You all have probably had just about enough of me posting the blog entries pretaining to my new feline. I know this because I would feel the same way if I kept seeing a blog pal of mine constantly commenting on their cute kitten, puppy, frog, hamster, two humped camel... etc....
Why can't I think of other matters of importance to touch upon such as: politics, the rising costs of college education, great summer book reads, The Hoff... Like I said, I know peeps. I know.
However, there is yet another issue I feel the need to "touch base on". Why do we come up with stupid sayings pretaining to our pets? I said that I was not going to repeat my mom's practice of doing so but that promise went out the balcony window. Here is just a lunch time portion serving of the odd things I have said to my cat (multiple & various times) through our brief pet/owner relationship...
After the kitty uses the litter box: "Stewie has stinky, stinky poopy!"
When I come through the door of my place: "Where is my tiny, tiny kitten?"
I know, I know, I need help. Any of you pet owners out there have any queer saying directed at your fur balls?
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
More Pictures of Stewie!
Okay, get your booties off the dance floor and come over to see my new kitten. He will most likely do one of the following things to you: purr, lick, chew or hiss. But trust me, they are all freakin adorable when he does it.
I think he wants to be a distance runner.
Scratchin that belly
Cat nappin
The Flying Cat! I wish he was Tunce The Driving Cat! Please tell me you remember that from SNL!!
Giving the sleepy stare down.
I think he wants to be a distance runner.
Scratchin that belly
Cat nappin
The Flying Cat! I wish he was Tunce The Driving Cat! Please tell me you remember that from SNL!!
Giving the sleepy stare down.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Kittie Picts..
Stewie & O'Malley Recreating Fight Club
Mary Ann Hangin With The Stew
This Is Such An "Is It Friday Yet?" Calendar Photo
Friday, June 22, 2007
Introducing Stewie
Because I think I needed a little "gonna love me unconditionally" action.
So I finally bit the bullet and got a kitten today. It worked out pretty well because Lynn's husand Bob's sister came upon two adorable kitties about 3 weeks back. Lynn and Bob kept one and I decided to take in the other. This way the bros can mingle for play dates when go out prancing on our runs. This little dude is cute and tough -- likes to pur and hiss. I decided to name name him Stewie. Yes, because of the Family Guy wise cracking baby.
My intitial observations are that Stewie enjoys napping, chewing on students' narrative essay, playing in bags and chasing his tail.
Uncle Jimbo took some good ones with his digital so I will post those soon.
So I finally bit the bullet and got a kitten today. It worked out pretty well because Lynn's husand Bob's sister came upon two adorable kitties about 3 weeks back. Lynn and Bob kept one and I decided to take in the other. This way the bros can mingle for play dates when go out prancing on our runs. This little dude is cute and tough -- likes to pur and hiss. I decided to name name him Stewie. Yes, because of the Family Guy wise cracking baby.
My intitial observations are that Stewie enjoys napping, chewing on students' narrative essay, playing in bags and chasing his tail.
Uncle Jimbo took some good ones with his digital so I will post those soon.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
The Best Reply To 4th of July Backyard BBQ Thus Far....
This was from my old manager Mary at MCD Invest. She cracks my shit up and really hit the nail on the head!
"Thanks for the invite. We have a family reunion that day. I will try to pop over but it may be later in the evening, probably about the time that you are polishing off the Jaigermister while strumming away to the ol campfire favorite 'No More I Love You's'"
You got that right, sister. Hands down.
"Thanks for the invite. We have a family reunion that day. I will try to pop over but it may be later in the evening, probably about the time that you are polishing off the Jaigermister while strumming away to the ol campfire favorite 'No More I Love You's'"
You got that right, sister. Hands down.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Because I Think...
Kelly has already covered the back nine with Hunter Thompson on course that makes Pebble Beach look like a poorly kept mini-golf set up & was able to locate Falwell and give him a hearty bitch slap.
I know that my buddy Steve is taking a hiatus from the blog posting. Although he stated that he is done with blogging, I am begging him to reconsider. Take as as long of a break as you need to process all this fucked up and unfair shit. Some day I hope you come back to it because I need your funny and sacrastic commentary to brighten my days. And you sure as hell know, by far, that I am not the only one in cyber land that needs your crack. Because, well, free internet porn can only do so much for me.
Chatting with Steve about the funny Kelly memories was helpful last night. God, there are so many of them. In looking back, he was one of the funniest people I ever had the opportunity to know. Much of his humor was due to his brilliant mind that was able to serve up such whitty social commentary at the drop of a hat.
