December 2010
19 posts
Raining ice and lack of salt.
Day #365: Out of all of the days this year that would have made for an inside-worthy run, i should have chosen you. But do i listen? Of course not…
Pom poms and the axtel hillbillies.
Never thought i’d say this, but go baylor?? {en route to the bowl game. i’ve already witnessed 2 dead armadillo, plenty of people rockin’ cowboy boots, 1 massive dale earnhardt jr. poster plastered to the side of a house, a peacock, and someone in a parka (57 degree weather…interesting choice of attire). sites to see with the people i love. life is good. ♥ }
"It's a toss up..."
A 13 hour car ride with a few 5 minute stops and a mandate placed on liquid consumption or taking my chances on a flight being surrounded by screaming infants and people that would be of zero help on the Lost island? I may have to flip a coin on this one…
.love.love.love.
.one.hundred.percent.content. {luke 2:1-20}
Rx.
Homemade chicken chili. in bed by 10:30 pm. preventative advil. a mid-morning run in the snow which feels like a pillow for your knees. I don’t even know why people go to med school.
“Unicorns are kinda cool, but my favorite mythical character is probably...”
– Yours truely in response to every Lebron James comment/photo/commercial/game/interview ever.
Hymnals and offering plates.
Lesson learned in church this morning, “Running is for people who don’t have friends.” Point taken. Also, wearing extra layers in case they turn on the air conditioning, which is definitely an interesting concept in an Iowa winter? Never a bad idea.
“Oh hey, christmas break! I’m sorry finals caught my attention for a brief...”
– Me (plus a brain dead EMG reading)
Zero makeup? Yup, it's finals week.
I’m pretty sure “hot mess” is just a fancy way of saying “disheveled”. So, i’ve got that going for me. {.threefinalsdown.onetogo.}
Z's and appliance confusion.
On a scale from 1 to sleep deprived: how do i categorize sticking a full ice cube tray onto a book shelf?
Nutrition and dead week.
Life lesson #567: it’s never too early for ice cream. especially when you know you’re going to be shoving information into your brain for the next five days straight. On second thought…make that a double, please and thank you.
Screaming infants and enclosed spaces.
Billion dollar idea: Child-cancelling headphones.
Lists and menopause.
Two things:
1. A 13 miler in shorts. In the middle of december. Yes, please.
2. My ability to get some rockin’ awesome tanlines. In the matter of an hour and 34 minutes. Umm. What. Loving the hot flashes, mother nature. Loving them.
“Hey. Umm. Urban Meyer? We need to chat…”
– yes, yes i am leaving a voicemail
Wind chill and misery.
Oh, it’s ok, Iowa. I really didn’t need to feel my face today.
Medicine and mouse clicks.
The best thing about the internet is that a mysterious arm lump that is probably just a bruise can be diagnosed as terminal cancer in the matter of minutes.
Wishful thinking and negotiating tactics.
Mamacita: Janel, what do you want for Christmas?
Me: A great dane and a ticket to New Zealand.
Mamcita: Ehh try again.
Me: A 4.0 without studying and a lifetime supply of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Mamacita: Uhh, ok. Getting closer, but I don't think that will fit down the chimney.
Me: Running shoes and giftcards?
Mamcita: Much better.
Social IQ.
Reason #357 not to be awkward in public: google maps might be flying overhead taking pictures. That is all.
Hi, my name is Janel and I...
Oh, what’s that? You’re tired of hearing about brett favre? There’s a support group for that, and it’s called EVERYBODY.