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Flew to California with my sister & met up with a bunch of friends who'd flown from New Hampshire and New Mexico, to see the Price is Right a couple years ago (to bid adieu to Ol' Bobby Barker). While we were there, we went a Tonight Show taping. I started to get the feeling, while we were in California, that all show tapings involve audience Q & A sessions in commercial breaks -- which is awesome. There were (as made apparent by the photograph) six of us at the Tonight Show, but despite our enthusiasm, we didn't get called on to ask him a question (although I had no idea what to ask had I been called on ... maybe something about chin implants?). And of course we were kind of hoping to get some sort of interaction with him. And we really didn't want to go home disappointed. But as he did his sign-off, it became disappointingly clear we weren't going to get an opportunity to shake hands, high five, or make silly comments about his chin being much larger in pe...

I haven't done a single thing today other than shower, sit with L&B outside for the five minutes it was actually sunny, and grill some hamburgers for me and Susan. I don't mind it this way. I really don't. It's been pretty damn nice actually not having anything to do. But I want to talk about Thursday. I got on some kind of thrilling energy swing on Thursday. I did 100 wall push-ups and 20 crunches AT WORK. After work, I took the dogs for a 15 minute brisk walk around the neighborhood, then went for a four mile bike ride before running my errands. And then! After my errands I went the gym to sweat out in the sauna and do ten power laps in the pool. I've never felt so powerful.

I love this so much I have to RT (retweet for those who do not tweet), but if I do, it's goes over the max 140 characters. So I'm putting it here. "The nod...when I"m out cycling and someone goes past it's like "hey, we're doing awesome things let's be friends for a second" This RT comes from a blog called 1000 Awesome Things . It's pretty neat really. And I only discovered it because I read this guy: Rob Anderson , who's latest blog is called 100 Awful Things (yes, an intentional opposition to the 1000 Awesome Things). I'm going to make my own lists (of both) some day -- probably the same day I do this: Sorry Samsmama , eventually I'll get around to it. I promise. Pinky swear even. Anyway, enough of the back story. Here's why I love this one-liner from 1000 Awesome Things. Yesterday I was riding my bike (I'm writing more about yesterday after I finish this blog) and as neared the railroad tracks that I mentally mark as m...

Every single day at work I get beckoned to someone else's desk to type their thoughts out into an email or a letter or some kind of contract. It doesn't really bother me because I actually really love typing. Yesterday a friend of mine and I were having a conversation via YahooIM (yeah, I use that) and she made some comment about how quick I am to respond to her with entire paragraphs of conversation... haha. woopsie. Then this morning my boss had me sit at his computer and type a letter he was dictating to me. I was typing faster than he was thinking. And that kind of makes me chuckle. Anyway, curiosity got the best of the entire office apparently because when I turned around, the whole staff was watching me type his letter (the whole staff, mind you, is like four people). They caved and someone finally asked about how many minutes I thought I typed per minute and I had absolutely no clue. But I'm a google-fiend and immediately found a free wpm test online. Here's my f...

This will probably always be my favorite SNL skit. I have such great respect for Natalie Portman. She's such a great sport. (this is inspired by LOTD 's recent post of Natalie on Between Two Ferns.) "No more questions."

Went to Tampa to pick up a Maid of Honor dress on Saturday. This is the dress (but mine is black): xr.com/czn I've lost twenty pounds since I ordered the dress, although I'm still not convinced that's noticeable. For the most part, all my old clothes still fit. I'll get into this later. I had convinced myself that the 20 pounds would make no difference with this dress. And then I put it on. As I walked out of the fitting room, Traci's mom looked at me and said "you'll definitely need alterations," as she pinched an inch of fabric together on either side of my torso. She said the next size down, however, would probably be too small in the bust. I got redressed and then went to the alterations fitting room with Traci to get her into her wedding dress. Once she was in her dress, I thought about that smaller size a little more. The way David's Bridal (DB) is set up, they typically have various collection of sizes in the store, but they may not have...

as a form of supplementary income: Imaginary Girlfriends .

My good friend Melissa sent me a care package from California. UPS takes forever, but it finally arrived yesterday. It's all stuff from Trader Joe's because the closest one to me is in Atlanta. Uhm... get to Florida, please? So the box she sent has all sorts of cool food stuff in it: Stevia extract packets (which I've been curious to try) dried blueberries dry roasted sliced almonds sweetened ginger chips mixed wild mushroom medley dried passion fruit candy bar No-Pudge Fudge brownie mix (!!!!) green tea mints AND... almost all of Hungry Girl in CD format!

I read a site called Texts From Last Night . If you don't, you're truly missing out. But I found this one while I was going pages and pages back in the archives. I died laughing. (731): I just ate 10 fun sized 3 musakteers.. I'm pretty sure I'm about to start my period. (601): Talk to you next week

Because I don't have any other photos of us on my laptop, here's a screen shot of a picture of Susan, Ryan, and myself after a dinner at 'Your Neighborhood Applebee's.'  Ryan and I met a few years ago through a college newspaper class. He was responsible for updating the newspaper's website; but aside from that, was not part of the course. I was a new student, and objected to the seemingly blase attitude our teacher had toward Ryan's absences, despite his strict attendance policy for the rest of the students.  It wasn't until I cornered Ryan, still virtual strangers, and asked what his "deal" was that I actually learned he wasn't really a student in the class. That explained the teacher's indifference. And Ryan earned the new nickname, "Phantom" for the simple fact that no one ever witnessed his presence, but there were always signs that he had recently been present.  That was several years ago, and since then we've contin...

