Quote of the Day: "60% of the time, it works all the time..." - Anchorman
Running is officially more hazardous to my health then smoking...
As you may or may not know, i ran a 20k race last Saturday. I finished in 2:25:04. The full marathon winners blew by me at (my) mile 12, (their) mile 25. I cheered for them since they are impressive. They didn't even look like they had broken a sweat, meanwhile, i was limping along, begging boyfriend to let me sit on the curb and amputate my legs. Graceful is not in my vocabulary.
Fortunately, Boyfriend made me suck it up, I finished the race, got my chocolate milk and shiny finisher medal. I felt pretty good about that. What I did not feel good about was the pain in my left foot. My legs were sore (by "sore", I mean "felt like every muscle fiber had died a slow torturous death") but my foot HURT. It had been hurting whenever I walked or ran for the past couple of weeks but I assumed that was because it was supposed to hurt. All the exercise that i've been doing for the past year has caused pain in part or all of my body, so I figured that was just part of the price I pay for greatness. okay, mediocrityness. But apparently, it's not supposed to hurt as much as I thought. I stress fractured my left foot. Fun. 6 weeks of no running (darn). I can swim, though, and Boyfriend is not letting me off the hook that easily. He's such a slave driver!
Lessons Learned While Working from Home...
Since we have all this wood to burn in the fireplace (from the trees that got cut down), I've been having a cozy little fire going most of the time I'm home. Including last week, when it was like 70 degrees out everyday and I was working from my kitchen table. I burn so much that the embers never really have a chance to die down. I learned this the HARD WAY. Well, the almost really hard way. More like the Medium Way. I clean out the fireplace each time before I start another fire. All I have to put the ash in are paper grocery bags. I had filled one up, so I placed it in the garage to be put out with the garbage. Fast forward a couple hours later...I smelled smoke. But it was different smoke than the kind going up the chimney from the fireplace. I have a sensitive sense of smell I guess. I hobbled over to the door leading into the garage and *cough* *cough*. There was a little smoke. I opened up the garage door to let the smoke out. On the ground where the paper bad of ash had been was a smoking pile of ashes. I grabbed the hose and washed it all away. Apparently, there were still some hidden embers that slowly smoldered in the ash and then smoldered the grocery bag. It wasn't really a fire but I'm glad that Boyfriend wasn't around, because I'm sure he would have enjoyed giving me a hard time for "almost burning down the house". He's very dramatic. So, Lesson Learned #1: Do not put fireplace ash into a paper bag unless 100% sure there are no hidden embers waiting to ignite the bag.
My dog doesn't make a sound all day. Unless I am on a phone call. And I'm the one talking so I'm not on mute. Lesson Learned #2: My dog loves being disruptive during important phone calls.
I just installed a new touch sensor kitchen faucet. Besides wanting to marry it and have it's perfect little babies, it also provides me with entertainment. My girl kitten, Lucy, no longer finds the water pistol to be a threat. She waits until you squirt her from close range, then smacks the pistol. This is making it difficult to keep her off the counters. One day, while i was home working last week, she got up on the counter and accidentally touched the faucet with her face. The water came on and scared the hell out of her! She jumped right off the counter. It was kind of hysterical. Lesson Learned #3: My kitten is fearless in the face of everything, except touch sensitive water faucets. Ha!
So, now I'm back at the office and I'd much rather be at home. Wearing a shoe on my hurt foot is not comfortable at all and everything is really far away.
Jenn - No races for a while...
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Feeling kinda lazy about work today...soo....
Quote of the Day: The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us." - Bill Watterson, Creator Calvin and Hobbes
Just a bunch of Random Thoughts...
- This morning, on my way to work, I noticed a gaggle of Canadian Geese building a tent city in a field next to work. I HATE Canadian Geese. They are ugly, not at all graceful, the have a blood lust gleam in their eyes and blood covered fangs (no one ever believes me about this, but it's true!). They do that weird sideways "I can see you coming towards me but will not look directly at you as I creepily walk away" walk. My dog eats their poop every chance she gets which is both gross and annoying. I just find them to be a generally worthless bird that I'm not allowed to kick because they are protected or something. Plus, I'm pretty sure if one came at me and I did try to kick it, it would grab my foot with it's claws and ninja flip me onto my back so it could peck my eyes out. *shudders* stupid creepy geese.
