Saturday, September 30, 2006
And while the substance of the post that HE made under a similiar title was sweet and genuine and heartfelt, mine will be short and sort of bitter.
Let's just say that 20 miles is long. And far. And people who run marathons have something seriously wrong with them.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Which makes Grey's Anatomy such an easy and fun way to waste an hour. Plenty of attractive men, plenty of overblown drama, and not very much to challenge me. Sexy, melodramatic and ultimately, pretty dumb. Sort of like it's titular character Dr. Meredith Grey. The one character I can't stand.
For those of you who don't watch the show, the season opener finds our heroine at the apex of an agonizing love triangle. Should she choose Derick-the one-night stand turned love of her life surgeon who choose reconciliation with his wife over continuing their relationship but then never bothered to really commit to said reconciliation and ended up seducing Meredith in an exam room on hospital prom night while his wife cluelessly sipped punch a few feet away(don't make me explain. I'm already feeling a bit nauseous about these storylines when I see them in black and white.)?
Should she choose Finn-the recently widowed and very cute veterinarian who was only mad for about five seconds when he figured out she slept with Derick when she was really HIS prom date?
So to have two incredibly smart, incredibly hot, incredibly doctorly men beg for her affections she must be a truly amazing woman right?
WRONG! Compared to any other female character on the show, this one is whiny, helpless, self-centered, indecisive and dull. Her storylines are so over the top dramatic-her now crazy mother had an affair with the Chief of Surgery she works for, the father she never met has a whole family she never knew until one showed up as her patient, her dog gets cancer. She's the kind of girl who lives under a tiny dark cloud. But she's totally hot.
And therein lies my gripe with Meredith Grey. She represents all that is wrong with the world. While the smart, strong, capable, independent and highly attractive women on the show deal with real problems, the whiny, sad, spineless but SMOKIN' one deals with which amazing man who has declared his undying love for her she will choose.
Maybe she has to be the main character because she IS the show-sexy, melodramatic, and ultimately, a little bit dumb.
Mind you, I will not stop watching this show. But I might starting hitting mute when her annoying little whine starts up.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
This happened last night with a song called "Parade" by Heypenny from an album called Use These Spoons. As you can see from this blog, where you can download "Parade" for you own listening pleasure, this is not a brand new song. And a little further searching shows that it was definitely floating through the music blogosphere this whole year but I somehow managed to miss it completely. But I'm not missing out anymore and that's why I'm passing it along to all of you.
You are totally welcome.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Here are some things my dad likes:
Apple Pie (also America)
The Civil War
His lovely children
And these are some things I'd like to say thank you for:
-my undying love for live music
-my writing abilities
-a love of good books
-my soda addiction
-introducing pickles, cherry peppers and dark chocolate to my diet as soon as I could chew
-feeding us cookies and sprite for breakfast when mom was out of town
-not disowning me when i voted for John Kerry
-always being sure I can do anything even if there is evidence to the contrary
-the fraggle face
I love you dad, hope today is a great day!
Monday, September 25, 2006
bigger responsibility than they could ever have imagined. They have been writing a blog about the whole experience that I can't read without sobbing.They are working to get the two girls into adoptive families and the ever mounting lawyer bills are getting increasingly draining. Their congregation in D.C. has been incredibly generous, and their friends are doing all they can-but the congregation is getting tapped out and their friend group includes alot of folks like them-young and starting out with student loans and little families taking most of their resources. So I have been trying to think of people in my own circle-friends of my parents, more established people I work with, friends with influential families-to try to widen the net of possible contributors. These two women are the most amazing example of selflessness and christlike living and I really want them to be able to care for the girls without the fear of not being able to afford to pay the bills.
So here is my plea to all of you that stop by my blog-can you help? do you know someone who can? Their complete story and a place to send donations can all be found at their blog. It's super easy to just copy and paste that link and send it off to someone who can help. If the 50 or so people who visit my blog everyday made a donation and got at least one other person to do so as well, we could all really help to change just a small corner of the world.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Just in case you were wondering how to make sure your 18 miler gets slashed to 12 and you end up feeling like a chewed up piece of gum, here is the recipe:
1. try not to drink much more than 8 ounces of water the day before. if possible, drink an obscene amout of Diet Coke instead.
2. see if you can have a meeting in another city that requires you to get up at 5:00, fly to Portland, spend the day in heavy brainstorming and fly home in one day.
3. when you get home from the meetings, don't go right to bed. go over to a friend's house and watch the season premiere of The Office for the fourth time in two days.
