...the DMV is clearly purgatory. There are some angels that make life a little easier...and Satin's spawn that make me want to become a danger to myself and others.
...there is a cold war between Illinois and Wisconsin. I like to call the state line "The Cheddar Curtain". I don't think the war will end in my life time.
...irregardless of how hard I try, some people are just going to be assholes.
...no one is inherently evil. Sometimes people seem that way as a result of their environment.
...it doesn't matter how bad I think my day has gone, it really could always be worse.
...I should never under estimate the amount of stupidity of people in large numbers.
...if I ask for an angel, one will appear. It's up to me to realize that they are present.
...everyone likes good, old fashioned, 'snail mail', especially when it's a letter or card from a friend.
...I can't control everything (people/situations), only how I react.
...character is what people do when they think that no one is watching them.
...even when I'm in the foulest moods, there are always rays of sunshine sparkling like a gift. Sometimes, I'm that sunshine for someone else.
...sometimes things are going to be painful. It's my choice as to the amount I will suffer.
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Is this a hint?
First of all, I want to thank everyone for a wonderful birthday, I had a great time!
Second, I want to thank the 2 people who sent me the Philosophy Bubbly scented shower gel and the Philosophy You Are My Sunshine shower gel and lip gloss. It was a fun surprise in the mail. I have to thank you on my blog, because neither package had any note!! The Sunshine package only had a card that said "Happy Birthday, Beautiful!", and the other had none.
So, unless people are sending me a subtle hint saying "Dude!! Bethie, you really need a shower!" Thanks, whomever you are!
Second, I want to thank the 2 people who sent me the Philosophy Bubbly scented shower gel and the Philosophy You Are My Sunshine shower gel and lip gloss. It was a fun surprise in the mail. I have to thank you on my blog, because neither package had any note!! The Sunshine package only had a card that said "Happy Birthday, Beautiful!", and the other had none.
So, unless people are sending me a subtle hint saying "Dude!! Bethie, you really need a shower!" Thanks, whomever you are!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Love Child?
Most of you know, that while I am a complete dork and love History and all sorts of fun facts of that nature, I completely loathe discussing politics. However, today I will make one concession by posing one question:
Feel free to discuss.
In regards to Sarah Palin, do you think she looks more like Tina Fey or Meghan Mullally? Maybe she's the love child of the two...
Feel free to discuss. Thursday, December 27, 2007
What is a Runner?
I was at the gym (a couple of months ago) and Hector (a trainer) was stretching my legs out on one of the tables. I usually get a nice stretch after a hard work out or after a tough race. Another trainer walked by and said “Damn! She is FLEXIBLE!”
To which Hector replied “That’s because she’s a runner.”
Now, I’ve always been flexible. My mother loves to tell stories of me wedging myself places growing up, as well as what seems to be her favorite story of embarrassment that tells of me preferring to suck on my toes rather than my thumbs as a small child. Participation in track and field from the 4th grade until my sophomore year in college, 4 years of high school cheerleading and the up keep of all that stretching through coaching, and pilates and yoga. And let’s face it…I LOVE to stretch!! There’s nothing better than stretching. It always feels wonderful! As a result, I’m pretty bendy, probably more so than the average person.
My point is not that I’m a human rubber band, rather Hector’s comment: “That’s because she’s a runner.”
It was the first time I’ve heard someone describe me as a “runner”. I’ve been a “thrower”, a “cheerleader” and an “athlete”. Even with all the miles I’ve put in training for the ½ marathon, I didn’t think of myself as a runner. I’d say I’m a jock. I’d agree that I’m fairly athletic, but not a runner. I’ve grown to like running, but I never thought I was a runner. Even after crossing the finish line of the Chicago Distance Classic, I didn’t even think I was a runner.
What then is a runner? It can’t be me. I’m definitely not built like a runner. Runner’s are tiny svelte people who finish much more quickly than I. Runner’s don’t stop to walk because they’re tired or their lungs hate them. Runner’s look much better in those tiny shorts and sport tops. Runner’s go out in crazy heat and cold. How can I be a runner?
Is it possible that I’ve become a runner with out realizing it? If you look at my other blog, it’s clear that the amount of time I’ve spent running/working out has drastically increased though the year. I now understand the benefit of tech shirts, blister free socks and Body Glide. I feel better after a run. I even believe that Advil is its own food group.
Is being a runner a mind set? Hell, I just registered for an actual marathon, and it still hadn’t occurred to me that I’m a runner! I actually told myself that “It’s ok to walk during the Marathon if you need to…you just have to try and finish.” Does my body have to get there first before my mind catches up or is it the other way around? I’m not what you’d think of when you think “runner.” I’m not the girl who walks down the street and you think “Wow, I bet she was a runner.”
