Goodbye Cruel World

Okay, not really - and it's not like I'll ever really get the chance to quote much Shakespeare.

I'm moving, my blog that is. I bought a domain name and got the fancy Wordpress thing installed. I think I even know how it works. Crazy, I know. I'm a geek, but I'm a slow geek that needs to be showed and told how to do things over and over.

So, come over and visit my new site. I'm still developing in, adding an about me to feed my ego. Please leave a comment so I know you love me. I'll be checking my page hits hourly ad tracking ip addresses so I'll know if you didn't look. And then I'll cry.

(Okay, most of this post is a lie...)

I am not a Foodie...

Supplies
Originally uploaded by beth910

I cannot cook. I do not like it. I can boil water, and if it cooks in boiling water I'm golden. I will bake however. I bought some way too big pack of Pilsbury Cresent Rolls at Costco. When I moved my old fridge out I forgot to put them back in the freezer. *sigh* Luckily I realized this before they were too far gone. They just needed to stay refrigerated at this point. Four tubes is pretty much the point where you either make them all or they'll never get made cause I will just keep "saving them for later".

Tonight I was hungry, didn't feel like cooking, haven't tried making Katrina's Chili yet, and these screamed at me. Actually they said, "Hey we'd be great with caramel or strawberry jam!"

So, here it is. My concoction. My dinner. In pictures.

The Great Migration

My mom is officially all the way moved to Pittsburgh. Certain things, like the fridge and stove, had to be left behind because The Others were living in the old place still and it would be sort of shitty to just up and take them. There's another long and complicated story in there. Trust me, you don't really want to know. The people who do know are nodding their heads in agreement.

The Others finally moved out and we were able to go back (four hour drive), rent a truck (boy howdy, do I love U-Haul), and move the fridge, stove, washer, and dryer (yeah sounds easy right...NO.) The Brother, Mom, and I packed up into one vehicle which was going to be my car, but the hand truck I borrowed from work would.not.fit. and allow for 3 people to use the seats and seatbelts. Mom claimed that she could make the 4 hour drive sitting backwards halfway in the trunk. Um, NO. We finally got ourselves situated in Mom's van with everything we needed. At this point we're only running 3 hours behind schedule.

Since The Sister lives 20 minutes-ish from Mom's old place we drive there and crash for the night. Of course we don't arrive until near midnight, but whatever. Up at 7am to fetch the truck and head over to pack things up. The Others had moved out the day before. I figured that they'd leave some stuff behind, just items overlooked. What I wasn't prepared for was a full fridge and freezer, floors left unvacuumed, trash left all over the place, and just tons of stuff in general; furniture they didn't want. Hello! Landlord says all this stuff has to go. I guess The Others assumed we'd just do it, since we were 'last ones out". Effed.Up.

The Sister bribed a couple of her friends into helping us load the truck. THANK YOU FRIENDS! Without them we would not have gotten this stuff into the truck at all. The hand truck that I borrowed from work had a flat tire so it was useless. We managed to clean everything (mostly) and move all the unwanted items into the garage to be donated. Let me just say now, I TOTALLY understand why people leave perfectly nice and functioning expensive appliances in homes when they move/sell/etc. It is still debatable if this migration was worth it.

Twelve hours later! We finally get on the road back to Pittsburgh. We're all exhausted and I'm pretty sure we stopped at every rest stop but 2. It took us about 6 hours to drive back. Thankfully we had 3 drivers and could swap things around a bit. Back in Pittsburgh my neighbor filled the hand truck tire. Without that we never would have gotten the stove or fridge out of the truck.

I got the fridge and stove. YAY. I hated hated hated our old french door, stupidly too narrow fridge. I swear the freezer was the size of an 8.5x11 piece of paper. NOTHING.FIT.EVAR. And what sucked more about it is that the wall was in the way and the door wouldn't open all the way. Getting things in and out was all luck and magic. There is nothing wrong with the old fridge except it did not work in teh space provided and it was STUPID.

My old stove is great, yellow, but it worked. FUGLY. The new stove (and fridge) are white and beautiful. Yes, I'm sure I'll hate them by next summer. SHUT UP. The Boy jokingly said that we now had to replace the microwave and dishwasher so they'll match. I said, not unless they're free. I don't care if they don't match. I don't care if they don't match. I don't care.... ahem

Right, so That was Saturday.