The best thing about it is that many who have a mind such as his opt to follow the path of "assholehood" or "dickhood" --- I guess also throwing in the made up slang of "vaginahood" would keep it gender equal but that word just does not have the same effect. For example, I have had many profs. over the years that have had, in my opinion, comparably great minds to that of Kelly Lowe but their arrogance laced and snobish attitudes (look how much smarter I am than everyone else in my circle of academia and lets not even get into how high I tower over you undergrads/grad losers.) left them as being more memorable as prinks instead of as high intellegent people. That is what made Kelly so different and better --- he was down to earth and approachable at any time.
That's all I have to say about that now. Off to work on another section of my teaching portfolio that is due this week. With that said, you know which teacher man's philosophy will be knockin around in my cranium.
I know that my buddy Steve is taking a hiatus from the blog posting. Although he stated that he is done with blogging, I am begging him to reconsider. Take as as long of a break as you need to process all this fucked up and unfair shit. Some day I hope you come back to it because I need your funny and sacrastic commentary to brighten my days. And you sure as hell know, by far, that I am not the only one in cyber land that needs your crack. Because, well, free internet porn can only do so much for me.
Chatting with Steve about the funny Kelly memories was helpful last night. God, there are so many of them. In looking back, he was one of the funniest people I ever had the opportunity to know. Much of his humor was due to his brilliant mind that was able to serve up such whitty social commentary at the drop of a hat.
The best thing about it is that many who have a mind such as his opt to follow the path of "assholehood" or "dickhood" --- I guess also throwing in the made up slang of "vaginahood" would keep it gender equal but that word just does not have the same effect. For example, I have had many profs. over the years that have had, in my opinion, comparably great minds to that of Kelly Lowe but their arrogance laced and snobish attitudes (look how much smarter I am than everyone else in my circle of academia and lets not even get into how high I tower over you undergrads/grad losers.) left them as being more memorable as prinks instead of as high intellegent people. That is what made Kelly so different and better --- he was down to earth and approachable at any time.
That's all I have to say about that now. Off to work on another section of my teaching portfolio that is due this week. With that said, you know which teacher man's philosophy will be knockin around in my cranium.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Kelly, I Am Going To Miss You So Much.
I know right now, as I am composing this, that it is probably never going to end up turning out as well as I want it to. It is probably not going to cover half of what I want to discuss and be filled with many partially fullfilled thoughts: an assortment of multiple emotional fragments laced with typos. I realize that so much is going through my brain right now that I am in no frame of mind to even begin making a post about this but at the same time, I feel that I need to write. I sit here punching the keys on my IMAC in order to even attempt to..... Well, I am not even sure what my intentions are but all I do know is that I need to remember Kelly right now and what a great person he was.
Steve called me this evening with some horrible news. He told me that our friend and college advisor, Dr. Kelly Fisher Lowe had passed away this weekend. As soon as I heard, I just started sobbing uncontrollably. I was not as close to him as Steve was but it still hit me like a hard sucker punch to the stomach. I wanted to throw up and not in the metaphorical sense, but in the literal way. A man in his early 40s should not be gone. I still cannot make any sense of it, or even begin to imagine what his family is going through right now as I am writing this.
It is pretty weird because when my phone rang and lit up the name "Edgehouse" on the id, I got the gut feeling that something was just very wrong and bad. Usually Steve and I typically stay in playful contact via blog comments and creative texts. When I saw the number on my phone, I responded to the company that I was with that "this can't be good." I sort of just felt it in my gut. Instinct told me leave the crowded and noisey eatery and call Steve back in the car. When walking to the car, the tone of Steve's message on the vm just confirmed my suspicions. Whatever he had to tell me was going to hurt. I was going to hurt bad. I am glad I went to the parking lot and got in my car before talking to Steve because at least then only a few passer byers would see my crying uncontrollably and not a whole restaraunt of people. However, as best as I tried to regain my composure, I totally lost it once again when I rentered. But that's okay, to hell with what everybody in that place may have thought as they saw tears running down my face. They did not know what a great man Kelly was. And you know what, if I would have talked to them all for about 5 to 10 mins about him they would've wished they had gotten a chance to be touched by him in some way.
I have so many great memories of Kelly that like I said earlier, I know this post will not even start to cover half of the credit that he deserves for influencing my world. But hell, thinking about him, even though it is still making my eyes moisture up as we speak, does make me further appreciate how wonderful of a teacher and person he was.
Kelly was the first faculty member that I met at Mount Union. I met him, with Eve on his lap, at a Preview session during July 97. I spoke with him about the Writing major program and the upcoming writing classes that I was going to take come fall. I remember that he made me feel relaxed and confident about my choice of major. This was reassuring to me because like most incoming frosh, I was aprehensive about mostly everything. He also spoke with me briefly about the working in the writing center with him. He had confidence that I would be a good fit since I tested and "portfolioed" into the Honors College Writing Class. Wow, a teacher that put me at ease and had confidence in me..... I could tell that we were going to be more than advisor/student. I could tell that we were going to be friends.
