Thursday, December 27, 2007

Bamboo shoots and water torture

Are both preferable than the BORE-dom I have at work this week. How many websites can I hit in a day? Turns out, quite a few...any web suggestions for Snoore-fest Friday?

-K


P.S. On a running note, I've been a lazy pig since December 23. I've resolved to continue my lazy, non-running streak until January 2, just to treat myself before I buckle down on the "sticks and twigs" diet and training for the next half. I doubt I will make it that long w/o lacing up the shoes, but I'm going to try my best! Everyone needs a goal...mine is sloth. Happy New Year!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Be careful out there

Over the past weekend, I had a reminder that we as a human race really need to care for each other. I don't mean to get heavy on you all, but let me tell my story:

Sunday in Michigan, we were literally SHIT on with snow. In our area, about 10" (not man-inches, but real inches) of snow. Mr. Gravity didn't venture out to try to tackle the job of snow removal until about 4pm. While he was outside in the (very) cold and blowing snow, he noticed our elderly neighbor across the street. Struggling to start an antique snow blower. Repeatedly pulling the cord, and repeatedly getting no response. So, Mr. Gravity did what I hope we all would have done: He took our machine across the street and began plowing their snow. He stopped a bit to look over the machine with the neighbor, and resumed the work. I noticed this from our front window, and decided I would pack a few Xmas cookies in a bag and bring them over along with some hot cocoa for Mr. G to warm up with.

While I was serving Mr. Gravity his hot beverage, Elderly Neighbor Man motioned for me to come into the house. Elderly Neighbor Lady was at the kitchen table, attempting to send out Xmas cards. I say attempting, because little did we know but she had a bad fall at a local grocery store a few weeks ago and had just returned home from the hospital a few days ago. Her legs have been very weak, so she can't walk very well; and her arm and hand have numbness. They have no children that live nearby, and ENM has been trying to do all of the cooking and housework since ENL has been down. We found out that if the snow hadn't been removed, the home care worker that gives ENL her therapy and shower wouldn't have showed up the next day. Mr. Gravity and I spent the next hour or so in that kitchen, sharing my cookies with the neighbors and enjoying a nice strong cup of coffee courtesy of ENM.

They both had wonderful tales to tell. They have been married since 1950. ENM was in the Navy and had traveled all over Europe and North Africa. ENL had nice stories of her children, and they are expecting their 6th great (!) grand child this April. ENL was so thankful that we helped with the snow; when we were in the kitchen alone (while the boys were still working outside), she became choked up and emotional. My heart went out to her. I'm sure she and her husband are proud people, but the emotional toll of being injured (especially around the holidays) has to be great. I have to admire a couple that can persevere together. To work together as a team once their individual abilities start to diminish. I learned some great lessons Sunday afternoon about marriage; and aging; and personal pride.

My message is this: Just take the time to look out for your neighbors. Take that risk to reach out to a stranger. You may be rewarded in ways that money or math can't quantify. Happy Holidays, all...


-K

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

It's the most, stuffiest time of the year!

Here's a small trip to hell for you:

Sinus is blocked because it is too dry in the house. Run the humidifier, wake up with an even more clogged head b/c sinus is getting used to the dry air. Unblock ears by pinching nose and blowing, commence sinus infection.

I love winter.


-K

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Every team needs a weak link

The decision has been made: Mike P, I accept your invitation to the Steers Long Distance Project. Bayshore 2008 Half, here I come!


-The Weakest Steer

Saturday, November 24, 2007

My nemesis

All of you close, personal friends of mine know I have few enemies in life. Yes, I have a low tolerance for fools, but rarely do I have an individual so evil and malicious that they are put to the enemies list. As a matter of fact, this list is a list of one.

Ahab had Moby Dick. Popeye had Brutus. And I? I have the Furnace.

It isn't this furnace in particular, really. I guess I could lump them all into one group: Furnace. As in Muggles, or Rappers, or Republicans. They are the Furnace Mafia. Because my relationship with this group didn't start with the bastard one down in my basement...

It started off with the furnace in my first condo. It would perennially go out every winter, usually on a Friday night after I'd come home from a night out 'round midnight. On a night when temps were in the 20 degree range. I could set my calendar on that damn thing. And because I had a small place with a furnace in a tiny room off the kitchen, it would sound like a freight train was rolling through my living room every time it fired up. So, after spending a few nights with my oven door open for heat, I looked forward to moving to a newer home with Mr. Gravity. And a newer, less problematic furnace (so I thought).

The first winter we moved in here, the furnace stopped working on a December afternoon one Saturday. Turns out, the belt on the motor completely seized up. But, because I do occasionally learn from my experiences, I do have the furnace insurance from the local gas company. So for a nominal monthly fee, they are on call to fix the damn thing. This visit, the repairman was here for 3 hours banging on it with a mallet to get the belt off and ended up having to come back in the morning to finish the job. If not for the insurance, the repair would have cost me over $800.

Since that time, the furnace likes to go out once a year. I think it's some sort of contract with the Furnace Union that follows people like me wherever I reside. So, we've had bad starters; dirty igniters; and the latest one, some bad ignitor wires that weren't sparking the pilot light. Of course this last example, the Furnace exacted some revenge on Mr. Gravity by burning off half his right eyebrow and singeing off some hair. There is a rare moment that makes you want to both laugh and cry, but hearing a large boom in the basement and then seeing your husband wander up with a dazed look and smoke coming from his head is DEFINATELY one of them.

Don't be a victim of the Furnace Mafia. Protect yourself. Get a radiator.

-K

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Once in a lifetime opportunities

I've had two things happen to me in the past few days that require a post. One was surreal, the other just plain fun, but both made me appreciate my family.

My nephew is 18 years old and in a Christian rock thrash metal band (whew!). He had a gig on Sunday at a dive bar that I used to frequent when I was not much older than he is now. So, Mr. Gravity and I drove out to see him perform. My sister (his mother), and my brother also came. But the kicker? My parents came to this hole in the wall to see him perform. They are in their late 60's, and TOTALLY do not understand this type of "music" (their caption, not mine). But there they were, supporting my nephew M and his band. How many kids can say their grandparents watched them perform thrash metal in a dive bar? How many grandparents would go? And appreciate the performance? I think they knew going in that M wouldn't be playing country music or easy listening, but I have to appreciate the open minded attitude they displayed. I can only hope that when (God willing) I reach that age, I can show my family the same love and respect.

The other thing was my niece E turned 21 last night at midnight. So her aunt K took her out for her "official" introduction to the legal nightlife. We had a ball, just her and I, having drinks and chatting up strangers and dancing. I'm very grateful that she wants to hang with her aunt, and that we are able to turn this relationship to a friendship as we age. Again, it was just plain fun, but also something I can appreciate and remember for a long time.

Happy Turkey Day!

-K

Friday, November 16, 2007

Hier ist mein meme

Hi all! Tech issues again, blah blah blah...but I won't let it keep me down, no sir! All for Fun Guv...

So, a week late but hopefully still worth doing...here is my list of 8 random things (thanks, Animal):

1) I can make my right eye go in a different direction than the left if I rub my eye just right. Good party trick, not one that is easily attained but is super creepy when done right. Marty Feldman rules!

2) I absolutely HATE to eat raw tomatos. No slices on my hamburger, no chunks in my salads. Now on the other hand, I love salsa, spaghetti sauce, ketchup and cooked tomatos in my food (chili or stir-fry). Weird, I know. I think I've narrowed it down to a texture thing. Raw tomatos are squishy; like the texture of sushi. Can't stand sashimi either.

3) My secret guilty pleasure is entertainment magazines/tv shows. I'm all over People mag, Life&Style, US, OK and E channel. I'm fully informed on the latest celebutard; the latest DUI arrest; the secret "Is he gay or isn't he?" rumblings. These people make me look like a Noble scientist, and I like feeling superior to their Stupid Human Tricks. Plus, most of them are hot.

4) I am the oldest person in my team at work. Just found this one out today, actually. So basically I work with a bunch of sarcastic, The Office watching young punks. I am 36. So I've taken to prefacing my meeting comments with "Grandma thinks we should..." I've found this pretty effective in cock-blocking the young guns. Needless to say, I have to lock my computer every time I walk away from my desk. Or the entire management staff will be receiving an email from "me"declaring my love for the guy in the next cube.

