A random dude I had never seen in my local running circuit ran along side me and said, “Hey you. You wanna run together?” in quite the seductive voice. Mind you, this was in the middle of a 5K.
Um, I’m running at a decent clip right now. I can barely speak. I have a boyfriend. Why are you hitting on me while we’re in the middle of this race? All these thoughts ran through me and I said nothing. He ran past me and when I saw him again, he looked like he hit a wall. He had both his hands on his head and he was breathing heavily. Noob!
At the end of the race (I had beat him) and after the awards ceremony, he came up to me and congratulated me on winning my age division. Then said, quite smoothly, “Nice trophy. We should run together sometime.”
Granite was not there to witness the hilarity, but my running buddy and training partner couldn’t stop laughing our entire way home.
Guys, don’t hit on runners while we’re racing. Thanks.
"Putting people down undermines our ability to have meaningful relationships."
Something one of my professors said as we discussed the power of relationships. It’s relationships that make people happy and those should be the center of care when we’re in therapy.
Unfortunately, we live in an individualized centered society where we focus more on the rat race in our own lives rather than cultivating healthy communities filled with positive relationships. We don’t care who we hurt, as long as we’re in the lead and carry the power.
Being constantly plugged into technology for our own self-absorption and validation obstructs future generations cultivate healthy relationships because we have created a disorder of disconnection.
Completed my second half marathon! After my first, I felt invigorated and eager for my next. After this one, I wanted to collapse into the fetal position with a steady flow of smoothie in my mouth.
Hills are not my forte. The first half of the race I was killing it, running at a 7:35 pace, feeling fantastic. Then mile 8 came and so did the mountains. One of the volunteers handed me a gu packet and it dropped to the ground, so I had to turn around, stop and pick it up. Losing momentum is a killer, but not as much as what was ahead of me.
Hills?! These were more like mountains! The climbing didn’t stop until close to the 11 mile mark. As I was trotting (I don’t think I can call it running) I heard one of the race officials say, “She don’t look so good.” Nope, I felt just a terrible as I looked. With every climb, I kept saying to myself, What goes up, must come down. Finally, at mile 12, I felt like I could give it my finally push.
I came across the finish line a little until 1:46. I’ll take it.
Do you think people’s styles and wardrobes are predominantly based on their work environments’ dress codes?
I was with Emma and Pippy (Granite’s sister and sister in law) going through dresses in Pippy’s closets for Emma to wear for an upcoming party. Pippy shared how she accessorizes her dresses for work. I was amazed and slightly envious.
No way I could ever get away with wearing that sexy number to work no matter how much I try to make it conservative. Then, I started thinking about my own clothes. I am straight out of Banana Republic and j.crew with a splash of Express. I wear more than those brands, but I have to dress professionally, business casual, with a stronger emphasis on the business.For my internship, I’m encouraged to wear jeans and sneakers. It’s such a treat.
Basically, my wardrobe reflects my professional lifestyle more than it ever did. It’s harder for me to justify buying clothes that are inappropriate for work. (An exception for bathing suits and shorts)
Well folks, the company I work for has officially blocked tumblr as a ‘suspicious’ website. Took them long enough! I haven’t decided if I am going to keep this going because I mostly use tumblr while at work. I’ll keep you posted.
It’s true, everything has an expiration date…
This was what she said regarding how difficult being a mom is in a recent interview:
I think it’s different when you have an office job, because it’s routine and, you know, you can do all the stuff in the morning and then you come home in the evening. When you’re shooting a movie, they’re like, “We need you to go to Wisconsin for two weeks,” and then you work 14 hours a day and that part of it is very difficult. I think to have a regular job and be a mom is not as, of course there are challenges, but it’s not like being on set.
There are way too many entitled people living in this world. Another case of ‘affluenza’.
To all the small chested ladies out there, love your boobs. My A-cups are fabulous. Seriously, stop fretting about being flat. They are beautiful; you are beautiful. I get many compliments on them, even before they were pierced.
However, I wasn’t always in love with them. People told me I could never wear certain dresses or tops. One asshole once said to me, “You’re lucky nice asses are the in-thing because you’re not getting anywhere with your chest.” Hey, buddy, fuck off and take your shaming comments with you.
I do have a fascination with big boobies. I like motor boating my girlfriends and playing with their boobies. Boobs are fun in all sizes!
Reblogging. As The Bloodhound Gang said in the 90s, Hooray for Boobies!
Also, I decided to take my piercings out. No more barbells for this gal…for now.
How does Pottery Barn know I’m nesting?! Stop sending me all the things I want to buy!
"Most drug use isn’t about drugs but about coping with life, and some people have more to cope with than others."
One of my clients shared him and his wife have been happily married for over 56 years. I asked him their secret.
"We never nitpick each other. We stay out of each other’s way. It’s worked out well for us."
There you go, folks!