Archive for January, 2010

As has become kind of a tradition around here, I have another Friday video for you. But not because I’m cranky this time – I’m actually in a great mood, and pretty excited for the weekend. No, this video is just because I care. Because some friends shared it with me and I believe in paying it forward.


Side note: If you find Crank Yankers offensive, well, then, this video probably definitely isn’t for you. Also, if you do watch…maybe close your office door/use headphones.

And a little bonus, in case you can’t get enough of Spoony:

The ho message? Or the whole message?

Happy weekend!

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I didn’t used to watch a lot of TV. That is, I didn’t have that many TV shows that I had to see each week. I had a kind of on-again, off-again relationship with Grey’s Anatomy, but it wasn’t serious.

And then came It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. And then The League. And Community. (What is it about Thursday nights?) But I was still okay. While those are all quality programs, they also don’t require a whole lot of concentration or outside contemplation.

Then, just the other week, I started watching 24. I’d seen a couple episodes before, but starting from the beginning of the season this time hooked me. And I was hooked in a sit-on-the-edge-of-my-seat, must-pay-attention-lest-I-miss-something sort of way. And I tried to catch up on past seasons by reading recaps on Wikipedia. Because I’m not that invested that I care if past surprises are spoiled. I know I won’t watch all the previous episodes, so why not just try to have a general understanding?

Enter Lost.

Now, I know that I’m way late to the game on this one. And I probably wouldn’t have gotten sucked in, except for one little thing: we caught a repeat of the season five finale the other night, complete with pop-up-video-esque explanatory subtitles. So it didn’t matter that I didn’t have all the background. It was like a crash course.

After it was over, I had to watch the pilot – just to see how it started. And really, that’s all it took.

I borrowed season one and ended up watching, oh, about six episodes last night. Six! I don’t actually have that kind of time!

Laundry needed to be folded; dishes needed to be washed; the apartment needed to be vacuumed…but Lost isn’t the kind of show I feel I can multi-task during. And that says a lot. (I consider myself an excellent multi-tasker.) I just really want to know how the story unfolds.

You’d think I’d do the same thing I did with 24. I’d go to Wiki, read some recaps, and be semi-adequately prepared for the season six premiere on Tuesday. But, somehow, I just can’t bring myself to do it. A recap wouldn’t do it justice.

Which means that I’ll be going through all 103 episodes (well, 95 left now), hour by hour, slowly but surely. Because that’s just the way it has to be done.

I estimate it’ll take about a month.

I’ll see you in March.

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I have a new goal for this year. Actually, I’m giving it a year, but I have no idea how long it will take. Or if I can even do it. But I’m going to try.

I want to teach myself to be ambidextrous.

There’s a train of thought here, I promise.

The other day I was doing an exercise to help my shin splints that involves using your foot to trace the alphabet in the air, and I realized that it was so much easier with my right foot than my left foot. And then I thought, well, I guess that makes sense, considering I’m right-handed. My right side would be stronger.

But it doesn’t have to be.

I started wondering if I could train myself to be ambidextrous. What if, for an hour or so every day at work, I tried to use my left hand instead of my right? I could switch my mousepad to the other side of my keyboard. I could write my notes with my left hand (of course, not if I’m in a hurry).

Or, at home – brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, eating – could I train myself to do those things left-handed? (For the record, I have, on occasion, tried the brushing. Hair – easy peasy. Teeth – so awkward with the left. Eating….well, that’s just a recipe for disaster.)

So, I’m going to give it a shot. To be honest, I don’t really know that using my left hand will ever be absolutely necessary unless, you know, I break my right arm or something (and I’ve never broken anything – *knock on wood*), but I’d like to have the option.

Plus, if, during softball season, I can throw people off by batting lefty, it’ll all be worth it.

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Looking back at the past few weeks of posts, I realized that several of them lean more toward the “Negative Nancy” side of things. It’s all “I’m so cranky” or “it’s so freaking cold!” or “I hate CVS/stupid doctors!” and so on and so forth. And sure, it’s my blog, I can write whatever I want, blabbity blah, but you’d think that I had nothing going right.

If you have me pegged as a pessimist, though, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m actually the most likely person to utter the phrases, “well, at least [insert semi-positive outcome]” or “look on the bright side.”

Yes, I’m that girl. Yes, I know it can get annoying. Yes, I’ve been snapped at before because of it.

