Just because weather.gov says it's not going to storm until 8 PM, when I'm supposed to be safe at home, it may start storming at 7 PM, when I'm still on my run and have to take shelter on a porch of the historical general store.

And related to that...

Dear Good Samaritan Family,

I will probably never see you again, but you are all wonderful. Thank you so much for the ride back to my car. I truly appreciate not having to sprint the 2 miles in the pouring rain, lightning, and thunder.

Very, very thankfully,

Me

(Yes, I got in a car with complete strangers, completely going against everything I was taught as a child. Shut up.)

Um, oops?

Feb. 20th, 2011 08:24 pm
I need to remember to have the second glass of wine on Sunday night after I put the last load of laundry in. Apparently, if I don't, I forget to press the start button until I walk by 15 minutes later and wonder why the washer is silent. *facepalm*

ETA: I can't do laundry correctly, but I can do proper html tagging to italicize something. There's something wrong with that...
No more Laffy Taffy just before a run, even if it is only 5 miles. Ugh.

Ironically, as I'm posting this, I'm again eating Laffy Taffy, but since I'm done with my run, I figure it's safe.
A conversation from work yesterday. A group of us (5 girls and 1 guy) were discussing whether or not we liked bananas.

Female Coworker 1: I only like bananas when they're ha- *stops talking and turns red*
*Inappropriate giggling by all of us*
Female Coworker 2: What's the difference between bananas and plantains?
Male Coworker: Plantains are much bigger. *holds hands a foot apart* They're more like this big.
*More inappropriate giggling by all of us*
Female Coworker 3: Also, plantains are harder to peel. You really have to work at them to get them to cooperate.
*Meeting adjourns in favor of falling to the floor laughing*
Me to coworkers: Oh, I can do it on my knees, easy.
WTF was that?! I wasn't expecting to win, but it should have at least been close! Plus, I have to go into work on Monday and deal with being surrounded by 300 smug Ohio State fans. I'm going back to baseball now.

Thanks muchly,

A heartbroken Boilermaker

Ummm...

Sep. 25th, 2010 03:18 am
Spoilers for Supernatural 6.01 )
First of all, to preface, I don't like basketball. I think it's boring. Second, I'm a cynical fan. Any hope I had for Cleveland sports disappeared when the ball rolled between Tony Fernandez's legs in Game 7 of the 1997 World Series. And still, with all of that, when I heard LeBron James say, "South Beach," and, "Miami Heat," last night, my heart broke a little. :( It's really kind of sad.

*facepalm*

May. 10th, 2010 11:35 pm
A coworker and I were talking about our experiences singing and in choirs today at work, and we brought up singing solos. He mentioned that he'd never been confident enough to sing a solo, and the following conversation occurred.

Me: I did a soloist at my high school Baccalaureate mass.
Coworker: OK.
Me: Did I just say that I did a soloist?
Coworker: Yep.
Me: I meant solo! I did a solo! Why didn't you say anything?
Coworker: I was going along with it. I thought, "Wasn't expecting that to come up."
Me: ...Is this when I go, "That's what she said?"

Should I be disturbed that I apparently can say I did a soloist at a Baccalaureate mass, and my coworker won't even blink?
I'm part of a committee at work this month to revamp our awards program, and the part of it we're doing the most work on is known as BSG. Every time I hear someone reference it or see it typed, my mind goes to Battlestar Galactica. Every. Single. Time. My mind wandered off twice in the meeting today because I had to remember that we weren't talking about a TV show. The really sad part? I'm not even in that fandom! I lurk in a couple other fandoms that have a number of cross-over fans, so I've seen it referenced but I've never even watched an episode of the show.
My health insurance provider thinks that I'm a guy. I brought a new prescription to Giant Eagle today to get it filled while I shopped, and it was basically something only a girl would have filled. When I went to pick it up, the pharmacist said that I needed to call my insurance company because they tried to refuse coverage due to me being listed in their system as male. The pharmacist was able to get a one-time override, but I have to call the insurance company to make sure it's changed in their system.

I'm kind of curious how long it's been in their system like that. I've had this insurance for over a year, but I've only been off this kind of prescription for 6 months. Shouldn't the insurance company notice that they covered this for about 7 months last year? Did they think I magically changed genders at any point during the last 6 months? Of course, this is the same insurance that is currently requiring me to meet a $300 deductible before they start covering any blood work. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by anything they do anymore.
Back in November, I decided to run a 5-mile Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving. I'd never run a 5-mile race before, so I took my shorter distance times and decided my goal was going to be finishing in under 55 minutes. Then I ran a 5-mail training run in 54 minutes flat. I had to completely redo my goal for race day. (Goal: 50 minutes. Finished in 49:47.)

