Jury Duty: Part 2

Note to self: don't order chocolate malts at Dairy Queen. I ate a quiznos sub for lunch but couldn't shake a sweet craving. So I got a chocolate malt at DQ. After the first sip, I knew it tasted weird, but couldn't place the flavor. A couple sips later, my sophisticated dessert palette decided it was a cross between a chocolate shake and beer. mmm, too bad it's not a real beer. JD should come with a couple drink tickets.

Excited about produce

I realize what I am about to say will be inexcusably yuppie, but here goes: I am so psyched that they have a really great selection of heirloom pumpkins at Whole Foods! I just got the October Martha Stewart and there was an awesome spread about all different pumpkins. I love the white ones, but figured they'd be hard to find or overpriced. Nope! They're the same price as the garden variety orange. Wonder what white pumpkin pie tastes like :)

It's the little things, eh?

Jury Duty: Part 1

It's 8:10. I have been at jury duty for 10 minutes. There is already a woman I want to, at the very least, pinch really hard. She has been through jury duty 4 times and has never been picked. She told her husband, Ralph (seriously), that she has had it and she is moving out of Fulton County. She is now talking above the din of 200 other Fulton County residents on her cell phone. She likes to use clichés, like "things have a way of working themselves out." "He's a numbers guy." "I'm over it." "He's top man on the totem poll." We all have a thing we repeat when we can't think of a word; her's is blah blah blah. She thinks it would be a good idea to stop voting so she won't get picked anymore for jury duty. Great attitude. I hope she and her ugly Vera Bradley purse are excused very soon.

Oh, and now she's talking about her colonoscopy, her husband's colonoscopy, and all their friends' colonoscopies. Lovely.

Warning: Running may be hazardous to your ego.

Katie visited me last week and I picked her brain about a few burning running / marathon questions. One of which centered around underwear. I won't go into too much detail, but after the conversation, I decided to just stick with what I've been wearing. Suffice it to say, I wear underwear under running tights. Okay, now that we're established that...

I decided to save some gas this morning by using my long run as my mode of transportation to work (yes, sadly on Saturday) since we have no gas in Atlanta. I am at mile 14 or so, running along a road that has sidewalks the whole way, but a little part was under construction. So I just went around it. Until I got caught. By rebar. You know, those half inch metal rods that are normally really jagged and rusty and a hazard to humans in general? I snagged my pants on a piece that was askew and it snapped me back before I could take another step, and in the process, pulled my pants half way down my thigh, a thrilling show for any passing motorist, I'm sure. Thank god I wear underwear! So I yanked those suckers back up, in the process noticing the two huge holes that now offer extra ventilation on my right hip. Oh, and of course these were my expensive Under Armour tights, not the cheapy Target pair I often wear. But I am happy to report that I only suffered a small scratch on my leg, and I know the whole thing could have turned out very badly. I'm lucky like that I guess.

So the moral of the story is, please always wear panties while running. The town of Sandy Springs, Georgia will thank you.

hmmm...

mommy designs the garbage

I work with several other designers, one of whom has a 10 year old daughter, Taylor. She asked my friend exactly what her job is, so Lauren told her that she designs packaging. Taylor's like, "You mean the part we throw away?" Right. So now when someone asks her what her mom does, "She designs the garbage." So I guess I too design the garbage. And I'm still paying off college loans.

On a happier, less what-the-hell-am-I-doing-with-my-life note, Brett asked me out on a date tonight so we are going out for a fancy dinner, screw the economy. Now you might think that after a fancy dinner, it would be nice to talk a romantic walk or see a movie. Not with my BF. Nope, we are coming straight home to watch the debate! Awwww, I know, you're jealous.

blogging rocks

Thanks to everyone, (C, D, K & A especially) who gave me the best boost this week when I needed it. Isn't it funny how something we slam as being impersonal and artificial (I speak of the internet) can actually act to strengthen relationships instead? Not to be too sappy, but I am constantly amazed by people I meet day to day or have known for years. That is one (of many) of the nice things about getting older. OK, don't want to draw this out too long because I am so not a philosopher, but thanks again, peeps!

Oh, and I discovered last night during a run in 70° weather (thank you, Ike) that Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas" is the most motivational running song ever.

Musical side note: When the ladies and I were on the swim team in HS, I think our favorite psych up song was Right Now by VanHalen. And that was in the days before iTunes, so I actually bought this freaking expensive VanHalen double CD at Northern Music just for that one song. I still remember the smell in there... ANYWAY, did anyone else notice that during the RNC it was the theme song for Cindy McCain's introductory video? Ewww! I was grossed out. Bet VanHalen was, too. Almost as sacriligeous as the peppy remix of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" they played during my pilates class last week. Again, I'm getting old.