Sunday we did the whole thing again, but this time with a washer and dryer and Mom's new apartment. The apartment says it has space for a full size washer/dryer setup. YEAH.RIGHT. We danced the washer through the doors ever so slowly, barely making the corners, and then I had to climb up and drop down the back to pug things in and hook up hoses. Ditto with the dryer, only it was significantly lighter cause, well... NOT FILLED WITH WATER!

Everything is happy now. None of us killed each other, though I'm fairly certain there were a few close calls in there for me. The Brother is abusing Mom's washer/dryer. Mom has her own little set-up that's all hers and she can put things wherever she pleases. The Sister has us all out of her hair now. and I have a wonderful fridge that everything fits in, but I'm pretty sure was made for people who are 4 feet tall.

Terrible Sickie

I really suck at being sick. I clean. Not just some light dusting or something along those lines. No, I will clean the bathroom, with a tooth brush, and I'll spend extra time cleaning the places in the bathroom that no one ever will see. Like behind the toilet. Go figure. I feel guilty that I can't do what I'm supposed to be doing.

I also don't like soup when I'm sick. Normally I lurve soup. The server we always get at Union Grill knows me as soup girl. I will order just a bowl whatever soup they have that day. When I'm sick though, I can't stand it. And it's not like other food is at all appealing. It also doesn't help that I haven't been able to eat much of anything for the last week.

It really doesn't help that I have too much to do and being sick right now screws up a lot of stuff I'm currently working on. It screw up a lot of stuff for other people too. I did indeed joke about being sick today earlier this week, mainly because I am always sick the day/s after the mini-conference that I help with [read: overly stress-out over] every year. It never changes and I'm partly to blame. I complete the unreasonable last minute requests, instead of sticking to my guns about deadlines. If I had stuck to the deadlines there would have been a severe lack of content. That would not fly with the organizers of this event. So, instead of having no content, I spent pretty much the whole weekend of the only weekend this month that The Boy was home stressing out over this and not sleeping. One of the presenters had the audacity to tell me I looked tired. However, he did admit that he was partly to blame for my lack of sleep. Yes, yes you are. Will it be different next year? No, no it won't.

What really sucks is that not only am I sick and cleaning, I have no one here to make me eat soup. With The Boy gone I have a hard time remembering to eat anyway, but put sick on top of that and blah. I really just want to curl up, but I feel so guilty that there is so much to do still. Now I'm stressing myself out over being stressed.

Thankfully I haven't been sick much this year. Last year I had strep-throat; twice; in the same month; in the summer. My doctor even thinks I might be a "carrier" for strep, but I can't really afford to be tested every week or so when I'm definitely not sick to find out. can.not.win. I had my tonsils out last December, that was fun. But, I haven't been sick.



I'm sure that the main reason I am sick right now is because I have spent pretty much all of September working, schooling, homeworking, cleaning the house for family, and generally not sleeping. It's caught up with me. So, today I'm either in bed or on the sofa with my laptop. I will deal with the world tomorrow perhaps.

Birthday Party

The Kid's birthday party was a hit! You generally can't go wrong with laser tag! I can't believe he's ten, 10, a decade, as he pointed out! The Kid was 2 when The Boy and I started dating. Now he is 10. I'm not ready to deal with this. However, he is one of the neatest people that I know. He has an astoundingly unique point of view on things and is thankfully not afraid to voice them. All the same, I'd like to call a time out please!

I made angel food cup cakes. Never.Again. The Kid is extremely conscious and conscientious of food allergies. He already knew that one guest has a peanut/tree nut allergy and this is the primary reason for making our own cup cakes. You will not find a bakery that will guarantee no nut, ever, has ever touched or looked cross-eyed at the pan used to make whatever.
One of his friends at school is allergic to strawberries and another has a chocolate allergy. So, when asked what kind of cup cakes and icing he wanted the response was, "white, white, oh and white sprinkles too!"

The Boy's genius suggestion was angel food cake. I so love me some angel food cake. I do not love me some baking angel food cake. I bought a box. I thought that would be easy! The box makes 54 cupcakes!!!! I don't need that many friggin' cupcakes, especially because my birthday was the week before and I made cupcakes and muffins for my classes. Instead I split it between cupcakes and a bread pan. Angel food cake does.not.come.out.

Then we iced some of the cup cakes. Some had to be left plain because another guest does not like icing. By guest I am referring to children. Icing angel food cake is one of the hardest things I've done. It falls apart. Plus, it's so friggin' sweet to begin with you don't need icing.