Now I'm training for the Cleveland Half Marathon in May. Never run a half marathon before, so based on my training runs so far, I figured I was going to aim for finishing under 2:30. Then yesterday I ran slightly more than 13 miles in 2:28:30. *facepalm* Now I have to revise my goals again. This could start to get tedious.
Went to the mall yesterda for my family's gifts, and I ended up spending way more money than I intended, mostly on myself. I got 4 pairs of pants, a skirt, 2 camisoles, a sweater, 2 every day bras, 1 sports bra, and a Camelbak water bottle. All for myself. At least everything was on sale except the sports bra and water bottle, both of which I definitely needed. And I got to the mall early and got out by noon, so it wasn't nearly as crowded as it could have been. Now for the strange parts.

Story the first: The 4 pairs of pants came from New York & Co, all on sale, and each a different size. Now, 1 pair was a pair of athletic pants so it was the small/medium/large sizing, not regular sizing. But the other 3? One pair was 8 regular, one pair was 10 regular, and 1 pair was 12 petite. All 3 pairs fit perfectly. So bizarre. My mom brought up the fact that they're 3 different styles, but they're still all from the same store. I go into Express, Banana Republic, or J Crew, and I know that I need 10 petite. Doesn't matter what style the pants are, I'm going to be wearing 10 petite. Needing that many different sizes is just frustrating. Bright side, I'm thrilled that I get to say I fit into a size 8. :D

Related to that story, my apologies to the fitting room attendant that I sent all over the store to get multiple sizes in multiple pairs of pants. Totally didn't mean to have you running around like crazy. Blame your quality control people.

Story the second: I was in Limited, and everything in the store was 40% off, but I had to double-check that it included the sale merchandise. Now, I was wearing my glasses instead of my contacts, but other than that I was just in jeans and a t-shirt. The sales girl asked if I was a student or a teacher, and I said no. She paused and went, "Oh. Really?" She sounded so shocked that I said no. Apparently my glasses make me look really studious? Usually I have to at least be wearing a Purdue shirt to get a student comment. Or that one time last year where I was wearing a shirt from my high school and apparently got mistaken for a high school student, but that's a different story.

Ugh.

Oct. 28th, 2009 09:12 am
I got a flu shot freshman year of college, and I got a couple when I was in high school. Every time I got the flu shot, I got the flu, so I stopped getting the shots for 7 years. This year, my mom talks me into getting the flu shot because my job offered it for free, and we have the whole swine flu thing going on. So I get the flu shot. Now? I have the flu. I'm never getting a flu shot again.
About a month ago, I open one of the many House of Blues concert schedule e-mails I get, and on the e-mail, it says, "October 22: Eric Church and Christian Kane." I nearly fall off the couch while asking, "How did I not know about this?" I immediately text my brother to ask that he go with me and bought 2 tickets. And here's my recap of tonight so it is forever saved. :)

I got there early since I got the standing room only seats, and I'm all of 5'3". (Next time I'm totally springing for the reserved seats. I cannot deal with that many people standing that close to me for long periods of time.) Met my brother down there since he had class nearby until about 7:30 and the concert started at 8. We were waiting for the concert to start and watching the stage, since there was nothing else going on, and we saw someone come out onto the stage, make a couple stops, and walk off. I say they must be getting ready to start, and my brother (who's not really all that familiar with Kane) sounds all confused as he says, "The guy walked out and put a beer at each microphone." I was like, "Yep, they're definitely getting ready to start." :)

Now, the entire past month I've been waiting for this concert, all the information was from either House of Blues or Christian Kane's e-mail list. Nothing on the Steve Carlson front, so I'm happy that I'll at least get to see Christian Kane. The band comes out, and I can see Christian Kane and most of the stage to the right of him. Halfway through House Rules, the crowd shifts just so, and I nearly keel over because there's Steve Carlson with Christian Kane. I kept trying to get a picture of the two of them near each other on stage, but people in front of me kept moving and blocking the shot. I got this one:

http://picasaweb.google.com/CelticAngel13/Kane#5395644416456349314

which is really nice. This one:

http://picasaweb.google.com/CelticAngel13/Kane#5395644937333074578

is a perfect example of someone moving their head into my nice picture.

The music was incredible, and I loved it. They played Different Kind of Knight and Rattlesnake Smile, which may be my 2 favorite Kane songs, so I was thrilled. I think my brother liked it too, minus the sloshed idiots we were standing near.

