More Mother Running Fun

I am on the fence about possibly running the Memorial Half Marathon in OKC.  I need to get this nailed down because I don't want to begin running 7+ milers on the weekend for no reason.  I'm sure it would be in the best interest of health, but I find "in the best interest of health" non-motivating.  When I first started running back in 2009, the only reason I would go is because I made a deal with myself that every 20 miles logged I would go get a drink at Starbucks.  If I didn't hit the 20 miles, no coffee for me.  I kept a log on the fridge and that was pretty effective.

I can't really do that now because I can make my own lattes with my Nespresso machine at my house, which may be the best Christmas gift in the history of my life.  They are not paying me to say that (maybe they should) nor are they giving me any complimentary Nespresso capsules (I know they should do at least that) which would be nice because I'm already close to out of the 200 or so we purchased at Christmas...hmmm.  That's a latte drinks.  (Please forgive me for that...)

I'm sure the amount you care about how much I do or don't want to run some half marathon and the amount I'm in love with my espresso machine is little to none so I will also provide you with the top five reasons Can't Hold Us by Macklemore is my primary running jam at the moment.

Top 5 Reasons Can't Hold Us by Macklemore is My Primary Running Jam at the Moment

1.  Cowbells

2.  Clapping

3.  Mackelmore!  Love. Him.

4.  There is some serious low brass going on.  I picture someone running after me blaring at me with a trombone.

5.  The lyrics...This could be a really long reason but I'll shorten it to say that most of it just gets me really pumped up especially because when I run I'm like a great white shark on shark week....

6.  There is a personal shout out to me at the 3:38 minute mark.  He distinctly says "That's Rachel right here".  Listen closely.  You'll agree.

I can count to 5 but I threw an extra one in there just for YOU!

Cheers!

On To The Next One

I have been packing! Packing up things, my life, our memories! It's pretty symbolic, really. Here's to new beginnings!

I leave you with an old-school classic: Closing Time by Semisonic Cheers!

Closing time - time for you to go out, go out into the world.
Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time - you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time - this room won't be open 'til your brothers or you sisters
come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits - I hope you have found
a
friend.
Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from...

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...

Until next time!

Sometimes I get the phrase "Japanese Udon Noodle" stuck in my head

Powerful. Beautiful. Crazy. Random. Weird. Intense. All words I would use to describe human minds. Half the time I don't even know how to sort out everything that's going on in my head. Other times? I don't understand how blank my slate is up there. Freaking tabula rasa, back when it was unused in good old 1985. That may be due in large part to the fact that I'm pretty sure there were about 8 days in this day.

It's strange to me how my mind conjures up imagery and random things from the past during dreams. I mean, I remember thinking when I was a kid "what if dreams were real life, and real life was really our dream?" I was doomed from the beginning, you guys. (I'm mainly dreaming of Japanese Udon Noodles right now, though). Details that come up in my dreams are just strange, and I'm pretty sure there is underlying meaning there. I think I'm going to devote some Internet research time to dream meanings.

Only in dreams
We see what it means.
Reach out our hands.
Hold onto hers.
But when we wake
It's all been erased.
And so it seems
Only in dreams.

- Weezer

Short post, I know. But I'm a little ADD today. Adding more would be here and there. Until next time!

PS - It really bothers me when the blog post titles spill over onto the next line. I'll try to avoid that next time.

Additional PS - I don't have OCD.

Introduction of Attic Man

Jeans today - You know what that means: WORK BLOGGING! Thursdays are my favorite day, and just can't be ruined with the restraints of dress pants. I know, I have set goals, which include wearing dress clothes to work Mon - Fri, but lets live a little. According to People: Style Watch, jeans are appropriate in the work place when paired appropriately.

I couldn't help myself, anyway. Club Closet was in full effect as I was getting ready for work this morning. If you aren't familiar with Club Closet, you are in for a treat. It includes one DJ (me) who is also the featured artist, two to three dancing fools (me, husband, and possibly attic man) and our small walk-in closet. We were rocking Lady Gaga. As a result of the atmosphere in said closet, People: Style Watch might tell me I didn't pair appropriately.....but I'm over it.

"Who is Attic Man?" you might ask. I think it's time for me to share about how I'm convinced that someone is living above my apartment in my attic: Attic Man. His existence is quite convenient for me. Let me give you some examples: Where did I put my keys? Attic Man! He must have moved them. Why is no laundry done: Attic Man! He hid the dirty clothes. Where is the remote control? Attic Man! He was probably watching MTV or BRAVO while I was at work, and left it somewhere weird. You get the picture.

When Attic Man's existence is not convenient for me, however, is when I'm at the apartment alone. Suddenly Attic Man turns really creepy and could come out of the attic access in the closet at any moment and take me up into his lair with him. And I don't even want to picture that creeper up in my attic, living in the dark.

Attic Man is pretty quiet for the most part and doesn't usually cause problems-just when he leaves the dishes on the counter or in the sink or drinks the rest of the milk. It's debatable as to whether or not these things are indeed Attic Man, or someone else that lives in my apartment with me..........One time, though, Attic Man caused the light fixture in my closet to mysteriously fall to the ground in the middle of the night one time. That was on the more creepy side of The Attic Man Saga, more of which I'll share later!

Viva Club Closet, featuring VIP Attic Man!!

Until next time!

Work Blogging III

The good morning quote I sent out today contradicts this post:

“Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.” – Oscar Wilde

Sorry Mr. Wilde, sometimes life needs to be talked about seriously. Even on a snarky blog. (Side note for you: my little sis and I were indeed looking up "snarky" in Urban Dictionary this morning....) If you aren't interested in reading about me contemplating the meaning of life, this is not for you.

Isn't life one big game of hide and seek? We seek out others to connect, yet they are hiding from us in their own game of hide and seek. It's beautiful when seekers collide and a moment is shared, a connection made; before the next round of hide and seek. My heart aches to seek through love and passion for people, at the same time longs to hide and be sought. I think some people are more seek than hide, but most people hide, waiting to be sought.

I have posted the lyrics to Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek. Such a picture of two people playing the hide and seek game. I'll leave you with the lyrics.....

Hide and Seek
by Imogen Heap

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs

(hide and seek)
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a (you don't care a) bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit


Until next time......

Oh, to blog

Today is a glorious day. It is bright and sunny. I'm listening to my newly purchased soundtrack.......500 Days of Summer. I'm usually not a sucker for soundtracks, but it is truly delightful. The last soundtrack I bought was 10 Thing I Hate About You. When I was in 9th grade. Aparently I have a thing for movies with numbers in the title. Which are also slightly cheesy and romantic. Not to mention idealistic. Like myself.

Ok, dear blog. More important things call for my attention. Like the frozen yogurt and topping bar date pending with my dear husband.

Until next time!