Archives for February 2009

100 Things – 56-64

I realized that it’s been a long time since I’ve added to my 100 Things list, so here goes.

56. I got tired of being blonde. Now I’m stripey. (And I think this picture is funny, because it looks like I’m slightly annoyed at having my picture taken, but I took the picture).

57. I love Reel Big Fish. I realize that listening to Reel Big Fish annoys everyone in my general vicinity, but they have a kick ass horn section and they curse a lot, and when you’ve had a bad day, it’s very satisfying to dance around like an idiot and sing along. Sadly, I realized in 2002, the last time I saw RBF live, that since I am not a 15 year old boy, it’s probably not okay for me to go to their concerts, even if they do have a kick ass horn section and Beer is the best song ever. Also, RBF reminds me of my best friend from high school, because, while he hates RBF, he looks an awful lot like the lead singer.

58. I have a potty mouth. I’ve gotten good about observing proper time and place rules over the years, but I do love a good obscenity. I particularly enjoy combining obscene words that don’t make any sense when you put them together. I don’t, however, drop f-bombs on my blog, because I know that cursing does offend some people, and I really don’t want to make people uncomfortable. (Side note: When Lady makes reference to someone “dropping an f-bomb,” she actually says the word and then bomb, which totally cracks me up, because it negates the whole purpose of the term f-bomb. I’ve never pointed this out to her, because I think it’s adorable and I don’t want her to stop doing it, although I think she reads my blog now . . . Hi Lady!) I, personally, subscribe to the Kevin Smith theory of cursing (which I think may be a paraphrasing of a George Carlin sentiment), which is that there are “no bad words, only bad intentions,” the exception being, of course, that carabiner is an awful word.

59. I fell asleep at 9:30 last night and woke up at 1AM, wide awake. This explains the rambling.

60. I ramble when I’m tired.

61. Our microwave blew up on Friday, so we ordered a new one and it came yesterday, and it has convection cooking capabilities, and I was really excited about it until I saw how big the manual is.

62. I love SciFi. This completely shocks me, because I never liked Stars Trek or Wars. But last year when I had the sniffles, I binge read all of Kevin Smith’s blog (there was more on the blog before he turned it into a book), and he kept writing about Battlestar Galactica and how his wife really liked it because there were strong female characters. Then, Noelle wrote about B-star on her blog, and I believe NPW made mention of it as well. So I decided to give it a try, and I love it ever so much. Then I moved on to Dr. Who, which is absurdly awesome. I also enjoy Futurama, Torchwood, Fringe, and Heroes, and we just Netflixed Firefly. I kind of feel like I was missing out all these years. Although, I do think my enjoyment of SciFi now (and my original distaste for it) has to do with the evolution of character in the genre over the years. Starbuck has a much deeper, complex range of emotions than Han Solo does. And the relationship between The Doctor and Rose/Martha/Donna will break your heart.

63. I’ve been binge reading books lately. Dog treadmill time encourages this.

64. I got excited yesterday, while reading Bookends by Jane Green, because (in addition to being a great book) there’s a Dr. Who reference in it. She refers to someone’s home as a Tardis (meaning it looks small from the outside, but is actually roomy inside).

65. I am quite comfortable with my nerdiness.

Backpacking My Way Through Stars Hollow

I haven’t been graceful about accepting winter this year. Back in late October/early November, I started feeling this panic about dark, grey days, temperatures that I believe would convince sane people that this area of the country is not inhabitable, and the wonder that is lake effect snow. I felt the weight of impending cabin fever so heavily, that we broke down and bought a treadmill. It was the best damn purchase ever.

We trained the dogs how to use the treadmill, and when it’s too cold out, or the roads are too messy, they get their morning walk indoors (while I happily read and drink coffee, sitting on our big blue exercise ball next to the treadmill, cheering “good job” every five minutes or so). And I have discovered the extreme awesomeness of having a treadmill in the privacy of my own home.

I can walk barefoot. I don’t have to worry about having a cute, (or at least presentable) workout outfit. I can exercise with crazy I-just-woke-up hair. And, I can backpack.

I’ve been walking on the “mountain climber” program setting, carrying a 15 pound pack. I’m working my way through the seasons of Gilmore Girls (except I’m going to skip the last one, because everyone knows it started sucking when they ditched the original writers). And I look forward to that 45 minutes every day more than I’ve ever looked forward to any workout.

I’m planning to add a few more cans of beans to my backpack to get up to 20 pounds this week, with an overall goal of being comfortable hauling 30 pounds. And when backpacking season starts up, look out. It’s one thing to be in shape, and it’s another thing to be in backpacking shape. It’s great to run all winter, but then you put on a pack and you’re using different muscles and your stride is different, and muscles you forgot you had start telling you to f-off. I might not have a lot of time to go backpacking this year, but when I do go, I’ll be able to make the most of it. No re-acclimating to my pack. No sore ankles. No feeling like I’m going to fall over backward the first time we hit a big hill.

I know some hardcore backpackers hit the gym treadmill with their packs, but I’m really not comfortable working the crazy out in public. I prefer to maintain the crazy in the privacy of my own home. And then blog about it.

Why Can’t You Pee Like A Normal Dog?

The Stella Urinary Saga continues. She’s gotten a little better, but still, it’s a struggle to get her to pee. It’s like she needs the right combination of mood lighting and shrubs, and the earth has to be rotating exactly right before she can squat.

But I learned last night that all of this can be ignored if Stella has a pee buddy. After dinner, I took her out. She immediately ran over to a stick, started chewing on it and plopped down in the grass. I crouched down to call her over to me to distract her from the stick and hopefully get her back to business. She came over, squatted right next to me, and started peeing. It was very strange, squatting there with my peeing dog. I stifled a giggle and tried my hardest not to move, so I wouldn’t disturb her ever so sacred pee time. When she was done, I piled on the praise and started to run inside with her. She ran back to sniff at the spot where I had crouched down. Apparently, she thought I’d been peeing in the yard. I hope the neighbors didn’t think so too.