The bloody truth

For as long as I can remember, I've always gotten bloody noses. The time or place means nothing to my nose; it will be bleed anywhere whenever it wants. I've gotten bloody noses while sleeping, swimming, eating, playing sports, during midterms and more. Probably the worst of those is the middle of a midterm or just being in class bloody nose. Last night while I was getting ready for bed, I lifted my head up from the sink after watching it to find the water in the sink a gross brown color and blood running down my face. Of course there was no Kleenex in the bathroom. I wiped my face dry as best I could with out getting blood all over the towel and ran to my room to get some tissue. With the bleeding or less under control, I had an interesting thought. I don't think I've ever gotten a bloody nose out of my left nostril. Every single time my nose bleeds, it only comes from one side. Upon further thought, I think it actually is always my left side that bleeds, but the thought of it suddenly switching up did sort of freak me out.

People generally get freaked out when my nose starts bleeding when they are around. They can't believe it just happens with nothing to provoke it. But it does and it probably always will.

Things to contemplate on a Friday

1. Will Jennifer Lopez be remembered in history as a singer or actress? (courtesy of Mike)
My bet is on fly girl.

2. What are Spaceballs, and does the EZ Ball Gun really help? (courtesy of a product release at work)
I really have no idea what this product is or why it was sent to me.

3. Wouldn't it be nifty if we could teleport places?
Yes it would, then I wouldn't have to drive to LaGrange tonight.

4. Who is in charge of the music at work? Today I have heard Snoop Dogg, Janis Joplin and something currently that sounds very island-esque in style.

5. Why can't workplaces buy coffee that doesn't taste like crap? Morale would really improve if the coffee wasn't so gross.

Swine don't you just call it what it is....

The current swine flu pandemic has caused some common things that annoy me to resurface. Well, actually just one main thing. Throwing up and other stomach related symptoms are not symptoms of the flu. I realize we call it the "stomach flu," but that is just a euphemism for diarrhea and throwing up; it has nothing to do with the influenza virus. I'd like to say that I'm just privy to this information because I come from a family of doctors and so I'm in on some sort of secret that the rest of the population just doesn't know. That's not the case though. I honestly don't think this piece of knowledge has anything to do with my family's background in the medical field. My knowledge about Hepatitis C, acid reflux and colonoscopies can all be attributed to the family business, influenza cannot be. Rather, I am simply just an average laymen who reads the newspaper. Without fail, every single year before flu season gets underway there is an article in every single news source about the symptoms of the flu. The symptoms are much like those of the common cold, accompanied by a high fever and body aches. You'll also learn that antibiotics will prove useless against the flu virus because, well, antibiotics only help against bacterial infections not viral ones.

So folks, pick up a newspaper, turn on CNN, go to wikipedia, read WebMD like the hypochondriac you are...I don't care how you do it, but once and for all learn the facts about what the symptoms of the flu are. Oh, and be sure to wash your hands with soap and warm water...we don't need to be catching swine flu.

Make it a sad one

Sad songs are interesting. They have a strange power about them. While they bring you down, maybe make you cry, make you get introspective, you can't help but listen to them over and over again. On my drive home tonight, I was listening to Neko Case's cover of Don't Forget Me. Before I knew it, I had listened to the song at least eight times and was crying. I remember the first time I listened to it I was about two blocks from work and all over a sudden had this over whelming emotional reaction. I don't know what hit me that first time, but now the song makes me think of a variety of people and events -- lost friends, missed opportunities, things I never said.

Songs that make me cry, no matter how hard I try not to:

1. Neko Case- Don't Forget Me



2. Jimmy Buffet- Little Miss Magic


3. Mariah Carey- Hero




Don't make me cry, but might as well because they make me think of sad things, yet I love them and can't stop listening to them:

1. I'm From Barcelona- Treehouse


2. Patsy Cline- Crazy


3. Bonnie "Prince" Billy- Easy Does It

Writer's Block

I've been trying write my story about air handling systems all morning. So far, I've gotten six sentences down. Woo only 1,200 more words to go. To help me get through, I've been listening to Peter, Bjorn & Johns' album "Writer's Block." It's not really helping, but I still like it.

I couldn't find a video for the song Writer's Block, but I love this song and it brings back happy memories. Enjoy.

