And To All A Happy New Year's Eve!

I hope that everyone has a happy and safe New Year's Eve! Looks like it is going to be a little rainy in my neck of the woods tonight so please travel carefully!

"We May Be Through With The Past, But The Past Ain't Through With Us"

That is probably my all time favorite quote. One used by P.T. Anderson in Magnolia. It poses an interesting question. It also brings up the great debate if a particular person is responsible for actions or if the blame lays in the past and all the other elements that make it up such as other people, events or circumstances. However, how should a person handle events from a person's past when they could possibly affect the future? When the past keeps creeping into the present and future, how can progress be attained? Case in point, is it possible to build a new and stable relationship if one of the partners has an ex that is still in he picture? Not that they are together anymore but that other person, whether through insults or the hope of building a "friendship" once again, is still functioning as the many times invisible third person within a relationship.

Any thoughts? My vote is for three is a crowd. Someone needs to bow out gracefully as The Spinners put it.

How Dare I Forget!

I got the tat in 2006! Small but meaningful, I finally did what I said I was going to do for years! I know, not as big as Liz and Brian's but I still like it lots.

Thanks, 2006

In t minus nine days I hit a milestone anniversary so with that in mind I decided to write a little about how this past year has changed my life in so many ways. Every year around this time, I like many, begin to feel nostalgic. I know I even did this last year around the same time when I listed both the good and bad things that 2005 taught me. Some of those lessons I kept with me long into 2006 and others were forgotten just as fast as the time it took me to post the entry on my blog.

My students are taking their final now so I am going to use this time to recap. I am not going to sugar coat it but instead can the metaphorical talk and discuss the facts that made 2006 one of the best years of my life.

Lost a grandfather in Oct. A man that I was never really close to as I got older but seeing him pass made me wish I would've made more of an attempt and maybe learned to let go of some of the ill feelings that prohibited me from really getting to know him as a person. Also made me realize that I am getting older and hit me with the reality that all the blood grandparents are now gone.

In Sept. I found out that I will be loosing my job at McDonald Investments. Those that know me know that I have bitched alot about work since switching departments. However, like I have said before, you would like to leave it instead of it leaving you. Going to miss most the people I work with alot. However, this gives me even more incentive to truly value the effort and necessity to keep in touch through whatever means possible.

I ran the Boston Marathon in April. My goal as an amateur runner became a reality in the day after Easter Sunday. Honestly, I never thought I would even qualify but thanks to Lynn pacing a heavier than average female distance runner I hit the qualifying standard in Columbus. Do to an injury it was a painful bitch but it showed me that mind over matter really does exist. It was everything I hoped it would be and more. I did it and I am so glad I sacrificed Easter with the family, money I did not have, and missing work during busy tax season to see every highlight of the greater Boston area on foot. I have never felt such a high in my life.

My friendships this year with my really close friends going into 2006 did one of two things. They either became extremely closer or took a nose dive into strained or non-existent. Most however, were not really affected because we tend to not be intensely close emotionally, which I learned, works best with some pairs of people. Those that I thought would never leave my side did and those that I thought would drop me so quick it would make my head spin stuck by my through my darkest and most honest hour.

I discovered that teaching is what I believe to be my calling at this point in my life. That may change in a few months or years but as for now I enjoy it and really get so much back from it. Looking forward to doing it full time in a few weeks.

New romantic relationships helped to solidify the person that I always knew I was. Tried to taking crushing, lusting and anger and confusion all in stride although at times it was a struggle. At the start of a new one now and so far smooth sailing. I learned from what did not work a few months ago. But with this one, everything seems alot easier and I realize now how important laughter and friendship are as a base for something more.

Come on 2007, bring it on. Looking forward to it with eyes wide open.

GRRRRRRR!!!!!

F - You BCS & the horse that you rode in on.

The Importance of Manners...

I have always been a big advocate of having manners around people. Sometimes during the observations of my personal behaviors or those around me, I am pleased and other times I know that I as well as others need to work a little harder. I have learned over the years that manners is extremely vital when dealing with meeting someone for the first time.

I recently reread a book about first impressions and how vital they are to establishing yourself to others. No matter how you conduct yourself in other meetings, it is nearly impossible to redeem yourself if you have a less than desirable first meeting. With that said, always try to be gracious and pleasant when meeting a significant other or acquaintance of a friend. Even if you are not in the best of moods, try to at least fake being interested or semi-happiness. If not, I guarantee that your friends will dub you as "that person who makes bad first impressions." Trust me, that is a title that you do not want to lay claim to. Nuff said. To those that make a commitment to making positive first impressions, keep up the good work!

I Said It And I Am Not Going To Eat My Words....

I have been having the best month ever. Michigan will beat Ohio State on Saturday afternoon.

Can I Get A Jump up High Five?

Wow, I have had some really good past few weeks. Yes, there have been a few hicups in between with deaths and other life issues but for the most part, I am not complaining. In the words of Jen D commenting on one of my recent turns of good fortune: "Woah. You scored big time." Just takin it as it comes. Lets hope it keep on a comin. Word. Did I mention that Michelle hooked me up with some fly new sofas (well, slightly used but heck they were free!). Yeap, life is good.

Come On

I want to watch a new episode of 30 Rock tonight. I do not want to watch two consecutive hours of The Biggest Lard Ass. I do not care how over weight you were and how much weight you have lost on the show while receiving your 14 mins and 30 seconds of fame. Seriously, you and your massive sweating while attempting to do pushups and whining over small portions bores me to tears. NBC, you blow tonight.

Things That My Friends & Family Will Always Playfully Torture Me About, Yet I Have Learned To Accept...

~ I am a Univ. Of Michigan fan living in Ohio. No, I never went to school there or even lived a long period of time within Michigan state lines. However, I have been a fan through good and bad seasons (honestly, can some of you Buck fans own up to that during the Cooper rein of misery?)

~ I am a blonde dyslexic that has no sense of direction. I am bad with directions, I know that and that is why I love mapquest.

~ I am always late. Tell me to be there early then I will try hard to get there on time. I am working on it. Ask Alicia, a few incidents recently had me slightly early or right on time.

~ I love ranch dressing. I could put this dressing goodness on everything just short of cold cereal. To me it is as vital as water. I do give it once a year during Lent just to let myself know that I can and that I do not need a support group just yet.

~ I like to stay up late. This causes me to be the bitch from hell when I have to get up early the next morning but I never think about that till the morning calls.

Thanks Liz! Race Recap Is A Great Idea! But First & Foremost....

PLEASE VOTE DEMOCRAT TODAY!!!

Borrowed from my bud Steve's blog. Love ya Steve! http://edgehos.blogspot.com/

If you vote Republican today in any way, shape or form:

~ you suck
~ you make the world suck
~ you're a millionaire--congratulations!
~ you enjoy snorting meth AND banging gay hookers AND pushing for anit-gay marriage legistation
~ you somehow don't think this country we all love hasn't gotten completely away from us and into corporate interests and completey amoral and incompetent leadership and that our youngest and poorest boys aren't dying needlessly in a desert and I generally hope you get restless leg syndrome for the rest of your life.

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This One Is For You, Gramps...

My mom made the joke that I should avoid going to Washington D.C from now on because everytime do someone dies. Funny and ironically true come recently. Got home last night and was happy because I got to see my grandpa one last time before he passed away a little after midnight this morning. After I saw him and his ventilator removed labored breathing, I knew it was coming. We all had a pretty good idea.

This morning my brother (sticking with our family theme) made the comment that he died at this time to be cheap and avoid having to pass out Halloween candy tonight. Trust me, if you knew my grandpa you would also think this was funny. My grandpa was no doubt a tough SOB. A car manufacturing line worker that was not afraid to speak his mind. Several times I called him names because of all the crap that he put the family through never realizing that that was just his way. He was true grit, blue collar and was comfortable with his opinions even if they were about 30 years behind the times. His decisions regarding everything from cars to second marriages sometimes confused the family but he just marched to the beat of a different drum. We tried to change it but hell if he would let us.

He was a tough man that not even lung infections or massive bleeding ulcers in the past could derail. Over the years I have strained to see his logic and fought to change his opinions. Looking back now, I can accept them and take comfort in knowing that he never compromised who he was and who the years weathered him to become. Thanks grandpa, it was a learning experience. Tell grandma I said "hello" when you get up there and tell her thanks for letting me P.R. at Columbus last fall.

It's Been A Little While

I know, long time and not alot of contact. Heading to D.C. tomm. morning for the marathon. Will write more when I get back. I hope everyone has a great weekend!

TGIF And Then Some

Okay, a little grouchy this morning due to The Mets loss. Chavez, my man, you spared us a few more inning before the coffin was nailed shut in the 9th. Oh well, it was a good run. Now go TIGERS!!!

I am excited because Running With Scissors and Marie Antoinette are coming out this weekend. Two movies that I have been looking forward to for a while. Got a football game, fundraiser and party to attend this weekend so it should be a smashing time these next few days. I hope all of you have a great one too! Best of luck to my peeps heading to Chi-Town. Lay down the law Becky, Mike and Liz!!! I will be tracking all of you!

Oh Yes, It Is Going To Be Getting Hairy Around Here!

The boys in Sales Support here have decided to grow beards out for their remainder of time at McDonald or at least until they get an interview and shave off their Grizzly Adams look. It must be the week of "beards" in this neck of the woods....

Wake Up!!! You Are In Your Sports Heaven!

Mets thriving in the playoffs. Yankees done and packed up. Michigan still undefeated into mid October. Can't ask for more!

Lesson of Value That I Have Learned From Watching Six Feet Under...

Death happens in a variety of different ways. You better just hope that you do not end up meeting you maker because of a lightening strike, malfunctioning elevator, coal poker through the eye or by slow and painful disease.

If you are going to cheat on your spouse, just make sure it is not with a Quaker. That Quaker sex will make your head explode.

Jeremy Sisko is so fucking talented and way underrated.