Looking back at both of my blogs, I can’t believe how much I’ve changed this year. Here are the stats:
I’ve run/worked out 41% of the days in 2007.
I’ve run a one ½ Marthon, one 10 miler, four 10ks, two 8ks, one 6k, ten 5k’s, run a leg in a marathon relay and climbed both the Sears Tower and the Hancock. That’s a total of 126. 32k or 78.3 miles in just road races. That doesn’t even count training runs. (I haven’t counted those miles yet, but I am curious!)
I've learned ALOT this year (and I know I still have even more to learn. What I understand best is that running really is about the journey. That what you get out of running is different for everyone. Each run has a lesson and a purpose, it may not go as planned but you can learn something just the same. To be honest, I don’t know how it snuck up on me, but I’m proud to say, that in 2007, I think I became a runner.
To which Hector replied “That’s because she’s a runner.”
Now, I’ve always been flexible. My mother loves to tell stories of me wedging myself places growing up, as well as what seems to be her favorite story of embarrassment that tells of me preferring to suck on my toes rather than my thumbs as a small child. Participation in track and field from the 4th grade until my sophomore year in college, 4 years of high school cheerleading and the up keep of all that stretching through coaching, and pilates and yoga. And let’s face it…I LOVE to stretch!! There’s nothing better than stretching. It always feels wonderful! As a result, I’m pretty bendy, probably more so than the average person.
My point is not that I’m a human rubber band, rather Hector’s comment: “That’s because she’s a runner.”
It was the first time I’ve heard someone describe me as a “runner”. I’ve been a “thrower”, a “cheerleader” and an “athlete”. Even with all the miles I’ve put in training for the ½ marathon, I didn’t think of myself as a runner. I’d say I’m a jock. I’d agree that I’m fairly athletic, but not a runner. I’ve grown to like running, but I never thought I was a runner. Even after crossing the finish line of the Chicago Distance Classic, I didn’t even think I was a runner.
What then is a runner? It can’t be me. I’m definitely not built like a runner. Runner’s are tiny svelte people who finish much more quickly than I. Runner’s don’t stop to walk because they’re tired or their lungs hate them. Runner’s look much better in those tiny shorts and sport tops. Runner’s go out in crazy heat and cold. How can I be a runner?
Is it possible that I’ve become a runner with out realizing it? If you look at my other blog, it’s clear that the amount of time I’ve spent running/working out has drastically increased though the year. I now understand the benefit of tech shirts, blister free socks and Body Glide. I feel better after a run. I even believe that Advil is its own food group.
Is being a runner a mind set? Hell, I just registered for an actual marathon, and it still hadn’t occurred to me that I’m a runner! I actually told myself that “It’s ok to walk during the Marathon if you need to…you just have to try and finish.” Does my body have to get there first before my mind catches up or is it the other way around? I’m not what you’d think of when you think “runner.” I’m not the girl who walks down the street and you think “Wow, I bet she was a runner.”
Looking back at both of my blogs, I can’t believe how much I’ve changed this year. Here are the stats:
I’ve run/worked out 41% of the days in 2007.
I’ve run a one ½ Marthon, one 10 miler, four 10ks, two 8ks, one 6k, ten 5k’s, run a leg in a marathon relay and climbed both the Sears Tower and the Hancock. That’s a total of 126. 32k or 78.3 miles in just road races. That doesn’t even count training runs. (I haven’t counted those miles yet, but I am curious!)
I've learned ALOT this year (and I know I still have even more to learn. What I understand best is that running really is about the journey. That what you get out of running is different for everyone. Each run has a lesson and a purpose, it may not go as planned but you can learn something just the same. To be honest, I don’t know how it snuck up on me, but I’m proud to say, that in 2007, I think I became a runner.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Death is not an Option
Recently I posted about things that irritate me at the gym. Today, two of my favorites had an interesting interaction. Naked Hair Drier (who, today, was wearing underwear, so let's go with Semi-Naked Hair Drier) was flipping her hair about drying her hair and Loud Cell Phone talker (also in her underwear) was screaming at the top of her lungs in Polish at someone on the other line. She proceeds to start yelling at Semi-Naked Hair Drier (still in Polish) for only what I can assume was for her to stop drying her hair so that she could continue to converse.