Throughout my four years at Mount I took as many classes that I could with Kelly. Some of the favorites that I remember off hand were, Sport & American Culture, Creative Nonfiction and my Senior Culmin. Experience. In addittion, he was the best employer that I ever had the opportunity to work for when he was director of the Mount Union Writing Center. He let me be student director of the EH100I program the first year it was put into action. The experince that I had with that, working one-on-one with a select group of students througout the semester, left a postive engravement on my tutoring memories. The most fun I had with Kelly was when a group of us traveled to the National Writing Centers Association conference in Baltimore during my senior year in 2001. I fondly recall listening to Ben Folds 5 (when they went by that name) and Dennis Miller comedy cds on the way there. I also remember us feaverishly sculpting together our presentation on how the physical size of writing centers influences the learning habits/retention levels of students while we hovered around a table at a a retro 1950s style Dennys located a stone's throw away from our hotel. Our presentation actually ended up coming together quite neatly and we celebrated the day after at the big party wrap up celebration. Yes, nothing like a few hundred MLA skilled nerds bustin a move while drinkin a few imports. I got some great picts of the gang that night. It feels like it was just last week instead of almost 7 years ago.
Post college, I still kept my ties with Kelly. Even though I no longer had the option of listening in his class or swinigng by his office while he was listening to various cds, email made it possible to keep in touch. God bless the information super highway that allowed me still touch base with my fav. college prof even though he moved clear across the USA. Most students graduate and don't even think twice about their advisors as they jump out into their life after college. I knew that was not going to be the case with me and my mentor.
Kelly has helped me out in so many ways after ungrad. He not only assisted me with various grad school rec. letters but also with pedagogy advice at many different times during my teaching experience (as brief as it has been so far). I remember when I was planning the syllabus for my first college class, Kelly was the first person I called upon for adivice and he responded, as I naturally expected, with quick and insightful/very useful comments. I appreciated this because once again, like that first time that I met him in the summer of 1997, he put me at ease about my abilities and made me feel more confident about the challenges I had ahead of me going into new territory.
Kelly was the reason I wanted to become a college teacher. His personal style of teaching and desire to see students succeed captivated me both as one of his own students and as an apprentice eagerly attempting to learn the craft. I aspire to some day be half as successful as he was as an educator. He is also one of the main reasons why I continue to make the time, even though I tend to go in odd spurts, to write. Seeing the success he has had with numerous academic papers, the Alliance Hospital book and the Zappa novel encouraged me to continue in the craft. And even though I can't hold a flame to his style, I still have a passion for writing and aim for continuous growth and awareness, even though at times my level of overall improvement may be very minor.
I am so thankful that I had the chance, even though it was just for under ten years, to be influenced by Dr. Kelly Lowe. Kelly, you helped me in ways that you probably never even knew. I raise my glass to you and my heart fills with gratitude for everything you have assisted me with throughout my life. My deepest sympathy is with your family during this time.
Thanks K-Lowe. I love you.
Steve called me this evening with some horrible news. He told me that our friend and college advisor, Dr. Kelly Fisher Lowe had passed away this weekend. As soon as I heard, I just started sobbing uncontrollably. I was not as close to him as Steve was but it still hit me like a hard sucker punch to the stomach. I wanted to throw up and not in the metaphorical sense, but in the literal way. A man in his early 40s should not be gone. I still cannot make any sense of it, or even begin to imagine what his family is going through right now as I am writing this.
It is pretty weird because when my phone rang and lit up the name "Edgehouse" on the id, I got the gut feeling that something was just very wrong and bad. Usually Steve and I typically stay in playful contact via blog comments and creative texts. When I saw the number on my phone, I responded to the company that I was with that "this can't be good." I sort of just felt it in my gut. Instinct told me leave the crowded and noisey eatery and call Steve back in the car. When walking to the car, the tone of Steve's message on the vm just confirmed my suspicions. Whatever he had to tell me was going to hurt. I was going to hurt bad. I am glad I went to the parking lot and got in my car before talking to Steve because at least then only a few passer byers would see my crying uncontrollably and not a whole restaraunt of people. However, as best as I tried to regain my composure, I totally lost it once again when I rentered. But that's okay, to hell with what everybody in that place may have thought as they saw tears running down my face. They did not know what a great man Kelly was. And you know what, if I would have talked to them all for about 5 to 10 mins about him they would've wished they had gotten a chance to be touched by him in some way.
