was, flying through the air by my clothing, as my pants slid down and I was left thinking, "Oh lord, they're going to see my vagina."
Trainer Man apologized profusely. In my attempts to seem hardcore, I said, "Oh, no worries, but I might bleed on your treadmill."
It didn't end there--I went through his whole, hardcore workout. Think lots of lifting, sweating, grunting, and bleeding through my open treadmill wounds. And he made me jump on one of those little platform things. I see people doing it on The Biggest Loser all the time, and think it looks easy--those bitches are less than easy! Finally, I finished, and he told me he was impressed because I'm hardcore. I ran home and told Shawna all about it, and she claims that she is going to refuse to go on Monday to her assessment. Then we ran to the neighbor's house to tell her about it.
Did I mention I face planted?
Dolly Parton is on Leno right now, and I have to ice my legs. Good night.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
So.
I kind of fail at resolutions. Blog regularly? Not so much.
Good news--Shawna and I have actually joined a gym, on a trial basis at the moment to see if we like it, and tonight is the inaugural visit.
That is, if she ever comes home to go with me. Avoidance, maybe?
My new job is awesome, but makes my brain hurt, and I very much need a nap.
What's up, blogging? That's all for today.
Good news--Shawna and I have actually joined a gym, on a trial basis at the moment to see if we like it, and tonight is the inaugural visit.
That is, if she ever comes home to go with me. Avoidance, maybe?
My new job is awesome, but makes my brain hurt, and I very much need a nap.
What's up, blogging? That's all for today.
Monday, November 2, 2009
November resolutions, biotch.
Tonight we discovered that Shawna is the alpha female in our apartment. When we began our roommate adventures, our theory was that I would make Shawna healthier by influencing in our ways. Instead, there has been beer. And cupcakes. And Wednesday night fast food night.
As such, we have decided that I should turn that around and impose my healthy ways on her.
For November, our goals include:
1. Join a cheap (very, very cheap, but hopefully not ghetto fabulous like last winter) gym in order to minimize our beer bellies. We can't give up beer, but we can try to offset it.
2. Shawna: "Take up smoking! (giggle giggle) It's very Parisian." Not a goal. Our goal is to continue not smoking, as smoking is gross and makes me want to die.
3. Eat vegetables. Many vegetables. Less bacon, more spinach. (Shawna just said to put less bacon, more chocolate. NO, no I will not)
4. Replace Wednesday night fast food night with Wednesday night SALAD NIGHT!!!! WOOOOO! (Shawna: "This is ridiculous.") This does include fast food salads. And BLT's, cause BLT's are awesome. (Shawna: "With LIGHT ranch dressing!")
5. Ride our damn bikes at least once before it snows. Those things have been chained to our stoop all month.
6. Blog every other day, at least, as we suck at blogging lately.
7. Enjoy a 10-day long bikram yoga fest, while I wear shiny, silver spandex pants for no reason at all.
8. Read "Julie & Julia" as we've both checked it out twice from the library with little results.
9. Drink water. Lots of water. Hydration is key.
10. Stay awake for the entire showing of "New Moon" at 12:07 on opening night (dressed up, of course, cause we're cool and mature). Caffeine is our friend.
As such, we have decided that I should turn that around and impose my healthy ways on her.
For November, our goals include:
1. Join a cheap (very, very cheap, but hopefully not ghetto fabulous like last winter) gym in order to minimize our beer bellies. We can't give up beer, but we can try to offset it.
2. Shawna: "Take up smoking! (giggle giggle) It's very Parisian." Not a goal. Our goal is to continue not smoking, as smoking is gross and makes me want to die.
3. Eat vegetables. Many vegetables. Less bacon, more spinach. (Shawna just said to put less bacon, more chocolate. NO, no I will not)
4. Replace Wednesday night fast food night with Wednesday night SALAD NIGHT!!!! WOOOOO! (Shawna: "This is ridiculous.") This does include fast food salads. And BLT's, cause BLT's are awesome. (Shawna: "With LIGHT ranch dressing!")