4. then answer emails for an hour when you get home.
5. then try really hard to be restless in your sleep
6. ditch your normal pre-run food routine and eat an egg mcmuffin. no really, it's just like the banana you usually have
7. goof around for as long as you can after you eat so that by the time you get on the trail, it's been hours since you ate
8. pick a route as far from the beach as possible so that it's really good and hot
9. wear the wrong shoes
I'm telling you folks. It really doesn't take much to make sure that you too can be a complete deadbeat.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Her husband Paul, apparently recognizing a talent and a passion in his wife, was incredibly supportive and spent most of his own career helping her write her books and produce her shows. He even designed that kitchen you can now see for yourself in Washington D.C. to fit her perfectly.
She was too tall for television, her voice can grate on you after you listen to her talk for too long and she certainly isn't a great beauty BUT, she still managed to turn herself into THE foremost American culinary expert of the 20th century.
Everytime I think that time is running out, that I am too old to take up tennis, or learn how to sew, or change careers or go back to school or find a mate who will not be intimated by how many plans I still have knocking around my overactive imagination, I think of Julia and Paul Child.
Alright. I'll admit it. I miss you.
This is hard for me to admit as I spent alot of our time together complaining about you, comparing you to others, plotting my escape from you. But there it is. I opened the internet today to an article about New England leaf peeping and all of the sudden I forgot your miserable winters and your distance from my family and the Red Sox horrible season and just wanted to see you. I want to pull my sweaters out of the dark recesses of my closet and dress in layers and buy new boots and bake pumpkin pies and go to high school football games and corn mazes and pick apples and roadtrip to New York and flirt with the new crop of grad school kids at church. I want one last swim at Walden Pond in the long shadows of summer's end. I want turtlenecks and rowing competitions and Arrested Development in front of the fireplace.
I know. I'm irrational, I'm experiencing selective memory disease. I know that if I lived in Boston right now, I would be so busy dreading the coming snow that I would have little time to enjoy how fresh and alive everyone looks when they are just pleasantly chilled. I would be spending more time worrying about snow tires and crazy heating bills then being grateful for a few more outdoor runs along the Charles.
So don't think I want you back, I don't.
At least I don't think I do.
Whatever, nevermind. Don't respond. I probably won't even send this.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
For a variety of reasons, I have spent a lot of time thinking about breakups over the last few months. I don't want to get into a lot of specifics or make this post into some sob story. I want simply to say that a complete review of all the romantic relationships of my life thus far has yielded this conclusion.
"There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say"
I feel like it's a big accomplishment to be able to say that and to mean it-that I can look back now and see good things about each of these experiences, can find things I learned in each situation, and ultimately feel peaceful about the endings. I was telling a friend tonight that sometimes I feel like my 15 year old sister and I have more in common than I have with married women my own age because I am still dealing with bad dates and awkward crushes. And I guess to some extent that is kind of true, but the truth is that at 15 I had a tendency to assume that any boy who didn't like me back, or hurt my feelings, or flat didn't notice me, was just a dumb jerk. I am glad to have reached a point in my life where I can see that sometimes, two good people just don't work out. Even if you really love each other. I have found that not looking at men as eventual enemies in the dating game, but instead realizing that it's just as confusing and difficult for them, has made a huge difference in the way I feel about relationships and in the way I treat people.
So one of my 30 year old resolutions is that I will not be taking the "boys are dumb!" mentality into the next phase of my life. Unpredictable and confusing and totally frustrating at times? For sure. But I suspect that I can be all of those things as well. I want to be able to live my life with more "sure learned a lot from that one" and less "I wish I had never met you".
Alright October 14. Maybe I'm almost ready for you.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
So today, as I did my 16 mile marathon training run, when I was sort of tempted to cheat on my mileage or walk the last five miles, I would chant to myself, "Christpher and Marc rode their bikes from Logan to Jackson. Christopher and Marc rode their bikes from Logan to Jackson," and I would realize what a pansy I was being.
This run was sort of a significant mental victory since it's actually the longest distance I've ever run outside of my last marathon. Three and a half years ago, when I was training for the Rock and Roll Marathon, it was during my 16 miler that I injured myself and wasn't able to run until the day of the race. I still remember exactly where I was in Harvard Square when I felt an excruciating pain my ankle and knew that something was seriously wrong. I limped around Boston that weekend and on Monday my doctor confirmed the seriousness of my injury and I ended up in physical therapy twice a week for the six weeks until the marathon. The only running I did in between was the 30 minutes my therapist let me do in his office three days before I left for San Diego and I sobbed the entire time-partially because I missed running so much and partially because I was totally afraid it would hurt and he would decide I couldn't go. But he sent me off with plenty of athletic tape and a special wrapping technique and I did indeed finish that marathon.