I have so many great memories of Kelly that like I said earlier, I know this post will not even start to cover half of the credit that he deserves for influencing my world. But hell, thinking about him, even though it is still making my eyes moisture up as we speak, does make me further appreciate how wonderful of a teacher and person he was.
Kelly was the first faculty member that I met at Mount Union. I met him, with Eve on his lap, at a Preview session during July 97. I spoke with him about the Writing major program and the upcoming writing classes that I was going to take come fall. I remember that he made me feel relaxed and confident about my choice of major. This was reassuring to me because like most incoming frosh, I was aprehensive about mostly everything. He also spoke with me briefly about the working in the writing center with him. He had confidence that I would be a good fit since I tested and "portfolioed" into the Honors College Writing Class. Wow, a teacher that put me at ease and had confidence in me..... I could tell that we were going to be more than advisor/student. I could tell that we were going to be friends.
Throughout my four years at Mount I took as many classes that I could with Kelly. Some of the favorites that I remember off hand were, Sport & American Culture, Creative Nonfiction and my Senior Culmin. Experience. In addittion, he was the best employer that I ever had the opportunity to work for when he was director of the Mount Union Writing Center. He let me be student director of the EH100I program the first year it was put into action. The experince that I had with that, working one-on-one with a select group of students througout the semester, left a postive engravement on my tutoring memories. The most fun I had with Kelly was when a group of us traveled to the National Writing Centers Association conference in Baltimore during my senior year in 2001. I fondly recall listening to Ben Folds 5 (when they went by that name) and Dennis Miller comedy cds on the way there. I also remember us feaverishly sculpting together our presentation on how the physical size of writing centers influences the learning habits/retention levels of students while we hovered around a table at a a retro 1950s style Dennys located a stone's throw away from our hotel. Our presentation actually ended up coming together quite neatly and we celebrated the day after at the big party wrap up celebration. Yes, nothing like a few hundred MLA skilled nerds bustin a move while drinkin a few imports. I got some great picts of the gang that night. It feels like it was just last week instead of almost 7 years ago.
Post college, I still kept my ties with Kelly. Even though I no longer had the option of listening in his class or swinigng by his office while he was listening to various cds, email made it possible to keep in touch. God bless the information super highway that allowed me still touch base with my fav. college prof even though he moved clear across the USA. Most students graduate and don't even think twice about their advisors as they jump out into their life after college. I knew that was not going to be the case with me and my mentor.
Kelly has helped me out in so many ways after ungrad. He not only assisted me with various grad school rec. letters but also with pedagogy advice at many different times during my teaching experience (as brief as it has been so far). I remember when I was planning the syllabus for my first college class, Kelly was the first person I called upon for adivice and he responded, as I naturally expected, with quick and insightful/very useful comments. I appreciated this because once again, like that first time that I met him in the summer of 1997, he put me at ease about my abilities and made me feel more confident about the challenges I had ahead of me going into new territory.
Kelly was the reason I wanted to become a college teacher. His personal style of teaching and desire to see students succeed captivated me both as one of his own students and as an apprentice eagerly attempting to learn the craft. I aspire to some day be half as successful as he was as an educator. He is also one of the main reasons why I continue to make the time, even though I tend to go in odd spurts, to write. Seeing the success he has had with numerous academic papers, the Alliance Hospital book and the Zappa novel encouraged me to continue in the craft. And even though I can't hold a flame to his style, I still have a passion for writing and aim for continuous growth and awareness, even though at times my level of overall improvement may be very minor.
I am so thankful that I had the chance, even though it was just for under ten years, to be influenced by Dr. Kelly Lowe. Kelly, you helped me in ways that you probably never even knew. I raise my glass to you and my heart fills with gratitude for everything you have assisted me with throughout my life. My deepest sympathy is with your family during this time.
Thanks K-Lowe. I love you.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The Haw And The Hem, The Yeah & The Booo Of It All...
THE BOO: Friday date night got sidetracked due to stomach flu or possible food posioning.
THE YEAH: Got to go to see "Knocked Up" with Alicia & Juan (John, I feel like making you Spanish today) and laugh my keester off.
THE YEAH: We are setting up a tee time alternative.
THE POSSIBLE BOO: Seeing how well skiing went as a date this past winter, this new spark might be short lived. However, I do not foresee myself getting tangled up in orange safety fencing so I might be in the clear. I have worked on chillin like a villian these past few monthes so finger crossed for smooth sailin (The Christopher Cross mellow version) and strokes. Also, I have promised myself never to challenge anyone to a 5K or 10 miler if I start sucking ass at a sport other than running. Well, I guess "promise" is a strong word so lets just go with "try real hard".
