Sunday, November 30, 2008

NaBloPoMo: Failed, but not forgotten

So, it's the last day of November and I didn't blog daily, but I posted a LOT more than previous months. And you know what? It felt good. Just when you think "how could i possibly think of something interesting to write every day?" you realize that a) you started this blog for yourself and b) people are interested in each other and knowing what goes on in other peoples' heads.

I made the blood red orange margaritas I mentioned earlier. It was fun to squeeze all the juice out and blend it together, but it really didn't taste all that fabulous. There's this stuff called sugar that they usually put into the sweet and sour margarita mix that makes it taste oh so yummy. So surprise, surprise, squeezing fresh oj out of the oranges, adding a little tequila and ice does not a sweet margarita make.

I came home Wed night after my run to find my roommate's purchase of a Tofurkey for his sister unthawing on our counter. Blech. I just can't fathom how vegetarians can enjoy eating meat imitations. Anyway, I had to snap a photo because it was so hilarious.

I'm actually relieved tomorrow is Monday. It's crazy how long this four day weekend has felt. I'm looking forward to getting back in a routine, escaping all the holiday food and drinking and getting some serious shut eye. I am truly thankful for my friends and family who I was able to share the last few days with. The holidays remind us just how lucky we are. And speaking of being thankful, this girl is one lucky duck. My team came through with the win last night. Bowl season, here we come!

Saturday, November 29, 2008

"Civil" war

It's a big day here in Oregon. Civil War. Beavers have the Rose Bowl on the line after beating USC and Ducks are vying for the Holiday Bowl. I'm not gonna lie, it would be cool to see an Oregon team (and especially not USC) go the Rose Bowl for a change, but I still want my Ducks to win. I think it's going to be a close game. After a two hour sweat induced workout it's time to get out of these stinky clothes put on the green and yellow and give those Beaver fans some hell. Happy football watching!

PS- Did anyone else go out to brave the stores yesterday? I like to drag my mom to Target and Fred Meyer around 5am just to see all the crazy women snatching cart fulls of 50% off socks like our cotton supply has run out. I got my three pairs of socks and then moved on to Target to gawk at the line wrapped around the entire store just to purchase a $5 dvd or reduced price guitar hero. Truth is, I'd rather do my real shopping for a little bit more $ than risk getting trampled or elbowed in the face by the other guy that wants the itouch/rock band/camera/etc. Plus, forgive me, but who has the money to buy those crazy big xmas gifts? Not me!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Yummy yummy in your tummy!

One of these is seriously in my future. And if that doesn't make your mouth water, well I guess you'll have to wait for the turkey and stuffing.

And, if I had a few hours to spare tomorrow after running the 5k before heading to Thanksgiving at grandma's, I'd try my hand at baking this cranberry apple pie. Yum, maybe later. Check out the fabulous feast of food Chels and Susie cooked up over at We are not Martha. Truth is, I'm a sugar girl (hence the margarita and pie). I could pass up almost everything on the dinner table tomorrow for my grandma's marrionberry cobbler.

So, what am I thankful for? A grandma that spends all week preparing for Turkey Day. My family and friends that make life truly enriching. A few days off work. A job, a place to live and healthcare. College football.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

It's foggy out there and up here

Folks, we're going on day ten here of sickness. My voice sounds like a man, that is when it decides to make an appearance. Nyquil is my go to sleeping aid so that I can actually get some shut eye without hacking up a lung in the middle of the night. I've gone through half a container of Zicam, daily packets of Emergen-C, a bag of cough drops, thanks Riiiicola and I'm still sick. Yuck.

Against my better judgment, I ran a foggy five miler last night with the group cuz I just can't stay away. How pathetic is it that I risk additional days of lung wheezing, man-voice just to go running with the crew and have a glance at and maybe exchange "heys" with the new hottie in our group? Eh, it was worth it. So cute. And somehow, it's ok when he's unshaven and has bed head.