5. Ride our damn bikes at least once before it snows. Those things have been chained to our stoop all month.
6. Blog every other day, at least, as we suck at blogging lately.
7. Enjoy a 10-day long bikram yoga fest, while I wear shiny, silver spandex pants for no reason at all.
8. Read "Julie & Julia" as we've both checked it out twice from the library with little results.
9. Drink water. Lots of water. Hydration is key.
10. Stay awake for the entire showing of "New Moon" at 12:07 on opening night (dressed up, of course, cause we're cool and mature). Caffeine is our friend.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Random things Shawna says that kind of creep me out sometimes
It's come to my attention that Shawna is incredibly random. Last night I attempted to give her away on Facebook but it didn't work. In the past few days, she has said things such as:
Me: I'm going to bed.
Shawna: I hate when you go to bed! We never bond! You're always asleep!
Me: I'm sorry! I'm sleepy! Don't be mad at me!
Shawna: I'm only mad cause I like you so much!
Shawna: (touching her super-glued fingers to my arm)
Me: Don't touch me!
Shawna: JUST FEEL ME!
Me: (sleeping)
Shawna: BLOODY MARY! (while standing in my room and scaring the shit out of me)
I can't remember the others. But she's an odd roommate. It keeps me entertained.
Me: I'm going to bed.
Shawna: I hate when you go to bed! We never bond! You're always asleep!
Me: I'm sorry! I'm sleepy! Don't be mad at me!
Shawna: I'm only mad cause I like you so much!
Shawna: (touching her super-glued fingers to my arm)
Me: Don't touch me!
Shawna: JUST FEEL ME!
Me: (sleeping)
Shawna: BLOODY MARY! (while standing in my room and scaring the shit out of me)
I can't remember the others. But she's an odd roommate. It keeps me entertained.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Boo yah!
I ran 4.15 miles this evening. It was pleasant, with many autumn leaves to look at, and I kind of rocked it seeing as how I've only run once since my marathon. It reminded me that I do, in fact, enjoy running. Good to know.
Today I learned two things that made me very happy, one related to my health and one related to my job. Rock on.
It was a good day. Now if only I were a more dedicated blogger... Ha. Details of adventures to follow, as Shawna and I will be attending a Rocky Horror Picture Show event on Friday (with full-on tranny outfits) as well as celebrating Halloween with several beers on Saturday. I'm liking fall so far.
Today I learned two things that made me very happy, one related to my health and one related to my job. Rock on.
It was a good day. Now if only I were a more dedicated blogger... Ha. Details of adventures to follow, as Shawna and I will be attending a Rocky Horror Picture Show event on Friday (with full-on tranny outfits) as well as celebrating Halloween with several beers on Saturday. I'm liking fall so far.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Like an 80-year-old woman...
I went for my first post-marathon run today--it took me exactly three weeks before I felt the urge to run again. Well, I suppose I felt the urge, but feeling like going for a run and mentally convincing myself to go running are different things entirely.
My ipod totally froze, thus the lack of record of said run. But it happened... I ran about three miles, through the lovely fall leaves in the park and up the running trail. I really enjoy living downtown with awesome running locations available just outside my door.
It hurt a little. I'm an old woman, clearly. Perhaps I shouldn't take a three week running vacation anymore?
Now, time to make butternut squash soup.
My ipod totally froze, thus the lack of record of said run. But it happened... I ran about three miles, through the lovely fall leaves in the park and up the running trail. I really enjoy living downtown with awesome running locations available just outside my door.
It hurt a little. I'm an old woman, clearly. Perhaps I shouldn't take a three week running vacation anymore?
Now, time to make butternut squash soup.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Rest, rest, glorious rest.
It has been two and a half weeks since I ran the marathon. In that time, I have not run once. I've gone on a tiny hike, and walked places, and cleaned house, and unpacked after moving, and started a new job. But my running shoes remain firmly in the closet, and my ipod still boasts of a last run consisting of 26.3 miles.