1. Today Travis, Heidi, and Susan are coming over to the house to have cheeseburgers off the grill and play some board games. We like wholesome fun like that. 2. My boss is going to a meeting tonight to officially approve reimbursing me the $350 for the web programming class. If you've been following awhile, you know what that means. That means I've launched the new site for the labor union and am finally the webmaster here. When I created the site, I thought it was awesome, but the more I look at it now, the more I think I could have done more. But consider it just launched at the beginning of the month, it's probably best to not refurb it so soon. =] Here it is if you want to take a look: www.ibew222.org . 3. I am 100 % satisfied, and quite pleasantly surprised with the new design of my blog. It's way cooler than anything else I've used or had or made. =] I'm hoping some time soon I'll have something legitimately worth your while to say. But for now, I...

I am still so unhappy with the format of my blog. My bff, Patrick, has a tumblr and I love the way it works. I love it a lot actually. So today I'm attempting to put my finger on the specific things I love about it and recreate them for my blog here. I just don't want to move again. UGH. So don't be surprised if you stop by some time soon and things look different ... again.

I have a confession to make to my spark buddy, Melissa: I did not go for a run last night. I'm terrible, I know. Here's what else I know: 1. I have never made such great progress in getting into shape as I did when I was jogging regularly. 2. My knee starts to stay in a constant state of noticeable discomfort after I've jogged for over a week. 3. I miss the liberating feeling of running. 4. I miss the empowerment of cross-training (biking, swimming, running) So I've been perusing the intarwebz for motivational media this morning. And while I hate Nike for their shoddy work ethic, jacked up prices, and apparently tiny clothes, I love them for their motivational material. I just have yet to find any media more inspiring to me than the following advertisements. And ... "I am addicted. I've collected footsteps before dawn. Seen places I never knew existed. Run to the moon and back. Been a rabbit for the neighborhood dogs. Obeyed the voice in my head. Let music carr...

It's only Tuesday and here's how my week is tentatively looking: Monday: work. karaoke. Tuesday: work. make more invitations. and a congratulations card. fish tank cleaning spree. bike ride. Applebees. Wednesday: work. bike ride. Traci's house to organize wedding stuff. sleep. Thursday: work. Travis and Heidi come over for dinner. Grey's Anatomy season finale. Friday: work. Then absolutely nothing, I hope. Saturday: Tampa to get my MOH dress and see Traci try on her dress. Potential BBQ late. Sunday: Busch Gardens. Monday: work. karaoke. sleep.

So whatever. I'm starting something new. I need to feel inspired. I've been spending a lot of time looking at my own myspace profile lately. I'm trying to decide if I should keep it. This morning I realized this staggering factoid: I have 99 pages of photographs within my Myspace account. Ninety-nine pages of 20 photos each. Holy Hell. For that fact alone, I can't just get rid of my Myspace account. At the same time, I'm such a nomadic networker; I have accounts with all of these sites: xanga (yeah yeah, I know.) livejournal myspace facebook blogger (obviously) twitter interpals postcrossing sparkpeople The first two are the only two that I don't currently log into regularly. So I decided I'll do a neat little memory exercise and share stories with you lovely readers at the same time. Here goes RPT #1: This is Susan, my older sister. We spent last Christmas at the beach and it was beautiful. I think it was our best Christmas experience yet and I hope we mak...

And how fitting, really. Let's make a list .... because really, who doesn't love lists? 1. first of all, it's been a hella long week. (last week) 2. I had dinner with a few friends Thursday night. Travis made lasagna. It was a simple evening hanging out, tucked under the coffee table watching dirty jobs from behind a heaping plate of mouth-watery goodness. And honestly, I couldn't have asked for more. 3. My sister's neighbor, Johnnie, really wants to see a beach, have a BBQ, and ride roller coasters before he leaves Gainesville for good. (he's a grad student from Denmark). We're working on figuring out the logistics of these things. He leaves at the end of the month, so we're going to have a busy May. 4. Tonight I'm going to karaoke with Susan and Johnnie. He promised he'd sing. I'm eager to witness that. 5. There's a shuttle launch about to happen here and from my office -- one of the perks of living in central Florida -- you can see it ...

I don't repost many of Cary 's posts because it's generally hard for me to decide which ones are my favorites. However , this particular video made me laugh so hard I was crying and couldn't breath at work. The tubby little bastard really has a penchant for boxes apparently. I want a cat this fat. The Return of Box Cat - watch more funny videos

Ay, ay, ay-ay! Cinco De Mustache. The kids that are hip, they grow hair on their lip. They throw out their razors, they don't give a shit. It's grows, and grows, and grows. So let your mustache show. I'm serving up tacos at my house tonight. mmm.

Karolyn posted this after she and Russ' wedding. Probably the single decent picture of me that exists from that night. I never know how to just take a nice, classy picture. I'm the one without the tie on.