Spring has sprung.
Summer's almost here.
The kids are squirrelly as hell--
won't someone please get me a beer?
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
A New Addiction
I've discovered this site called sporcle.com. It's kind of awesome. It's a trivia site where it asks you to create lists of things that you know. It's got so many random things from naming the fifty states (got 'em!) to listing all the Chicago Bears quarterbacks since 1986 (missed 2).
So much fun, but I warn you, HIGHLY addictive! Have fun!
So much fun, but I warn you, HIGHLY addictive! Have fun!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Fashionista Froggies
After work today, I headed to Piper's Alley to pick up a race packet for the Soldier Field 10 Mile. As I was getting the bibs, this guy starts talking to me. We followed along through the packet pick up and I made friendly conversation, not thinking anything of it.
While I was there, I needed pick up some Body Glide (those bastards who stole my stuff also stole my body glide...so weird, I know!) And that guy follows and continuing to talk to me. After I paid, he asked if I wanted to get a cup of coffee (Starbucks is on the corner). I thought, why not--who doesn't like impromptu coffee with a reasonably attractive guy who likes to run?
We got our coffee and as we were chatting, he suddenly stops and said to me "You know, you're really cute..." Now what girl doesn't like to hear that? I really think more people should tell me how cute I am. However, he didn't just stop there (as he probably should have), continuing with "But you'd be a total knock out if you'd just put on some make-up. And a dress, or something tighter and low cut..."
What the hell?! How did this digress so quickly? I wasn't even half way done with my coffee. I was so shocked as I sat there listening to him critique my lack of style (in his opinion). At this point I wasn't sure if he was hitting on me or a gay man looking for a project. Granted, I'm no mascara-happy-make-up-queen, but I'm better than a stick in the eye. Furthermore, I went to Fleet Feet from work. Can anyone explain to me how it would be appropriate for me to wear make up like a drag queen and slutty clothes to a school?! (In saying that, I'm making no judgements on any of our parents.)
Once I gained my composure, I stopped him and said "Um, I gotta go feed my meter! Would you excuse me? I'll be right back!"
Dear Readers, I have a confession to make: I found a spot on LaSalle with out a meter. I just left and didn't come back (I kinda wonder how long he sat there). Oh, and I also took the quarters he offered me... Oops! But in my defense, I had to listen to that crap and I paid for my own coffee.
While I was there, I needed pick up some Body Glide (those bastards who stole my stuff also stole my body glide...so weird, I know!) And that guy follows and continuing to talk to me. After I paid, he asked if I wanted to get a cup of coffee (Starbucks is on the corner). I thought, why not--who doesn't like impromptu coffee with a reasonably attractive guy who likes to run?
We got our coffee and as we were chatting, he suddenly stops and said to me "You know, you're really cute..." Now what girl doesn't like to hear that? I really think more people should tell me how cute I am. However, he didn't just stop there (as he probably should have), continuing with "But you'd be a total knock out if you'd just put on some make-up. And a dress, or something tighter and low cut..."
What the hell?! How did this digress so quickly? I wasn't even half way done with my coffee. I was so shocked as I sat there listening to him critique my lack of style (in his opinion). At this point I wasn't sure if he was hitting on me or a gay man looking for a project. Granted, I'm no mascara-happy-make-up-queen, but I'm better than a stick in the eye. Furthermore, I went to Fleet Feet from work. Can anyone explain to me how it would be appropriate for me to wear make up like a drag queen and slutty clothes to a school?! (In saying that, I'm making no judgements on any of our parents.)
Once I gained my composure, I stopped him and said "Um, I gotta go feed my meter! Would you excuse me? I'll be right back!"
Dear Readers, I have a confession to make: I found a spot on LaSalle with out a meter. I just left and didn't come back (I kinda wonder how long he sat there). Oh, and I also took the quarters he offered me... Oops! But in my defense, I had to listen to that crap and I paid for my own coffee.
This post is brought to you by Isabelle
As a runner, I understand it's important to have an ample amount of protein in my diet. It aids in muscle repair and recovery. Also as a vegetarian, I sometimes feel the need to supplement my diet with protein shakes.