I'm okay with this. I'm thinking I might be ready to run again by this weekend, but as of yet I haven't had the urge. Running that much for month after month really had me worn out. Besides training for a marathon (as if that's not enough) I was dealing with heartbreak, career change, trying to figure out where I was going to live, other crap that does not need to be publicized on my little blog, etc. I'm glad I had the marathon to focus on, but right now I am also glad to take a little breather.
Fast forward a couple months after training began: marathon is conquered (hell yeah), I have a new (incredibly handsome and charming) boyfriend that makes me happy, I share an apartment with my good pal Shawna, my new career rocks, and I am happy.
Hell yeah! Now, time for my nap...
I'm okay with this. I'm thinking I might be ready to run again by this weekend, but as of yet I haven't had the urge. Running that much for month after month really had me worn out. Besides training for a marathon (as if that's not enough) I was dealing with heartbreak, career change, trying to figure out where I was going to live, other crap that does not need to be publicized on my little blog, etc. I'm glad I had the marathon to focus on, but right now I am also glad to take a little breather.
Fast forward a couple months after training began: marathon is conquered (hell yeah), I have a new (incredibly handsome and charming) boyfriend that makes me happy, I share an apartment with my good pal Shawna, my new career rocks, and I am happy.
Hell yeah! Now, time for my nap...
Monday, October 19, 2009
Couch!
Shawna and I are now the proud owners of a purple couch. He is very comfy, and we named him Francois.
We also moved him in a minivan, from which it was very difficult for me to escape.
Also, Mini Leslie is taunting me from the sidebar. Yes, I am aware that I have not run since the marathon. That takes a lot out of girl, biotch!
Good night.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Domestic goddess?
A couple days ago I was cleaning up a broken glass/smoothie disaster when I sliced my toe open on a shard of glass and found myself lying on the bathroom floor, leg in the air, calling my mother in a panic and saying, "There aren't any major arteries in your toes, right?" My house looked like a murder scene. Never have I seen a tiny cut bleed so much... I was lightheaded due to loss of blood. Cleaning + me = occasional disaster.
This morning I was cooking breakfast for company, and created pomegranate/bluberry pancakes as well as huevos con chorizo without disaster...well, except for the disaster of genre mixing, but oh well. I also decided to make hashbrowns, seeing as how we have twelve million potatoes, and somehow created a mass of potatoes that did not resemble hash browns. They tasted like potatoes, yes, but I'm not sure what they were. Apparently my cooking skills are in desperate need of attention. I'm excellent at the "single lady eating while standing over the sink" sort of cooking, but cooking actual meals for actual people has resulted in some less than desirable concoctions lately. I used to be able to cook, I swear!
This evening I was ironing some pants for work (turns out they expect you to look professional when they give you your own office, name plate, and business cards... terrible burden for those of us who don't notice wrinkles and sometimes still wear size 16 pants that are too big). Ironing + me = wrinkle domination, typically. The problem is that I don't have an ironing board in the new house, so I was using an ottoman and sitting on the floor. I was holding the iron on the hem for a second when all of a sudden smoke billowed up and I screamed in horror. The ottoman appears to be made of some type of very synthetic (and very melt-able/flammable) material. My iron seemed to be ruined, and I have a burn mark consisting of half an iron imprinted on my ottoman. I will pay someone if they can figure out how to fix such things! I did manage to get the synthetic crap off the iron, and then I finished my ironing on the flame retardent kitchen counter. Pants for work tomorrow--check. Glaringly damaged ottoman--check.
Martha Stewart would be ashamed.
This morning I was cooking breakfast for company, and created pomegranate/bluberry pancakes as well as huevos con chorizo without disaster...well, except for the disaster of genre mixing, but oh well. I also decided to make hashbrowns, seeing as how we have twelve million potatoes, and somehow created a mass of potatoes that did not resemble hash browns. They tasted like potatoes, yes, but I'm not sure what they were. Apparently my cooking skills are in desperate need of attention. I'm excellent at the "single lady eating while standing over the sink" sort of cooking, but cooking actual meals for actual people has resulted in some less than desirable concoctions lately. I used to be able to cook, I swear!