THE BOOO: Lots of paperwork and meetings this week at school.
THE POSSIBLE YEAH: If everything works out as I would like it to, I should be very happy camper for the upcoming fall semester.
THE YEAH: Alicia's bridesmaid dresses came in and they look rockin!
THE BOOO: Tried it on yesterday and it did not fit.
THE YEAH: Lost some poundage since getting fitted and I need two go two sizes smaller. I better keep running and watchin what I eat so Fatty McFatterson does not come creepin back.
THE YEAH: Got to have lots of fun Michelle bonding time this week (softball games, running and such..)
THE BOOO: She fucking hates me for making her sore from the track workout on Thursday. Michelle, don't forget, in a bout 2 weeks you should be kicking my ass once again. Just like the glory days of high school.
THE YEAH: Got to enjoy cranking the a.c. up full blast (free of my charge) and dine on parents' fridge foods as they were on their whirlwind Canada based gambling adventure.
THE BOOO: The dog was a piss ass night barker/cry baby and the new cat likes to attack toes while I slumber.
THE YEAH: For my minor efforts they rewarded me with bottles of Captain Morgan Parrot Bay & Absolut. God bless ya duty free shops.
Have a rockin weekend!!
THE YEAH: Got to go to see "Knocked Up" with Alicia & Juan (John, I feel like making you Spanish today) and laugh my keester off.
THE YEAH: We are setting up a tee time alternative.
THE POSSIBLE BOO: Seeing how well skiing went as a date this past winter, this new spark might be short lived. However, I do not foresee myself getting tangled up in orange safety fencing so I might be in the clear. I have worked on chillin like a villian these past few monthes so finger crossed for smooth sailin (The Christopher Cross mellow version) and strokes. Also, I have promised myself never to challenge anyone to a 5K or 10 miler if I start sucking ass at a sport other than running. Well, I guess "promise" is a strong word so lets just go with "try real hard".
THE BOOO: Lots of paperwork and meetings this week at school.
THE POSSIBLE YEAH: If everything works out as I would like it to, I should be very happy camper for the upcoming fall semester.
THE YEAH: Alicia's bridesmaid dresses came in and they look rockin!
THE BOOO: Tried it on yesterday and it did not fit.
THE YEAH: Lost some poundage since getting fitted and I need two go two sizes smaller. I better keep running and watchin what I eat so Fatty McFatterson does not come creepin back.
THE YEAH: Got to have lots of fun Michelle bonding time this week (softball games, running and such..)
THE BOOO: She fucking hates me for making her sore from the track workout on Thursday. Michelle, don't forget, in a bout 2 weeks you should be kicking my ass once again. Just like the glory days of high school.
THE YEAH: Got to enjoy cranking the a.c. up full blast (free of my charge) and dine on parents' fridge foods as they were on their whirlwind Canada based gambling adventure.
THE BOOO: The dog was a piss ass night barker/cry baby and the new cat likes to attack toes while I slumber.
THE YEAH: For my minor efforts they rewarded me with bottles of Captain Morgan Parrot Bay & Absolut. God bless ya duty free shops.
Have a rockin weekend!!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Yet Another Thing To Make Me Excited For The Anual 4th Of July Backyard BBQ....
So this is what Jim is thinking about getting for the festivities. I know kittens, just the thought of it almost makes me tinkle too...
Monday, June 11, 2007
On Corn Detox
Well, another year down at the good olde Parma Rib & Rock. Although I was pretty beat today and my arms and back are quite sore, I managed to get in a fairly good run in between classes. Sweetness. So here are some random thoughts from my gig at the Jaycess corn booth these past few days. And of course, I made it in a numerical "Top (insert arbitary number) List".
Given in no particular order of importance....
1.) People wear some fucked up clothes to Rib Cookoffs. Alicia and I were having a contest to see what was the worst wardrobe choices of each day. Some of the top contendors were -- the lady with leathery tan skin sporting the mini tube top that showcases a belly button chain (yes, chain, not just a ring), the lady wearing a long, very warm looking bulky turtle neck sweater (it was in the 80 degree area that day), the woman who order corn wearing a shirt that barely covered her nipples and the dude sporting the Tim Duncan Spurs jersey. An honorable mention goes to the guy that Neil spotted having a bald mullet. Not sure of what else he was wearing but judging from the hair, the rest was probably not so Project Runway.
2.) Some guy came up to our booth to inquire who had the best ribs. After I responded that I did not eat ribs, he looked at me like I had lobsters on my face. Sorry dude, the ribs are not my bag.
3.) I heard enough country music to make my head spin over and over again. Plus our stand was almost on top of the stage. Double augh!
