Monday, July 28, 2008

Catching Up

I've been slacking with my posts, so if you haven't noticed, I've just added a ridiculous amount of entries. They're all random as crap and have little to do with one another, but that's basically how my life goes. A friend has recently told me that the only thing consistant about my blog is randomness, but I'm okay with that.


I'm still waiting on some picture uploads from friends before I can post some really outdated blogs.


Sunday, July 27, 2008

Lessons Learned from Running

I am quickly approaching the year anniversary of getting off my lazy ass and doing something for myself...running. Over the past 11 months, I have learned many many valuable lessons - some were amazing discoveries, other were quite painful.

1. Intense amounts of training each week causes a significant increase in laundry. This is the load for one week of running. Reminder - it's blistering hot outside, so I'm not packing on the layers. I try to wear as little as possible, and I'm still burdened with this insane mess.

2. Amateur runners often make the mistake of wearing any type of athletic/sporty apparel, but you learn quickly that it is uberly important to purchase any type of dry fit, wicking (or whacking as Tory likes to say) material that keeps you drier and cooler. Please note that while those shorts look perfectly acceptable for any type of physical activity, my swamp ass is the perfect example of what not to wear.
However, if you're going to spend a decent amount of money on appropriate running clothes, you might as well have fun with it. Is this obnoxious? I hope not, because I have one in white, purple and yellow. Hey - they were on clearance!
3. It is very important to remember that attending any big bash and consuming massive amounts of alcohol will hinder your ability to run for the following few weeks. I learned this lesson after tying one on pretty well at the Halloween Bash V and I couldn't pick my pace back up for 2.5 weeks. It's totally necessary to cut out all drinking.

4. Oh who am I kidding, the beer is one of the best parts about running in races. If you've just ran a race, it's totally acceptable to be tailgating at 8:30 in the morning without being called an alcoholic! Another valuable lesson is to wisely choose races that serve beer afterwards. Team Chelada has vowed to never return to Joe Pool Lake's Pumpkin Run because all we got was water. But if all else fails, just bring your own and drink it out of coffee cups. One or two beers isn't going to kill you, it's just the kegstands that kill you.

5. Running through my neighborhood has allowed me to get an up close and personal view of what is exactly decorating our streets. I never really knew how many squirrels were actually smashed to a pulp or how many bird heads you'd see on your trail. Did you know it's acceptable to let your dog poop on sidewalks or streets and you don't even have to clean it up. Premarital sex? Don't want your parents to know? Just throw your condoms in the street on the way home, you're in the clear. Glass bottles shatter in a very interesting pattern. I think it's about time we all take a good close examining to what's really around us.

6. Contrary to popular belief, if you're running outside at 8:00 at night in 98 degree weather, you should NOT have the chills. I know, whoduhthunkit? Apparently, this is called dehydration. It was one of the most bizarre feelings I have ever experienced. I'm trying to avoid this happening again, because the idea of heat stroke doesn't seem that appealing to me.

7. BODYGLIDE can be a runner's best friend. I used to think that I was invincible to rubbage and whatnot, but I learned that lesson real quick during my first half marathon. Taking off my heart rate monitor really meant taking off my skin. I had a complete section ripped off my boobs ribs. It was pretty unfortunate for me, but for those around, they they got to see my boobs ribs. This time around, with training in intense heat and dealing with dry skin, I was unaware of the consequences until now. Honestly, it feels like I'm shitting sitting on glass and bathing is horrifying! Just a warning, nobody ask to borrow my Glide. On second thought, maybe I'll just invest in my trusty friend, Boudreaux's concoction - it seriously works for everything. George B will even tell ya himself!

8. Having two pair of the exact same shoes is not weird. I found the pair that I love, and when I found an additional pair on sale for super cheap on the webernets, I decided to order them, so I'll have a backup when my current pair is too worn for long runs.

9. Music really gets me going, and a lot of times, there isn't anything like some real good hip hop or rap to make my legs start moving. But hand to God truth, the most motivating beats for me to run to are any songs from Rockin Dopsie Jr. & The Zydeco Twisters or any of the Songs of LSU. I'm being totally serious on this. Something is wrong with me, I know.

