...to the loony farm.
Hi! Ho! Hi! Ho! To the crazy house I go! Hi-ho-hi-ho-hi-ho! Hi-ho!
I might have signed up for that 50k. Nobody said "no," which is kind of like saying "yes." So I did it. If it lays me out on my face, I'm blaming all y'all. Peace!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Help Wanted
I have a weird itch that I am hankering to scratch, and it's not the poison oak. I'm just a little hesitant because it's crazy. It really doesn't make sense that anyone would want to do this, and yet...
It's the SOB (ahem, Siskiyou OutBack) ultra marathon that my mom and I did a few summers ago, only this time I want to train for it and run it a little less (hopefully/relatively) painfully. Yes, I would call ultra runners crazy, and most of them would probably support my stereotyping. They might even add a few choice adjectives of their own (obsessive, raw, hungry - literally and figuratively, freaks...)
Not only am I tempted to sign up for the SOB, but even worse, I am halfway inclined to sign up for this: http://www.roguevalleyrunners.com/P2P100/raceinfo.html
Why!? Why?!! Why would I do something like that? It's ridiculous. Insane. But I can't stop thinking about it. I'm seeking psychiatric help immediately.
Your prayers and monetary donations are welcome in helping me overcome this sickness.
Thank you in advanced.
Sincerely,
The Girl With a Bad Case of the Runs
It's the SOB (ahem, Siskiyou OutBack) ultra marathon that my mom and I did a few summers ago, only this time I want to train for it and run it a little less (hopefully/relatively) painfully. Yes, I would call ultra runners crazy, and most of them would probably support my stereotyping. They might even add a few choice adjectives of their own (obsessive, raw, hungry - literally and figuratively, freaks...)
Not only am I tempted to sign up for the SOB, but even worse, I am halfway inclined to sign up for this: http://www.roguevalleyrunners.com/P2P100/raceinfo.html
Why!? Why?!! Why would I do something like that? It's ridiculous. Insane. But I can't stop thinking about it. I'm seeking psychiatric help immediately.
Your prayers and monetary donations are welcome in helping me overcome this sickness.
Thank you in advanced.
Sincerely,
The Girl With a Bad Case of the Runs
Monday, March 29, 2010
Consumer not Connoisseur
Ross is a good eater. He'll eat any of my experiments (except for cold soup a.k.a. gazpacho) no matter how inedible they are, and he'll even lie to me about how good they taste. It's cute. He is most definitely not a food snob. Case in point - he regularly requests Meatball Monday. Sometimes he even requests it on Tuesday or Sunday. I can make a decent Coq au Vin, a mean pasta and Bolognese sauce, Chicken Scallopine, and braised short ribs, but my boy prefers meatballs. And you've got to love that.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Spring Break
That's right, I'm twenty-seven and still get to enjoy having a spring break. You can bet I look forward to it at least as much as the kids do too. Things didn't go exactly as I had anticipated, but I can't complain. (Over a week off from work - if I ever do complain, you have permission to kick me.)
Wednesday and Thursday before spring break we had parent-teacher conferences after school for three hours, so we got Friday off. That was lucky for me because we had a home track meet at Willamette on Friday. While Ross was fishing with friends, I got up early to head to the track. I got up early partly because I had to be there by 7:30 and partly because I was dog sitting for a friend and she wouldn't stop whining (the dog, not the friend). I didn't get up early enough because after taking care of her and Youk and eating breakfast, and showering, and cleaning up puppy's not altogether solid poop from my carpet, I was late. It was an exciting start to the day and week.
At the track meet, Puppy howled in the girl's locker room while I tried to learn our track timing system. I don't excel under pressure, but it was good to learn a new facet of coaching. The day ended, we headed home, I went for a run, Ross got home and let Puppy out while he unloaded his car, Puppy jumped into his car and peed on his seat then wouldn't come to her name. Ross chased Puppy until he finally cornered her and returned her to her crate. Ross and Puppy did not get off to a good start.
Saturday, I ran 20 miles, which I'm sure sounds like a blast, but it's kind of therapeutic if it doesn't kill you.
Sunday we headed to Rogue River after church to spend some time with the fam. As it turns out, Dad was leaving for the week on Monday and Jesse was house sitting all week. So Sunday we actually headed to Rogue River to spend some time with Mom and some evenings with Jesse. Mom got sick. Youk got tics. Ross got poison oak. And I got a sweet new paring knife to add to our collection. Guess I was the lucky one in that deal. We actually had a really good time. I got to cook, and do some turkey scouting with Ross - translate 'hike around the hills near Gold Hill' and Ross got to use his chain saw. A lot. Hence the poison oak.
