Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
What is it with me and mud?
I have no idea why, but I'm finding the idea of events involving mud and being rugged totally entertaining lately.
My running buddy and I signed up for a trail run at the end of the month wherein you have to run through rives and mud and whatnot. This seemed like an excellent idea at the time.
And now, some other friends convinced me to join them in the glory that is the Warrior Dash!
It just sounds so interesting. It's like playing in the mud when you were little, but better, cause you get a funny hat.
My running buddy and I signed up for a trail run at the end of the month wherein you have to run through rives and mud and whatnot. This seemed like an excellent idea at the time.
And now, some other friends convinced me to join them in the glory that is the Warrior Dash!
It just sounds so interesting. It's like playing in the mud when you were little, but better, cause you get a funny hat.
Things I'm really good at lately...
1. Sitting on the couch watching trashy television while drinking a diet Sprite with vanilla from Sonic. This is my happy time, typically occurring on Tuesdays.
2. Napping.
3. Finding things to wear scarves with. I'm just really into scarves lately. Perhaps I should have more than three that I constantly rotate?
4. Making things out of beef, due to the fact that my parents gave me some organic, grass-fed beef from their friend's ranch. It tastes like heaven, in meat form.
5. Discovering items at Goodwill that I originally think are ugly, then show them to Shawna and realize they are really cute and I shouldn't have let her steal them away from me. Oh, yellow shoes, I will be borrowing you.
2. Napping.
3. Finding things to wear scarves with. I'm just really into scarves lately. Perhaps I should have more than three that I constantly rotate?
4. Making things out of beef, due to the fact that my parents gave me some organic, grass-fed beef from their friend's ranch. It tastes like heaven, in meat form.
5. Discovering items at Goodwill that I originally think are ugly, then show them to Shawna and realize they are really cute and I shouldn't have let her steal them away from me. Oh, yellow shoes, I will be borrowing you.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Goodbye 2010....
So, that year kinda sucked. There were some good things, some really good things, and then the last half of it really took a downward spiral for some reason. I'm trying not to let the bad memories take away from the happy memories. Also, I discovered that I have a really good set of friends and family surrounding me.
I'm hoping 2011 is better. A lot better. And although I think New Year's Resolutions are kind of silly, here are mine. I decided to do 11 for 2011.
1. Run another marathon. June 4, here I come!
2. Obtain a new 5K PR. Or at least be as fast as I once was, haha.
3. Figure out my finances.
4. Be awesome, and hardcore--which involves completing several events I am excited about--namely the Warrior Dash next September, which is a 3 mile obstacle course involving mud, fire, and glory.
5. Help my best pal have an excellent wedding, cause she's pretty cool.
6. Go on vacation somewhere warm for my 27th b-day on the 27th of September. This is highly contingent on my finances.
7. Write some stuff, since I used to do that for a living or whatever.
8. Make. pants. fit.
9. Drink at least 64 ounces of water every day.
10. Teach Shawna to clean the bathroom, cause she never has.
11. Cook a new recipe per week. (I got the "Nancy Drew Cookbook" for Christmas, haha, and it is amazing!)
We'll see about that.
Upon further reflection, I discovered these were my goals last year:
1. Be happy.
2. Run more (signed up for a 15k in Salem on Feb. 7 as a method of forcing myself to work out)
3. Eat healthier (Shawna's roommate influence will not bring me down! Just say no to frozen burritos!)
4. Spend more time with my family (if a trip to England can be worked into this, that would be ideal)
5. Take control of my financial situation (thus making a trip to England most likely impossible)
I'd say I gave all of those a shot, but you'll notice they're strikingly similar to my 2011 resolutions. Some things never change...
I'm hoping 2011 is better. A lot better. And although I think New Year's Resolutions are kind of silly, here are mine. I decided to do 11 for 2011.
1. Run another marathon. June 4, here I come!
2. Obtain a new 5K PR. Or at least be as fast as I once was, haha.
3. Figure out my finances.
4. Be awesome, and hardcore--which involves completing several events I am excited about--namely the Warrior Dash next September, which is a 3 mile obstacle course involving mud, fire, and glory.
5. Help my best pal have an excellent wedding, cause she's pretty cool.
6. Go on vacation somewhere warm for my 27th b-day on the 27th of September. This is highly contingent on my finances.
7. Write some stuff, since I used to do that for a living or whatever.
8. Make. pants. fit.
9. Drink at least 64 ounces of water every day.
10. Teach Shawna to clean the bathroom, cause she never has.
11. Cook a new recipe per week. (I got the "Nancy Drew Cookbook" for Christmas, haha, and it is amazing!)
We'll see about that.
Upon further reflection, I discovered these were my goals last year:
1. Be happy.
2. Run more (signed up for a 15k in Salem on Feb. 7 as a method of forcing myself to work out)
3. Eat healthier (Shawna's roommate influence will not bring me down! Just say no to frozen burritos!)
4. Spend more time with my family (if a trip to England can be worked into this, that would be ideal)
5. Take control of my financial situation (thus making a trip to England most likely impossible)
I'd say I gave all of those a shot, but you'll notice they're strikingly similar to my 2011 resolutions. Some things never change...
Monday, December 27, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Letter to Me
Dear Self,
It is almost the end of 2010. You really, really need to snap out of it.
