Graduation

Last night Stella graduated from her Beginner Obedience Class - HURRAH!

Frankly, I wasn't convinced it would happen. It was a difficult test and she can be pretty stubborn - especially on the down/stay. She certainly doesn't like the down command and even if she settles into it, she's unlikely to stay there if I move. And to top it off, she wasn't allowed a treat during the command. UGH.

But she surprised me. After several tries, she settled into the down and stayed - for a moment. It was enough for our instructor to think she was ready to move on so I accepted that and we are gearing up for an intermediate class in December.

I debated taking Buster to beginner instead, but Stella is far bigger and more obstinate than Buster so I figured my time and money is better spent on her. After we finished, and Stella had her photo taken in her cap (no gown) and was given her graduation gifts, our instructor Val said she was "very impressed." She also said she didn't say that to many people . . . she usually just said "congratulations" and waved them on their merry way. I was thrilled! I think in my next life I'm going to work with dogs (or animals in general) so getting a compliment from a professional was especially nice to hear. I've debated going to school to learn to be a professional trainer myself . . . time and money always seem to keep me from following through.

Still, Stella and I have a lot of work to do! She is quite good alone with me and minds very well in public; but get her with Zoe and Buster or at home and she's another beast entirely. I'm hoping the next round of classes will help all that.

But for now, my little girl has accomplished something and I'm proud.

Of course, the toy Val gave her is already in pieces . . . and I'm hiding the treats.

e-disHarmony

Okay, so I've been on ONE date since joining eHarmony a while back. ONE. And that one date was not only my first with my "match," but also my last. SIGH.

Now, to be fair, some of the guys I've been communicating with live too far away for a casual date. But there was a guy in KC with whom I was chatting I thought had potential. We had even traded our outside e-mail addresses . . . but since then I haven't heard from him. I refuse to stalk the guy, but I did send him a couple short e-mails inquiring about him. NADA. What's the phrase? "He's just not that into you." So I've stopped trying.

So, even though I'm paid up through eHarmony for a freakin' year, I'm thinking about hiding my profile and giving match.com a shot again. I'm just tired of being lonely and alone. But I once again begin to wonder what I am doing "wrong." And I've been around this idea over and over, I know . . . I should be myself but clearly there is something about me that is keeping me single. Because the common denominator in all these communications and relationships is ME. So will going back to match.com make any difference? I just don't know.

And both sites are hard work. They take time. I'm willing to put in the time, but after a while you begin to wonder if it's worth it! Seriously. ONE date.

So what do you think. Do I expand my search? I realize finding a guy is a numbers game in some ways. As PhD (who, btw is now OFFICIALLY done - hurrah!) likes to say, more shots on goals, more goals.

But I am clearly not shooting well these days. Have I lost my touch? I used to be pretty good at being single. I met and dated lots of guys of all ages and backgrounds. But I'm not only being shot down online, but also "in person."

The other night, when my friends and I were celebrating the Writer's birthday, I left my phone number for our waiter at the hidden champagne bar. Nothin' - I got nothin'.

And it makes me worried about my job search and the possibility of my staying put here. Sure, nothing is guaranteed, but I think I have as good a shot as anybody at the tenure track gig here so if I get it, and choose to stay, am I dooming myself to a life of solitude?

Well, whatever. I'm not one to stand by and keep wondering. I'm nothing if not pro-active so I guess I'll invest some more money and join match.com again.

And there's some singles thing on campus this Friday. Maybe it's time to mingle with some male professors!

So if you're reading this and care, send me some good mojo!

Oedipus and Interviews

Yesterday was a busy and important day.

First, I was up at 4AM to take the Artist to the airport. She was off to South Carolina for a family wedding and rather than pay to park, asked for a ride. Since I'm often up that early (or nearly), I said yes.

Then it was back home to walk the dogs, sans one leash, and prep for my day. For me, it was an unusual prep because it included putting on a little make-up. I know! ME! But we had a guest artist coming to one of my classes who could potentially employ me as an actor some day . . . so one must look one's best!

We had BFA auditions starting at 9AM on campus and that ran until shortly after 11AM. Then I had a short break before I welcomed that guest artist from the Shakespeare Festival of St. Louis. I actually know her from DC and we have one mutual friend who is dear to us both, so I was really looking forward to seeing her.

She arrived and we had a great 2-hour class visit. As I was escorting her out, she asked if I was planning on auditioning for their summer show. I said, "DEFINITELY" and we said good-bye. I am keeping my fingers crossed for that!

Then I met with a student. Though my full-time Alexander training has been put on hold, I have a few students I work with at school. It's important practice for me and I believe is doing good things for them, as well.

At 3PM the real fun began. As those who read this blog regularly know, I am once again conducting a job search. I have applied for the tenure track position I am covering for the year, but as nothing is guaranteed, I need to be pro-actively searching elsewhere. I am happy to say I made it to "semi-finalist" status here and yesterday I had my phone interview.

Yup. Phone interview. It's a weird thing being the internal candidate. Though I have a relationship with everybody interviewing me, they must follow the same procedure for hiring as they do for all candidates which includes a phone interview. What is especially weird is that they call me from the Dean's office just down a couple floors and must introduce themselves and ask questions as if they don't know me or my work. It's a NUTTY process. And though I understand why it must be done this way, I can't help but think it's a bit stupid. And uncomfortable. They, of course, asked why I was interested in the position and I didn't feel like I could say "because I like it here". I mean, I want them to know that, but how do I let them know that without being too informal??? Grrr. Dumb and dumb.

So I finish that stressful interview just in time to do a final prep for my first design/concept meeting for Oedipus! UGH. Frankly, I think this one had me a little more stressed than the job interview. Seriously. Oedipus is a HUGE play with an enormous history and here's little old me directing it. Plus, being the new kid in town, I felt the meeting was a proving ground of sorts for some of my design colleagues. I had to come in with strong, cohesive ideas and be prepared for a barrage of questions. It was shaking in my boots when we got started!

But I had done my prep work and felt it went well. Of course, what I felt may have been relief to have such a big day over and done! I'm just hoping the designers are excited and have enough information to do what they do best - take my little ideas and RUN with them.

So by 5:30PM I was toast. I just drove home, had a lame little dinner (I desperately need to go grocery shopping!) and sat in front of the TV. I started watching The Wizard of Oz, but have seen it so many times gave up and went to bed to read for a bit. I finally crashed . . . but woke up in the middle of the night having interview and Oedipus nightmares.

SIGH. I guess I can look forward to a lot of sleep deprivation: the interview process is on-going until I land a job and Oedipus doesn't open until April.

Maybe I'll get some sleep in May.

A New Beginning

This morning, the Artist drove to my home at 5:15 in the morning to join me for a run. I have, at last, found a running partner!

I am so pleased. We plan to run together three days a week and both feel that having a running partner makes all the difference in the world. It does. If I know she is waiting for me at her house at 5:00 AM, I'm sure as hell going to get out of bed and meet her! There is nothing like accountability.

We ran a good pace together and with an extra pair of hands we easily managed the three dogs. Buster was a good sport and did VERY well. In fact all went well with one exception.

Stella. Yup. She was actually EXCELLENT for most of the run. We were on our way back when we reached an area I know a fox lives. Sure enough, she and Zoe caught sent of it and though both pulled, only Stella managed to escape.

So she disappeared into the early morning darkness and the Artist and I lost track of her. I finally had to go yelling through the brush to find her and when I did, she had magically lost her LEASH. Great.

Fortunately, since I have a knack for finding and catching strays, I knew a trick. She still had her gentle leader on (thank heavens!) so I took Buster's leash off him and attached the hook to Stella's leader, took off Buster's collar and fed it through the leash handle, and voila! Two dogs on one leash.

It wasn't terribly hard running with them that way actually as both pups were getting pooped. The Artist held onto Zoe and we happily ran back home.

So it's a new beginning for me!!! One I'm pretty sure I can continue and enjoy. It's a winning situation all around. I can get back into shape, wear out Stella, and catch up with a friend all at once! I love the human company and we're both so excited we're already talking about a spring race. She has never run a race longer than a 5K so we're starting small with a 10K. But I might investigate a spring half-marathon and should I get the permanent gig here, I might even look at a full marathon for the fall of 2009.

Hurrah!

Hope

Hope comes in many forms. Last night, it came to my home town as presidential hopeful Barack Obama. I was one of the lucky ones to get into the stadium and hear him speak.

I stood in line with friends for about 4 hours to get in. It was like a party on the street as thousands like me and my friends turned out to support him. We were joyful standing together for a common goal. And even when heckled by a those few (and I mean very few) who dared, we didn't take the bait. We just smiled and joked amongst ourselves. It was particularly fun to note the line extended so far that it was across the street from where Palin spoke just days ago. She didn't rally these kind of numbers!