5) I have a love/hate relationship with pizza. My basic attitude about pizza is that it is like sex: any kind of pizza is good pizza. The hate part of this relationship is the calories. I'm watching my weight (watching it stay the same mostly) and trying to cut calories when I can. Of course, 2 slices of pizza are about 900 calories or more. The amount I want to eat? Easily tops 1500. My daily allotment is 1841 for the day. You do the math. Pizza, you delightful devil...I love you, man.

6) The next door neighbor's dog needs to be rescued, but I'm allergic to dogs and I can't steal him b/c he's next door. The poor thing is left outside for hours at a time (regardless of the weather). He cowers and barks at any human but me. I'll call him to the fence and he'll come running gladly for a little scratch under the chin, but if there is another person with me he'll put down his ears and back away. I'm betting the father over there kicks that poor dog, because he is especially afraid of men (Mr. Gravity). I don't have any hard proof of abuse, but as soon as I do the Humane Society is getting a phone call.

7) I love the Foo Fighters. They are one of my favorite bands. Hard rocking, but not always. But always growing musically. Pick up the latest CD Échoes,Silence and Patience. You won't be disappointed. I really think that Dave Grohl was stifled as part of Nirvana and is a great talent in his own right. Prolific, but doesn't produce junk. Go ahead, argue with me in the comments.

8) I love to spoil Mr. Gravity. It makes me happy beyond belief to buy him some gift (small or large) and surprise him with it. He is such a great person, and I'm lucky to have found him and bagged him. Hopefully I can fool him in to sticking around for 30 more years...wish me luck!

Thanks for the blog fodder, Animal. I'm out!

-K

Friday, November 09, 2007

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Sorry my loyal blogging fans (Fun Guv) that I haven't posted in a while. Without too many details, I had technical issues that are too boring to blog about. Really, really boring. I'm getting sleepy just typing this. Seriously.

I promise to pick up Animal's challenge of 8 random things in the next few days. I've also got new blog fodder about my long time nemesis for a new post.

In the meantime, just a quick observation. I've recently changed positions (in a non-sexual way) at my work. New wing, same floor (maybe if is WAS in a sexual way, it would've involved a raise). Well, the bathrooms in this area use those automatic scent dispensers to cover up any foul oders in the corporate toilet. Except, this dispenser shoots out something that smells like a cross between a bowl of Fruit Loops and the inside of a children's chewable aspirin bottle (orange flavored, natch). Really, I've got issues doing my business in the midst of all that fruity goodness. It's a bowel-stopper. It has cork capabilities. No wonder there are more cranky people around here...


-K

Monday, October 22, 2007

Fooled you, fooled you!

I did it, bitches!

I. Did. It.





Ran 13.1 miles (ok, walked some of it too).

The ugly stats:

Final time of 3:02:31 (I'm taking off 10 minutes that I had to wait for a potty in Windsor)

Overall place: 4583 out of 11058 (not dead last!)
Gender place: 2500 out of 5560 (still not dead last!)

The experience was INCREDIBLE! I will do that again next year, you bet. The highlights:

1) Standing in a crowded corral sharing my nervous feelings with a younger runner on her first Half as well;

2) The smell of fresh tortillas cooking as I ran through Mexican Town;

3) Running across the Ambassador Bridge as the sun was coming up over the horizon;

4) Having a guy yelling "Welcome to Canada! Tim Horton's is around the corner!" as I came to the other side of the bridge;

5) Running the first half of the marathon with NO WALK BREAKS. My first break was the aforementioned potty break around the halfway point in Windsor;

6) The guy dressed as Mr. Incredible in the full costume running near me;

7) Running through the tunnel. Yeah, it was like running through a locker room after football practice, but the downhill run to the center of the tunnel was much needed;

8) Seeing Mr. Gravity at 12.5 miles. I had to walk miles 10-12 due to my hip flexor cramping up, but as soon as I saw him I had the strenth to run to him;

9) Mr. Gravity took my hand and walked with me for half a mile towards the finish;

10) Turning the corner and seeing that finish line. I ran strong for that last .3 miles and gave a fist pump as I crossed the finish line!

The entire experience was one I will never forget. It will always be my first time, and now I have something to beat next year. Oh running....I love you again!

-K

Friday, October 19, 2007

But do you floss?

Michigan State Police are trying to obtain leads on the perpetrators of a prank at Tawas Area High School. Someone stuck approximately 5,000 toothpicks into the football field. They had to move tonight's game to the opposing team's field while the groundskeepers use a roller to "mow" them down. Brava, pranksters...brava! And don't forget to floss!

-K

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Do the Iranians love their children too?

Mr. Gravity and I were watching the evening news this week when a story about Putin visiting the Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad came on. There was much speculation about WHY. Why Putin was shaking hands with the Iron-Fisted Iranian. And by doing so, causing such controversy with the Western world. As with all political situations, just look for the money...

1) Iran is an oil rich country. Russia, increasingly and slowly, is not. What oil reserves they do have are becoming virtually inaccessible and the reserves that remain untapped can be done so only at great expense. And since Russia is not a great innovator (i.e. researching oil alternatives), they need to align with a country that will pay them back for the support in a sticky political time. That is why they aren't best friends with China...both countries need the same things and can't get them from each other.

2) Start a new Cold War. The Cold War made Russia rich. The Cold War created Russian jobs. Since the Cold War has ended, the Russian economy is in the hands of the mafia (sorry, the oligarchy) and is in the shitter for 90% of the population. A war, especially a bloodless one, would make Putin popular among the people again. It would create jobs in defense, and give the Russian people a sense of pride they haven't felt since half of the world was afraid of them around 20 years ago.

3) Putin needs to become more popular in order to maintain the facade of a Russian Democracy. We saw his desperation for popularity when he did the beefcake photos on his "fishing trip" a month ago. (Trying to make a Russian woman swoon? Show your abs and thick shoulders and wear army green in the middle of a cold stream.) If his popularity goes (further) downward, he must resort to scare tactics or bullying (kicking the representatives out again; calling a new election before it's time) to keep his position of power. He has one advantage in this climate: the army won't storm the castle, remove him by force and ship him to Siberia to drink Wodka and play cards until the guard comes in to end his misery with a lone bullet to the back of the head.

But really, this works to our advantage. If Russia aligns with Iran, then we will know our enemy better. We know from past experience how the Russians work, how they negotiate. If that influence rubs off on Iran, then all the better. Our problems in the Middle East mainly stem from not knowing our enemy and what lengths they will go to in order to secure victory. We know what Russia will do in order to look good. We've been making each other look good for a very long time...


-K

Monday, October 15, 2007

Off the Fence

Sorry to disappoint the one COG reader out there (thanks, Fun Guv!) but I'm falling off the fence into the "Not Running" side. I've put a lot of thought into it, and I want my first Half (or full) marathon to be done the right way. Training done properly; feel good about my effort; feel good about my results. If I attempt the 13.1 miles this Sunday, I won't do well. I certainly won't feel well. And I'll just feel discouraged from this running hobby of mine. I don't want to kill that passion, especially since right now the romance has cooled a bit and it is a chore for me to motivate. Fear not, faithful reader. I haven't given up. Running and I just don't play well together right now.

So the plan is to switch races to the wimpy little 5K and run it in a record time for me. I'm aiming for somewhere around 30 minutes. If I can't run the bigger race, I can at least do a personal best on the one I do run. Next year, I will run the Detroit Half-Marathon, and I will hopefully run it well. Anyone running Sunday...see you there!


-K

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

On the Fence (again)

Ok. I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to run the Detroit Half-Marathon on October 21. My training has been spotty all of September, and I don't have the distance logged yet either. This past Saturday I was absolutely OFF the fence into the "No" side after a horrible 8 miler done in 1:45:23. But then I read the online news about the Chicago Fun Run and I don't feel like such a douche. So now, back on the fence.

Here are my internal arguements:

1) FOR: It is the 30th anniversary of the race; it would be cool to run over the Ambassador Bridge; my time is good enough that I won't be forced on to the Sag Wagon; I want to have my first medal; I would like to say I did it.

2) AGAINST: I haven't trained properly; my pace is slow as a turtle; I won't enjoy it physically; my overall time will suck; I WILL have to walk some of it.

