But that's ok, I'm quite content with my concrete jungle and hiking flights of stairs.
Confession time: I watch Sarah Palin's Alaska to be reminded of my similar outdoorsy New Zealand adventures, not to mention I appreciate the sound bytes it gives me to keep refining my impersonation of her.
There is this one scene where (a very quirky and OCD) Bill Murray is sitting in the Gutman's coffee shop on the edge of his seat rocking back and forth with anticipation for Dr. Leeeo Marvin's call, moronically repeating "Baby step to 3 o'clock," even yelling at someone when they go to use the pay phone an hour or so before the expected call ("HEY! NO! I'm expecting a call!").
(aside: Hey, fellow kids who grew up in the 90s- remember when pay phones used to be for normal people? The best was when you figured out how to avert paying a quarter and 'call collect' so you could figure out why your mom was running late to pick you up or something. Now moms text. Too bad pay phones pretty much label you a drug dealer now. Does collect calling still exist? Anyways.)
SO anyways, here I am at my desk, making up an original "Baby Steps" statement...
Thank goodness for thorough old school Jewish doctors who prescribe four (4) things, to be taken concurrently, to ease up sinus congestion (I've been temporarily deaf in one ear, for the record).
Then I came home and watched some Wheel of Fortune (the inability to hear in one ear adds to the whole elderly experience, awesomeee). I know exactly when to cue it so it takes approximately 10 minutes to get through. I'm that good (lame)!!!
Then of course, as if I don't stare at a computer screen enough, I had to check Google Reader before bed, the result of which leads me to pose the following question:
But I haven't worn sandals like that since early September...
Reminds me that I need to get down there soon sometime for their Hero sandwich ("sweet and spicy coppa, Genoa salami, aged provolone, olive tapenade, marinated onions, romaine and tomatoes on sourdough").
i finally accepted that i can be hyper critical of myself and others, so i'm working on it with ferocity.
i can be logical to a fault. but at least i'm not irresponsible, right?! ;)
i'm super WASP-Y. This book was hilarious and autobiographical in many ways. also, yuppie is one of the highest compliments you could ever pay me.
I wondered why I could only count on my hands the number of boys I had crushes on growing up in California and at college COMBINED, until I realized that oh, yeah, duh, I'm attracted to preppy-slash-rugged boys like my dad that exist in droves on the northeast corridor.
I have faced a LOT of fears this year! whew!
in my experience running the gamut of hairstyles and color, short hair-ed brunettes have the most fun. ;)
I've never had an inkling to decorate a living space (unnecessary mess, that is actually intentional!) so the logistics of how people get their Christmas trees here never occurred to me. But as soon as I saw them on many street corners, I chuckled and said to myself, "Oh, well of course!"
Because On-the-street/At-your-convenient-disposal equals The New York Way which, in this instance, aptly applies to Christmas.
Had a 10K run this weekend with some friendlies and it was so fun, but pretty cooold.
My time was 55:20/ an 8:55-per-mile pace.
Can YOU spot the Californian wearing three jackets? HAHA
(I always forget how tall I am, thinking people are just a tad below eye level ... then whoa, pictures reveal the truth!) And uh, you know, I'm totally going to gloat because as you remember the point of my blog is to project my narcissism on you, so my time was 55:20, which is a 8:55 average-per-mile pace) which is about 6 minutes less than the first 10K I did about 2 years ago, around hilly Central Park no less.
Empire State of Mind came on the iPod as I was rounding on the west side of the boat pond for the first glimpse of the Central Park South skyline. I almost cried in happiness, but then my knees cried louder in pain, and I was refrained.
Aww... a bit of Helaman Halls at the finish line. Precious.
I ran it in 55 minutes, 20 seconds!
Of course the most important part of this event was the post-race brunch, where I still found no need to de-layer. haha.
Because I've been in 'recovery' from disordered eating for several years now (it's nothing abnormal when one is prone to OCD), I can't place dietary restrictions on myself.
I've always had a refined culinary palette, so I admit someone with a love affair of candy, soda, and fast food would have a completely different journey. But I, myself, have to allow myself to eat exactly what I want when I want. So this is another way adulthood suits me, because having control over what I pick out is the only way I can healthily function mentally.
BUT... I was curious if there were any outlying nutritional concerns I should be aware of regarding shrimp. I NEVER do this (anymore because I used to be one of those people who fretted over how many egg whites were cooked in a veggie omelette. yeah. It was a huge, lame, destructive waste of time)...
BUT...I found apparently shrimp has an outstanding amount of cholesterol. So I will take this into account, like a sane person.
But that won't stop me from eating that horseradishy cocktail sauce by the spoonful if the moment calls.