Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Armchair Adrenaline Rush
These guys remind me of flying squirrels. Click the image to view the video.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Spam and prom dates
Friday - Steve had to work late so I enjoyed my broiled salmon and sauteed spinach dinner solo. Caught the end of the news in time to hear a story about Spam's increasing popularity. Being filipino, Spam might as well be another food group in addition to rice. We grew up eating Spam, fried rice, and eggs for breakfast. My parents used to send cases of it back to their families in the Philippines as if it was some luxury item. Spent the rest of the night finishing up the tote that I vowed to never make again.
Oh! I almost forget to mention that my senior prom date wants to be my FB pal. She's married and has three kids. I told Maricel about this on Friday and she brought to my attention that I hadn't published the factoid about me going to the prom with a girl. That and other useless facts about me coming soon to a theater near you.
Saturday - After a crappy night of about 5 hours of sleep, I headed out the door at 7a.m. for what turned out to be a miserable 22-mile run. It was one of those runs that made me question why I do this to myself. I'm hoping that it was the lack of sleep that made this one suck so much. I wanted to quit half way through but was in Leesburg and had no choice but to schlep my achy feet back home. Bleh. I was pretty pooped when I got back home so I put my grand plans of getting things done around the house on hold. Steve and I checked out some local bike shops before heading to Outback for dinner. The wings, filet and scallop griller, dessert sampler and tall white ale knocked me out on the couch by 9:00. Yes - I do eat like lumberjack.
Sunday - Went out to Leesburg to run the hill at Thomas Mill. It's a short run, but a real butt kicker. After yesterday's disastrous run, it was nice to feel like I had actually done this running thing before. Tangoed with the vacuum, played hoops with the laundry, and went on a field trip to Trader Joe's. Spent the remainder of the afternoon sewing a crochet needle case with some leftover fabric from the tote.
Oh! I almost forget to mention that my senior prom date wants to be my FB pal. She's married and has three kids. I told Maricel about this on Friday and she brought to my attention that I hadn't published the factoid about me going to the prom with a girl. That and other useless facts about me coming soon to a theater near you.
Saturday - After a crappy night of about 5 hours of sleep, I headed out the door at 7a.m. for what turned out to be a miserable 22-mile run. It was one of those runs that made me question why I do this to myself. I'm hoping that it was the lack of sleep that made this one suck so much. I wanted to quit half way through but was in Leesburg and had no choice but to schlep my achy feet back home. Bleh. I was pretty pooped when I got back home so I put my grand plans of getting things done around the house on hold. Steve and I checked out some local bike shops before heading to Outback for dinner. The wings, filet and scallop griller, dessert sampler and tall white ale knocked me out on the couch by 9:00. Yes - I do eat like lumberjack.
Sunday - Went out to Leesburg to run the hill at Thomas Mill. It's a short run, but a real butt kicker. After yesterday's disastrous run, it was nice to feel like I had actually done this running thing before. Tangoed with the vacuum, played hoops with the laundry, and went on a field trip to Trader Joe's. Spent the remainder of the afternoon sewing a crochet needle case with some leftover fabric from the tote.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Factoids #41-60
41. When I misplace things, I become obsessive and can’t stop looking for it until I find it. If I can’t find it, I think about it for weeks.
42. I was going to join the Navy if I couldn’t find a job six months out of college.
43. I think it’s ridiculous that teachers aren’t supposed to use red pens when they grade students’ assignments because it’s too traumatic on the kids. Suck it up: life is full of disappointments.
44. My hands have been wrinkly ever since I was a kid. My palms have more lines than that of the average person.
45. I’m not a big believer in God, but I believe in karma.
46. Every car I’ve owned has been a stick shift.
47. I once thought I was 5’ 3” and actually had it on my driver’s license. The next time I got my license renewed, the lady at the DMV said she didn’t think that was right and measured me.
48. My first pet was a black Labrador name Kelly. She was hit by a car behind our house and I thought she was just sleeping. I cried even though she terrorized me.
49. I used to tell people in bars who I didn’t want to talk to that my name was Anna Dela Cruz. It was a cue to my friends that I was ready to go.
50. I’ve never sung karaoke. I think the karaoke machine is the worst invention.
51. I don’t sing in the shower, but I do make up songs for stupid things when I’m at home.
52. I think that if a wedding engagement is broken off, the woman should return the engagement ring unless the groom-to-be cheated on her, emptied her bank account, or done something that could land him in jail.
53. I believe in capital punishment and think that prison just expands a criminal’s network.
54. I think that child molesters should be executed.
55. I saw the movie Dracula when I was 5. I slept with the covers up to my eyes for years.
56. My Dad tried teaching me how to swim by taking me out on a raft at the beach and then flipping it over when it was too deep for me to stand up. It didn’t work.
57. In high school, I was a band geek and in the National Honor Society but many of my friends were “stoners” from troubled homes. It didn’t hit me until recently that they probably hung out at my house because it was an escape from their situations.
58. I gained 20 lbs when we moved to MD from HI when I was in 8th grade. I hated it here.
59. I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. If you want to do something, do it. Why wait until January 1st?
60. I can sit on the beach for hours doing nothing and not get bored, but if I'm sitting in front of the TV I need something to do with my hands.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I did it
After much hemming and hawing, I finally set up a Facebook account. Right now, it’s a novelty. I check out people who supposedly went to high school with me and have one of two reactions: (1) Oh yeah… I wonder how they’re doing. Or (2) Who dat? What truly fascinates and frightens me is how much of your time this can consume. I could tell the world everything about me from my hobbies to my shoe size. I can answer random questions, play games, chat with a friend, or simply look for anyone whose name I can remember (that’s right, I’m talking about YOU). I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t mildly entertaining. It was interesting to see that one of my best friends through middle school, high school, and college had moved to NC. The last time I saw him was at his father’s funeral a few years ago. The head scratcher is that he hasn’t responded to my request to be his “friend.” And neither has my other friend of almost 25 years who was in my wedding party. Come to think of it, neither has my sister or cousins.
