Apr
24
April 24, 2007
Not that anyone asked, but I emphatically (with vigorous hand gestures, even) recommend against watching The Good Shepherd, unless you enjoy movies that are 19573629659784917 hours long and involve murky, confusing plotlines and about eighty billion scenes where one character stares with great suspicion at another character. Not even the much-appreciated inclusion of John Turturro could save this snorefest, so it’s going back to Netflix today and hopefully Notes on a Scandal will arrive soon in its place (have you seen it? I read the book a while back and loved loved loved it, so I have high hopes).
JB tells me he can’t view sundrymourning.com from his hotel in Shanghai, apparently it is a blocked site. I am FORBIDDEN!
Also, it’s embarrassing how much I am into this video. Seriously. I bought it from iTunes just so I could watch the part where they bellydance over and over and over. I can’t even parse my own attraction, is it some kind of weird Beyoncé/Shakira-lust on my part, or am I just envious of their abs?
ANYWAY, I had an actual reason for visiting my WordPress Admin Page, and it is this: I would like to buy a new pair of jeans, and I’d like some suggestions for brands/styles. My beloved Cruel Girls are too big now (woot!) and although I plan to try a smaller size I would like a backup pair of Favorite Jeans.
So help me out, what denim styles have done you well in terms of comfort, flattery, and non-muffin-toppery?
Apr
23
April 23, 2007
I really appreciate the encouraging advice you guys have shared about running, especially the collective acknowledgment that it truly does suck at first. Several years ago I managed to stick to a running routine long enough to suffer through a 5K (which ended, no lie, at a brewery. Nothing like ten pints of hefeweizen to re-hydrate, and also to make you feel like roadkill afterwards), so I do have some vestigial memory of how running gets less shitty if you keep at it, but I definitely needed the reminder.
I ventured out again for a short run/walk on Sunday morning and it was much more tolerable than Friday’s workout, thanks to the inclusion of my iPod. The earbuds kept the cold air from giving me a migraine-level headache, plus the music totally distracted me from all the, you know, burgeoning suicidal tendencies.
Unfortunately, the iPod was also a major annoyance—I clipped it, for lack of a better place, to my waist, where it flopped against me and threatened to drag my pants down (a worrisome outcome indeed, which would not only expose my temptingly pale, veal-like rear end to any nearby hungry dogs, but would also surely provide my neighbors with legitimate grounds for a pain-and-suffering lawsuit); also the cord kept pulling at the earbuds, despite being strung underneath my shirt. I need some sort of iPod securing system, any suggestions? I have one of the video models, not a more running-friendly nano.
Although I’m masochistically eager to try again, I don’t think there will be any running this week. JB’s out of town and unless I want to trot behind Riley’s stroller—a commendable exercise but not one I’m willing to attempt quite yet—or leave him to squall forlornly in his crib, I can’t swing it. Well, except for the part where my office is located smack dab on a recreational trail and I could theoretically head to work early so I have time to head out and work up a sweat at lunchtime, but let’s just take things one step at a time, jesus, get off my DICK.
JB will be on a business trip in Shanghai until Friday (note to any potential woman-alone-stalking psychos [not YOU guys]: remember, I’m armed. Also, I have an Attack Cat who will stealth-barf disgusting brown lumps of half-digested Purina in your shoes, so step back, motherfucker), and I’m hoping Riley doesn’t get too despondent being stuck with me all week. A mother can only take so many howls for Dada before she starts to feel not only a tad unappreciated, but also like she should help Dada feel like he didn’t miss too much during his absence, perhaps by saving all the week’s poopy diapers and storing them in the backseat of Dada’s truck.
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