Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Weekend Update...

Memorial Day came and went without a hitch. I found myself in St. George, running my very first 10K race! When I started training for the half marathon, I thought I ought to inch my way there (of course, the training would be gradual, but mentally, I needed to run a race longer than a 5K before the "big one") and started looking for 10K's in the area. Finding none, I decided I would be okay, but when I ran the SLC Marathon 5K, there was an ad for a 10K associated with the Washington County Medieval Faire and I immediately decided I wanted to run it. Tiffanie was supposed to come with me, but due to extenuating circumstances (and her having the absolute worst day ever) I ended up going with Eric instead. We stayed in a trashy hotel and woke up at the crack of dawn, but I ended up finishing with a time of 1H 1M for the 6.2 miles. I was beaming with pride...or maybe that's just sweat...We rushed home from St. George and I crashed (right around 6:00 pm - barely able to stay awake during the drive) and managed to sleep for a total of about 12 hours that night. Did I feel guilty? Not at all.

Sunday I went down to my parents' to sleep over, making the rash decision to run the Harrington Memorial 5K in American Fork on Monday morning. This time I suckered Ethan into running with me. He's my little brother, and runs the 400m in track. I was astonished when we crossed the finish line within about 10 seconds of each other. And to think that I was the one who pushed him to beat a 30 minute finish time. Paul and Marianne ran it with us, as well as Marianne's lightning fast little sisters, and her parents.

The remainder of the holiday couldn't have been better spent. I made a pasta salad for the BBQ that evening, and then retreated to my dad's hammock in the back yard. My face was perfectly shaded, and my legs were perfectly sunned, and I spent the afternoon reading and napping.

I came to the conclusion that all weekends should be four day weekends. Perhaps I should plan a move to France...

Monday, May 18, 2009

Random Encounters at the Old Navy

He was meandering around the men's underwear when he began to eavesdrop on their conversation: "Part of me really thinks I need one of these shirts to wear to the Walk events this year. They're pretty cool!" He mentioned he liked the Superman one, and asked exactly what she was referring to. "I work for a non-profit and our theme this year is 'Be a Hero, Find a Cure' and these would mesh perfectly!" "Oh, that's cool. Go with Superman."

She shrugged off the encounter, and continued with her friend towards the "main event." Lynsey had gotten a 25% off coupon from a co-worker, and they fully intended to splurge on swimwear that evening. There were numerous styles, colors, and cuts, some of which only porn stars could wear, but she found a cute black and white ruffled, gingham duo, which she fancied, and noted that they didn't have her size. She walked up to the nearest store attendant and asked if they had any more in back. He went to look and she wandered further over into the women's section, when she saw the gentleman with whom she had previously conversed that evening. He came up to her and asked if he could ask her a strange question. Always up for answering those, she said "yes," tainted with a hint of intrigue. "My friend just got a phone call from a talk show, telling him that he had a secret admirer. If it was you, would you go?"

Puzzled by the query (and why he would ask her), she asked, instinctively, "What talk show?" He didn't know, but she said she would likely go, out of sheer morbid curiosity. He seemed satisfied with that response and confidently asked her name. "Stacey. Yours?" "Jeff."

After chit-chatting and small talking for a few moments longer, he got her number, asked her if she would like to go for coffee ("I don't drink coffee," she replied), then, for ice cream, took his cue to leave, and he was gone. Stacey and Lynsey continued about their shopping, puzzled about the whole encounter, when the first text message arrived (not ten minutes after he left). "Hi it's Jeff from Old Navy. Would you like to go get ice cream sometime?" How's that for striking while the iron's hot?? "Sure. When?" she replied. "Monday works for me." She pushed him to Thursday, thinking she could maybe think of some way to bail on him before then. He agreed to Thursday at 7:30, and the texting stopped.

At the conclusion of the evening, Stacey commented to Lynsey that she needed to ice her knees on Sunday. She would stop at the Smiths on the way home and grab some (along with a load of other crap she thought up while making a list). She was almost done, but just needed some salad for her dinner alone on Sunday. She turned the corner to the produce section where she spotted him again. She accused him of stalking her, and he said the same to her. He noted that two "meet-cutes" in one night was a sign and that they needed to bump their ice cream date up from Thursday at 7:30 to right now. She had eggs and frozen peas that needed to be kept cold, so she used that as her argument to wait. He offered to allow her to go home, properly refrigerate, and go from there. She explained how to get to her house, and he offered to drive her there, drop her groceries off, and take her back to her car once the outing was done. She reluctantly agreed, thinking that now she wouldn't have to worry about Thursday.