My deciding factor will be Saturday's 10 miler. The weather is no excuse, it will be cool and sunny that day. I will have a good idea of how my performance will be, and how I will handle a long distance. If I don't have a good run, I'm going to participate in the 5K instead and save it for next year when I have time to train the right way. Truly, I'm not leaning one way or the other at this point. Making the decision even harder, I didn't have to pay the normal entrance fee b/c my company is a major sponser. So I'm not even out the $60 if I switch races. Please dump your opinion in the comments section...

-K

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Hair Run

I had the Hair Run again last night (see below for the definition of Hair Run). Because it is getting dark earlier now (damn Fall, damn You!), I'm leaving for my run as soon as I can get home from work. While Mr. Gravity cooks dinner, I'm running the neighborhood with my cherry-face and sweat glow.

Last night was a Super Hair Run. I'm running a little over 3 miles at a time during the week (two days a week), and saving the long run for the weekend. My 3 miles are run in the neighborhood, and my sub is a bunch of hills. In fact, the sub name has the word "Hill" in it. Truth in advertising, people. I'm hitting inclines of as much as 10% (in 2 spots). But, even so, my Hair Run was done in 34 minutes. I AM A GOLDEN GOD! (Bonus points for knowing what movie that comes from).

I felt GREAT, I felt STRONG. So I'm looking forward to trying 8 miles on Saturday morning, at least until I'm about halfway into the run. Wish me luck, dear reader...

And speaking of luck, Viel Gluck und Viel Spasse for those of you running Chicago this weekend! I'll be thinking of you!

-K

Friday, September 28, 2007

Runner's anxiety

I'm beginning to think I've done a crazy thing. This statement is not a shock nor surprise for those that know me well, but bear with me here. I registered for the Free Press Half Marathon that is happening October 21.

Normally, that would be an ok thing. But I am woefully underprepared for the experience. WOEFULLY. As in, the farthest I've run is 5 miles. So while I've had a mix of excitement and anxiety, lately it's been mostly anxiety. Who do I think I am? Why do I want to get stranded halfway through the course and be burdened just to finish? Will I make it all the way? Am I crazy?

In a word, no. In doing a little online research today, I feel a little less nuts. The Marathon website gives advice to whether or not you should register as a runner or a walker, and I clearly fit into their definition of a runner even though I will be walking some of the race. I'm just debating the best strategy.

Should I do the run 5 minutes/walk 1 minute? Should I run the first 5 miles, take a long walk break, then run the rest? Could my legs do it? I'm conducting experiments every weekend until the race by bumping my miles up each weekend and trying different techniques. Anyone with some advice out there, feel free to chime in.

Don't get me wrong. I want to do it. I want to participate in this event, if only to give myself some incentive to keep going and improve my fitness. And I won't let certain thoughts ruin my confidence. I do belong there. I have a passion for running. I love that I'm attaining a level of fitness that a lot of people couldn't reach. That is the crux of what motivates me to keep going; to achieve a higher level; to push farther. I'm not the fastest runner out there, I'm not the youngest runner, but I AM A RUNNER. And I belong.

-K

Friday, September 21, 2007

Open Letters

Dear Stayfree:

If you insist on using wings to keep you product in place, please make sure that the glue is not sticky enough to rip the hair off my upper inner thigh when it gets displaced from my drawers.


-(less) Hairy



Dear Vlasic:

I am now sporting the latest fashion in Band-aids after attempting to open a jar of your baby dills. The suction created by the lid was, I believe, strong enough to keep the space shuttle in orbit (screw gravity). I'm passing this information on to NASA in case you guys want to get together.

-Pickled



Dear NASA:

I've already let Vlasic know you'd be calling. Give them a ring and mention my name, maybe they'll give you a discount. At least on pickles.


-K

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Reduce the Juice

The challenge was thrown by Her Bad Mother (http://badladies.blogspot.com) as part of the BlogHer Act Canada initiative. BlogHer Canada has decided to back one cause per year; 2007 being the environment. As an informal FOCC (Friend of Cool Canadians), I felt the need to post on a subject close to my heart: reducing our dependency on packaging.

Ah, packaging. That excess stuff we come in contact with every day and don't really need. I will not post a Do As I Say, Not As I Do. Mr. Gravity and I already practice reducing our packaging on a daily basis by not purchasing bottled water. We save all of the plastic bottles we come in contact with: water bottles given to us at work; soda bottles; Vitamin Water bottles. I wash them out and we re-use them for water. We own a pitcher water filter, and I keep a pitcher of filtered water in the fridge. It is just a matter of refilling the pitcher when it gets low (not too much bickering on this at my house since it is only the two of us). It doesn't take much time, and it makes use of all the plastic bottles we receive on a weekly basis.

The same goes for juice boxes. Why by packets of individually wrapped juice boxes? You can buy a large jug of juice much cheaper and (see above) reuse the plastic bottles you have now. OR, if your little one is too wee to use a water bottle screw top, buy no-leak sippy cups that you can use over and over again.

The next thing I'm in search of? The perfect grocery bag. I'm currently on the hunt for a washable, reusable grocery bag so we don't have to bring them home in 15 bajillion plastic or paper bags every week. Seriously, my local grocery will use a ton more bags than needed every week I go. Guaranteed. I've asked them to pack more in each bag, and Mr. Gravity asks for paper (they still wrap the meat in a plastic bag and THEN pack it in the paper bag. Duh.). Major grocery chains are missing out on revenue. Don't credit people for bringing back bags for use. Just start charging 10 cents per bag to the customer and see how many people buy reusable bags! At least Costco reuses the packaging boxes their stock comes in in lieu of plastic or paper. The waste is enormous AND unnecessary.

And one last packaging pet peeve: CD packaging. I know, buying Cd's is going the way of the dinosaur with downloads. But in the transition interim, I can still buy whole Cd's cheaper at the store than downloading them online if I catch a sale. But why, oh why, is opening a CD more difficult than breaking in to Fort Knox? It is tough enough to gnaw my way through the shrink-wrapped exterior (cue nibble noises). Then you have to deal with the Sticky Strip on one end. I wish the Sticky Strip was the name of the dirty bar down the street, I really do. Unfortunately, it is just a damn sticky piece of (more) plastic that comes off in small slivers. Until you want to chuck the whole $9.99 in the garbage. Without hearing the CD. Ever. Just have one or the other, please. I understand they are theft deterrents. But mostly they are purchase deterrents.

I hope some of these suggestions have been useful, or at least have entertained you at your job between your personal phone calls and raiding the supply closet.

-K

Friday, September 07, 2007

Losing Inspiration

What causes loss of inspiration, loss of creativity? When your passion for something shines a little less bright; when you can't seem to challenge yourself to find new ways to keep going.

I was talking with my dear friend J last night. He has continued to grow and learn in our shared passion, photography. I had gone through a period of time where photography was bordering on obsession. I kept a camera in my car for streches (just in case I passed a good photo op). I would get up at the crack of dawn to get the right light setup for a certain set of pix. I had even thought about opening a photo studio just to make money at something I loved to do.

And then it left. Just like that. I mean, I still take photos...just not with the regularity or enthusiasm that I used to have. I used to have excitement for the prospect of taking my camera on vacation or to a new place. Now, it's a bit of a chore. Was I happy with the quality of our last vacation pix? Kind of. I didn't walk away with the same quality or quantity that I usually do. And I don't feel that the pix were taken with the same eye I usually have.

J told me what he does for inspiration: He gives himself homework assignments. "Take a minimum of 50 photos of a 5 foot area of your backyard" or "Take photos only of the right side of the downtown street". I need to start doing this again. Finding time is the key. I think once summer is over, my weekends will be a bit more free to do these things. And also not drop my running habit, as that is what has been keeping my weight down and making it less of a problem for me.

Any suggestions, Peanut Gallery? Maybe I need to buy myself a new camera toy? What do you think of that, Mr. Gravity?

-K

Friday, August 31, 2007

Running is like your Hair

I've decided that running is like your hair. Stick with me now....

