A blog full of memories
I ran my first marathon last Sunday: The Napa Valley Marathon. I started trail running last October with my friend Mitch from ClimbingAndRunning.com. I started with just a few miles a week. Five miles maybe. By December, I ran my first race (17K). At the end of that race, I though, “Hmmm. I think I …
My friend Katey over at John Tyler Wines wrote a post last week where she started asking men how they would describe their ideal woman as wine. Head on over, have a look. In this world of wine and wine-lover vocabulary and all the discourse on the internet about wine and loving wine, you’d think …
My sister sent this bear warning to me today. She’s somewhere in South America right now. I’m sure she found it somewhere on the internet. You can’t make these things up!
Last week, I published my list of 25 random things about me. And did all the appropriate tagging in Facebook. I couldn’t tag my friend in Yellowknife though, she’s not in Facebook. I tagged her through my blog and yesterday, she sent me her list. When this post feeds into Facebook, I’m going to tag …
I don’t know. Really. I don’t. But I do know that I think I got eight blog hits from the search phrase: “what do you do when your pants are stuck to your knees because of frost bite” You found my category: All about my butt. I just want to say that I don’t …
No really. As much of a havoc the weather is wreaking in the rest of the country (and Canada), not having rain here is a catastrophe. A disaster. Some people aren’t complaining, but they’re not growing our food–and–errr-wine. Maybe if we play a song:
From the meme thing going on in Facebook. Once you have been tagged, write a note with 25 random things about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. Tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you it’s because I want to know more about you. (To do this, go to “Notes” …
And what you do give them, hold them accountable. ’nuff said.
My dad pops up on Skype video now. My computer rings and every time I click the red telephone to answer, I say: “On screen.” And the video starts. The other day, my Dad appears on screen and he’s pissing himself laughing. “Jennie.” He snorts through his snickers. “Jennie. I’ve decided to adopt a dog’s outlook …
[EDIT] I revoke my poem. I knew the opening four lines, but NEVER studied the text–until now! GOOD GOD…Why didn’t somebody say something???? Horrors! My intentions were honourable though. Completely. AND I had that scene from Dead Poet’s Society in my head, where the student stands on his desk as the teacher is leaving…and starts …
After many conversations and shared moments, and a few evenings of phone calls where I have tried to gather up courage to ask, I finally just say: “Hey. I have a question.” My heart rate sky rockets, but I try to be casual. And I ask: “Umm…., well, what do you want?” And in a …
Well. Sometime in January, I usually look at what I did last year, and I make a game plan for the next year. I have a few friends who do this on their birthdays. I have another friend who does this at New Year. I like to take the entire month of January and reflect. …