100,000 and counting

Today at 8 a.m. somewhere in Johnson Creek driving along Hwy 26, with The New Pornographers playing on my stereo, the 3 (my car) hit 100,000 miles. The big milestone came just 3 years, 10 months and 23 days after buying my car. Together the 3 and I have been on quite the adventure. Hundreds to thousands of trips back and forth between Milwaukee and Fort Atkinson, hundreds of trips between Milwaukee and LaGrange/Chicago, two trips to Louisville, Ky. and all over the state of Wisconsin. My original Illinois plates (KIME K8) still reside inside the 3. I just recently moved them from under the driver's seat to tucked nicely in the pocket behind the driver's seat, comfortably next to the Jim Bean license plate dad brought me back from the Jim Bean distillery. We've seen our fair share of problems too. I remember the first scratch the 3 got. I was going to Sarah's place when she lived on Kane. It was super dark out and raining. I was parrallel parking on the east side of Farwell. There's a tiny nick on the back bumper from where I hit the car behind me. The next sent of scratches are along the trunk. These lovely specs of yellow are from the 102.1 scooter we tried to fit in my trunk when Katie was moving to Knoxville. After much shoving and some love taps, we thankfully gave up and the scooter didn't find a home with me. There's some hail damage on the hood from when I lived in Wauwatosa and had to park outside.

We've shared some pretty intense winters together too, me and the 3. Let's not forget the blizzard of 2006. I quickly learned the 3 was not built for Milwaukee winters, but we've made it through. A few more bad winters followed, but I was more prepared. A shovel and an emergency kit (never used, knock on wood) have found a permanent home in the 3's trunk. Not wanting their daughter to get stuck in the snow again, my parents gave me some tread things that also have a permanent home in the trunk. The most recent adventure in our love hate relationship came last week when I brought 3 in for her 90,000 mile check up with Mazda. Just $1,450 later I hope she appreciates all I've done for her. I thought I was showing her enough attention, but I guess I was wrong. I promise to treat you even better, 3.

With recently new tires, new windshield wipers, new rear breaks, a fixed front passenger side wheel, the 3 and me are set for at least another 50,000 miles.

Take my breath away

I've known since I was 18 and first came up to Milwaukee that it was going to be worse for my allergies than Chicago was. Every year in September I would get a sinus infection. Sophomore year my room flooded and I soon after developed a severe headache problem. After several trips to Student Health, a neurologist and an MRI, I was diagnosed with "atypical migraines". Translation, we're not sure what the hell is wrong with you. It was suggested that the flood could have caused a mold problem. I told the school and they said they had checked and found nothing. I don't believe they really checked, but whatever. Flash forward three years. After graduating I moved out to Tosa and started getting strep throat and tonsillitis like most people catch the common cold. Once again a mold situation seemed to be the problem.

Milwaukee is constantly under a air quality warning. All summer long I am one of those people who the recommend stay in doors. Today, I'm in the midst of a wicked asthma attack. Luckily I had my inhaler with me. I took too puffs and went back to working. About half an hour later nothing had changed. I went out in search of a trigger. No one around me has flowers. I'm just sitting at my desk, and it's not like typing is particularly strenuous. I took two more puffs. Back to work. Twenty minutes later, there is still no improvement. I decide I'll go step outside for a little breather in hopes the fresh air will help somehow. Boy was the air fresh, it reaked of cow manure and I didn't last very long. I bent over in hopes of that helping, but mostly I just got dizzy. Two more puffs and then I returned inside. I sat in my chair with my head between my knees looking like a crazy person. Here were are probably about an hour later and my chest is still tight, I'm coughing every few minutes, which then makes me gasp for air and I'm all shakey from taking my inhaler so much. Partay.

My asthma as gotten increasingly worse over the last four or so years. When I was first diagnosed it was strictly exercise induced. Now it is more random and I often can't place the trigger, other than poor air quality and polution.

It's actually bad for my health to be living here. Check out the No. 2 city on this list.

Goals

Just a list; that's all.

1. Run two more 8k races before the end of the year in under 60 min. (Al's Run and Turkey Trot)
2. Run a 10k
3. Finish the short story I started in August
4. Get the hell back to Chicago
5. Only drink coffee in the morning; no more than two "cups."
6. Make it to at least 5 Sox games, not counting Opening Day.