Whenever I decide that I can't stand my hair anymore, I make an appointment for a hair cut. We're talking every 2 or 3 months here. And invariably, about a week before the appointment, my hair takes on the sheen and style of a super model. So much so that it makes me second guess the hair cut decision. My hair hasn't tricked me into rescheduling an appointment yet...but I'm sure it hasn't caught me in a weak PMS moment. Yet.

After my disappointing time in last week's Crim, I was feeling thoroughly frustrated with running. I had started a mental list of what new (or old) excercises I could start mixing with my running just to get my enthusiasm back. And then there was yesterday.

The weather was perfect, about 68 - 70F around 7pm last night. I took off for a short 2.5 mile run, and I flew! Ran like hell, didn't want to stop, and even ran up Hell Hill to my driveway! So, I'm back in love again. And it felt GGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD....

-K

Monday, August 27, 2007

Crim there, done that

My good friend T and I ran our first Crim this past Saturday. For those of you not from MI, the Crim is a REALLY big running race in Flint. They have a 10 mile race; a 10K run; 10K walk; 8K run; 8K walk; 5K run; 5K walk; 1 mile run/walk and the Teddy Bear Trot. T and I thought about doing the Teddy Bear Trot, but we forgot our bears at home. Next year, I'm Killing those pre-school snots!

My final time was S-L-O-W. Finished in 40:02, my average mile was 12:58. Here are my list of excuses for this one:

1) 75%+ humidity
2) Aunt Flow
3) Rain in the last 1/2 of my race
4) Haven't trained regularly in a couple of weeks
5) I suck ass at going faster

My time makes me ask myself: Why do I race? This pace is truly a jogger's pace. Why do I bother signing up for these? I think I do this not for the pace or what place I come in. I do it to stay motivated; to stay the course on my running. If I have nothing to "train for"then I'm afraid I will give up. I've already made a concious decision to mix up my workout options for the winter time b/c the Dreadmill will kill my enthusiasm quick if I can't run outside. So I'll try another race in October for sure, and maybe squeeze one last race in before the end of the year. Gotta keep my head up, and keep focused on what is important: keeping up my exercise and working on my overall fitness.

Some observations of my first real "runner's race":

1) I wanted to give the hard core male runners a sandwich. They looked like they could use one or fifty;
2) The hard core female runners look like men;
3) The sweat was a-flyin' due to the humidity;
4) It's hard to drink from a paper cup while you're running;
5) I spit like a mean goose in the last half of the run (good thing I'm looking out for passers on my spit side);
6) Running with a friend makes the time fly by a LOT faster than being by yourself.

I'll keep plugging along at running, even though there will be no medals on my shelf any time soon. My rewards are in my personal progress...I am my own measuring stick.

-K

Monday, August 20, 2007

The people you meet

I was really excited to meet my new blog friends over the weekend. Mr. Gravity and I went to Mike's 10th annual 30th birthday party on Saturday (somehow that makes him 39 and not 40, but I'm not arguing with his math 'cause he's my elder).

It is always nice to meet someone face to face that you've been blogging with here and there. Yes, Animal and Great Lakes Running Gal, I mean you(s). The experience was one that, even though I don't know shit about this person, I felt like we were old friends. It probably helps that Mike and I clicked in that way, and that we all have similiar experiences with college and the like (as scary and wrong as that may be). Mr. G and I had much fun, and we stayed WAY longer than we thought we would (since we knew only the host and hostess before we got there).

Many Labatts and some late night munchie pizza later, we felt like we'd been with these people before (in a good way). Thanks all for the evening...I'm glad we made new friends. I realize that Mr. Gravity's Swedish Chef performance sealed the deal on our future friendship. You all should feel privileged, as he busts that one out very rarely...blog on, bloggers!

-K

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Ch-ch-changes

Here it is, the official third day at my new office. It's funny how we are creatures of habit; how change really unsettles us. I don't think I had trepidation about change prior to my starting, but now that I'm here I constantly remind myself to give it time; to relax and not worry about things running smoothly right away.

It's been 10 years since I've been the new kid, and it feels strange. Like I'm running on a gravel road. I'm trying to watch the road ahead for rocks and ruts, but trying to remember to keep my head up so I can breathe easier. I know that I will learn this stretch of road over time. I will come to welcome certain bumps; certain ruts. I will automatically leap over the rocks that I know are there and have tripped me up before. So I let myself envision how I will feel in 6 weeks; then in 6 months; then in 6 years. And I relax and start to have fun....

-K

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Two More Days of Freedom

I've had, blessedly, this past few days off before I start my new job. It has been interesting to have my days unstructured and Mr. Gravity isn't here either (the poor slob has to slog to work this week as I roll over in bed).

So what does one do with unexpected time off? Errands, lots and lots of errands. And dealing with the afternoon slow drivers. And getting my watch repaired. And grocery shopping next to the mom that appears to be buying 3 children, because they are all stacked inside the cart. Where is the bar code on that? And how do I avoid that aisle? I'm SURE they aren't low fat.

Along with looking forward to a new professional start, I've also confirmed that I've lost 25 pounds since the end of January. I had a doctor's appointment today, so I was weighed out of obligation. I haven't weighed myself since March and have been avoiding doing so (don't want to get numbers obsessed, Mike P). But I am very happy with where my weight loss is at right now. I have confirmation that the hard work of running 3-4 times per week and (mostly) sticking to my diet really works. I'm not sure what weight I want to hit, so I'm planning on concentrating on my fitness schedule and not eating a lot of crap. Wherever that takes me, I'll go there.

Mr. Gravity and I had a quick trip to Nova Scotia over the weekend to visit some very dear friends. The area is BEAUTIFUL, I highly recommend visiting and it would probably be even more beautiful in late September. Of course, it helps to have good company, of which we had in abundance. It was great to visit old friends, make new ones (M & J have a 6 month old boy) and be there for milestones (C's first taste of food that wasn't milk). Thanks for the hospitality guys!

That's all for now, I'll update about the new job soon...

-K

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Logbay on the Objay

Keeping in mind there is precendent out there on blogging about one's job, I'll keep it vague and brief:

I've found a new job.

I'm leaving my old one.


The End


Sorry to spare the gory details...but that about wraps it up!


-K

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Every little thing he does is magic

Stewart. Copeland. Is. A. God.

I'm still in the afterglow this morning from my drum bliss at the Police concert last night. Fuck those critics who bashed their show saying it "strayed too far" from the original songs. Apparently none of those weenies were old enough to see them the first time around, or bothered to listen to their live CD to know THAT IS HOW THEY PLAY LIVE.

I about peed my drawers on "Wrapped around your finger" and "Every little thing she does is magic". The musicianship was amazing. I've determined that Stewart is a jazz drummer performing with a rock band. His ability to juggle mulitple rythmes at once just kills me. I swear at one point every limb he had was going to a different cadence! Plus, he had a killer setup with a standard kit in the front and a second riser in the back with more goodies to play with. Unbelievable. Mr. Gravity noted that Copeland played with (what looked like) golf gloves on both hands. Hee.

I can't give Copeland all of the credit, because Andy Summers brought it as well. He was dead on with his guitar solos. He isn't as animated as the rest of the group, but then again he never was. During one of the solos, I thought about Mike trying to imitate THAT on Guitar Hero! HA!

They definetely play larger than 2 guitars and a kit. The compensation for not having a keyboard or a second lead guitar was just great (and I'm sure a lot of work). Not a disappointment, that's for sure! I didn't appreciate the nuances of this band the first time around, but I do now. Guys, I'll never take you for granted again.

I'm exhausted this morning, but not from the concert (we made it home by 11pm). Mr. Gravity had to scare a racoon off the roof around 4am this morning by throwing rocks and shining the flashlight at it. I woke up thinking we had an alien invasion outside with the banging and the light show. After about 20 stubborn minutes, the bugger went away. At least Mr. G didn't need to turn the hose on 'em. Plus, I'm not sure if our water pressure would've hit the peak of our roof (yes, he was parked at the peak). Needless to say, sleep wasn't really premium after that...oh well, that's what the weekend is for!

later!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

A running thing...

Ok, I had to post about my latest running achievement (this is NOT a running blog). I did 4 miles on Saturday, no stopping, no breaks. All in about 45-50 minutes. And it felt GOOD.

On a different note, the Police concert is tonight. I'm going to drummer heaven for a few hours, hope I come back a different person!


