Click here for information. It’s not blogworthy as a story, but in a list, well ok.
Five Recent Excuses I’ve used For Not Working Out:
- Sitting around makes me more tired.
- I think it might be, like, fall or something outside.
- This bag of salt and vinegar chips looks lonely.
- All running does is mess up my pedicure.
- Everyone else has such fancy pedometer/music/map/shoe/distance meters. I need one.
Here’s the story:
Ecko is Awesome – that’s right, it’s up to us to decide the fate of#756.
Bonds called him an idiot. Ouch. Now he has no team – bigger ouch!
I told you I was in the stands at the Mariners/Red Sox listening to him booed by thousands when he hit 755. (WTF is up with my Red Sox, btw?)
This is that story.
Here’s the site,
Vote 756 dot com
if you want to vote. I went for “Brand It” because that’s what I feel the situation deserves. It won’t be forgotten. But it could serve as a lesson.
No, snippy, it’s different than the Pats. Just because it is.
About this time last year, I started a blog. And I started doing fun things. With friends. Now, I still have blog, I still do fun things, but my best friends are in Austin, and I am in Seattle.
The biggest weekend that I missed this past 6 months certainly was this past weekend: Austin City Limits. This is my little tribute to the memory. I heard great things about this year from friends and only wish I was there! I went back today and found how I made a schedule, then told you all about
I hope you enjoyed this little flashback. There’s nothing like the real thing, and well, I wasn’t there. But if you must know, here’s a couple peeps you can peruse for stories:
This website, cracked.com, is pretty funny. There are many many lists of things that I would remember and write about if I were smarter. Or at least more resourceful. Or knew how to use the internet. Or…well, you get the idea.
Here’s the list of the 12 Most Ridiculous Similes in Music History for starters.
The album titles list and the bad band names list would be high on MY list of good lists as well.
So one event in our super duper fun week was that we went and shot guns. They actually have ‘Ladies Night’ over at Wade’s Shooting Range… all that sounded to me was unsafe.
(Tangent – Wade’s? In TX, it was Red’s. Are all gun ranges owned by guys with
cool hilarious first names?)
I had never ever shot a gun before. As opposed to the people we went with, that brought their own. Fancy guns too. We had Thai for dinner first. That’ll rev you up- or something.
The guys there basically showed me how to load and cock the thing. And the rest, well, I was supposed to figure out myself. That was a little strange to me. MK and NN and MP were all there to guide me, but the first 9mm that I shot scared the crap out of me. Then the second time, the shell fell down my shirt. Those are hot. I also realized I kept closing my eyes and freaking out a little. So I stopped. I felt like a giant wuss. MK went to get me a smaller caliber gun. NN decided to let me shoot a bigger gun. I did it. It was hilarious to see MK come back with a .22 (smaller gun) and I’m in there shooting a .45 (bigger gun). He was confused.
For whatever reason, the .45 was much easier to shoot. Less kickback or something. The best part was getting the body target. NN drew a mean face and made it so the ‘body’ was giving us the finger, so I would hit it. I actually got the guy right in the heart, over and over…and over. I was a pretty good shot with the little gun.
Other than that, what I learned was that every woman (and man for that matter) should go shoot a gun, in case they might ever need to, so they don’t freak out in a real life situation. I kept imagining real life situations where I’d be shooting – much to the dismay of the hardcore mean chick that kept rolling her eyes at me. She apparently shoots for ‘recreation’. Whatever. I shoot to LIVE lady.
This is me shooting:
This is the other big gun I shot:
This is the giant gun I did NOT shoot:
Since there are so many things that I’ve done this week and want to share with you, I started with the easiest – the individual pictures. We spend most of the first of NN’s day in Seattle doing the ‘touristy’ stuff.
Here’s my favorite that I’ve ever taken at the Fremont Troll:
And here’s a good one of the Pike’s Place Fish Mongers:
The Space Needle at night from my roof:
And a wind surfer over at Alki Beach:
As usual, these will get bigger if you click on them!
Tiger stripes, that’s sort of what this looks like:
It was kind of hard to get a good picture, because, well, it’s me, and I can’t sit still and you can’t see it head on, but trust me, I am a tiger now. It’s what I’ve always wanted and could never convince a hair stylist to do. Which for a girl should be a warning sign, but acceptable culture aside, I love my new look. It dulls the pain of the hairdo I mentioned here, by drawing your attention to color instead of cut. I think I’m a genius.