This scene amused me to no end and probably turned me in to the weird girl who laughs randomly, but I digress. It reminded me of a game I used to play in college. My Sophomore year, I took Brain and Behavior with Barb. While this class was usually pretty interesting, there were just some lectures that dragged (generally the ones not about drugs or alcohol). As a result, Barb and I would play "Death is not an Option". It was based on the principle (learned in that very class) that when given a choice, you always do have a preference. Even if you think you can't decide, your brain really can make a decision (think Phoebe in friends playing the choice game with Joey). Anywho, Barb and I would spend our classes passing a paper back and forth pitting two random frat boys on campus against each other and forcing a choice between the two as to with whom we'd rather shack--and as the name implies--choosing death was not an option. (Don't judge, you know you're gonna play it!!) More often than not, the choices were not pretty in any way, shape or form. (Side bar--Barb, remember when we put the ambiguously gay duo as the two options?)
This game made me think, given the two gym annoyances (the Semi-Naked Hair Drier and the Talk Loudly on Her Cell Phone in her Underwear girls) who was the worse option? For me the Talk Loudly on Her Cell Phone girl seemed to be the more obnoxious of the two. Why naked hair drying in a semi-public place is more acceptable in my mind, I'll never know...but given the choice, I'll deal with her any day!
This scene amused me to no end and probably turned me in to the weird girl who laughs randomly, but I digress. It reminded me of a game I used to play in college. My Sophomore year, I took Brain and Behavior with Barb. While this class was usually pretty interesting, there were just some lectures that dragged (generally the ones not about drugs or alcohol). As a result, Barb and I would play "Death is not an Option". It was based on the principle (learned in that very class) that when given a choice, you always do have a preference. Even if you think you can't decide, your brain really can make a decision (think Phoebe in friends playing the choice game with Joey). Anywho, Barb and I would spend our classes passing a paper back and forth pitting two random frat boys on campus against each other and forcing a choice between the two as to with whom we'd rather shack--and as the name implies--choosing death was not an option. (Don't judge, you know you're gonna play it!!) More often than not, the choices were not pretty in any way, shape or form. (Side bar--Barb, remember when we put the ambiguously gay duo as the two options?)
This game made me think, given the two gym annoyances (the Semi-Naked Hair Drier and the Talk Loudly on Her Cell Phone in her Underwear girls) who was the worse option? For me the Talk Loudly on Her Cell Phone girl seemed to be the more obnoxious of the two. Why naked hair drying in a semi-public place is more acceptable in my mind, I'll never know...but given the choice, I'll deal with her any day!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
A little help here...
There's this movie with Ben Stiller in it and he plays a rabbi. I think it was a romantic comedy where his best friend is a priest and they're in love with the same woman who was a childhood friend who had moved away when they were seven.
Anybody remember it? Anyone know what I'm talkin' about? Anyone? (Buler...Buler)
Seriously, what's the name of this movie!?!
I'm not sure why it popped into my head, but it's been bugging me all day!
Anybody remember it? Anyone know what I'm talkin' about? Anyone? (Buler...Buler)
Seriously, what's the name of this movie!?!
I'm not sure why it popped into my head, but it's been bugging me all day!
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Apples and Oranges
I am not in denial. I can admit it. I am not technological in anyway shape or form. So, it makes sense that when I plan to make a major electronics purchase, I really try to research it as much as possible. Unfortunately this time, it backfired.
I wanted an iPod. I settled on the iPod 30, but I decided to wait until after my birthday. What happened that very weekend that has me still not owing an iPod? The fact that Apple up and yanked all the mini’s off the shelves and came out with the new “Nano”. Not that I have anything to say about the Nano. It looks sleek and the fact that it comes in black is appealing. But I don’t want a Nano. I want something that will hold more songs.
I could just get the 20GB or the 60GB, but which one would be the best? Is Apple going to come out with a re-designed 20 or 60 without warning? Is a 20GB enough? Is a 60 GB too much? What do I do?!?!
I know that the iPod, as with any other product will be obsolete in a year…some thing better or smaller will come out. But for now…what’s an un-technological girl to do?
Any suggestions?
I wanted an iPod. I settled on the iPod 30, but I decided to wait until after my birthday. What happened that very weekend that has me still not owing an iPod? The fact that Apple up and yanked all the mini’s off the shelves and came out with the new “Nano”. Not that I have anything to say about the Nano. It looks sleek and the fact that it comes in black is appealing. But I don’t want a Nano. I want something that will hold more songs.
I could just get the 20GB or the 60GB, but which one would be the best? Is Apple going to come out with a re-designed 20 or 60 without warning? Is a 20GB enough? Is a 60 GB too much? What do I do?!?!
I know that the iPod, as with any other product will be obsolete in a year…some thing better or smaller will come out. But for now…what’s an un-technological girl to do?
Any suggestions?
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