-K

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Running Update

I am NOT turning this into a running blog...I am NOT turning this into a running blog...


Fell a bit short of my 4 miles Saturday, but made progress nonetheless. Went the first 2.5 miles w/o a break (Mike P knows this is big for me) and my total distance was 3.4 miles. Aunt Flow brought me down, I'm sure the females out there know what I mean. So overall, I was very happy with the day.

Missed the run yesterday, so I'm hitting 3 miles tomorrow and another 3.5 - 4 on Saturday. My 8K training dictates only 2 tomorrow and 3 on Saturday, but I'm bumping that shit up so that 5 miles is reachable by the end of August. I'm trying to convince a friend to run the 8K with me so I have a buddy, we'll see how good my powers of persuasion are.

That's all today...I'm out!

-K

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Karma Run

Well, it has finally happened. After 4 months of slow progress, bumping up my distances, picking up my pace. I finally had my Karma Run.

I call it that because it was the most perfect run I've ever had. I ran only 2.5 miles yesterday morning, but I did it non-stop and felt great when I was done.

The weather yesterday was overcast, humid and a little chilly (about 67 F). I took off from my driveway and headed around the corner to tackle the First Big Hill on my local route. No big sweat, I tackled it easily enough just remembering to keep my stride short but my pace constant. I rounded out of the sub and down the main street to the point I normally poop out at. I felt good, so I didn't need to take a break just yet so I kept on trucking.

Got to about the 1.4 mile mark and tackled the Second Big Hill on the route. Again, just paced myself and did the baby stride thing to the top. And again, still feeling GREAT! No need to stop, no need to rest so I kept on...

Got to the last .3 mile at the end of my street. If I wanted to run this last little bit, I was going to have to tackle the Mother of All Hills; Mt. Rush-hill; Hill-zilla - my street. This grade is, at my best guess, about a 10 - 13% grade. I was still feeling GREAT, so I said fuck it why not? I set off again with the baby steps and the pace steady. About half way up my thighs were starting to burn, but not a challenge to my lungs.

Once I made it up to the top, I had my Rocky moment! Ran up my driveway and found Mr. Gravity in the garage and told him the blow by blow. He was excited, but of course can't be as excited as I was. I think I'm really starting to love this new hobby. 4 miles on Saturday on Paint Creek is the next target...wish me luck!

-K

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

The Mommy Effect

I know, I know...that is the absolute last heading you all expect to see on my blog. Especially since Mr. Gravity and I are non-breeders.

But watching some TV last night got me thinking (imagine that, TV as thought-provoking). Lately, I've become more aware of commercials. Namely, the type of commercials they show depends on the kind of program you are watching. Makes sense in most cases: medicine commercials during the national evening news ('cause the evening news is for old people); ring tone commercials during Pimp My Ride; Lowe's commercials during any show on HGTV.

Last night, we were watching the Travel Channel at the 8pm hour. Good show called No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain. I like the show b/c it holds nothing sacred and calls out pretentious bullshit with the best of them (Go Tony!). But the commercials were bugging me, you see. Most of them were the type of commercial I will call Mommy Guilt.

Every other spot was for disenfectant, diapers, baby snack food, etc...and every one of those ad spots made it seem like if you weren't using their product, you were going to hell for being a Bad Mother. Like God forbid your kid gets a cut on his hand and it gets an infection! You should have a gallon of Neosporine in the house, and if you don't you're a Bad Mother! Or God forbid your toddler licks the side of the garbage can (oh no, they NEVER do that!) and you don't have Clorox all over it...you're a Bad Mother!

These ads were making ME feel guilty and I don't even have kids (except for the 43 year old one). No wonder women in our society are made to feel not good enough. You don't clean well enough; you don't take care of your kids good enough; you aren't thin enough; and you have a wrinkle on your forehead so you're a loser!

To me, this whole thing is a new twist on repressing women. I mean, anyone knows if you want to take down a group you pick the weakest link. And when I say weak, I mean the most guilt-ridden. I would think being a mom makes you question yourself daily. You have ads bombarding you, you have the busy body bitch next store comparing her kids to yours, and you have your own moms nagging you about what is best. So The Man goes after the weakest link in the female food chain: the Guilt Ridden Mom.

Sorry, but that shit won't be bought here. And I hope that women are smart enough to know that our expectations are set WAY too high. So I say let that kid eat dirt! So what if their hair is messed up? So what if their clothes don't match? Let kids be kids and LET MOMS BE MOMS.

Go in peace and amen.

-K

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Bored, bored, bored

Is there nothing worse than sitting in a Human Tupperware (office building) looking out the window at a sunny warm day? And knowing you are stuck there for 4 more hours? Someone is metaphorically putting bamboo under my fingernails this afternoon. I just want to go outside and play! Maybe come down with the Friday Flu? I'm feeling sick already...

-K

Friday, June 22, 2007

Costa Rica pix













I've finally been able to post some pix from my Costa Rican vacation...since I have broke ass dial up at home, it was necessary to copy them to disk and bring 'em to work. The above file is of the bay we stayed on.







Here is a picture of the Roaming Pack of Cows enjoying a little beach time:








And, for Animal, a picture of the most ugly flower in the rain forest:













Arenal Volcano blowing off some steam:













And the Howler Monkey losing his shit at the truck driver:

















Catalina Island:


And the Costa Rican Crabman:






Enjoy the tourist stuff...I'll try to post the "pro" pix sometime soon!
-K







Monday, June 18, 2007

First Race Cherry is Popped! News at 11....

Or now. News now!

My first race was both exhilerating and disappointing, and both in a good way! The Race for the Cure is definately one that focuses on the bigger "Walker" group, so I did feel a bit like an after-thought in the race lineup. I think the construction on Woodward probably contributed to that, as the guys were laying rebar down about 20 feet from where I was streching out. Also, the running group was so big that it took a good 6 minutes after the "start" for me to cross the start line (and dodge the confused walkers that had stumbled in to the running corral).

But, on to the positive. Once I got on my way, it was relatively easy to keep my pace. I only had to shout "On the right!" one time at a gal that had stopped running and was doing the Wandering Walker thing. I did have to take a walk break about 1.6 miles into it, mostly b/c I'm sure my pace was a bit faster than usual due to the excitement of it all.

I do know one thing...running that last mile and crossing the finish line was fantastic! My legs felt like I had just started the race as there were more people cheering us on in that last mile. And, since my family and coworkers were still busy walking the route, I had no one to greet at the end. So I grabbed my cell from my water pack and called Mr. Gravity to tell him I had finished! Thank you, best friend/husband, for supporting my quest to get in shape and do this race. You truly inspire me to keep going!

So...any ideas for another race in August? No, Mike...no CRIM!

-K

Thursday, June 14, 2007

A New First

Didn't think an old dog could learn new tricks? I'm living proof that is wrong. I am, at the ripe old age of 36, running my first 5K this Saturday. I've always had a love/hate relationship with excercise in general and a struggle with my weight all my life, but I think I've found my calling. This has been a challenge for me, and I've been working at it since about mid-February.

I think I caught the running bug when I ran my first mile on my 36th birthday this past February 24. I know, some of you out there can run (many) circles around me. But this mile was a great achievement for me! It was some mental barrier that was set in my mind, and I broke it on a day that usually signifies slowing down. Love it!

Well, now that mile really isn't a big deal for me anymore. I'm not intimidated by running 3 miles, even. So I'm truly geeked out and excited for Saturday's race. For those of you not familiar with Race for the Cure, it is a wonderful place to start if you want to get active in the fight against breast cancer.

I've been participating in Race for the Cure for the past 13 years and have watched it grow from 1,500 participants to the 40,000+ that it is today. It is a day of fun and of tears, hope and sadness. To see whole families walking with "In Memory of my Wife" or "In Memory of my Mom" on their signs makes you want to weep (I'm getting choked up just typing it). On the other hand, to see hundreds of pink caps designating the survivors of this disease and the thousands of signs that say "In Celebration of my..." is a great thing, too. I walk in celebration of my sister, who has survived her bout of breast cancer at the age of 32. Yes, even you young women out there need to check your boobies regularly!

So this weekend will be a great way to kick off a long (I hope) love of running and being in shape. I want to thank Mike P for getting me started and motivating me to continue to improve. 10K in August, anyone?