I was thinking about that recently. The way we excuse away certain things we once deemed unacceptable on others. Like the ex that I told myself was ok to date even though he was too young and wanted to play football more than figure out his future because he had a smile that made me melt and a great body. And now, looking at the newbie I think "wow, at one time I would have said your teeth were a no go." Teeth! Ridiculous. Slowly, but surely we grow up and realize that the superficial things aren't quite as important as we once thought. And things like maturity and goals for their future just might be a teensy bit attractive in the whole dating scheme. Go figure.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Today's DailyGood, not so good

I think everybody should just turn off their TV machines and make up their own songs about whatever comes to mind-their couch, their friends their loaves of bread. Everybody's got their own songs. There should be so many songs out there that it all turns into one big sound and we can put the whole thing into a pickup truck and let it roll off the edge of the Grand Canyon.
--Beck Hansen

Fact of the Day:
Happy people spend a lot of time socializing, going to church and reading newspapers -- but they don't spend a lot of time watching television, a new study finds. That's what unhappy people do. Although people who describe themselves as happy enjoy watching television, it turns out to be the single activity they engage in less often than unhappy people, said John Robinson, a professor of sociology at the University of Maryland.

Dear DailyGood,

Since when did Private Practice, Grey's Anatomy, Jon & Kate + 8 and Little People Big World become such a crime? Thank you for telling me I must be unhappy because I indulge in a few weekly favorites. I'll politely pretend that these rules don't apply to me because well, they're just shows and I read books, watch the news, read the newspaper, go to athletic events and go running with two run clubs on a regular basis.


PS-If you ever find me laying on my couch for hours on end 7 days a week, then you can call me a shmuck who needs to find happiness, but not until then.

Saturday, November 22, 2008


All in all I'd say today was full of successes. So why not a list?

1. I woke up and still felt sick (day 7 now) and decided to run the race anyway. After all, I'd already paid.
2. C and I ran the 1/2 marathon talking and laughing most of the way and didn't start cussing until mile 10 or so.
3. The four cough drops I slipped into the ass pocket of my running pants were a good move.
4. I ran a 1:51 all while chattering away and still being sick.
5. My mom finished the 5k with her jog/walk routine.
6. I followed my race with an hour long massage just a few hours after I finished. VERY good call.
7. I stopped by Victoria Secret to retrieve my free pair of panties thanks to the cards they keep sending me in the mail. And, I used the rest of a gift card I had to get another bottle of my fav lotion, Love Spell. Who wouldn't love a lotion with a name like that? I thought Playful Professional would be proud of my purchases, coming out of the mall with two items and spending $0. If you want to know what I'm talking about, check out her last Tuesday Totals.
8. I bought a pair of Danskos that I've been eyeing for a while that were on sale! Nevermind that they're more of a spring/summer shoe.
9. I have a party with the runners tonight to celebrate our survival of the 1/2. Just another excuse for a party really...
10. Football game craziness ensued and I didn't have to worry about my team. Bye week! Next weekend...civil war.

Happy Weekend!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Who inspires you?

At some point I became my mom's inspiration and I don't know how. I mean after all those horrible years of being such a bitch, wow. This girl was a seriously angry teenager. But there she was every step of the way cheering me on and looking up to me at the same time.

I distinctly remember after running the Nashville 1/2 marathon a few years ago my mom and one of my best friends full of tears and excitement over seeing me finish my very first long race. I couldn't fathom why I had inspired such enthusiasm. All I did was follow a training plan and book a flight and hotel room. And that's where this crazy racing journey began.

Watching 2008 Olympic Track & Field Trials (ignore hideous sunglasses)

Why is it that people doing physically challenging things with their bodies are so impressive to us? How is it that those of us who do them become inspiration for others? It's that knowledge that that woman you saw run the marathon in Beijing can run those 26.2 miles faster than you can ever fathom your legs striding. It's the knowledge that you I could never survive a 1/2 pipe, or a skateboard ramp or the luge.

