Cats

For anyone following my blog I need to clear up a very serious assumption about me.

Although my blog looks and maybe smells (eww, that's disgusting) of kitty cat love, I must be very clear in telling you that I hate cats. And by "hate", I mean HATE and have fear of.

Some people don't like cats because of allergies. I consider my hatred of cats to be an emotional allergy. I have an emotional allergy to fish, but I'd rather eat a fish than pick up a cat without wearing body armor.

I've never met a cat that I liked.

A little kitten in a picture is adorable (see, I'm not heartless) and I don't support cat abuse, but a live cat within 5ft of me or dwelling in the same house as me is cause for nightmares.

That being said, I love the word "meow". It's fun to say, fun to write, and fun to get engraved on apple products...and thanks to Novio for the new Shuffle.

MEOW

Root Canal

Has your jaw ever hurt so badly that you had to put your head on your desk while you contemplated calling the dentist and convinced yourself that you were in need of a root canal?

That's what happened to me. And then I took off my stupid headband and was fine about 3 seconds later.

Sheesh.

Bears

I have been learning a lot about bears:
1. Black bears have pointy ears.
2. Grizzly bears have rounded ears.
3. Polar bears hunt humans.

Given my current location I have I decided that:
1. I'd rather be face to face with a grizzly bear rather than a fugitive and his fiance/cousin.
2. I'd rather be face to face with a fugitive and his fiance/cousin than a polar bear.

And now it's time to get back to life on the ranch/forest/Canadian border.

Also,

for any of you ten people out there who read my blog, I have a nice husband and he wants you all to know that. And for the record, I want you to know that too.


Example #1 He always does the laundry
Example#2 He is going to climb 600 stairs with me tonight
Example #3 He makes brownies whenever I want
Example #4 He always lets me drive
Example #5 He puts lotion on his elbows because I ask him to

Dear Lenessa,

Where are you? One of the ways that I stalk you is by reading your blog. And you haven't posted in ages. Either post or let's make a date. Or both.

Meow.

PS- Mr. Frisby this for you.

Finally something to say...

I never post to my blog because I have nothing interesting to say. That was until yesterday.

I ran the SLC half marathon a few weeks ago. It was great and hard and I finished and then I ached and ached. I took some time off and decided that yesterday I would go for a jog for the first time since the race.

I ran down the street and over to the freeway overpass and started making my way back home. All of the sudden I felt a hard slap on my bum. I gasped and looked to the left and there was jerk-faced punk kid zipping past me on a bike.

Actually, I didn't see his face. But, I'm certain that anyone who would do that most certainly is a jerk-face. Also, I've had a few people ask, so in case you were going to ask too, the answer is no. No, this was not an accident. It was definitely intentional.

I did not appreciate being assulted, although I imagine that he did not appreciate what I called him.

As he passed me and as I yelled, he sped off into the distance and I don't know which way he went. I would have called the cops if he had come back around, if he seemed to be a dirty old man or if were an old lady. But really, as I said, I think he was a jerk-faced teen or 20-something with incredilby poor manners.

Despite the saga, I still love running in the ghetto.

It’s been a while. The holidays are always busy, but really that’s just an excuse. The real reason is that I’m lazy, but I’m happy and here’s why:

1. Have you stepped outside in the last few days? I realize that changing weather patterns are a sign of global warming BUT let’s forget that for a minute. I can’t help but smile when it’s 70+ degrees in January. It makes me feel like I’m cheating the system in the very best kind of way.

2. I’ve started running again consistently with plans to do a half marathon in April. We ran up a nasty hill yesterday and it was great!

3. Santa treated me very well this last Christmas.

4. I made an apron. Upon close inspection one might find some major flaws, but from a distance it’s a fantastic little thing. I had such a good time making it that I almost want to make another. We’ll see- that could go against my lazy-esque habits.

5. I’ve been to San Francisco four times in the last month and that place just makes me smile. Two of the trips involved Eliza’s spicy chicken and the other two involved being on a boat in the bay.

6. I set some 2009 goals that, while challenging, are very much doable.

7. I always have a good time.

8. Novio es fantastico. And I don’t care if that isn’t grammatically or linguistically correct.

9. Yes we can! Next Tuesday is a big, key day. I've waited for it for eight long years.

10. For dinner last night I ate as much of Big Mike’s popcorn as I could consume and then for dessert I had a brownie.