from left to right: Auntie Nini, Auntie Nancy, Lola, Auntie Grace, Mom, Auntie Aida
left to right again: Uncle Bobby,Auntie Aida, Uncle Tom's Dad, Mom, and three random asians i have no clue about.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
air assault
so i've up and gone to kentucky, land of fried chicken and the place where horses run that race. i'll be back on june 30th, barring any upset. i leave you with pictures of my Lola's birthday. is that weird?
from left to right: Auntie Nini, Auntie Nancy, Lola, Auntie Grace, Mom, Auntie Aida
left to right again: Uncle Bobby,Auntie Aida, Uncle Tom's Dad, Mom, and three random asians i have no clue about.
from left to right: Auntie Nini, Auntie Nancy, Lola, Auntie Grace, Mom, Auntie Aida
left to right again: Uncle Bobby,Auntie Aida, Uncle Tom's Dad, Mom, and three random asians i have no clue about.
Friday, June 10, 2005
i'm wearing that same shirt again
no reading this unless you're already bored. I don't want to be blamed for that.
I run in the late afternoon.
I can usually tell the way the run is going to go by how my socks feel when I pull them on. Everytime I start a run, it feels like I can count on my fingers the number of times I've gone running. I think that's because all those bygones are exactly that, and this one will hurt just like they all did.
I have to throw my cat across the living room and burst out the door to keep her from following me. And that's how my run begins. Throwing away agility, while I try to maintain dexterity. I start too fast. I think about how I'm starting too fast, I think about form, I think about what I should be thinking about, and then somewhere along that line of insecurity I settle in.
One of the better parts about the run is the 50 meters of eucalyptus trees before hidden beach. It makes me feel like I'm running a little bit more alone than I am. That's kinda nice. You can never get through hidden beach park without seeing a dog, and wishing you had a dog with you. And then I come crashing down to the beach.
The dry sand softens my footsteps and I slow way down. Just have to get to the shoreline. Last week the sand was a bit cushier than normal. It's probably good for my joints, but I'm glad this week it was a bit more firm.
At this time of the day the sun is right in my face, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Sometimes the wind is blowing right in your kisser too. That's always great. I run alongside the water, and sort of scoot out of the way when it draws closer. It's funny because when I fatigue I get worse and worse at judging how far the water will come. People on the beach do beachey things, and I pass by. The humidity from the ocean makes the sweat on my face stay, and the salt burns the skin just a tad. I always shoot a glance to the water before turning towards Rio Del Mar.
And then there's the hill. The sun is on my back now, and my legs which used to feel like sharp springs now feel like dull, rusty springs you'd find in a junkyard. They're still springs though, and warm. I think about stopping and walking, but that won't happen. I don't remember the last time I did, but I can imagine someday I'll go for a run, and just stop. I won't even be that tired, at least not more so than I have been thousands of times before. But I'll just stop, and that will be it.
When the hill is done, it's nice at the top. It'd be nicer if you didn't have to dodge cars, due to lack of sidewalk. But really it's over once I hit the top. On the way down into Sumner and the shade, I might as well be riding in a car with the ac on. The road winds, and I kick, even though I should have kicked 400 meters ago. And then it's done. I'm at the mailbox again, and I notice how dirty my car is. My brother just washed his truck again. I pant while walking around the yard, and then I stumble while taking my shoes off at the door.
And for you picture buffs!
My mom and my auntie Aida (in pink) con watered down mai tai's.
I run in the late afternoon.
I can usually tell the way the run is going to go by how my socks feel when I pull them on. Everytime I start a run, it feels like I can count on my fingers the number of times I've gone running. I think that's because all those bygones are exactly that, and this one will hurt just like they all did.
I have to throw my cat across the living room and burst out the door to keep her from following me. And that's how my run begins. Throwing away agility, while I try to maintain dexterity. I start too fast. I think about how I'm starting too fast, I think about form, I think about what I should be thinking about, and then somewhere along that line of insecurity I settle in.
One of the better parts about the run is the 50 meters of eucalyptus trees before hidden beach. It makes me feel like I'm running a little bit more alone than I am. That's kinda nice. You can never get through hidden beach park without seeing a dog, and wishing you had a dog with you. And then I come crashing down to the beach.