10. Don't freak out like I did. Weight gain can be healthy. I almost lost my shit last week when I went to the doctor and he told me that I had gained 11 pounds since the last time I saw him. How is that possible? I've exercised so much more this past year than I have in my whole life, there is no way I could weigh more. Scales are 'over-weighted,' in determining health and fitness, mirrors and clothes sizes are not.

11. Can you have too much gear? We probably go over the top with what we think is necessary to run, but I swear, this makes running so much easier for me. I feel like I'm strapped up and ready to connect to a NASA satellite when I'm hitting the pavement. Gosh I love technology! (That damn HR monitor strap is the culprit for skinning my boobs ribs!)

12. You learn to become real comfortable with yourself and your body, and can't be embarrassed by too much, because shit happens. Hah - I really did not intend on that pun, but running causes a lot of different conditions. I've lost or bruised 3 toe nails, which isn't that pretty, and while many people think my shoes are too small, it's just something that happens every now and then. And, you can easily paint a faux nail on your toes, no biggie. Happy hour topics have definitely changed as we're now comparing ailments.

13. The absolute best lesson learned through my running is what I've learned about my friends. We have an amazing group of people that run with us each week, whether in person or remotely (but with us in spirit) and that makes it so much easier to get out there and reach our weekly goals. It totally helps to have really cheesy sassy team spirit wear too. It's a great motivator. Team Chelada may be a little over the top, but we at least have fun with it. And why do it if you're not having fun?

Meet Max

I've written time and time again about the nonsense that goes on at my parents house in terms of household pets. When my grandma passed, she left my mom to take care of her beloved Maxie, a huge furry cat. Maxi isn't an ordinary cat, he's 20+ lbs combined with like an additional 15 lbs of hair, meows the most annoying meow ever and it's constant. If it weren't my grandmother's dying wish that Maxi live a great life once she was gone, we wouldn't be putting up with the thing anymore. We're still trying to find a way to work him out of the family.

First of all, This is Maxi.

A few Sundays ago, Maxie mailed my mom a heart-felt letter.

July 13, 2008

Dear Leslie:

Before you say no, just hear me out, OK? Bottom line is, I want to move to Phoenix….as soon as possible. Have you ever heard that “all the fat cats retire to Phoenix?” Well I’m nearing the end of my run and not really serving much purpose here except for aggravating everyone around, so I think it’s time to retire to the desert where I have several friends living there. So it’s not like I don’t know anybody in a new community………I’ll be fine there. Really.

So I need for you to buy me a one-way bus ticket to Phoenix. I know I have money left in my checking account and I would do it myself except for two problems. First, I can’t write. Secondly, if I could, who is going to cash a check for a cat?

I really appreciate your help in moving this along. If it turns out that I don’t like Phoenix after all, I’ll let you know and you can buy me a bus ticket from Phoenix to Virginia to go live with Marianne and the thousands of cats she has living with her. I figure I’ll just blend in………nobody would ever notice.

Anyway, thanks in advance for your help and let me know when the bus leaves for Phoenix. See if you can get me a window seat as I think I’d like to look out the window along the way.

Sincerely,

Maximillian
(Maxi the Cat)

P.S. #1 Nobody put me up to this. I am doing this of my own free will without duress.


After a week without Leslie taking any action, Maxie felt it appropriate to leave a nice reminder on the microwave.
Still, another week gone by, and I see another note from Maxi today at my parent's house. Damn woman, just do what he pleases!

We'll see if she approves his request this week. I'll keep you posted on when the cat actually hops off the Stanga Train.

Side note, as I was typing this, I was blessed with the strongest evidence of why we have too many animals in this house. Marley likes to sit under the desk, at my feet, while I'm working on the computer and today was no different. I hear a heinously gross noise from below and knew what was about to come. Please keep your disgust to a minimum and look closely! It's a pile of puke! Freakin' animals!




And you wonder why...

...I carry my camera with me every where I go. I can't even keep up with the greatness that I continuously see on the road. I've decided that from here on out, I can only be friends with people who are ready to snap a photo of excellence as it's happening!

Here is Kacy and me having a little fun driving to Happy Hour! Please look closely at the white 4Runner behind me. That's Kacy waving hello to me and I had to see if I could get a picture of it.

She returned the favor!


