Walk of Death…death…death…death

All right, I’ve been meaning to get this on here for a few days now, but things have been a little busy, so I’m just finally getting to it today!

The other day, Chelle and I went on a walk during work. It was warm, and lovely, not too hot. As we were walking, I looked down and saw a dead bird. I almost stepped on it, actually, but luckily, I didn’t. We remarked on it, and went on our way. A block later, we look down and see about 7 dead snails, just laying there, in their shells. We named them the Snailston family (not to be confused with the McSnailingtons, my friends, and their rival clan the OSnaileys.) We said a few nice words for their passing, and went on our way. Another few blocks later, we look, and there’s a giant dead bird, beak down, in the lawn. Well, by now we had figured out, this was a walk of death.

We saw too many dead animals for it to be a coincidence of something. Is this a sign from the universe? Is there something bigger than us, telling us something? What is this?! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!

And now, 2 days later, we’ve had torrential rains, winds, lightning, and thunderstorms. Is this a sign of the apocalypse? Maybe. There’s something out there…telling us to beware of something…

Or, maybe, the birds just had accidents, and the snails were left out in the 90 degree heat and couldn’t survive. It seems like a perfectly reasonable explanation of things.

OR DOES IT?!

Miscellaneous Monday

Yes, my good friends, you are quite lucky. 2 blogs from me in a row! What?! What did you do to deserve such good fortune?! Answer: I don’t have a lot going on right now, being at home alone and all. Aaaaaand you’re welcome.

Yesterday, when I was on my way to my parent’s house for the BirFather’s day festivities, and I saw the McSnailingtons everywhere, I really wanted to pick up a few, put them in a container, and bring them there. Hopefully, once they were settled in their new location (parent’s house) they would breed and make a new McSnailington clan. Now, on a scale of 1-10, how bad would this be? Would bringing them to a new environment be that bad? Could they survive? I mean, yes they’d miss their families, but people move away from home all the time, so it’d be a new adventure. When I got home from the party, there was not a snail in sight, so I’m pretty sure they can also read minds, and they knew what my plan was. Shoot. I need to keep my thoughts stealthier around them.

I have 2 days this week to do my to-do list of things I wanted to get done while Husband was gone, and as of today, I have about 1 thing left on it, and the one thing left is the easy one that’ll take no time or energy at all. I wish I had been more ambitious with my list. I’m now scouring my brain to think of things that I can do, but so far, I’m not really coming up with a lot. If I had the strength to move things, I think it’d be funny to rearrange all the furniture in the house as sort of a surprise to Husband when he comes home, but it’s not going to work out as well as I have imagined. Some other time, maybe, when I’ve planned it out better.

As I was cleaning out my underroos drawer yesterday in my quest to clean everything, I stumbled across some cards in there. I randomly have, in my underpants drawer, my old library cards, some old insurance cards, and a frequent eater card for a Chinese food place that closed about 4 years ago. I’d like to think I can remember why I put them in there, but so far, I’m at a loss. Was I hiding them for some reason? Did they go in there themselves, to nestle in against the underthings? I’ll never know, as I have now destroyed them all. Sorry guys.

All by myseeeeeeelf…..except today with Pops!

I almost wished I could have a Miscellaneous Sunday, because I have a few entries I want to put into one, but I’ll just do a couple maybe, see how that goes.

So, Husband went on a business trip on Thursday. This is the first trip he’s been on since we’ve been married. Before we were married, it wasn’t a big deal, because I lived at home, so I had people around, if I so wanted to talk to them or whatevs. But now, I’m all by myself in our apartment, so every five minutes, I’m pretty sure a serial killer is going to break in and kill me. Now listen, I’m going to admit this out loud: I’m a sissy. I’m not a tough girl when I’m all by myself. I’d like to think this, but oh man, my heart jumps every time a noise is made that I don’t recognize. But the plus side is, I’ve gotten so much done since he’s been gone. It’s not that he prevents me from doing this stuff, it’s just that I’d rather do other things when he’s around, or I’m pretty sure it’ll just get dirty anyway. But I’ve gone through all my drawers, cleaned them out, gotten rid of old clothes, I’ve vacuumed, mopped, taken apart the stove and cleaned that, cleaned the bathrooms, and done every bit of laundry there was to be done. I’m proud of the progress I’ve made this week, and yet I’ve got so much stuff that I still need to do in the next few days while he’s still gone.