All week I've sort of been dreading this run and today it finally hit me why. My training has not been as consistent as I would have liked this time around, and sickness and travel and aches and pains have all conspired to make me wonder if this was such a good idea. I think I was understandably nervous that this distance might be a real killer.
I am however, very pleased to report that I not only survived, but felt really good pretty much the whole time. The last couple of miles were a bit tough and I am sitting here at 10 on a saturday night already in my pajamas as I am EXHAUSTED. But. I did it. The whole 16. And I didn't get hurt. And I didn't let myself get discouraged. All manner of tiny victories today. And my reward? New jeans in a new, smaller size.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Yesterday I had a meeting with a contractor so I did the whole-"I'm a real live professional with a grown-up job" look. Sassy heels, skirt, flashy top, accessories, my hair actually done like it's supposed to be, makeup-definitely a turned up version of usual.
It turns out you get alot more done in an office full of men when you dress that way. IT support on demand, mailroom guys racing around to do my bidding, even my boss paying closer attention to things I said. It would have been slightly disconcerting if it hadn't also been slightly awesome.
So this morning I show up in a skirt and t-shirt and the guy in the mailroom, who yesterday was fumbling for words when I walked into his office, says to me, "oh, back to normal today?"
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
Because really, when was the last time you spent the morning taking photos in the mirror of an airplane bathroom and playing with them in photoshop because if you have to read one more airline magazine or drink one more child size glass of tomato juice you might lose your mind once and for all.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I wonder about this Mary Arnold Dorfman. What sort of harrassment did she heap upon the author of this tag and what revenge did he exact on her? I thought about this all the way back to the theater and then promptly forgot as I took my seat.
Which is precisely why I love my digital camera so. My random observations need never again disappear into nothingness.
Monday, September 04, 2006
We hosted a baby shower for said friend this weekend and for her gift, I wanted to do something a little more meaningful than little pink clothes from Baby Gap(which truth be told, i also really, really love to buy.) So I solicited some suggestions from friends and made a CD of songs about parenthood. I downloaded songs by everyone from Talking Heads to the Dixie Chicks to this Mark Cohn gem I got from Lori years ago and proceeded to cry like a two year old everytime I worked on the playlist. I don't really know what a girl is supposed to feel when faced with lyrics like these from Paul Simon
"I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you"
or this particular tear inducing verse by Nil Lara
"I have a son
I've seen the response of God in me
Coming to life
Kicking me strong
Draining my blood
You're my first child
I'll show you no harm
I'll teach you my love"
So yeah, I have been a quivering mess of emotions all week. And I think it's the mommy stirrings that awakened the sleeping crafty genes I didn't think I got from my pioneer ancestors. But a CD with such fantastic lyrics really needed a booklet to go along with it so I found myself one day at lunch spending way too much time and money at Michael's buying the supplies to make this
I will sheepishly admit that I now own scissors that cut wavy line borders. And lots of ribbon. And so much cardstock. I'm actually thinking of making my own Christmas cards this year but please don't quote me on that.
In all seriousness though, it was really fun to put together the CD and to think about all the wonderful changes that are about to happen in Brooke and Eric's life. And I really enjoyed the creative process of working on the booklet and was quite pleased with how this first try turned out.
And then tonight when Corey and I went to pick up baseball tickets at our friend's house and ended up getting talked into an impromptu game of swimming pool football with a bunch of cute boys, well, I guess there are worse things than being the carefree single girl right?
Friday, September 01, 2006
So I called Derick, one of my oldest and dearest college friends, who happens to now live in Orange County and last night I went to dinner with him and his lovely girlfriend Crystal.
I will fully admit that I was spoiled when it came to fun in college. I joined a sorority at the end of my freshman year and although I know that conjures up all manner of stereotypes, I had a really fantastic Greek experience. Derick was in the fraternity we spent most of our time with and was just about one of the best friends a girl could have. I think the poor guy wins the award for having had to listen to me cry about just about every failed relationship of the last 12 years. He has been a listening ear through school worries, divorcing parents, scary career moves and geographic displacements. Always supportive, always ready with patience and great advice. I feel so blessed that our friendship continues to grow even eight years (gulp!)after we graduated.
And I'm pleased to report that sushi seems to be a very effective cure for homesickness.