Some people are just too different to be together. It is really not anyone's fault. It is just the way it is.

Thank God for American Beauty and Ball's break-through success.

Family guilt will win everytime.

A sink blocking up with blood is a nasty sight to see.

There is so much that you do no know about your parents.

Willa is a kind of cool girl's name.

Don't fall in love with a mentally crazy person. If so, one or both of you will end up dead sooner than later.

And You Call Yourself A True Blue Fan??!!?

Chris, buddy, what is up with get married and having your reception the same night that U of M plays Penn State at an 8:00 start showcased on ABC? I thought we were both die hard Go Blue fans?? I am taking a Buckeye fan to your gala and damn straight there will be some headphones being used on my end!

"On The Long Run"

Because of the events this weekend (the play, wedding and Cedar Point) I could not fit in my usual marathon long run in with the companionship of Jen this past weekend. Instead, I ran my 20 miler today by myself because I took a vacation day. I am not sure if it was because it was usually warm weather for this time of year (close to 80 when I was running) or because my legs were quite pooped from walking around cedar Point the day before, but the run absolutely blew! I found myself swear in my head alot (even sometimes outloud) about how much I hated running. Maybe I was just feeling extra tired today or having an off day with my bio-rhythms but whatever the case was, I was Not feeling the love for long distance running this afternoon. I am hoping that this is just a one time deal and not an omen of things to come for D.C. in a few weeks.

Possible Extra Questions Given On My Midterm Tonight (some real, some not so real)..

~ Correctly spell the instructor's last name. I will give you a hint, it starts with an "M". It also has at least one strangely misplaced letter in the middle that you will most likely leave out. Don't feel bad, most have serious issues nailing the correct spelling but just give it a shot. See, and you thought looking at all parts of the syllabus was a bad idea!

~ Since Athena is stroke deprived and will accept compliments wherever she can get them, what was the subject of her thesis and which two books did she discuss in it. I mention it on the second day of class when you were probably thinking "Yeah, it's an MA from a local city school that is know more for its creative writing program than Literature track so sit your cocky mouth up."

~ What is Athena's favorite beer? Why is it her favorite beer? Does she prefer this beer in question because it makes her drunk fairly fast or does she have a soft spot for its smooth taste?

~ In "The Things They Carried" why do you thing First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross is so obsessed with the virgin/non-virgin state of his love Martha?

~ Do you think Athena has a snow balls chance in hell with the hottie at work? Can kindness and a quick witted sense of humor possibly win over adult onset acne, a smaller than average rack and other obstacles?

~ What is the function of signal words in a paragraph? Construct a well developed paragraph using at least 5 signal words.

~ Why does Athena constantly have issues putting dark blue together with black when making wardrobe decisions? Even after receiving many schoolings from Jen Dahler, why does Athena insist on going against the basic fashion rules? Is it because she is a rebel at heart or is it because she is just too lazy to preplan her wardrobe in the morning?

Why It Is Good To Hang On To Odd Items From Your Early Teenage Years...

For some reason, I never tossed away a poster from Bop Magazine circa 1991 featuring a young Leonardo DeCaprio on one side and a seductive looking Jenni Garth from 90210 on the flip side. I am glad that I keep crap like this because it comes in handy for good comic relief now. We keep circulating it in cubes within my department. When you least suspect it, one of the teen stars pops up by your desk. Hopefully, if the poster ends up in your work area, it will bring a smile to your face. : ) My friend gave me a Prince poster a few months ago. I am thinking that may need to make an appearance around here as well.

The Mighty Lessons Of A Week...

~ I used to be quite enhanted over the years by mysteries and I still think they are beneficial and alluring; however, when they start to provide unneeded false hope and illusions of reality then it is time to just ask the truth. It might sting, it might make you even cry a little, but after that is over you will adjust and possibly live you life a little better and healthier.

~ "Every saint has a past, every sinner had a future." I have loved this quote for years an it constantly reminds me about the values of redemption, remembering and progress.

~ I have learned to give people more than they can handle because they will most likely surprise you.

Literature is the best form of comfort

Tinkering with the idea of having my students dive into Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried" tomorrow night. I know it is a bit ambitious for this type of class but I have faith in them. At times, I think we can all use a little of "TTTC".

"All he could do was dig. He used his entrenching tool like an ax, slashing, feeling both love and hate, and then later, when it was full dark, he sat at the bottom of his foxhole and wept. It went on for a long while. In part, he was grieving for Ted Lavender, but mostly it was for Martha, and for himself, because she belonged to another world, which was not quite real, and because she was a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey, a poet and a virgin and uninvolved, and because he realized she did not love him and never would."

Reason Number 547 Why This Blogger Can Never Teach Younger Students...

From Tuesday September 19th. ENG 0980:
"Well maybe (name not given for privacy reasons), if you pulled your head out of your ass, stopped eating Dortios so loudly and actually paid attention in class, you would not have to distract me and the rest of the class by asking again what the homework is. It is a syllabus, not toilet paper, read it."

Don't get my wrong, I heart my class and try to keep it as mellow as possible for an evening comp. class but I do think an occasional verbal a$$ whipping is good every once in a while and keeps the blood pumping.

Creepy Things That You Need To Stay Away From... Another Of Many Rules All Should Follow...

When someone is staying after work to work on non-office work (such as homework or lesson plans) do not ask them annoying questions concerning work issues or think it is cool to lengthly discuss your odd personal problems. Do you think they really want to be bothered with it? Think they like staying after prison hours just to make sure their crap gets done? They are probably their because they don't want distractions. Put the pieces together Forest, leave em alone and go home if you are done.

Creepy Things That You Need To Stay Away From... Another Of Many Rules All Should Follow...

Crushes are great to have. But learn to take a hint and throw in the towel when you know someone is waaaay out of your league.

Creepy Things That You Need To Stay Away From... One Of Many Rules All Should Follow...

For anybody that thinks their life EXACTLY parallels a tv show or had overly wild hopes that it will, stop it. It is creepy and those around you are starting to notice it. It ain't healthy and psssst..... NEWS FLASH: Most of these shows are NOT based on real life. Learn to deal with your own life and your own reality even though it may be hard to swallow at first. Television is a way for us to forget our troubles not a means to conform every aspect of your life. I have seen this happen with many of the years and on some level almost all of us is guilty of fantasizing but when those lines start to get blurred it is either time to snap out of it or get some help.

"Ain't No Use In Complaining When You Got A Job To Do.."

And that song lyric has never rang truer for me than now. Back to business as usual around here until the show closes which looks like, for sure, January. I am still hunting but also making sure that I keep a good attitude. I know that recently I have been more than a little "off". I had a good conversation with Mrs. Esner at lunch on Saturday regarding jobs, God, choices and life. Her personal career experiences and words of wisdom helped me to see things from a new angle. Also, a belated birthday gift from a friend made me see that everything will work out.

In addition, "Nip/Tuck" seems to provide awesome advice from time to time. I was watching an old repeat on FX when I could not sleep and a quote really got to me. I cannot quote it directly but it went something like this: Some people or situations in your life are like your appendix. You really do not need it or them and sometimes they cause you alot of pain. You are hesitant to lose these things in your life but you soon discover after the removal that you are painfree and better off. Good words to chew on. I have a few appendix like things that I need to remove, and I am working on it. Mine seem to be piece by piece removal opposed to one giant grab and toss.

Felt pretty good about the half marathon this weekend. I ran less than 30 seconds slower than last year. Jen and I were discussing that the weather felt a little warmer than last year but I also know that I was in better shape in Sept 05. I was doing intervals weekly and my speed (or what I have of it) was developing. Due to injuries and teaching, I cannot attend the Tuesday track workouts with the TNT gang but I know I need to start doing those on my own. No excuses now. I have a better attitude and I am getting my focus back. Better late than never!

Funny Things That I Saw During The 1/2 Marathon On Sunday...

~ The man in the mesh shirt. Okay mesh in ANY FORM is not acceptable for clothing. Even the hats are a fashion no, no.

~ The water stop consisting on a guy dressed up as Santa. Thanks, the annoying calypso Jingle Bells that was in my head for the next 4 miles after that.

~ Brian's pugs were so adorable gazing at Elizabeth's bag of chips.

~ Post race school bus filled with sweaty runners = not so good aroma

~ Also, please READ the sign on the window of the bus to know where it is stopping at! I know most of you can read!

I Got Empathy For You Pluto...

Dear Pluto:

I heard the news recently and I am so sorry. What's the deal with those science nerds? Now they have successfully completed their mission to assign you as a "dwarf planet". To steal a saying from one of former my co-workers, "That ain't right". And truly it is not. I mean they let you into their elitist planet club as recent as 1930 only to give you the boot a mere 76 years later. The nerve of them.

On the bright side, we did notice that some loyal backers of yours left some beautiful parting gifts near your stand in the Rocky River Metro Parks. My personal fav. was the retirement balloon and the bottle of beer. I hope the alcohol will help to ease your pain when facing this time of harsh rejection.

Pluto, in a way, I can identify with you this week. UBS has decided to give most of us in Operations the boot within the next few months. No I have not been in orbit here for 76 odd years (a mere 2 1/2 for me) but I still now see the harsh reality of feeling "not in the club". Instead of science nerds, I feel the need to be pissed at business men/women who wear suits costing more than my rent, monthly car payment and student loan payments combined. Oh well, what can you do? I would not even know where to start in order to find these people to confront them just like you have no power to open a can of whoop ass on the nerdy, pocket protector possessing, I am guessing still virgin scientists that demoted your planetary status. Looks like we are left coming back to that beer option. Pluto, for the time being, I would be honored to buy you a Bud or two.

For the time being, Hang in there Pluto. It is best that we stick together during challenging times such as this. In the meantime, don't sell yourself short or "too small" because heavens knows I am not doing that for myself!

Best of Luck,

Risko

Sorry Rhonda

Holy crap, after watching Wrong Turn last night with my dad it is going to be a long time till I go through the hills of West Virginia again.

