25 ranDUMB Things About share-bare Part I

This is an oldie but total goodie.  Actual publish date was January 29th, 2009 on Facebook.  I crack myself up sometimes:

01. I can't sleep right now
02. I'm a slow reader but I'm glad that I'm reading a 'real' book these days.
03. I'm a cheap date. 1 beer and I'm dunzo
04. I read magazines backwards, too!
05. I super self conscious about my nose. I hate it and my sister loves to tease me about it.
06. My nicknames while growing up were Skeletor, Dracula, Bugs Bunny, and Fern
07. I wonder why my big toe likes to make holes in my socks.
08. I miss living in an apartment that has FREE water!!!
09. It's been well over 3 months AND 3,000 miles since I got an oil change.
10. My baby pictures DO NOT look like Benjamin Button, damnit! LOL
11. I'm just finding out that we are heading for another drought in California...UGH!
12. Still can't believe my mom almost got herself into a catfight in a BART train last week. Way to go Mom!
13. Wants to look cute like Janelle and dance to Beyonce's Single Ladies song via YouTube, too!
14. I crack my back, neck and shoulders every day. It feels good! Yeah! (like Tony Toni Tone)
15. I don't know what side of the bed I like most. 4 months ago it was the left. Now it's the right. Why can't I just lie smack down in the middle?
16. I used to love John Starks back in 1995. Don't ask why!
17. I still wish Eagles made it to the Superbowl. Too bad, so very very sad!
18. I'm not liking the Waldorf salad from CPK anymore. The hype of it is dunzo.
19. Where the heck is my Duffy CD?!
20. I want to go to the Ne-Yo concert next week.
21. I'm addicted to Sunday morning exercise infomercials. I want an iron gym and a P90X just because it looks cute!
22. I want to kick it with Angela and Vanessa Simmons one day...Daddy's Little Girls....whoahoowhoah
23. I had a brain fart today and didn't know if a P&L was the same thing as Income Statement. Don't tell my boss. She'll disown me!
24. Just recently, I started to color in my eyebrows and I feel so guilty!

25. Lil Mama from ABDC irks majorly! She's sooo not cute!

I decided to make this an annual thing.  Keep a look out for Part II.  =)

Sluggish

Tomorrow is Sunday.  Sundays are my long run days.  I'm not looking forward to Sunday.  Why?  Because, I ate a whole lot of sushi from Isobune on Friday.  Because, I ate a whole lot of General Payumo's chicken on Friday.  Because, I scarfed down 2 chocolate cream puffs from Beard Papa's on Friday.  Because, I ate another chocolate cream puff from Beard Papa's on Saturday.  Because I had a whole lot of bacon on Saturday.   

I have a feeling it is going to be a very sluggish 3-mile morning run for me on Sunday.  Sunday is tomorrow.  Did I mention that already?  I'm planning on doing hills sprints and stair climbs, too.  My body is going to pay for it on Sunday.  Tomorrow is Sunday.  Regrets, regrets.

Adam's Apple

It's a Friday night and my sister is over my apartment.   Whenever she and I hang out and be sloth, we always have these random conversations.  Like, really random.  Tonight's topic originated from watching the 10 o'clock news on Channel 2.   We were watching a mechanic talking about the worldwide Toyota recall and how it has affect 9 millions vehicles.  Anyway, this mechanic happens to be an Asian.  Coincidental, you think?  Moving on...as we continued to watch I could not help but notice his protruding bone out of his neck better known as his Adam's apple.  It was abnormally huge!  For the record, I can't stand seeing men with skinny necks because all I see is their Adam's apple.   Cover up needed, thank you very much.  That's when a turtle neck or scarf would be acceptable and suitable for men (so that they can disguise that erection poking out of their neck) 

So, we began to talk about how I feel a huge discomfort seeing men with extremely obvious Adam's apples.  I can't look at it for a long period of time.  I need to look away.  It's so repulsive.  Like, really.  I'm pretty upset with Adam.  It's all his fault that some men have these clearly visible Adam's apple that oddly freaks me out.  Was it because the fruit got stuck in his throat as a punishment?  I don't get it.  I wonder what would have happened if he had NOT ate the forbidden fruit!  Like, if he didn't eat the forbidden fruit then maybe there wouldn't be an Adam's apple to begin with, right?

Totally random blah-g, which of course is totally typical of me, but I just had an urge to release my thoughts.  I feel like I'm blah-gging under the influence of alcohol.  Because, once again I'm making no sense what so ever.  It's just another boring, lazy Friday night talking about nothings like the Seinfeld show.   Oh bother. 

Bad Boys

Ladies - "You Can't Deny it" (like Fabolous), you love you some bad boy.

I came across this new website, voteyesorno.com  It's a pretty cool poll site full of random questions.