In the meantime, a certain someone who hardly ever spoke to me during the 4+ years we worked for the same company, asked me to be her “friend.” Serioiusly? Even if I accept your invitation you still probably wouldn’t talk to me unless I was a hood ornament on your car and even then you’d probably still only talk to me if I was obstructing your view.
Which brings me to my biggest gripe about the site. I absolutely hate that they’ve bastardized the word friend. Why couldn’t they use the word acquaintance, buddy, pal, or person who has acknowledged my existence at least once in this lifetime? Okay, that last one was kinda long, but you get my point.
To keep myself from getting sucked into this online vacuum, I’ve decided to set up some ground rules for myself.
In the meantime, a certain someone who hardly ever spoke to me during the 4+ years we worked for the same company, asked me to be her “friend.” Serioiusly? Even if I accept your invitation you still probably wouldn’t talk to me unless I was a hood ornament on your car and even then you’d probably still only talk to me if I was obstructing your view.
Which brings me to my biggest gripe about the site. I absolutely hate that they’ve bastardized the word friend. Why couldn’t they use the word acquaintance, buddy, pal, or person who has acknowledged my existence at least once in this lifetime? Okay, that last one was kinda long, but you get my point.
To keep myself from getting sucked into this online vacuum, I’ve decided to set up some ground rules for myself.
1. I will limit my time on the site to a max of 45 minutes a day M-F, and 60 minutes on the weekend. I know that doesn’t leave a lot of time to read/write on people’s walls and look at people’s albums, but so be it. If you have something really important to tell me, call, email, or IM.
2. I will not ask everyone whose name I can recall to be my friend just for the sake of having some arbitrarily large number of friends. Sure, I’ll accept requests to be someone’s pal (btw, I’m using that instead of “friend” from now on), but I’m not going to invite my entire graduating class to be my pal.
3. Related to number 2, I will not accept requests to be someone’s pal if I have no idea who they are. These people are called strangers and they’re going to stay that way.
4. I will not log onto the site from work.
5. I will continue to read the blogs that I visit frequently. I find blogs to be more personal whereas FB is like a billboard. I will continue to write in this blog. The Grasshut and Donkey came first and it’s going to stay that way. Yeah, I know I don’t post that often but that’s because you really don’t want to know all the random things that dart in and out of my oversized coconut. Trust me.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Superbowl Weekend Recap
Friday – Finally caught The DeVinci Code from the beginning. I’m guessing the book was better and was glad I didn’t pay money to see it at the theater.
Saturday – Decided to postpone my run until Sunday so I hit the gym. Ran a few errands then met up with Maricel at the Super JoAnn’s in Leesburg. Can you believe she has to pay an $8 toll in each direction to get to the Joann’s in NJ? Madness I tell you. Spent the rest of the day cutting fabric for a tote bag I’m making and planning my run through Ashburn since the W&OD was still pretty icy in some parts. Steve was tired from being in a swim clinic all day so we stayed in and had lobster ravioli for dinner. Crocheted a bit while he snored on the couch.
Sunday – Ran 18 miles through Arse-burn and Bored-lands. It was hillier than I expected and not having mile markers made it feel incredibly long since I had no way to gauge how far I’d gone (I obviously don’t have a GPS). Did some laundry, sewing, and started knitting a scarf while I watched Mamma Mia. I like ABBA, but the movie was awful. Horrible singing, plus the female characters were so girly that they annoyed me. An hour and a half of my life I’ll never get back but at least I spared Steve from this dreadful chick-flick. We went to a co-worker’s Superbowl party for a beer and Jell-o shooter. Some of the guys there had done Placid IM last year and were giving Steve tips about the course. If Steve had a tail, I think it would have been wagging with excitement while they were talking about the race. We finished watching Arizona lose to Pittsburg at Helen’s. I’m not a big football fan, but was hoping the underdog would win.
Saturday – Decided to postpone my run until Sunday so I hit the gym. Ran a few errands then met up with Maricel at the Super JoAnn’s in Leesburg. Can you believe she has to pay an $8 toll in each direction to get to the Joann’s in NJ? Madness I tell you. Spent the rest of the day cutting fabric for a tote bag I’m making and planning my run through Ashburn since the W&OD was still pretty icy in some parts. Steve was tired from being in a swim clinic all day so we stayed in and had lobster ravioli for dinner. Crocheted a bit while he snored on the couch.
Sunday – Ran 18 miles through Arse-burn and Bored-lands. It was hillier than I expected and not having mile markers made it feel incredibly long since I had no way to gauge how far I’d gone (I obviously don’t have a GPS). Did some laundry, sewing, and started knitting a scarf while I watched Mamma Mia. I like ABBA, but the movie was awful. Horrible singing, plus the female characters were so girly that they annoyed me. An hour and a half of my life I’ll never get back but at least I spared Steve from this dreadful chick-flick. We went to a co-worker’s Superbowl party for a beer and Jell-o shooter. Some of the guys there had done Placid IM last year and were giving Steve tips about the course. If Steve had a tail, I think it would have been wagging with excitement while they were talking about the race. We finished watching Arizona lose to Pittsburg at Helen’s. I’m not a big football fan, but was hoping the underdog would win.
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