1. Sam let us sleep till 9am this morning
2. The sun came out long enough to warm us up through our crazy run
3. The duvet went on the bed last night
4. The smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen
5. One more day of chasing away the crazy
Husby went with me for my crazy hill run. It's a completely different world on the back side of the hill. Big homes, lots of land that's just itching for a dog to run, rock walls and beautiful old houses straight out of Jane Eyre. We have fallen prey to the Boston trap: first we fell in love with the Red Sox, then we bought real estate in the city limits, now we've taken up running. But I swear, I'm not even remotely interested in hockey.
Five days till Team Turkey!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Ganking the meme from DP
Dear DP - you know how I roll.
Love, your ganking friend, Shiksa
This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
The peeps crowded around our Thanksgiving table
My non-musician friends.
Love, your ganking friend, Shiksa
This time last year, can you remember who you liked?
The peeps crowded around our Thanksgiving table
Two days from now this time, where will you be?
Hopefully in my jammies, watching TV and drinking tea
Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
I know he does - that's why he sleeps on my foot and sheds everywhere.
Have you ever thought you were going to marry someone?
Yep. And then I did. Weird.
Who was the first person you talked to today?
Who was the first person I mumbled at in a semi-conscious state? My husband.
How late did you stay up last night and why?
11:30pm, wading through the headshot responses.
Do you smoke weed everyday?
Um, no. (DP, where did you get this meme??)
Could you go a month without cursing?
Likely not.
Have you ever ridden a horse?
Yes, with varying degrees of success.
You can take one friend on vacation with you, who?
Sherri put up with my bullshit all over France, she's first in line.
Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Probably the husby.
You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life, what is it?
Lady Grey tea.
Have you ever been nice to someone who treated you like crap?
All the time, Miss Jean style.
Are you anything like you were at this point last year?
Improved, I think. Happier, healthier, and in my own home!
Have you lost contact with someone you wish you didn’t?
Yes.
When was the last time you felt like your heart was actually breaking?
Years and years ago.
My non-musician friends.
Does the person you like, like you back?
The husby? He thinks he can play all tough, but I know better. Plus, the ring.
When’s the last time you talked with the opposite sex on the phone? Who?
Earlier today, if you count voicemail, the organist at my church.
Are you friends with someone who lies about the stupidest stuff ever?
No, but I heard a great story about a little old lady who insists she's still 75.
Do you think you are a good person?
I sure do try. But everyone has days when they deserve to be locked in a room with teenagers.
What did you do today?
Woke up, made the bed, futzed on the computer, went for a run, more computer futzing.
What will you be doing in 3 hours?
Killing time downtown.
Do you miss the way things used to be?
I miss the way New Orleans used to be.
Have you held hands with anyone in the past three months?
Absolutely.
Does anyone call you baby?
Not unless they want to get a knuckle sandwich.
Are you a patient person?
With other people, yes. With myself, no. Grrrr.
What were you doing this morning at 8AM?
Snoozing.
Have you ever thought you liked someone, and then found out that you really didn’t?
High school. Multiple times.
What is the last thing you said out loud?
"Good boy, Sam."
Are you ticklish?
Only when taken by surprise.
How is your heart lately?
It's cranky when I go running in the cold. Otherwise, fine.
Are you a jealous person?
Jealous, not really. But singer envy is a constant struggle.
Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else?
Yes, on the beach, when I was 16. Only they mistook Miss Jean for my sister.
Do you like to text or call more?
I would happily call people more, if my phone were not in league with the devil. As a result, I text a lot.
Do you have any kids?
I have a Labrador retriever named Sam.
What are you wearing right now?
Running shoes, smartwool socks (my favorite!), cold weather running pants, two running shirts.
How was your day?
Much better now. Running drives away the crazy.
What usually cheers you up?
A clean house and the promise of pie.
How are your grades?
Pretty damned good.
What are your plans for tomorrow?
Swiffing the house, go for a run, maybe cook something.
Do you like sports?
Red Sox Nation!
Do you like haunted houses?
Meh, not really.
Two things you would never brag about? Why?
1. my feet - because they're huge
2. my job - because you never know when someone else is having a hard time
Is there any great lesson life has taught you?
*totally ganked from the DP* Wear sunscreen. Clichéd but true. If you want proof, go look at Miss Jean with her perfect white skin. Then go look at those leather-skinned broads who slathered themselves with oil throughout the 80s. Miss Jean looks like a porcelain doll. The other women look like my favorite pair of Pikolino pumps.
Gratitude, Day 5
Time: 25 mins
Distance: 1.92 miles, according to mapmyrun.com
Ascent: +200 feet (guess who found the elevation tool on mapmyrun.com?)
Descent: -213 feet
Number of layers on upper body: 4, plus hat and gloves
Number of times stopped for Sam to sniff in expectation: 3
Temperature (in F) outside, according to the weather channel: 28
Temperature (in F) outside, with the wind chill, according to the weather channel: 17
I must be crazy. That's what I was thinking as I put on my running clothes this morning. I double-checked the weather, just to be sure that it really is THAT COLD. Now I don't swear by the weather channel, especially when it comes to things like predicting rain in south Louisiana. But when they say it feels like 17 in the sunshine, they are NOT kidding. My nose can tell the difference and my nose says it's really freakin cold. Or, as a college friend of mine used to say, "ASS cold, and windy."
