Monthly Archives: July 2008

stick it to me, baby

I just fashioned a piece of tape into a tape bubble and stuck it on my forehead. Maybe genius thoughts will accidentally get stuck on the tape bubble and find their way into my brain. Because that’s the kind of week I’m having.

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Do any runners still read this blog?

Hello ‘elloellollollollo ‘o ‘o ‘o….

I know this blog has taken a bit of a diversion from running, but if there are any readers who are runners with Garmin trainers, I have a question for you. I do still run, by the way. Almost more now that I have Gertie in the city. I just don’t talk about it much. Well, because I’ve had more interesting things to talk about lately….

Anywho, I’m thinking about getting a Mac Book and want to know if anyone has encountered any compatibility problems with Garmins and Macs. I’d love to hear from you — the good, bad and the ugly. Many thanks in advance!


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Here Kitty, Kitty

The boyfriend has a cat. Well, technically his roommate has a cat, but for all intensive purposes, there is a cat at the boyfriend’s house. And this has been a little unnerving to Gertie (read: Gertie’s Mom who is terrified that Gertie might be even less of a vegetarian than she is.) who has never really met a cat. At least not long enough to decipher how she feels about cats. For the past month, (whee! It’s been over a month!!! Look at me in the big relationship!) we’ve kept Gertie confined to a certain proximity of space when I’ve been over. She’s been able to see Kitty, but always at a distance. The two have co-existed with Kitty slinking by to take a look at this dog skidding around his living room hardwood floors, licking his owner and others, flopping on people’s laps and in general being the lovable spaz that she is. (That’s right, Justin. I said love able spaz!)

But last night, we made a huge step for all dog kind. Gertie met Kitty nose to nose. I actually didn’t know it was happening or I would have probably set up an intervention. But the boyfriend, who was in the kitchen at the time, apparently thought it was as good a time as any to let them meet. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw Gertie less than a foot away from Kitty.

And Kitty was still alive.

And Gertie was, well, more interested in the food that boyfriend had going on than the Kitty treat sitting in front of her.

Later on, in the living room, Kitty stopped by to flop on the floor near Gertie, who didn’t seem to mind the company.

Maybe we can just all get along.

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100 Things About Me (Part II)

I know you’ve been waiting on pins and needles for me to finish this.

The wait stops here.

51. I am a Klutz (capitalization intentional)

52. I don’t bake

53. I don’t recycle as much as I should.

54. I make wish lists for things I want to buy but can’t afford. These lists live in my dayplanner.

55. I sleep walk.

56. My parents used to put a gate up to prevent this.

57. My friend Dawn improvised with an ironing board once.

58. When referring to my friends, I often claim ownership “my friend Dawn,” “my friend Jenny” and so on… I don’t know why I do this, but I do.

59. In seventh grade, I laughed so hard I peed my pants in the middle of cooking class. Unfortunately, I had a (non-related) detention that afternoon, which made for a very long day.

60. I saved every note written in seventh grade; they are still folded up into little triangles.

61. I love to be the passenger.

62. Spontaneous trips are heavenly.

63. As long as I have ample time to fret about what to pack.

64. I heart my job.

65. I refer to my parents by their first names when talking about them.

66. Hi Terry.

67. When I see a cute dog, I have a tendency to gush and sometimes shriek a little. In general, I refer to dogs as “boogies.”

68. I sometimes need to use my inside voice.

69. But I prefer my outside voice.

70. I was never popuuuuular.

71. But I love the song.

72. I do not. Repeat. Do not. Do scary movies.

73. If a move becomes at all terrifying, a pillow is required to hide behind.

74. I love happy hour.

75. Who doesn’t?

76. When picking out a book, I read the back cover or inside flap and then at least the first page. I know pretty much right away if a book is going to carry my attention.

77. When I concentrate, I chew the side of my tongue. It looks really stupid.

78. I wear skirts more than pants.

79. Every winter I pray that tall boots and skirts won’t be out of style.

80. Eventually this will happen and I will be that lady stuck in the fashion dead zone.

81. Speaking of winter, I hate to drive in the snow and/or ice.

82. Considering my summer driving record, it is probably best that I avoid winter driving all together.

83. I let Gertie kiss me on the mouth.

84. Aside from the ceramic flat iron, I think on demand and DVR technology are two of the greatest inventions of my adult years.

85. I text my hairstylist.

86. I’m not opposed to online dating.

87. When I worked in commercial radio I had my own news jingle.

88. I love striking up conversations with complete strangers.

89. I’m really looking forward to completing this list.

90. Maybe there aren’t really 100 things about me to share?

91. Nah, that can’t be true. I never shut up.

92. I’ll think of 100 more after this list is published.

93. Some unfortunate soul will have to hear me talk about myself later.

94. I have my ears pierced and my belly, but I really want to pierce my nose.

95. When I was a baby, they wrapped me in foil to keep me warm. I looked like a baked potato.

96. No wonder I have to work next to a space heater all day. They set me up to be cold my entire life.

97. My passport expires this year. I should do something about that.

98. I once lost my passport in the Frankfort, Germany airport.

99. I actually have the worst travel luck ever.

100. My initials spell SAM. I tried to get friends to use this as a nickname, but it never stuck. Just goes to show you, you can’t force your own nickname.

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Don’t read this while drinking anything that could go out your nose

This is awesome.

Is it bad that I want Chipotle now?

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me time

I love it. My own agenda. My own rules. My own destiny. Last night I took myself out for dinner. Crisp greens tossed in a tangy balsamic vinaigrette with bites of salty kalamata olives, crunchy bread with buttery, nutty olive oil and creamy pureed eggplant, sun dried tomatoes and fresh basil nestled within the crevices of homemade farfalle. A perfect espresso to finish it off. Heavenly.

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Watch it.

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