And The Beat Goes On...

Back to business as usual around here. Well, as usual as it can be despite the lack of energy and positive attitudes being demonstrated by most of the employees. Lots of resume updating and employment hunting going on in this neck of the woods.

Last night was not too bad. Went to a scrapbooking party at Alicia's and got tipsy. Probably not good scrapbooking form but considering the circumstances, I thought it was acceptable. My scapbooking work did not suffer too much.

Thanks to my friends that have called or emailed to see how the sell will affect me directly. Those that work in jobs affiliated with Key already had a pretty good idea and some just found out through other sources and called to check in. Thanks buds. And for those that did not or just don't care, well, I don't really give a crap, you can go screw yourself. And I hope that scooping elephant crap on an daily is somehow worked into your job duties in the near future.

Black Wednesday

Well, it's official. It was announced that McDonald Financial Group was purchased by UBS this morning. I actually got the heads up this weekend but could not say anything till it was officially announced to the media and employees today. We had our operations meeting this morning at 8:45. Those that were not in the office were called by their managers to call dial into the meeting. Many questions were asked by employees with few answers to be given by the head of operations and HR at this time. They explained to us that right now it is a wait and see game. The deal is finalized but the odds and ends regarding who will have jobs and who will not is still being examined and analyzed. I talked with many people in my department and outside and after examining what we do and how it affects the brokerage and bank side, I believe our department will be let go. The plus side is that we will not be let go until end of January and there will be some sort of severance package and extension of benefits (although mine will be short because I have only been here 2 1/2 years).

However, I must say that I consider myself to be lucky. Not much is getting done around here because most are still in shock (even though the rumors have been circulating for a few weeks)but after listening to many talk I do feel like I am in a better position than most. I do not have a family or child on the way (like some of my co-worker friends do). Also, I am pretty young so hopefully that is a plus for the job market. In addition, I do have a part-time teaching gig at the college with some additional hours that I can pick up at the campus writing center. Not near the financial security that I have here but if need be, I will take it.

I know many of you know that I have been pretty grumpy considering my job recently. My attitude has been crappy due to department changes. However, I do love the people in my department. It is no secret that I have been applying and interviewing to other institutions for the past few months but I also felt a sense of security because if those options did not work out I could still stay here at McDonald. Now that has been stripped away. I, like I am guessing many, felt better when I had the choice to walk away from this place instead of it walking away from me under the UBS name. We shall see what the future holds...

The Things We Do For Crushes....

Last night at around 2:30 am (had some issues sleeping due to my sinus congestion & asthma) my mind started to wonder to obscure topics. Right after my second hit of my Albuterol inhaler (odd because I rarely have to rely on it in non athletic pursuits) I laid in bed and began to think of all the curiously stupid things I have done in the past for the sake of crushes. Some I did when I was younger and others I did when I was older and probably should've know better not to be so over zealous with my actions.

After taking a mental inventory as I tossed my sheet on and off and did the fourth rotation of pillows under my head in order to aid my breathing ailment, I came to the conclusion that the one that takes the cake has to be when I decided to take a summer class during college just because a crush of mine was going to be taking the class. Looking back, it was a a great class, in fact on of my favorites that I took at Mount Union but my rational behind initially deciding to peruse the class was humorous and logically flawed.

Anyone else want to share what they have done in the name of a crush? Come on, I know you got some good stories out there....

Back In The Saddle

Well, trying to get my head and body back on track. Besides this plaguing cough and sinus pressure, I am getting there. Started my night class this evening. It seems like a great group of students. I have a lot of automechanics, nursing students and even a future chef in my class. Yee haw boys and gals, the fall semester is in session!

A Penny For Your Thoughts Concerning My Next Career Move...

With rapid rumors flying around Key/McDonald Operations that UBS will be buying out Key, I decided to put some thought toward my next career choice. Every few months the rumors heat up that another firm will buy out Key. In the two and a half years since I have been there I have heard National City's name thrown around quite a bit. Towards the end of work today I heard more people talking about it and I even heard that some were crying. As for me, I choose not to think too hard about it since it is not really a secret that I have been looking actively for employment elsewhere even before I heard of the serious rumors. I refuse to get my stomach all in knots and risk getting diarrhea over something that I inevitably have no control over. But I guess I can see some being upset. Especially those that have spent a majority or even their whole careers with this one company.

So, dare I ask, if fate does have me making another move, what should be my next choice? Perhaps taking a huge loan and opening that bar that me and my one friend always discussed or should I start to finely tune my fire juggling skills?

A Little Bit Loose & A Little Bit Tight

The entertaining drunken bachelor party boys from Detroit (sporting U of M gear and all!) that we met at the Tribe game on Saturday kept making references to the subject line so I think I'll use it to give the weekend round-up! They did buy us beer so they earned their shout out.

The weekend was a pretty good one. Headed over to The Budapest Blonde martini and wine bar with some friends for a belated b-day gathering. I really enjoy that place. Very low key, intimate and smoke-free. I realize that the drinks can be a little pricey for some but they do use top shelf alcohol and use a good amount in all their mixed drinks. After two you are flying pretty high.

The run on Saturday morning with Jen went fairly well despite the humidity. The both of us both felt pretty well physically which is a step in the right direction considering that we have both seemed to be plagued by injuries while training for the Marine Corps. Marathon. I think we are finally starting to get our crap together for this one!

Went to the Tribe game on Saturday night. The seats were pretty sweet (thanks Uncle Thud!) but we did have some grievances about the thick heat because we were under the overhang. However, the icecream after the game helped to remedy that.

Sunday was mostly devoted to getting all my school crap organized for my night class that begins on Tuesday. Finished all the stapling of the syllabuses and junk so I think I am in pretty good shape. Also went for a long walk with Deb while we managed to mostly avoid the rain. Watched half of "Broke Back" and had some serious concerns about the caliber of movies being released this year considering the dynamite showcase last year. I know it is still early in the game and the holiday hype has not yet begun but I am still thinking that it might be a light year for Oscar worthy contenders.

Things I Would Really Like To Do When I Am 27

Okay, one day into it and I am going to start thinking big. We shall see how long this motivation lasts! It is the job of all of you out there to make sure that I do not fall off the horse or if I do fall off, I dust myself off and get right back on.

1.) Lose some pounds and get in better shape. Marathon running had kept me in pretty good cardiovascular shape over the years however my crappy diet has kept the pounds on. I need to eat more of the good stuff and leave out so much of the sweets and fats. I was looking back at pictures this week from my junior year of high school and I had some definition in the ab area going on. Not sure if I will ever be able to make that happen again but I am going to give it a shot!

2.) The weird passive aggressiveness needs to stop. My mom is the queen of this tactic and currently my attitude has been leaning towards assuming her ranking. If I am upset I need to express it in a diplomactic means. Life is too short to keep things bottled up or wreck relationships over dumb reasons.

3.) I need to meet different types of people. Dahler and I have been having a discussion of specific types. I have met some AWESOME new folks this year (Liz, Brian, Lisa K just to name a few) I need to keep this trend going because the more people I meet the more I learn. : )

4.) Get my career path on track. Alot of you know my job dilemmas recently. I am trying to make some changes and I need to remember to keep being persistent and not let minor set backs discourage me too much. The important thing is that I keep the faith and push forward with my efforts.

An Overdue Apology Redux

Sorry that I left so odd and quickly a year ago. As you guessed, it was not the sour stomach from food poisoning that sent me home so shortly after I had arrived. And no, I was not intent on watching the N.C. on tv after I got home. Things are in a better place now and I guess no guarentees that it will happen again but as for now I think that roads are alot clearer and the communication has been better than ever. And as Mr. Joel put it, "And so it goes, and so it goes.. And you're the only one who knows..."

When You Are Finally Ready To Admit That There Needs To Be A Change

These past two weeks have been stressful for me and I have not been in my usual spirits. Throw the extra additive of pms in there and then you have a dangerous mixture. For the past two and a half weeks I had to work a co-workers desk while she took a much deserved vacation to Florida with her family. Our department was recently consolidated a few sort months ago so alot of us are still learning all the ropes. Before I even took over her desk I had major anxiety issues because I knew that my overall knowledge still had alot of holes and I also was aware that she had the busiest desk in the department. Everyday I faced a new challenge and soon learned that the branches that my co-worker tended to posed the oddest and difficult questions to be answered. My co-workers helped me out alot during the time that I tended to her desk yet I still was constantly worrying and would get upset if I could not immediately solve an issue.

This made me realize (well, not so much realize as enforce) that I have unfortunately inherited two of my parents' worst traits. My mom, even though she has the ability to talk to anyone and never really have a phobia of meeting new people is also a constant worrier. She worries not only about herself and loved ones but also events and people that have no real impact on her life. I always harp on her for biting her nails and worrying her stomach sick but I now know that I do the same. I have discovered that running has helped me relive alot of my anxiety but unfortunately I have not been able to do alot of that over the past 2 weeks do to a leg injury. I need to learn to take things one step at a time instead of looking at the huge picture and freaking out about how everything is going to get solved in one grand swoop.

My dad is a pretty happy and easy going guy with a finely tuned sense of sarcasm. Both my mom and brother claim that he mellowed out alot after having a daughter and I like to believe that helped his attitude even more. However, my dad also has a bad anger streak. Now we both share the same stupid habit of smashing or kicking walls or doors (as I learned from going postal on a steering wheel and bathroom door recently). I am not really sure why we do this. Maybe it is just that we have the immediate need to release our energy and violent actions seem like the easiest of ways. I know this is not really a productive way and I am really going to start to look into some deep breathing exercises or calming mediation methods.

Five Random elevision Beliefs...

~ FX currently has the best originals series on television.

~ Six Feet Under is the best written series ever.

~ Soap never reached its creative potential due to the time period when it aired.

~ Everyone does not love Raymond because I do not love him.

~ ER, how many more times can you jump the shark? It is time to shutdown the
hospital.