They arrived at the Iceberg a short 15 minutes before closing time. They sat in the car, enjoying their shakes and listening to music (a shared passion, they discovered). He mentioned that he used to rap (yes, like 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg, and Eminem, alike) and offered to rap for her if she would sing along to one of the songs. He introduced her to what he called "intelligent rap" (tells a story and includes strings), and mocked her love for the Mayer. She never did sing along (silently knowing that she doesn't hide her dislike for things well), so he offered an alternative to singing along. She could kiss him on the cheek. Disliking both of her options, she hoped he would forget by the time they pulled up next to her car in the Smiths parking lot. He gave her one more chance to sing along, which she denied. He turned his face towards hers, indicating for her to kiss his cheek. She looked him square in the eye and said "If you turn your head, so help me, I will slap you." "Well, then," he replied, "you'd better just go."

She thanked him for the shake, hopped in her car, and drove home. "Here's to a random encounter," she thought, "and not having to wonder what might have been."

Monday, May 11, 2009

Suspicions Confirmed

So, while composing my last post, I had so much fun with the BabyMaker that I decided to do a little experiment. Turns out, we would have cute kids. Soulmates? I THINK SO!

Exhibit A:
(I call him "Johncey")
Exhibit B:
(I call this little lady the "Anti Maniston")
Now my suspicions are completely confirmed. The Mayer and I would definitely make the most beautiful babies. Now if only I could get him to realize that...

Match Made in another 15-20 Years

Meet Ethan:
Ethan is one of my favorite kids with diabetes. Don't you think he kinda resembles Bon Jovi? Many have told me I'm crazy for seeing this resemblance, but I think it's there. Well, mostly Ethan's mom, Tiburon, is one of my favorite people in the chapter (and don't get jealous - I have a lot of favorites around these parts). . The saddest thing is, he's broken his elbow, and now he's out for the baseball season because he has to have surgery...let's all say it together, "POOR Ethan!"

So I wondered what I could do to cheer him up.

Enter Sydney:
Syd is now one of my favorite girly girls from JDRF. Her mom, Shamae, is pretty much 'da bomb, and one of my new best friends. Isn't she such a beauty (not to mention, has a FAB taste in movies)?? Well, one time Shamae mentioned to me that Syd thought Ethan was cute (Shamae has a bit of an addiction for blog stalking, and stumbled across Tib's blog with the help of yours truly), so I thought I'd try something out. In my opinion, Syd could put a smile on Charlie Chaplin...

In 15 years when I set these two up (I will be 40 and bored out of my mind...much like all the peeps trying to set me up these days), they will fall madly in love, get married and make babies together. THIS is what they will look like: maybe two FAB looking kids don't make the most beautiful baby. You just wait til baby Bon Jovi grows up!

Friday, May 8, 2009

8 Things Tag

8 Things I'm looking forward to.....
  1. The weekend (minus the 9 miles I have to run tomorrow)
  2. The half marathon being over
  3. My student loan being paid off
  4. Getting married (well, I would settle for a steady beau, but let's face it, it's the elephant in the room...)
  5. The Grey's 2 hour finale next Thursday
  6. Getting a new car...
  7. Raising another million dollars for diabetes research this year (care to help?)
  8. No Doubt & Paramore, together on Memorial Day...yay for BOGO tickets! Wanna come??
8 Things I Did Yesterday......
  1. Worked
  2. Lunch @ Rio Grande
  3. Ran 2 miles
  4. Showered FAST
  5. Got cracked by the chiro (is that politically correct, Mandy?)
  6. Watched Grey's in the front room
  7. Watched Grey's on DVD in bed
  8. Fell into a silent slumber
8 Things I Wish I could Do.....
  1. Cook (baking doesn't count as "cooking")
  2. Run without being in pain
  3. Find a cure for diabetes MYSELF!
  4. Raise an extra $50,000 by June 30th
  5. Go on vacation
  6. Sleep through the night without having to get up to pee
  7. Be crafty like my sissy
  8. Read more without falling asleep
8 Shows I Watch.....
  1. Grey's Anatomy
  2. American Idol
  3. Ace of Cakes
  4. The Soup
  5. One Tree Hill
  6. Gossip Girl
  7. Friends (syndicated AND DVD)
  8. (anxiously awaiting the return of) So You Think You Can Dance!
8 People I Want To Read 8 Things About.....
  1. Leigh
  2. Ashlee Mc
  3. Ashlee G
  4. Lynsey
  5. Tiffanie
  6. Krista
  7. Cassie
  8. Breanna

Thursday, May 7, 2009

All the Things I SHOULD Have Learned...

I'd like to say that God blessed me with the wisdom to absorb my mother's personality characteristics. I'd like to say that I've grown with grace and poise into the woman I am today because I mimicked my mother my whole life. I'd like to say that I am half the woman that my mother is. But I can't. God blessed me with sufficient stupidity to not love or acknowledge the fabulous traits of my mother while I was young and impressionable. Constantly, through my tumultuous years of youth, members of my ward would remark at how fabulous my mom was; how beautiful she was; how talented she was. Even better was when they would compare me to her. I would scoff at the comments, never identifying with what I now realize was one of the best compliments someone could ever pay me.