This evening I was ironing some pants for work (turns out they expect you to look professional when they give you your own office, name plate, and business cards... terrible burden for those of us who don't notice wrinkles and sometimes still wear size 16 pants that are too big). Ironing + me = wrinkle domination, typically. The problem is that I don't have an ironing board in the new house, so I was using an ottoman and sitting on the floor. I was holding the iron on the hem for a second when all of a sudden smoke billowed up and I screamed in horror. The ottoman appears to be made of some type of very synthetic (and very melt-able/flammable) material. My iron seemed to be ruined, and I have a burn mark consisting of half an iron imprinted on my ottoman. I will pay someone if they can figure out how to fix such things! I did manage to get the synthetic crap off the iron, and then I finished my ironing on the flame retardent kitchen counter. Pants for work tomorrow--check. Glaringly damaged ottoman--check.
Martha Stewart would be ashamed.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Art is a bitch to create.
Shawna and I are supposed to be painting glorious works of inspired genius for our empty wall in our new apartment... instead I am drinking pumpkin beer and checking my e-mail while she dances around the house to songs from "Gentleman Prefer Blondes."
Productivity at its best.
Productivity at its best.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I kicked marathon ass.
So... I meant to blog about my marathon on Monday. Then Tuesday. Then Wednesday. And now today! Nothing like procrastination, right?
I started off my weekend by going to dinner at the new boyfriend's house along with my BFF from college (and heterosexual life mate) and her boyfriend. We spent Saturday meandering about Portland and such, and I ate a delicious sandwich full of vegetables. That evening I spent eating carbs with some old pals, and then it was off to bed at an early hour to prepare.
Sunday morning I woke up, and I was cold. Seriously, it was damn cold. I got ready, complete with a bright pink shirt with sparkly skull and crossbones on the front (Shawna picked it out), energy gels down my bra, and fierce marathon face, and we set out.
Pretty much my emotions went something like this during the race:
Mile 1: Oh hell yes, I can run 25.2 more miles.
Mile 3: Britney Spears is lovely.
Mile 7: Am I done yet?
Mile 10: Hell yeah!
Mile 13: Only halfway... really?
Mile 16: Oh hell.
Mile 17: Haha, doughnuts.
Mile 20: Oh my word.
Mile 20.1253425: Shit.
Mile 22: Someone punch me in the face.
Mile 23: Really... punch me.
Mile 25: Almost there! Almost there!
Mile 26.2: HELL YEAH!
At mile 17 my cheering squad met up with me and the boyfriend ran along side me and gave me a bite of a maple bar with bacon on it. Ahhh, Portland.
Other noteworthy events: I saw the guy from my half marathon in April that I chased for 8 miles cause I wanted to beat him. He got faster in our time apart... bastard. Also, I saw someone dressed as Wonder Woman and we should be best friends. At the beginning I met two women who raised money for cancer research because one's 3-year-old son has leukemia. That really put things in perspective for me--yeah, I've had a whirlwind year, but that lady really has problems. I hope that her son is okay, and I'm so impressed that she trained for a marathon while dealing with all that.
Basically, I ran a marathon, and I'm so glad I'm done, and I nearly hurled at the end and my stomach was upset for awhile due to soooo. much. running. I don't think I ever hit a wall like people say you do--I think the whole damn thing is a wall. A wall I kicked down, bitches!
Some pictures:
I started off my weekend by going to dinner at the new boyfriend's house along with my BFF from college (and heterosexual life mate) and her boyfriend. We spent Saturday meandering about Portland and such, and I ate a delicious sandwich full of vegetables. That evening I spent eating carbs with some old pals, and then it was off to bed at an early hour to prepare.
Sunday morning I woke up, and I was cold. Seriously, it was damn cold. I got ready, complete with a bright pink shirt with sparkly skull and crossbones on the front (Shawna picked it out), energy gels down my bra, and fierce marathon face, and we set out.
Pretty much my emotions went something like this during the race:
Mile 1: Oh hell yes, I can run 25.2 more miles.
Mile 3: Britney Spears is lovely.
Mile 7: Am I done yet?