- As a child, I used to walk to/from school every day. It was about a mile and no matter what the weather, I was walking. This means that in the freezing cold, rain, snow, whatever, I was walking. And I did it every day. Now, I find that I'm annoyed if I have to park 10 feet further away when it's cold. In my defense, the parking lot at my work is REALLY far from the entrance. Like .2 miles or something crazy. But still, I don't know what's happened to me that I could manage a 15-20 minute walk in all sorts of conditions twice a day for the majority of my younger years and now I'm pissed if I have to spend an extra 10 seconds outside when it's cold. I've become a wuss. I really do hate the cold, though.
- A few weeks ago, we had to have a few trees cut down. One was dead, one was banging against the house, one was an accident by the tree-cutters. You may or may not recall. Well, all those trees were lying around our yard because we decided to keep them for firewood. We had the kids last weekend and it was the first time since I've known the minions that I've been able to find something that all three boys like to do. Chop wood. Boyfriend "supervised" to ensure no one cut a limb off on accident. The ax/sledge hammer was almost as big as M, the 10-year-old, but they all took turns cutting up wood. All weekend. It was awesome. They were out there like 10 hours over the course of Saturday/Sunday. It took them each like 20-30 minutes just to get one log chopped up into usable sized wood. There was a lot of ax bouncing off the wood chops. But they were very proud of themselves and their giant "man muscles". G, the 14-year-old, who I didn't think I would ever convince to put down Halo and go outside was all about chopping wood. They come over today and I wouldn't be surprised if he offered to chop some more today. Unless their mom tells them they are not allowed. She likes to do that. Every time the really seem to enjoy some activity at our house, she finds some reason to tell them why they can't do it anymore. And they are all such tattletales and I guess fear her wrath that they listen. So, we shall see.
- Boyfriend and I watched a movie on Netfix Sunday night called Gamer. It's about the future and how this guy invents a way to implant nanochips or whatever in people's brains so that they can be controlled by other people in video games. His first invention was a Sim City sort of game with people being paid to be the characters and other people paying to control them. The second game (and the purpose of the movie) is a Call of Duty type shooter where death row inmates are the players being controlled and if whoever is paying to control them gets them through 30 battles alive, they get to go free. It has Gerard Butler (300), so I was like "aw, yeah, i'm totally watching this!". So, it's VIOLENT. Imagine Call of Duty with real people getting killed and Percy Jackson (Logan Lerham) controlling Gerard Butler's character who's trying to get through this alive. There's more to it, but you get the idea. Now getting to why I brought this up. The wife of Gerard Butler's character is one of the people who gets paid to be a real life SIM character. Only it's like deviant SIM where the people controlling the characters just basically dress them whorishly and everyone is doing it. And the guy controlling the wife is GROSS. He's a GIANT fat guy who is shown naked (well, you don't see his man parts, but I'm assuming that he's naked) and sweaty and like really into making this chick do degrading stuff. Now getting to why I brought you all here. I want to know what the casting call for that part is? "Obscenely obese, sweaty male pervert needed for role as disgusting degenerate in upcoming hollywood film"? And WHO ANSWERS THAT CALL?!?! Like, this dude is so desperate to break into the movie business and he's so ginormously giant and he knows this is his one big break? I looked it up. He's played fat men before. I would think that at some point in your acting career, if you are only able to answer casting calls for roles like "fat guy", "Eating champion", or "degenerate sweaty fat guy in electric chair playing video games" maybe it's time to shed a few pounds. Yeah, no one ever said I was a nice person.
