Friday, June 28, 2013

Even More This and That

✪  There are so many stars to choose from in this special character set of stars.  Today I'm going with the Captain America motif.  And, did you know that you can keep the special character window open? New things are learned every day.

✪  Speaking of Captain America, it lacked enough dialogue to keep me interested.

✪  The Rabid family had an impromptu movie adventure this week.  We left dinner before it was all cleaned up (think of the ants!) and hauled buns to see Now You See Me.  This one is a good, fun movie.  Not earth shattering, but completely entertaining and worth seeing again.  At the end, both Yahoos looked at me and hollered, "That was awesome!!!"

✪  Any movie with Jesse Eisenberg is a movie-friend of mine.  I love the kid.  I believe it has something to do with Zombieland.

✪  I'm going to lobby congress for a law against more zombie movies.  Yes, Brad Pitt, even yours.  The zombie movie was done and conquered in 2009.  Anything more would lead to the demise of the human population and quite possibly a real extinction.

✪  I feel like I can't get enough sleep lately.  I want naps.  I want an 8:00pm bed time.  I want to sleep until 7:00am.  While I'm awake I want to lay about doing nothing.

✪  When I lay about doing nothing, I like to watch TV.  Television is my lazy vice of choice.  The onslaughtering of on-line 'n all-the-time streaming has made this lazy vice all too convenient.  Right now (not now, but at this current TV-phase) I'm watching Grimm.  Spouse and I started some 24 a while back, but truthfully, we grew tired of Jack Bauer's heavy breathing and had to give it a rest.  Grimm, though?  It's borderline brilliant.  It's filmed in Portland, which, if you ask me, is the perfect setting.  During one episode Nick's girlfriend brought home a box of Voodoo Donuts and I got all weepy.

✪  Speaking of voodoo, one of my friends gave the ex "Jimmy" a voodoo doll.  This gift was presented shortly after our split.  I make an extra effort not to read into things, but how do you not read into that?  If you're gifting a voodoo doll during a divorce, it's pretty obvious who the voodoo doll is for.

✪  I have a girl-crush on my dentist.  She makes my teeth pretty.  She also tells some great stories while  the mouth is spread the size of Mars and eight Martian hands are doing their business.  The stories are genius as they tend to drown out the sound of that wretched drill.  That wretched drill.  It does not hurt, but the sound... it's akin to fingernails on a chalkboard.  I visited this dentist this week to have a tooth fixed.  It was a sincerely delightful experience.  When she finished, I told her that she could charge more for her stories.  This time she told the story about how one of her chickens died and she had to bury it while her spouse had asked if she "offed it."  I asked her why she didn't eat it.  She said it had something to do with the flies and whatnot that had accumulated in between the time it died and the time she found it.

✪  After this last visit, I was officially dubbed "The Tooth Brush Queen."  It's because I love this dentist, tell all my friends about this dentist and then give them a toothbrush so as to remember her name, Dr. Michelle Jorgensen!  I was still numb and number during said dubbing and couldn't smile quite right.  This led to a some serious tear-filled laughter.  I have toothbrushes.  Come see me, then go see them.

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Thursday, June 27, 2013

More This and That

Yesterday's This and That was a hoot!  I wanna do it again!

✭  I'm happy to report that I have officially joined the running scene again.  Three weeks ago, I ran the Utah Valley Marathon.  This Utah Valley Marathon was 26.2 miles, just in case you were wondering.  It was tough, but not too tough, yet my feet hurt for days.  FOR DAYS.  This marathon is held on a highway made of concrete.  Concrete is not forgiving at all.  My feet hurt for days.  At mile 20, my little brother's wife met me to do what the pros call "pace."  (He's not my real little brother; he's my pretend, chosen little brother, if I were able to choose a little brother.  That makes his wife my pretend, chosen, little sister-in-law, if I were able to choose a little sister-in-law.)  Words cannot express how grateful I am for her... have you ever had someone run with you for the last six miles of a marathon?  OH MY STARS.  Useful and helpful would be the understatement of the heedless.  We picked off 25 women in the last six miles.  I'm rather fond of my little sister-in-law... here we are at the finish:

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This one is a keeper.  You should know her.

✭  When driving home, I saw this sign and shed some tears.  It was a marathon!  And I was there!  And I finished!  Honest, folks, there were some months last year where I thought I'd never run again.

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✭ Oh... and did I mention that I qualified for Boston?  And took second in my age division?  True story.  A 3:27:51 got me 2nd place in Yayas aged 40-44.