For these reasons, enlisted the help of Julia who works for Abbott and also owns EAS. I love these shakes, and in the scope of protein shakes these probably taste the best. Because she works for Abbott, she gets a discount on all of their products and I asked if I could take advantage of her employee discount. She was ordering for herself and her husband anyway, so it really wasn't a problem. (I bring it up, because her husband didn't want the Myoplex Lite, he wanted the powder shakes--resulting in a gi-normous jug that contained 8LBS OF PRODUCT!!!--I thought it was funny.)
Any who, I met Julia for our weekly run and she had the shakes for me. As she was handing me the box she looked down and saw that something had been added to the packaging...
That would be her daughter's school picture stuck to my boxes of protein shake. We were laughing so hard! Clearly, Isabelle is endorsing the EAS Myoplex Lite. What were her thought processes as she walked passed these protein shakes? Did she say to herself "Hey, I've got these stickers of me...they should go...HERE!!" Ah, sometimes I wonder what kids are thinking.
For these reasons, enlisted the help of Julia who works for Abbott and also owns EAS. I love these shakes, and in the scope of protein shakes these probably taste the best. Because she works for Abbott, she gets a discount on all of their products and I asked if I could take advantage of her employee discount. She was ordering for herself and her husband anyway, so it really wasn't a problem. (I bring it up, because her husband didn't want the Myoplex Lite, he wanted the powder shakes--resulting in a gi-normous jug that contained 8LBS OF PRODUCT!!!--I thought it was funny.)
Any who, I met Julia for our weekly run and she had the shakes for me. As she was handing me the box she looked down and saw that something had been added to the packaging...
That would be her daughter's school picture stuck to my boxes of protein shake. We were laughing so hard! Clearly, Isabelle is endorsing the EAS Myoplex Lite. What were her thought processes as she walked passed these protein shakes? Did she say to herself "Hey, I've got these stickers of me...they should go...HERE!!" Ah, sometimes I wonder what kids are thinking.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
DONE!!
On Monday, I took my National Board Exam!! (It sucked--that's all I have to say about that.) And I'm done!! I won't know the results until November, but until then, it's time to play!
WOO!
WOO!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Because the Milkshake Wasn't Bad Enough!
I went to the gym for a killer work out. I ran, biked, worked out with Hector and swam. I was walking back to my locker feeling pretty good about myself, and that's when the problems started.
I turned the corner and saw my stuff strewn about. In the less than 20 minutes I was at the pool someone had broken in to my locker (with a lock on it) and stolen my stuff!! My Blackberry, wallet, planner, keys and, to add insult to injury, MY CLOTHES!!! They stole my work clothes and my sweaty gym clothes!! Including my shoes (with about 300 miles on them) and underwear!! All that was left was my bag and a few smaller items. Even the lock was gone!!
If that wasn't bad enough, I gathered what's left of my things and had to walk out to the front desk in a bikini that's a size too big and about 5 years old and a towel to go and ask for help. On my list of mortifying things, "public nakedness" is up there. I was at the front desk, obviously upset, and they asked what was taken and then offered to help me look for my stuff. One of the girls asked "Why don't you get dressed and we'll help you look for your stuff." I was very upset at this point and may have yelled "I can't because THEY STOLE MY CLOTHES!!" Really, because I make it a point to hang out at the gym front desk at 6:45 pm (a peak time) practically naked.
Several of the girls and one of the managers went to the locker room and searched it for me, not finding any thing. One of the girls asked what size clothes I wore and picked out an outfit for me at the pro-shop. I felt so pitiful saying "I'm sorry, I can't pay for these." She told me not to worry about it. Thank God, because I was so uncomfortable!! I put on the clothes (and bless her heart) it was a perfect fit. Unfortunately, (and I hate to sound ungrateful) the girl picked out a white t-shirt. The problem, was the wet swim top underneath (Hello! Wet t-shirt contest!) How I didn't end up with a date out of this, I'll never know. I was upset, and everyone at the gym was looking at me (or so it felt). It really was the perfect storm of embarrassment.
