September 2010
12 posts
Anonymous asked: Why do you think you're fucked? You're stronger than you realize. Better yet, you can breathe through both nostrils, have two working ankles, and have trained consistently and dutifully. You're set.
Just work on that attitude, love.
-NY Pen Pals Anonymous
Just work on that attitude, love.
-NY Pen Pals Anonymous
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Room
I’m supposed to write a post for the From Left to Write book club about Room by Emma Donoghue and how it relates to my life. A personal anecdote or something along those lines; no book reviews please.
The thing is, Room is about a young mother and her son confined to one room. Some psychopath has them held hostage: the little boy was born there and knows no other reality; the mother has...
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Failing My Boys
My beloved Fins kicked off against the Jets about an hour ago. At precisely the same time that our flight home from Boulder began boarding. I’m currently at 30,000 feet. And missing the entire game. Again. Am I ever going to get a football Sunday this season? Go Dolphins!
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Feels Like a Lifetime Ago
I’ve been so batshit crazy lately that I haven’t had a chance to tell you about Denver. We went for Labor Day weekend, that last millisecond of freedom that was entirely too short and not properly savored because I didn’t know it was my last. The boy (aka he that wishes not to be named) went to the University of Colorado at Boulder. Colorado and Colorado State were playing the season opener;...
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Marathon Countdown: 37 days
In other news, I’m fucked.
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Marathon Update
You know what’s hard? Training for a marathon. You know what’s near impossible? Training for a marathon while working full time. Holy shit.
For starters, I’m just now getting a handle on the whole structured lifestyle thing. This little readjustment of mine to alarm clocks and commuting blows. I get home and I’m so wiped out I don’t want to make dinner, let alone eat. Rationalizing...
You Call That a Weekend?
This whole two days to reclaim one’s sanity is bullshit. Two days? Talk about short-changing. I need about two months. Saturday was spent sleeping in, realizing I had only a fraction of the time required to do all the errands, shopping, and college football watching I had planned, freaking out at said realization, getting one measly errand done, and still managing to be late to my boss’s...
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Gas Is Free, Right?
So I bought a car. I know. I KNOW. I have a job for three days and I run out and buy a car. I hear you. Trust me, I’m far less thrilled about this than you are.
My entire weekend was consumed by dealerships and test drives and learning to say things like “sweet spot” when talking to salesmen. And then later negotiating with a smile and a pleasant tone and my mind screaming “ARE...
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Life Lesson #487
Don’t have flowers delivered to a boy’s office. In fact, let’s go ahead and file that under things I don’t understand and am definitely not going to talk about.
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Rude Awakening
I had an interview last week. They said they’d let me know this week. Tuesday morning I didn’t hear anything, nor was I expecting to. Who does anything the first day back after a holiday weekend? Before I knew it 3:30 rolled around and my phone was ringing. They wanted me to start immediately. As in, the next day. At 9am. And I had ninety minutes to negotiate and accept. Sweet...
And On That Note
In case it wasn’t made clear, I am in the market for a car. Preferably a 2011 Aston Martin in dark sapphire with leather racing seats and a butler who goes by the name Jeeves. Send the bill to Pops. No, really.
If anyone knows of a lovingly pre-owned car with low mileage and a lower asking price, send them my way. Pretty please.
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Four-Letter Friend-Getters
I tell you what. This whole bumper-to-bumper for upwards of an hour each way every goddamn day is doing a number on my vocabulary. Four-letter friend-getters? Child’s play. Everything is better in polysyllabic form. I’ve got colorful language to suit every grammatical need under the sun: nouns, verbs, adjectives – you name it. My fifth grade grammar teacher would be beaming with pride. ...