One question, I came across was asked by GetliveRo:

Do women really like bad guys?

Someone of the name, icestorm replied:

"ALL women like bad guys. Even girls who say they like nice guys, like jerks. Simply put, girls like to be slapped around and be called a "bad girl" in bed. Women like this. It's our job as men to put women in their place. I understand this now. Just for the record, I'm really a nice guy."

Pretty funny, I thought.  Maybe partly and sadly true for some.  I then replied:

"Bad guys tend to look hotter but it's always a BIG mistake. Women take a while to get it and learn. Good guys...be patient. We're dumb farts, too."

OK kidding aside. Let's look into this issue more deeply.  If only more guys would have the same mentality as icestorm, this world would be a better place.  Have a little humor towards this bad boy theory, would you please?  Men are so caught up with this idea of giving up being the good guy and joining the bad boy band wagon.  Don't do it, I beg of you.  Just keep in mind of my Year of the Gentleman blah-g post.  Stop focusing on the negativity.  Watch "The Secret" or something for some positive encouragement.   Or maybe, you need some confidence booster of some sort.  Tell me what you want and I'll make sure to relay it to my fellow chicks. 

OK seriously now.  On behalf of most single ladies out there, I admit we make this mistake over and over again.  It's a learning process. Bad choices lead to bad consequences.  Bad consequences lead to a lesson fully learned and hopefully not repeated.  Sure enough, our initial taste in men will soon change and no longer be fans of the "Bad Boy for Life" (like P Diddy) because they even say, "We ain't going no where, we ain't going no where..." Let that be a hint, chickadees.  I'd like to say I've learned and I'm much wiser.  So, now it's my duty to spread the word.  There's no future behind the Bad Boy.  Trust me!

OK so what was my point of this post again?  Did I even make any sense?  Ha-ha!  Moral of the story:  Bad = No Good.  Now go have a nice life!

My New Inspiration, Mrs. Ames

This morning I came across a very inspiring article by Kathy McCormack, Associate Press Writer (Tuesday, January 26, 2009 11:30pm):

CONCORD, N.H. – It was Harriet Richardson Ames' dream to earn her bachelor's degree in education. She finally reached that milestone, nearly three weeks after achieving another: her 100th birthday.

On Saturday, the day after receiving her diploma at her bedside, the retired schoolteacher died, pleased that she had accomplished her goal, her daughter said. Ames had been in hospice care.

"She had what I call a 'bucket list,' and that was the last thing on it," Marjorie Carpenter said Tuesday.

Ames, who turned 100 on Jan. 2, had earned a two-year teaching certificate in 1931 at Keene Normal School, now Keene State College. She taught in a one-room schoolhouse in South Newbury, and later spent 20 years as a teaching principal at Memorial School in Pittsfield, where she taught first-graders.

Through the years, she had taken classes at the University of New Hampshire, Plymouth Teachers College and Keene State to earn credits for her degree. With her eyesight failing, she stopped after retiring in 1971 and was never sure if she had enough credits.
Her wish for a degree became known when a Keene State film professor interviewed her a couple of years ago for a piece on the college's own centennial, which the school celebrated last year.

The school decided to research her coursework and see if it could award Ames her long-sought diploma. The offices of the provost, registrar and other departments worked quickly in the last month to determine, that indeed, it could.

"She wanted to be the best that she could be," said Norma Walker, coordinator of the Keene State College Golden Circle Society, an alumni group for classes that graduated 50 or more years ago.

Walker said when she mentioned to Ames during a recent visit that the college was working on the degree, Ames started to cry and said, "'If I die tomorrow, I'll know I'll die happy, because my degree's in the works.'"

College officials, including Walker, drove the document to Ames' bedside on Friday.
Walker, who first met Ames in 1997 at an alumni gathering, said she enjoyed listening to her talk about her students and how she encouraged them to read.

"She's the kind of person that every parent would want their first-graders to have as a teacher," very loving and caring, Walker said. She will read Ames' diploma at a memorial service this Saturday, "if I can do it without crying."

Paula Finnegan Dickinson of Gilford, who was Ames' student back in 1956 and became an educator herself, regarded her as a mentor and dear friend.

"Mrs. Ames, along with Dick, Jane, Sally, Spot and Puff, became our friend," Dickinson said, recalling the "Dick and Jane" series that was used in class reading groups. "With her enthusiasm, these characters came to life. ... Mrs. Ames showed us how reading opened the doors to other experiences we in Pittsfield might never have known."

Pretty darn cool, right?   May you rest in peace Mrs. Ames.  I hope to live a long happy life full of determination just like you.  I'm glad to know that a 'bucket list' can be accomplished in real life and not just in the movies.  You are truly a new inspiration for me (real life inspiration at that) and I will put more heart and effort into my version of the 'bucket list'.  Thank you for making my day filled with joy.