You used to be a runner. You used to eat lots and lots of vegetables. You used to be a happy, bubbly, overly enthusiastic person. There is no reason why you cannot get back to that.
I want you to stop feeling like no one will love you. And smile more. And maybe update your blog more regularly.
Quit sucking at life, please and thank you.
Love,
Me
It is almost the end of 2010. You really, really need to snap out of it.
You used to be a runner. You used to eat lots and lots of vegetables. You used to be a happy, bubbly, overly enthusiastic person. There is no reason why you cannot get back to that.
I want you to stop feeling like no one will love you. And smile more. And maybe update your blog more regularly.
Quit sucking at life, please and thank you.
Love,
Me
Monday, November 29, 2010
Things I did this holiday weekend.
1. Reverted to my college days, with my college pal Shawna, and was drunk two nights in a row.
2. Sang karaoke. Oh, I love me some Reba.
3. Drank Gatorade.
4. Face planted on a hill while holding hands with Shawna, then laughed for five minutes in attempt to get up.
5. Went sledding at 1 a.m. with strangers in the park across the street.
6. Nicknamed a first year med student "Dr. David" and asked him medical advice, then told people it was his birthday so he could get free drinks. Also lied and told people he was a pediatrician.
7. Laughed.
8. Cried.
9. Decorated for Christmas.
10. Ate turkey, and stuffing, and pie.
11. Caught a cold, which makes chicken soup very necessary right now. Perhaps from all the drinking and playing in the snow?
12. Had a "rugged photo shoot" with Shawna.
13. Had a light saber battle with a three-year-old.
14. Ate chicken strips and gravy.
15. Witnessed a Christmas tree lighting.
16. Spread Christmas cheer.
17. Stayed up all night to Black Friday shop, which was a horrible idea.
18. Baked a pie, and cookies.
19. Made a paper snow flake.
20. Napped.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Some of my new heroes.
Go here, and be amazed. Sometimes I really love the things I randomly find on the Internet.
Everything is better with glitter.
S is for Saturday... and sweatpants.
I'm at work right now, taking a break from paperwork to write a blog, and wearing my sweatpants. There are benefits to working overtime on the weekend when no one else is here (except for the fact that someone else was here, and saw me dressed like this, which is awkward).
I'm also reading "rockstar diaries" which I am newly obsessed with, drinking coffee, and listening to Carrie Underwood. I'm really bad at working overtime, it seems. All I really want to do is curl up on my lovely purple couch, with my snuggie, and take a nap.
Last night Shawna and I had a bunch of people over for game night, and they were all discussing something that happened to one of their coworkers. It's something that recently happened to me as well, and my heart hurts for this woman. I feel like my heart shouldn't be allowed to hurt, and since our situations are different, I feel guilty for comparing our circumstances at all. But I know on some degree what she is feeling, and I wish that I could take that feeling away for her.
All I could do was sit there, in silence, and be sad inside, but not in a way that I could let other people see. Because I can't allow myself to be sad, or grieve, because I think it was my fault. And I think that no one really gets that.
It's one of those things that I don't think you can really get, until it happens. It's not something I can talk about to people, and although I've told people closest to me (and a few others, just at random), it's not something I can explain or process.
One of my coworkers learned about recent events in my life, and left me a letter in my mailbox at work. All it contained was an essay, with a note at the end that said, "I have been there. And I'm sorry."
It made me burst into tears, and we never talked about it, except when I e-mailed her and said, "Thank you. That meant more to me than you know." She wrote back. "Dude--anytime."
I think she gets it.
Probably, I need therapy. And a hug. And a nap. And my snuggie. But all I have is this stack of paperwork, and my Saturday of hanging out in my office in my sweatpants.
I'll feel better about this someday, right?
I'm also reading "rockstar diaries" which I am newly obsessed with, drinking coffee, and listening to Carrie Underwood. I'm really bad at working overtime, it seems. All I really want to do is curl up on my lovely purple couch, with my snuggie, and take a nap.
Last night Shawna and I had a bunch of people over for game night, and they were all discussing something that happened to one of their coworkers. It's something that recently happened to me as well, and my heart hurts for this woman. I feel like my heart shouldn't be allowed to hurt, and since our situations are different, I feel guilty for comparing our circumstances at all. But I know on some degree what she is feeling, and I wish that I could take that feeling away for her.
All I could do was sit there, in silence, and be sad inside, but not in a way that I could let other people see. Because I can't allow myself to be sad, or grieve, because I think it was my fault. And I think that no one really gets that.
It's one of those things that I don't think you can really get, until it happens. It's not something I can talk about to people, and although I've told people closest to me (and a few others, just at random), it's not something I can explain or process.
One of my coworkers learned about recent events in my life, and left me a letter in my mailbox at work. All it contained was an essay, with a note at the end that said, "I have been there. And I'm sorry."
It made me burst into tears, and we never talked about it, except when I e-mailed her and said, "Thank you. That meant more to me than you know." She wrote back. "Dude--anytime."
I think she gets it.
Probably, I need therapy. And a hug. And a nap. And my snuggie. But all I have is this stack of paperwork, and my Saturday of hanging out in my office in my sweatpants.
I'll feel better about this someday, right?
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