November 23, 2007

Darn…I wish I could go see Oprah’s show

Because then maybe I’d be given one of these fabulous outfits on her Favorite Things episode.

ugly as sin

Seriously. Are they not fugly? Who would look good in one of these? I would look like a 3 ft 8 inch-tall mushroom, I think. Or a sausage.

November 22, 2007

I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve really gotta run

Race Bib

November 21, 2007



November 20, 2007


Whoa. We just got home from wine tasting. It started at 5 pm. It is now 10:30 pm. Granted, we had dinner afterwards, but we tasted and tasted and tasted some more for around three hours. I highly recommend tasting events at wine bars. They are quite lovely, especially when the Italian guy from Jersey who’s pouring goes on break and you can go back to the tasting table to tell his relief person “oh, I haven’t tried that one yet!” Even though you have. Twice. And then a third person comes to cover the second person, and well, I mean. The wine was GOOD and I wanted more, so I tasted the same wine four times. Is that so wrong?

And as a person who is classically trained in wine, I kept copious notes on my tasting sheet. I just looked at it now, and noticed that I wrote things like “YUM!” “OMG!” and “***” I’m serious about this stuff. For reals.

Afterwards the work winos, Matte and I went to eat some pasta (and possibly some semifreddo made with hazelnut cappuccino something or other) to absorb the alcohol while we blew into someone’s portable blood alcohol level checker thing from Kragen Auto Parts. According to the highly accurate scientific device, everyone was below the limit (except for that one time, instead of displaying a number, it just said HI, and was not meant to be a friendly greeting) so we took our stuffed happy selves and parted ways in the parking lot, hiccuping all the way.

And now I must slumber. Damn, I love sleep so much. And what’s funny is when I’m doing it, I’m not sure I even know I’m enjoying it. I mean, I guess I am, but I’m asleep, so, who knows if I am aware that I am having a good time? But really. It’s like my most favorite thing to do these days. Probably because I don’t get to do it often enough. I love everything about it. My jammies, my Tempurpedic pillow that is old and needs to be replaced. I love my jersey sheets, and the comforter that I fling off of me when I start swimming in sweat. I love that my socks get all twisted up, or fall off at the foot of the bed, and I love when I wake up, look at the clock, and realize I get to sleep for like five more hours. Those hours go by way too quickly though. Every single time.

Enough talk. I’m off to catch some zzzz’s and to see visions of long finishes, notes of blackberry and tobacco, and $110 bottles of 2004 Cabernet Sauvingnon dancing through my head.

Or, maybe my head is just spinning.

November 19, 2007

An apple a day

Why do the iPhones that TV show characters use beep when someone hangs up ends a call? Cuz, I’m kind of thinking iPhones don’t beep like that.

Is it just me, or has the PC on the Mac commercials lost weight? He looks quite svelte lately.

The other day, Def Leppard came on my iPod and I thought Joe Elliot was saying “Love is like a bomb, baby, c’mon get it on. Livin’ like a lover with a red iPhone…” He’s really saying “radar phone.”

The other day I saw a Vokswagen Jetta with an apple sticker beneath the license plate. The license plate said MAC1984.

On the new iPhone commercials, they tell us that instead of carrying a cell phone and an iPod, you should get an iPhone. Well, what if I carry TWO cell phones and TWO iPods. What’s the solution then, smart guy?

This NaBloPoMo is killing me, people. Seriously. I just yammered about random apple crap. And do you capitalize the A when you type apple? I don’t think so, but…oh…who cares?

In other news, I had leftover onion rings for dinner. FYI, onion rings don’t reheat very well, even when they are from the Fog City Diner.

Tomorrow night might produce a better post. I’ll be blogging after a wine tasting party with the work winos.

November 18, 2007

It was a little foggy in San Francisco* today

Golden Gate Bridge
*And don’t call it Frisco.

November 17, 2007

Hey, so, yeah, that wasn’t a good idea

During today’s SIX MILE run, it started out kind of chilly. My feet were freezing, and my two big toes were rather numb. But, that was welcome as I’ve been worried about pain in my feet. No feeling means no pain, so yay! Eventually my toes thawed out and I started to feel like there was a little something sharp poking one of my toes. Maybe there was a tiny rock in my sock? Whatever. I blew it off and kept running for SIX MILES. And all was fine and lovely and when we reached the finish line, we were greeted by BREAKFAST! Scrambled eggs! Pancakes! Bacon! And coffee and orange juice. And I ate it all, sitting on a freezing cold bench (which was nice, kind of like a giant ice pack).

Then I came home and found Matte STILL IN BED. He was awake, but lounging and watching the Ohio State/Michigan game. I took off my shoes and noticed one of my socks was kind of pinkish. When I took the sock off, there was blood over the entire toe of my sock. I am SO hardcore, dude! Running while bleeding. Awesome.

Awesomely stupid.

My toes are lame. They don’t lie right, but pile atop one another. And one of them had smooshed itself against its neighbor, and dug it its toenail into it. It was the tiniest little cut, but I guess with the constant pounding for SIX MILES it irritated it more.

I should have stopped when it first started hurting (I know, Matte, I know!) and next time I will.

But I still sort of feel like a badass chick, pushing through the pain and all. And I have a nice bloody sock trophy to show for it.

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