I’m not a runner by any stretch of the means but I do run… Mostly to stay in shape and to allow me to gorge myself when desired without consequence.
I really ramped up my running later winter/early spring and I’ve just now finally gotten to the point where my lung capacity isn’t a factor. The first couple of runs I went on I was huffing and puffing after a mile. Now, I can easily run several a couple miles (2-4 miles) without having to stop to catch my breath.
However, now, I have to stop because my knees or hips are on fire. That eventually stops right?
Truth bombs. When I first met David, it was when we were helping a friend address her wedding invitations. He couldn’t believe I finished filling mine out before he did. Competitiveness is usually a turnoff for me, but I found it endearing on him, and at the end of the night I questioned our friend about his ~situation~, even though I was dating someone at the time. A future with David seemed natural and inevitable.
Ditto. I met Mark in a college class, we were in a lab group together. I felt that click when I tried to break the ice with the group and told a slightly inappropriate joke, he was the only one who laughed.
My long time manager was offered a great position in the company, unfortunately for me that means she won’t be my manager anymore.
It’s difficult to be happy for someone when you really want them to stay. She’s really been an amazing boss - she’s been a great mentor and has continuously gone to bat for me, she’s really the reason I was able to telecommute from KC so I was able to live in the same city as my husband. I’m happy she’s found a new opportunity but I secretly hoped she would stay in her position and be my boss forever, alas, that’s not the way the world works.
While she transitions to her new position and until we find a replacement I’ll be taking over in the interim. The announcement went out last week and I’ve already had a few helpful calls of people asking if I need help with the new responsibilities but truthfully, she’s still running the show and we haven’t had a big transition in responsibilities so I’m pretty much just waiting for the hammer to fall.
The interim position also means that St. Louis will be seeing a lot more of me. StL tumblrs, get ready for lunch invites.
Wake up late. If it helps, hit the snooze a couple times.
Jump in shower if needed, soak hair. If no shower is needed run a comb through your hair.
Get in your vehicle of choice.
Roll down every window in said vehicle.
Drive 100mph* to your intended destination.
When you arrive at your destination, no matter your hair type, it will be a voluminous mess. Resist the urge to comb through your hair with your fingers, simply gather it in a pony tail.
Twist ponytail into a bun (or a top-knot if you’re feeling ballsy), secure with Goodie Spin Pins - if you don’t have Spin Pins go out and buy some, then message me privately so I can give you my mailing address for the Thank You note you will send me for making you buy Spin Pins.
Today is the day Madewell comes to Kansas, and we’re pleased as punch. (So pleased, actually, that we went ahead and drew a picture just for you—featuring your lovable state icons, the daisy and the buffalo.) Swing by our brand-new Leawood store at Town Center Plaza and say hi, won’t you? (Plus, score a limited-edition Madewell Kansas map tote with your first purchase of $150 or more.)
Fantastic news, aside from the fact that our State icon is the Sunflower, not the Daisy.
Tip - Mooch off of your spouse’s/significant other’s happy hours and social gatherings.
I work from home in KC most weeks and about once every 6 weeks I work back in the office in St. Louis for a couple days. I used to work full time in the office but since Mark got into the dental school in KC we needed to move here and thus, I started telecommuting.
Since I work from home I miss out on all the fun happy hours I used to have back in St. Louis with my friends and coworkers. To compensate I crash attend my husband’s social events.
It’s pretty win/win and now that we have just two years under our belt I’ve gotten to know several of the dental students pretty well. It’s almost like being the normal, working stiff I used to be except the happy hours I used to go to never involved convos with words like ‘periodontics’, ‘accusal’, ‘gum recession’ and not to mention the fact that they collect teeth to practice on. Teeth, they all have jars of teeth.
Moral of the story? I have a happy hour tonight and I’m pretty stoked.
For our (Mark and myself) flight out to Raleigh, NC to visit my sister and brother-in-law in May.
We haven’t seen these guys since their wedding last year. It’s a shame we live so far apart - I always have more fun when I’m with my sisters alas, we live in 3 different states.
The plan was to see them earlier this year, a couple weeks ago actually, but that’s when we discovered that none of our spring breaks matched up (I’m in biz school, Mark’s in dental school, and my sister is in school to be a nurse practitioner). Although my school didn’t matter as much, I’m only taking 2 classes a semester so I can still work full-time, it did matter that I couldn’t bring Mark along.
I cannot wait to see these knuckleheads again. They are literally the funnest, goofiest people ever.
Last night I let slip a terrible secret from my past.
When I was in first grade I pushed a heavy girl who was tying her shoes. She was standing at the top of a hill. She tumbled a little bit and I ran away.
I am literally haunted by that moment because when I pushed that girl - I was a bully. After I did it I felt so bad, I never said sorry, but I never did anything like that again. I wished I had apologized. I wish I hadn’t done it in the first place. It was mean and when I did it I knew I was being mean.
I actually can’t remember anything else about the first grade other than pushing that girl. It really made me hate myself, and even at that young age, I knew that what I did made me a bad person.
I think at one point or another we all engage in at least one act of bullying. Hopefully we learn from it and never do it again. I know that whenever I think I might be being unkind to someone I think of how I felt as a mean little first grader.
You may not like everyone you meet and while you don’t have to go out of your way to be nice to someone you dislike, you don’t have to go out of your way to be mean to them either.
My black pumps that have seen better days are going to be officially retired. I brought them to a shoe repair and to replace the cracked/peeling soles and the heel cap (which, by itself was actually cheap) was going to run about $50.
I bought those pumps on clearance for about $18 so I think they have served their purpose and will be given a proper burial.
Let the search again for affordeable black pumps that are comfortable enough to walk the dog in but cute enough turn heads.
I had a pretty great weekend, it was chock-full of lounging and general easy-goingness.
Drive back to KC from St. Louis - pick up take out food, pass out on couch with Mark watching What’s Your Number? (hilarious).
Rapid fire apartment cleaning
My parents dropped into town to fly out from KC to see my sister. The couple hours they were here we went out to lunch, walked the plaza, and they bought me a North Face jacket for the helluvit. I chose a bright fuchsia running number.
The Hunger Games
Quiet night of reading and learning to use my sewing machine
Brunch with Mark
Family park time - Mark, myself, and Callie all went for a run at the park