get out

I found this draft post dated 12/29/09 that probably explains why I deleted my entire blog history from 2006-2009.  Depression makes you do things you later regret.  Because there were so many stories about that weird neighbor kid Kenny that I would now like to read.    

2009. I moved three times. I regained ten pounds. Most of my belongings reside in storage. A general malaise still lingers. Most days I prefer not to interact with anyone. I miss my latte bowls.

A Health and Longevity Enthusiast

Hello, Friends.  This last year has pretty much sucked, but things look like they could be turning around finally (fingers crossed).  I was hired on a probationary basis at a place that is pretty similar to what I had in mind when I embarked on this career-change path 18 months ago.  My timeline was shortened involuntarily when I was laid off two days after my 30th birthday (I had wondered why there was no cake this year).  I'm actually still pretty bitter about that whole debacle.

In order to feel like I had some sort of control over any aspect of my life, I signed up to run the Woodrow Wilson Bridge Half Marathon in October.  I am proud of myself for sticking with the training program, but I'm looking forward to cutting out the weekly long runs (currently 10 miles) which take for.ev.er. because of my 15-17 minute mile average.  I want to keep up with the running, though, so I'm planning on doing smaller races about once a month until I don't want to anymore.  One of them is the Wicked 10k in Virginia Beach, for which I'm planning the most amazing costume:

It will be spectacular.

I've been reading "Eat to Live" by Dr. Furhman.  It makes a lot of sense.  I was going to start his six week program today, but I just ate a muffin, so....

I started going to a new (to me) yoga studio, and I think my goal for the year will be this pose:

I can get halfway there if I use a chair.  I think it will be an impressive party trick.  Now I just need to make some friends and get invited to a party.  One thing at a time...

Which is worse? Rejection en masse from potential employers or potential internet suitors?

Each has its own special kind of demoralizing sting.

Job searching sucks. I hate that even though I uploaded a resume, as requested, I still have to fill out my entire work history in 500 individual form fields. Why? The sight of "send resume and cover letter to hr@bigcompany.com" can REALLY make my day.

Know what else sucks? Not really being fired, but only halfway fired. It's awkward for everyone. Xanax helps.

Also sucky - moving and sharing common spaces again. But at least the average time it would take to discover my body should I die in my sleep will decrease. (It is currently 2 days, 3 if I die on a Friday).

Not sucky - my mile time is under 15 minutes (Fine. It is 14:30 minutes but that is STILL UNDER 15 did you not see the above paragraph where I contemplated how long it would take for someone to discover my dead body I am grasping at STRAWS here people)

Meh, life. Que sera, sera and all that crap.

Grammar Friday

regardless adj. 1. having or showing no regard; heedless (often followed by of): regardless of the advice of his elders. 2. without regard to expense, danger, etc. --adv. 3. without concern as to advice, warning, hardship, etc.; anyway: I must make the decision regardless. 4. in spite of; without regard for: We fought regardless of our injuries.

irregardless not a real word

Grammar Friday

I've found lately that I'm in need of a place to vent about incorrect grammar. I thought posting here would be better than becoming "that person" in the comment sections of other websites and blogs. (I do possess some semblance of manners, so I'm well aware that it's rude to correct others). And so, here is the first installment of Grammar Friday.

The plural of mother-in-law (or any other "in-law") is motherS-in-law, not mother-in-laws. In the plural, there is more than one person, not more than one law.

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Raise your hand if you can sing the "international" version of Do You Hear the People Sing, performed by every country's own Jean Valjean. You must, like me, have been raised on the 10th anniversary concert cd. Nothing else will do.

hush

Grey and white polka dot sweaters are very soothing