Pretty sure there were cops doing a stake out during my morning hill sprints. Wonder what they thought of me running back and forth across the "half pipe" hills. They did make me feel safer running passes by those evil giant poodles. I swear I've never met a meaner dog than giant poodles. They're almost as scary as the geese/ducks/waterfowl that hiss at me while running at ConAgra or on the Keystone Trail. Notice I found myself more concerned with poodles and ducks/geese/waterfowl than I did with the fact that the neighborhood I run in every week has cops doing stake outs in it.
I so rarely make movie references, it's very sad to me that people are starting to not get my Other Sister references. First my dentist looked at me like I was crazy when I said "up and down and not across" the other day and then this happened: Me describing my dad's side of the family: "All of my girl cousins are tall, thin and beautiful. I am short, average and, in my opinion, mildly entertaining." Friend: "That's really harsh." Me: "No, if I were describing it the harsh way I'd say in my dad's family, it's like I'm Carla Tate, you know, The Other Sister." Friend: "Who's that?"I proceeded to do all of my best Carla Tates including Olive Juice. Nothing.
Later, my friend Heather and I admired a hot guy at the gym. Heather: "Wow. So what's his status?" Me: "Yeah, wow. I've worked here a year and a half. Had a crush on him a year and a half. In that time he's fallen in love, gotten engaged, gotten married." I pause. She nods. Heather: "He's good looking." Me: "And really nice. In case you're wondering, by the way, I've been single for a year and a half. That's all the longer it took someone else to fall in love, plan a wedding and execute."
1. Christmas lights are already strung and plugged in downtown. This annoys me. 2. My thumbs are so incredibly sore from the 2 med ball workouts my classes did yesterday. Better stop that nonsense before I get man hands. Of all the dumb things to be sore on your body--thumbs.
Lastly, I think everyone knows my obsession with Mexican food. While discussing with some dude how if I didn't have the lake to visit in Norfolk the Mexican food would still be reason to go home (other than my dad). Dude says: "I'd take Qdoba over the drive." Me: "Qdoba's OK, but it doesn't even compare real Mexican." Dude responds with: "That's probably why I like it so much. But real Mexican refried beans and chinchillas are amazing." Chinchillas. I don't know anyone who eats chinchillas and I lived in Peru for a while where they eat guinea pigs. Please know I did not try guinea pig, and I don't think these cuties would be very tasty either:
I so rarely make movie references, it's very sad to me that people are starting to not get my Other Sister references. First my dentist looked at me like I was crazy when I said "up and down and not across" the other day and then this happened: Me describing my dad's side of the family: "All of my girl cousins are tall, thin and beautiful. I am short, average and, in my opinion, mildly entertaining." Friend: "That's really harsh." Me: "No, if I were describing it the harsh way I'd say in my dad's family, it's like I'm Carla Tate, you know, The Other Sister." Friend: "Who's that?"I proceeded to do all of my best Carla Tates including Olive Juice. Nothing.
Later, my friend Heather and I admired a hot guy at the gym. Heather: "Wow. So what's his status?" Me: "Yeah, wow. I've worked here a year and a half. Had a crush on him a year and a half. In that time he's fallen in love, gotten engaged, gotten married." I pause. She nods. Heather: "He's good looking." Me: "And really nice. In case you're wondering, by the way, I've been single for a year and a half. That's all the longer it took someone else to fall in love, plan a wedding and execute."
1. Christmas lights are already strung and plugged in downtown. This annoys me. 2. My thumbs are so incredibly sore from the 2 med ball workouts my classes did yesterday. Better stop that nonsense before I get man hands. Of all the dumb things to be sore on your body--thumbs.
Lastly, I think everyone knows my obsession with Mexican food. While discussing with some dude how if I didn't have the lake to visit in Norfolk the Mexican food would still be reason to go home (other than my dad). Dude says: "I'd take Qdoba over the drive." Me: "Qdoba's OK, but it doesn't even compare real Mexican." Dude responds with: "That's probably why I like it so much. But real Mexican refried beans and chinchillas are amazing." Chinchillas. I don't know anyone who eats chinchillas and I lived in Peru for a while where they eat guinea pigs. Please know I did not try guinea pig, and I don't think these cuties would be very tasty either:
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