-K

Friday, June 08, 2007

Hot Damn!

Well, I promised a story about the howler monkeys losing their shit over the truck parked at the side of the road in Playa de Potrero, but I've gotta comment first on two things I read this morning:

1) Grey's Anatomy does not renew Isaiah Washington's contract for next season - Holy Shit! You mean the PC Police actually work for more than one or two groups now? They actually stick up for gays as well? I thought I'd never see the day. Figured that gays would stay second class citizens along with most Asian people for the rest of my existence. I think the situation really need'nt be looked at as a "gay issue". It boils down to having a disruptive employee in the work environment. I would assume if I would call my coworker a derogatory slur and started a fist fight with another, I would be fired. Probably a lot quicker than he was. I would think working on that set between the time of the incident and now had to have been a difficult place to work and be creative, that's for sure. Good for you, powers that be on Grays!

2) Paris Hilton will be put back in jail - this is the one I really like. Because she is white, rich and young means she only has to spend 3 of her 23 day sentence in jail?!? Like hell! And apparently the LA district attorney agrees with me, b/c he is hauling her ass back to court today by her hair extensions and trying his damndest to put that shit back behind bars. The sheriff's office claims it was due to a "medical emergency", but the smutty word in cyberspace is she had a raging herpes outbreak brought on by stress and needed medical attention. Send that dirty poon to the medical ward, damn it! I hope they make an example of her for other celeb-u-tards out there that think they can drive drunk, crash their cars, drive the wrong way down the freeway and drink underage and there are no penalties; no consequences for this. HAHAHAHAHAHA!


Ok, got that out. Back to the regular blogging soon...Happy Friday!

-K

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Costa Rica, Part 2

As promised: Arenal, howling monkeys and The General!

We took a day trip to see Costa Rica's Arenal volcano. There are several volcanos in CR, but this is one of the only active ones they have. It was a long drive there (about 3.5 hours), but along the way we stopped at an animal rescue reserve. Nice facilities, and it was nice to see a place that would care for injured animals. We ran into the tourist group from HELL there, however. A bunch of 50-something chickens from Des Moines (or something like that) dressed in capri pants and visor hats talking at the top of their lungs, scaring the shit out of every animal in there. At one point, my flash accidently went off on my camera and one of the chickens yells at the top of her lungs "No Flash! No Flash!". I just continued my quiet conversation with Mr. COG and ignored her. This prompts the chicken to say (again, very LOUDLY) "Does she speak English?". Not in a way that was rude (other than it was LOUD) but I successfully stumped her as to whether I was from an English speaking country. Good. That way my continuing to ignore her wasn't a problem, and it wasn't necessary for me to give her the What For in front of God and everyone.

After this somewhat pleasant stop, we made our way up the mountain. And up, and up, and up. About halfway there, we stopped for a nice lunch at a roadside restaurant at Lake Arenal. The lake is partly man made, and the area is rural and charming.

Finally, we reached the top. Of course, this being a rain forest, it was raining. Fortunately, my $3.99 plastic poncho came in handy at this moment. Except hiking in a plastic poncho is a lot like hiking with a giant Ziplock on. VERY hot and sticky, especially hiking up a gazillion steps in high altitude (I don't do altitude well). But the huffing and puffing were worth it, because at the top of the trail was an amazing view of the volcano. The top was visible (I'm told this isn't always the case) and while we were there, it rumbled and smoke poofed (technical vulcan term) out the top. Very cool!

Once we finished our hike, we went to a hot springs spa. They had about 8 or so pools of varying temperatures to lounge around in. Temps ranged from 86F to 116F. I opted out of the 116F pool because I like my own meat to stay rare, thank you. I particularly liked the pool that you could belly up to the bar and have an Imperial. We also ate a wonderful buffet dinner here.

After dinner (and the sun had set), we took a ride to the side of the volcano that was erupting. We were able to see the lava rolling down the mountain on the SE side. What a great sight! I've never seen lava in person and even though it was far away, it was still a sight to see! Once we had our fill of checking out the lava, we started to head back home. The drive took about 3 hours back, and thanks to our tour guide Johann for barreling down that mountain as fast as he could to get us home. I know his driving caused concern for some in our group, but I know he's driven that road more than a million times so I think we were in good hands.

The next morning, after my shower, I was looking out our patio door at something in the trees. At first I thought it was a howler monkey due to the size, almost 2 meters long. It moved positions and I got a better look. Instead of a monkey, it was an iguana! The biggest iguana I'd ever seen! With a giant spiney mohawk down it's back! Holy Crap! Since we had several other small iguanas in the area, I decided to nickname him The General. I'm sure he is the Iguana King of Potrero!

Well, the story of the howler monkeys will have to fall to part 3...I'm out!

-K

Friday, May 18, 2007

Costa Rica, Part I

Well, our trip was relaxing and wonderful to say the least. I'll give you a highlight recap:

Our flight to Costa Rica left Detroit at 6:30 in the AM. As in the sweaty, stinky ass crack of dawn Eastern Standard Time. We decided to save a couple of hours and sleep at the nearby HoJo's. They also offer a long term parking deal, which was attractive when you're gone 2 weeks.

Staying (or God forbid, living) near an airport is a noisy experience. In the five minutes it took for Mr. Gravity to check in, I counted 3 planes zooming overhead. This didn't cause me a moments pause, because I sleep under any circumstances. Bouncy bus? Check. Hot, crowded airplane ride? Check. Car alarm? Check. Nudists playing the bongos? Got that one, too. Mr. Gravity, however, isn't so lucky. Unless there is perfect silence, he is AWAKE. So, I got plenty of rest, while my husband counted the ceiling tiles 'til about midnight until the 4:45am wake-up call.

Once we were on the plane, all was good. We got into Atlanta on time, and boarded the plane to Liberia. Our fellow inmates included a group of thirty-something men and women in the midst of arrested development. The guys sat together apart from their womenfolk and proceeded to drink most of the way down. The ladies just clucked like chickens until the landing. Thankfully, we drove off in the opposite direction when we got our cab.

The hotel was located on the beach in a nice calm bay. Weather was hot, but breezy, so it definately was an improvement over the cold weather of the Midwest. We got in around 2pm, so we grabbed a bite and a beer and relaxed for the afternoon.

We went to bed kinda early to sleep off some jet lag. One problem, though. A critter decided to occupy the wall space in our bathroom and proceeded to have a dance party in there for the first 20 minutes. Of course, Mr. Gravity wasn't having any of that, so he went to the desk and had our room switched. So, after a few minutes of repacking and re-clothing we were in a more quiet room.

The next 5 days we were vegetables baking in the sun and swimming in a salt bath. Ahhh...I actually stopped chewing my nails after the second day!

Next post: Arenal Volcano, howling monkeys and The General

-K

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Tag, I'm it...the ABC's of me

Hi all! Back from beautiful, sunny Costa Rica (why do I sound like a game show host?)! I'll blog some details about the trip later this week, along with some photos. In the meantime, I've been tagged by Mike P to give out the ABC's of me...feel free to giggle along...

A - Available or Single - I've been madly in love with my husband, even before he was a possibility to be my husband. Been married for almost 3 years now...

B - Best Friend - I'm extremely lucky to have a few people I can call best friend. My husband, my sister, and my friend Barb. All of them are unconditionally supportive and loving, and I cherish them all. Yes, I realize how lucky I am to have even one friend, let alone three.

C - Cake or Pie - Cake. I love a good carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. My fantasy is to eat a whole carrot cake in one sitting, but I've yet to let my guilty Catholic conscience allow it to happen.

D - Drink of Choice - I'll have to go with Warsteiner as well. For the uninitiated, Warsteiner is a German ale. Nice color, great taste. Much better than the piss we call beer in America.

E - Essential items - Gotta have my Ipod now that I have one. If I was lost on a deserted island, I'd want this and a Sony Reader jammed with books.

F - Favorite Color - Red

G - Gummi Bears or Worms - Surprisingly enough, I'm not a gummi snob. It doesn't have to be bears. In fact, my favorite Gummi item are Gummi frogs from Haribo. You can't get them in the US, so I buy a bunch when we go to Deustchland for Christmas. They are lime flavored green Gummi on top and a soft marshmallow-y substance on the bottom. YUM!

