Sometimes I think that I will have lots of time to do this when I start working full time. But part of me still has to wonder how I managed to sink so far into credit card debt in just three years after graduating from college debt-free. It makes me feel terrible.
6:45 2k and dropping.
Goal is now to break 6:40 by the time I retire.
I always said if I do it, I’m getting it tattooed on my ass. Better start looking for a cool font now…
We are thinking about committing to the Rehoboth Beach marathon in Delaware this November… nervous but excited. Glad that the other two women I’m running with are interested in doing a smaller race for our first marathon together.
I visited North Cascades National Park for the first time in September. I did two different hikes while I was there: Thorton Lakes (without the Trapper’s Peak hike, as it was cloudy the morning we were in), and Sahale Arm. Both were beautiful. Sahale was considerably more strenuous than Thorton, especially in poor weather.
Would definitely go back and spend a lot more time in this park, the weather was very tolerable and there was a lot to see. People we met in the park on our hikes were also really interesting and friendly.
Total now at 16.
I made it.
That and I’ve advanced through my event so that I will be racing in the Olympic Final on August 16th, to be in medal contention.
The experience has been absolutely wonderful, and everything that I could have hoped for.
The hard work is totally worth it.
Best to all the hopefuls out there.
2007 No Country for Old Men
2006 The Departed
2005 Crash
2004 Million Dollar Baby
2003 Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, The
2002 Chicago
2001 Beautiful Mind, A
2000 Gladiator
1999 American Beauty
1998 Shakespeare in Love
1997 Titanic
1996 English Patient, The
1995 Braveheart
1994 Forrest Gump
1993 Schindler’s List
1992 Unforgiven
1991 Silence of the Lambs
1990 Dances with Wolves
1989 Driving Miss Daisy
1988 Rain Man
1987 Last Emperor, The
1986 Platoon
1985 Out of Africa
1984 Amadeus
1983 Terms of Endearment
1982 Gandhi
1981 Chariots of Fire
1980 Ordinary People
1979 Kramer vs. Kramer,
1978 Deer Hunter, The
1977 Annie Hall
1976 Rocky
1975 One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
1974 Godfather: Part II, The
1973 Sting, The
1972 Godfather, The
1971 French Connection, The
1970 Patton
1969 Midnight Cowboy
1968 Oliver!
1967 In the Heat of the Night
1966 Man for All Seasons, A
1965 Sound of Music
1964 My Fair Lady
1963 Tom Jones
1962 Lawrence of Arabia
1961 West Side Story
1960 Apartment, The
1959 Ben-Hur
1958 Gigi
1957 Bridge on the River Kwai, The
1956 Around the World in 80 Days
1955 Marty
1954 On the Waterfront
1953 From Here to Eternity
1952 Greatest Show on Earth, The
1951 American in Paris, An
1950 All About Eve
1949 All the King’s Men
1948 Hamlet
1947 Gentleman’s Agreement
1946 Best Years of Our LIves, The
1945 Lost Weekend, The,
1944 Going My Way
1943 Casablanca
1942 Mrs. Miniver
1941 How Green Was My Valley
1940 Rebecca
1939 Gone with the Wind
1938 You Can’t Take It with You
1937 Life of Emile Zola, The
1936 Great Ziegfeld, The
1935 Mutiny on the Bounty
1934 It Happened One Night
1933 Cavalcade
1932 Grand Hotel
1931 Cimarron
1930 All Quiet on the Western Front
1929 Broadway Melody, The
1927 Wings
I rescued this little guy from the side of the road one day in Pitman, NJ. It is a four-drawer cutie with little flower embellishments on the legs.
It was mostly yellow then, and looked like it had sustained some notable water damage that had destroyed the veneer in a few places. It’s missing a few chunks out of the top molding and has cost me an entire bottle of paint stripping gel (with about half the dresser yet to go). There was a lot of paint on this thing.