But it's a beautiful time of year. The leaves have turned and are making these lovely piles along the road, perfect for kicking and jumping in (or sniffing like mad, if you're Sam the dog), and even though it's not Thanksgiving for another week, the cab drivers in NYC have already tuned their radios to the all-Christmas music station and Macy's has decorated their windows. And soon, my pecans will be here and I'll be up to my elbows in Karo syrup making pie and eyeballing the candy thermometer for pralines.
1. my southern birthright
2. my dog's nonverbal communication skills that say, "Are you sure you really want to keep going? Because we can stop at any time."
3. church choir - because I love singing Christmas music
4. Thirsty Thursdays, following church choir
5. the feeling of a hot shower after a run in the cold
One week till Team Turkey!
Distance: 1.92 miles, according to mapmyrun.com
Ascent: +200 feet (guess who found the elevation tool on mapmyrun.com?)
Descent: -213 feet
Number of layers on upper body: 4, plus hat and gloves
Number of times stopped for Sam to sniff in expectation: 3
Temperature (in F) outside, according to the weather channel: 28
Temperature (in F) outside, with the wind chill, according to the weather channel: 17
I must be crazy. That's what I was thinking as I put on my running clothes this morning. I double-checked the weather, just to be sure that it really is THAT COLD. Now I don't swear by the weather channel, especially when it comes to things like predicting rain in south Louisiana. But when they say it feels like 17 in the sunshine, they are NOT kidding. My nose can tell the difference and my nose says it's really freakin cold. Or, as a college friend of mine used to say, "ASS cold, and windy."
But it's a beautiful time of year. The leaves have turned and are making these lovely piles along the road, perfect for kicking and jumping in (or sniffing like mad, if you're Sam the dog), and even though it's not Thanksgiving for another week, the cab drivers in NYC have already tuned their radios to the all-Christmas music station and Macy's has decorated their windows. And soon, my pecans will be here and I'll be up to my elbows in Karo syrup making pie and eyeballing the candy thermometer for pralines.
1. my southern birthright
2. my dog's nonverbal communication skills that say, "Are you sure you really want to keep going? Because we can stop at any time."
3. church choir - because I love singing Christmas music
4. Thirsty Thursdays, following church choir
5. the feeling of a hot shower after a run in the cold
One week till Team Turkey!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Gratitude Day 4
1. butternut squash gnocchi WOW
2. people who look at my dog and say, "What a sweet chocolate lab!"
3. my friend Felicia, who came over and worked on my dissertation format with me
4. well-tuned pipe organs
5. merino wool sweaters
Ran 2.3 miles in 31 minutes. Uphill. In the VERY COLD wind. The plus side? The last six blocks were downhill. Sammy kept pace very well and didn't complain once. And the even bigger plus side? Weight Watchers gives me 4 activity points for my run. That's a small serving of steak. Which is exactly what I had for dinner, along with the sweet nectar of life, Abita beer on tap at the amazing restaurant that opened up in our neighborhood. We had a sweet dinner with some Mississippi friends - southern transplants just like us - and I tell you what, it was made even sweeter knowing that those 4 little points meant I could have a beer with dinner. Shit. I could have a beer, and eat a few fries (with truffle mayonaise!) and have my little steak, and some butternut squash gnocchi, and come home to a scoop of Starbucks mocha almond fudge ice cream. Okay, I went over my points today. I confess. But I kept to my promise of running five out of seven days and tomorrow morning when I fold myself into a bus seat, I will not feel guilty for sleeping in while I'm in the city, or for staying indoors and conserving energy before I sing for....those people.
***ohhhhmmmmmmI'mtalentedandsmartandspeakGermanpleasehiremeohmmmmmmm****
2. people who look at my dog and say, "What a sweet chocolate lab!"
3. my friend Felicia, who came over and worked on my dissertation format with me
4. well-tuned pipe organs
5. merino wool sweaters
Ran 2.3 miles in 31 minutes. Uphill. In the VERY COLD wind. The plus side? The last six blocks were downhill. Sammy kept pace very well and didn't complain once. And the even bigger plus side? Weight Watchers gives me 4 activity points for my run. That's a small serving of steak. Which is exactly what I had for dinner, along with the sweet nectar of life, Abita beer on tap at the amazing restaurant that opened up in our neighborhood. We had a sweet dinner with some Mississippi friends - southern transplants just like us - and I tell you what, it was made even sweeter knowing that those 4 little points meant I could have a beer with dinner. Shit. I could have a beer, and eat a few fries (with truffle mayonaise!) and have my little steak, and some butternut squash gnocchi, and come home to a scoop of Starbucks mocha almond fudge ice cream. Okay, I went over my points today. I confess. But I kept to my promise of running five out of seven days and tomorrow morning when I fold myself into a bus seat, I will not feel guilty for sleeping in while I'm in the city, or for staying indoors and conserving energy before I sing for....those people.
***ohhhhmmmmmmI'mtalentedandsmartandspeakGermanpleasehiremeohmmmmmmm****
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