She has so much to think about now that she is out of school. Like this for example:
Jessie: When you and Grant have kids...they are going to be hairy.
Heather: Thanks
pause
Jessie: If they have a unibrow are you going to pluck it?
Heather: What?
Jessie: Because if you don't, their Auntie Jessie will! I mean I will hold them down and do it if I have to.
Wow. To my future children, I am sorry for any tweezer trauma she may cause you.
3.17.2003
3.16.2003
The Psychology of My Coffee Mugs
I have noticed that I have this strange routine or pattern when choosing my coffee mug in the morning. It seems that there are distinct reasons for choosing a particular mug on a particular day. Take Thursdays and Fridays for example. I will usually opt for the big "Friends"-style mug on these days. I am assuming it is because of the anticipation for the show to air on Thursday. And on Friday, I am reminded of the large mugs that were popularized by the show nine years ago, which makes me reach for that style. I definitely have a "I am in no hurry, I am going to enjoy this coffee" mug. I also have a "Dammit, I am running late again, why do I insist on falling back asleep after the alarm goes off, now I hardly have time to drink this coffee!" mug. That mug is small, has a very nondescript shape, and doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It should come as no surprise that I avoid this mug at all costs.
Tea is a whole other story. I always drink tea out of the same, hand thrown, ceramic mug with hand-painted stars, dark blue moon and yellow sun. The best explaination I have for this choice is that I must equate drinking tea with celestial drawings and items that look like they belong at the Renaissance Faire.
The whole process is very strange. Granted, it is not foolproof, but I definitely have a system. I have a master's thesis on the subject in the works.
I have noticed that I have this strange routine or pattern when choosing my coffee mug in the morning. It seems that there are distinct reasons for choosing a particular mug on a particular day. Take Thursdays and Fridays for example. I will usually opt for the big "Friends"-style mug on these days. I am assuming it is because of the anticipation for the show to air on Thursday. And on Friday, I am reminded of the large mugs that were popularized by the show nine years ago, which makes me reach for that style. I definitely have a "I am in no hurry, I am going to enjoy this coffee" mug. I also have a "Dammit, I am running late again, why do I insist on falling back asleep after the alarm goes off, now I hardly have time to drink this coffee!" mug. That mug is small, has a very nondescript shape, and doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It should come as no surprise that I avoid this mug at all costs.
Tea is a whole other story. I always drink tea out of the same, hand thrown, ceramic mug with hand-painted stars, dark blue moon and yellow sun. The best explaination I have for this choice is that I must equate drinking tea with celestial drawings and items that look like they belong at the Renaissance Faire.
The whole process is very strange. Granted, it is not foolproof, but I definitely have a system. I have a master's thesis on the subject in the works.
3.10.2003
3.05.2003
I have never been a very good runner. I have never really been that good at any kind of athletic activity to be honest. I remember in Junior High, we had to run these things called "cross-countries." Almost everyone hated cross-country day. The PE teachers had these ridiculous expectations of us and we were given a grade for the number of cross-countries we could do in a class period. I think if you streched out the number of cross-countries you needed to run in order to get an "A" for that day into one straight line, you actually would have run across the country.
Post Junior High, I have made several febele attempts at running with little success. I have just never had the stamina or the drive to keep going. But then Brittaney gets me on this "excersize plan" that she developed. It is really not that hard. Work out for four days within the week, any days you choose, for 30 minutes. If you fail to work out four days in a week, you will receive a "mark." If you get two marks, two weeks in a row, you have to run a mile without stopping and buy dinner for the other person. Well I got two marks in a row and it came my time to run my mile, without stopping. I told Brittaney there was no way I could do it. To my surprise I did it and I think I discovered the trick for all you "I can't run" people out there. Once you reach the point while you are running of total agony, (you know the one, it feels like you are about to die) run a little bit further and your adreneline kicks in or something and the pain goes away. Sure, I feel numb from the chest down, but I can keep running!
But seriously, running really is about baby steps. Little by little my body is able to take me further and further. I don't wake up sore anymore, I sleep better, and I almost feel cleansed after a nice jog. And do you know where those baby steps took me tonight? Two miles, without stopping, on a tredmil! Granted, it was no marathon, but it sure as hell was two miles of one!
P.S. I never did buy Brittaney dinner.
Post Junior High, I have made several febele attempts at running with little success. I have just never had the stamina or the drive to keep going. But then Brittaney gets me on this "excersize plan" that she developed. It is really not that hard. Work out for four days within the week, any days you choose, for 30 minutes. If you fail to work out four days in a week, you will receive a "mark." If you get two marks, two weeks in a row, you have to run a mile without stopping and buy dinner for the other person. Well I got two marks in a row and it came my time to run my mile, without stopping. I told Brittaney there was no way I could do it. To my surprise I did it and I think I discovered the trick for all you "I can't run" people out there. Once you reach the point while you are running of total agony, (you know the one, it feels like you are about to die) run a little bit further and your adreneline kicks in or something and the pain goes away. Sure, I feel numb from the chest down, but I can keep running!
But seriously, running really is about baby steps. Little by little my body is able to take me further and further. I don't wake up sore anymore, I sleep better, and I almost feel cleansed after a nice jog. And do you know where those baby steps took me tonight? Two miles, without stopping, on a tredmil! Granted, it was no marathon, but it sure as hell was two miles of one!
P.S. I never did buy Brittaney dinner.
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