And now some words of wisdom from the White Sox.

Grinder Ball Rule 17: Never be satisfied with what you have achieved. It pales in comparison to what you can achieve.

Acting like adults

I think the car ordeal is more or less behind us. The guy downstairs was taking the dog out when I was walking in last night, but I was on the phone telling my friend she could come get her car. We gave each other an awkward hello and I said the car would be gone within the hour. Then I continued on my way still on the phone. I immediately made a second phone call to RSVP for a party when there was a knock on my door. He had brought up my mail for me. I finished up my call and we sort of talked things out. I was way nicer than I had to be, but frankly prolonging any sort of feud is not worth my time or my effort. I made it clear that the slab is meant for two cars and one of the spots is mine. I said sorry again. We both agreed that we didn't want to have a poor neighbor relationship and it would all be in the past. Hopefully the girlfriend who was the problem in the first place feels the same way. I wouldn't mind an apology either since I've apologized tenfold and didn't technically do anything wrong.

And then we go back to 4th grade

Last night two of my coworkers crashed at my place after the three of us went to a concert. Since the parking slab behind my place is meant for two cars and one of those spots is technically mine, I told my friend to park her car back there. I was sure to tell her to park as close to the garbage cans as she could so that my neighbor downstairs could fit her car in. Seems normal, right? Last night around midnight my neighbor came stomping up the stairs to complain about someone being in her spot. Ok fine, there normally is no other car there so ok. I apologize and say I'll move my car to the street or the slab since it's smaller and she can park in my spot in the garage for the night. Ok fine. So I head outside, leaving the back door open behind me. After a few minutes it becomes obvious that she's not coming out to move her car at the same time as me. I go ahead and park on the street and assume she'll move it later. Instead of parking on the street or squeezing onto the parking slab, she has parked my friend in. Fast forward to 5:30 a.m.: the car is still there. After much hassle, I track down the guy who lives downstairs phone number from my landlord and politely ask if he can give her a call and ask her to move the car, as my friend needs to go to work. He tells me he'll call, but she won't move it because she's mad I didn't move the car last night. What!?! How was I going to move the car when she was blocking it?! As of 10:45 the car still had not been moved but my friend had her boyfriend pick her up. If the car is still there at 6 when I get home tonight, I will once again politely ask them to move it if they are home. If they are not, the city will be called.

Oh, and did I mention my neighbors are in their late 20s-early 30s? Yes, they are actiling like they are 10.

Shufflin' on down, doin' it for you

For someone who barely trained for the Shamrock Shuffle 8k, I must say I'm immensely pleased with how I did. The weather was crappy, but it was still warmer than those races I ran with Mike in January and February. The worst part of it all was how wet our feet got. Before the race even began my feet were soaked through my shoes and two pairs of socks. At the start my toes hurt they were so cold, but by about a mile either I couldn't feel them anymore or they just didn't hurt. Then around mile 2 or so my feet killed. By 3.5-4 miles my entire right foot, ankle and almost up to my knee more or less was numb. I think this maybe be the first time I truly ran through the pain. I ran the whole race with the girl who was standing next to me in the start coral. I think running with a nice stranger was the key to my success. We kept each other on task and on pace but we also didn't talk much throughout the who race. We talked a little throughout, but nothing too major. I improved my time by 3 minutes and actually ran the whole thing which can't be said for the Turkey Trot. Good job, Kim.

Scam service is more like it

I was reading an article on OnMilwaukee.com last week about how bottle service is illegal in Wisconsin, yet there are a number of "clubs" in Milwaukee that offer the "service." The gist of the article is that you need a different type of liquor license to sell bottles of alcohol to bar patrons over something like 12 oz. You need the type of license that allows you to also operate as a liquor store. Aldermen and the police department have both said that they are not concerned about enforcing the law, but owners should be aware of it. But, the politics of this ridiculous law are not the subject I want to talk about. The ridiculousness of bottle service is what I want to talk about.