Upon opening his first gift, that was so obviously wrapped he had to know it was a skateboard, he said, "I hope it's a baby brother!"

Saturday Morning Funhouse!

Saturday early early am we left Pittsburgh for New Jersey. The trip was fairly uneventful. He drove the first hour-ish and I tried to sleep. He keeps the car really cold so he can stay awake and I can only really sleep when I'm really warm. I sleep with a down comforter all year round and this is mainly because the a/c in the bedroom makes it too cold for me. We swapped drivers and I got the biggest coffee I could find and turned up the heat.I kept myself awake for the 4 hours that I drove by making up a story using the names of streets we passed. Lisburn Trindle lived in Sheepford on Round Top Road, etc etc. I was merely entertaining myself never thinking I would remember any of it. He drove the last hour and it poured the rest of the way.

We got in around 7am and promptly passed out. About an hour later Mom was on her way out for her hair appointment and she popped back into the house because she forgot her cell phone. Then, I wake up to a huge crashing noise that I just can't process. I hear Mom yelling for his dad. I'm curious and especially so because of the note of panic in her voice. I run downstairs and out front.

Our car is on the street, it's fine; his dad's van is in front of our car, also fine. Then there is something in the middle of the lawn that my brain is telling me can't possibly be for real.



So, yes. This is Mom's car that had been parked in the driveway. I have no words.

One neighbor is a nurse and she came out, another nurse was driving past and stopped. The police and ambulance arrived within 5 minutes (longest 5 minutes of my life!)

Apparently the truck had run a light about a half mile up the road and clipped another car. He was speeding away from that accident and somehow lost control in front of the neighbor's house. He launched the truck into the air from the driveway, it started flipping around, and then slammed into Mom's car sitting in the driveway.

The driver was ejected from his truck, no seat belt, and he was unharmed. His girlfriend/passenger was wearing her seat belt. She was conscious and talking, the two nurses were talking her through everything, reassuring her etc. I held an umbrella over them all because it was pouring. I think she will be okay though we're pretty sure that her arm was broken.

They rolled the truck over and towed it off on a flat bed and I went to work documenting whatever I could for Mom & Dad.



I think my favorite part of this whole thing is when the tow truck pulling Mom's car out gets stuck and calls a flatbed in to pull him out.



The absolute kicker to this story is that Mom's birthday is tomorrow. Oh, and where is she during all this? She went to her hair appointment leaving us with the instructions to please shut off her lights and make the horn stop blaring.

"We just can't make this shit up man!"

Thankfully no one was seriously injured.

New Things To Come

I've been doing personal blogging in various forms and places for a while. I have been meaning to start an actual content based/driven blog that people will actually read and/or maybe even look forward to.

So, stay tuned. If I can get my act together...I may have an announcement.

In other news I bought a domain for this blog, yay I feel like a grownup blogger (ish)

Beginning Again

This was my first summer in a long time where I wasn't taking classes. At first it was weird but I adjusted to doing nothing pretty quickly. I read and/or listened to the Harry Potter Books. I tried to listen to the Twilight books, but her voice was just way too annoying. It didn't help any that the character was whiny as well.

So, I've always looked forward to the start of the term. I'm very much a person that needs a significant jumping off point to make any drastic changes. Changes like; a steady bedtime and waketime, homework schedule, eating at certain times, etc. I used to only be able to start a diary or journal on January 1, but now I'm okay with starting at the beginning of a week or something else arbitrary that I make myself believe is significant. Yes I'm weird, shut up!

I'm looking forward to this term because I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's pretty dim still, but I can just make it out. The whole part-time degree thing seemed like a grand idea at the start. At the start I had no idea what I wanted a degree in. Thankfully I've figured it out as I've gone along. With 11 courses left, and all of them being core classes within my major, I almost feel like I might finish this degree within my lifetime. Fortunately, or unfortunately I will likely have all of my summers free as none of my classes are offered during those terms. LAME.

So tonight I'm going out and buying pens, paper, notebooks, etc. I've sorted through last term's things and tossed most of it. That was really difficult for me actually. This girl has more post-it notes than anyone in their right mind could possibly use in a lifetime of taking phone messages.

I'm trying not to stress myself out over this, but I know I will anyway. And two weeks after it starts I'll probably fall out of my routine and I'll be a mess and hate both classes. Hopefully I'll find a schedule that I can fall into and stay with though. So, here we go. Cheers to another round of classes and hoping that I don't stress myself out over silly things.