We came back to Salem on Thursday, returned the puppy on Friday, ran 20 more miles on Saturday (I promise, it really is nice once you've built up to it), and get to do taxes today before going back to the grind tomorrow. Somewhere in there we also worked on planting some of the garden, experimented with some new bon appetite recipes and hung out with friends.
It may not be the trip to Vegas some of the teachers went on, but it was a good week.
Wednesday and Thursday before spring break we had parent-teacher conferences after school for three hours, so we got Friday off. That was lucky for me because we had a home track meet at Willamette on Friday. While Ross was fishing with friends, I got up early to head to the track. I got up early partly because I had to be there by 7:30 and partly because I was dog sitting for a friend and she wouldn't stop whining (the dog, not the friend). I didn't get up early enough because after taking care of her and Youk and eating breakfast, and showering, and cleaning up puppy's not altogether solid poop from my carpet, I was late. It was an exciting start to the day and week.
At the track meet, Puppy howled in the girl's locker room while I tried to learn our track timing system. I don't excel under pressure, but it was good to learn a new facet of coaching. The day ended, we headed home, I went for a run, Ross got home and let Puppy out while he unloaded his car, Puppy jumped into his car and peed on his seat then wouldn't come to her name. Ross chased Puppy until he finally cornered her and returned her to her crate. Ross and Puppy did not get off to a good start.
Saturday, I ran 20 miles, which I'm sure sounds like a blast, but it's kind of therapeutic if it doesn't kill you.
Sunday we headed to Rogue River after church to spend some time with the fam. As it turns out, Dad was leaving for the week on Monday and Jesse was house sitting all week. So Sunday we actually headed to Rogue River to spend some time with Mom and some evenings with Jesse. Mom got sick. Youk got tics. Ross got poison oak. And I got a sweet new paring knife to add to our collection. Guess I was the lucky one in that deal. We actually had a really good time. I got to cook, and do some turkey scouting with Ross - translate 'hike around the hills near Gold Hill' and Ross got to use his chain saw. A lot. Hence the poison oak.
We came back to Salem on Thursday, returned the puppy on Friday, ran 20 more miles on Saturday (I promise, it really is nice once you've built up to it), and get to do taxes today before going back to the grind tomorrow. Somewhere in there we also worked on planting some of the garden, experimented with some new bon appetite recipes and hung out with friends.
It may not be the trip to Vegas some of the teachers went on, but it was a good week.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Food Fan
For my birthday, Ross got me a two-year subscription to the magazine Bon Appetit. If you are a foodie of any kind you've probably heard of this magazine. If you get even the remotest enjoyment out of cooking, my advice with this magazine is to be very cautious.
*Insert here: me running to the kitchen to pull the cookies I'd forgotten about out of the oven. - I enjoy cooking, I never said I was good at it.*
Back to my very cautious - seriously, I've only received my first issue, but I've made almost a dozen recipes from it. I'm addicted because they're delicious and do-able. Some "Martha" recipes are daunting, and I can hardly understand what they're telling me to do. Often times her simple recipes are boring or bland. These Bon Appetit ones have been unique, flavorful, and it takes fewer than thirteen separate mixing bowls to make them. (Don't get me wrong Martha Stewart, I'm still a fan.)
The only thing is, I'm starting to wonder about the sincerity behind this gift. After making dinner on Monday night, I heard Ross say, "This is the best gift I ever got myself."
*Insert here: me running to the kitchen to pull the cookies I'd forgotten about out of the oven. - I enjoy cooking, I never said I was good at it.*
Back to my very cautious - seriously, I've only received my first issue, but I've made almost a dozen recipes from it. I'm addicted because they're delicious and do-able. Some "Martha" recipes are daunting, and I can hardly understand what they're telling me to do. Often times her simple recipes are boring or bland. These Bon Appetit ones have been unique, flavorful, and it takes fewer than thirteen separate mixing bowls to make them. (Don't get me wrong Martha Stewart, I'm still a fan.)
The only thing is, I'm starting to wonder about the sincerity behind this gift. After making dinner on Monday night, I heard Ross say, "This is the best gift I ever got myself."
Monday, March 15, 2010
Breathe easy, I'm back. For now.
I took a temporary hiatus from blogging - from computering in general. I needed a break. It was making my brain hurt. Plus, the dog is shedding so I really needed to sweep. And sweep. And sweep. Speaking of the dog, he's been providing me with some good blogging material in the time since I last wrote.
This is my favorite: Youk has one of those big Costco dog beds. Everything at Costco is super-sized you know, and this bed definitely fits that mold. Anyway, the bed sits in the living room during the day, and Youk is happiest when it's as close to Ross' chair as possible. At night Ross puts it in his room, so Youk can sleep next to his bed. Ross decided the other night, that Youk needs to start pulling more of his own weight around here. My vote was for teaching him to scoop his own poop or sweep his own hair. Instead, Ross taught Youk how to fetch his enormous pillow and to pull/push it into the bedroom at night himself. You should see how excited he is to be helpful, and how irked he gets if Ross tries to do it for him. It's pretty funny.