4.) I am not the best artifical wall climber around. I tried it once a few months ago on a date and the terrain was a bit more favorable. Alicia took a pict. This one was from near the top of my quest. It looks like a good angle, better than a different one that probably could have shown the top of a miget's head as he was walking by. Yeap, I got about that far off the ground.
5.) There is a heap load of greasy and heart burnish potential food at Rib & Rocks.
6.) Neil and Roxann further solidified my opinion that they are my fav. married couple. They were working hard at this event 24/7 and neither peeped a complaint. Only smiles and dutiful charity labor was their agenda.
7.) Riding an unsafe carnival ride with your two friends, Roxy & Alicia, is good fun. However, after some beers, icecream and the reality of not posessing the fearless stomach of a 10 year old can really fuck you up. Damn you, Monkey Mayhem ride!!!
8.) T-shirts with cheesy corn sayings rock the house.
9.) Discussions by the corn grill of Jim possibly renting a giant jumping inflatable for backyard bbq makes my mouth water more than buttered corn.
10.) My middle name could be "4th". I ran again in the Parma mayor's 5k race on Saturday morning. Once again, I believe to the best of my knowledge, for the 3rd year in a row, I took 4th place on the womens' side. No matter how well or how much like ass I run, 4th seems to be my destiny. I guess it is better than 5th but Pre was the only one in my book that could pull off a bitchin 4th place performance.
Given in no particular order of importance....
1.) People wear some fucked up clothes to Rib Cookoffs. Alicia and I were having a contest to see what was the worst wardrobe choices of each day. Some of the top contendors were -- the lady with leathery tan skin sporting the mini tube top that showcases a belly button chain (yes, chain, not just a ring), the lady wearing a long, very warm looking bulky turtle neck sweater (it was in the 80 degree area that day), the woman who order corn wearing a shirt that barely covered her nipples and the dude sporting the Tim Duncan Spurs jersey. An honorable mention goes to the guy that Neil spotted having a bald mullet. Not sure of what else he was wearing but judging from the hair, the rest was probably not so Project Runway.
2.) Some guy came up to our booth to inquire who had the best ribs. After I responded that I did not eat ribs, he looked at me like I had lobsters on my face. Sorry dude, the ribs are not my bag.
3.) I heard enough country music to make my head spin over and over again. Plus our stand was almost on top of the stage. Double augh!
4.) I am not the best artifical wall climber around. I tried it once a few months ago on a date and the terrain was a bit more favorable. Alicia took a pict. This one was from near the top of my quest. It looks like a good angle, better than a different one that probably could have shown the top of a miget's head as he was walking by. Yeap, I got about that far off the ground.
5.) There is a heap load of greasy and heart burnish potential food at Rib & Rocks.
6.) Neil and Roxann further solidified my opinion that they are my fav. married couple. They were working hard at this event 24/7 and neither peeped a complaint. Only smiles and dutiful charity labor was their agenda.
7.) Riding an unsafe carnival ride with your two friends, Roxy & Alicia, is good fun. However, after some beers, icecream and the reality of not posessing the fearless stomach of a 10 year old can really fuck you up. Damn you, Monkey Mayhem ride!!!
8.) T-shirts with cheesy corn sayings rock the house.
9.) Discussions by the corn grill of Jim possibly renting a giant jumping inflatable for backyard bbq makes my mouth water more than buttered corn.
10.) My middle name could be "4th". I ran again in the Parma mayor's 5k race on Saturday morning. Once again, I believe to the best of my knowledge, for the 3rd year in a row, I took 4th place on the womens' side. No matter how well or how much like ass I run, 4th seems to be my destiny. I guess it is better than 5th but Pre was the only one in my book that could pull off a bitchin 4th place performance.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Lets Turn the Lights Down Low & Break Out That Hot Butter....
Yeap, that is the theme for my activities this weekend. No, you pervs! It is nothing like what you are thinking so get your minds out of gutter! Today was the start of the Parma Rib & Rock. One day down and 3 more to go. The members of the Jaycees and I will be working the corn on the cob booth at the event. We operate the booth as a way to raise funds for Relay for Life which our area is holding at the end of July.
So if you are bored this weekend, stop on by and give me a holla. We even have kickin shirts this year featuring corn on the front and different corn related sayings on the back. Mine says "Do I back you corny, baby?" I know, I heart it too.
So if you are bored this weekend, stop on by and give me a holla. We even have kickin shirts this year featuring corn on the front and different corn related sayings on the back. Mine says "Do I back you corny, baby?" I know, I heart it too.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Only I Really Could....