Stupid Cat

This morning I woke with a start because I slowly realized, between the alarm going off and hitting snooze, that I had not seen my cat since sometime Tuesday night. I checked her bed in our bedroom, I checked her bed in the dining room, and I checked the various places she beds in in the basement. Nothing. I was the crazy cat lady neighbor standing outside this morning in my red flannel pjs meowing for her. Stupid Cat.

We have let her outside with us in the past. She'll venture onto the front porch, but it's loud and she wants to be back in the house just as the door closes. She's come out the side door if we're working in the side yard. And she loves to chill on the back porch and deck. She will find the smallest patch of sunlight and absorb the shit out of it. Stupid Cat.


(Yeah, I know it's not a great pic...she's rolled over with her belly absorbing the sun.)

I searched the basement, five times, poking everything she's normally nesting in. No movement at all. I circled the house, twice, in my red flannel pjs, meowing my head off, avoiding stares from neighbors behind their curtains. I'm wracking my brain at this point; she must have gotten out Tuesday night while I was putting the trash out. I did leave the door open, but she's not dumb enough to wander far enough away that I can't see her before I close the door - is she? Stupid Cat.

Finally I decide to check out back once more. This time from the porch. I opened the door and her little black and white head popped out from the coconut husk potting basket she nested in. "Meooooow?" She ran right to me, poor thing. She was out all day yesterday in the rain. I wonder if she just slept the whole time in that basket. Stupid Cat.

So, she's home, inside, fed, watered, loved. I even let her sit on the sofa with me a bit this morning while I checked email and twitter. That'll bite me later, but whatever. She needed it or maybe, more likely, I needed it. Stupid Cat.

Make New Friends...but Keep the Old

I've met a lot of really neat people on Twitter in and around Pittsburgh. That's sort of a lie because I haven't actually met them yet, but we chat all day and it's fun. We are all slowly meeting each other via Tweetups. People keep asking me what Twitter is like, and for me it feels like an IRC chat room. Totally communal like that. However, most of the people asking this question don't know what IRC is either. I don't know what to tell them, mostly because they already have their minds made up that it's dumb. You can tell by how they ask.

Due to following a bunch of local people I also started reading their blogs. It's a little voyeuristic knowing so much about a person without having ever met them and having this information shared more intimately. I'll get over it I guess, since everyone can find out just as much about me through my blog. I'll share now: I *need* to load the dishwasher in size order. I *will* rearrange plates The Boy has put in. I *know* it doesn't much matter.

Having friends means going out; going out means happy Beth. This is good because most of the people I meet during my day are younger college students. That's fine, I have some really good friends in my classes. But their lives are way different. Their worries are in a different place. I joke and say they're worried about what party to go to on Friday and I'm worried about loosing all my old photographs because my basement flooded, again.

I have noticed that most of the people I've been chatting with more are parents, moms specifically. I know, I has Teh Baby Fever!! There are a few more obstacles in the way before I can start with the babies though. I just think it's funny that I've already attached myself to people with kids.

Summer Time or The Too Long Reading List

And the living is...well not easy but at least it's not difficult right now either. I decided to not take classes full-time this summer. I am not completely slacking because I know that would drive me completely insane. The one class I will be taking is Victorian Gothic Lit. I think it's going to be fun, it's mostly books I've read or wanted to read. All of them are available in the public domain (expired copyright), which means I can download them legally.

I'm really a huge fan of Feedbooks. The Project Gutenberg site is also good, but the formatting can be icky sometimes. People are, after all, doing it for free. It is loads better than spending money on books that I'm not sure I'll keep. I have plenty of books around the house already. If I end up liking them I can still pick them up somewhere.

Bonus points for having free apps on my iPhone that allow me to read the books I've downloaded. Amazon has a Kindle app that lets me find books on Amazon and download them (they also have a ton of books that you can buy). They won't let me import other free books I've found though, so there is a drawback. Stanza is by far my favorite app for reading books on my phone. Not only can I search through the app, it also downloads them and I can push them back and forth from my phone to my laptop. It'll keep track of my place in the book, no matter where I'm reading it.

You'd think that the text would be so ity-bity, but you have complete control over the size, color, background color, etc. I've tweaked mine so it's really comfortable to read. I'm still going to have to print out the pages to bring to class because I just can't imagine any professor being okay with reading from a device yet.