Michelle's Weekend of Fun

So this weekend was Michelle's bachelorette party on Friday night and wedding shower on Saturday afternoon. On Friday Lynn and I were the BW and MUC members adopted for the evening into the Miami gang as we partied it up at Lynn's pad and Shooters.

Michelle really did not consume too much alcohol but she must still be a light weight (well, I guess her barely weighing over 100lbs also contributed!) because she was still feeling the rough affects on Saturday afternoon at the shower. Despite the stomach and head issues, I must say that she put on a good front acting interested and excited about all the guests and gifts. I know, that usually no noise and a dark room seems like the best option for a hangover but she was not luck enough to have that choice. Good job, girl! You are one tough cookie!

One Day You Are Going To Get To The One That Really Hits You...

These were the words that one of my friends mentioned to me a few years ago right after college graduation. During the time period consisting of the years directly after college many of my close collegiate friends started to get engaged and married. It is during this time period that we like to refer to by the terms "Weddingpoloza" or "Mount Marriage" since they seemed to be happening like rapid fire and every season became a non-stop party of planning, showers, ceremonies and receptions. It was a great time and I loved ever part of it.

In lue of all the excitement, I remember one of my friends saying the subject line because even though it was a little crazy at first to think of my friends as married women it was somewhat, well, I guess, expected for me to see them that way. The friends I had met in college were either dating or soon started dating their soon to be husbands while I knew them. My friend knew that some day I would get to that friend that I knew for a longer period of time, the one that I knew for almost my whole life and when that engagement happened it would probably be the biggest change.

Well, that moment has come. Last week, while on vacation with John, Alicia got engaged. I was so happy and honored that I was the second person that she called to tell the good news to (after her parents). Even though I did threaten her many times that if I was not one of the very first to know that I would be seriously pissed at her! The news has made me happy and excited for them. It has also made me quite nostalgic this week.

Alicia and I have been friends since kindergarten. And this is no joke. I know that sometimes friends can use that line as a cliche' in front of others just because they "knew" or "occasionally hung out" with someone back in those grade school days but with us it is 100%. Even got the pictures to prove it. Back in those Mrs. Shunk days. I swear, that lady had to be close to 100 when we had her and I think she had at least 10 more years of teaching after we moved to 1st!

After grade school (we did the kindergarten - 8th grade deal because of Catholic schooling) it was on to different high schools. She went on to the the Catholic school on one side of Parma and I went to the Catholic school on the other side of town. During that freshman year we talked but not as much, giving each of us some breathing room to meet new people and make new friends. As high school progressed we had some new buds to our claim but our friendship was still just as strong.

After high school it was on to college. Alicia decided upon a bigger state school in Southern Ohio known for its academic prestige. I opted for a small liberal arts school pretty close to home. The college years were kind to the both of us. Alicia stuck with the clarity and focus of an ice arena while I claimed solace at the track or wooded trails. Alicia took the medical and science path while I found a joy in the English humanities. Science vs arts. That was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the differences between us.

Alicia was always the perfectionist. The one with the hair always perfectly in place. We used to joke about all the hair clips that she had in her collection. I, on the other hand, was lucky enough to make it out the door with clothes on my back and a brush run through my hair. The perfection penetrated past the exterior and into the interior of herself considering how smart and talented she was at academics. Mostly the straight A student, Alicia excelled at most things involving education. I on the other hand, the student that really did not start paying attention or giving an ounce till about 7th grade, preferred the mediocre mentality. Years later I wonder why I never tried cheating off of her in matters concerning book smarts. I guess that better part of me containing my conscious just got the best of me as it sometimes does.

If I tried to sit down and list all the reasons why we are still friends and why Alicia is so important to me, it would be impossible. It is hard to sum it all up and put into words why I am so happy to soon see her share her life with John. A man that is a great person and a perfect match for her.

I think a major reason why we have been able to stay so close is because she makes friendship easy. I can count on one hand the number of major fights that we have had over the past 21 years. And that is alot considering that friendship between girls can have the tendency to be petty at times. We have been through some good and challenging times over the years but we have always been able to go through these events with open communication and mostly smiling faces. I can't wait to see what the next twenty-some years bring.

On The Mend..

The hamstring is doing a little better today. Happy to report that. : ) Been trying to stretch it as much as possible during work. This makes for some interesting contortions at my desk. My co-workers may start to wander.

Who would've thought that running home during a tame game of co-ed softball could wound me? Getting down on the dance floor at the wedding on Saturday night probably did not help much either but if I had the chance to do it over again I wouldn't change a thing about my ridiculous dance moves! I was also pretty psyched that Roxy requested "Bootylicious" for me! You got to love a couple that has "Pour Some Sugar On Me" as their unofficial wedding song. Priceless!

May try to bike a little more tonight to loosen it up. Hopefully I will avoid the rain storm unlike last night!

Congrats!!!

Best of luck to Neil & Roxann! Great wedding and reception on Saturday! Talk to you guys when you get back from the honeymoon!

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Is the key to happiness nothing more than safeguarding yourself from potential harm? Is it more of a defensive tactic than an offensive move forward?

Longing For The Financial Security of My College Days

I remember about two years ago one of my friends remarking that she was happy that she was out of college because now she was finally making some money and no longer living life as a poor, in debt college student. I was happy for her self-realization but I did not share the same feelings regarding my financial situation. In fact, when I stopped to reflect, I discovered that I think I had more money while IN college.

During the early part of my senior year of high school, when it was getting down to crunch time to decide which college to attend, my parents sat me down and explained how the whole financing of my college education was going to work in our family. I was fortunate. In fact, I realized alot fortunate than most teenagers. My parents informed me that they were going to help me out with the cost of my higher education. I was going to have the same set up that my older brother had years prior. My parents would pay half and it was my responsibility to come up with the other half. They also made it know to me that my brother went to a public school and I was attending a private school so my tuition would be understandable higher. They told me that I would, and had already received some grants and scholarships but that I would also have rely upon other means. And since whoring myself around the streets of downtown and selling weed to burn outs was probably not what they had in mind, I knew that I would be dependent on student loans and getting a job or jobs while at school. After they informed me of the basic odds and ends of our oral contract, I did what any head in the clouds 17 year old would do, I shook my head and agreed without putting much thought into it. And I have to agree, my head could safely remain in those clouds throughout the 4 years that I spent in college.

Shortly after I arrived at college I knew that Dr. Lowe was a cool guy. I met him at preview and from that point I had confidence in my major decision. I knew I wanted to get a campus job. I realized that I would make less doing this than working somewhere off campus but a campus job meant a sense of security and the flexibility to work around my class schedule. Since I was admitted into the honors college writing class, I was able to work in Kelly Lowe's directed writing center on campus. It was a great gig four four years. I got to work around both my classes and cross country/track practice schedule and use my brain. I considered my self to be very lucky because I had some friends that were sweating their asses off working hard manual labor in the cafeteria or mowing the campus lawns while I was sitting in a cushy chair helping students by chopping and dicing their papers. It was a great gig. Not horribly busy (with the exception of right before finals week) but active enough to keep me on my toes and make me feel like I was making a difference in the lives of students. I even got to be student director of the EH100I program my senior year which was a great experience. In addition to this, I was an RA. Over breaks I working as a lifeguard for indoor and outdoor pools

The short end of it was that I was making money, spending money and managing to save some dough. I was not thinking about the student loans that were accumulating. It was good and carefree time. A time when I could pay cash for a videocamera and a case of beer. It was simplistic.

And here I am today five years since graduation with all the added responsibilities of adulthood - rent, car payments and student loans. Not that I would change anything because I had a great college experience and I love living on my own and having a car that I love but having the financial blaahs like so many mid-twenty year olds does have its downfalls.

The Best New Show That Your Ass Better Be Watchin...

"Dead Like Me" on SciFi Tuesday nights. My dad clued me in on this new one. Just started up last Tuesday. Sarcastic eighteen year old girl gets accustomed to her new life as a grim reaper after she dies suddenly by being hit by a toilet seat cover from a Russian spacecraft. Quirky and well written as the protagonists adjusts to her new co-workers and struggling with learning the rules of the after life. Give it a shot, guaranteed to make you laugh. : )

A Rough Day On The Range...

As some of you might know, my department at work has been consolidated so everyone is being crosstrained for new duties. I have gone into a more detailed explanation with a few who have seemed interested (or at least did a good job faking interest) but I will not go into all the odds and ends in this email because lets face it, work, for the bulk of us that dwell for eight plus hours in office cubicle land can be stressful and boring to hear about. For that reason, and for my own focus on enjoying my hours outside the confides of the business I will spare you all and just mention one category of my job.

I work in retirement plans for a brokerage firm so naturally my job has me deal with death quite regularly. Many times it happens to the elderly, those in their late 70s, 80s or even beyond. And while I am sure that it is very sad for their families, since we have all experienced the heartbreaking loss of an older relative, it is also somewhat inevitably expected in the great time table of life. The past two days I came across incidents that strayed from this interpretation of the circle of life. One was a mid forty year old man that committed suicide by hanging himself. In the death certificate went into detail about the electric cord that he used and the type of sewer pipe that bared the weight of his body. Although you may try not to paint the mental picture it is near impossible to do so. The second incident occurred when a branch representative called our department to notify us that 3 death beneficiary forms were going to soon be faxed over. She unfortunately did not spare us the details of it being a family of three (mom, dad and son) that were suddenly killed in a car crash. Information like this really makes you evaluate how precious life is.

I have never really had a paranoia with death. Yes, it does scare me but I know that it will happen to all of us at sometime. Hopefully later than sooner for those that I care about. Perhaps it is because I have seen it from such a young age. So much in fact that I was shocked when in college one of my friends mentioned that she had never attended a calling hours wake before. From a young age I had been exposed to attending calling hours and funerals. My mom worked closely with a VFW hall where there were many older members. They became like second grandparents to me and I would tote along with my mom when she went to pay her last respects. The back of this hall was also where I saw a murdered prostitute in the dumpster of the cheap motel adjacent to the hall. Death again, but that time it left more of a mark for a long time. It was death in the most grotesque sense that I could imagine. In addition, my parents both had best friends that were funeral directors. Kind of spooky but not as odd as the fact that they also had childhood dogs bearing the name "Tippy" that both, no joke, one day ran away and never returned. When a family member died it was always a tough call to make Dale or Tommy do the arrangements at their respected establishments. However, even with the modest amount of exposure that I have had growing up, it still leaves my stomach turning a little to see life tragically snatched away.