- In Indianapolis' continuing effort to bring back 80's/90's music and one-hit-wonders, All 4 Love by Color Me Badd (with 2 ds so as to let you know that they are really really bad) was on the radio a few mornings ago. That's right. Color. Me. Frickin'. Badd. It was during that song that I realized that my memories are 100% dependent on music. I have almost no recollection of my childhood or teen years. I was looking through my old yearbooks the other day and there was a picture of me with some girls from school at my mom's house (i did recognize the heinous chair and bookshelf covered in crap) but I had NO recollection of those girls ever being at my house or why they would be there. That's a little scary. This happens to me most of the time. I look at a picture and I realize I must have been there because I'm in the picture but I will have no recall of where the picture was taken (without obvious clues like my mother's ugly chair) or what I was doing at the time the picture was taken. But the minute stupid Color Me Badd comes on, I am immediately back in 8th grade, hanging out with Michelle, Sherri, Kerri and Lisa. It's so freaking weird. This has led me to the conclusion that for whatever reason, my memories are linked to music and if no music was playing at the time that something is happening, it will be like it never happened in my mind. Thank god Marisa, Kate, and Judy used to force me to listen to that crappy oldies station every Saturday night when they came over or else I would have no memory of high school. So now I just have to play music 24/7 so that I can remember my 30's. My 20's weren't that great so losing them won't be too sad for me. Nuts.
- Well, my race is on Saturday. It's going to be cold. I'm a bit nervous. I was sick last week and my left arch and ankle have been hurting quite a bit for the last couple of weeks, so I haven't really been running that much. I'm sure I'll get through it but I'm also afraid that I might do some actual damage to the ankle. I ran a little the other day and after the first mile, the ankle didn't hurt as much, so i'm hoping that it will get to feeling better as I run. I guess we'll see. I plan on going to bed at like 7pm tomorrow night because I have to get up ass early on Saturday to go run in the cold. Sweet.
Well, that's all I've got for now. I need to drink this giant Cherry Coke so that I don't fall asleep right now and I have loads of work to do before the day is done.
- Jenn...Some days there is neither rhyme nor reason...
Just a bunch of Random Thoughts...
- This morning, on my way to work, I noticed a gaggle of Canadian Geese building a tent city in a field next to work. I HATE Canadian Geese. They are ugly, not at all graceful, the have a blood lust gleam in their eyes and blood covered fangs (no one ever believes me about this, but it's true!). They do that weird sideways "I can see you coming towards me but will not look directly at you as I creepily walk away" walk. My dog eats their poop every chance she gets which is both gross and annoying. I just find them to be a generally worthless bird that I'm not allowed to kick because they are protected or something. Plus, I'm pretty sure if one came at me and I did try to kick it, it would grab my foot with it's claws and ninja flip me onto my back so it could peck my eyes out. *shudders* stupid creepy geese.
- As a child, I used to walk to/from school every day. It was about a mile and no matter what the weather, I was walking. This means that in the freezing cold, rain, snow, whatever, I was walking. And I did it every day. Now, I find that I'm annoyed if I have to park 10 feet further away when it's cold. In my defense, the parking lot at my work is REALLY far from the entrance. Like .2 miles or something crazy. But still, I don't know what's happened to me that I could manage a 15-20 minute walk in all sorts of conditions twice a day for the majority of my younger years and now I'm pissed if I have to spend an extra 10 seconds outside when it's cold. I've become a wuss. I really do hate the cold, though.
- A few weeks ago, we had to have a few trees cut down. One was dead, one was banging against the house, one was an accident by the tree-cutters. You may or may not recall. Well, all those trees were lying around our yard because we decided to keep them for firewood. We had the kids last weekend and it was the first time since I've known the minions that I've been able to find something that all three boys like to do. Chop wood. Boyfriend "supervised" to ensure no one cut a limb off on accident. The ax/sledge hammer was almost as big as M, the 10-year-old, but they all took turns cutting up wood. All weekend. It was awesome. They were out there like 10 hours over the course of Saturday/Sunday. It took them each like 20-30 minutes just to get one log chopped up into usable sized wood. There was a lot of ax bouncing off the wood chops. But they were very proud of themselves and their giant "man muscles". G, the 14-year-old, who I didn't think I would ever convince to put down Halo and go outside was all about chopping wood. They come over today and I wouldn't be surprised if he offered to chop some more today. Unless their mom tells them they are not allowed. She likes to do that. Every time the really seem to enjoy some activity at our house, she finds some reason to tell them why they can't do it anymore. And they are all such tattletales and I guess fear her wrath that they listen. So, we shall see.