Well, last week mom, you became my fitness inspiration. She's since sent several e-mails and texts saying "hey, I just finished 45 min walk/jogging on the treadmill." Words I knew I'd hear someday, but wasn't sure when. And then this morning "do you think I can sign up for the Thanksgiving 5k and walk some of it?" I know she wants to run one someday and these words were all I needed to know that someday she will run the full 5k. Maybe not next week, but someday.

Not all of us can run a marathon, but some of us can complete a 5k. Ultimately, it's all about perspective. What one person can do isn't what we all should aspire to because that just isn't fair. Some of us have age, genetics, fear, or determination on our side...or fighting against us. Leave it to mom for a little inspiration and perspective on things.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Brooks: Dream Video

Brooks is donating five cents for breast cancer research for every view of this video between Nov. 13 and Dec. 21 up to $25k. The donation will go to Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center. So go ahead, view away. In college I worked as a Peer Health Educator with the FHCRC to market a smoking cessation program they were testing on our campus. It's great to see important work like this affecting the lives of people you know or could know.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

1 Lie and 1 Truth

Lie: Working out at 7am, going to work, dinner with friends, lacrosse game in the cold and then staying out til 2AM and cabbing it home is a great idea, even if you haven't had much sleep this week and are on the verge of sickness.

Truth: When training for something, even just a measly little 1/2 marathon, it is important to get a good night's rest EVERY night, say no to that extra workout even though you want to burn the extra calories and say no to multiple adult beverages past 11PM. Your immune system is worn down, especially when you're doing 15 mile runs and are low on zzz's so any little bacteria or virus will attack your system until it is victorious. Go home and sleep. And remember, what is sufficient sleep for one person might not be the same for another. For me, eight hours is the perfect number, seven just doesn't cut it. Sometimes, I just remember the hard way.

Ok, so I didn't give you the opportunity to choose between which was the truth and which was the lie, but really I think you'd be smart enough to figure that out in an instant. Unfortunately, I wasn't, or I just chose to ignore the truth.

I'm now at work trying to ignore what feels like hot flashes running through my body and drinking an Americano in hopes that the caffeine will make everything better. After all, I stayed in bed most of yesterday and got 10 hrs of sleep last night. Bottom line, don't ignore the truth people. Cold/flu season has arrived.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Unmanageable life collisions

Do you ever have those moments when it feels like everything's colliding at once and you can't make it stop? Just when I think I've dodged the bullet, I turn the corner and another's flying right at me. Duck, cover, repeat. Lately, I've wanted to just take a step outside my schedule and let the events, meetings, dinners, parties, runs and drama go on without me.

I'd like a timeout, no questions asked. No phone calls, texts or facebook messages asking "where have you been? what are you doing? are you ok?" Instead, I maintain my obligations, warily navigating each encounter, trying to stay in the know but outside the drama, confusion, mixed feelings. I hate drama. I hate the tense feeling in your chest when you can't think about anything else but the drama.

If I'm being vague, I guess it's because I can't quite pinpoint it, but it feels like all these separate little things that would be easily manageable on their own are coming at me from every direction all at once and I just can't perform miracles. Guys you're not interested in like you, obvious hints at romantic disinterest go unnoticed, friends you thought you could hug and it wouldn't be misunderstood, your direction in life lacks a navigation device, your future looks bright but you're blinded by headlights that are stuck on high beam, guys who seem so right just aren't looking, twice daily workouts are doing nothing to those love handles, your idiot roommate buys a pistol and doesn't consult you on the matter, you drank yourself to the point you promised you'd never return, that bank account seems to be forever dwindling, your willpower took a hiatus...just when you thought you succeeded, you failed. And you know what, I really hate failure.

Tomorrow's Sunday. I'm running 11 miles, having a Starbucks and succeeding. I'm not putting myself in the line of fire because I just don't have the energy. Tomorrow, I get a break. You hear that world? I need a break.

Friday, November 14, 2008


My throat's on the verge of soreness, I'm pretty exhausted and my muscles are flat out tired from all this running, weight lifting and twice daily workouts. But none of that matters because this weekend is sports central. Volleyball and a men's lacrosse game tonight (and a little boozing) and then the last football game of the season with perfect fall weather in the forecast. Hopefully, a nice Oregon win over Arizona will put me to sleep early tomorrow night to prepare for an 11 miler on Sunday. Next weekend...the 1/2 marathon.