And the damn thing wobbles and the drawers stick, but I refuse to give up. I am not going to strip and revarnish because of how much patching and filling I’m going to end up doing with the cracks and dents and destroyed veneer. I’ll probably just go with paint. But when it’s done.. it’s going to be worth it. I think.
I got a quilting instruction book for Xmas two years ago, and it is a great starting point and reference for me. I have very little sewing experience period, let alone quilting.
I have my own small sewing machine that I am intending on using for my first project—I have all of my thread and fabric, but I waited on the batting (good thing too) since it’s been almost a year since I bought the supplies.
I can’t wait to get it started, hopefully this summer! I’d like to send it to my little sister as a belated graduation gift.
I don’t think I’ll ever work up past small livestock but there are a few things I’d like to accomplish on my hobby farm:
Beekeeping
Fruit and nut orchard
Vegetable garden
Berry patch
Chickens
Sheep or goats (+1 llama)
Small (very small) flower garden
All this might end up being a full-time job though, so I hope to marry well :) I want my kids to be active and involved and excited about being outside and not embarrassed of crazy Mom the Bee Lady (I promise not to wear the beekeeper’s suit when your friends are over…no promises on the goats). With all of this comes a lot of other skills to learn…canning and preserving, pest control etc. But I want to really take ownership of and work with my home and my community—I think this is one way to do that. I have a lot of interest in the idea of “permaculture” and sustainable agriculture (a’la Michael Pollan) but I don’t think I want to commit to larger livestock like cattle and pigs.
I am currently 24 years old, and have visited the following parks:
Arches
Badlands
Bryce Canyon
Canyonlands
Capitol Reef
Carlsbad Caverns
Glacier
Grand Canyon
Grand Teton
Joshua Tree
Olympic
Rocky Mountain
Theodore Roosevelt (ND)
Yellowstone
Zion
The only park I have visited in the past year is Joshua Tree. I’d like to get at least one more on the list by the end of this year…probably Shenandoah since I’m living in New Jersey now.
This is a goal that will always be on my list, since I approach every test with the intention of PRing.
The next steps are to get under 22:00 and 6:50.
Just returned from the USOC’s Olympic Ambassador Program held in San Francisco, California. The entirety of the men’s and women’s sweep and scull teams attended this conference alongside synchronized swimmers, pentathletes, weightlifters, boxers, soccer players, water polo players, softball players, wrestlers, and others. We all came together for a colossal meeting of older adults telling us how not to be an idiot at the Olympics.
I didn’t feel like I got all that much out of the conference except having to travel and sit in uncomfortable chairs for all of my day off; though I did enjoy getting to meet other athletes. In large part I felt a little uncomfortable undergoing training that is meant for delegates-as I’m still only a hopeful-the feeling of prematurity was really bothersome throughout the weekend. Since our selection isn’t finalized until the end of June, there is still a lot of time for me to not make the team or for something else to potentially go wrong. I feel like the conference would have been much more useful had it been scheduled for a time following our selection so only delegates had to attend.
I am currently training with the US Women’s rowing team at the Olympic Training Center in Chula Vista, CA. We are beginning the long and arduous selection process leading up to the declaration of the 2008 Beijing delegation.
I am still young and have only been with the group for a year and a half, but our group is all very close and we all bring unique and dynamic things to the team. In my opinion there is nothing barring any of us from being selected to compete in China this summer.
Oh dear, progress has been slow. I haven’t progressed past disc 2, though I know it inside and out (my favorite part is when Anne Dupuis scoldingly says “Alain!” after Alain confirms with her that Wednesday is not, in fact, part of le weekend).
Silly Alain.
To the Love of my Life:
I had to write you this letter to tell you that you are no longer the one that I love the most. I have written page upon page about the burning, the aching, and the longing that have hung over me for the past many months, all as a result of you. You and your charm, your absence, and your dervish eyes. I burned for you as brightly, perhaps, as I ever have. Night after night, like a moth to the moon. Fluttering. And now, finally, the light has gone out.