Entering the stadium was like entering a rock concert. It was electric and packed. I admit I was surprised my tiny corner of this red state turned out so many people to see him. I was overwhelmed by the size and diversity of the crowd. It was thrilling. And then the rock star appeared.

He was articulate, intelligent, humorous, and inspiring. He makes me hope - and fear - for Tuesday's outcome.

Those of you who read this know my politics so aren't surprised by my enthusiasm for him. But it has been a LONG TIME since I've been this excited about a candidate. And so I wish and pray for Tuesday. And I have hope that the U.S. won't disappoint me yet again.

But I worry. I worry for Obama's safety (just listen to the repeated "kill him" at McCain and Palin rallies and you'll know what I mean). I worry that the Republicans will pull another rabbit out of their hat and we will have to endure four more years of narrow-mindedness, greed, and corruption.

Still, if Obama is worried he isn't showing it. And it's his calm and determination in this storm that makes it okay to hope.

So this morning I bask in the glow of knowing a good man with good ideas loves his country enough to want to serve it for the next four - and the following four - years. And God willing he will.

I could ramble endlessly about some of the things he said, like the clear argument that 8 years ago we had a surplus and it took the current president 8 years to accumulate as much debt as ALL 42 previous presidents combined. He reminded this home of hunters that he wasn't interested in taking away their guns. He spoke of old arguments like big government v little government and said he was about BETTER government. But instead of my babble, this article shares the highlights.

So this morning, hope shines bright in Southwest Missouri . . . and Wednesday morning, I hope it shines bright across the U.S. and beyond.

Itty Bitty Pity Party

Last night, I went out with the girls for our usual hump day martinis and manicures. I had told my friends about my ex getting married, so we had an itty bitty pity party.

As it turns out, all of my friends have a similar story. And so we all spent one drink complaining and moved on. It was exactly what I needed.

In the end, the night was great fun! We didn't bother wasting much time crying in our drinks . . . instead we celebrated the Writer getting published at the tender age of 24 and the Artist showing her work in a faculty installation downtown. Impressive women!

We enjoyed our yummy food and drinks, the soulful sounds of the adorable guitarist, and even some other products. Apparently, the first Wednesday of the month, they invite a bunch of local businesses to sell their wares to us ladies. And they also have a drawing for each of the vendors! I won a necklace!!!! How great is that?

Friends are the best at cheering you up when your down. Not only did I have a fabulous evening with my new friends, but an dear friend from DC sent me an e-mail with this quote from Sex and the City:

Carrie: Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

Honestly, I really miss this show. For all the silly news and hype, I thought there was some good writing that got the heart of a modern woman and relationships. And this quote raised my spirits immensely. I've had all those types of relationships mentioned, except the last one . . . but I'm working on it. And if it never happens, at least I know I have friends who love the me I love . . . and I can say I love myself. There are a lot of women (and men for that matter) who can't say that.

So I'm over it. Congratulations to my darling ex and his new bride! I wish them lots of love and happiness in their life together.

And for now, I'm still single . . . without the sorrow.

I love itty bitty pity parties!

Still Single . . . Sorrowfully

An ex-boyfriend of mine gets married this weekend.

I found out today. I knew he was engaged and had even asked him and some mutual friends if the deed was done yet, but never heard back. So it goes.

I'm surprisingly melancholy about it. He was the first love of my life and, after some time, we made amends and have been friendly for years. So he's been in my life for over 16 years. And now, after years of hearing about the "Sarah Standard" (at least until his first engagement after we dated - yup, I said first) it is hard to deal with somebody else walking down the aisle to a life with him.

Don't get me wrong. We would never have survived as a couple for a long list of reasons. But I was never asked to be his wife and there was a time I wanted nothing more than to say yes.

Perhaps my still being single increases my sorrow. He found somebody in the end. I still have not. And though I remain positive and active in my pursuit, it feels like time is running out. I am, after all, 40 years old. True, I like younger men, but younger men - more and more, anyway - are less likely to like me back.

I suppose I'm bummed, too, because I don't get to go to the wedding. Stupid, huh? I mean, we're friends, but not THAT close and how weird is it to ask an ex to attend your wedding? Still, some of my friends will be there to toast the groom and I am not among them. And I would like to be.

So I sit in my office, oddly on the verge of tears, wondering WHY I'm feeling this way and exactly WHAT I'm feeling.

SIGH.

I think I need a drink.

Health and Wellness

Today, I am off to the doctor for an annual exam. Oh joy, oh rapture.

A new town, a new doctor . . . and more new forms to fill out! The good news is my university's health and wellness center mailed them to me when I made the appointment. The bad news is I waited until today to fill them out.

Now I am good with all of my current health conditions and I'm pretty good about my family history . . . with a few exceptions. So, at my age, I am once again calling my parents to find out about some family history. It's pretty ridiculous. Even more ridiculous is the fact that, after finding out about my family history and hanging up the phone, I realized I needed to get my immunizations information. Jeez! So I call back, but the keeper of the records (MOM) has left the house. So I am off to my first appointment with incomplete forms. SIGH.

Still, most of the stuff is fine and I am in relatively good health. So it should be an uneventful visit.

And yet it seems like every time I visit a doctor, they find SOMETHING just a little bit (or a lot a bit) wrong with me. I'm not a hypochondriac and I am not prone to exaggeration when it comes to my health . . . but seriously, I visit the doctor (or dentist, or eye doctor) and SOMETHING is wrong (anemia, cavity, new glasses prescription). So I'm always just a bit nervous about going.

And to make matters worse, this is the first of TWO visits to doctors I have this coming month.

I know regular exams are important. I DO. But as I get older I worry more. Plus, my current issues with hives and fatigue don't do much to bolster my confidence. Sure, the herbs are making a difference, but my legs are still covered with sores and I'm still ready to collapse by 8pm every night. UGH.

And going to a new doctor is never easy. Sure, I see a new one nearly every year with all the moving around and change in insurance I've had. But that doesn't mean I like it or am used to it.

And let's face the worst of it, shall we? NOBODY likes to be poked and prodded with sharp instruments in sensitive places! Aside from reading all the humorists versions of exams and procedures, there is little pleasant about seeing a health practitioner - healthy or not.

So wish me luck as I venture back into the . . . office. :)

Potpourri

It has been a couple of weeks since my last post. Life is full and I am often too tired at the end of a long day to write. Right now, most of my days are long . . . and the weekends are generally too short and also FULL up.

But I am taking a moment to update . . . if for no other reason than to assure the three of you who read this regularly that I am alive and well. :)

OBEDIENCE SCHOOL
Stella and I began obedience school last Thursday. It is an 8 week course through Petsmart and our teacher is a woman who served as a police officer, K-9 trainer, and assistance dog trainer so she really knows her stuff. So, I am hopeful Miss Stella will learn some manners and I will learn how to be the alpha dog in our relationship. With Zoe it was easy, and Buster seems a willing Omega, but Stella continually challenges my authority so I am also learning behaviors in class! We are making positive strides with her on-leash behavior and I am optimistic for her in-house behavior as well.

SCHOOL DAYS
School is going well but I am putting in very long days. I am up with the dogs at 5 AM and am often on-campus by 7 AM. I am usually there until 5 or 6 PM and last week Blondie invited me to come into a rehearsal of her show and workshop some monologues with the students. I was thrilled, but of course it meant going back to campus and getting home after 11 PM. I really need to get back into that schedule. Come spring, I'll be directing myself and keeping those crazy hours! Speaking of which, I have read multiple translations of Oedipus now. My brain is full to the rim with Oedipus! Of those I've read, I've set aside two I like and think I could work with . . . but I have several more to go before the final decision will be made.

I am enjoying the teaching for the most part. I really like the students and I am so grateful my colleagues treat me kindly and with respect. It is an unusual experience for me after two years in the Wasteland and I'm still pleasantly surprised by it. I am definitely applying for the tenure track position, but of course there are no guarantees so I am applying all over. UGH. What a pain in the ass!

I have to say, my new school offers a lot of little perks which is really nice. I just wish I had more time to do some of them! I am going to enjoy the free Spanish classes. We meet Monday nights for just an hour . . . and it's a no homework, casual setup just for faculty. Pretty cool!

I'm also amazed at how SOCIAL my new "college" is! Our Dean seems to have something social going for the college faculty/staff every weekend. Last weekend it was a new faculty picnic before an outdoor bluegrass concert (two bands, one is the band that played the music for O Brother Where Art Thou?) that was part of a campus-wide Ozark Festival. It was a stunning evening and we enjoyed free ice cream as we listened to the music. I just wish I could have enjoyed more of the festival! This weekend it was another picnic - at a local park - but I passed as I was just too tired.