A conversation that I had last weekend with some friends prompted me to generate this post. Some are pretty basic and some are a little laced with oddity.
The Only I Really Could List....
^ Run a race an end up breaking, not a foot bone, but an elbow bone.
^ Spend 3 years of my career working at an investment company when my lowest grades have notoriously been in the subject of mathematics. Oh yeah, I have dyslexia as well.
^ Decide when Roxy and I were throwing a surprise b-day party for Alicia that using the "cover" that she was going to be attending a tuperwear party would be a believable excuse. Okay, I should have thought of the following things before telling her that: Who the hell still attends tupperwear parties after 1988 and why would her and her 26 year old friends be excited by the idea of it on a Saturday night??
^ Gain in the range of 12 lbs of fatty fattness while briefly dating a vegetarian. And bear in mind, this was a healthy, ate lots of veggies and fruits type vegetarian as well.
^ Be unable to find my own car keys, which have many random key chains making the set quite noticable from outter space, on my kitchen table yet be able to locate my friend in a sea of 40, 000 plus people during the constant movement of the 2003 Chicago Marathon.
^ Own and wear a circa 1989 Kraft Cheesasaurus Rex shirt (that you had to obtain by accumulating a freakishly high number of Proof of Purchases. I probably sacrificed an artery or two in the process) in 2001, wear it after track practice in the campus cafeteria and then glance across the tables to notice another student also wearing that exact shirt. Now that shit is more rare than winning the fucking lotto.
^ Be so acronym challenged that I actually thought, and then further stupidly mentioned to a friend, that the term T & A was actually DNA. Sidenote: This lingo mishap event, which first surfaced in a hotel pool in Hollywood Beach Florida in 2001 has over the years been the showcase of periodical taunting. Such classic rips at my blunder have included... "Look at her. She looks like a nice piece of DNA! (insert laughter from my college friend "AKA Jen" and eye roll from me).
^ This sort of goes with one I already touched upon but what the hell.... Injure/break/need stitches in different parts of my body, but all predominately on my left side.
^ Think that I could drunkenly chase down my car as it was being towed down Detroit Rd. in Lakewood. Yeah, like that a-hole that rigged it up was going to slow down for my stumbling ass. However, a few minutes later I thought it was great logic to call the parking attendant a "dumb fuck head" for calling for the tow. Yeah, like that was going to do any good or fix my current car impounding delema.
^ Suffer a life long defect from The Taco Bell.
The much needed 411 on this event: On my 21st b-day, we had a party at the house of JP, Prej and Booher. I remember being tanked and of course that prompted the great alcohol inspired idea that I needed some TB. After making a classic Taco Bell run (which it actually was a foot race), the drunkness caused me and one of my roomies to drop our fast food knock off Mexican goodness. Not seeing anything wrong with our logic, we laughed uncontrollably and plopped to the floor to enjoy. I must have slammed a little too hard because I cracked my shin. It hurt a bit at the time but the "Fire and Ice" shots masked the pain at the time (not so much the next morning though). To this day, I still have a mini indent in the center section of my left shin. Ask me nice and I might let you check it out.
The Only I Really Could List....
^ Run a race an end up breaking, not a foot bone, but an elbow bone.
^ Spend 3 years of my career working at an investment company when my lowest grades have notoriously been in the subject of mathematics. Oh yeah, I have dyslexia as well.
^ Decide when Roxy and I were throwing a surprise b-day party for Alicia that using the "cover" that she was going to be attending a tuperwear party would be a believable excuse. Okay, I should have thought of the following things before telling her that: Who the hell still attends tupperwear parties after 1988 and why would her and her 26 year old friends be excited by the idea of it on a Saturday night??
^ Gain in the range of 12 lbs of fatty fattness while briefly dating a vegetarian. And bear in mind, this was a healthy, ate lots of veggies and fruits type vegetarian as well.
^ Be unable to find my own car keys, which have many random key chains making the set quite noticable from outter space, on my kitchen table yet be able to locate my friend in a sea of 40, 000 plus people during the constant movement of the 2003 Chicago Marathon.
^ Own and wear a circa 1989 Kraft Cheesasaurus Rex shirt (that you had to obtain by accumulating a freakishly high number of Proof of Purchases. I probably sacrificed an artery or two in the process) in 2001, wear it after track practice in the campus cafeteria and then glance across the tables to notice another student also wearing that exact shirt. Now that shit is more rare than winning the fucking lotto.
^ Be so acronym challenged that I actually thought, and then further stupidly mentioned to a friend, that the term T & A was actually DNA. Sidenote: This lingo mishap event, which first surfaced in a hotel pool in Hollywood Beach Florida in 2001 has over the years been the showcase of periodical taunting. Such classic rips at my blunder have included... "Look at her. She looks like a nice piece of DNA! (insert laughter from my college friend "AKA Jen" and eye roll from me).
