Archive for March, 2008

My mom called me this morning and asked me if I had her car.  Confused, I said, no, I did not have her car.  I did, though, see her car in the backyard yesterday afternoon around six. 

My mom said it had been there last night, and POOF this morning, it wasn’t there anymore. 

So apparently, someone walked down our driveway and into our backyard and stole my mom’s car last night. 

My mom called me a little while later and asked me if I had by chance gotten my dry cleaning out of her car when I was over there yesterday. 

Nope.  Didn’t occur to me.  I knew she was picking some stuff up, but I totally forgot. 

So my favorite clothes were all in the car.  My nice dress pants, my cashmere sweaters I’ve been collecting for years, that I was getting cleaned before I stored them for the summer….SIGH. 

And I know insurance will pay for them.  But still.  I liked those clothes.  They were special. 

It makes me realize how people feel when their houses burn down and stuff.  I mean, not really, obviously.  But, to a very small extent, I see what it is like to lose stuff you really liked.  And I wish I was more enlightened and didn’t care about stuff and knew that it was just STUFF, and I do understand all that. 

Then again I felt good in those clothes, and there is something to be said for having clothes that make you feel good. 

And I know some people love to shop.  I don’t mind shopping.  I like getting stuff I need and feel good about.  But I would also rather have one nice thing and wear it over and over than have four sort of nice things.  I like to have a small collection of choice pieces.  It takes time to find those pieces, and it takes time to get them altered, and find the right shoes, etc.  The details are what I find difficult. 

Really I’m just bitching and complaining.  I’ll be over it soon.  I guess. 

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Good Morning!

I dreamed I punched someone in the face last night.  I’ve never punched someone in the face in my life.  In my dream I was concerned because it didn’t hurt my hand that much when I punched them and I guess I’ve always heard that it really hurts your hand when you punch someone in the face. 

Honestly, more of my dream was devoted to the fact that I wasn’t hurt by it than who I actually punched in the face and what happened to them.  I came to the conclusion that I must not have punched them hard enough if it didn’t hurt my hand.  Great.  Maybe I’ll try harder next time I get in a fist fight in my dream. 

It was cold here at the beginning of the week but it is warming up nicely and the days are flying by.  Which is exciting because the Masters will be here before I know it!!!  I’m so excited.  Part of the fun of it is the anticipation.  Last year I got a little burned out by the weekend so hopefully I can get it together and not burn out. 

Briscoe needs a bath real bad.  Oh, and I got my hair cut yesterday.  I really like it. 

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Go Dawgs!

We won the SEC tournament!  How crazy is that?

I’m so excited.  We are on fire.  GO DAWGS! 

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Happy Pi Day!

Maggie alerted me to the fact that today is Pi day.  I love Pi.  It makes me happy that is never repeats. 

When I’m being lazy at night, I try to pretend that using Listerine is as good as flossing.  I know it isn’t, but it is just so much easier. 

I started reading Midnight’s Children, as Ana was reading it, but I got distracted and picked up The Other Boleyn Girl.  I think it is safe to say that Midnight’s Children probably has a lot more to offer to my literary education than The Other Boleyn Girl.  I mean, it was sort of a different kind of trashy than most trashy summer reads.  I can’t really put my finger on exactly what I mean by that.  But I definitely don’t feel better about myself for having read it.  I sort of feel worse.  I love historical fiction, and obviously nothing in the book was a huge shock, since I was aware of the actual history, but, but, hmmm.  I’m not sure I recommend it.  It was a page turner.  I was engrossed in it.  But it was more like watching a train wreck from which you couldn’t look away.   

And I never told y’all what I ended up thinking of His Dark Materials – the golden compass trilogy.  So I read the whole thing.  Then I didn’t read the last ten pages.  How lame is that? I hope that gives you a good idea of what I thought about the book.  The heroine – Lyra – she is basically adored by all other characters.  Most of the other characters had qualities about them that made me like them, made me feel invested, like I cared if something happened to them.  But not Lyra.  I didn’t end up caring about her in the end.  I wasn’t captivated by her.  In all honesty, I think I liked most of the other characters a lot more than her.  The last part about her and Will, it just didn’t ring true to me and it sort of cheapened the whole experience. 

The only other comment I have for the book – is that when I reread The Three Musketeers – I realized that Milady – who is the villain and a beautiful blond woman who is evil, and wields great power through her beauty and charm – has a pet monkey.  So now I feel like Mrs. Coulter is a knock off of Milady.

Basically I just overall wasn’t impressed.  Sigh.  Oh well. 

In other news, I got an ipod Nano yesterday.  I’m in love. 

I’m running in another 5k this weekend in Columbia.  It is suppose to storm tomorrow so hopefully it won’t ruin the whole day!

Oh, and whatever has happened to Lily Graypure?  She has disappeared and I am sad!

