Directions

At least once a week I get asked for directions, and most of the time it's when I am running. I first thought it was because I had a sign around me that says "really good with directions...ask me!", but after my run yesterday I know the real reason--it's because people feel sorry for me. 

Yesterday I was huffing and puffing with my bright red face, that was probably wrinkled in pain, because my run was so terrible. Everything hurt: shins, calves, feet, lungs...elbows..whatever. Then I heard a honk, and a nice lady pulled over to ask how to get to I-5 North. Secretly I think she knew the way, but felt so bad for me, that she thought she would give me a break and a chance to catch my breath. 

Basically it's a sympathy stop. After yesterday's run--I'll take it.

Ridiculous

My softball team lost to the department of statistic's softball team tonight 20-2. Nope that isn't a typo...I'll type it again, just so you know I'm serious: 

20-2. 

Words cannot even describe...I mean the stat's team? Granted I love math, and am all for making math a career, but I just don't remember much of the baseball/softball players in high school studying up to be math majors in college, grad school no less. I guess that just goes to show you that you never know what you'll become upon leaving high school. 

Next week we face the English department. Hopefully we can put up our first "W"...that, or we'll get beat 30-1...fingers crossed they are all reading books while on the field. We need all the help we can get.

My two things

Today it dawned on me what items I can't live without: floss and deodorant. Now granted, there are many items that would make life easier, and I'm sure that someone could list something that might alter my list, but as of right now, those are my two essentials. Why? The first is because I would rather pull my own tooth out with a rusty piece of hardware than have something stuck in my teeth. Case in point: after having a lovely lunch with my friend Sara last week I noticed that something was in my teeth. You couldn't see it, but it felt like a grizzly bear was in my mouth trying to pull my teeth a part. Not being able to get it out myself, or having a rusty piece of hardware, I pulled into Target with screeching tires, zoomed down the floss aisle, ripped open the package and felt utter bliss. I gratefully paid my .97 cents, and all was right in the world again. Apparently I don't like having things caught in my teeth...now I know.

Now deodorant. The problem with deodorant isn't that I stink (well not right now), but rather that I always forget to put it on....always. One would think that I would have a Costco closet of it lying around, but no, I have two: one in my bathroom, and the other in my gym locker. So if I forget to apply when I leave the house, I have to a) turn around; b) go down to the gym; c) suffer (any others too); or d) pull the floss fiasco and head to the store. I start swim classes tomorrow, which are inconveniently at a different gym than my deodorant, so I'm faced with having to bring my bathroom one, and risk leaving it. In truth, there should be deo in every purse and bag I own. When I leave it should be phone? check. wallet? check? deodorant...you betcha.

Anyways, it might be a silly thing to write about, but I feel better knowing what two things I need, and should be the first two things packed when I go somewhere. Any contributions from others are welcome.

Making the most out of it

So yesterday was fabulous...thank you mother nature. Ben and I went for a run, walked around town looking at terribly overpriced shoe-boxes that they call condos (500 sq. ft. for $275,000?-stupid), and then I headed up to the park to read. I wanted to make sure I enjoyed every second of the beautiful day.

What I love about us north-westerners, is that we seem to take what we get, and make the most out of it. For instance, since it has been cold, rainy, and cloudy, for a few months, to us, the 65 degrees feels almost tropical. At the park everyone was out playing frisbee, reading, running, etc. I even saw a few brave women in swimsuit tops, pretending like we were in Hawaii (we're not)..but then I rounded the corner by the water reservoir and saw him: thong man. Lying facedown chatting with a friend. Now I know it's been cold, but apparently for him the warmth, Vitamin D, and possibly glow to his face wasn't enough...he's been waiting for today...because heaven forbid his cheeks don't get a tan...like I said, we make the most out of it. 

April Fools w/o the Fools

As if Mother Nature was playing a cruel April Fool's joke, without the Fools...it's snowing in Seattle in April. 

No Joke, no April Fools...snow. 

I blame myself. I've been complaining about the weather, and then yesterday commented that I shouldn't be complaining, because at least it's not snowing (as it is in the rest of the country), nor are we sandbagging to avoid the floods (poor Fargo). Thanks Mother Nature for rubbing it in.