SOCIAL LIFE
So obviously, my social life is way better than in the Wasteland, but it has been a quiet weekend. I think that's okay. Ike passed through last night and dumped a ton of rain on us so going out wouldn't have been much fun. And I was wiped out by Friday. Today I have more work to do so . . . I'm cool with being on my own. I am looking forward to doing a couple things this coming week . . . nothing planned yet but I'm sure I can convince a friend or two to join me.

I am still doing the eHarmony thing. It's going okay. One guy I kinda liked is now out of the picture, but so it goes. There are far more than I could possibly keep up with anyway. I'm afraid my rule of communicating with anybody who asks has gone to the wayside. I am needing to be pickier if only for my sanity. I'll let you know if I ever MEET any of the guys in person.

Of course, I'm not opposed to meeting somebody the old fashioned way either!

RUNNING
So I managed to get in a 2.5 mile run on Tuesday at the faculty "gym" on campus. I meant to run on Thursday, too, but I also started teaching the movement warm-up to my students last week and by Thursday I was so sore I couldn't bear the thought of running. I think I'll get in two runs next week, plus a nautilus day, so I will feel more like my old self - I hope - in no time. I don't like feeling quite so soft!!!

I guess that's about it for now. I'm just trudging along . . .

I hope to catch up with you sooner next time.

Bumped Stump Jump

A few moments ago, I gave the planned Stump Jump race a definitive bump.

I'm bummed out.

I'm bummed because I really ENJOY running races! I especially enjoy it when family and friends join me (either as runners or spectators), which I can happily say is nearly all the time. This time round my brother and sister-in-law are running it and I so wanted to be there, too.

Sadly, I still haven't managed to find a way to get running back into my schedule.

Between the dogs and my new job schedule, I have little time for much else except an occasional social gathering in the evenings. Sure, I could run then, but I would have NO friends. And frankly, I've never been a fan of evening work-outs. My latest start time would have to be 6PM.

Now, starting next week, I am really hoping to work a work-out schedule into my routine but it won't be near soon enough to be ready for a hilly 11-miler in early October. SIGH. I know I've said this before, but I have found a FREE faculty/staff facility I can use on-campus and there are times I can work THAT into my schedule!

So . . . though I know "no" is a powerful and good word, and in some cases necessary, I'm just not so good at saying it. I have a Wonder Woman complex - I want to do it all.

But, as I am NOT the great WW, I must bump this stump jump. And I am in the dumps.

New Faculty Orientation (or Death by Meeting)

Well, I appreciate lifestudent's optimism regarding my love life, but sadly my absence has NOTHING to do with that.

I have been sequestered away with all new faculty this past week in our New Faculty Orientation. My brain is mush.

Yup. MUSH. Talk about information overload. First you deal with the practical stuff: W-4s, I-9s, retirement accounts, and medical/dental benefits. It's important stuff that applies to everybody so I can't really complain about that.

But while you're going to and from each meeting, you are bombarded by all services available to you as a teacher. We're talking study abroad, library resources, public radio, the book store, the student union, etc. So even though I got a really cool bag from the bookstore, I ended up filling it with paper from all of these services.

Then you hear the Provost Speak. Then the Associate Provost. Then the President. Then the President of the Faculty Senate. Then the Provost Fellows. Then . . . a whole list of people I don't remember and, frankly, will most likely never see again!

And it felt like they were all saying exactly the same thing . . . only just different enough to confuse you.

Then you heard from more critical services: Center for Service Learning, IT, etc. Now, I get that most new faculty are going to need those services. Technology in the classroom is HUGE and very important to them. But I work in the arts and as such, find most of these meetings to be a waste of my time. Oh, sure, one of my classes will use an online site for class related responses and blogging. But for the most part, all that IT gobbledy-gook doesn't apply to me! And as I sat there and listened to it all . . . my eyes began to glaze over and I started to get confused by all the acronyms being bandied about. By Wednesday, I was convinced a majority of my brain cells were shut down - kaput.

But still there was more! On Thursday, we had an all-college meeting with the Dean (who I think is a rock star and I'm very excited about his leadership) who basically re-iterated everything that had been said by the President and Provost. EXCEPT that the Provost came and spoke AGAIN. I am not kidding you when I say I think I heard nearly the same speech from her FOUR times. WHY??? WHY TORTURE ME THUS???? I have WORK to do!!!

In the all college meeting, we spoke of the University's Public Affairs Mission and Five Goals, the Provost's 3-prong definition of Public Affairs, the Mission of the College and its goals, and how to incorporate ALL THAT into your teaching!!! And that you SHOULD be incorporating it into your teaching. HUH?? You mean I have to rework the syllabi I just spent two weeks on in TWO DAYS??? CRAP.

On Friday we had an ALL DAY faculty "retreat". Don't be fooled by that nice word retreat. It just means a meeting off campus. An ALL DAY meeting. There we talked about the Department's Mission and Goals and how to get that in your teaching as well as all the nitty-gritty of what's ahead.

We have a BIG accreditation review happening this fall so all our ducks MUST be in a perfect row by the end of October. As if my teaching 5 classes wasn't enough!

Plus we talked about budget and grants and tenure and promotion and recruiting and I don't even know what else.

I'm toast. Really. CRISPY TOAST. STILL. And it's been nearly 24 hours since we finished.

I must say I don't know how the University (or any higher education institution) thinks doing NFO the week before classes is SMART. It's NOT. It's confusing. It's mind-numbing. It's repetitive. And it just makes most new faculty a little angry.

If we're supposed to be focusing on EDUCATION then give us the freakin' time to focus on that! I was lucky enough to be well-prepared going into NFO. But I think of all my nice colleagues who just moved here. Who still have furniture to set up and boxes to unpack. Who still don't have keys to their office (if they even HAVE an office yet). Who still have syllabi to write and books to order. Their entire week was taken up with MEETINGS. It's just impractical.

So . . . thanks for letting me vent.

I will say some really good things came out of NFO. I met some really great women in other departments and a few of us already hit Martinis and Manicures together. So my social life - at least in regards to friendships - is already miles ahead of the wasteland. Oh, and I won a $50 gift card at the book store! FREE STUFF IS GOOD. :)

So, okay, NFO wasn't a total waste. But maybe I say that because most of my synapses still aren't firing.

I think I need a nap.

Love Update

Well, so far so good.

And don't be fooled . . . eHarmony can be nearly as overwhelming as the other sites.

In just 5 short days, I have been matched with 40 men. And though not all of them appeal to me physically (yes, yes - the whole vanity thing - blah blah blah), several of them do and also appeal to me "on paper".

HOWEVER, and this is a big deal for those who know me, I am communicating with ALL those who request it. But I am only requesting communication from the guys I'm really attracted to.

So what's out there?

Well, I am chatting with a really fun guy from Sydney, Australia. And there's a like-minded fellow from Colorado in the mix. Basically, I am chatting with gentlemen from all over the world.

Okay, so how does this change my "take out and cable TV" Saturday nights? Well, obviously if they aren't local it doesn't. But I believe that the guy for me could be ANYWHERE. I tend to bloom where I'm planted, so why not chat with somebody in Sydney? Or Colorado? I'd move there in a heartbeat if it made sense to me in the moment.

So I continue to search for love - hopefully, in all the right places.

And Michael from Boston . . . send me a picture! I lived in Beantown for a bit and LOVED it.

You never know. :)

Martinis and Manicures

So, last night I went out with my colleague, Blondie. We hit Tonic, a bar downtown that I hadn't yet been to, for their Ladies Only Happy Hour. They call it "Martinis and Manicures."

Okay, so I joke a lot about my new home town and no longer living an urban lifestyle, but OMG - membership has its privileges!

Blondie and I had no idea what to expect, but were game no matter what. And as we've been busting our asses preparing for a new semester, we decided a hump day treat was necessary.

So we got to Tonic and right away were surprised by how much they were catering to the ladies. Get this, the manicures are FREE during happy hour (6-8pm)! AND they had a bunch of local vendors hawking their wares in a little alcove. Everything from Tupperware to jewelry, it was there.

So we find a seat, put our names on the manicure list, enter to win a "salon basket", and peruse the martini menu. It is extensive for this town and impressive. She ordered a chocolate something martini and I ordered a tequila sunset martini. If you're wondering why TEQUILA, go back in this blog to find my Vodka stories. Trust me, you'll understand.

Anyway, our drinks arrived and HOLY COW was it a generous pour! Now, I mentioned in this blog that the Mud Lounge wine pours were generous, but it seems to be a town trait. An EXCELLENT one at that!

While sipping our first martini, Blondie and I got called for our manicures. Not only did they do the polish, but we also got a hand massage! AND, they passed out a free product and a coupon for 50% off any salon service! Now, the ladies reading this will get how big a deal that is, but gentlemen - imagine paying half for a green fees or half for tickets to a sporting event. Yeah, that kind of big deal.

