Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
A STEP BACK
This weekend made me feel like I was in high school again...in a really, really good way. From the outside looking in I could see how it might look like I was being selfish. I did exactly what I wanted for the entire weekend and it was great.
Friday watched my little cousin's football game (they won and he played great), Saturday went for a long run and napped before going out on the town. Sunday played golf with an old buddy then ate dinner at the 'laws. Even got in a little cleaning which made me really happy.
It's weird how life has a way of giving you a break right when you need it...
Happy Monday.
Friday watched my little cousin's football game (they won and he played great), Saturday went for a long run and napped before going out on the town. Sunday played golf with an old buddy then ate dinner at the 'laws. Even got in a little cleaning which made me really happy.
It's weird how life has a way of giving you a break right when you need it...
Happy Monday.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
GOT CHANGE
Today I was waiting for classes to start and I thought I would treat myself to an ice cold beverage of the diet variety. Sadly, this thirst quenching treat never reached my lips. Not because I dropped it, or something silly like I all of a sudden decided a water would be healthier. Nope, I simply didn't have the change in my bag like I thought I did. Strike 1.
No biggie I said to myself, I've got a buck in my wallet and I'll just use that. No dollar bill, but a 10. Don't get me wrong, I love finding 9 extra dollars, but talk about winning to lose. Strike 2.
For a split second I thought, "Sweet! I'll ask someone if they can break my ten and I'll be able to get my drink and maybe even toss in a candy bar for my trouble. WINNING" Bam, I snapped to my senses, who under the age of 45 would have 10 bucks in their pocket, especially the correct amount to be able to break my 10? Toss that fact on top of the fact that I'm on a college campus. Strike 3.
I didn't even ask anyone. I ended up slowly and begrudgingly walking to the water fountain, a beaten man.
No biggie I said to myself, I've got a buck in my wallet and I'll just use that. No dollar bill, but a 10. Don't get me wrong, I love finding 9 extra dollars, but talk about winning to lose. Strike 2.
For a split second I thought, "Sweet! I'll ask someone if they can break my ten and I'll be able to get my drink and maybe even toss in a candy bar for my trouble. WINNING" Bam, I snapped to my senses, who under the age of 45 would have 10 bucks in their pocket, especially the correct amount to be able to break my 10? Toss that fact on top of the fact that I'm on a college campus. Strike 3.
I didn't even ask anyone. I ended up slowly and begrudgingly walking to the water fountain, a beaten man.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
REALLY?!?!?
The end of some runs are greeted with happiness, some with exhaustion, and others with a great sense of accomplishment. Yesterday, the end of my run was marked in an odd way...A bee stung me.
I'm sure you're thinking, "Well yeah, that sucks, but is it really that strange? You run outside after all." You've got a point, if I got stung on the shoulder, on the leg, back, arm, or any other easily accessible place it wouldn't be that weird. I probably wouldn't even write about it (yes I would, who am I kidding?) You know where I got stung, on my foot...right below my ankle to be exact.
Take a minute to look at your shoe-clad foot. I mean, look at the amount of space between the side of your foot and your shoe...no, seriously, take 4 seconds to look at that small space. Now factor in the fact I was running, so it was a moving target non-the-less. Somehow a bee manged to get himself into my moving shoe and give me a present of a stinger in my foot. Stupid bee didn't even ask if I liked stingers, he just assumed. We all know what assuming does. So that I was, on the path at forest park, running along on minute and the next ripping my shoe and sock off hopping around one foot. Great way to end a run.
I'm sure you're thinking, "Well yeah, that sucks, but is it really that strange? You run outside after all." You've got a point, if I got stung on the shoulder, on the leg, back, arm, or any other easily accessible place it wouldn't be that weird. I probably wouldn't even write about it (yes I would, who am I kidding?) You know where I got stung, on my foot...right below my ankle to be exact.
Take a minute to look at your shoe-clad foot. I mean, look at the amount of space between the side of your foot and your shoe...no, seriously, take 4 seconds to look at that small space. Now factor in the fact I was running, so it was a moving target non-the-less. Somehow a bee manged to get himself into my moving shoe and give me a present of a stinger in my foot. Stupid bee didn't even ask if I liked stingers, he just assumed. We all know what assuming does. So that I was, on the path at forest park, running along on minute and the next ripping my shoe and sock off hopping around one foot. Great way to end a run.
Monday, August 22, 2011
THE STREAK LIVES
Lucky for me, I like traditions. Like, always ending up in the river via a tipped canoe or having it rain every single time I go camping. Some glass-is-half-empty kinda people would say these things are negative. Me, well, I'm a glass-is-half-full kinda guy...I call those two events "strong traditions". Everyone knows traditions are the ingredients which give seemingly pointless activities meaning. Let me tell you, this camping/float had plenty of meaning.
The weekend couldn't have been better. The float and camping were amazing, the river wasn't too crowded, the weather not too hot, the camp ground not too muddy. I've said it before, and I'm gonna say it again, floating might be my favorite summer time activity.
Hopefully everyone out there had a nice weekend too. Only 4.5 (work time calculated only, assuming you work a 40 hour, M-F kinda week) more days until we get to do it again...the weekend that is, not the floating.
The weekend couldn't have been better. The float and camping were amazing, the river wasn't too crowded, the weather not too hot, the camp ground not too muddy. I've said it before, and I'm gonna say it again, floating might be my favorite summer time activity.
Hopefully everyone out there had a nice weekend too. Only 4.5 (work time calculated only, assuming you work a 40 hour, M-F kinda week) more days until we get to do it again...the weekend that is, not the floating.
Friday, August 19, 2011
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