- Boyfriend and I watched a movie on Netfix Sunday night called Gamer. It's about the future and how this guy invents a way to implant nanochips or whatever in people's brains so that they can be controlled by other people in video games. His first invention was a Sim City sort of game with people being paid to be the characters and other people paying to control them. The second game (and the purpose of the movie) is a Call of Duty type shooter where death row inmates are the players being controlled and if whoever is paying to control them gets them through 30 battles alive, they get to go free. It has Gerard Butler (300), so I was like "aw, yeah, i'm totally watching this!". So, it's VIOLENT. Imagine Call of Duty with real people getting killed and Percy Jackson (Logan Lerham) controlling Gerard Butler's character who's trying to get through this alive. There's more to it, but you get the idea. Now getting to why I brought this up. The wife of Gerard Butler's character is one of the people who gets paid to be a real life SIM character. Only it's like deviant SIM where the people controlling the characters just basically dress them whorishly and everyone is doing it. And the guy controlling the wife is GROSS. He's a GIANT fat guy who is shown naked (well, you don't see his man parts, but I'm assuming that he's naked) and sweaty and like really into making this chick do degrading stuff. Now getting to why I brought you all here. I want to know what the casting call for that part is? "Obscenely obese, sweaty male pervert needed for role as disgusting degenerate in upcoming hollywood film"? And WHO ANSWERS THAT CALL?!?! Like, this dude is so desperate to break into the movie business and he's so ginormously giant and he knows this is his one big break? I looked it up. He's played fat men before. I would think that at some point in your acting career, if you are only able to answer casting calls for roles like "fat guy", "Eating champion", or "degenerate sweaty fat guy in electric chair playing video games" maybe it's time to shed a few pounds. Yeah, no one ever said I was a nice person.
- In Indianapolis' continuing effort to bring back 80's/90's music and one-hit-wonders, All 4 Love by Color Me Badd (with 2 ds so as to let you know that they are really really bad) was on the radio a few mornings ago. That's right. Color. Me. Frickin'. Badd. It was during that song that I realized that my memories are 100% dependent on music. I have almost no recollection of my childhood or teen years. I was looking through my old yearbooks the other day and there was a picture of me with some girls from school at my mom's house (i did recognize the heinous chair and bookshelf covered in crap) but I had NO recollection of those girls ever being at my house or why they would be there. That's a little scary. This happens to me most of the time. I look at a picture and I realize I must have been there because I'm in the picture but I will have no recall of where the picture was taken (without obvious clues like my mother's ugly chair) or what I was doing at the time the picture was taken. But the minute stupid Color Me Badd comes on, I am immediately back in 8th grade, hanging out with Michelle, Sherri, Kerri and Lisa. It's so freaking weird. This has led me to the conclusion that for whatever reason, my memories are linked to music and if no music was playing at the time that something is happening, it will be like it never happened in my mind. Thank god Marisa, Kate, and Judy used to force me to listen to that crappy oldies station every Saturday night when they came over or else I would have no memory of high school. So now I just have to play music 24/7 so that I can remember my 30's. My 20's weren't that great so losing them won't be too sad for me. Nuts.
- Well, my race is on Saturday. It's going to be cold. I'm a bit nervous. I was sick last week and my left arch and ankle have been hurting quite a bit for the last couple of weeks, so I haven't really been running that much. I'm sure I'll get through it but I'm also afraid that I might do some actual damage to the ankle. I ran a little the other day and after the first mile, the ankle didn't hurt as much, so i'm hoping that it will get to feeling better as I run. I guess we'll see. I plan on going to bed at like 7pm tomorrow night because I have to get up ass early on Saturday to go run in the cold. Sweet.
Well, that's all I've got for now. I need to drink this giant Cherry Coke so that I don't fall asleep right now and I have loads of work to do before the day is done.
- Jenn...Some days there is neither rhyme nor reason...
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