Go Ducks!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Ski Season: Bring it on!

This girl is very happy. Ski season is looking even better thanks to this little beauty that arrived in the mail yesterday. Last week a coworker sent me a 60% off friends & family sale on all Merrell apparel (hey, that rhymes) and before I knew it, this $219 jacket was mine for just $88. Jackpot!

I can finally say sianara to that big blue men's jacket I've been wearing since high school ski team. All I need now is the $54 for a lift ticket and a four wheel drive vehicle and I'm good to go.

PS- You better believe I was watching the CMAs last night. Someday, I'll be there.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

What does security mean to you?

"Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing."
--Helen Keller

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I didn't get a chance to post yesterday so I didn't exactly succeed at posting daily for NaBloPoMo. But, I'm ok with that because instead I had dinner and laughed my ass off for an hour straight playing Mario Cart and Mario Bros. 1 with a few friends. There's nothing like some serious video game action for a night of fun.

All is not lost. I'll try to post daily from here on out. I don't know about you, but I could seriously use some more sleep and maybe a little coffee right now.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Music Monday

I went to a Matt White concert a few weeks ago and this short, red-headed Australian girl came to open for him. Anywho, I think I was more impressed with Lenka than Matt, although he is pretty talented (and attractive). I immediately went home and downloaded their recent albums from itunes.

Both of their songs are on tv and such (Grey's Anatomy, Ugly Betty, The Hills, Men in Trees, etc). His song"Love" was the theme for the recent Gap "vote for ______" campaign. My favs from Matt are "Best Days" and "Love." What can I say? I love songs about love, or the opportunity to fall.

And be sure to check outLenka. My favs are "Knock Knock," "The Show" and "Live Like you were Dying."

So I want to know, what's your song/artist of the moment?

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Apologizing for nothing

Do you find yourself apologizing for certain things for almost no reason?

Truth. My standard apology is prepared for my affinity to country music. I grew up in a smallish, grass seed town where going to the rodeo on New Year's Eve was a big event. No joke. Don't get me wrong, not everyone in the city of 40k were farmers, but we had a taste of that lifestyle now and then.

The presets on my radio are set to country, pop, hip hop, and more country. Cd's and itunes? Pretty much the same. If I ever drive people somewhere who I'm not super close with, I find this bumbling mess of words falling out of my mouth trying to explain away the music selection while automatically turning the volume to 0 or switching it immediately to a more widely-accepted genre of music.

Last night I found myself apologizing and excusing my lack of knowledge on actors/actresses. I cringe inside every time someone asks "who was in that movie?" or "who sings this song?" GAH! I don't freaking know! I spat out "um, some famous people whom I should know their names, but don't. Um...oh yeah, the Tooly McTool from American Pie?" And finally it came to me, "Sean Patrick Scott!" To which he replied, "it's ok, you don't have to apologize for not knowing their names." Oh yes, yes I do.

Thank the heavens above, I remembered one of the actor's names. I'm really great on details and noticing the little stuff in life, but for some reason when it comes to people I have no interest in personally knowing, I can't remember their names. I mean, one hot actor/actress looks pretty much like the next. Yeah, maybe I should get my eyes fixed.

So why is it that sometimes we find ourselves apologizing for our little quirks that make us special? Like somehow those things are going to turn people away. I guess the moral of the story is, embrace your quirks. Because that's why people want to get to know you instead of the next Joe Shmoe. Holding back only closes people off from getting to know the real you.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Long story short...

I meant to run a casual 10 miler this morning in an effort to ramp up the mileage for a local 1/2 marathon I'm running in a few weeks. But I found myself doing a tough 15 will hills and wind. Sometimes it happens. You don't turn when you should and you underestimate how long it really will take you to get back home and bam, you've done an extra five miles.

