Newish stuff to report

Well hey, happy February! I really meant to post more (as in, more than once) in January — I have all this free time now, you know — but I guess I was busier than I thought. I did run/walk 70 miles, which is almost more than double my highest mileage month in 2014, so that must’ve been what I was up to. Most of those were walking miles (to motherfucking hell on earth: The Park), but I did randomly run six miles the other day. I got to four miles and was passing my house and I had that great runner moment where I felt SO! AWESOME! and so I kept running and then I felt not awesome at, like, mile 4.5, but I kept going because my alternative was going home and doing yard work. So. No.

I took a picture of her new shoes and so she wanted me to take a picture of my shoes and yes, I am everything wrong with the world, for I am raising a shoe selfie-taker.

I have been in such a weird TV place these days. I usually get so excited for the return of winter shows, but other than my Housewives and other sundry Bravo crap, I have not been into it. I have a ton of American Horror Story, Nashville, Shameless, House Of Lies, ET CETERA episodes on the DVR and no real interest in watching them. Part of this is the Breaking Bad phenomena. Chris and I watched the shit out of that series, even waking up at 6am on Saturday and Sunday to finish up, that I’m just now meh about anything else. ENOUGH TV ALREADY. But, there are new shows I’d like to watch (True Detective, Looking), but I just have so many other shows to watch (and I really do want to watch them), that I can’t pull the trigger. Anyway, this is a very first world problem.

Chris and I watched the Tonya Harding/Nancy Kerrigan/KneeGate ’94 30 For 30 the other day and man, what a blast from the past. I was 11 when that happened and I totally remember all of it and being very Team Nancy, but watching the 30 For 30 (which Nancy didn’t participate in) was kind of eye-opening with regard to Tonya Harding. Twenty years later I may well be on Team Tonya. (Chris used to go watch her skate at the mall in Oregon and I thought that was weird, but I guess that’s where she had to practice because there was nowhere else to do so. So, her practices (like, for the OLYMPICS) were in front of pretty large audiences/GAP shoppers.)

When LG doesn’t like something (tomatoes, onions), she says, “I can’t like that.” It makes it sound like an extra compelling argument, doesn’t it? Oh, well, if you can’t, you can’t. (More onions and tomatoes for meeeeeee.)

The Seahawks won the Super Bowl! Oh man, what a great feeling.

I was in yoga on Sunday before the game and the teacher mentioned that it might be a light class because of the Super Bowl and one of the guys in the class was all whiny, like, “I am so sick of hearing about the Super Bowl.” I mean, I get it. If you’re not into the game or the sport, then hearing coverage can probably be annoying? I guess? I don’t know, it happens every year, once a year, along with a ton of sports/events/what have you and instead of being grumpy about it, Tom, maybe you should just ignore it. I just think it’s funny (/ANNOYING) when people try to act like they’re so unique because they hate whatever it is they hate. Oh, you don’t even watch the Oscars? Well good for you, now leave me alone to sit here and cry during the acceptance speeches and text my mom and dad about every nominated Best Song musical number, thankssssss, goodbye.

I am currently reading like five books, which is just slightly out of hand, I know. It’s just that I have two on my Kindle app so I can read late at night with no light on, plus another one from the library, plus another two on my nightstand that I have started, but not gotten into yet. So really, it’s just three books, but that is still too many.

Speaking of books, I saw this on The Bloggess the other day and thought I’d play along. I don’t even normally read her site, but I stumbled upon it and, well, see for yourself:

So, I grabbed the nearest book, the aforementioned library book (a James Patterson, SHUT UP), and on page 45, it said:

“I found my best friend, chief medical examiner Dr. Claire Washburn, inside the tent wearing a size 16 bunny suit and booties, what she called a full-body condom with a zipper.”

So. Yeah. PRESENTED WITHOUT COMMENT.

Moving on, we’re going to San Francisco this weekend to celebrate my birthday early and I could not be more excited. It should go without saying, but we are going ALONE, without a toddler to cramp our style, so we can do whatever we want, whenever we want. Any favorite Chinese takeout restaurants we should hit up? I have big plans to hunker down and eat Chinese in bed while watching TV. It’s going to be so awesome.