Facebook Ponderings

Like most people, I own a Facebook page. I also like to check out the status of people, find out what is going on while I was working, or doing some random adventures. I sit and scroll through status, see people's pictures and often I wonder, will I post the same things at some point in my life?

Currently being single, I never post things about how my husband is amazing, or my boyfriend is the best in the world. I have personal issues with those statements anyways, but will I be one day posting those things as well?

If I don't, would said future boyfriend be hurt because I don't put his great deeds on Facebook for all of the world to see? Will his friends be like dude, your super romantic weekend must not have been so awesome if your woman didn't brag about it on Facebook. Is Facebook just the new beauty shop in a way? The place where you spill all of your moments both big and small to your friends. But instead of just a few 10-15 it moves up to the hundreds?

If I have kids, will they be my profile picture? Or will I be in the picture with the kid? Would, if pregnant, I post the ultra sound? Will I also say they are the best, smartest, cutest kids in the entire world?

When natural disasters strike am I going to tell everyone how pissed I'll be if my internet goes away for a few days?

When sending requests for games, I never respond, is that offensive? Do people even notice if you don't play their games?
 

Alphabet Game

While driving from Virginia to Pennsylvania, Amanda and I had about 5 hours to kill. After talking about some random things, doing a mental check that we didn’t need anything else, and listening to music, she mentioned she didn’t know any car games.

“Well, what did you do when you were younger?”

“We talked. There were 5 of us, so mostly we talked.”

There were five us as well, but we did not talk the whole time. Don’t get me wrong, if you keep silent, even as a child I would keep talking and talking until you begged for mercy, or more often than not, just walked away.

However, in a car, there are no places to walk away too. Plus, every once in a while, a very far while, I have nothing to say.

Seeing as a lot of our car travel happened when we were younger, and it was just at the start of when TVs started to appear in vehicles, we did not have any. This was also around the same time that Game Boys were starting to come out, which means they were super expensive and we, like the TV did not have one of those either.

Some of the younger generation might have started to hyperventilate at that last paragraph. What in the world did we do then?

We had a few options actually. Sometimes my mom would make little kits, with games, coloring books, a photo copied map of where we were going so we could follow along, snacks, and travel games like magnetized chess or Trouble. We also had the option to read or sleep. I often choose sleep.

We also played games. Sometimes we just counted the different state license plates, or travel games like magnetized chess or Trouble, but we also played the Alphabet Game. This was done in teams, pairs, and singular. It is just something we always did on road trips. Amanda had never played this game before. I taught her and so now I shall pass this game on to the rest of the world. A google search might have it as well, but these our “house” rules version of it.

Thursday's Wins Vs Losses

Last Thursday was a little rough. It got better but here were some of the wins and losses for the day.

Win – getting up when the alarm clock went off

Win – going over to friends house for a run and being there basically on time

Win – completing said run

Win – remember to get gas on the way home so there isn’t a will I have enough gas to make it to work game.

Loss – not being able to find anything to wear

Loss – running behind even though I’d been up for an hour and half

Loss – walking out the door without soccer ball

Loss – putting lunch on top of car and driving away

Win – remembering  about said lunch. Stopping and being able to at least have soup. Yogurt and   cheese stick are MIA

Loss – it not being jean day at work like previously thought

Loss – locking myself out of a system I need to get into

Loss – forgetting to take daily pill

Loss – Sending out e-mail that normally goes out about 10:30 at 11:15 with no subject

Win – lunch outside in the sunshine

Loss -  No one showing up to soccer practice

Win - Soccer pratice cut short

Win - Getting most the luandry done for camping adventure.

Trips for Runners

Sexiness

Over the last about three to four years I have become a runner. I say become, because I am by no means a good runner, a fast runner, or really even gone that far as a runner.

I run because ever race or even run is a small goal accomplished. I always feel better after the run. It is great for stress relief. I like to think that every breath out is more negative feelings, thoughts and emotions leaving my body. It usually works and gives me the freedom to smile again. Plus, why not run while I still can?

Now, whenever getting ready for a race you have to make sure you look as sexy as you can. My normal set up are my sexy knee braces, long shorts, t-shirt, visor (usually), now that the weather is getting colder I sometimes run with a bandanna around my face like a bank robber. I am all kinds of sexy.

Tomorrow I have another 5k race. I never try to actually win these races as much as make it across the finish line, don’t puke, and try to beat the last time I had.

Today’s blog is about a few Do’s and Don’ts that I have learned while running. Enjoy!

I like your shoes.

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“I like your shoes,” these four little words were the end of a peaceful night for a few days ago.

I was out at Buffalo Wild Wings having a good bye drink with a friend that would no longer be working with me. There was a group of us all hanging out, laughing, talking, having a good time. I was starving so I was eating some food, I had just one beer and some food so I could be the DD if people needed it.

One part of being both a DD and being a good girlfriend is to go with your girlfriends when they have to go to the bathroom, regardless of you need to pee. It doesn’t happen every time, and it doesn’t happen with every set of girlfriends, but when they say let’s go to the bathroom, you go. You can fight and protest, but in the end they will win. The problem with this is that the more they keep drinking the more times they have to pee and you have the option of taking notes on what not to wear in the restroom. Maybe some phone numbers if you’re really bored. Or trying to figure out what the names scratched in the bathroom door are actually trying to say. Is that a person or a pet name? Hmmm……

On one such trip to the bathroom I noticed a guy by us wearing some sweet red and white classic Chuck Taylor All Star low top sneakers. I love Chuck Taylors. Not like but LOVE these shoes. I hope to own the rainbow in the low top classic style one day. So I said, “I like your shoes,” and continued walking to the bathroom.

As I walked away I hear, “I like you.”

I rolled my eyes and in my head was like alright? My friend I was going to the bathroom with was like dude, you NEVER tell a guy you don’t know you like his shoes? I was like what? Why? She’s like you just don’t.

I quickly learned why.