And, of course, today was Fathers day, and today was my Pop’s birthday, so Happy BirFathers Day to him! Everyone here knows I loves my Pops, because he is too awesome. So happy day to him, and I’m really sorry that your birthday fell on the same day, so that we couldn’t celebrate ya twice.

And by the way everyone, with all the rain today, the McSnailington’s were out in full force! Happy day for all!

Foto Friday

This past Monday, Husband and I went to the local arcade (Trafalga) for a fun night. We played arcade games, had a go-kart race, and won some tickets from said games. We took our tickets to the counter, and had enough to buy 11 of these guys (and with leftover tickets, we bought one tootsie roll and one Jolly Rancher. I ate the tootsie roll, in case anyone is wondering.) Anyway, when we got home, we set them up in an epic battle scene:

So far they’ve been engaged in battle for almost a week, with no casualties. I’ll post further if there are any deaths.

Happy Friday!

Miscellaneous Monday

So, all, I had my race on Saturday, and sadly, I didn’t finish where I wanted to. I started out super good, I finished the first mile in 7 1/2 minutes, I was stoked. A little after the first mile, there’s a giant hill in the race, and needless to say, this one kicked the crap out of me. I knew the hill was there, they had the same route last year, and I was sure I had it under control. Unfortunately, my legs/lungs/etc didn’t get the memo. I made it up ok, but then for the remaining 2 miles, I was just tired. I ended up finishing the race in 25:12. I was 12th in my age group, which was just super disappointing. I know that for others, that’s a pretty good time, but it wasn’t where I wanted to be, but this just means there’s room for improvement. My next race is a 10K in July. I look forward to it.

A co-worker left a bag of Doritos on my desk for the office to share, since my desk is between the peeps. At first, I was like, ok this is a good idea, I can snack on these. Cut to 6 hours later, and I’m pretty sure I’ve eaten half of the bag. And now, all I can taste is Doritos, and that’s even with chewing gum and having mints. I liked Doritos at the beginning of the day, and now...

Sometimes I wish that I was a mutant, like in X-Men. I don’t even know what I’d want my power to be, but I think it’d be cool. Basically it’d be like being any superhero, but I like the X-Men a little more than say, Batman, or Green Lantern or most of the heroes out there. Being psychic would be cool, but so would being able to walk through walls, or having super strength. I’ve been watching a lot of X-Men lately, so its just been on my mind. What a nerd.

National Running Day

Today, kids, the 1st of June, 2011, is National Running day. I love these national (fill in the blank) days, because they’re not a real holiday or anything, and by the time you find out about it, you can’t really do anything about it. Except for today – I found out in time to do something about it. And my something? To blog about it.

As everyone who reads this (all 3 of you, what up?!) knows, I heart running. I almost made it another full year of running every single day (which would have been Monday) but then I missed a few days when I got that weirdo flu thing. I missed 2 days – 2 days of running, and it ruined my whole average. But, I soldiered on. And I’ve started a new one, on Monday, the original day it would have been, might as well keep the same date, I thought.

I know a bunch of people think I’m a crazy for running so much, all the time. But I love it. I like getting out of the house, and just letting go of everything, and the only things I have to think about is avoiding cars and what route I should take. Or, on the flip side, if I need to work something out, I go running, and think the whole time and get a solution to whatever it is that’s on my mind.

I’m proud of my running. It took me a long time to get to where I am, to be able to run as fast as I do. I’m not as fast as I’d like to be, and there will always be someone faster than I am, but for me, I’m glad with where I’m at. I’ll always work on getting faster, and I have a race this Saturday that I’m hoping to finish in the top 3 of. The Art City Days 5K is one of my favorite races. The race is fun, and over so quickly, and the prize drawings afterward is always awesome. I’m hoping to have my number called for an awesome prize this year!