Thursday, April 26, 2007

Moral Dilemma

My next-door neighbor up and moved out over the weekend because her boyfriend, quote un-quote, went and got psycho on her. But her newspaper still gets delivered. I think she's gone for good, but I suppose it is possible for her to come back.

So the dilemma is this: Can I take her Sunday paper? I want to know what's on sale at Target. Or should I leave it, in case she comes back, and the only thing she has to comfort her in this time of struggle is the Target ad?

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Salt Lake Marathon 5K

I promised my dear Tara that I would not only run the 5K with her, but help her out before and after with the signage. No biggie, right? Except that I came down with a cold this week and was feeling not very energetic. And last night was miserable. (Please skip the next two paragraphs if you don't like whining.)

I had agreed to volunteer under the assumption that this is a huge event, and therefore well organized, and that there would be plenty of other volunteers doing signage with us. Ha. Tara, Christin, Cathy, and I were it. The dude with the signs was an hour late meeting us. It was cold. I felt like ass. There was a lot to do. I was feeling very discouraged about the running in the morning situation. Especially as 10:00, and then 11:00, came and went. We had to fight with the jerkfaces putting up the scaffold for some zipties. We ended up with these little
itty bitty microscopic zipties. We put what felt like 5,000 signs along 100 miles of fencing with said tiny zipties. Going along on our knees to attach the bottoms. Did I mention it was cold? And starting to rain? And now my knees hurt. Tara, for obvious reasons, wanted to finish the job she set out to do. Christin, Cathy, and I, unwilling to leave a man behind, suffered through it as quietly as we could manage. Finally, after midnight, we were dismissed. We get to the parking garage just in time for a post-movie traffic jam. Perfect. I made it home at 1:30 in the f-ing morning. Race day. I went to sleep on the wrong side of the bed...

Five hours later, and still on the wrong side of the bed, my alarm goes off. I've come to terms with the fact that I'm a giver-upper and I'm walking this 5K. My nose is running, I have a raging headache, my throat is scratchy, I still feel like ass.

But before you send the wahmbulance, you should know that my spirits were starting to take a turn for the better by the time we hit the startline. I started off running. And kept running. And kept running. When I thought it'd been a few minutes, Mom pointed out that it had actually been fifteen! We were practically half-way there. I kept running. I couldn't believe it - I felt great! I kept running. I'm totally going to do this. South end of the Gateway, Mofro's "Lochloosa" comes on the iPod, J.J. Grey's sexy soulful voice is going to sing me on home. Two blocks from the finish, I ran even faster. People were cheering. Oh my gosh.

I crossed the finish line, and sort of wanted to die, but who cares? I just finished my second-ever 5K! And I feel really confident that I beat last year's time of 35:32. And that, my friends, is a great feeling.

Its like I was saying earlier this week, I hate running. Hate it. But I love finishing!

Congrats, Mom and Tara, for finishing your first 5K! I'm sooooooo proud of both you!!!!!

Friday, April 13, 2007

Friday Evening Find

I just watched episode 1, season 1 of Desperate Housewives and I can't believe how hooked I am. I think I love it more than Deadwood. I have to get back on the couch to find out what happens next asap!

P.S. Just so you know, I'm not being a loser this Friday night - I have to work in the morning.

Friday Morning Rant

Oh my god I'm so sick of Don Imus! Can we please talk about something else?

Saturday, April 7, 2007

Good Day Sunshine

I'm always nervous the first time I ski in a season. Yes, its true - my first time skiing this season was in April. When Dad and I first got to the top of Majestic, I tried dilly-dallying by asking where they keep the tobaggons on the mountain, what's up with that funkily-painted double decker bus at the top of a lift, blahbiddy blahbiddy blah... But that only works for a minute, then its time to ski down, and I actually did just fine. Its like riding a bike. The run I liked the best today was Sunshine. It was so good, in fact, that we decided to do it twice in a row. The second time up the Snake Creek Express, I realized I had to pee. Challenge to self: get from the top of Snake to the bathroom at the base of the mountain without stopping. Challenge accepted. Challenge rocked! I swoosh swoosh swooshed down the entire mountain. I've never done that before, and it was fun. Eventually my quads were burning, my knees were aching, and I determined I only had one run left in me. On the way down that last time we watched a girl fall onto her own ski, and I got to watch ski-patroller Dad in action. He took her down on a tobaggon, which was exciting, and then it was time for me to get back to the valley for the next thing I've been nervous about lately...

Kickball practice. The season starts Thursday and I haven't played kickball since elementary school! But today I met my team, and they're really fun. Granted, two of them know one of my ex-boyfriends, and two of them know my boss, but that sort of thing is to be expected in Small Lake City. As for the kickballing itself, it wasn't so bad. The sprinting from base to base was harder than I thought, but it'll be good for me. I think I'm going to like it. As soon as I figure out what field position I'm most comfortable in.

Skiing in the morning. Kickballing in the afternoon. This is what springtime in the high desert is all about.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

I Love It. All Of It.

I love Galactic. I love the dancing. I love Stanton's drum stylings. I love the inevitable Led Zeppelin cover. I love the crowd. I love the vibe. I love a smoke-free venue. I love it more when its a cruise ship, but I'll take The Depot over Suede or Harry O's anyday. I love running into Brandon and Candice & Mike and Matt and Beau and Travis and Ariel & Pete and Ben and Big Boy and JJ. I love Dayna working her way up to the stage with the hope that someone from the band will point at her and say, "that's the girl from Jam Cruise." I don't love that it all happened on a Wednesday. But I deal with it. Because I love Galactic.