The idea of bottle service is that you pay around $150 for a bottle of something like Grey Goose, you get VIP seating and the mixers to go with the vodka. First off, $150 for a bottle of Grey Goose? Second, if I am paying you that much money, I don't want to pour and mix my own drinks; I want you to make my drink and hold it up to my mouth for me to enjoy, among other things. Thirdly, there are very few people in this nice industrial city of Milwaukee that really qualify as VIP, maybe a few athletes but that's about it. So basically, this service is for a bunch of people to feel like they are important and to show off their money, even though they probably don't really have any. On top of the $150 for the bottle, you also most likely paid a cover to get into the place because those are the types of places that offer bottle service. Luckily, I choose not to patronize such establishments. If I ever do though, I'll push my way to the bar and order my drink from the bartender, pay my $5-9 for my drink and enjoy it with the other plebeians.

If you are interested in reading the article, you can find it here.

Caf-fiend

I decided for lent I was going to give up caffeine. My initial thought was to give up drinking coffee, but then I realized on Wednesday I hadn't had any coffee since Saturday because I've been on a big tea kick lately. I didn't make the decision until right after I filled up my tea at work on Wednesday, but after that cup I was done. Since about 10 a.m. on Wednesday I haven't had any caffeine.

I read an article yesterday that said the headache associated with caffeine withdrawal could last anywhere from one to five days. At first I was a little concerned about this, but then decided it probably would only last a day and didn't worry. Boy was I wrong. Sure I'm only on day two, but I've had a headache for two days now. What's even worse is my preferred headache medicine is Exedrin; the main ingredient in Exedrin is caffeine. I'm also exhausted. I probably could have gone to bed at 7:30 last night.

I told my friend, Claire, last night about my Lenten plan. Her response: so I should just avoid you for the next 40 days? So far I'm not moody or anything like that though, just tired and have a headache. Really, that's no different than most days, I guess.

It's really good that I don't have a heroin addiction or something like that. I can barely handle caffeine withdrawal, imagine what I would be like if I was coming down off something like that!

I'm living in the wrong decade

One of my coworkers grabbed some random albums that someone left in the breakroom, free for the taking. I was at her desk and noticed them, so we decided to look up the one band: George Baker Selection. Low and behold we totally dug it. She later sent me this video from youtube. What do you know, I already knew the song and loved it! The song is featured in Reservoir Dogs, but that isn't why I knew it. I couldn't figure it out for the life of me. After listening to the song a second time something clicked. Little Green Bag was on a mix tape my friend made me in high school when I was 15! Tonight I'm going to see if by disconnecting the tape deck portion of my stereo I can finally connect the turn table portion. If I can do this, I'm going to borrow the album and will be rocking to some sweet jams all weekend long.

Thanks to amazon.com I'm now the proud owner of George Baker Selection Greatest Hits for the low low price of $3.47 plus S&H. I can't wait until it arrives in 5-10 days!

Tomgirl if you ask me

Yesterday as I was driving to work, I was thinking about the term tomboy. While I won't claim to have been a full out tomboy, I definitely had tomboy characteristics between the ages of say 8 and 14. For instance, at our fifth grade (I think) class picnic I played capture the flag, complete with stone throwing with all the boys, a game that got us all banished to the park bench for at least half an hour. I played basketball with the boys in the neighborhood. I acted tough. I loved playing sports. Sure I did plenty of girly things too, after all I did own quite the collection of Barbies, but I would say I definitely fell under the category of tomboy. Back to what I was thinking about yesterday though. The term really makes no sense to me. I was hoping Wikipedia would pull through once again and make it crystal clear for me. It did not. Mostly, I was looking for some sort of explanation about from where the term was derived. (Side note: I rewrote this sentence so it did not end in a preposition and now I think it sounds dumb, but this is correct.) Instead all I got was a description and something about the perceived correlation between being a tomboy and lesbianism. What I don't get is why isn't the term tomgirl? Tom and boy both express masculinity. The term refers to a girl who participates in predominately male activities or befriends boys over girls. So, shouldn't the the term be a combination of a masculine and feminine words? If you ask me, it should.

Biggest loser- Milwaukee style

Today while I was getting ready to leave the gym I noticed there was a family there together. I thought that was such a good thing to see. The two kids clearly were overweight and the mom was overweight in the way most 40-something year old women are. Anyways, I thought it was really cool to see the mom there with the two kids. We all make such a big deal about how kids are so fat and lazy these days, but very few parents, in my limited opinion, set much of an example for their children. Why should some fat kid believe you when you tell him that he needs to get off the couch, stop playing video games and get outside and move. As a society in general we do a lot of loafing, so why I ask are we so surprised that our children are so fat? This woman at the gym today realized that she needed to get moving too and is setting an amazing example for her children. Maybe it won't last, but they at least all tried it together. I'd like to assume that means they are all probably eating healthier too as a family.

Tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Not only am I going to write about running, but that title is also a nod to the Boss and his performance tonight at half time. Anyways, onto the real entry.

This morning I ran the InStep 5K for Childhood Cancer (or something like that) with my friend Claire and Mike. I mostly did it because Claire is training for a half marathon and needs to get some other races in before hand. Plus, I figure I need the motivation to help me not die during the Shamrock Shuffle in March. I enjoy races, but I would never go as far to say that I actually enjoy running. I don't know that I've ever experienced the so called "runner's high." Scratch that, maybe I did once. There was a time during the summer before maybe junior year of high school when I was doing one of our summer work outs for cross country conditioning and I ran for what seemed like forever. To this day it probably sticks out in my memory as the best run of my life. I no longer remember how far I ran nor how long, but I definitely ended up down near East Avenue and not particularly sure how I got there or how to get to a less sketchy stretch of road. Anyways, that is neither here nor there and not part of my point at all.

I was reading an article in Rolling Stone the other night about Bruce Springsteen and the song Born to Run popped into my head. The song got me thinking about my running "career," and I laughed to myself because I certainly was not born to run. I'm not build to be a runner, but I keep putting myself through the torture of it. A sprained ankle during freshman year cross country left me with a bad ankle and tendinitis in my heal. An injury senior year left me with a bad knee that has never fully recovered. Over the course of running on and off in college I've got myself a second bad knee. I've recently developed a hip problem, and my physical therapist pointed out that my right hip is considerably weaker than the left. Wonderful. Oh, and did I mention I'm asthmatic? So add all those variables up, and your answer is not a runner. The smart thing to do would be to find an alternative style of exercise, but for some reason I always come back to running. While I'm running, I generally just want to kill myself. I keep going (clearly I'm not post-humanously writing this) but generally just because I don't want the people around me to think I'm pathetic at the gym. Plus, I beat myself up about not doing well.

However, there was a time when I loved to run. In grade school my favorite days of gym class were when we did relay races. Races on the playground were another favorite activity of mine. I loved it. Tag was my sort of game because you were running around. And then of course, I was that kid in 7th grade who actually told our basketball coach I really thought he should be making us run. Who tells their coach they should be running? Only a crazy child. Then, again I so badly wanted our team not to suck. Too bad that dream never came true. Oh well.

On an unrelated noted: Marquette beat Georgetown last night and is now 8-0 in the Big East. This is their best start in something like 30 years....you know what was 30 years ago? I'm not even going to tell you in fear of jinxing the team.

Sort of like killing them with kindness

"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
— Herm Albright, 1876-1944, writer for the Saturday Evening Post

Today at work this magazine came across my desk called FPO (For Publications Only). I'm not sure why I got it, but it seems like a pretty cool magazine. Anyways, the quote above was at the top of one of the stories and it just made me stop and laugh. This is so ridiculously true. I've often taken the kill them with your kindness, a lesson I'm pretty sure I learned from my mom. It works like a charm too. When people don't like you or are generally just sort of jerks, I've found that they really don't know how to react when you are nice to them or in some situations go out of your way to be nice to them.

Shape up, or ship out!

The gym I go to is having a 30 day shape up challenge. For every 30 minute workout you complete you get to move your piece up one space on the game board, but you can't move more that two spaces a day. I haven't actually created a game piece because I can't figure out where to make one, and since it is a 24 hour gym, there is rarely an employee around to ask. If you complete the challenge, you are entered into a drawing and can win a vacation among other prizes. I'm not entirely interested in winning anything, but being held accountable helps me stay motivated. Basically, I'm guilting myself into shape. Here's the problem. The challenge started on the 26th, which is still within a month of New Year's resolution season. Consequently, the gym has been packed the past two days. Sure, I haven't shown my face there all month until now, but I miss the days of the fall and early winter when there was hardly anyone there. Yesterday I showed up shortly after 6 and end up using the lower bike. I really didn't enjoy it. I did that for about 20 minutes and then after standing around for a little bit was able to get on an elliptical. Ever since my knees have been able to handle running on a treadmill again, I've come to really dislike ellipticals. So, that only last about 1o minutes. At least I got my 3o minutes in. Today, Erin and I left work early because she was feeling sick. Perfect I thought; I'll be home before 5 and can beat everyone there! Wrongo! I got home, changed, ate a quick snack and was at the gym by 4:45. I didn't even go in because it was so packed. However, I returned around 8:45 and it was like the days of old. I was able to peacefully get my workout in and actually felt very good about my run. After running I decided to give the bike a try because I was trying to fill in 2 work out spaces worth tonight. I only did that for 5 minutes. Exercise bikes are horrible. I couldn't get the seat really where I needed it, and was just uncomfortable the whole time. I made up the extra time doing my physical therapy exercises.