So I got my nails done in a fabulous red (for heaven's sake, it was FREE) and returned to the table to order another round.

Blondie and I were then encouraged by our very gregarious and enthusiastic waiter to try the spinach dip. What the hell? So on his suggestion, we split one and frankly, it was one of the best spinach dips I've ever had. Of course, we had another round, too.

The evening progressed and then a live musician started to play. He was great! He played a lot of my favorite songs, and I have a pretty eclectic taste.

The waiter stopped by again, cleared the spinach dip, and asked if we wanted another. We said sure, and he rather coyly hinted that we weren't being very adventurous by ordering the same. So, we took the hint and ordered something different. My third pour was just as generous as my first pour. Impressive.

Well, the evening continued and Blondie and I enjoyed some lively conversation. At 8pm, the drawing for the basket was held (neither one of us won) and we decided it was time to settle the bill and head home.

Well, we got the bill . . . and get THIS: we each had three very good martinis, a manicure, and we split an excellent spinach dip and PAID . . . less than $15 a piece!!!!!

Needless to say, Blondie and I are going back in a couple of weeks.

I LOVE this town!

Running Much?

So, it has occurred to me that I haven't talked about running on this blog for some time. Strange seeing that it was created as such, but we all (all five of you that read it regularly) know that it has never been JUST a running blog.

So let me get back to the original intent for a post.

One reason I haven't mentioned my running much this summer is because there hasn't been much to mention! Seriously, I took some time off after the Half-Marathon in April and when I started back up, my leg was hurting me much like it did when I had my stress fracture. So I vowed to give it more rest and didn't really get back to the running until late June.

But then it was like I had never run before. Seriously. I could hardly get in two miles without getting light-headed or seriously winded. It was wildly frustrating and strange.

Now I mentioned, I think, I saw my acupuncturist in DC and she prescribed some herbs for me as I am blood deficient. Well, I have been taking them since my detox and I think they are making a difference!

I have been running four miles regularly with the dogs and, though we are going slower than I used to run, I am able to complete the mileage without wanting to collapse or faint. Last weekend I ran the four with Stella and Zoe and put them in the car to run two more. I got in SIX! That is a serious accomplishment considering my fatigue just a month ago.

So tomorrow, weather permitting, I am off to run eight. I imagine I'll take the dogs for the first half and then run the route alone a second time.

Let's hope this is the start of a trend I can continue. I still want to run that Stump Jump in October. The hard part will be figuring out how to keep the maintenance runs going during the week. I teach at 9AM every day but Friday starting in two weeks. That being the case, if I want to run in the morning, I'm going to have to get up at 5AM in order to walk Buster before I run with Stella and Zoe.

Yuck. I hate getting up in the dark.

Still . . . if I don't do it early, it usually doesn't get done.

So here's to watching the sun rise! And to running happy again!

Looking For Love

So, I'm in a new town with a new job, a new car, new pets, and a new (to me anyway) home. So what's missing??

A new man!!!

Yeah. I'm starting to feel the loneliness of the past two years away from DC. My social life has definitely suffered and though my new job gives me access to lots of pretty boys, it is unwise for me to actually DATE them.

So I am looking for love.

Where does one look for love these days? I mean, I'm without a wing-man for the bar scene and my work is either the aforementioned off-limits boys, married men - also off-limits, or men in other departments that I have no way of meeting. SIGH.

So I am once again back on-line.

I debated going back to match.com. I had a lot of fun dating boys from match and though none "stuck," I did meet some pretty decent fellows. But it's so overwhelming! And with all the new changes and challenges facing me, I decided I needed a more select group from which to choose. Why not get the service to choose for me?!

So I have listed with eHarmony. I know . . . I don't seem the type . . . not in the sense that I'm looking specifically for marriage (which in the past is what I felt a lot of eHarmony men were looking for). But they do a pretty thorough screening process so that I'm not inundated with options. The questionnaire seems to give you a chance to be brutally honest so I don't have to worry about "marketing" myself. And was I honest!

In the past, I may have tried to temper my answers. No more. I am 40 years old and pretty secure in who and what I am. Take it or leave it, I say. I don't NEED to be in a relationship. I just enjoy the company of men and would like to have more options on a Saturday night than ordering take out and watching cable or going to see a movie by myself.

So it's another adventure to add to my growing list.

I'll let you know what I find!

Be Careful What You Wish For . . .

Lest it come true.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

So I left out some details about Buster finding a new home.

People out here are pretty friendly, so while walking the dogs in the park, I struck up several conversations about the strays. Usually a person would say something like, "You've got your hands full!" or the ever-pithy "Who's walking who?" which would then lead into a brief, kindly conversation about the dogs. Also, when you walk in the park the same time regularly, you see the same people so they ask for updates. It was one such follow-up with a woman with a Westie that lead to finding Buster's new home.

She had mentioned she had found a Shih Tzu not long ago and the park grounds-keeper inquired about it. He was looking for something for his girlfriend.

Well, that didn't work out apparently, so he was still looking. So this woman introduced me to Jim and we chatted about Buster. He took a few pictures on his camera and asked that I call him the next day. Which I did . . . thinking he'd let me know if he was interested or not and we would plan a time to turn Buster over if so.

Well, Jim didn't need to plan a time - he was ready to take Buster - NOW. YIKES!! It was so quick I hardly had time to get the dogs in the car to get to the park, let alone think about favorite toys to give him and other things to make his transition more comfortable.

So we get to the park and Jim is waiting for us. Within five minutes, he's leashed Buster and whisked him away. But not before I gave him my information with an offer to pet-sit anytime or to take Buster back should I need to.

I got in my car and of course burst into tears . . . I had forgotten "Pig" his favorite toy and the cat bed he had claimed for his own. I forgot to tell Jim about Buster's little quirks. I didn't even get to say good-bye to Buster.

I got home and was overwhelmed with his absence and my guilt.

And I secretly wished I would get a call saying they needed me to take him back.

And, as the saying warns . . .

BUSTER IS BACK!

Yup, in less than 24 hours, I got a phone call saying, "It isn't working out." HUH? I mean, they didn't even give the little guy a chance to adjust!

But I was thrilled and quickly drove to the park to pick him up. All the dogs were excited to see each other and Buster appeared beside himself with joy to be back with his new pack.

So it looks as if I am now the proud owner of 5 critters: 3 dogs and 2 cats. I have already called the vet to schedule an appointment for all three dogs - gulp - so I can kiss good-bye a huge chunk of change. But they are so worth it.

I know this is going to be challenging; I have no illusions to the contrary.

But I'm up for it.

There's another saying that fits here, too: If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.

Looks like Buster's mine. :)

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Yesterday I said good-bye to Buster as he went to a new home.

I wept and continue to cry on and off.

Funny how these animals enter your heart and take hold. I miss his clowning around, stealing cat toys, and joyful disposition. I miss hearing his little legs run around on hardwood floor. I miss watching him race around the yard in wild play with Stella. I miss him following me from room to room. I miss waking up to him sleeping in the catbed next to me.

But I know he is in a good, loving home and ultimately my life will be easier. Emptier, yes, but easier.

Flea Baths for All

This morning, after an entertaining but tricky walk with all three dogs, I discovered fleas on Stella.

Oh joy, oh rapture.

I'm not surprised really, but had checked her before and hadn't noticed any. I guess I hadn't checked her carefully.

So it was flea bath time for all the dogs (except Zoe who is on Frontline). The good news is, after rescuing Bea, my vet said you can just use Dawn Dishwashing Liquid to kill the fleas. Imagine! No expensive dips or shampoos. Just Dawn . . . and maybe more than one bath.

Now, I know there are a LOT of opinions about if it's good for Fido or not, but I bathed Bea when she was only 2 weeks old TWICE a day in it for about a week (she was horribly infected) and she did GREAT on it. Stella hasn't scratched since and I'm pretty sure the little guy's scratching is from the damn burrs that I still haven't gotten off him.

I also washed all the bedding and couch upholstery (still washing actually) and sprayed all bedding, carpets, blankets, etc. with some Mycodex which I had left-over from my last flea battle.

Ah, the joys of owning pets.

It has been on my mind since finding the dogs that I will have to eventually get them to the vet. And my other critters need their annual checkup. OUCH - 5 animals going to the vet??? I can't imagine what THAT will cost me. Until that time, I'm getting a couple of flea collars for the strays.

Still, there was one high note in the day. After washing Stella and - since I need to call him something while he's here - Buster, they started racing around the house playing. SO CUTE! I then let them outside and they continued their hard play out there for quite some time. I love that they like each other. Their play even roused Zoe from her nap, but it wasn't enough to entice her to join them. It's very funny to watch because there is quite a size difference, but Buster won't let the big girl boss him around. He keeps up beautifully - and with a real sense of humor.