But still.

I would much rather be focusing on the positive than on the negative.

For instance:

  • I choose to focus on the fact that it was near 60 degrees yesterday morning – and a lovely walk – as opposed to the rainy/overcast skies that persisted throughout the day.
  • I prefer to get excited about the fact that I’ve run twice with no pain since my physical therapy started, instead of being bummed that I’m weeks behind on my marathon training. (To be fair, I’m still a little bummed, but I’m working on it.)
  • I’m trying to be proud of myself for finishing my grad school applications, instead of anxious about when the decisions will come, and why it’s taking my transcript so long to get there.
  • I love falling asleep in my cozy little pillow fort, even if, when I wake up, I always wish I could devote a few more hours to rest.
  • And, despite the fact that my job has been driving me crazy the past few days, I’m so thankful that I have one.

There are so many more teeny tiny little things that have both an up and a down side, but that’s just it – there’s always a side I can choose. And choosing the happy path doesn’t mean that I’m ignoring reality. It means that I’m making a conscious decision to put a smile on my face.

I like to think of myself as an optimistic realist. Or a realistic optimist. Same difference.

And the realist/ic part knows that there will always be something to worry about or be annoyed at.

But the optimist/ic part sees the silver lining.

Even if people want to slap me for constantly pointing it out.

So what about you? Would you say you’re an optimist or a pessimist?

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In case you, like me, are amazed that a four day week could take so freaking long to get to Friday, here’s a little usher-in-the-weekend treat repeat.

I’ve shared it before (you’d probably seen it even before that), but it’s one of my solid go-to videos when I’m slightly on the cranky side, and can’t decide whether I want a nap or a drink.

Fucking kangaroos.

Happy Friday!

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To the obviously healthy and very capable gentleman who happens to live in my building:

  • If I can manage to hold the door open for you, while carrying 4 very heavy grocery bags, I expect you to put a little kick in your step. You were not that far behind. And, like I said, the bags? Not light.
  • Also, if I, with the same bags, can manage to hold the elevator door for you, when every part of me wants to jab the “door close” button, as you nonchalantly stroll toward me, then a “thank you” would be nice. Clearly not entirely necessary, but nice. Especially as I press the button for you. You must be exhausted from carrying…practically nothing.
  • And, if, at this point, I can restrain myself from not swinging one of my grocery bags at you, when we reach your floor you should really exit immediately. I’m fine with your “have a good night,” but why the extra 10 second linger in the elevator? Are you trying to shame me into being nice(er) after you saw me sigh and shake my head?

Guess what? It won’t work. And all I want to do is get to my room and watch Real World. (Side note: Wtf is wrong with Andrew?)

So look, I’m sorry you caught me on a cranky day, but really, let’s try to move a little faster than a snail’s pace next time. Or maybe I just won’t hold the door anymore.

That works, too.

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The recent decent weather we’ve been having (at least in DC) has reminded me of one of the reasons that I moved into the city from Northern Virginia in the first place: the fact that I can walk to work.

I’ve been lazy of late, taking the bus and often waiting for so long that I could be halfway to work by the time it came. But by walking, you get one perk that the bus doesn’t always offer: people watching.

Sure, when you’re on the bus, you’re generally packed in with about 30 other people – all avoiding eye contact while trying to maintain their own personal space, of course. But that doesn’t always give you the opportunity be observant. Personally, I’m usually just trying to keep my balance and not give an accidental lap dance to whoever’s seated in front of me.

But I digress.

By walking to work, I noticed that I’ve seen the same distinct types of commuters nearly every day.

1) The Eternal Multi-tasker

The Eternal Multi-tasker is at the very  least on his or her cell phone while walking, but often manages to accomplish much more. I’ve seen TEM chatting via bluetooth, reading the newspaper, and occasionally double checking something on her PDA. All at a very fast clip. To be honest, I can’t help but be a little impressed. For as much of a multi-tasker as I consider myself, I can generally only walk and talk on the phone at the same time. Forget this reading nonsense.

2) The Shifter

Sometimes I swear that The Shifter is there for the sole purpose of being an obstacle that drives you crazy. Kind of like the green turtle shells in Mario Kart. He usually doesn’t walk that fast, so when you try to get around him, his sixth sense kicks in, and he manages to move right in front of you. This can continue for several blocks, so the best way, I’ve found, to get rid of a Shifter is to ditch him at the light. Make a mad dash across the intersection and hope he continues his slow shift…but behind you.