After the set, I was kind of wandering around needing fresh air, but also looking for the band. I bought a shirt before the show, and the guy who sold it to me said that they'd be greeting fans between their set and Eric Church's set. (Which turned out to be a full 45-minute break, but that's a separate issue.) I'm walking around, getting fresh air when I can, and sort of looking to see where the band might be when I turn around and Steve Carlson is standing Right. There. Not more than 10 feet away. I mosey on over, and they're taking photos with fans, as promised, and Christian's available first. He pulls me over to him for picture:

http://picasaweb.google.com/CelticAngel13/Kane#5395645262911727042

And the brief conversation with him.

Christian: How are you doing, sweetie?
Me: *possibly squeaking in delight* I'm great! Thanks so much for coming to Cleveland!

Then it was over, and I was left it awe at how amazingly hot he is in person. Next came Steve:

http://picasaweb.google.com/CelticAngel13/Kane#5395645280461820994

My brother stayed where we stood for the concert while I was doing this, so a fellow fan took the picture and said that Steve looked demonic.

Me: *pulls up the picture on the camera* No, you look good.
Steve: I look hot. You do too. *squeezes my waist*
Me: *dies*

I may have managed a "Thank you" in there but I'm not sure. Probably not. Again, blown away by the hotness in person.

Also, as I was waiting for a picture with him, the fellow fan who was taking my pictures reached over to pull up the sleeves of Steve's shirt to see his tattoos. Yet again, totally hot, so thank you, fellow fan whose name I never got. And Steve made a comment about how he'd lost weight and how the shirt he was wearing was too big, which completely explained why my first thought at seeing him up close was, "He's skinnier than I thought."

Um, I think that's everything. Eric Church's part of the concert was pretty fun, except for the drunk people behind us who kept falling into us, and the couple to my right who made out the entire time. I only knew 1 song of his, so I might have to listen to his latest CD because I enjoyed the songs tonight.

In conclusion, Christian Kane & Steve Carlson? Way hotter in person. They totally need to come back to Cleveland soon. Either that or I may have to move to a city that they're more likely to tour in.
Dear Lovely Wal-Mart Cashier,

Yes, running into Wal-Mart for something on my way home after my workout was probably not the best timing. It is completely unnecessary, however, to start ringing out the next customer in line before you've finished with me. Perhaps next time you could at least wait until my receipt finishes printing and I sign the credit card slip. Just a suggestion.

No Love,

Me


Unrelated to that, when I type in "steak" to the Food Network website to try to find a recipe since I'm sorely lacking a grill, why is one of the Health options "vegetarian"? Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this picture?
OK, so, ever since this concert last year, I've had this thing for guys in a vest & a hat. Although, sometimes they don't need the hat, just the vest. I went to the Sugarland/Keith Urban concert this past Friday, and what does Kristian Bush walk out wearing? A vest & a hat. I nearly keeled over. Like Keith Urban and his gorgeous hair and fabulous accent and incredible guitar-playing, along with Jennifer Nettles and that voice, aren't enough.

Related to that:

Dear Crazy Fans,

Yes, Keith Urban was walking down the aisles of the Q to get to an auxiliary stage. This does not give you carte blanche to reach out and touch him however you want. He was definitely getting jostled as everyone reached out to touch him or his hair, which, ew. He started sweating 10 minutes into the concert. By halfway through, his hair was plastered to his head from the sweat.

No love.

A fan who felt totally bad for Keith Urban
Coworker: I can understand why someone would root for the Cubs. They have a very long and rich tradition.
Me: Of losing.
You suck. I planned to spend the second half of my morning (and probably the first part of the afternoon) watching Johnny Depp and Christian Bale shoot at each other for 2 and a half hours while looking smoking hot. My idea of a great start to a day off work. Instead, I end up driving to 2 different theaters, halfway across town from each other, because Cinemark.com's movie times don't match up with when the movies are actually playing. I finally gave up at 1 PM because I had other stuff to do today rather than driving all over town trying to find a movie I'd been looking forward to for the past 3 days. In conclusion, fuck you, Cinemark, for ruining the last day of my long weekend. Next time I was to see a movie, I'll go to Regal or AMC.

No love,

Me

On the bright side, I guess I saved the money I was going to spend on the tickets and ridiculously overpriced candy and pop. Unfortunately, thanks to my rather hectic schedule, what with needing to find an apartment by the end of August, now I probably won't be able to see the movie until it comes out on video. Stupid Cinemark.
Like mother, like daughter.

Coworker: Did you hear Michael Jackson died?

Me: Seriously? Wow, there goes the comeback tour.


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