The dry sand softens my footsteps and I slow way down. Just have to get to the shoreline. Last week the sand was a bit cushier than normal. It's probably good for my joints, but I'm glad this week it was a bit more firm.
At this time of the day the sun is right in my face, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Sometimes the wind is blowing right in your kisser too. That's always great. I run alongside the water, and sort of scoot out of the way when it draws closer. It's funny because when I fatigue I get worse and worse at judging how far the water will come. People on the beach do beachey things, and I pass by. The humidity from the ocean makes the sweat on my face stay, and the salt burns the skin just a tad. I always shoot a glance to the water before turning towards Rio Del Mar.
And then there's the hill. The sun is on my back now, and my legs which used to feel like sharp springs now feel like dull, rusty springs you'd find in a junkyard. They're still springs though, and warm. I think about stopping and walking, but that won't happen. I don't remember the last time I did, but I can imagine someday I'll go for a run, and just stop. I won't even be that tired, at least not more so than I have been thousands of times before. But I'll just stop, and that will be it.
When the hill is done, it's nice at the top. It'd be nicer if you didn't have to dodge cars, due to lack of sidewalk. But really it's over once I hit the top. On the way down into Sumner and the shade, I might as well be riding in a car with the ac on. The road winds, and I kick, even though I should have kicked 400 meters ago. And then it's done. I'm at the mailbox again, and I notice how dirty my car is. My brother just washed his truck again. I pant while walking around the yard, and then I stumble while taking my shoes off at the door.
And for you picture buffs!
My mom and my auntie Aida (in pink) con watered down mai tai's.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
hihihi
Another early morning blogalog. If this was a time capsule....hrmmmmm...Michael Jackson is still awaiting verdict deliberations, Deion Sanders signed with the Ravens for another year, and it's raining in June. That would sound a lot more poetic if it was July.
Meanwhile the interview requests are starting to pour in now that I have somewhat commited to a job. We'll chalk them up as safeties and be happy about it.
How many different uses/definitions of "chalk" can you think of?
Off the top of my head, 3.
In under 15 seconds, how many animals begin with the letter "B"?
bear, beaver, boar, big elephant...
And now for the pictures. It's not like you came to read my interesting prose, anyways.
*sigh*
Kent's looking top shop these days. You'll notice the cool guy haircut. You'll also notice the ring on his lip. Great googily moogily Kent, what if it snags on an apple? I remember that happened to this kid on my baseball team once, oh wait it was his girlfriend's. That's okay, at least it looks good.
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Here's Elliot trying to mount my cat, Bambella. I understand they're both in heat.
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OH MY GOSH, ST. MARY'S IS SO CRAZAY! Katyana hunny buns, when you send me pictures, I automatically have permission to post, yes? Mayfest '04 if you care, and you do!
.
And while sifting through pictures earlier this week, this lovely portrait came back into existence. Upon viewing the photo, it's easy to understand our glamorous run through high school. Hey what the... how'd the Mexican get in the picture?
Meanwhile the interview requests are starting to pour in now that I have somewhat commited to a job. We'll chalk them up as safeties and be happy about it.
How many different uses/definitions of "chalk" can you think of?
Off the top of my head, 3.
In under 15 seconds, how many animals begin with the letter "B"?
bear, beaver, boar, big elephant...
And now for the pictures. It's not like you came to read my interesting prose, anyways.
*sigh*
Kent's looking top shop these days. You'll notice the cool guy haircut. You'll also notice the ring on his lip. Great googily moogily Kent, what if it snags on an apple? I remember that happened to this kid on my baseball team once, oh wait it was his girlfriend's. That's okay, at least it looks good.
. Here's Elliot trying to mount my cat, Bambella. I understand they're both in heat.
. OH MY GOSH, ST. MARY'S IS SO CRAZAY! Katyana hunny buns, when you send me pictures, I automatically have permission to post, yes? Mayfest '04 if you care, and you do!
. And while sifting through pictures earlier this week, this lovely portrait came back into existence. Upon viewing the photo, it's easy to understand our glamorous run through high school. Hey what the... how'd the Mexican get in the picture?
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