3) Speed Racer

However fast you’re going, it’s not fast enough for Speed Racer. She’s the one you see weaving in and out of crowds on the sidewalk, whose stride looks like a sprint. And if she gets caught at a red light? Well, don’t get in her way when it turns green, because she’ll be off like a shot. You might just get run over.

4) The Awkward Runner

There are two things that make The Awkward Runner awkward. One, is the length of the run. Most often you’ll see TAR running for a bus. They’ll start speed walking (but without the skill of a Speed Racer) when they see a bus in the distance, heading their way. Then, they’ll reach a point where they think, “shit, I’m never going to make it – I should run!” And so they do…for about half a block, before they switch back to speed walking and praying that they’ll make it.

And nine times out of ten TAR has a backpack or messenger bag on (awkard thing number two). Have you ever tried to run while wearing a backpack of some sort? There’s really no easy way to do it. It flops all around and you feel like a fool. And then when you finally reach the bus doors all the kids laugh at you because they saw you running up the street and you wish that you’d just gone back home and gotten your mom to drive you to school and….

I mean…you get the idea.

The point is, you’re almost never going to see an Awkward Runner if you take the bus.

Unless you get a window seat. And I’m running late one day.

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I could not figure out how to post this video, but if you’ve watched any episodes at all of Jersey Shore, well, you should really click that link. (Actually, do it even if you haven’t.)

Kids Reenact MTV’s Hit Series “Jersey Shore”

A snippet:

Little Pauly D: Do you wanna play trucks?”

Little JWoww: I have a boyfriend.”

Little Pauly D: So?”

Thanks, D. It’s scary, but perfect.

P.S. I can’t tell if it’s my computer or if the video’s just having trouble loading. In any case, keep trying. It’s worth it. And here’s another link about the Little Jersey Shore.

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I’ll let you in on a little secret: I’m not a very good pool player.

As much fun as I have, and as much as I understand the concept and the techniques, I’m just not good. I will actually spend so much time lining up my shot, checking the angles, and weighing my options, that friends have been known to take naps in the meantime. And when I finally go for it? I just can’t get it in the pocket.

But, I bring this all up to mention that the last time I played pool, I told the friends I was with that pool always reminds me of Donald Duck.

Anybody? Anybody?

Yeah…they didn’t get it either.

Okay, let me ‘splain.

I don’t remember when I first saw it, but it was somewhat of a tradition in my math classes growing up to watch Donald in Mathmagic Land. You know, as a way to make learning more fun and whatnot. And in one part of the movie, Donald uses geometry to play billiards.

Jump to about the 4 minute mark, and you’ll have a good idea of what’s going through my mind as I try to play.

And as many times as I think about this movie (like I said, every time I play pool), I haven’t actually seen it since…high school, maybe? Maybe even middle school.

So when it popped up in my Google Reader today I was thrilled. Nothing like a little trip down memory lane to perk you up after a hectic morning.

And I’m curious now – did anyone else ever watch this in class? Or was my school just…um…special?

P.S. That clip is just part three. If you want the first two – and why wouldn’t you? – they’re here and here. You’re welcome.

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I’ve written a couple times here about how much of a baby person I am. I jump at the chance to hold them; they bring a smile to my face if I pass one in a stroller; one of my favorite feelings is when a baby falls asleep in my arms.

Not asleep, but still so adorable

However, aside from the occasional babysitting gig, I rarely get to spend much time with babies anymore. You see, not too many of my friends are in baby mode, yet.

However, a couple of His friends are. And one of those couples just had a little boy, not too long ago.

So when he suggested that we go visit the little guy (and the friends) sometime soon, of course I was thrilled. Plans got moved around due to the holidays, and overall busy schedules, but I got an email from him yesterday saying, “Still want to go to [their place] tomorrow night for some long-awaited baby time?”

After a very enthusiastic yes response from my end, he replied, “I can hear your ovaries from here.”

Now, I’m not ashamed to admit that my ovaries might jump a bit around the little ones. These things, they happen. But, to my knowledge, they’ve never made noises.

Though, I suppose there’s a first time for everything.

Look at this little face!

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