Reminiscing

I'm headed off to sunny So.Cal. tomorrow to see my friend from junior high get married. I was thinking about how long we've known each other and all the random things we used to do and talk about. For example, in 9th grade (still jr high in CA at that time), she only had her learner's permit, but drove solo to school. We would talk about her wild weekends - she had a fake ID. (I got MY first fake ID with her - but it wasn't until I was about 18 - and boy, was that funny when my parents found it.) We used to go to the beach at night and do who knows what but had a good time. (And boys who may be reading this - no, it did not swing that way - sorry to burst your bubble). I was to go to UCLA with her and we'd room together. Didn't turn out that way and she never lets me forget that I went back on our plans. I often wonder what would've happened if I had. Would we still be marrying our respective fiances? She thinks no. I pondered over this with Cowboy, and he insists we would've found each other some other way. I like thinking that, and I like even more that HE thinks that.

Stop looking at me!

This message goes out to the annoying coworker that won't stop passing by my office and staring at me. It's annoying enough that you go to see a beloved supervisor at least seven times a day, but I'm willing to let knowledge of those ass kissing sessions slide. I really must draw the line at the numerous round trips past my office while you stare at the Betty-monkey in her cage. Your pregnant waddle would normally evoke sympathy from me, but for that fact that it only means you are staring for longer periods of time. Why can't you just look ahead, like everyone else? Geez - at least bring me a banana or peanuts or something in exchange for the show.

How quickly it turns on you

Road Runner and I ran the Y-me breast cancer 5K this morning. Let's just say that everything I said about having awesome weather two postings ago (just yesterday) no longer applies. It never really went past 50 yesterday, but managed to get hot this morning - too hot too fast. It was one of my hardest runs in a while. I beat my Pumpkins time (my first 5K less than a year ago) but I didn't quite beat my secondary goal of under 30 min. Close, but no cigar. I guess next race. It's only going to get hotter, though, and I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with that.
By the way, as usual, Road Runner was about 3 minutes ahead of me!

Welcome to the fam

I have added a couple of links - Road Runner is my running partner. She is a speedy little thing, and always leaves me in the dust. (Hence, MY nickname for her - not her blogger name. Don't be confused when you check her out.) Road Runner just got engaged while traveling through Europe with her man. Yea! Stay tuned for more exciting adventures of Road Runner.

IP Girl comes to you all the way from the west coast. She is the second one of our college core to (recently) get married- Yea! - and is a brilliant scientist who likes lemons, has a remarkable sleep schedule and ate like 17 cones of peppermint frozen yogurt at one time in a contest against our other friend...Dr 90210. Sadly, I don't remember who won - I just remember the sickness afterwards.

Everybody, let's give it up for Road Runner and IP Girl!

California

Every once in a while, you get an awesome weather day. Today started out as such. I was walking to work, and at 7:30 am, probably the only time in the day the weather will be like this, it reminded me of home. (In case you can't guess, home is California - specifically northern.) This morning it felt like maybe 50 degrees, with fog. The sun was starting to glint on the river and the seagulls were out calling to one another. If not for the blight of a crazy construction scene, it'd be heaven!
Memories of trips to the beach, especially camping trips, where you get up and out on the beach - everything is calm - the weather is a little too cool, but you wait, confident the fog will burn off. The air is clean and the birds are the only other creatures who are in the mood to make noise. Even if there are other beach-goers/campers, they are in the same trance as I am in (or at least some sort of not-fully-awake trance -equally acceptable to me). It's at that moment when I feel the most calm and contented. The beach is my favorite geographical place in the world to be.
Unfortunately, since I don't live near the beach (no, a great lake is NOT the same thing), I don't get this feeling too often. So, I had to share. Plus, I don't really have anything exciting going on right now - unless you count a supervisor with a knack for making you feel extra incompetent, and the fact that Cowboy might lose his job. That, however, is too much drama for a day off to such a fine start.

Rewards for laziness...I guess

My morning is off to a sexy start.
I wash my hair every morning. However, I just cannot be bothered with blow-drying it before work. I'm already doing people a favor by combing it, so don't get greedy by expecting it to be dry as well. My little trick is to pile my hair in a loose bun and stick a hat on top. I take the hat off once I'm inside my office building.
Today I enter the building, holding the door for this guy transporting a tray of donuts from one of the 7 Dunkin' Donuts I pass on my route to work, to the one in the building.
I dutifully take my hat off and reach up to let my hair fall. I hear this grunt behind me. The donut guy. He says, "that looked nice, the way you did that." (His) Eyes sparkling, teeth gleaming in a wolfish grin. (My) Stomach churning, poker face trying to make it's first appearance today. A hesitant "thanks" comes out of me. "You just washed it?" (As if it needed an answer) "Yes." "It smells good too." Another feeble "thanks." He's still staring at me with that smile, and I half expect an evil laugh to come next with a "my pretty." Incapable of dealing with creepiness before 8am, I look down and scurry away - allowing him to safely deliver his delicious packages. (The donuts)