Along with learning how to maneuver his bed through the house, Youk learned a loop-hole in the "bed" command. Usually, he's told "Bed" if we want him to stay on his bed in the back living room. If we're not in there with him, he gets really antsy and whiny. You can't really see into the kitchen or the rest of the house from there, and he likes to be part of whatever is going on. The other day, I put him on his bed and went into the kitchen to do something. I heard some tip toeing on the hardwood floor so I poked my head around the corner to tell him to get back on his bed. He was on it already, but he had pulled it almost all the way up to the entrance of the kitchen. He cocked his head at me as if to say, "What? I'm on my bed." Little sneak.
Okay, last thing. Youk has no sense of space or boundaries around inanimate objects or people. Ross said the other day, "Man, for not trying to be annoying and cumbersome, he sure is." Youk also believes every person and animal he comes in contact with, must love him and want him right up in their face (or butt depending on the situation). *Please see above quote. He got his first real lesson, in "not every dog wants to play" on Sunday. We had just finished a short hike near Detroit Lake and were walking him down to the river to get some water when he decided to introduce himself to a couple of dogs that were there with their owners. The first meeting went well. Youk sniffed her butt, she sniffed his, and they ran around a little. Then he went to check out the other dog that was on a leash with its owner. I guess at that point we should have called him back, but they hadn't said anything so we just kept walking and watching him. All of a sudden their dog lunged and latched on to Youk's ear before he could get away. The owner broke them up and Youk came running back to us. He has about a two inch slice in the underside of his ear. It's gross. They never said a word except for, "I was afraid of that." We shouldn't have let him run up to a leashed dog, but a heads up would have been nice. A "sorry" would have been okay too. Luckily, he's okay. No stitches, no rabies, nothing but a scar and a lesson learned.
This is my favorite: Youk has one of those big Costco dog beds. Everything at Costco is super-sized you know, and this bed definitely fits that mold. Anyway, the bed sits in the living room during the day, and Youk is happiest when it's as close to Ross' chair as possible. At night Ross puts it in his room, so Youk can sleep next to his bed. Ross decided the other night, that Youk needs to start pulling more of his own weight around here. My vote was for teaching him to scoop his own poop or sweep his own hair. Instead, Ross taught Youk how to fetch his enormous pillow and to pull/push it into the bedroom at night himself. You should see how excited he is to be helpful, and how irked he gets if Ross tries to do it for him. It's pretty funny.
Along with learning how to maneuver his bed through the house, Youk learned a loop-hole in the "bed" command. Usually, he's told "Bed" if we want him to stay on his bed in the back living room. If we're not in there with him, he gets really antsy and whiny. You can't really see into the kitchen or the rest of the house from there, and he likes to be part of whatever is going on. The other day, I put him on his bed and went into the kitchen to do something. I heard some tip toeing on the hardwood floor so I poked my head around the corner to tell him to get back on his bed. He was on it already, but he had pulled it almost all the way up to the entrance of the kitchen. He cocked his head at me as if to say, "What? I'm on my bed." Little sneak.
Okay, last thing. Youk has no sense of space or boundaries around inanimate objects or people. Ross said the other day, "Man, for not trying to be annoying and cumbersome, he sure is." Youk also believes every person and animal he comes in contact with, must love him and want him right up in their face (or butt depending on the situation). *Please see above quote. He got his first real lesson, in "not every dog wants to play" on Sunday. We had just finished a short hike near Detroit Lake and were walking him down to the river to get some water when he decided to introduce himself to a couple of dogs that were there with their owners. The first meeting went well. Youk sniffed her butt, she sniffed his, and they ran around a little. Then he went to check out the other dog that was on a leash with its owner. I guess at that point we should have called him back, but they hadn't said anything so we just kept walking and watching him. All of a sudden their dog lunged and latched on to Youk's ear before he could get away. The owner broke them up and Youk came running back to us. He has about a two inch slice in the underside of his ear. It's gross. They never said a word except for, "I was afraid of that." We shouldn't have let him run up to a leashed dog, but a heads up would have been nice. A "sorry" would have been okay too. Luckily, he's okay. No stitches, no rabies, nothing but a scar and a lesson learned.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Are you talking to me?
I have nothing to say today, but that has never stopped me before. :) In fact, I had to apologize to someone the other day because I was talking when I shouldn't have been. My timing wasn't inappropriate, my story just wasn't interesting - at least not to my listener. I told him I was sorry, that I was currently seeking medical help and participating in drug therapy - so far nothing's working.
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