Less=More

To your immediate left if 50 pounds. If you add 2 to that then you have how much less of me there is.

As a follow up on the afore mentioned shoes that I was going to gift myself when I got here...I tried them on at Nordstroms today and they pinched like a mother. I must go back to the drawing board on this one...maybe I need the Burberry ballet flats.

News of the "Who the Hell is this Girl"?

I have decided to start running....I will wait for the hysterical laughter to subside before going on. I really have started to actually run; point a to point b. I have some friends who are some pretty hard core runners, and good on them for that. I don't think I am going to go that far...the constant swearing that takes place during said runs leads me to believe that isn't happening.

Since I am crazy task oriented girl, I am training for a 5k or 3 miles. Nothing too outrageous, but enough that I have to work my way up to it. My goal is to be able to string 3 miles together by October 19th and help out an non-profit whose work I am familiar with and am supportive of. This year is turning out to be quite the surprise. I haven't pegged one single, solitary (intentional redundancy) twist or turn that this year has taken; and that my friends is pretty damn awesome!

Julies United Weekend

This is me and my friend, Julie...not me and, a very nice lady in a sassy hat that we were sitting by at the Toledo Mud Hens v Richmond Braves game on Saturday night. Because we are awesome we found ourselves in the middle of a little adventure...the story is below.

For reasons unknown by me the Braves managed to win despite my attendance; although J2 believes that the unseemly 6-1 loss by the Mud Hens was her doing as she too was in attendance. After enjoying a complementary display of fireworks, which we were told was going to happen regardless of our attendance…but we beg to differ, we went to locate J2’s gray car at the lot where we had left it. And this dear reader is where our adventure began…

It should be duly noted that Fifth/Third Field, or 1 and 2/3 Field was approximately 5.9 miles from our palatial digs at the Toledo Hilton, thank you work. We made the opposing turn onto Washington Rd as to place us in the correct position to make it back to said palatial digs. We knew something was amiss as we passed the art museum and the glass house in lieu of the zoo. This however did not dissuade us; we were strong in our conviction that we knew how to find our way home. Man alive were we wrong!!!

Upon passing the posh University area, posh being a relative term to where the night led, we found ourselves in the bowels of Toledo. While listening to our inner compasses, in hindsight a terrible idea, we were treated to some very colorful night life. As we found ourselves traveling down Monroe we spied the ultimate multi-tasker, a convenience shop were one could accrue beer and lottery tickets; as well as cash a check, pay your utilities, and redeem your WIC. We also had our doors blown off by a Caddy with an eye catching two-tone purple and green optic finishes and proceeded to pass a house where we could buy designer clothes and hair weaves. We should also state at this time that we scorned I-75 on at least 3 separate occasions.

Once again listening to our faulty inner compasses, we turned down Detroit thinking we had passed it on our way to the baseball game…which had now ended a half an hour ago. While travelling down Detroit we came upon an oasis in the darkness, The Platinum Gentlemen’s Club…which was housed in a plaza where you could get dentures made, tattoos and piercings, and automobile insurance (for either Michigan or Ohio). Dazzled by the lights of The Platinum we were unable to stay on Detroit and made our way to Telegraph Road. Yes dear reader it would be the same Telegraph Road (US-24) that runs through Detroit.

After the comedic break down at the Michigan border and texting of a Central Time Zone compatriot (still waiting on that text back), an hour after the baseball game ended, we stumbled upon the nirvana that was Alcatraz Gentlemen’s Club. Alcatraz was resplendent in its chic exterior and trucker friendly parking lot. As we went further down US-24 convinced that I-75 would miraculously appear…it failed to.

At this point we would be remiss to not acknowledge the contribution of Nicole at Meijer; where we stopped for h2o, a lottery ticket, and a map. Nicole’s directive was stay on US-24 and indeed I-75 will appear after a mystery Wal-Mart. We’re still looking for that Wal-Mart and I-275 was found. Luckily, we are no Cinderellas as we would have been in grave trouble as the clock had passed midnight.

Thirty miles later and the revelation that we were ravenous; we made our way back into Ohio…passing every damn street we had previously driven on, much to our eternal chagrin and dismay. We finally made our way back to the turnpike to go one exit as to be back to where our day had started 10 hours ago. Mercifully, we had a hard copy of the directions to the hotel in the car. Thank you J2 for leaving that vital information in the car. A brief detour to the Kroger down the street from the hotel brought us a reward of M&Ms and a lottery ticket for our haggard souls. We pulled into the parking lot of our hotel at least 70 miles and two and a half hours later. Upon entering the hotel we stumbled upon the hotel shop where the actual Peanut Butter M&Ms we wanted but couldn’t find in a grocery store were found.