^ This sort of goes with one I already touched upon but what the hell.... Injure/break/need stitches in different parts of my body, but all predominately on my left side.
^ Think that I could drunkenly chase down my car as it was being towed down Detroit Rd. in Lakewood. Yeah, like that a-hole that rigged it up was going to slow down for my stumbling ass. However, a few minutes later I thought it was great logic to call the parking attendant a "dumb fuck head" for calling for the tow. Yeah, like that was going to do any good or fix my current car impounding delema.
^ Suffer a life long defect from The Taco Bell.
The much needed 411 on this event: On my 21st b-day, we had a party at the house of JP, Prej and Booher. I remember being tanked and of course that prompted the great alcohol inspired idea that I needed some TB. After making a classic Taco Bell run (which it actually was a foot race), the drunkness caused me and one of my roomies to drop our fast food knock off Mexican goodness. Not seeing anything wrong with our logic, we laughed uncontrollably and plopped to the floor to enjoy. I must have slammed a little too hard because I cracked my shin. It hurt a bit at the time but the "Fire and Ice" shots masked the pain at the time (not so much the next morning though). To this day, I still have a mini indent in the center section of my left shin. Ask me nice and I might let you check it out.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Reductio Ad Absurdum Monday: Sometimes The Randomness Of Your Life Also Extends To The Junk You Find In The Books On Your Shelf
So tonight I took my Webster's Dictonary of Quotations with my to my oral presentations (yeah, try not to giggle at the name, that is the official course title) class. My pupils were suppose to write down a quote on a notecard for an in class activity tonight and I figured that at least one or two jokers would have a brain fart and forget, so I brought my back up source. Well, turns out that I was correct and as a student sheepishly came up to my desk to consult my big ye olde book of quotes, I did the random page leaf through with my finger tips to make sure that I did not have any odd and ends within the pages of my text. I am notorious B.I.G. for slidin paperish items in my books. Well, turns out that this book was no exception to my rule.
In the pages I found the following items: a dried out leaf (okay this item sort of makes sense to be in a book), a picture of me, Julie K, Shawna and Kimmy Pants at Jeff Geises wedding in, I think, 1999? a recipe out of a mag. for toffee ice cream dessert and last and the most random of all random things - another picture, this one of my college friend, Julie O, sitting in her dorm room, kissing a minature silhouette of Honest Abe Lincoln. Yeap, I got no answers either.....
In the pages I found the following items: a dried out leaf (okay this item sort of makes sense to be in a book), a picture of me, Julie K, Shawna and Kimmy Pants at Jeff Geises wedding in, I think, 1999? a recipe out of a mag. for toffee ice cream dessert and last and the most random of all random things - another picture, this one of my college friend, Julie O, sitting in her dorm room, kissing a minature silhouette of Honest Abe Lincoln. Yeap, I got no answers either.....
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Cross Is Boss
Fam & Friends at the Buckeye Local Schools 1 mile & 5K:
baby blue shirt - Cameron * speedy gal in white shirt - Katlyn * dork in hat - yours truly * Italian Pride - Mary Ann * trendy glasses - Roxy * best aunt in hat - Aunt Pat * little dude in green shirt - Quinn
Two things that I strongly believe in are the importance of family and running. So if there is an instance when both of those can be magically put into one force, you better believe that I am all about it! About a month ago my cousin's little son Cameron asked me to run in the first annual charity race for his school (Buckeye Schools in Medina) and of course I gave him a "yes" on the spot. I even got two of my friends to participate by walking in the event last night.
Although it was a little on the warm and humid side yesterday evening, the race was a blast! Another shocklng and pleasant surprise was that it was a true cross country race - through the woods, corn fields and all, using the junior high and high school course. There are not too many of those races around here (with the exception of Mastic Woods in Rocky River in August). Even though I was a little aprehensive going into the race considering that I have not done much speed work in recent months, I was quite pleased with my performance. I ended up chugging to a 22.59. Not too bad considering the weather, grass/slight inclines, lack of track workouts and any other addittional excuse that I forgot to throw in here. Also, I at last feel like I am getting some confidence back in the running area. It seems like over the past few months I have been a little softish regarding my mental running prowless. Not being able to run with my partner in crime, Jen and dealing with some other personal junk has probably contributed here and there. However, last night I really felt it comming together once again. I felt psyched up, ready to compete and a little more mentally stuborn then the recent norm. This is a good thing and I feel that I can hopefully stick with this approach in more workouts/races to come. : )
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