I suppose I should thank you for that. It was your coldness, your unwillingness to give me what it was that I wanted that led me to fall away. To fall out. And though I hate you now more vehemently than I ever have, and I will hate you for a while yet, I cannot help but feel some small sense of gratitude for the sweet release I will finally have now that I do not love you anymore.
Because in that gratitude is the return of my sense of self, battered and bruised as it may be, dragging….crawling back to its rightful place at my helm. I won’t let you control me anymore, you don’t deserve it and my body won’t stand for it. The pain in my hands, and in my feet, slowly creeping into my limbs may finally subside, now that I’m ridding myself of this parasitic love. You won’t be able to destroy me from the inside out any longer. I won’t let you.
For all the faults I thought we shared, that I thought were benign to our friendship were, in fact, rotting us—no, me. I feel I am the damned shell of love’s corpse, filtered and pilfered long ago. You were always wrong. Always. I can’t say now why I held on this long. But you are miserable, and you made me hate the person I had become. So now, for that, I hate you too.
Keep the light out. Don’t bother coming back to turn it on. I will have enough to do in repairing my bruised intuition, my ego, my trust, my faith, and my very Self. You’ve done enough damage to last me for a lifetime, so I don’t care what you do or where you go, as long as I don’t have to hear a thing about it, or ever see you again. I do regret that we will never surface from this endless sea of things, to discover what may have, perhaps, lain above the surface. Lungs bursting, we will always remain below its icy depths.
So it is. And so it will remain.
We were always damned.
—XX
I wached WOZ and listened to DSotM once with a good friend of mine who is a classic rock fanatic. He had already done the combo before our screening, and was fairly well-prepared to point out commonalities and coincidences to me as they occurred. Without him there as a guide, I definitely wouldn’t have gotten as much out of it, and though I love the album solo, it wouldn’t have been worth it.
I also think that substance consumption before your screening would be a wise addition to your evening. And I don’t mean alcohol.
Every university is different, and there are undoubtedly thousands of different opportuntities for scholarship awards, for doing anything from volunteering to painting, to medical research.
I received the surprise of my life the day I was awarded a full-scholarship through the University of Washington’s athletic department. I was a walk-on athlete with the rowing program in my second year of the sport with no prior experience. Through hard work, leadership and dedication to my team I was given a three-year full scholarship that allowed me to exhaust my athletic eligibility, travel and represent my university, attend an out-of-state university, and ascend to the highest levels of elite international competition within my sport.
Coming out of high school I never anticipated that I would have the potential to play Division I sports, let alone be awarded a scholarship. However, women’s rowing is the fastest growing collegiate sport in the U.S., and opportunities for young women like myself are springing up all over the country, all the time.
I’ve always figured that getting married in white is pretty typical… but also for those who have upheld the Judeo-Christian tradition of celibacy before marriage.
Since I clearly haven’t, and I celebrate that fact… AND a woman’s wedding day is the one day in her life that no one gets to look better than her or tell her what to do—why shouldn’t I have the dress that I want?
Red sateen—but a brick or Indian red (muted with brown) with orange lining. Strapless, and a train to end all trains. I won’t be getting married in a church since I’m not a religious person, so the moral complications shouldn’t really be an issue.
I don’t care much about any other colors in the wedding, the dress is what matters.
You have been hanging over my head, and lurking in the back of my consciousness for over a year, now. I wake up in the mornings, and my hands ache…worse now than ever before. The joints in my knuckles creak and crack, and I can feel the tendons straining over the bone as I flex them open, closed. Open, closed.
It has been clear to me for a long time that I can’t keep holding on to you. I don’t know why I haven’t wanted to let you go, but I know it’s time to try harder. Time hasn’t worked its part in this release, but I’m hoping that I can persuade it to come around, and that it will come to be my ally.
I know you’ve never loved me. I’ve never had that to hold on to, so whatever it is I try to keep at night in tightened fists, leaving me broken and crippled in the mornings can’t keep up like this. My hands are too tired to try and hold on to the shadows of memories of you anymore.