3 Day Breast Cancer Walk

My friend Julie, who I lovingly refer to as Julie, not me, is a stud. She is quite simply one of the coolest people I know. The picture above is of the closing ceremonies at the Chicago 3 Day Breast Cancer walk. She walked 60 miles in 3 days to help rid the world of breast cancer.

My friend, Janna, who is both studdly and standing beside me while I was taking this picture, completed her second 3 day last weekend in Boston. Former bordermart compatriot, Anita walked Cleveland. My girl Becky will be hiking through Philly as well.

I'm thinking about joining in on one next year...most likely next October in a flat metropolis. Be forwarned...I will be hitting you up for money and you will give it to me because every one loves boobs!

Braves Game or Why Must You Always Break My Heart

So a million years ago, really it was only the beginning of the month, I went to see the my beloved Atlanta Braves play. They are currently in the middle of airing out the joint and there were only 2 actual starters on the day I saw them...but it means nothing to me! My love for them is a strong as ever.

I would like to thank my benefactor for the best tickets of my life and the gratis parking. We were right behind the Brewer's dugout. Had Larry been playing that day...he could have heard me calling him Larry. BTW...the Braves got clobbered that day. Between C.C. Sabathia having every one's number and Prince Fielder going yard twice; there was no joy in Mudville.

Honey, I'm Home!!!

Finally! It took me three weeks to do so . Work has been brutal. You know things have been bad when I am excited to go an hang out/babysit new staff.

I have been desperately in love with the Olympics...per usual. I will find some time this week to catch up on all of my wacky adventures.

Just Sad...

Skip Caray, long-time Braves broadcaster and one of the voices of my childhood, died today. I couldn't even try to put a number on how many summer nights were spent in front of the TV for a 7:05 first pitch with my homemade score card while Skip and Pete Van Wieren called half of the game before going over to radio.

I've Been Tagged (Twice actually)

Apparently I've been tagged by both Becky and Julie (not me). Generally I don't pay any attention to these things, but I am making an exception because the afore mentioned women are oh so very awesome.



5 things found in your bag:

More lip product than one woman needs-between the balms, Carmex, and 20 odd lip glosses and sticks...did I mention that they are all pretty much the same color.

Cell phone and Q-must be in touch with the world

iPod-Makes all of the driving and flying tolerable

Some sort of granola bar, piece of string cheese, or fruit-Never know when lunch is going to be and blood sugar levels must be maintained!

My "Coinbeast" change purse-It just makes me laugh every time I use it.


5 favorite things found in your bedroom:

My bed-it doesn't have any bells or whistles on it...but I'm in it so rarely these days that I love it all the more when I am there.

The kitchen table-It's late 40's/early50's red and white enamel. It was in my Grandparent's kitchen and so many of my favorite memories took place at it. I now use it as my desk.

Nightstand-It houses the books I want to read and my favorite picture of me and my dad from when I was a little girl.

Louisville Slugger-Lives under the bed and serves as the SSS, singleton security system.

The Books-Ones from my childhood, ones from college, ones that I love, ones that I still need to read.


5 things I have always wanted to do:

Write the great American novel and then be done with it a la Harper Lee

Sing the National Anthem at a major sporting event.

Drive across America

Receive an Honorary Degree from somewhere

Be able to turn a raise down


5 things I am currently into:

Finishing up my school openings-It may drive me to edge but I love my job!

Training for my 1st 5K

Cleaning out my closet-It's a nice feeling to get rid of the clothes that are too big!

Playing Scrabble on Facebook-I welcome all challengers

Getting to see my peeps when I am home on the weekends


5 people I want to tag

Shannon

Jessica

Victoria

Holly

Random Stranger #23

Dear Delta:

Please stop fucking up my luggage!!!

Every time that I fly you, there is some sort of issue. The last time you thought it was appropriate to send my bag home, in the middle of a blizzard, when I had told you numerous times that I wasn't going there.

This time you thought it would be awesome to annihilate the front pocket of said bag. When I went to bring said destruction to your attention; you acted like you were doing me some sort of favor by offering to have it repaired. You fucked it up...you fix it...you are not doing me a favor...a favor would have been not fucking it up in the first place.

Cheers,
Jules