More On The Relay...

Other than the rain I think that everything went generally okay for the Relay. I got there a little before 6:00 pm and had to park in the far lot because the closer lots were completely filled. I thought this would be the case since many got there earlier to set up prior to the kick off ceremony at 6:00 pm. I was going to try to get up to Tri-C at 5:00 but with work it was not possible. Although, I did manage to cut out a little earlier from the office.

I had tinkered with the idea of taking a half day on Friday so that I would be able to at least squeeze in a quality nap but that was just not in the cards. However, I did make the decision that proved to be pretty dumb during my lunch break. At around noon I decided to take my sandwich out too my car and maybe try to sneak a little 45 min nap in. Well, due to it being so flipin hot (even after I moved my car to a semi shaded spot) and the persistence of a giant dragon fly to enter through my sunroof, that plan was quickly foiled.

About a half hour after the opening ceremonies the light rain got heavier and lightening and thunder started up. This prompted officials to instruct us to go into Tri-C and wait out the storm since they anticipated it passing quickly. While in the building we quickly found ways to amuse ourselves with Roxann's card animal noise game (see me and I will explain it!) and by doing impromptu dance moves in an open ballet studio. During this time my parents stopped by with some cookies for everyone and a double cheeseburger for me. They rock!

We did venture outside again for about an hour to do some walking but had to return because the once clearing sky was turning gray yet again. All of the rain caused the grass to be extremely muddy. It was not that big of a deal when on the concrete circle but it did cause problems when walking back and forth from our tent. It was impossible to not have your feet or some part of your legs caked with mud. Neil, Chris, Vicky and Rox kept joking about the possibility of mud wrestling. I am sure that would've got some donations! : )

Relay For Life

Okay, I crashed for a few hours so I think I am recovered and good to go yet again.
: ) From 6 pm yesterday evening till about 9 am this morning (the closing ceremonies concluded a little earlier although I was not complaining because I was pretty beat by this point) I participated on the Parma Jaycees' Relay For Life Team which was hosted around the make shift concrete circle around the pond at Tri-C's Western Campus.

Overall, it was such an awesome experience! I guess though I need to apologize to the ones I either texted or called freakishly late or early in the wee hours. Opps! I guess I lost track of that whole time concept! I have lots of funny things that I want to write about but not enough time to jot them down during this sitting. But the one thing that I did want to comment on was how difficult it was to function on lack of sleep. By the time the event ended I had been awake for about 26 hours straight. I must say that I think that is the longest that my body has ever functioned without sleep. Yes, a new record! Although, it was a record that I do not want to attempt to break anytime in the near future. As we were either walking around the track or chilling out in our tent one of my friends said that this has to be easier than running a marathon. I totally disagree with her on that point. Although running one is difficult, it is still a heck of a lot shorter time wise. Also, training for a marathon gets your body used to the conditions you will have to deal with on race day. There was no way for me to train in a healthy way for this event which tested me physically and mentally. Well, more to come, I am off to enjoy the rest of my night!

What To Do When The Candles Are All Lit (continued)...

Many times we hold on to the certain ideas. We focus on them a great deal, wish for the thoughts to turn into realities and maybe, perhaps even pray that one day all of our efforts will turn into success and we will get what we so badly think we need. And with enough personal attention, these dilemmas even have the slight chance of developing into obsessions. While, even though they can serve as a distraction, can also be harmful if there really is a truly slim chance that the dreamer can turn their wish into a reality. Symbolically, every thought we have about this goal, every amount of effort applied is, in turn, a candle being lit....

What To Do When The Candles Are All Lit?

Okay, for the first time in too long I actually sat down to do some serious writing last night. A very good thing for me considering that recently I have been looking for every excuse not to do so. Time to get back into the swing of things and stop being so lazy when it comes to effort. A recent event has prompted me to skeleton construct an essay tentatively entitled the same as this post. I have alot of thinking/deciding to do with this particular piece so I will have to see how things develop. Hopefully, I will keep postings on my blog.

Way To Go Cousin! Want To teach Me A Little?

From the front page of today's Cleveland Plain Dealer. Apparrently, golf talent is not gentic....


1 round, 2 holes-in-one for 8-year-old
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Mary Schmitt Boyer
Plain Dealer Reporter
Harrison Vonderau pulled out his pitching wedge, took his aim, swung his club and watched the golf ball fly. It bounced on the green and rolled 20 feet into the cup 76 yards away.

Harrison, 8, and his father, Dave, started screaming and jumping up and down.

"We almost fell down we were so excited," Dave Vonderau said. "I never had a hole-in-one, but I was happy to watch his."

So how did Harrison celebrate his ace?

He made another one with the same ball and his 9-iron 20 minutes later.

"It was unbelievable," said Jeff Staker, the pro at the Washington Golf Learning Center in Newburgh Heights, where Harrison and his dad competed in the Pee Wee Division of the Cleveland Metroparks Father/Son Tournament on Saturday.

Not only did they win the alternate-shot, nine-hole event with a 1-under-par 28, but they also became the first golfers in their division to break par since the tournament began in 1991.

Roxy's Bachelorette Party Check List...

1.) Drink out of a mini penis straw (CHECK).

2.) Sing a horrible version of Linda Ronstadt's "Long, Long Time." Although, I did give the bar patrons a fore warning that it was going to be bad because I am tone deaf but I do love that song. Regardless, ma and pa would've been proud because they have been fans of the Queen of the Blue Bayou for decades. I also was supported by a back up dancer and my friends doing the fake lighter sway (CHECK).

3.) Attempt to play mediator between Roxy and heavy set local bar lady because her boy friend showed Roxy his penis on her territory. "Sorry Miss. You are being a good sport. I know we are being loud and annoying but we will be gone after a few songs and then you can go about resuming your "I love this bar" mentality after we have moved on to a new local bar for a few drinks (CHECK).

4.) Get asked by a creepy and overly hairy man in a tank top to remove my bra and hang it with the rest of the intimate trophies on the wall of fame. Sorry man, it is a Victoria Secret and my amount of fabric can't hold a flame to some of the double Ds sported up there (CHECK: or maybe this does not count as a check since I decided to decline and keep my girls supported for the rest of the evening)

5.) Drink a Bud Light way too fast and feel an instant "I'm gonna hurl wave" (CHECK).

6.) Contacts, glasses... Still hot stuff (CHECK).

7.) Discuss thesis subjects with another English Lit geek while feeling a good buzz from a cherry bomb shot (CHECK).

8.) Get sassed by the McDonalds drive-thru worker while attempting to get fries for a car load of greasy food craving ladies (CHECK).

9.) Break the seal and have to pee alot (CHECK).

10.) Avoid the next day hang over syndrome by taking a vitamin B complex prior to drinking (CHECK : )).

Some Things I Learned From Helping Work The City of Parma Parade This Morning...

No group or person wants to follow the horses.

There will always be a h.s marching band controversy on which band gets to go first.

Holiday parades may be the only time when it is acceptable for children to pick up candy from the ground that was tossed by strangers and enjoy consumption.

The people that have no part nor want to have any part in helping to plan or assist with the parade will be the most vocal complainers.

Neil has a whole bunch of patience.

Oh, So Now I Can See Clearly Now (No need to stop the techno jives)...

I love ELO. Too bad I can't rely on their lyrics sooner instead of wasting 4 to 5 being frustrating and dellusional. Good thing I got my head together just in time for back yard bbq!

"So let her/him go don't start spoiling the show, it's a bad dream..."

Just Thought You Would Like To Know...

Despite the mind numbing boredom of learning IRAs today, there was a pretty funny moment at work. Around our two building there has been alot of new construction. This translates into much dirt, noise and aggravation because our parking situation is both confusing and detouring. However, once in while a point of humor does arise and this was one instance of it. This afternoon, while I was speaking to a co-worker about work matters, the loudest quasi-fart drilling noise occurred. It prompted both of us, as well as every once else in the quad (at least those with a sense of humor) to chuckle. It only last a few seconds but then a few minutes later we had another instance. Ahhh, got to love those few great funny office moments!

A Diagnose of Backyard BBQ

I was going to write this post whining about how my belief in unconditional love was slowly getting tarnished or how nothing can bring two friends closer together than discussing the mutual disgust and utter grossness of another's actions. Oh well, can't change what others think, right? And besides, how can I deep into such heavy issues with backyard bbq approaching so fast.

For those of you that know me, you must know that I heart the backyard barbecue that my brother and I have been throwing for the past few years. It is a chance to relax and kick back with some family and friends. I like the 4th of July because it tends to be a low maintance holiday although normally there are at least one or two stress fights prior to the party between my mom, my brother and me. However, it all gets pulled together and as soon as I have had a few drink and break out the guitar to "play" songs I can truly say that I am having a blast.

Ironman: They brought the noise American Style!

Congrats to Bryce, Kurt, Brian and Su for kicking some major butt at the Ironman in France! I cannot even imagine what you all just went through. My lazy ass is off to enjoy the rest of my easy goin Sunday. You are all fucking stallions! Can't wait to hear all about it when you return. I hope you are partying it up and enjoying the rest of your trip! Heavens know you earned it and then some!

http://ironman.com/events/ironman/france/?show=tracker&y=2006

12/21/05 - 6/21/06: Six Months Later...

Okay, this one is going to take me a little bit of time to write for both good and hard reasons. I want to try to get it done today but I guess that at least starting it is a step in the right direction. Alot has changed and alot of constants have remained the same. People have shown me their true selves both giving me glimpses of the positive and the negative. Sorry to be so vague on this one but this post is for me. It is my personal journey, my reflection and doing this helps.

