A couple of weeks ago I met my friend Andy for dinner. Andy is a preschool teacher - a rare twenty-something male who is passionate about education, human development, and kids in general. He has great stories about the random things little kids say - he made the mistake of telling me that one of the kids in his class can't pronounce either "teacher" or "Andy," and so she calls him "tee-shirt Annie." He just went and earned himself a brand new nickname with that little disclosure...
After dinner, as we were standing downtown chatting, I did a little shuffle from one foot to the other - I'd come straight from work, still wearing four inch pumps, and my feet were starting to ache. Andy, however, interpreted my little dance in true preschool-teacher form and asked, "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" I nearly died from laughter.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
My Ironman!
Tomorrow Luis will compete at Ironman Coeur d'Alene, his second Ironman triathlon.
He's pretty amazing.
He's pretty amazing.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Freedom! Shopping! Hooray!
My office has been short handed the past few weeks, so I offered to cover a few extra shifts to help out. Due to an oversight on my part, I wound up working eleven days straight. Not much fun, and by yesterday I started feeling a little worn out. Today, however, was day eleven, and I'm thrilled to have a few days off.
After nearly two weeks straight of high heels, my feet are killing me. Not too long ago I finally forced myself to throw away my Eastland clogs (which were grody and worn nearly through), and that decision left me with very few comfortable shoe options for work. Tonight I stopped by a department store to return a dress, and they had a sale on a pair of Borns that looked just like my beloved clogs - hooray for comfy shoes!
Speaking of shopping... some bitch has gone and bought up every single pair of size six khaki pants in the ENTIRE TOWN. Seriously - I've been to every store I can think of, and without fail they will have every size except the one I need. It's making me crazy! I have skirts and nice dress slacks, but sometimes I just want to toss on a pair of khakis and a polo shirt and call it good. This is a sucky thing about living in a smaller town - fewer shopping options. I'm going back to Spokane this weekend - wish me luck on the pant hunt.
After nearly two weeks straight of high heels, my feet are killing me. Not too long ago I finally forced myself to throw away my Eastland clogs (which were grody and worn nearly through), and that decision left me with very few comfortable shoe options for work. Tonight I stopped by a department store to return a dress, and they had a sale on a pair of Borns that looked just like my beloved clogs - hooray for comfy shoes!
Speaking of shopping... some bitch has gone and bought up every single pair of size six khaki pants in the ENTIRE TOWN. Seriously - I've been to every store I can think of, and without fail they will have every size except the one I need. It's making me crazy! I have skirts and nice dress slacks, but sometimes I just want to toss on a pair of khakis and a polo shirt and call it good. This is a sucky thing about living in a smaller town - fewer shopping options. I'm going back to Spokane this weekend - wish me luck on the pant hunt.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Snibble, No. 1
(Author's note: snibble was my grandfather's word for a 'little bit', usually in reference to a snack or other food item. In his memory, I have decided to call short, single story posts "snibbles." Love you, gramps...)
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Last night before bed Luis was reading his Runner's World magazine, giving me some tidbits from the Human Race section. He told me about an ultra marathoner (someone other than Dean Karnazes) who runs crazy distances - and fast. This guy ran a 100k race (62 miles), and then the following week he ran the Boston marathon in two and a half hours. (I should add that this is only slightly longer than it takes me to run half that distance. Holy crap.) Then he read to me about a blind guy who ran seven marathons in seven days, each on a different continent. The blind guy's slowest marathon time was about five and a half hours - still a little faster than my anticipated marathon finish.
The crux of this story? I run slower than a blind guy with jet lag.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Snow.
My June 1st post may have jinxed us...
Seriously.
It snowed really hard for a while yesterday, and it was kind of funny. Today it's snowing really hard, and it makes me want to cry a little. I came to work in a sweater and slacks, and still froze my arse off as I tromped into the building through the snowy, 33° morning. As I drove to work I passed cars with several inches of snow piled against their windshields, fresh from the wintry drive into town. Some of the nearby towns actually have three or four inches of wet, heavy snow on the ground. The morning dj on the radio got a kick out of playing "Let it Snow."
Summer... please?
Seriously.
It snowed really hard for a while yesterday, and it was kind of funny. Today it's snowing really hard, and it makes me want to cry a little. I came to work in a sweater and slacks, and still froze my arse off as I tromped into the building through the snowy, 33° morning. As I drove to work I passed cars with several inches of snow piled against their windshields, fresh from the wintry drive into town. Some of the nearby towns actually have three or four inches of wet, heavy snow on the ground. The morning dj on the radio got a kick out of playing "Let it Snow."
Summer... please?
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Happy June 1st!
Many parts of the country are enjoying summer weather by now. Not so here - we're hanging out in the sixties with lots of rain in the forecast. But at least it quit snowing. :)
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