Being home before 5 p.m. is a wonderful lifestyle, and I am now substantially jealous of the rest of the general population who has this luxury. Tonight I made a real dinner (I used two pots and a pan) and ate it calmly because I wasn't so hungry I wanted to chew my arm off before my meal was even ready. After that I went downstairs to give my neighbor some of their mail that had been put in my mailbox and talked to him for maybe 20 minutes. Then, I did some dishes and cleaned my kitchen up a little, read part of a magazine, fooled around on the Internet and finally went and worked out. I look forward to the day when this can just be a regular day for me and not so monumental.

Oh, and happy bubble wrap appreciation day! I hope you celebrated in an appropriate manner.

Shower woes

The shower in my bathroom has a door on it instead of a shower curtain. I've come to despise this door. It's not a shower stall; it's a bathtub. While the door does serve its purpose of keeping the shower water inside the tub/shower area and off my bathroom floor, it poses a number of other problems. Let me tell you about those problems.

First up, it makes a seemingly easy job of cleaning a shower about ten times more difficult than it really should be. In order to clean the back end of the tub and shower I need to climb in there. Enter sub problem No. 1. My shower head/tub faucet drips. My landlord claims it's such a little amount of water that it's fine because they'd have to remove an outside wall to fix it or something. I'm not sure I buy this, but he's paying for the water, not me so whatever. Back to my original point though. So when I have to climb in it's always all wet because even though I may not have taken a shower for 12 hours, water is constantly dripping.

Next on the list is related to this same cleaning problem. All along the track of the doors is mildewy and moldy. I try to combat the mold every time I clean my bathroom, but it sort of grosses me out and I usually have a limited supply of paper towels. This is just gross. I'm thinking about asking my landlord if we can take the doors off and put a curtain rod up in its place.

The third problem is less disgusting. If I ever wanted to actually take a bath, I couldn't really. Well I could, but the though of being closed in like that really makes me uncomfortable so I choose not to. I rarely have the desire to take a bath, so this isn't a huge deal. However, it would be nice to have the option in the event that I ever do want to take one.

In unrelated news: I've got a case for Encyclopedia Brown. While doing some laundry Sunday some how the wash tub my washing machine empties into got clogged by a pillow case, slightly flooding the basement, messing up the wash cycle and leaving me entirely perplexed. Where did the pillow case come from? Did I drop it in there and not realize it before hitting start? Did it get sucked up through the drainage tube? I have no idea. The second attempt at laundry was successful and nothing was flooded or backed up.

We are Marquette!

I feel like instead of "In downtown Milwaukee..." this video should start "On the fringe of the ghetto..."

Either way, this video sort of gives me chills. As of yesterday, Marquette is 6-0 in the Big East and 17-2 on the season. They are ranked No. 11 on the AP poll and No. 10 on the ESPN/USA Toady poll. Unfortunately, they are just starting to face the tough teams of the Big East. Some friends and I went to the game yesterday for National Marquette Day. They played DePaul, the worst team in the conference. It was fun, but a boring game. You could tell Marquette was barely trying and was just sort of sloppy. Tomorrow they take on Notre Dame. They better win or I might throw myself over the Hoan Bridge. I'm going to be sort of conflicted as the game is on during trivia. Luckily the Ale House most likely will be playing it.