After I was dressed, they let me sit at the front desk and call to cancel my credit and debit cards until the police came. I also called Jack to come and get me and to tow my car home. The police filed a report for me, they asked me where my shoes were and I was stifling back tears when I said "They were stolen." The officer was really nice and not only gave me his number in case anything happened but also sent a police car to sit outside my house to make sure I was safe and no one was trying to get in (extra nice!). Jack took me to Verizon to activate an old phone and called a locksmith for me and stayed with me until my locks were changed.
It's a huge nightmare as I work on getting EVERYTHING replaced. What's the topping to this fan-frickin'-tastic day? Oh, I had a summons for jury duty sitting in my mail box. Yeah, it was an AWESOME day.
I turned the corner and saw my stuff strewn about. In the less than 20 minutes I was at the pool someone had broken in to my locker (with a lock on it) and stolen my stuff!! My Blackberry, wallet, planner, keys and, to add insult to injury, MY CLOTHES!!! They stole my work clothes and my sweaty gym clothes!! Including my shoes (with about 300 miles on them) and underwear!! All that was left was my bag and a few smaller items. Even the lock was gone!!
If that wasn't bad enough, I gathered what's left of my things and had to walk out to the front desk in a bikini that's a size too big and about 5 years old and a towel to go and ask for help. On my list of mortifying things, "public nakedness" is up there. I was at the front desk, obviously upset, and they asked what was taken and then offered to help me look for my stuff. One of the girls asked "Why don't you get dressed and we'll help you look for your stuff." I was very upset at this point and may have yelled "I can't because THEY STOLE MY CLOTHES!!" Really, because I make it a point to hang out at the gym front desk at 6:45 pm (a peak time) practically naked.
Several of the girls and one of the managers went to the locker room and searched it for me, not finding any thing. One of the girls asked what size clothes I wore and picked out an outfit for me at the pro-shop. I felt so pitiful saying "I'm sorry, I can't pay for these." She told me not to worry about it. Thank God, because I was so uncomfortable!! I put on the clothes (and bless her heart) it was a perfect fit. Unfortunately, (and I hate to sound ungrateful) the girl picked out a white t-shirt. The problem, was the wet swim top underneath (Hello! Wet t-shirt contest!) How I didn't end up with a date out of this, I'll never know. I was upset, and everyone at the gym was looking at me (or so it felt). It really was the perfect storm of embarrassment.
After I was dressed, they let me sit at the front desk and call to cancel my credit and debit cards until the police came. I also called Jack to come and get me and to tow my car home. The police filed a report for me, they asked me where my shoes were and I was stifling back tears when I said "They were stolen." The officer was really nice and not only gave me his number in case anything happened but also sent a police car to sit outside my house to make sure I was safe and no one was trying to get in (extra nice!). Jack took me to Verizon to activate an old phone and called a locksmith for me and stayed with me until my locks were changed.
It's a huge nightmare as I work on getting EVERYTHING replaced. What's the topping to this fan-frickin'-tastic day? Oh, I had a summons for jury duty sitting in my mail box. Yeah, it was an AWESOME day.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Textually Active
I was surfing about and found this site that completely cracked me up. The site is called Texts From Last Night and the tag line is "Remember that text you shouldn't have sent last night? We do!"
It's a list of texts with the only denotation being the area code of the sender. It's hilarious!! I know that I for one should not be allowed near any electronic device when I've had a few beverages, and could see things that I have texted being posted here. After reading some of the postings, I was almost crying! The fact that they're taken out of context makes them just a bit more funny! Check it out--total time waster, but to damn funny to miss!
It's a list of texts with the only denotation being the area code of the sender. It's hilarious!! I know that I for one should not be allowed near any electronic device when I've had a few beverages, and could see things that I have texted being posted here. After reading some of the postings, I was almost crying! The fact that they're taken out of context makes them just a bit more funny! Check it out--total time waster, but to damn funny to miss!
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