That’s my batting average right now. Not too bad, considering I’ve never played before. I’m better than most of the girls who’ve never played before - which says something though I don’t know what.
Note to self: get a batting glove. I finished playing about 40 minutes ago, and my hand is still stinging.
Also, I smell like dirt and sweat and beer and sunshine. And it’s awesome. But I’m still going to have a bath now, so I smell like a girl again.
It’s moments like this I wish it weren’t so uncool to blog about work. I could seriously use a vent moment right about now.
I’ll have to settle for a Mint Aero.
It’s once again time for the Friday Random 10. And y’all don’t even understand just how excited I am that it’s Friday. I’m EXHAUSTED. Luckily I just have to make it through another 5 hours of work (including lunch), then a softball game, then I get to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for at least 30 hours. Bliss.
1. Audioslave - Bring ‘em Back Alive
2. Jack Johnson - Better Together
3. Metric - Dead Disco
4. The Killers - Mr. Brightside
5. DJ Tripp - Seven Ce Ce Army (thanks Mikey!)
6. Kanye West - Jesus Walks
7. Audioslave - I am the Highway
8. Ben Harper - Burn One Down
9. The Beautiful Girls - So It Seems
10. The Killers - Coming Out
Also, I’m going on a road-trip next weekend - does anyone have anything good or bad to say about FM Transmitters (for my mp3 player) in the $30-$40 range?
I mentioned before that I don’t really dig guys with accents. This still holds true. My brain works hard all day, and when I’m spending down-time with my partner, I’d like to turn it all off and not have to make my brain “work” to hear their words through their accent. Shallow and selfish? Probably. But that’s not the point here.
I do think there’s a difference between an “accent” and the intonations that some people speak with depending on which part of their country they’re from (ie. West Coast Canadians vs. Newfies). And there is one regional (accent? intonation?) way of speaking that gets me TOTALLY HOT. It seems to be prevalent with people who live in the DC area.
The first time I heard it, it was the voice of the CFO of a company I used to work for. He could have children older than me, but I spent a great deal of time working with him, respected him quite a bit, and found his voice pretty soothing in a time of great chaos.
I pretty much forgot about it, until I heard audioblogs and radio snippets from this guy and this guy. Both have lovely (and expecting!) wives - but their voices… wow. I melt.
Perhaps I should move to DC? Anyone out there wanna take in a lonely West-Coast Canadian Girl?
Any gals interested in playing softball on Friday night? My work team is having trouble getting people out to play for all the games (specifically girls), and if we default with too few players one more time, we’re out of the league. Which sucks.
So if anyone’s interested in playing, we’re in a fun league, and we suck, and it should be a good time. The park’s just off Laurel & 22nd, and there’s no cost to play (the company paid all the league fees). Game starts at 6:30pm sharp, so if you can be at the park by 6:15-ish with yourself and a glove, that’d be cool.
Comment or email me if you’re interested.
Oh, and guys could come out as well… since everyone I know is coupled… but we do have a 4 female minimum that it’s been tough to meet so far…
I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a tattoo for a while. Until now I’d stuck with small-gauge piercings, since they’re much less permanent.
But I’ve been mulling it over for a couple or three years, and the idea still doesn’t repulse me, so I think it’s time.
The problem is, I was planning on getting it on my lower back (cover-up-able and still show-off-able)… until I heard of tattoos in that location referred to specifically as “Tramp Stamps.” And then I thought of all the girls I know who have tattoos there… and indeed the majority of them could easily be called tramps. Not that tramp is automatically a good or bad label - usually it works for them. Just not for me.
So now it’s dilemma time.
Any suggestions on less-trampy locations to drill some ink into my body? Or should I just embrace my inner tramp?
I am so tired, I could cry.
I wish I knew what was wrong with me. Because it’s a problem when 9 hours of sleep still isn’t enough.
I don’t think I’m anemic. I’m exercising. I eat reasonably well.
This sucks.
I am obviously far too burnt out for my own good right now.
I completely spaced out on putting on makeup this morning.
Not that I plaster on Tammy Faye-esque layers, but I am the type of person that does wear a “full face” (foundation, eyes, cheeks, lips) pretty much daily. Except today.
It’s a good thing I’m cute - otherwise people may run screaming.
I’m currently taking an MS Access class through work. Right now we’re talking about Validating Data.
The instructor just said “If you’re doing data entry work right now, I’m sorry. Because it’s a horrible job. It’s tedious, and exacting, and if you make mistakes you usually get in trouble for it. Our job as database designers is to create validation rules that force the users to enter good data and minimize mistakes.”
Nothing wrong with that statement, right?
Right… except….
1. There is no efficient way to fill 10,000 tiny cups of water fast enough to satisfy 10,000 thirsty runners.
2. Fifteen year old kids should never be asked to volunteer for anything. They don’t actually want to be there, and will only get in the way of those who are trying to accomplish things.
3. YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH DIRECTIONAL SIGNAGE.
4. Apparently if you run, and have your nipples rubbing against your sweaty shirt, they will chafe and bleed. COURTEOUS RUNNERS TAPE THEIR NIPPLES OR REMOVE THEIR BLOODY SHIRTS. Red streaks running down the front of your white jersey do not make you look hardcore, they make you look gross.
5. Half marathons should be outlawed. Only because the runners are pretty worn out when they finish, but still have enough pep in them to abuse the volunteers who are just trying to fill 10,000 tiny paper cups.
6. Full marathons are to be encouraged, because the particpants’ energy levels range from totally exhausted to unconscious. However most of them still have the energy to say “thank you.”
7. A little thanks goes a long way.