H - Hometown - Sterling Heights. Home to subdivisions and strip malls. No good character there, believe me.

I - Indulgence - My geek/nerd side, and my time I spend running. I love to watch all the documentaries and dorky stuff on the Science and Discovery channels, and I always enjoy a good sci-fi movie or tv show.

J - January or February - I'll take February for my birthday and Valentines' Day. January just has the post-holiday let down.

K - Kids - None unless we get the Second Coming.

L - Life is incomplete without - artistic expression. Whether it is taking photos, embroidery, or appreciating other works of art...couldn't make it without that. Have to be creating something...

M - Marriage Date - October 3, 2004

N - Number of siblings - 4. I have two sisters and one brother, all older. I was an "oops" baby 8 years after my parents thought they were done.

O - Oranges or Apples - Oranges. Fresh oranges remind me of going to visit my aunt in Florida when I was a kid.

P - Phobias/Fear - I have an extreme fear of death. Can't dwell on it too long or it can bring me to tears. Check out a website about Indigo Children, pretty sure I fall into this category. I also have a touch of the agoraphobia, but I think it's really that I can't stand people for an extended period of time. When it's time to go, it's time to go...

Q - Favorite Quote - "Hello. My name is Diego Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

R - Reasons to smile - The end of the work day; seeing my husband when I get home; watching my nieces and nephews goof around.

S - Season - I'm partial to Fall (both the season and that I'm not really coordinated)

T - Tag three - my three are tagged already! Not fair!

U - Unknown fact about me - I sing. Really, I can sing.

V - Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals - Sorry, but I need a big juicy hamburger at that time of the month. Iron!

W - Worst Habits - I bite my nails

X - Xrays or Ultrasounds - I like a nice, lubed up ultrasound any day...

Y - Your favorite foods - Pizza! Beer! Mexican!

Z - Zodiac - I'm a fish, baby...just trying to keep swimming upstream...

Ok, time to wake up now...show's over!

-K

Monday, April 30, 2007

Vacation Brain

So, as I sit chained to my desk, working yet another day of unpaid overtime...I dream of my vacation. In just 2 days. To Costa Rica. And I won't be back for two weeks. Suckers.

I hope to take lots and lots of great pix, hopefully have wonderful light and subject matters. I'll try to remember the fellow bloggers out there while I'm sipping a drink at the swim-up bar in the pool...see 'ya, bitches!


-Kim

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Age does not equal smarts

Intellectually, I should know that running on pavement is harder on my legs than running on a nice cushy treadmill.

Intellectually, I should know that running with a pulled left hamstring is not a great idea.

In reality, I didn't think of either one. My adventure started last Saturday. It was a beautiful warm sunny day here in Michigan, so I did a little clean-up gardening. I woke up Sunday with a sore left hamstring, but thought nothing of it since I usually get one from gardening every year.

It was another nice warm sunny day on Sunday, so I went for a run. The run went pretty well. I wasn't used to the warm temp, but otherwise not bad. The leg loosened up after the first 1/2 mile or so, and I was in good shape.

Monday, I wanted to try running in the great outdoors again. I took the same route, and it was also warm that day. The ham was still a bit sore, but the run went okay. Running outside was tough on my inner thigh muscle (whatever you call that), but overall a decent experience.

Then we come to Tuesday. At this point, I'm becoming obsessed with the outside run. I want to go farther, faster. I'm calculating my workout week, and I want to squeeze in another run since I won't be able to do it the next day (which would mean two days off). The temp had dropped to a little below 60F, so it was cooler than it had been. My ham is still sore, but I'm thinking "Why not? I made it fine on Sunday and Monday. What's one more day?" Did I mention that I haven't been doing pavement running since I started? So, I take off on my new 2.2 mile route. It's going ok, not too hot, but geez my left leg just can't seem to get a good stride. I'm running short on that side, and I feel like an old guy shuffling along. I make it a bit over 1 mile at this point, so I decide to take my walk break and give it a rest. After about 3 minutes, I decide to gear up for the rest of the way home. I start off and ohh! My side-thigh muscle thingie hurts like crazy! And ohh! My left groin muscles starts to hurt too! My stride in my left leg is getting smaller and smaller as the ham starts to tighten up even more. At this point, I'm still .7 miles from home and I realize. I have to do the Runner's Walk of Shame to get back to the house. If I keep running like this, I'm going to end up like Quasimodo on a bad day. And did I mention the back of my knee is killing me at this point, too? And that the last 2/10 of a mile is a 10% or so grade up my street?

When finally limped in the front door, I realize my husband has been checking out said limp since I hit our driveway. I got the Dad treatment, fo' sure. "I told you not to kill yourself" (can't collect on the insurance if I do, huh?) "Did you take your cell phone with you? No? What if you fall dead on the street?" (Then I'm dead) "Oh, sweetie" (Oh sweetie).

I promptly hit the garden tub upstairs and soaked that sucker for an hour in scalding water. It did help, and by today (2 days later) I'm good as new. My husband won't be home after work tonight, so maybe I can sneak out again...hmmmm....

-Kim

Monday, April 23, 2007

Going Green - Part II

In looking around a bit, I stumbled on a couple more suggestions for going green that I hadn't realized before. I figured I'd put them out there, maybe you'll have an "aha" moment as well...

1) Don't leave appliances (like monitors, CPUs, etc) running in sleep mode. Well, no shit. The article I read suggests to not only plug these into a power strip (which I do), but to turn THE POWER STRIP off when not using these items. Seems the power strip left turned on all day drains energy that adds up after a while...It seems obvious, but I never really thought about it.

2) The other suggestion was a bit cheesy, but some of you out there might use it. Take your empty Starbucks cup (or other paper-like coffee container) and use it to start plant seeds or herb seeds. The coffee remnants don't harm the seeds (a little acidity sometimes helps) and you don't have to waste the coffee cup.

3) The last one is for all you breeders out there. Use the old cereal boxes as magazine or paper storage racks. Cut the box on an angle so the top and part of one side are cut off (looks like a quadrangle). You can use those odd bits of wrapping paper to cover the Lucky Charms leprechaun if you want...unless your reading is magically delicious.

That's all for today, folks! Hug a tree!

-K

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Going Green

Be still my beating heart...is America finally ready to take saving the environment seriously? Are we ready to recycle? Cut our reliance on oil? Cut emissions? The glut of advertising and media coverage on the subject is building, and I only hope this time we take it seriously.

This whole topic isn't new; global warming is not a man-made concept (just a man-made problem). We are strip mining the planet for our daily needs, and it must stop soon. The average household leaves an environmental footprint the size of King Kong, and it really doesn't take a whole lot of effort to make it smaller (like Mighty Joe Young size).

Try recycling. This takes almost zero effort. Instead of chucking the endless catalogues, newspapers and flyers you receive every week - bundle them up. Use an old milk crate to gather the glass, and another one for the cardboard and paper. Once every couple of weeks, trek down to the recycle center and drop them off. Or, better yet, pay a little extra for the trash company to pick it up for you. We pretty much have one bag of trash per week and the rest goes in the bin.

Change your light bulbs to the energy efficient kind. They last longer, and they'll cut your electric bill. They are more expensive, but you spend less in the long run. If you don't want to fork out the expense to do them all at once, just replace them with the good guys when they pop on you.

Run your AC less. We live in Michigan, for cripe's sake, not Brazil. It doesn't get THAT hot. Play more outside in the evening if it's warm in the house. I think we run the AC about a total of 12 days from June to September, and that was on days the high temp hit over 95 F.

Use the rubber mulch in your flower beds. It is made of recycled tires. It doesn't blow away as much as the wood pulp stuff, and it doesn't fade for years. It is soft, so you can use it under your child's play set too.

If everyone gives a little effort, it can go a long way. Christ, I don't know why I even care since we're not breeders...

-K

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Hey now...

Trying to get fancy and high tech here, adding a photo to the blog. This one is from a vacation in the Bahamas. I figured I would post it for all you folks out there still stuck in the late winter like I am...

I'll try to post a different photo every week, just to show off the hobby...

later!

-K

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Can I get an Amen?