Can I Get A Witness & An Air High Five???

Today at approx. 4:23 pm today I had the first chance to work my new tattoo fittingly into a conversation. Recently I was settling for the "Hey, look at my new tat!!" or "See what I did!" However, after noticing the month of my b-day, Ron came up to me and we discussed the comraderies that fellow Leos chat about. And me, looking for the golden moment, seized it by lifting up my shirt (office appropriately) and pointing out my small ink Leo symbol. Yeah, finally fit it in. Now my hope (fingers crossed) is that someone will use the ever cheesy, "Baby, what's your sign?" line with me at Alicia's b-day drinking/dancing lets boogie like we are 21 again extravaganza on Saturday night so I can flash it again. Oh yeah, we all gonna have some fun! Come join us if you are in that neck of the woods!

My Adventures As A Card Carrying, Corn Buttering Carny

This past Thursday, Saturday and Sunday (Friday was a waste because of work, credit union matters to tend to and softball game) I helped to cook corn on the cob, sweet potatoes and baked potatoes for the Parma Jaycees at the Parma Rib Burnoff. I must say, it was very fun yet tough work. I feel beat. Rox and Neil were there so much longer than me that I do not know how they managed to never stop smiling. I think I need to take some time away from looking at corn and my body also needs to go through some serious detox from all of the crappy carnival food that I ingested. Funnel cakes and fried icecream, need I say more?

Took tomorrow off work. I think I am going to work on getting the corn stench out of my clothes and I also need to boggie up to Tri-C to pick out my books for my fall class. I also need to run and perhaps squeeze in some quality time with friends. Yet, sleeping in is still the highest of my priorities. : )

Ouch!

They say that seeing the one that you love in love with someone else is the worst kind of pain. Well, at least Michael Bolton lays claim to that theory. However, after last night and this morning I am thinking that passing kidney stones has a strong contention for first place. I have always admired those that have given birth and now I give those women even more credit because I realize that the pain I endured was nothing compared to what they have gone through. Something so large out of something so freakin small.... Good grief...

After This Week (and wow, it is not even over with) I Have Learned The True Value Of...

"You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away, and know when to run...."

Thanks Kenny. Sometimes I think you taught me more than grad school. You have most certainly "Decorated My Life".

The Lucky 7 Fun Facts That I Discovered Over The Long Weekend

~ Alcohol and the giant blue exercise ball do not pair up well.

~ I seem to always seem to find the big piles of doggy poo to step in. Augh!

~ Try to avoid running during the hottest part of the day.

~ It is fun to beat really skinny girls in road races!

~ Brian is a tiger for rocking in his first half ironman!

~ Having Monday off rules.

~ Few things in life compare to the thrill of finding your size in jeans on sale.

Looooong Weekend....

So, what ya all doing over the weekend? Any hot plans? So far people have informed me of their parties, 1/2 Ironman competitions, trips to Virginia, trips to Carolina, trips to D.C. backyard bbqs (although my 4th of July on is the best!), bike rides and those that have to work all weekend (sorry, dudes!). What about the rest of ya? What is brewing?

Mid Week Thoughts...

Some of my friends know that this week started off with some challenging, tough and sad moments in my personal life. But I guess in the grand scheme of things and what others are facing, mine would seem small and trivial. I have tried to compartmentalize my life as best as possible by not letting struggles that I am faced with creep into other areas of my life. For example, not having work issues negatively affect my relationships with my friends or running slumps affect my temper when dealing with my folks. Some days and with some circumstances, it is easier than others. Sometimes it is a challenge and this week it has been one of those.

Email has proven to be a tricky element in my life these past few days. Now don't get me wrong, I still love how accessible it is and how it is great temporary work distraction but I think it also has the erie ability to keep us closed off in protective bubbles and it can have the potential to injure the growth of establishing a real relationship.

Case in point, I have several friends that I heavily rely on email with. In fact, without it, I am not sure if we would even have a friendship. Simple but also a little scary when I think about the fact that I live so close to some of these people.

Over just the past three days I feel that I have been deceived through email, felt comforted by it and even intimately confided through it. The technology has lead me to many emotions and none of this would've happened without it. This leads me to think if email is making us all a little too comfortable because we know that we would never say that things that we vulnerably type on the keyboard if we were all eye to eye. The distance makes us feel more safe and comfortable. But is this a false sense of security?

Okay Brian, You Asked For It. So Here It Is....

The top five random and debatably idiotic statements that I was yelling at runners while in transit and standing at the 16th mile marker of the Cleveland Marathon....

In no particular order although you may vote if you desire...

1.) "You're a tiger!" This one was great when a few actually growled back at me.

2.) "You are stone cold!!! Nail this bad boy down!!" I know Brian really liked the stone cold part and I think Steve got a chuckle too.

3.) "I heart runners!" This was also interchanged with "Honk if you love runners!" A phrase that I was yelling out my car window as we almost hit a running Elizabeth. Thank goodness my trusty navigator, Bryce, was covering the wheel!

4.) "Runners are sexy!!! Ask Rod Stewart, he would agree!" My personal favorite.

5.) "I know it is hard but it is going to get so much better!" And oh how it so does when you are done and have that medal around your neck. : )

Yeee Hawwww!!

Congrats to all those that competed in the races today at the Cleveland Marathon! I had a blast watching with the gang. Actually, many times I thought it was more fun to watch the marathon than to run it!

More to come soon! A little too beat to write now!

Lucky Number 7? Registered at 12:45 EST today...

With Jen not thinking about pregnancy yet, our mission to run more marathons continues. Signed up for The Marine Corp. Marathon (Oct. 29th) today. The beat goes on....

Some of our peeps, Brian & Elizabeth, are going to do Chicago. I don't think I will ever do Chicago again. I had blast running it with such a large group of my college friends (some of my other non-runner friends also came so it was great to have them there for support and good times) but the narrow streets and sharp turns at the beginning stages made me a little claustrophobic. However, it was flat as a pancake and fast as all hell for most.

Tinkering with the idea of running in costume since Marine Corps is so close to Halloween, but I think the heat might kill me before mile 11 if I opted for the gorilla suit.

Will & Grace, More Harm Than Good?

With the final episodes on the near horizon, I thought I would revisit a topic that I had previously discussed for a media journal assignment in my essay writing class during my senior year at Mount. I know I have the paper laying around in one of the many binders in my apartment. Rather than bore you with all the overly drawn out rhetoric that I probably just used to meet the page requirement, I will just discuss the main points since it seems vital now as the show comes to close after an eight year run.

There has always been a debate surrounding whether the show has helped or caused damage with regards to its treatment of the homosexual culture in mainstream America. It seems that those not directly influenced or having previously had much exposure to the gay culture applauded themselves for tuning in and actually liking the show. They felt as if they were accepting the culture because they could laugh at Jack's flamboyancy or Will's anal organizational skills.

Although Right-Winged Christian Conservatives objected at first, they soon simmered down a little when they saw that the show was not going to tackle serious matters such as marriage, disease or child raising (well, at least not until the fifth season, anyway). As Will and Jack jumped from meaningless relationship to meaningless relationship, even traditionalists were starting to no longer see the show as a threat since it was mocking the gay culture in so many ways as opposed to defending it. However, this trend of overly stereotyping was starting to anger the homosexual culture that had such high hopes for a groundbreaking sitcom showcased on Must See Tv time slotted directly after the currently most viewed show in America.

I have to admit, I watch the show week after week. I even look forward to it! Alot of my friends watch it and we can all get a good laugh out of Karen's pill popping antics and Jack's spastic dance moves yet when you really dare to look under the superficial layers, I can see why the liberally minded feel a bit slighted. For one, the show has failed to have either Jack or Will in a serious long term relationship. Most of their romances are based on heated, physical affairs that quickly burn out. This point was grossly mocked in this current season when Grace hastily married Will's boyfriend just so he could stay in the United States a little longer. That show in particular managed to make a mockery out of the sanctity of marriage and the seriousness of homosexual relationships considering that Will had only known his beau for about two weeks.

Yes, Will and Grace has had a good run and provided me and many with alot of laughs over almost a decade. However, I think that aside from over-the-top comedy and physical humor, the show takes a lower ranking when it comes to holding a socially ground breaking status.

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When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? Do you think that you have sold out on your childhood dreams?

Cedar Point Check List:

^ Find at least one matching outfit couple (bonus points issued if they are under the age of 60 yet over the age of 11.

^ Spot a kid throwing a temper tantrum because his mom would not let him eat more sweets.

^ Once again, to the annoyance of most of my friends, tell that group that I am with that my friend went to high school with the kid that sued Cedar Point in the mid 1980s because he fell off the Mine Ride.

^ Forget how bumpy the Blue Streak is until I am actually riding it.

^ Make a dumb joke that I want to ride on the children's' bumper boats.

^ Slap the males in my group for staring at the well endowed collegiate girls in revealing tank tops.

^ See the look of satisfaction in a child's face when they finally are taller than the measurement stick and can ride on the Magnum.

^ Eat and later regret digesting the greasy steak fries from The Midway.

All In A Day's Work.....

Random Things That Have Happened So Far Today...

~ Got in a phone fight with my mom at work.

~ Bought discounted Cedar Point tickets from AAA.

~ Was wildly misunderstood in an email to one of my friends.

~ Played attack burglar with my cat.

~ Put lotion on the new tat.

~ Seriously contemplated going into debt and going back to grad school.

~ My friend's wife found out she is pregnant.

Wow, and the day is still young!

Does Everything Really Work Out The Way That It Is Suppose To?

This past weekend, two of my friends brought this subject line up to me. They did it as a playful interjecting onto my own life since so often I had chimed in with the infamous, "Everything happens for a reason" or "It will all work out in the end" when they were going through various trying times in their lives. As true with so many situations in life, having to walk in someone else's shoes and really examining your own advice does make you take a good hard look at yourself. After contemplating on the advice that I had so freely and dime a dozen given out over the years, I wonder if I was actually doing something more than giving poor cliche' advice. I wonder if I was, in fact, simply lying.