Mile 10: Hell yeah!
Mile 13: Only halfway... really?
Mile 16: Oh hell.
Mile 17: Haha, doughnuts.
Mile 20: Oh my word.
Mile 20.1253425: Shit.
Mile 22: Someone punch me in the face.
Mile 23: Really... punch me.
Mile 25: Almost there! Almost there!
Mile 26.2: HELL YEAH!
At mile 17 my cheering squad met up with me and the boyfriend ran along side me and gave me a bite of a maple bar with bacon on it. Ahhh, Portland.
Other noteworthy events: I saw the guy from my half marathon in April that I chased for 8 miles cause I wanted to beat him. He got faster in our time apart... bastard. Also, I saw someone dressed as Wonder Woman and we should be best friends. At the beginning I met two women who raised money for cancer research because one's 3-year-old son has leukemia. That really put things in perspective for me--yeah, I've had a whirlwind year, but that lady really has problems. I hope that her son is okay, and I'm so impressed that she trained for a marathon while dealing with all that.
Basically, I ran a marathon, and I'm so glad I'm done, and I nearly hurled at the end and my stomach was upset for awhile due to soooo. much. running. I don't think I ever hit a wall like people say you do--I think the whole damn thing is a wall. A wall I kicked down, bitches!
Some pictures:
Monday, October 5, 2009
Marathon: hell yeah!
5:10:48... 26.2 miles... Freak yes, I finished!
Details to follow... I also started a brand new job today and have to watch a movie about the roller derby this evening. I'm a busy woman. And I'm very sore.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Rise and shine.
It is currently 5:36 a.m. I am up to go run a few miles, the last of many that I've run in preparation for this marathon. I can run a marathon, right?
It's very, very dark out there. Damn fall.
Okay, Sunday, bring it on.
It's very, very dark out there. Damn fall.
Okay, Sunday, bring it on.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
We are creepy neighbors.
The other day Leslie's sister and I were sitting in the living room and, lucky for us, our wide blinds are positioned just right for one-way neighbor spying. We were ogling the tattooed neighbor boy as he tied his shoes on his front stoop and did other neighborish things. I knew that he was moving, and as I just looked out the front window to spy on him again I noticed that all of his things are gone from his apartment. This is a sad, sad day for me.
Picture this...
So there I am, in all my birthday glory, looking really fabulous in my suit, having a great time with my sister and handsome new boyfriend, and laughing with all my pals. I look particularly lovely and my ass is smaller than normal due to the fact that I'm going to run a marathon on Sunday (vomit--so nervous).
And now, please, imagine having the ex-douchebag boy that created all sorts of havoc in my life in the same bar. I didn't know about this until today, but apparently I got some super awesome secret revenge by ignoring the fact that he was even there. That's probably because I didn't know about it.
Rock. on.
And now, please, imagine having the ex-douchebag boy that created all sorts of havoc in my life in the same bar. I didn't know about this until today, but apparently I got some super awesome secret revenge by ignoring the fact that he was even there. That's probably because I didn't know about it.
Rock. on.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
An excellent evening of cheese and paint.
Tonight Leslie, our friend Anne, and I all had a wonderful evening beginning with us cooking a gourmet meal of macaroni and cheese (with peas, bacon, mozzarella cheese, and puffy Cheetos added in) and another cheesy twisty pasta. Following that we went and bought Nutella, cream slushies from Sonics, and a bargain pack of canvasses that Leslie proceeded to paint a large banana on when we got back to our apartment. It was rather odd and creepy.
What a glorious evening in our new place! What adventurous souls we are.
What a glorious evening in our new place! What adventurous souls we are.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Haircuts for everyone!
I'm getting a haircut tonight! Yay yay yay! I've been on the internet looking at styles I like, and I usually end up getting a similar bob. I know I'm boring, but I can't help thinking that these are the cutest haircuts in the world:
I'm going to feel like a brand spanking new woman in my new extremely Parisian apartment with Leslie.
I'm going to feel like a brand spanking new woman in my new extremely Parisian apartment with Leslie.
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