So that's the latest on my menagerie.

I think I have to bathe the cats, too, just to be sure. Won't THAT be fun?

Now What Do I Do???

Okay, so things are going mostly okay incorporating Stella into our home. She and Zoe had an altercation - well, actually, Zoe attacked Stella - over food our first full day, but we have corrected that problem.

And Stella has shown signs of separation anxiety, but I think we're getting over that hurdle, too. I purchased some Rescue Remedy and have gated her in my room instead of the laundry room when I leave. At least she has a dog bed there and my bed. I think she's more comfortable and secure there.

So, of course I am attached and thinking she's mine when I get an e-mail from my posting on craigslist. It's so vague though and asks for a photo (for some reason I couldn't get craigslist to post the photo - maybe 'cause its properties give away personal info? I don't know.) and considering she's an American Staffordshire Terrier - often confused for a Pit Bull (Brian, you were close!) - that I worry about dog fighting rings. She's already had a litter at her tender age and I don't want her to be a breeding dog for something like that!

However, she is sweet and well-socialized so maybe a family is looking for her. But I haven't seen anything posted on craigslist or ANYWHERE . . . so I'm suspicious about this response. I'm thinking about asking for a photo for the missing dog and details about the dog . . . is that a good way to progress? I just don't know what to do! I took the listing down out of fear but want to do the right thing.

And to make matters even more interesting . . . the stray whisperer struck AGAIN this morning!!!!

Yup, I found this little guy on my walk with Zoe and Stella along the South Creek Trail.

You've got to be kidding!!!

He was dragging a tether attached to his collar (again, no tag!) and was a MESS. He was extremely dirty and covered in burrs. UGH.

At first he wouldn't come near us, but finally his curiosity about the two females got the best of him (typical male - lol) and he approached the girls. He wouldn't come near me, but fortunately, I could step on the tether and secure him. He tried to run - he was very nervous - but he finally calmed down and I was able to walk him home.

Once home, I put him in the tub, bathed him, and spent quite some time cutting the burrs out of his hair. Sadly, the task is daunting and I haven't finished, but each time I pet him I am able to remove some. I called a couple groomers, but they cost a fortune!

Since he had a tether on, I really think he just got loose. So somebody HAS to be looking for him, right??? The crazy thing is, he has clearly been loose for some time. In fact, there is a craigslist posting that describes a small dog like him with attached to a tether way back in early July.

SIGH. I am certainly happy to help out, but I can't possibly care for THREE dogs and two cats, can I??? Of course, the shelters are closed and so he's here until Monday at least. Fortunately, he and Stella get along well, but Zoe . . . she is not happy about yet another dog. Frankly, I don't blame her.

Now what do I do????

Please Can I Keep Her?

So the stray whisperer hasn't lost her magic apparently.

Yup. I found her a short while ago - skittish, skinny, and collarless. And beyond that, she has recently had puppies. Not so recent that she would still be nursing but recent enough you could tell. I was riding my bike home from work and as I approached the yard she was in, she bolted across the street, scared. I got off my bike and just started chatting with her and before I knew it, she was sitting next to me letting me pet her.

She is SWEET! Once I gained her trust, I got her inside my gate (that was tricky - I had to leave the bike behind and retrieve it later) and fed her (it was time to feed all the critters anyway). Then I introduced her to Zoe, which went very well, and took them both for a walk on the same leash. Sounds crazy, I know, but it's pretty easy as I've had to do it before! When we got back, I got her inside - very carefully 'cause Zoe is still pretty territorial - and penned her up in my laundry room.

So . . . I called the Humane Society (the only shelter in town) and left a message because it was after hours - of course!

What next? I guess I call the Humane Societies further away and check and then I poster the area and some local vets.

Oy vey.

I have a funny feeling I just ended up with another dog.

Any name suggestions? I kinda like Stella.

Cleansing Crisis

I am in day three of a detox regimen.

I decided to detox because earlier this summer I had a really bad case of hives and had no clue what was causing it. As the skin is the last frontier for toxins, I figured the best that could happen would be the detox would clear my skin and the worst would be I would feel much better. Kind of a win-win scenario.

So when in DC, I visited my acupuncturist and asked for a detox plan. She gave me a very sound one (no starvation or apple diets for me!) and also prescribed some herbs for me. Apparently, I am blood deficient, which might be a good reason for my ongoing fatigue. But that's another story . . . or is it? I guess we'll see.

Anyway, the basic plan is fruit and grains in the morning (no oats!), steamed veggies in the afternoon, and more steamed veggies in the evening. The plan says you can add protein with dinner, if you are VERY hungry, but my acupuncturist insisted on it with my blood deficiency. Only water and herbal tea to drink. No caffeine, no sugar, no alcohol, no wheat, no dairy - basically nothing FUN.

So, thus my trip to Whole Foods in KC. I got some veggies I love and some I either never eat or never prepare. It was a good stock: broccoli, new potatoes, sweet potatoes, beets, and kale. I also picked up some Salmon for my protein and some quinoa for my grain.

The plan warns you to start the program when you can be home to rest. My acupuncturist repeated it so I figured the warning must have some merit but for the life of me I wasn't sure exactly what. I was told to expect headaches and I've experienced some caffeine withdrawal before, so I was prepared for that. I just couldn't figure out why all this NAP talk and stuff.

I found out before 3pm my first day.

I didn't just get a headache. I got a blinding, raging, kill me now headache. I have never experienced anything like it before. JUST AWFUL. My heart aches for people with migraines because if I had to deal with this pain on a regular basis I WOULD kill myself.

What I learned online was the headaches (and other side effects) are called a cleansing or healing crisis. Ultimately it's a GOOD thing, but tell that to me when I'm chewing on my sheets. The plan says no medications outside your prescribed medicine and at about 2am I really wished for a prescription of codeine. Or Valium. Or a bullet for my head! I am not kidding. In sheer desperation and lack of sleep, I finally broke down and took an aspirin. I am weak. I admit it. And in no more than 15 minutes I was feeling relief.

Hmm. I got sidetracked. Back to the cleansing crisis. Here is one definition I found online:

"The Healing Crisis, or Die-Off, occurs when the body is detoxifying -releasing stored toxins - too rapidly for the paths of elimination to manage, and toxins are therefore floating around the bloodstream, poisoning you all over again."

Lovely, huh?

Well, the headache came back around noon yesterday but I refused to give in and medicate again. Instead, I drank a ton of water (I was anyway, but I drank a lot more) and took a nap. A LONG nap. Like a 4 HOUR nap! I don't do things like this! Clearly my body was dealing with a lot of toxins. The good news is, the water and nap plan worked. Now, whenever I feel a headache coming on, I just drink a bunch of water. Last night, I slept all night (except to pee, which I have to do a LOT) and slept well.

Today, I am virtually headache free. And I have more energy than the first two days. So I am hoping I am over the worst of it.

The plan says to exercise daily and bathe often. Always good advice. Today I felt up to trying a run but think I may have pushed it. Then again, that could be my blood deficiency rearing its ugly head. It's so weird. I've run 6 marathons. I just ran a half-marathon in April. And now I can hardly manage 2 miles without feeling impossibly tired. I tried for 4 this morning and think I got in 3 . . . but when I would stop to let Zoe swim, I got frighteningly light-headed and had to walk. I eventually gave up completely and finished walking. SIGH. I wish my herbs would get here!

The bathing has been good though. I even bought a body brush as they recommend brushing your body to aid the detox before you bathe.

I admit, I am already weary of the routine. I long for pizza and ice cream and cheese and pasta! I have noticed, for the first time, just how many FOOD ads there are on TV. UGH! Though I am eating the kale, I don't love it. And the beets are a pain in the butt to peel. Seriously, the pop out of my hand and go flying all over the kitchen and leave little purple marks along their way. Annoying. And though I'm happy for the fish, I prefer it grilled over steamed any day. Preferably with a yummy marinade. And frankly, it's tough eating the same thing twice a day, day in and day out.

As I am running low on veggies, I went to the store today. I picked up broccolini for the first time. And spoiled myself with blackberries - yummy! I debated the Rainier cherries, but man they're expensive. Maybe when I FINISH the detox I'll get some. And instead of fish I'm trying Adzuki beans . . . they're supposed to be very good for detox and taste like red beans. I love them in Japanese ice cream so I'm game.

All in all I think the detox will be worth it. I can already feel a difference in my skin! Tomorrow is the half-way point and I'm eager to see how I feel on Wednesday. I'll keep you posted. And let's hope there are no more cleansing crises. I'll drink (water) to that!