On the up side, I did get whistled at (definitely my favorite part of running - not). And, it looks like a perfect day to cozy up in jeans and a sweatshirt, read a book and drink some coffee.

Oh and I saw Role Models last night. Made me laugh. I'd give it one and a half thumbs up.

Friday, November 7, 2008

A peek at Halloween in SF

Because I'm too tired (still) to blog much of anything, I'm leaving you with a few pics from last weekend in the city. After hanging out at a fun divey bar, we headed to a house party where we found ourselves on the roof of this apartment with a clear view of coit tower and the entire city lit up. It was rough to spend less than 24 hrs in SF before rushing off to Berkeley the next morning, but I'll be back soon I'm sure.

An attempt at Michael Phelps and I hanging out with his gold medals

Alaska and the Square Dancer hanging out at the Stinking Rose after a garlic-filled dinner and wine

Minotaur Man and Square Dancer

Just call her Sarah Palin's neighbor...

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Let there be light.

As a part of Runner's Lounge "Take it and Run Thursdays," I'm writing about running through transitions.

The last few weeks have been especially hard for me. I find myself much more exhausted and unable to find the energy I need to take on the day with a similar amount of sleep and a daily running/workout schedule. I'm constantly in a fog. And I'm blaming this transition of light to dark. There's something about waking up with it still dark out that makes you want to stay cuddled up cozy under the comforter. I totally understand why bears hibernate come winter.

I haven't decided whether or not daylight savings time is helping us or hurting us. Yes, it's a bit lighter when I wake up now, but when I look out my office window around 4ish it's already getting dark and gloomy. That's not exactly the way this runner wants to be ushered into the elements. And speaking of elements, I'm figuring out all over again what I'm supposed to wear when it's wet and colder, but not freezing. The hat, spandex pants and gortex running shoes are back in rotation.

Right now for example, I'm so exhausted I can barely put sentences together or see straight and yet I keep on going. I want to go to bed, but I need to post and then read some of the library book that is now overdue. And on a sidenote, while I was making birthday cupcakes for a coworker tonight, I wondered how many bloggers out there do this kind of stuff? The kind of cupcake making, party planning, thoughtful stuff that no one expects or really wants, but you feel obligated like someone has forced it on you. As I stood there pouring the mix into the cupcake tins I thought "why? Why do I care so much about something that will go unnoticed?" Cherry chip and chocolate cupcakes are now frosted, sprinkled and waiting to be eaten.

What kinds of things do you do daily that you could spend your time more wisely elsewhere? I mean, if I added all the hours I spent baking for people or scouring Target for the perfect el cheapo sweater, dang I could have volunteered some serious time at a shelter or food bank. On the other hand, I can't deny that I enjoy baking and ultimately the satisfaction of giving it away and Target just feels so safe. Even on those days when I don't feel like doing anything or seeing anyone, Tar-get makes me feel like I'm still being social even if I don't talk to a single soul. Crazy, I know. Hey, at least I'm not seeing dead people like Izzy Stephens (Grey's). Gnight.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Ready or not, here we come

The flight is booked and my friend A and I are now officially committed to our Europe Adventure in May! We fly from Seattle to Rome with a layover in Frankfurt. I realize it's a bit early, but now we can actually start planning and know that we are really doing this. I guess that means I should get a passport...

So far on the wish list are (with options to enjoy some festive events): Cinque Terre (Lemon Festival), Paris (Cannes Film Festival), Florence (annual cricket festival), Geneva-Switzerland, Greece (anywhere) and beyond that, who knows. We're two newbies at the whole international travel thing so it should be interesting. At least we'll have each other when things get crazy. I'd love to get your suggestions if you have traveled to a place we should not miss during our three week journey!

And if you have any special tips, I'd love to hear them. For example, my roommate said "Fly Lufthansa. It's the shit." Granted, he's a boy and he really liked the food and the fact that they provided unlimited alcohol. Of course it was a great flight... And a few friends tell us to definitely get the unlimited Eurail Pass. So, the question is, what special tip do you have for miss sassymolass?