This other site I've known about for a bit, but never really utilized. LibriVox is a site very similar to Feedbooks in that it's done by normal people for free. Instead of these people transcribing the books they read them. You too can read a book and post it for others to listen to. How cool is that? So far I have all of the books I need in Stanza and two of the books from LibriVox.

This is significant for me because I take the bus to work, 15 minute ride each way, and I cannot read in a vehicle. (Apparently thinking about it also makes me queasy.) Instead I've been listening to books on my way to/from work. The added bonus is that I definitely can't read a book while walking. I walk into poles when I'm paying full attention.

Currently I'm listening to the Harry Potter books. Yeah, yeah, shut up. It's not great literature, fine. I'm sucked in to the story. It's cute and the most important point is that it's not for a class. It's just something fun to read and I'm enjoying it. It'll be a nice transition into the books that I need to read for class once I'm done with HP Book 7, which should be this week. (I'm a slow listener...keep falling asleep!)

As an added geek factor I picked up a book at Caliban on S. Craig St called A History of English Literature. I'm sure the chapter on Victorian Lit will be interesting and helpful.

Please join me in supporting March of Dimes March for Babies

I decided to walk in this even because of Maddie Spohr. Word of her death spread through blogs and twitter so quickly and support was so fantastic that they have raised over $20k in support of March of Dimes for Babies. This was raised in about two days.

I am very excited to be a part of March for Babies, please support my participation by donating $1 or more if you would like.

Why March for Babies? Because the March of Dimes champions the needs of moms and babies in our community and across the nation. The money we raise for March for Babies will help:

- support all-important research offering preventions and solutions for babies born too soon or with birth defects
- educate women on things they can do to increase their chances of having a healthy baby
- provide comfort and information to families with a newborn in intensive care
- push for newborn screening and health insurance for all pregnant women and children

Won't you please help me in this worthy cause? Contributing to my walk online is fast, easy and secure. You can donate directly from my personal webpage with a credit card or PayPal. If you prefer, I can also accept cash or check. Just click the appropriate box on my webpage.

My personal Web page address for donations is...
http://www.marchforbabies.org/beth910

Would you like to see what March for Babies is and why I'm walking?
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The March of Dimes mission is to improve the health of babies by
preventing birth defects, premature birth and infant mortality.

Decision Time

Okay, yeah I haven't posted in ages. And maybe I'll post about my adventure of getting to Alabama this past weekend, but more likely I'll be lazy.

I'm having a really tough time this semester. Actually the last few have been really tough for me. I'm completely unmotivated I'm not able to read the materials I need for class. Everything is so dry and boring to me. I fall asleep one paragraph in, and I'm not reading in bed. My eyes just zone out, and I have had them checked.

The other problem is that evening classes just do not work for me. And I have two. I get home around 11 pm two nights (in a row) a week. I have zero time to get anything done around the house. The Boy handles his stuff, but dishes are my thing. He cooks. I clean. That's the deal. It sucks having to work through everything that piles up in a week on a Saturday. I spend my whole weekend doing dishes and laundry and generally I'm able to clean one other room (like kitchen or bathroom). I really need to clean my study/library so I can do work in there instead of camping on the sofa. But yeah, I get home and veg and he's holding up his end of the bargain wondering why I'm just sitting there. I know he feels like I'm not doing my part.

I'm so stressed out about this and I'm so cranky from that. I'm cranky to The Boy. This is so not cool, cause he's awesome to me and does everything I ask him to do for me. With the exception of buying me junkfood! He does let me make cookies as long as I promise to take them to work for my lunches. :-P

I'm going to fail one of my two classes. I can't drop the class because I need to maintain an at least half-time status. I don't really care what my GPA is and that's all this will really affect. I need to not have the stress. I need to do this for me. I will find a class to take during the second summer session. I will take two classes that count towards my minor in the fall.

I think having taken classes the last few terms that don't count towards my major has really led me down the wrong path. I'm unhappy and feel like I'm not getting anywhere, even though each class does technically provide me credits towards my eventual degree.

Taking a step back and figuring out what *I* need to do makes me feel loads better. I just sent my prof an email letting him know that I need to get things settled in my life before I can devote the time needed to do well in my classes. I had talked to him about this before. I also talked to my therapist about this type of thing, though not this exact situation.

It sucks, but I feel okay with this. In fact I feel a hell of a lot better right now than I have in weeks. I'm going to go home and clean out space to plant my seeds; beets, tomatoes (cherry and beef), and sugar snap pees.