Everything's Up to Date in Kansas City

So less about 12 hours after my return from DC, I hopped in my car and drove to Kansas City.

I grew up in this city and I hadn't been back in 9 years. I went to catch up with old friends, one who traveled from Dallas and wasn't in town for long.

As I drove over the state line, I crossed into Martin City. In my memory, Martin City is not much more than a crossroads, really - a one-horse town. What made this tiny spot on the map special was its number of quality restaurants where people would travel down from the "Big City" to enjoy a meal. The two I remember most are Jess and Jim's Steakhouse and the Smoke Stack (now known as Jack Stack - best BBQ hands down).

As I entered the town, I thought I got lost and ended up in Oz. I didn't even recognize the place! What used to be a little old cow town was now full of all the usual suspects: Target, Wal-mart, McDonalds, etc. I had no idea where the city was hiding its former dusty charm. It made me a little sad, but I suppose it prepared me for what I was about to encounter.

I continued on according to my mapquest directions to catch up with my friends at a place called Spin in Overland Park. Overland Park is actually my childhood home and when we moved into our neighborhood we were as far south as you could get - at about 103rd Street - and we were surrounded by farmland.

Granted, it grew over the years. But I couldn't believe how much it had grown when I drove in on 135th and it was all developed or the bulldozers and builders were busy adding to it. In that area of the country the roads are laid out in a grid, and I have a pretty good sense of direction, but I was all turned around! I had no idea where I was or what direction I was headed. It's strange to return to your home and be lost.

Well, I arrived on time thanks to mapquest and enjoyed a fabulous meal at this hot new pizza joint. Great food and fabulous prices. And it was fun to catch up with my old high school buddies in their element.

When lunch ended, I spent the afternoon with a friend at her very well-appointed home. Seriously, I live a completely different life than my dear old friends - every single one of them. I can't get over their homes! This particular friend has had most of the house redone over the past several years and the next project is an outdoor kitchen. I swear her house could be in a magazine. She showed me her walk-in closet and it has a little chandelier and a pouf to sit or stand on! She confessed she sometimes drinks wine and eats cheese in her closet. Yeah, it's that big. AND it's currently only holding her spring-summer wardrobe. Excuse me? My closet doesn't fit a grown-up person and it holds ALL of my seasons! Who am I kidding? I don't even have seasons! I teased her and said that next time she's getting ready to go to Goodwill that she should think of me. Well, no sooner had the words escaped my mouth than she was pulling stuff out and making me try it on - and then GIVING it to me! I have to say, I scored. I think I'm going to like shopping in her closet. Of course, it's win-win because when a hanger is empty, she gets to fill it with something NEW.

After that, we went to Trezo Vino at Park Place. It's a fun wine bar very near her home and we enjoyed a drink (I had Sangria, she had Chardonnay) before another friend picked us up to head out to Mission Hills to gather yet another friend. Growing up, Mission Hills was THE NEIGHBORHOOD in Kansas (it may or may not still be) and one of my friends actually lives there. I remember asking my parents to drive me through that neighborhood when we were nearby (not often) so I could admire the palatial homes. I still can't believe I know somebody who lives there! We drank some more wine, visited with her kids, and the took off for the Country Club Plaza.

The Plaza is one of the area's best features. It is modeled after Seville, Spain and offers high end shopping, dining, and entertainment. It was the first shopping "mall" of its kind and it really beautiful. Kansas City is known as the city of fountains and the Plaza has some of the loveliest.

Anyway, we went to Houston's for dinner there and had a great time.

The next morning I caught up with my oldest friends at one of their homes for breakfast. I got to see all of their children (after 9 years they have changed and some I had never seen!) and one friend's father. Aside for the surreal element of children being there, it was like I had never left.

On my way home, I stopped at Whole Foods as it is the closest one over 150 miles away. I figured why not? I stocked up on some really good produce before I hit the road.

I hope to return to my childhood home soon. After all, everything's up to date there!

Bittersweet Bon Voyage and Delicious Ambiguity

Today is my last day in DC for a while. Perhaps a long while.

I have had a great trip catching up with good friends and filling myself with good food and drink. I even managed to spend some time at the National Gallery of Art for a while last week. I got back to Sonoma for a full cheese board and two bottles of wine with the Hula Ladies and City Mouse. I went to another Bobapalooza at the Boss Lady and her fabulous husband's house where I partied with the rest of the gang. We played Bocce Ball and ate and drank and pulled whimsies from a pail. I caught up with Sweet Thang at Jaleo and enjoyed some fabulous Sangria. I had dinner at Cafe 8 with the Hula Ladies and we could hardly contain ourselves as we enjoyed their appetizer plate.

But today I say good-bye again.

And this is a tough one because I have to say good-bye to the World Traveler as she is off to the Philippines in a couple of months for two years with the Peace Corps. I am thrilled for her adventure (and admittedly a little jealous) and excited she is following a dream she has had for some time. I admire her courage and ability to say good-bye to her life as she knows it - selling or giving away most of her possessions and leaving creature comforts and friends in DC - to help people literally half way around the world. I'm not really sure I could do it.

I know we'll be in touch as often as possible. She has started a blog and as long as she can find a cyber-cafe she can keep all of her friends and family up-to-date. I imagine we'll become re-acquainted with snail mail, too.

But it won't be the same as seeing her (and staying with her) every time I visit this place.

Yes, the two years will fly by and I have grand plans to visit her around the globe. Yet there is a distinct possibility that this World Traveler will find a new adventure abroad after her two year stint and will permanently reside far far away.

So today's good-bye is bittersweet. It involves unknowing, and time, and space (a LOT of space) as well as adventure, joy, and living in the moment.

One of our friends gave her this quote over the weekend: “Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity…” – Gilda Radner

Well said, Gilda.

So with that delicious ambiguity in mind - the bitter and the sweet - I say Bon Voyage, World Traveler! You will be dearly missed here and you will be deeply welcomed in your new home.

Bumbles and Stinky Poopy Pants

So when my brother and I were running at the beach last week, he asked me why everybody else on my blog has a cool nickname but I refer to him just as "my brother."

I teased him and said I'd give him a nickname - did he like Stinky Poopy Pants?

He laughed and said brother was just fine.

Later in the week, he compared himself to the Bumble in Rudolf the Red Nosed Raindeer because he was able to put something up on the wall quite high up without help. I laughed and said he was also the Bumble because he BOUNCED (remember, Yukon Cornelius says when they survive the great fall, "Don't you know, Bumbles bounce!"). Then I said I could call him Bumble.

He made a funny face and said brother was just fine.

But it got me thinking. He deserves a cool nickname. Now, I'm hardly objective, but my brother is a cool guy. He's loyal, kind, funny, a good father and husband, a hard worker, and all around decent human being. I have fun with him now that we're "grown up" and not at each other's throats all the time (there were some trying years of dodgin hockey pucks and and getting checked into walls). So I'm looking for a good nickname.

Any suggestions?

If not, he's stuck with Stinky Poopy Pants or Bumble.

Beach Bumming

Yes, I've been missing for a few days.

This past week I spent with my family on our annual vacation to Hampton Beach, NH.

The family has been going there ever since my mother was a little girl. It's a beautiful spot that holds too many memories to count. It was a banner year this year as everybody made it for the full week.

Typically there are highlights and low lights - any family vacation would have its share of both. So here are mine.

Low lights: I wasn't feeling great most of the week. Ugh. Some kind of stomach thing. And it pretty much trumps all other potential low lights. But we had a night out to eat that ranks up there in the low lights - at Top of the Harbor restaurant. Messed up orders, only okay food, and way too expensive for what you got. NOT A GOOD CHOICE. That's one family of 13 that will never return.

Highlights: We had 5 amazing beach days. It's tricky in New England. We've spent entire weeks in jeans and sweatshirts before so having 5 warm and sunny days is a big deal. The "next generation" swam EVERY day - even the colder days. Nutty. My sister joined them for several swims even, but she has a wet suit. You won't get me NEAR that water without one and I would have to be REALLY hot to go in with one. You see, on a good day the water temperature is 62 degrees. Like I said, nutty.

We had a great meal at Michael's Harborside in Newburyport. Then again, we have a great meal there EVERY year.

The girls and boys split up (I joined the boys, however) and went to see Wall-E and Kit Kittridge (sp?) to get some relief from the sea and sun.

My brother, nephew, and managed to get in three runs. I wouldn't say they were great (remember, I wasn't feeling 100%), but we got them in.

We let off our own fireworks on the beach one night. If it weren't for the damn sand fleas biting us, it would have been a perfect evening activity. We had fun anyway.

The Acupuncturist and ER Doc drove down from Portland and spent one night with us. It was great catching up and chilling out with them. I'm hoping they'll return next year for a longer stay.