✭  The night before the race, Tia came to visit.  It was her birthday.  When you spend your birthday at my house you get a party.  Even if it's just me who comes.  To prepare, I asked Tia's son Tyson if he'd provide some Tia's-favorite-things type help.  Tyson did not disappoint.  In fact, Tyson should provide a clinic on how to be a doting, loving, attentive son.  Check it out:

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✭  I took a cue or two from Tyson's list, made fruit pizza, bought her a couple of Jim Carey featurettes, and took us to Machu Picchu via Photoshop:

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 ✭  I've done some reading.  Not a lot, but some.  I read Kim by Rudyard Kipling.  The story was great,  complete with many twists and turns, surprises and unforeseen whammies.  However, I found myself getting lost in turn-of-the-century Britain-Inda politics as well as various cultural and religious anomalies.  I would recommend this book only to someone who was intrigued by Indian culture, and also liked to read lots (and lots) of footnotes (you know, to explain what the aich is going on.)  I'm rather fond of Kipling's writing.  He's goofy and fun.  I will continue with Kipling.

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✭  I also read Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne.  This one, with it's clever dialogue and geeky old-school science fiction, never failed to delight.  Mr. Verne is French, which means the book was translated at some point.  I often wonder what happens during translation.  I wonder what is lost and what is added.  I will read more of this Jules Verne.

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✭  This summer has been busy.  I don't do well with busy.  I like time to tinker.  I call it my tinker time.  Tinker time is where I tinker about managing odds and ends at an even, leisurely pace.  I haven't had my tinker time.

✭  Why so busy?  I'll tell you why so busy.  The Yahoos are growing up.  They have piano, and piano academy, and scouts, and band camp, and recitals.  I had a week-long camp to attend, have new responsibilities at work, and now we are off to a family reunion.  After the family reunion, Yahoo #1 has a 50 mile stomp du Wasatch Front. It's like we go from one thing to the next and the next and the next...

Well... that's all the This and That time I have for today.  See you tomorrow?

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

This and That

I just read another one of Megan's random happening posts.  They are terrific.  And they always have a clever title, such as Potpourri, Sweet Nothings, Fragments, and my personal favorite, What Naught.   They are collectively labeled Notes and they are my favorite to read.  They also happen to be fun to write.  I have a bunch to report, so I figured I'd follow her lead... imitation is the best flattery, right?

✶ Facebook, with it's users and their incessant need to "set the world straight" has taught me that the world needs all kinds of people.  Yes, all kinds, and especially the kinds that bug.

✶ I say "Oh My Stars" often.  Very often.  Too often.  It's my OMG.  When it comes to written communication, I prefer real words, not acronyms, and I really (really!) like punctuation.  Therefore, you won't find me texting you an OMS any time soon.

✶ Note that I've used stars for bullets.

✶ Also note that I'm not all that great at punctuation.  But I'm learning, right?

✶ Speaking of Megan, she has a wasband now.  As in a husband that was.  That was a bad year.  Bad, bad, BAD year.  Divorce sucks.  She's better for the wear now, but geez, that was a bad year.

✶ Jessica (often referred to as Internet Jessica, but not by me, because she's really my only Jessica) had a baby.  On Groundhog Day.  How many of us moms have referred to mother-hood as a never-ending episode of Bill Murray's Groundhog Day?  There's some irony in that Jessica birthing a boy on Groundhog Day.

✶ Yahoo #1 is 12 now.  TWELVE!  I want him to stay 12.  I have found that I have said this since he was seven.  I think this means I'm enjoying him, yes?  He enters the Junior High machine in August.

✶ I ran the Wasatch Back Relay this weekend.  (Runner 5, in case you're interested and you can read other reports of this silly Wasatch Back by going here.) I was invited by a team of delightful girls, of whom I've  watched for years and have yearned for fellowship.  "I want to run on that team!"  were my thoughts of old.  "I hope some day they invite me!"  I'm here to say that I have been invited.  We came, we conquered third place in Women's Submasters, and Rabid would not shut up the entire time.  I'm having serious night-after regrets over this one.  I'm sure they grew tired of me and were happy to drop me on the curb, never to return.  I can hear it now, "Someone, please, PLEASE!  SHUT HER UP!"  Here we are at the finish:

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✶ In defense of my 29-hour yak-fest, I need to mention that I have lots of stories running about right now.  Good, juicy, NO-Freaking-WAY! stories.  The stories that would be out-of-this-world spectacular for future reference, and/or entertainment.  Due to privacy issues – the privacy of others, that is – I must keep them from public viewing.  A while back, I read a post that violated every privacy rule there is, HIPAA, Scout's Honor, cross-my-heart, you name it.  Since, I've thought long and hard about others' privacy.  Therefore, if you want my stories, you'll need to invite me on a run.  Or something.

✶ Rabid has an Instagram!  I've done marked my rabidrunner territory once again!  Follow me with @rabidrunner.  Or not.  Whatever.

✶ Speaking of marking territories, I've been stewing over some vanity plates.  What's your verdict on vanity plates?  Love 'em, hate 'em? 

✶ Life is good.  I turned 41 last week (which reminds me that I need to document the 40th hillbilly birthday bash!)  Great things are happening.  An equal amount of "challenges" have come our way as well.  This is the balance of life.  I think.  I hope all is well with you and yours.