Then, I spotted two more ghetto fabulous ridez! Bliggity Blam!


The answer is NO! The question is: IS THIS WOMAN RIDING BACKWARDS ON THAT MOTORCYCLE? I'm going to go ahead and put this out there - I am worthy of the Mega Bitch Award for this, but seriously...back boobs? Really?


Shortly after I witnessed that phenomenal display, I then saw Magda from There's Something About Mary! She was traveling across town to the local pool with her lawn chair in tow!



See, I told you I was only making friends with fellow camara-carriers! Not only do I require that my friends carry cameras, I also require that they have miraculous neighbors too!

This is the email I get from Kacy on Friday morning: "This is what the neighbors were doing this morning, at 8:15 am, when I was walking out to my car. I actually sat in my car, zoomed in on my side mirror where I could see them in the reflection to get this shot. I about died. It caught me so off guard I almost spilled my coffee everywhere. I almost walked over there but I was running late for work. The lady was even folding clothes out there. Like, they just picked up and moved outside while I was sleeping ..."

This is an email two weeks ago from a fellow snapshooter. "Only I could have a donut dilemma.
So Sunday morning I wake up and take a friend to the airport and notice something gone amiss in my neighbor's yard but it was dark and it wasn't until later in the day that I saw what had happened. Donuts, that's what happened. At least a hundred of them. Notice the lone donut on the roof. It was a drive by donuting....
Then last night I see this in the back of his truck.

I tell ya, sometimes real life is a whole lot funnier than a plotted comedy!

Cars Part Duo

Well, combined, Kacy and I have gotten so many e-mails and text messages with pictures of cars that we already have enough material for Car Blog II.

Now, we didn't realize we would be getting so many pictures, so we didn't keep track of who sent what. I'm sorry that proper credit cannot be given for each of these but, a general 'thank you' Kacy for compiling this amazing collection from myself, Melissa, Heather, Robyn/Trey, Amanda and Jessie.

Here we go ... Let's start with amazing license plates.

I'm not sure this person gave enough thought to putting MOO BAA on their license plate. What does that even mean?!?

This one on the other hand, says it all:

Another very creative license plate.

Amen! Hallelujah! Praise the lord! Yes, you really are looking at an '85 Supra with a "Got You" license plate. Could the plates be worth more than the car? It's anyone's guess.

Now a section dedicated to showing your your personality, what you believe in, your hobbies your true colors! Let's just call this car bling.

This guy might have gone over board, just a bit:

This bumper sticker really cracks us up!
So glad this guy could really let himself off the leash!
I think we should all put our race and gender on the back of our cars.
And our names inside of a Harley logo!
Oh! Oh! We should also put a sticker of everything we like to kill on our back windshield. I am ashamed to say this this person is a fellow lover of dem Tigas!
Kacy also enjoyed seeing this ice cream truck broken down with its lights flashing.
I REALLY like how this guy spray painted racing stripes on his older-than-dirt car. I think the strips were really the final touch that it needed.
Much like Kacy's 'arcade in a truckbed' picture from the first car post, I also found one...only mine is bigger!
Now if this isn't an awesome slogan for a garage repair company, I don't know what is...
Don't know what this means, but it's definitely worth a giggle!
A repeat from last blog, but I found this dude AGAIN! Only this time, he had added a baby swing bolted to the bed of the truck!

I take back the term for the previous section, because that has now been changed to car flare...THIS is car bling! Trey took this on his cell phone after he literally saw the wheels break off the axel because they were too big!!! Trey said the drivers were pretty upset!


And finally, the grand prize winner of this edition of Ode to Cars goes to Melissa for seeing this fine piece of machinery on the roads.


Monday, July 21, 2008

Bitter Sweet

All I can think of is James Blunt's lyrics, Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend...

It has been a great four years with you Bev. So many memories and you've always been there for me. Thanks for loving me, I'll miss you!!



Now that Bev is out of my life, I'll need to find a name for my new life mate. Um, well the only thing I've come up with is an arrangement of the letters that name the car, C, R and V into The Cervix. While I think it'd be funny to say I'm constantly riding around in the cervix, I'm open to new suggestions. Feel free to throw me a bone. Although it's a big change, I love my new car!!!