Lastly, I will leave you with a quote I read last night that I liked –

"Maturity is the capacity to endure uncertainty."  –  John Finley 

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Spring Fever

Today is a beautiful day.  I’m starting to get very itchy about springtime.  Now, I guess it could be said that spring is already here.  There are flowers blooming, we have cold nights and warm days, and basically all around great weather with the occasional thunderstorm. 

This past Friday night we had a baby shower for our friends Caleb and Faris.  It was so much fun.  I think what made it such a fun party is that almost everyone there knew more than half of the people there.  Not the same half, but at least half.  And when you know at least half, you are able to more easily meet the other half.  It wasn’t like at a wedding where one half knows each other and the other half does too, but there are two different groups. 

This was more of an overlapping sort of thing and it made the party flow nicely and after a little wine or beer, everyone was more than happy to meet the people they didn’t know.  Faris said she really enjoys the presents for the baby because there is a reality to getting baby presents that isn’t there when you are receiving wedding presents.  I thought that was an interesting comment.  We were deathly afraid it was going to rain the entire party, but the rain stopped Friday afternoon and didn’t start back until late in the night.   

Saturday morning I awoke when my phone rang at 8:15.  It was my mom, wanting to know if I was coming to the charity 5k that was taking place at MCG.  I had signed up for it, and had picked up my packet, but I could hear the wind whipping around my house and my bed was so warm and I DID NOT WANT TO GO.  But then Jennifer called, and said she would pick me up in 20 minutes and I figured I could handle it. 

I’m glad I went, it was for a great cause, and I saw a lot of old friends.  But in all honesty I can’t say I enjoyed it.  It was 45 degrees and the wind was blowing 30 mph.  I’m not being dramatic.  It really was blowing 30 mph.  Every step I took away from the starting line was mentally challenging.  It wasn’t until we started heading back to the finish line that I started to warm up and calm down. 

After the race we ate at waffle king with my parents and that was AWESOME, even though it took forever.  Post waffle king I went home and took a little nap. 

Saturday night we had my dad’s 60th birthday party.  Let me tell you how fun that was.  Saturday afternoon was not that much fun, because since the wind was blowing so hard and it was so cold outside, what was suppose to be a big party in the backyard ended up being  a big party in the house.  So we spent the afternoon moving furniture and setting up everything. 

I swear Saturday was one of the longer days of my life.  The wind did end up dying down, and the fire in the backyard was enjoyed by most of the guests, even though the bulk of the party was in the house.  I think Big Trav had a great time.  One of his friends found an old football from 1948 on the internet and brought it with two sharpies and had everyone sign it and gave it to him as the Game Ball.  I thought that was so thoughtful and cute and awesome.

In other news, I have been severely struggling to get out of bed this week.  I don’t know what my problem is, but when my alarm goes off in the morning I have no idea where I am or what is going on.  I know it is the time change, but seriously.  I really love it when the time changes, I like it to stay light longer, but I normally adjust quicker to it.  I’ve been trying to go to sleep early.  I’ve also been trying to work out more, so that I can get back into shape.  I’ve been pretty lazy recently.  So maybe that is part of it.  I don’t know. 

I know y’all really wanted a blow by blow of my weekend.  Maybe sometime soon I’ll have some intelligent observation about the world in which we live in.  Until then, I’m counting down the minutes until the TOUR-NA-MENT!

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Thoughts on Running

I say the STUPIDEST things when I’m running. 

Actually, that isn’t always true.  I like to talk when I run.  A lot people have a hard time running and chatting at the same time.  I’m not one of those people.  I like to talk.  But it doesn’t bother me if who ever I am running with has a hard time running and talking at the same time.  I’m happy to just tell a story while we run.  It is nice, because the other person isn’t trying to interrupt me during a long drawn out story that probably has little to no relevance on their life.  Most of my friends who run with me say they don’t mind because the stories are mostly entertaining.  I get bored when I run so I like the mental challenge of trying to remember the events of some past drama and relate them to someone else in an engaging way.  It gives me something to concentrate on and I can normally make sense. 

But, if I am running by myself, listening to music, and I see someone I know, and I stop and talk, I never make any sense at all.  I call people by the wrong name, I say things like, good morning!  when it is late afternoon, I answer no to questions that I mean to answer yes to, I stammer, I stutter, and I all around sound like an idiot.  I try to get away as quickly as possible.  It is like I have the correct words in my head, but they don’t come out of my mouth.  And it ALWAYS happens when my run is interrupted by a conversation.   

Then I spend the rest of my run thinking – YOU IDIOT!  Why did you say that?  Now they think you don’t know who they are/can’t speak english/don’t have a good grasp on the world around you. 

I guess running is just such an escape for me, and I zone out to such a strong degree that it takes me a little while to get back to the real world.  This is why running trails is really in my best interest.  Less people to run into who want to talk.   Too bad there aren’t any good trails around here.

p.s I painted my finger nails red.  It makes me real happy for some reason.   

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