Oh, and if you couldn't tell, I'm attempting to complete National Blog Posting Month with daily posts. We'll see how it goes. So far, so good, but it's only day 5.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Change it is a coming...

Today I wanted to take fashion to a political level. Jessica Schroeder at What I Wore always inspires me to think outside the box, but I rarely do, especially when I'm standing in front of my closet just willing an outfit to jump out at me. Workwise, I often end up throwing on a sweater and black pants, neither of which I'm all that happy with. But it helps when I have an idea of where to start and my black pencil skirt is often that piece.

So, in What I Wore style...

Scarf: Target
Pearls: Art Museum
Cardigan: Target
Top: Banana Republic
Belt: Target
Skirt: Express
Heels: Etienne Aigner

Where: the office, election party

Why: Because I was so freaking excited for election day!

What happened tonight was so big it's still hard for me to comprehend. I never imagined I would be moved to tears by an election. But when history was made and Obama started speaking, I felt nothing but pride, hope and joy for our country and the future ahead. It looks so bright it hurts. It's nice to finally feel like you've put your trust in a good man who is ready to follow through on his promises. Now if only I could do that in relationships...

Thank you for getting out there and voting!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Fine then, don't vote.

It was Halloween evening and my friend A and I were dressed up waiting at the bus stop in downtown SF for public transit to take us to the north shore for yummy italian before going out. A fabulously entertaining homeless man came over to chat us up and sing "My Girl" to any girl at the stop who was willing to lend an ear (and hopefully a buck or two).

He then returned to us after making the rounds and asked us if we had voted. Yes and Yes. And who for? Personal, yes, but I forgave him. He had a pounder of Steel Reserve in his brown bag and probably some rough years behind him. Obama x 2 we replied. He then turned to the twenty something dressed as a computer geek standing next to us and asked the same thing. His response? "No, I'm not voting. I don't agree with either of the candidates."

Um, I'm sorry?? Did I hear that incorrectly? Grrr! I tried to mask my shock with a blank stare. But really, I had higher hopes for college educated twenty somethings engaging in our country's future. I don't care who you vote for, McCain or Obama, but we have the right and you should take advantage of it. Just b/c you don't want to sing "koom by ya" with either of them, doesn't mean you can't choose one of them whose values, speeches and actions more closely with your beliefs, interests, priorities, etc.

Not choosing is allowing someone else the opportunity to make the decision for you. A decision which you could have had an impact on. Not choosing is like voting for Nader even when you know he has no chance in hell at winning because you're trying to make a point. But hey, at least the Nader voters have enough pride to take part in the election process. One vote combined with another and another and another makes a difference. Just crossing my fingers that some of us on the fence will have the balls to take sides and choose a candidate by Tuesday.

And as LeVar Burton on Reading Rainbow always said, "you don't have to take my word for it..."

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Take, take me home...

From my hotel room I can see the lights of the city, the ships on the bay and hear the wind and rain blow through the air, hitting the pavement, trees, buildings and anything that stands in the way. A few invitations to meet up with friends I haven't seen in a while and I turn them down to sit here and breathe with no pressure to be smiling and happy, drinking, engaging in enlightening conversation, discussing jobs and chatting about the uncertainty of our futures.

It wasn't intentional, but I just knew I didn't have it in me tonight, even in San Fran. As a society we're always go go go and sometimes it's hard to be okay with just sitting. With allowing yourself a free pass for the night, from the invitation. It's hard, but when you finally do it, you know it's right.

As much as I like traveling, five airports, three cities, three hotels, a conference, a wet football game, unhealthy food and public transportation for five days straight can make a girl lonesome for a place called home. A place she's not always sure she wants to call home, but continues to do so. A place where she hoped to find a man, but realizes she's not going to. A place people say she's lucky to live, but she's still not sure she believes it. Sooner or later, that place she calls home will be some other place with new possibilities and new comforts and the need to take a free pass will still exist. So, if you need one, don't hesitate. This is your opportunity to just say no.