Shhh!

On Saturday Jason and I attended a show at the Cat's Cradle in Carrboro. Not only did it make me feel old to attend a show and wish that I was sitting down rather than standing, but...here it is......I was shushed! Thats right. I was shushed. By a Duke fan. What was this duke fan doing at the Midlake concert in Carrboro? I don't know! Apparently looking for an ass kicking! Yes, this happened Saturday and today is Tuesday and I'm still annoyed by it.

Since when did indie rock shows become places of quiet?

Coincidentally enough, this shushing by a Duke fan fell two days prior to Duke winning the National Championship. What does this mean?

Reason 1,204,769 why Duke sucks. The silver spoon fed New Jersey transplant yuppies like their rock shows quiet. That just doesn't sit well with me.

f**k!

Maybe its my pedigree, maybe its my underdeveloped vocabulary, or maybe I'm just a big ol' sinner... but I love expletives!

Curse words, bad words, pejoratives, profanity and obscenities really make language fun. I do realize that obscenities are subtractive to our language. I mean, with so many words to describe a situation, why use one of 10 overused profanities and assign it to every type of situation? But that could also be an argument for obscenities- they are malleable in any situation. Hmmm?

Well, for one thing, I think expletives show emphasis. Yes. They f-ing do!

There's also the "bad" element to using curse words. Everyone loves to be bad, right? Break the rules a little? All our lives we are told by authority figures not to curse, so when we finally have control over our words, why not?

I would also argue that using expletives is extremely cathartic. This may be the ultimate reason that tend to love them so. If something terrible happens, you almost always feel better if you shout out quite loudly "Sh**! F**k! Da**it!".

It just feels good

While the cat's away...

So, I'm officially home alone for a couple of days. Jason went on his school camping trip that he goes on every now and then for an Outdoor Education class at his high school. Why anyone would want to go camping with high school kids is beyond me, but whatever floats your boat, right?

Anyway, I'm home alone! It's really fun to be home alone. I get to do all the things that I feel weird about doing when Jason is home like deep condition my hair and walk around with it in for like 20 minutes, make myself extravagant dinners and drink wine alone while looking at magazines, watch 4 episode of Gossip Girl in a row, play dress up in my clothes and pretend to be in Gossip Girl, and let Edie sleep in the bed all night long. For those of us who are quite proficient in our Sex and the City vocabulary, these are called "secret single behaviors". I am not single, nor do I want to be, at all- yuck, but sometimes a girl needs her "me" time.

BUT, as Kevin McCallister learned in Home Alone, being home alone is only fun for, like, a day. Who's going to get the robbers if your all by yourself, Kevin?

Last night, there was a really scary thunder storm and all I could think as Edie and I cuddled in close was "Jason, come home".

trinity withdrawal

I spent my morning scrolling through Carrie and Bekah's Facebook pictures. Tap, Tap, Tap... Oh, how I miss the trinity. I relived many of our adventures through image. Sometimes, I'd pretend like you were there. I'd say "ha ha...Remember that? That was so fun." or "Wow, you look great in that picture." or "Why does my face look stupid in that one?" But you didn't respond, and then I realized that I'd been on Facebook for an hour.

My finger hurts.

Yoga Dog!

So, each morning...well, most mornings, I do my yoga practice before I go off into the dreaded world. It all started when I was marathon training and felt the need to just stretch more. I'd been trying to incorporate a steady yoga routine in my life for... uh..8 years... but just couldn't seem to get my ass out of bed in the mornings, and two or three times a week just wasn't enough at a certain point. So, I started. I just did it! Back in August, I started setting my alarm 30 min. earlier each day, getting up and doing my practice. Most days Edie and Viktor use this as an opportunity to steal the bed and marinate themselves in my sleep juices.

However, on this particular day, Edie thought it was time for her to begin her daily practice as well.

ponytail anxiety

Spring has sprung! Warm weather is here! Which means...ponytails!

I have some apprehension and anxiety surrounding the ponytail. I don't know why. Maybe its because my mom, who only ever told me if I looked 'beautiful' or 'trashy', always told me I look better with my hair down. Maybe I'm remembering the pain of carrying around the weight of a large mass at the back of my head constantly pulling down, ouch. Maybe I'm just worried about looking a little too much like a man. Or, maybe this says something about my deep rooted need not to be tied down or back, rather.

I know that the ponytail can be done well. There are hundreds of millions of thousands of women who may even argue that the ponytail is better than the hair down look, but I just don't know. Of course, I understand the functionality of the ponytail- get hair out of face. Yes, and I employ the ponytail quite often for its purpose. But when it comes to ponytail for styles purpose, I just can't seem to go there.

There are many ways to wear a ponytail- low down and classy, high and sporty, middle and cheerleader, purposefully messy, or dreadfully slicked down. Maybe I just need to keep at it until I find my ponytail niche. That may be my ultimate problem though- Ugh...the thought of having to work at anything that hard makes me exhausted and it seems like a misdirection of energy and care. I may just continue to wear my hair down for eternity. Wild and free. I may even stop brushing it altogether. How do you like that?

race face

Today, I ran a race! Yes, a 1/2 marathon. 13.1 miles for those who don't know. It was a blast.

After stuffing our faces with massive amounts of mediocre "Italian" food at the Olive Garden, Carrie, Jason and I passed out at the Shell Island Resort in Wrightsville Beach, NC. We were only to awaken at 4:30 am wondering if we were ever going to see the mediocre Italian food again before the race began (you know what I mean...). We were then met by Jessica (Jason's little sister, who has recently has jumped aboard the running train) and headed for the start of the race. It was dark. We almost caused a riot by accidentally jumping ahead in the port-a-potty line. And, then...BANG... we were off!

We ran! We talked! And after, woah, we ate A LOT! It was really fun. I think the best part was watching the sun rise while running and chatting with my sister.

We all finished and we all set personal best times for ourselves (official time results can be seen here) and a special shout out goes to Jessica who finished her first half marathon in under her estimated time limit. Go Jess!

Pictured, you will see Carrie (with Jennifer Aniston arms) and I (with creepy cracked out smile) about .30 mile away from finish. Smiling and definitely happy. I've just resolved myself to the fact that no picture of me running will ever look great. All that really matters is that we had a great time and are happy with our accomplishment. Yay!