My mother's blueberry buckle. 'nuff said.

We enjoyed our annual 4th of July barbecue that also happens to be my sister's birthday. We made homemade ice cream (YUM) and my brother-in-law grilled up a storm of burgers, dogs, chicken, and a sole piece of salmon for me. Oh, and some asparagus. The kids decorated cup cakes in which we put candles to sing "happy birthday" and my sis opened her presents. Then it was fireworks time. After the previous sand flea issues, I opted to watch them from our deck. But the kids wanted to be closer to the action so the big boys rode their bikes up to the main beach and the rest hoofed it to the little beach down the street from the house. It was a good show from any vantage point.

After cleaning the house and packing up the cars, we all met at Kimball Farm for lunch and ice cream. This is another place we've been going to for many years. Their "kiddie" sizes are like eating an entire PINT of ice cream. I had a lobster roll for lunch (AWESOME) and was so full I just sampled others' ice cream. Good stuff!

All in all, a GREAT trip. Fun, sun, good eats, and great company. Oh, and I have a tan now, too. Wish I could beach bum a little longer.

Finally Freon - Take 2

Okay, so turning on the A/C didn't turn out well.

My friends arrived, but it wasn't really getting any cooler in the house and when I finally sat down to join them for libations, I felt HOT air coming out of the vents. Hmmm . . . some thing's wrong with that.

But then a few minutes later it turned "cool" (I use that term very loosely) and so we continued our conversation. Another few minutes later, HOT air. Then COOL. Then HOT. Then COOL. UGH!

So when they left, I gave up and opened the windows again and to my relief (and the critters), the place cooled down naturally.

The next morning, I got up and decided to throw the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. There were enough of them to justify it (I normally hand wash) so I placed everything in the dishwasher, add the detergent, and turn on the dishwasher. Nothing happens. HUH? I try again. Still nothing. Oh brother!

So the morning before I am to leave on my two week vacation my A/C and my dishwasher are broken. Needless to say, I make a call to my property management immediately.

In spite of my previous adventures with my property management, they sent the A/C guy out right away. Turns out, the thermostat was doing something funny (duh) and the HEAT was turning on! I wasn't losing my marbles after all. So he goes out to buy a new thermostat - a programmable, energy saving one God love him! - and fixes the problem. But the air still isn't very cold.

So he investigates some more and sure enough - the A/C needed freon as well! So the home is finally has freon for real.

I'm still waiting on the dishwasher.

Finally Freon

Today I finally broke down and turned on the AC. In fact, I turned it on no more than 10 minutes ago.

I debated not turning it on, but in the end decided it was time for a couple of reasons. The first reason being that friends are coming over tonight for margaritas and snacks and it might be more pleasant for them (the heat bothers them a lot more than it does me); the second reason being I am leaving for my vacation on Saturday and I figured ultimately having the house closed up and the air on would be easier for my pet-sitter. No rain blowing in to worry about, no animals too hot to worry about, etc.

I actually like not using the AC. I like just the fans going and the windows open - even in the heat we've been having the past few days. And I'm pretty sure the cats prefer it. They can lounge on nearly any window sill in the house (and there are about 25 of them). Even Bea will lounge happily on a sill next to Henry. I worry this new change will upset the new balance the cats have found, but oh well. I can be pretty certain Zoe will be happier!

Getting Back in the Swing of Things

Today, I went for run #2 with the new shoes. Getting back in the swing of things is always very difficult for me. My body protests, my mind protests, and I wonder why I continue to be a glutton for punishment. Experience tells me, however, that the pain of starting will change to the pain of getting better and stronger and eventually it will mostly disappear. That's why I begin again.

So Zoe and I went to explore the Galloway Trail. It's GREAT! I like it much better than the South Creek Trail because there is shade most of the trail (that we explored anyway), the mileage is marked along the route, and it's a little prettier, too. No surprise, it was also busier, but aside from having to keep Zoe on her leash, I prefer it busier. There is a camaraderie among trail users, especially runners, and I like feeling connected that way.

I had trouble finding the trail head in my car, so I eventually I just stopped at a pool that wasn't open yet and parked in their lot. From the lot I could see the trail. As it turns out, we were only a half-mile from the start of the trail so we just took off from there. It was pleasant winding our way along the creek. Now, today was harder than Monday because I was not only sore from Sunday's run, but also because I did the movement warm-up I do with my students for the first time since probably late April. Ouch.

Regardless, Zoe and I ran along stopping occasionally for Zoe to take a dip in the creek. We turned around at a really lovely park, which has bathrooms (hurrah!), and returned to the car. We followed the trail a little past where we were parked so I could figure out where I had gone wrong in finding the start and then hopped in the car and went to look for it. This time I located it without any trouble. So when we go for our run on Friday, we'll start at the proper start. It's nice to know we can park at other places on the route, too, in case we need a change of scenery.

We then returned home for breakfast and coffee.

I'm actually enjoying coffee this morning from a local coffeehouse called Kaldi's. My new home town has a number of quality coffeehouses; I discovered this one while still waiting on my furniture. But I finally broke down and bought a pound of the "natural high" coffee yesterday.

I ran a bunch of errands yesterday and made some really great discoveries along the way. I stopped at the Brown Derby International Wine Center for the first time. It's about a mile from my house and though there are lots of Brown Derby's in town, this is the BIG ONE. It has the most amazing selection of wines as well as any other beverage you could want. AND it has a cheese shop! I tried a combination of sage and blue that is to die for and vowed I would get some after my vacation. They also carry one of my favorite, but hard to find, crackers - American Vintage Wine Biscuits. Yummy! I could spend a bundle in this place, let me tell you!

I also stopped at Akin's, a natural food store in town and just down the road from Kaldi's. When you're in a town too small for a Whole Foods or Trader Joes, you have to look for your replacement. Well, this will work for me in most ways! It's very small, but packed full of great things and very helpful. I have recently had a severe outbreak of recurring hives (it seems to be seasonal, but who the hell knows what the cause is?) and after I see my acupuncturist in DC, I'll be heading to Akin's for my herbs.

So, yes, I'm settling in and finding the things that will help me call this place home for the year. It's nice to get back in the swing of things.

Fun Along the Way

In spite of a the trials and tribulations of my move (incompetent and destructive movers, a roach infested house, multiple tornadoes, and ticks), I have managed to have some fun along the way.

Zoe and I have been exploring the Ozark Greenways. We've managed to get to the South Creek trail regularly and, of course, the infamous Sac River Trail. I'm looking forward to getting to some others now that we're running again, especially the Galloway Creek Trail which runs by the nature conservation center.

A couple of weeks ago, I had dinner with some friends and then we went to the local Shakespeare Festival at Jordan Valley Park. We saw a production of Midsummer, directed by one of my new colleagues (let's call her Blondie 'cause she has the BEST hair). It was a lovely night and we had a good time. And last weekend I drove to St. Louis for their Shakespeare Festival and to catch up with the Fight Guy (he, of course, did the fights). It was a haul, and the parking was a pain in the ass, but ultimately worth it because I connected with the AD there, chatted with the Fight Guy, and saw a decent rendition of Richard III. Plus, it was a stunning evening.

And already my social life is much better than in the Wasteland. My first week in town, Blondie invited me to join her, her husband, and a friend of theirs from out of town for sushi (I'm blanking on the name, but will be sure to link it when I remember) and then the girls went to see the Sex and the City Movie. Last week, I met up with a Blondie and another colleague (we'll call her Ed) at the Mud Lounge in our funky little downtown. The bar reminds me of several DC bars due to its hardwood floors and exposed brick walls. We just ordered drinks (and their pours are generous!), but I hear the fondue is fab and I imagine I'll be back there regularly . . . or at least until the students return and take over the place. Still, one of my colleagues said that they don't really get there until late so maybe I can enjoy the place all year if I'm early enough. And on Saturday, I invited Blondie and her husband over for margaritas and snacks. We enjoyed two pitchers before we joined yet another colleague (we'll call him Movement Man) and his wife at the Galloway Station for more alcohol and snacks. Galloway Station has a great patio that reminds me of lots of places in Tucson. Those who know me know I adore outdoor seating!

So, here's to more fun along the way - I'm hoping I'll enjoy a year of it!

Be Prepared

While still waiting on my furniture a couple of weeks ago, Zoe and I found the Sac River Trail. Now, I grew up with a father and brother involved in the Boy Scouts and I was a Girl Scout for a time. I have gone on lots of hikes and camped a decent amount in my lifetime. I am very aware of the Scout Motto: Be Prepared. However, as I got out of the car at the trail head, I realized I arrived without a trail guide, without a hat, without bug repellent, and in my "good" running shoes. Did this stop me from continuing? Hell no. We got out of the car and set off, Zoe leading the way off leash and thrilled to be exploring. We started on a trail that followed the river (or at least a tributary of it?) and I decided that would be how we would keep track of where we were . . . just follow the river. The problem arose when we CROSSED the river and then before I knew it the river was completely gone. I figured, okay, just keep following the dog and we'll be fine.