Because I'm now an independent woman, and no longer live with my mother (a blessing to both of us) I now realize how lucky I am to have been born to the mother I was. I hope to preempt all the "Mother Tribute" blog posts that I know are forthcoming to the world of blogdom (especially since her birthday is also this weekend) I present...

Top 10 Things I Should Have Learned From My Mother*
*While I was still in close enough proximity for them to rub off on me
  1. My mom has more patience in her little toe than I have in my whole body. No matter of proximity could infuse this virtue in me. Even when I was being a little s*** (which was most of the time), my mom handled the situation so well. When I "grew up" and moved back into my parents' house, and I knew just which buttons to push, she still acted with so much presence of mind when I all but pushed her over the edge.
  2. My mom has learned how to mother me through years of hands-on experience. There was a time when I really thought that God gave me a mother who had no idea how to deal with me. Then I realized that we are all blessed with our own challenges - and I was one of my mom's (and for that reason, I wouldn't have changed a thing about my "nurturing years").
  3. My mom is crafty from head to toe. While I have a lot of "projects," I could never piece a quilt, knit a baby sweater, sew a prom dress, or reupholster a chair. She patiently offers guidance to me as I clumsily muddle my way through a sheath dress (which, by the way, I get loads of compliments on) or a duvet cover, and gushes compliments once I finally finish, surely with hopes that next project, I will have more confidence to work alone.
  4. My mom can kick my butt in NERTS. She has tried to impart her mad skillzzz with this game, and I was quick to learn, but either she greases her fingers and rigs her deck (which is impossible since we shuffle and deal for each other), or she really is just that MAD talented (and she harnesses that talent without the use of profanity, a skill I have yet to master)!
  5. My mom has a garden that yields viable produce! Broccoli from the garden is one of my favorite "treats." There are times when I go home on a Saturday, and find my mom in the garden, weeding her little heart out. She is a green thumb extraordinaire.
  6. My mom knows the value of hard work. Fortunately, this one did rub off on me a little (and all my siblings). One thing that McAllisters can be counted on for is a stellar work ethic. For this I am incredibly thankful (and so are my employers). Growing up I would witness my parents working side by side, a characteristic I want in my own marriage someday. Some of the projects I remember specifically are: the sprinkler system, the backyard fence, tiling the kitchen and front entry, laying the railroad ties for the garden, and finishing the basement.
  7. My mom knows that kids will be kids, and sometimes fighting is a necessary part of growing up. There was a time I distinctly remember when Paul and I were fighting, rather violently for pre-teens, and mom told us to go outside. I recall thinking, "Paul could really beat me up if he wanted to...and if we go outside, no one will be there to stop him." We went out on the front porch, threw a few punches, and realized that it was comical that we were sent to the porch to finish the fight. The encounter ended in laughter. Oh how wise she was...
  8. My mom knows how to have fun. Fortunately, again, I did learn this as well. I can always count on a good laugh when I go home, especially when we make Ethan sing the mockingbird song. Ask my mom about it...she'll probably burst into hysterics just thinking about it.
  9. My mom loves my dad. I haven't had the chance to exhibit this trait, as I'm still single, but I hope that because of my parents' relationship, I will also be in love with my husband nearly 30 years into marriage. There were a handful of times, as a child, when I would think, "I hope my parents don't get divorced." Living outside Utah, where I was the only LDS child in my school, I had a lot of friends with divorced parents. I couldn't imagine anything worse. Luckily that's never been an option for my parents, and I've had a fantastic example of what marriage is all about.
  10. My mom has her eyes so sharply fixed on eternity and is willing to sacrifice anything to get there. I have always been fairly "religiously-challenged." Or perhaps you could say I don't always have the faith necessary to do all the things asked by our church leaders. My mom, however, has always had the laser focus and the desire to "be good." This example has stuck with me through my "grown up" years, and I have grown to love that about my mom.
So, for most of my 26 years of existence I went through life ignorant to the "total package" I had as a mother. I hope I can continue to learn from her expertise and her life experience. People still tell me how fabulous my mom is - now I just nod in agreement and think to myself "And she is mine for eternity. I am one lucky duck."

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Free KFC...again?

Ok, so never did I think I would do two posts on any amount of time, but this deal was way too good to pass up. It's true...Oprah was singing the praises of the new un-grilled line of KFC chicken and she had her very own coupon created for her viewers. Well, I love you all so much that I thought I'd make it available for you. This time it's for a FREE two piece meal! Can you believe it?! Two pieces of chicken, two sides, and a biscuit...FREE! Just visit the new KFC site to download and print your coupon before 9:59 pm (Central time) tomorrow (or today, depending on when you read), and then it can be redeemed by May 19th. Take advantage, peeps. Free food doesn't come around every day.