How many people out there are in the same spot as me? Here I am, 36 years old. I've worked at the same company for almost 10 years (9.5 years, if you want to be technical). I fell into my line of work out of job desperation after college (my degree is in a totally different field). And, for the past 2 years, I HATE IT. I hate almost everything about it. I get the Sunday Night Stomache ache; I shudder when my work phone rings; I hit Monster.com every other day.

So, what to do? Go back to school? Work part-time in a better profession until I can get a full time job? The economy here in Michigan is so far in the shitter you couldn't reach it with a snake. Looking for another job is a daunting task, fo' sure. School is an option, but one I don't look forward to. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for more education and I was a pretty decent student. I just have zero good study habits and, if it don't come easy, I abandon it like a hot potato.

My passion is photography. There's nothing better than going out early in the morning, just me and my camera, and discovering wonderful things. My dream is to be able to make a living off of my photos, but for now I settle on making it my hobby (and that's fine for me). I've dipped my toe in the professional waters. I've taken a small business class and I've interned with a photo portrait studio in town. I'd just rather do the art and leave the business to someone else... :)

I suppose I'm hitting my mid-life crisis a bit early. I've dyed my hair red, taken up running, and have vowed to start doing more of the things I want to do. Lord help my husband...

-K

Monday, April 09, 2007

A new mile-stone

Yes, the hyphen was added on purpose, Mr. English Major. On Saturday I ran my all time high of 2 miles on the Dread! I was sweating like a pig, but boy did it feel good.

I had a doctor's pre-appointment for a physical last week. Now, at my current height (5 ft 6in and change) and weight (188 lbs) I was informed that I am currently in the "obese" category. Initially, this was really depressing to me. But now, I look at it as a motivator for my running.

After I had completed my 2 miles, I told my husband about it, following up with "How's that for obese?". I think I'm saying this word aloud so that I own it and that it doesn't have the power to depress me. It now is just motivating. I'm running a 5K in June...how's that for obese? I run or walk on the treadmill about 12 miles per week...how's that for obese? I don't eat junk food or drink soda pop (haven't in years)...how's that for obese?

I could go on and on...and I do, in my head. I think this label is going to be great to keep me moving; keep me running on a regular schedule. Now when I loose my motivation, I'll just remember that I want to show people wrong! That I'm not lazy; that I'm not going to stop! Yeah for me!

-Kim

Friday, April 06, 2007

What else to do on a day like today

Really, my postings are becoming more and more schizophrenic. Last month, I thought my true calling was music posts. Then my music inspiration went into the shitter...can't tell you why, it just did!

The weather here has turned cold AGAIN, very disappointing. But the cold temparture hasn't stopped the spread of a very insipid bug in my office. And this carrier spreads this bug to most people he comes in contact with...I'm talking Running Fever!

And no, this isn't just a fever that lasts a long time. I've caught the running bug from my coworker Mike P. His enthusiasm for the sport has given me the inspiration to try it myself. I'm running my first 5K in June, and I can't wait. I'm pretty much ready for it now, but with a couple of weeks off for vacation I'll be just about on course training-wise.

The majority of my training has been on the Dread Mill in our basement. That doesn't bug me so much, except on those run that I need to concentrate to pull the last few yards out. Then the basement walls do nothing to inspire me to go forward. At least if I'm running in my neighborhood, I can push myself by mailboxes. You know, I pep talk to myself that I can make it to the black mailbox; and when I get within 10 yards of that I push to the green one. It really does work. No mailboxes in the basement.

And I've also learned that my subdivision isn't named "Hi Hill" for nothing. I never used to wonder why I didn't see many runners in our area. Probably b/c no matter which route you take, you are facing a pretty intimidating slope fo' sure. But that just helps me prep better for a flat trail like Paint Creek in the spring. I can't wait to hit that trail. I just found a park-n-run area not too far from the house to hook onto the trail, so it won't be long now! :)

Well, that updates you for now. In the world of childless-ness, the ancidotal stories are few and far between...Happy Spring!

-K

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Music Musings

I think I've finally discovered a true purpose for this blog! (Finally, you say). I'm changing the topic to music. All music, please post your opinion on the topics I pick. And please make music suggestions to check out.

My first topic is a new (for the US) singer/songwriter out of Scotland, Paolo Nutini. I've heard about 5 tracks from his new album "These Streets". Not bad for a first U.S. effort, but I think the whole album needs to be stronger to make a bigger impression. Of course, in this new online market, singles are the important thing and not a collection of work. But I'm still kicking it Old School and taking a look at the entire presentation. Until songs are not part of albums anymore, I'll leave the discussion as such.

I do recommend the single "New Shoes". It is a light, fun single that will be good for a sunny day. A good Summer Single. The remainder of the album needs some structure work and lyrics could be more complex. To compare, fellow Scot KT Tunstall gives a nice album debut with "Eye to the Telescope". Lyrics are engaging and witty, and the melodies (on the fast beat songs) are original and surprising.

Check out both artists and compare...

-K

Monday, February 12, 2007

Police Reunion

Lots of rumors going around, first the Grammy appearance and now the possibility of a tour. I did catch their performance last night on the Grammy telecast...was anyone else disappointed that they did Roxanne? I would've liked to hear at least "Don't stand so close to me" or "Synchronicity II". And only one song? Why no medly at least? Hell, they gave Justin Timberlake two songs and who cares about him...his balls haven't even dropped yet.

There is one thing, one member of that band that has always impressed the hell out of me and has always stood out more than the other two. And no, I'm not talking about Sting. The real genius of that band?

Stewart. Copeland.

Love his drumming, his enthusiasm for the music. Just watching the performance last night, I see he hasn't lost one bit of his greatness. I'm an amateur music geek and am mesmerized on every Police song with the drum line. The staccato; always on the 2's and 4's, never on the 1's and 3's. He just wraps the cymbals around the beat and is always surprising in his choices. For that alone, I will go see this tour. Fuck Sting, he hasn't changed in 20 years. I want to Stewart to blow my mind.

The rest of the Grammy show was so-so, of course had to turn it off when they showcased the country acts around 10pm EST or my husband would vomit. Mary J blew the roof off with her song (as I knew she would). I also liked the trio of John Legend, Corinne Bailey Rae and John Mayer. You'd never see that outside of this venue, and it flowed together quite well.

And of course, I loved the big FUCK YOU to the country set by giving the Dixie Chicks 5 awards. Seems like that sends a clear message to the people: The music industry has their back, even if their supposed "fan base" doesn't. How long do people hold grudges? A long time, per my coworker Mike. He talked to some people from Tennesse during the telecast and they are still pissed at the Chicks. Get over it...I'm sure there is something better in life to feel rage about, like your son going to Iraq for the 3rd time.

Usually I think the Grammys are generally behind the times, but this one seemed a bit better. With the exception of the Tony Bennett/Stevie Wonder duet winning best collaberation (had anyone heard that song? ever?) they seemed better. Boy, they didn't want to reward Timberlake at all for some reason. I guess John Mayer got the benefit of the geriatrics not feeling Sexyback...

Thursday, February 01, 2007

I'm Baaaaaaacccckkkk

Not that anyone reads my drivel...but I've decided to dust off the keyboard again and start to post on a semi-regular basis. Congratulations to Animal on the thumb-size baby, can't wait to see him/her when the oven timer goes off!

Really, the state of the union is high on my mind. We're in Vietnam II; the unemployment rate in my state (MI) is over 7%; doom & gloom, doom & gloom. I'd really like to have a fast forward button to 2008 so we can reboot and start over.

Did anyone out there, I mean ANYONE, really believe we could enter this war and wash our hands of the country in a short amount of time? We're still in KOREA, for fuck's sake! And pulling out all of our soldiers at this point would be a disaster of epic proportions. Let's face it, folks...we dove into this 4 years ago, and we'll be swimming in that pool for many years to come. It doesn't matter the political posturing going on at this point, total pull out just ain't gonna happen.

So much for a war pulling the country out of recession. I'm not sure what rock some people are living under, but our economy is getting worse (and worse). At what point does any elected official stand up and do something about it? I was at first critical of the John Mayer song "Waiting for the World to Change" as an anthem for a lazy generation, but aren't we all helpless here? "It's hard to beat the system when we're standing at a distance"...that about sums it up.

Perhaps next post I'll be less cranky...let's hope not.


-K