Lets put under the microscope the first, "Everything happens for a reason." Yes, but that is so (as my grad. School advisor Dr. Karem would say) broad of an assumption. It does not begin to take into account that so many people have selfish motives and that those desires can affect them and so many people in the surrounding areas. Sometimes those "reasons" the quote names can be obvious when it turns out to be a happy ending. Case in point, a person who was running late because they could not find their keys which caused them to miss the train. While aggravated and waiting for the next train, she encounters a handsome man that later becomes her husband. A valid argument can be made by romantics or anyone that looks for the silver lining, that misplacing her keys caused her to find the love of her life. However, on the flip side, it is tough to see that everything happens for a reason when it involves tragically sudden death or financial hardships. Those are the times that a strict clear cut answer is demanded but can few times be issued.

The second one, ah, my old stand by (how did my friends ever not punch me in the eye for this one?), "It will all work out in the end." Well, in my defense, I always was a person that would skip to the last few pages of the book to read the ending before starting and I would prefer to hear the ending of a film before viewing. Despite the fact that I know how thrilling surprises are and how few there are in this world, I always like to rush ahead. I love giving surprises but very few times getting them. As I have become older, I think this state or shall I say, choice of mind, has become more frequent and until I find a way to go back and bottle that "instant awe" that I had when I was 5, I think I will continue to be fast forwarding to the conclusions. Well, in my defense, I guess I can say that it at least better prepares me. But if so much of life is dependent on our personal decisions than how do we know for sure that everything will "work out" in the end. And what exactly does "work out" even translate to?

I am a big believer in God and faith. I have been for as long as I can remember. Catholic schooling planted the seeds and personal experiences helped to grow and strengthen it. Despite my sometime nihilistic attitude, I do believe that God cares and is watching. The struggle that I have is that if we are given free-will how can we make sure that those free-will decisions are making things "work out" in the end for each person?

Lets face it, very few of us actually have the courage to say what we really want to in situations for fear of rejection, looking arrogant or just looking stupid. It is safer to harbor those feelings and just hope that you will get what you so deeply want. Example, how many of us have struggled with confessing to someone that they are in love with them but for fear of so many real and even imaginary consequences, they decide it better to not release their truth. What if saying something could've made things "work out" for the better in future? Guess many will never know. However, there is also the reality that confessing would lead to disaster and conflict with both parties having things "work out" in the end. What about those that take new jobs because they desire change or stay at the old ones because the comfort factors are priority to them. How do we know for sure that things really will work out in the end based on our decisions whether grand or small?

I brought a lot up here and I know that many points I touched on are rhetorical. I guess the main thesis that I have come to through my self exploration of sayings I repeat is to examine them more closely before speaking. Or, as my many English teachers would warn me to do, "make sure you research and back it up with evidence before you present!"

Just When I Needed Another Reason To Dislike Ken Blackwell..

Okay, I know I have been giving the play by play of Boston recently and I intend to wrap it up this week but I was just too fired up to let this one pass by.

Not sure how close many of you are following the republican candidate race for governor, but here is what Ken Blackwell freely told reporters when asked why he supported Ohio's constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage and opposed civil unions:

"I don't know how many of you have a farming background, but I can tell you right now that notion even defies barnyard logic... the barnyard knows better."
Comparing people to animals. Have we reached a new low? Please, when election time rolls around, DO NOT vote for Ken Blackwell.

Easter, The Day Before The Boston Marathon Style....

I think we all slept pretty well Saturday night. The combination of an abundance of tasty Italian cuisine and being exhausted from traveling sealed the deal on getting the zzzzzs.

Jen and I decided the night before not to do the warm up road race that Elizabeth was going to jog with her sister. Sorry about that girl! We got up around 8:30ish and headed out to do 15-20 mins. When we started we noticed alot of runners carrying the post race goodie bags with bananas, yogurt drinks and bagels. We knew we had to get one of those bags! We followed the groups and were able to easily sneak in the tent at the finish line to get our healthy race loot. Normally, I hate those that indulge in the snacks without doing the race. But, since this one was free anyway and Boston had already taken enough of my dough, I felt pretty guilt free! The funniest thing was the guy pushing the peeps. He kept jokingly telling the runners they had to at least take one package of peeps before exiting the tent. I hate the peeps but I took one anyway. Ended up bringing it home for my dad who was thrilled. : )

Mike, Becky, Jen and me went to mass at Our Lady of Victories. Yes, much to my mom's delight, I packed and wore a skirt. The week prior to leaving my mom kept reminding me to not forget a skirt to wear on Easter for mass. Never once did she remind me to bring my running shoes, bib picket card, asthma medication etc. Yeap, as long as I packed the skirt, she thought I would be good to go!

I had to use the restroom before the mass (what a surprise from all the water!) and I had a nice chat with the priest prior to the start about running. The service was awesome! It was centered on running which surprised me for Easter Sunday. They also did a blessing of the runners after mass. I kept teasing Becky and Jen because the organist was playing parts of Chariot's of Fire. The last time the three of us tried to watch it they fell asleep and I was calling it Chariot's of Slumber for them. I was impressed, they managed to stay awake through the blessing! lol! Matt also spied author investment guru/author Peter Lynch at church.

After mass we began the great restraunt hunt. This turned out to be a little trickier than anticipated....

When Slightly Warm Gets Toasty...

The room was warm and then got desert like as the numbers in our room climbed. We called operations twice and they struggled with the air condition system but could not fix it. It got so bad that (Jen and Matt noticed this but I must've been preoccupied)the maintance man was attempting to pry the vent open more to let more air in. More hot air in the room? Bad plan of action.

After and Becky arrived in our room Mike made the hilarious comment that he felt like he was going to pass out! We soon escaped the tropical heat to go walk to dinner. Our maintance man was still attempting to look hard at work. I kept telling Jen that he was going to put on her bra and underwear after we left the room. : )

Dinner at Maggiano's in downtown Boston was spectacular! We had a family style meal with more than enough food to go around twice. We were all so full that we could barley make the walk back to the hotel! On the way back we stopped at the official race finish line and posed for some glamour shots. The best one was us attempting a human pyramid. It must've took Becky back to her old h.s. cheerleading days!

We were taking bets in the hotel elevator as to how hot our room would be. It had to be close to 80 when we walked in. Matt (the man of steel balls) decided that enough was enough, he called the front desk and demanded another room. It would've been a different story if they at least would've left some type of note saying that they could not fix the cooling system but there was no attempt to better our situation by The Sheraton.

After finding out by some miracle that there was an extra room available with 2 beds, Matt, with random clothes in hand from his quick attempt to pack up, went back down to the front desk. However, Jen was a little concerned since the miscellaneous clothes did contain his dirty underwear. However, maybe this just furthered the point that he mean business!

It was off to room #2, our as we liked to call it: the clogged up sink with the ghost room.... Stay tuned!

After The Touch Down In Boston...

All in all, the plane rides were not bad. American seemed to redeem itself after we at last got settled into our seats. With all things considered, it did rank a little higher than the cattle call, run for your seats, Southwest (Southworst) experience.

However, once we got off the plane, there was difficulty attempting to figure out which subways to take. We ended up taking the correct "T" line but got off way to early at Boston Commons. This caused us to have to walk what seemed like forever with our luggage in tow. A major party foul on my part was wearing my wooly old Mount Union warm up jacket. I had to wear it because there was no room in my jam packed bags. At first, it was not too bad but then, as the large beads of sweat began to pour off my chest and back, I began to regret the decision to bring it in the first place, even though I knew it would come in handy while waiting in the village on race day morning.

Still, we journeyed forward down Boylston to find our Sheraton. Everyone at this point was getting a little crabby because we were tired and hungry. Poor Liz had a minor party foul when her backpack decided to malfunction in midstep causing personal items to scatter around the park. Part of this was my fault since she was housing some of my personal items due to my overpacking. Love ya girl! After some strategic smooshing of items into her larger bag, we were ready to resume our hike once again. Jen and Matt were a little ahead of us, paving the way. We made a few quick stops to consult Becky for directions on the cell. God bless her and her Onstar abilities! We also stopped to cheer on a few kids during the kids relay race. That was awesome to see kids getting out there and enjoying racing.

Eventually, we made it to the hotel. When the four of us got up to our room we immediately discovered that something was amidst. The next blog entry will discuss the sauna room that was #534....

The Long First Day Of the Boston Trip...

Okay Liz, you asked for it so I am delivering. We awoke on Saturday morning at 4:15 am. I did not even know that my alarm clock had that time! I set my clock and my cell phone alarm as a back up. That was a good move because Liz's watch alarm did not do the trick. After getting ready and grabbing some food, my parents (God bless em for getting up so early!) took us to Hopkins.

Upon arriving we learned that our American Airlines flight into New York was now delayed by an hour because of weather conditions. This really bummed out Liz and I because we were concerned about missing our connecting flight to Boston. When Jen and Matt arrived, Jen also shared our same concern. In fact, she almost went a little postal on the lady at the check in gate. However, she managed to keep her cool and just walk away as the American Airline lady was in mid sentence. I thought this was a much better move than smacking her with her overstuffed carry on! However, I can't blame her, since the lady was misleading us and going to book us on a much later flight if the delay kept up.

When we got back to our seats in the airport to wait out the delay, we all had to laugh because there was a man shaving his head, beard and mustache in the seats near us. I believe Jens' response was "Oh come on!" Seriously though, who does that in an airport?! It was so disturbingly odd and way too early in the morning to do that sort of intimate personal maintance in a public area.

Luckily, the plane took off earlier than the anticipated delay because the weather cleared on the East coast. The flight was pretty uneventful but when we at last arrived in Boston more crazy antics happened. More to come..

Alive, Sore & Grateful!