It was fun tramping along. The trails were oddly quiet and Zoe was clearly in her element so I just kept going. But then it got hot. And buggy. And it had been raining like CRAZY the day before we went so places along the trail were all mud.

Time passed . . . and passed . . . and I finally decided we needed to find our way back to the car as it was no longer really fun and I was getting hungry. So I figured out which way was south (we were heading north when we started our journey) and believed eventually we would find the route out.

Sure enough, we stumbled along the river again. WHEW. But then I hit a nasty patch of mud and fell INTO it. UGH. I was covered in mud and my shoes nearly disappeared in it. Well, that's no big deal, right? It's wasn't until I felt a tickle on my wrist and noticed a tick planning on a meal there that it became a big deal. It was very small, but clearly a tick and I managed to pull it off me before it became embedded.

When we passed a little tributary, I rinsed much of the mud off my leg and finally encountered some folks on the trail. They were, of course, in long pants, wearing hats and carrying water, and suggested to me that I get a walking stick as the rocks can be slippery. Well, after one fall in the mud, what's a little water? But surely they were better prepared than I was in every way.

As we worked our way out of the woods and into the full sunlight, I looked down at my legs and saw lots of little "spots" - it looked like mud splatter but having just pulled a tick off me, I knew better. Sure enough, those spatters were all ticks - I was COVERED in itty-bitty ticks (upon further research, they would have been in the larval stage - the one on my wrist was probably nymph stage). UGH. So I began removing them before they could really get a strong hold.

Fortunately, Zoe gets her monthly flea & tick treatment so she was all set.

Eventually, I believed I had gotten all of them and Zoe and I climbed back in the car. Along the way home, I stopped at a Panera Bread for breakfast and checked myself again in the bathroom . . . naturally I removed a few more I had missed. Oh dear.

Of course, when I got home, I did a full inspection and was tick-free. But my shoes were TRASHED and I was stinky from the mud, water, and sweat. The trail had licked me. THIS TIME.

I'm sure Zoe and I will return to the trail. Only next time, I'm going to be prepared.

New Running Shoes

Hurrah! I have new running shoes!

Yup, yesterday I finally sucked it up and went to the local running store and purchased my much needed new shoes.

I love local running stores. They are far better than going to a major chain because they're really knowledgeable about the sport and they are your best link to what's happening in the region. I picked up several race brochures and hope to even run one or two of them. Plus, they have information on local running groups, so if I need some help training I know where to go!

And this place was even better because the young man selling me my shoes didn't automatically try to fit my into the most expensive shoe. He was really working with me to find the best shoe for me. Does that ever happen at your major chain stores?

He started fitting me in Ascics because all of my shoes for probably the past 8 years have been Ascics. But he also included the comparable shoe of other companies and lo and behold I have returned to Saucony! I'm really surprised, but they honestly felt better and after all the trouble I had this past year, I'm willing to jump ship and see if I can stay healthy in a new shoe.

This morning, I gave them their first test drive with Zoe. We had a good run. I never know with Zoe . . . she's been semi-retired as a running partner now for a couple of years so it's always a risk, but since I wanted to start out slow I decided to bring her along.

Now, I meant to head to the South Creek Trail which is just over a mile from my new house and one that Zoe and I walk nearly every day. It offers Zoe some swim time which is required along the way and she can be off leash much of it. But Zoe in her stubborn way demanded we go a different way. If fact, we took a way we have never been. Normally we'll walk north or south, leading eventually to the aforementioned trail or to Phelps Grove Park. But today, Zoe insisted we travel EAST - brand new direction for us. So off we went and she ran along happily as long as she controlled where we were headed. We ran through a hospital campus (avoiding construction along the way) and eventually found our way to the Springfield National Cemetery. Now, having lived in DC and in my last two years there spent a great deal of time at Congressional Cemetery, I was curious. So we entered and ran around the main area. As it turns out, the cemetery is split up and in between the two grounds is yet another cemetery, Hazelwood Cemetery. So Zoe and I decided to investigate - in spite of the "no pets" sign at the entrance. Now don't worry, folks, I kept her leashed and on the road.

So we wandered around there for a while and I could tell Zoe was starting to feel the heat. So we headed home.

I couldn't tell you how far we ran. I don't even know how long we ran, except that I think it was over an hour. It sure felt good to get out and explore my new town this way. So leg permitting, I'm looking forward to my regular running routine again. I'll feel better, I'll get to know my town a little better, and I can eat all the Ben & Jerry's singles I want!

Uh oh . . .

Ben & Jerry's makes individual size servings of their ice cream!

This may be old news, but it's new and dangerous news to me. I discovered the less-than-pint-sized cartons of heaven at my new grocery store and as I have no will power, I purchased two. One is still in my freezer. It won't last the weekend.

I better get those new running shoes and start working out again. Not only do I have a race coming up in October, but I sense between the hot ice cream man and the cold singles of Cherry Garcia in my fridge it will be a summer of more than my usual share of ice cream. I need to get back into my workout routine!

Until then, uh oh.

Recycling Runs

Well, I'll admit what Anonymous commented on my last entry is true . . . things are complicated when it comes to environmental issues. And I don't imagine my lawn mower is a perfect solution to a huge problem . . . not hardly. Even little steps forward I consider positive and so just cutting down on noise pollution is a small step in the right direction.

That in mind, moving to my new home town has been a fascinating study in garbage. When I lived in the Wasteland, I was horrified at what I saw people putting curbside to throw away. In that town, you put it out, the garbage collectors will take it away . . . so it makes people lazy about their garbage. In DC, the cans were small and they wouldn't take big items so you had to find another option and PERHAPS that meant more people donated their gently used goods or sold them online or had a yard sale. Still better options than right to the dump. At least in both towns they had curbside recycling.

Not in my new home town - oh no! In fact, the city isn't in charge of garbage here like every other place I've lived. Here, you have to find a private waste collector to take your garbage and if you're lucky, they'll offer recycling for an extra fee. And because it isn't EASY and costs more (really, the fee is small), I see loads of plastic, paper, and glass filling the 96 gallon garbage bins curbside. It makes me sick.

So I called my garbage collector to ask about what they offer in recycling. Fortunately, they do offer it, but UNFORTUNATELY they take very little in the way of recyclables. Only plastics 1 & 2, paper (no cardboard), aluminum, and glass. Better than nothing for sure, but not as extensive as even the Wasteland.

So I started checking around and there is a recycling hotline here which is great. I called and found out they have several recycling centers in town and they take pretty much everything except Styrofoam. So I decided to do it the "hard way" and make my own recycling runs.

First I needed some bins, and I found some great stackable bins that hold a lot at one of the myriad of superstores in town. I got three and they sit neatly in my kitchen and collect my recyclable stuff. It's amazing how quickly they fill up and how slowly my garbage bag fills up.

So after all my unpacking (I had a TON of damaged boxes and stuffing paper to get rid of, as well as over two weeks worth of plastic and glass), yesterday I decided to get rid of it all. I packed up my new car and though it holds a LOT, I couldn't get it all in so I knew I needed to take two trips.

I'll be honest. I figured I would be nearly the only one at the center mid-day on a Wednesday. I had little hope this town cared much based on the garbage bins I pass on my daily walks with Zoe. Was I ever pleasantly surprised when I saw at least 10 other vehicles there whose owners were unloading their beer cans, wine bottles, newspapers, and yard waste. I felt like the Grinch when his heart grew three times! Seriously . . . I was thrilled.

So I unloaded the tons of broken down boxes and packing paper and got back in my car to return again. I was so pleased with how easily the bins unstacked even full and fit into my car with the last of the paper and boxes. And off I went for another recycling run.

Once again, the place was busy with all sorts of folks taking care of their mother earth in their own small ways. And who knew eye candy would be present as a bonus? Yup, one hot man was unloading his truck. Does the heart good.

Now Anonymous might argue that the gas burned by all these folks getting to the center is a waste and he's right. It would make more sense to have curbside recycling as extensive as the center. It would make sense to have MANDATORY curbside recycling or your garbage won't be picked up. Portland, Maine, has a great system: you have to BUY your garbage bags but your recycling bags are free. Damn if I wouldn't try to fill those free bags first!

I get the issue is complicated or complex. But once again, it's the small things that make me feel as if I'm doing my part. I ride my bike to work weather permitting, I still have my house open to fresh air and it's almost July, and I make recycling runs. It's truly the least I can do.