Sunday, April 26, 2009

My Own Movie Melodramatic Moment

Yesterday after a great but intense workout at the gym, I still wanted to go out for a walk. Mostly just to "be" outside. I had a brilliant idea. I would walk to the park and sit outside and read for a little while and then walk back. So I packed a bag and threw on my flip-flops. I intentionally didn't wear sneakers so I wouldn't run.

I got about halfway to where I was headed when I realized the sky ahead of me was getting dark and the wind was picking up. So I smartly decided to turn around and head home. About a 1/2 mile from my house the rain begins and I begin to run. The wind and rain pick up, I pick up as much speed as I can manage in wet flip flops. At some point I decided to just lose the shoes and run barefoot. Sopping wet hair all in my face. And I have this feeling like I'm in a movie scene.... the angry/tramatized/deeply in love heroine running through the rain.

Except all I was running for was because I had a library book in my non-waterproof bag all my windows were open - car and house!

And as only a great movie moment would, as soon as I got everything closed up and out of my drenched clothes the sun came right back out!

Today I'm staying close to home.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Where are the peeps!?!

Despite my healthy eating habits, I was expecting my mom to buy me peeps for Easter. She always does. I even have her trained to slit the plastic so they start to get stale for me to eat them. This year no peeps! None! Zip! Not one yellow chick or pink bunny.

Instead she bought these cute marshmallow kabobs with butterflies and bumble bees and doggies. While I appreciate her effort. Marshmallows covered in sugar are not all the same. They were not peeps! It's like stopping at the gas station, getting a slush and calling it a slurpee. Not the same thing, people! I went into momentary peep depression. (I am fully aware of the fact that I could just go to the store and buy them for myself, but then I can't justify eating them by saying someone else bought them)

Thankfully, the peep tragedy was short-lived. As I so generously donated my "kabobs" (cause it wasn't worth the calories for the imposters) My coworker generously offered to bring in the remaining 2 (already stale... YES!) peeps from her son in exchange. Thus the peep tragedy has ended.

All morning 2 yellow chicky peeps have been calling to me. I have held out to make them my lunchtime dessert. Soon they will be no more and I'll be waiting for next year. I'll be sure to tell my mom it's peeps or nothing, please.