Rainbows

I got hit on by a girl today. It was the sweetest and nicest come on I've ever had. And, when I informed her that I was very straight she took the rejection with class and told me to look her up if I ever wanted to explore. Kind of makes me think being a lesbian might be easier but I assume there are creeps no matter your orientation.  But after last week it really was a breath of fresh air.

I Have No More Fucks to Give

It has been a trying week. Mostly on the guy front.

I've been propositioned by a much younger boy, which admittedly, I'd be open to picking up a booty call but I have a system. Meet in public first and then go from there. If I can't stand your voice or I get the "creep" vibe we're all good in public. But blindly inviting yourself over with out meeting is cray cray. The convo didn't go past me saying a bar would be more appropriate.

I've been called a cunt. I canceled a first date with a guy I was on the fence with to begin with. Then was turned off by the conversation with him. Then he actually answered some online questions which showed we were complete opposites and had nothing in common. He felt that opposites attract and I felt that if that were true I'd still be with the conservative lawyer. I apparently am shallow for wanting things in common and not the fact that there's a physical attraction.

I've been called fat. If that were true why would you even contact me to begin with? I handle rejection with aplomb. Is it so much to ask that the others do too?

One at a time over time I can handle. All at once and it's just a bit too much. 

I'm Sort of Back. Maybe? I Don't Know.

At my last PT appointment my therapist told me to go ahead and try "running". Running is in quotations because she asked me to do 2min fast walk with 1min running.

I had my doubts.....but I have to say it's gone pretty well. I ran three times this week, 1 mile, 1.5 miles, and 2 miles!! There were points where it hurt a little but I just stopped and stretched and went on. I have to stretch periodically through out the day but it's not that terrible. I am hopeful!

Now! You might want to know what I've been up to lately since I haven't written much since the end of August. Well, my last two weeks have been chock full of heels and power tools. More power tools than heels, though.

I came home from my friends weekend on Labor Day and took in my sad, sad kitchen. The kitchen has always bothered me but it was mostly workable. When I first moved in I, as in my mother, painted the cabinets, I painted the hardware, put in new flooring, and baseboards. The cabinets are original to the house and had so much paint on them that they no longer shut. So I stripped them down, sanded them, repainted them, and put on new hardware. And they still don't shut!! I give up on those.

The counter and back splash is a whole 'nother story.The counter was a  variable green snowflake design. Like, literally green snowflake shapes! And the back splash was one inch tile also in various greens. I scrubbed all of it down with steel wool, degreased with alcohol and then primed both. The tile I painted a shiny white but the counter got a faux stone finish before being sealed.

Getting all the right hardware has been a trial. I went through two different sets of handles and hinges!

Since the kitchen has been TOE UP, I've had to make do with mostly prepared food. And while it may have been nice the first couple of days it is getting damn annoying. I can't wait for fresh food and to get cookin'!

That's it. I'm too tired and sore to write more.

My August

Bracelet Rocky gave Sophie

Oh My God!! I can't believe August is over. I feel like summer just got started. And my August has been jam packed with fun and stuff.

The first week of August I got a paid trip to NC where I saw a long lost friend. I don't know why we didn't get a pic of the reunion but sadly we did not.

The second weekend of August I actually got to go to the beach for the first time ALL SUMMER!! It was amazing and I'm hoping to go one last time this Monday for Labour Day.

Walking into The Feast

The following weekend my sister, Sophie and her fiance, Rocky Balboner (his choice), came for a visit. I took them to the Westside Market for the sight and the most amazing crepes. They had a special August crepe with honey, honey chevre cheese and strawberries. Don't worry, I split it with my sister. After Lunch/dinner we went off to the Feast in Little Italy. Here we proceeded to have a great time. My sister kept trying to get me to talk to the guys but I felt that it was a little weird that they wore more jewelry than I did. Her reply was that it was good thing cause then they'll give me lots of jewelry too. At which point Rocky walked up and put a rubber bracelet on her wrist!! "SEE!!"

There are so many stories for that night:
-Like the married guy that kept buy me drinks and who my sister kept forgetting he was married every 20 mins!
-Or Sophie and Rocky getting lost on one street and calling me to come find them.
-Or finding out that they bought me pizza instead of the fried dough I asked for. I never got either of them. And didn't find out about the missing pizza till the next afternoon.

PHOTO BOMB!!