Okay, i made it back from the Boston Marathon in one piece! Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers! Trust me, they helped me through every mile. Kind of tired right now and I just got my drink on with some friends. I will write about the journey, the race and all the crazy memories tomm. Going to hit the hay now before I make any more typos!

Packing: I Hate It!

I started packing for my trip to Boston last night. Well, I did not actually start the physical packing process. I just attempting to make a list of some of the odds and ends that I might forget if I don't write down. The little necessities like, toothbrush, travel hair dryer and vitamins. Some of the items that I know I will be kicking myself if I forget.

I have never have been a fan of packing. If I do it too early I tend to have second thoughts and unpack most of my belongings. If I do it at the last minute, I have a constant fear that I have forgotten the vitals like underwear or my asthma medication. Either way, it tends to be a complex issue for me. In many ways, I wish I had the mental state with packing that Jack Nickolson's character had in "As Good As It Gets." Yes, he was overly anal about packing for trips but he was neat, organized and seemed to always have everything that he needed. Ahh, to wish that my OCD extended into this area. Instead I have to settle for the "Did I lock the doors?" of "Did I leave my straight iron on?" phobias.

One would think I should be a seasoned packer or at least have a semi-skill for it. In college I competed on teams where over night trips were common. However, maybe it does not take much thought to throw sweats, running shoes, a cd player and a casual set of clothes into a sport duffel bag. My process of packing continues tonight. Fingers crossed that I get a little further!

5 For Five

Okay, Arbys does it so why not me?

Five Things I Like:

* Getting surprise little gifts from people.

* Giving cards to my friends for no real reason. Just a little something to make
them laugh.

* Having to not worry about setting an alarm to wake up so I can sleep in.

* Going for icecream after a run on a nice warm day.

* Watching a good movie with friends.


Five Things I Dislike:

* People that say "umm" alot. Even though I am guilty of this flaw as well.

* Minivan drivers that attempt to cut me off when I am running.

* People that do not understand that I have no internal sense of direction. Blame
it on the dyslexia!

* Hearing someone always refer to themselves in the couple sense such as "we" and
"us". Are you conjoined twins? It gets annoying!

* Having the price of my crappy basic cable be raised almost every month.

Fun With Numbers

26: The total number of marathons the ladies in Jen's bridal party will have run after next monday. Knock on wood! Jen corrected me on this. Good catch, Jen!

5: The number of years Risko will have been out of college come the first week of May.

3 1/2: The number of times Risko dozed off during Palm Sunday mass this morning.

1: The number of John Cusak movies Risko has enjoyed.

254ish: The number of times Risko has proclaimed that she needs to get Showtime.

8: The number of miles Risko ran today.

Too many: the amount of calories Risko comsumed while eating junk food with friends on saturday night.

The Top Three Sound Offs Of The Moment...

Listed in no specific order of importance. A grab bag! Who has time for that organization crap, eh?

1.) Why are so many people addicted to TIVO? Seriously, I don't have any kids so I don't consider myself to be all that busy but I can't even find the time to let TIVO save the shows and then watch them. I have one really old VHS tape that I have been using for years. The quality really blows by now but it does the trick (somewhat). It is my $2.75 solution. If I miss something really cool on tv by forgetting to consult the TV Guide than so be it. Or, I rely on the smarts & generosity of my friends that maybe taped it. Come on, devoting hours of time to catch up on your TIVO? Are you serious? Go outside---ride a bike, play with a stray dog, do charity work or invest in a new hobby! Seriously, those that are addicted scare me. They scare me alot.

2.) Why do we always seem to want more? Yes, raw ambition is inspiring and sometimes even sexy but when it starts to affect a person from being happy that leads to big problems. Whatever happened to being satisfied, or at least faking happy?

3.)All marathons are 26.2 miles. That is the distance. For those of you that did not know that fact, please feel free to spread the word! Trust me, runners are not amused by hearing such sentences as "And how long is this marathon?" or the infamous "I don't even like to drive that far!" The novelty has long since worn out.

Yet Another Song That I Heart....

Alright Miss Alicia, I hope you're reading this every now and then because here is a new song blurp for ya. Check it!

I love almost anything by ELO. However, my favorite has to be "Fire on High". Pure instrumental, heart thumping music. It is the type of song that I will drive around the block just to hear the end of. In fact, I just did that a few weeks ago because I consider it a great loss to turn off this song before its head banging ending. Most ELO fans probably would not count this as one of their personal favs but I consider it to be my #1. I am saddened hat it did make it onto their simple greatest hits album.

The Value Of A Year....

Last night I had a conversation with one of my good friends concerning how much things have stayed the same & yet how much they have changed since a year ago. An old email that I had saved from March 30, 2005 prompted our discussion.

A year ago we were both in frustrating and bad places in our lives. We both had different sets of circumstances that prompted our situations but we both shared the commonality of not exactly knowing how to deal with a life that was not fulfilling us.

A year has passed and we both feel that our friendships and our lives are in better places at this time. I believe that this is true because of two vital things. We both never gave up on our friendship. Even when it seemed that we were just too different to see eye to eye on even the most simplistic of matters, we both believed that understanding and caring can and did, prevail. Secondly, we both took an honest look at what was making us so unhappy. A few of these unpleasing matters could be solved or at least made better but most of them just needed to actually be brought out into the light instead of being hidden away. If shining a light on the sadness did not solve the dilemmas, it was at least good to know that you had a friend to share them with and be there for the good and bad times. Unconditional support may be one of the most awe inspiring gifts to give in this world.

An Open Letter To The Boston Athletic Association...

Dear Head Race Officials (or whichever a$$ clown or clowns who decided upon the 2 wave start)-



My name is Athena Mericsko and finally, after competing in five marathons, I was able to obtain the qualifying standard of 3.40 to compete in The Boston Marathon for my age division. I was so excited when I hit the finish line in Columbus and learned that my dream of getting to run in the world's most prestigious marathon would soon be a reality. Honestly, it was probably one of the best days of my life.

My excitement did dim a little a few months ago when I noticed after sending in my registration money and booking my flight, that there would be a two wave start. I, like many of my fellow friend runners, was surprised that for the first time in one hundred and ten years the Boston Marathon would attempt to foster a two wave start as an attempt to create more order in the race and ease the amount of time that runners set up farther back would be waiting to hit the actual starting line.

After learning of this new tactic, I was a little confused by this new strategy but I accepted it because I held out hope that I would be in the same wave as all of my friends that were also competing. I learned on Friday, much to my dismay, that I am not in the same wave as them. I am in the second wave because my qualifying time was a few minutes slower. Thank you Boston Marathon for screwing me over and taking a big crap on something that I worked so hard to accomplish. Honestly, if I would've known this before committing to run the race I would've instead saved the money for a down payment on a new place.

One Very Pissed Runner,

Athena

A Disagreement With The Sales Pitch To Students... I Also Gotta Bridge For Sales...

The following sentence is the first blurb from the Mount Union website describing the Writing major:

Do you wish you could write song lyrics like Jewel? Are you a fan of Stephen King?

Oh heavens, do they offer a false hope package as well when you are calculating your tuition costs? Yes, it is a good attention grabber but come on! The first sentence should lead into a plan of action for you defending your major choice to your parents. "Once you have kissed any hope of med & law school goodbye, here is how you break the news to the parentals..."

The Best of What I Believe To Be Around...

Okay, about a month ago my friend Alicia gave me the suggestion to write a blog posting about some of my favorite songs. I believe that me confiding in her that the song "Dirty" was among my favorites prompted her idea. I know, it is hard to swallow that one but for some reason every time I hear it the damn song it just makes me want to bop my head and move my arms. As many of you know, I enjoy many different types of music. Much has been influenced by my older brother and his love of classic rock.

When I was running yesterday Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" came on 106.5. This song always does two things for me: it puts me in an instantaneous good mood & it makes me laugh out loud. A major part of why the second is true for me is because I can't help but recall the part in "So I Married An Ax Murderer" where Charlie's dad (played by Mike Myers) is blaring on his bag pipes to his personal rendition of this sultry classic.

The song is so incredibly cheesy. The innuendoes are smack you in the cheek obvious; "He says I'm sorry but I'm out of milk and coffee. Nevermind, sugar, we can watch the early movie." I think the fact that Rod Stewart, belting it with his outrageous mop of curls, makes it even better!

For Your Luck....

I know, after reading the title it might be hard to get the quasi-similar Yardbirds song out of your head but oh well. If I had to suffer with the association, as do you. : )

In the movie "A Beautiful Mind" the character John Nash remarks to his new love under a blanket of stars that he does not believe in luck but he does believe in assigning value to things. Even Mr. Nash, one of the most logic driven of them all, believed that having those "special, sacred items" is a necessity. This got me reflecting on the things that I hold value to, particularly the concert objects that I rely on for mystical powers when I am in a bind...

When I was five I gashed my face in pretty bad wrestling with my cousin on Christmas Eve. The cut was remedied by a trip to the emergency room and a few stitches. Luckily, it was under my eyebrow so the scar is hard to detect unless we are up close & personal. Before the sewing up took place, my parents promised me that we could visit Children Palace (remember that toy store?) and I could pick out a toy if I behaved while the doctor fixed me up. Well, it took some sedation, intense screaming and a straight jacketish device but I got patched together. I did not keep my part of the bargain with my parents but they did and I picked out a Carebear figurine. It still sits on the shelf in my livingroom & before that it was on my desk at college.

As for athletic good luck charms, I used to believe that particular pairs of my underwear could make me run faster. I saved those pairs for race days. This held true for a while but at last my mom, who was doing my laundry at the time, made several comments about how I was not poor (I guess my intimates were starting to take a beating) and I abandon the theory of the lucky underwear.

Recently, I used to carry around a check as a form of good luck. It was with me on recent significant occasions such as my oral thesis defense and the Columbus Marathon. I have since retired it. Usually I carry around a small religious medallion as a form of comfort.

What about the rest of you? Got anything you want to share?