Burned Out

Well, I can honestly say that I'm sick of taking film classes. It started as being a nice way to get through summer classes and catch up on films that I probably should have seen. This landed me an accidental minor in history. I'm not complaining about that but I am tired of watching films and then having to pretend to be deep in analyzing them.

Currently I'm taking a German Film History course. It's been very interesting, aside from the 15 page term paper that was due last week. I'm still working on it and I've spoken with my prof. about it being late. I'll be docked, but at least after talking to him I'm actually interested in my topic. I'm writing about Josef von Sternberg's creation of on-screen Marlene Dietrich and how her roles in his films led to the femme fatales in film noir.

I've watched a few of the films so far, and currently sitting through a few more. Laser Disc! The video library on campus has just about everything, but I wasn't expecting to get a laser disc. The student working the desk siad she'd never watched a laser disc...sigh...I feel old - and I'm not old. Damn kids.

Films:
☒ Der Blaue Engel (The Blue Angel)
☒ Shanghai Express
☐ Blonde Venus
☐ The Scarlet Empress
☐ Morocco
☐ Dishonored

Actually, these last two I can't seems to find anywhere. I may have to skip them or rely on overviews

Running Update

Are you back? Does anyone read this? Meh, it's really just a place for me to vent and get thoughts out anyway.

I had wanted to swim this weekend but that turned into spending Saturday looking for a suit. The elastic had dried out on my one piece, and the only ones I could find were the performance suits at Dick's for around $60.

The Boy and I went out later that day and he found one for me. The sizing on suits is so confusing too. It's a good thing he was there because I was so confused and stressed out by all this. I even snapped at him for humming along with the music in the car. I think I was also really tired. Shopping does that to me.

I've logged some runs, and by runs I mean mostly walks. I'm thinking of doing 30-45 minutes two mornings a week and hopefully swimming a morning or afternoon. Afternoons would rock because The Boy could come with me. I know how to not drown, but I don't know strokes or technique. Last time I just grabbed a kick board and did a few laps until The Boy was done actually swimming laps.

My schedule is insane so I decided that I would get up this morning and run before work. I'm really lucky that we have a gym on campus and a shower/locker room in my building. It's a nice 10 minute walk up to the gym, then I run/walk for 30~45 minutes, and then a 10 minute walk back to my building. I love the shower here; I think because of the higher water pressure and the water is treated. I log my warm-up and cool-down walk to/from campus just cause. Plus it's nice to see I'm making progress.

I'll be going out to my mom's later this week and I'm not sure where I'll run/walk there, but I'll find something. I've got nice base layers if I need to run outside and since I made myself go outside in the cold today I can make myself do it again.

Spring Means Rain...er I mean Run!

Spring in Pittsburgh generally means rain. I'm still going to push myself to start running though. I'm so out of shape; which no one believes because I'm so thin. I don't exercise aside from walking the 4 blocks from my office to my class twice a week. I think I would just like to have more energy and be healthier in general. That shouldn't be too lofty of a goal.

I bought some really nice running shoes, nothing really fancy. They were cheap due to them being last year's model. Yeah I care. Now they're two seasons past, horrors. The other runners on the track will shun me! Oh wait, the other runners on the track will shun me because it's CMU.

For Christmas my brother and sister got me the Nike+ iPod thingie. I haven't tried it out yet. It works on my old Nano, but not on the iPhone. I've been using the Nano to record my classes, which I have yet to actually listen to. Maybe I should just take notes the old fashioned way. But I have this expensive microphone thingie that records. I have an armband thingie that lets me wear the Nano, I'm so cool I know.

Having two evening classes a week really interferes with my doing nothing at home on the couch watching Dirty Jobs and Modern Marvels. It's near impossible to run after work/before class. The logistics just don't work and I don't feel like stinking from 6:30pm to 10pm and then having to find a bus home. I really should just pick a day after work, or days, and just start. I should...I will. Next week :-P Now that I've got this Nike+ Mini Me off to the side here perhaps I'll be more motivated. Perhaps you'll check back next week and see what my meager progress was? Perhaps.

A friend's girlfriend just got her Nike+ (and a brand new Nano to go with it for V-Day). I have yet to meet her but we've traded cookbooks and podcast ideas. I lent her my Gourmet NutritionGourmet Nutrition books and she pointed me at this PodRunner site. It's great and I highly recommend it!

That's all for now. Time to run to class!