This past week I've been on vacation and spent the weekend mostly with my sister and parents. Then yesterday I saw some extended family on Catawba. I also saw Original Flavor for drinks and dinner. My original plan was to go to Myrtle Beach but nixed it to spend time with my family (and save money). It was a good thing too, I had to replace my front breaks and hoses (so much for saving money) when they wouldn't release.

This final weekend of August I get to see my 5 greatest friends. Most of us have been friends from high school, one I have known since grade school. It should be low key but great fun!! Can't wait!!

Six Months

That's roughly how long I'm going to be off running. BOOOOO!!!!!

I saw my ortho today and I should just go ahead and sit the MD boards. It was exactly what I thought it was, insertional tendonitis of the achiles. They did take some X-rays and there were no stress fractures or spurs. There was how ever the start of calcification of the achiles, which can happen after repeated injury. I've found that it happens a lot with me. I've had to have my back ultrasounded and red lighted twice since 2001. My muscles get so tight for so long that they start to calcify.

So now I have to do physical therapy and lots of stretching. I have to wear a heel lift for a week (it feels really weird). I can bike and swim and weight train. Crossfit was not recommended but I think I can tweak the WODS to accommodate my heel.

Now I NEED to get serious about my food since I can't run and will be a little less active for awhile.

A Wake Up Call

I need to get my WILL in shape!

Since I haven't been able to run I really haven't done much of anything else. I could swim but I haven't much. I could bike but it's been hanging unused in my garage since May. And I have been going intermittently to the gym for workouts. I'm hoping to change that NOW! My plan is to do crossfit 3-4xs a week and at least get a long bike ride in on the weekend.

My appointment with the orthopedic is tomorrow so I'll at least have an answer on what is going on with my foot.

My wake up call actually happened yesterday. I AM KNOWN AT CHIPOTLE!!

Picture it, Summer 2014....I've been incredibly busy with work and life stuff. It seems like something has been happening every weekend this summer. Not to mention I have had to go into work on most weekends for at least an hour. Last weekend I was actually in the lab for 4 hours on Saturday and 3 hours on Sunday. I needed to travel out of town for work on short notice and would be gone Monday-Wednesday. I went in last weekend to set up travel plans and put together everything I would need to run experiments in another state. Since I was gone for most of the week it seemed crazy to go grocery shopping like normal. So I ate Chipotle a few times before traveling and after. And....now they know me.



(This post was way better in my head but I don't want to rewrite it.)

Oh NO You Didn't!!

About three weeks ago I met up with the most incredibly nice guy. We had chatted over email briefly. I had my reservations, we had nothing in common except weight training, email was stunted, and I was only remotely interested in his basic profile. But he persisted. And I like that. We talked over the phone and he had a great voice.

We met for drinks and he was.......small. Short mostly. And again the conversation was not free flowing. I will say he was one of the nicest guys I've met. He off
ered to walk me to my car and asked to see me again. I always try to do two dates (unless the date is an absolute disaster or the guy is amazingly crazy), everyone is nervous on first meetings. Including me. So I said yes.

It took 2 weeks to get to our second date and the convos between were not great (1st strike). I still felt like we had nothing in common and I also felt like he thought there was more between us than there was. He told me he told his friends about me and was talking about me to his brother. At that point I felt the need to point out that we had only had one date and it was a bit premature to go telling people about me. He didn't take that well.

Finally, we met up for our second date and he was 30min late!! I probably would have left but I had the best blueberry cider I  had ever tasted! During the evening I found out that he had made plans for later with his friends, which i could join if I wanted. Uh, no.

There were two kickers that finally decided me on his fate. He brought up the talk about him talkign to his brother about me and that he felt I was angry over nothing. I replied that I wasn't angry about it but felt he should know where he stood and that it possibly came across wrong because of the bourbon. Mind you I wasn't drunk, just walls a little lowered. His reply was, "Remind me never to let you have bourbon."

LET ?! LET?! No one LETS  me do anything. I just do it. 2nd strike, Dude.

When we were done with our drinks and it was time to leave I stood up and started for the door. At this point he's only seen me sitting. I stand up and I am a whole head taller. I wore flats for the first date. I wore heels for this date. He looked up at me and said, "You can't wear those again." Strike three.

Nobody tells me what to do, except my mother and father. And even then there is some strong discussion in the process. I decided then and there that this would never work out. For one thing, I love my heels. For another, who tells someone after two dates what they can do?