Coffee Etiquette

This morning when I got into the office I took my coat off, turned my computer on and immediately went to put my lunch in the fridge but more importantly to get a cup of coffee. There was some guy filling up. So to utilize my time in the best way possible, I put some creamer and sugar into my cup while I wait for him to finish up. Important side note: he's one of those people who uses a travel mug all day long, which are too big to fit under the pot to fill so you have to use a paper cup to fill it. Annoying and unnecessary if you ask me. These people also usually leave their paper cups behind on the counter. Anyways, so he finishes up and I walk over, put my Friends of the LaGrange Library mug under the pot and much to my disgust discover that there is no coffee left! Not only did he watch me prepare my cup for coffee and not tell me there was none left, which in and of itself is rude, he didn't have the common decency to make more. I would be annoyed if I found the pot empty, but it's even worse to leave it that way while I'm standing next to you! At least have the common sense to mention that it's all gone. So instead I dumped out the cream and sugar, got some hot chocolate from the machine because the coffee in machine is even worse than the stuff in the pot and made some coffee for the next poor soul who shuffles into the kitchen.

It's true...

Katie and I found this to be a hilarious advertisement. The guys didn't. What's up with that?

Everybody poops

When your dad is a gastroenterologist, conversations about bowel movements, diarrhea and gas are fairly commonplace — even at the dinner table. For instance, we all know the first thing one family member who shall remain nameless does each morning is poo. The whole day is a wash if that doesn't happen. Others need a little coffee to get things moving, if you will. I know what foods have a high fiber content if that's what you need. Did you know that three bean burritos from Taco Bell will roughly fulfill your daily requirement for fiber? I did. Poo is what we do.

It came to my attention the other day that not everyone is as comfortable with discussing this aspect of life. While in Ireland it came out that one member of the group hadn't yet one day. I no longer remember why it even came up, but immediately this problem became a recurring theme of the week. If we were sitting down for lunch or dinner looking over the menu, someone was sure to point out a high fiber option. The other day another friend and I were out for dinner and a discussion about colonoscopies started. Apparently his family members over the age of 50 had a some what detailed conversation about their last tests at the dinner table recently. As he told the story he explained how embarrassed by it he was. Seemed like no big deal to me. After all, regular screenings are important for the early detection of colon cancer. Come on people.

What's the big deal everybody does it? There's even a children's book telling us that it's OK!

Side note: I wowed my classmates in fifth grade by being able to spell gastroenterologist. That was probably the only time my spelling skills have been something to brag about.

Make that a PBR with a round of Scrabble

Tonight my friend Tom and I met up for dinner. After a quick stop in a music store so I could check for something I'd been hoping would be there, we headed over to the Palomino, one of our favorite watering holes for a bite to eat and a drink. We walked in and the place was pretty bare, much to our surprise. On election night you couldn't find a seat in a bar anywhere you went and tonight we had our choice. Did we want a booth? How about a seat at the bar? How about a table? It was just the regular Tuesday crowd, so we scooted into a booth and got our food. After spending a good portion of the evening trying to figure out what weirdo movie they were playing, the bartender switched all the TVs to inauguration coverage and our waitress came over to ask if we'd like some champagne, there would be a free toast at 8. We looked at each other, shrugged and said sure what the hell. Around 8, the bartender made a toast and we all enjoyed our free bubbly. My theory is it was just left over from New Year's and tonight there was at least a good excuse to try and get rid of it. Either way it was a free drink.

After the toast, we headed over to another bar down the street for one more drink before heading home. We grabbed the seats at the end of the bar so we could "be those two people at the end of the bar" as Tom put it. Shortly after, we decided to move to a table in the back so we could play Scrabble. After digging the game out the pile, moving the candle and settling in, we discover that we don't have any letter pieces. Dejected, we gather our things and move back to the bar. But wait! The bartender has the pieces behind the bar. Huzzah! Needless to say, I won. It was the perfect complement to my $1 can of PBR.

Cold, windy, rainy: Ireland in January

I am back safely in America after spending a week in Ireland. All everyone every says about Ireland is how it is so green. While I do agree it is a very green country, I'm not going to lie it's a lot like Wisconsin. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated the beautiful landscapes but I wasn't awe struck like people make it sound like you should be. Oh well.

By far the highlight of the trip for me was probably being part of the select group that got to do the whiskey tasting after the tour at Jameson. It was a highlight because 1. not everyone got to participate and 2. I actually really enjoyed the Jameson, which for anyone of you that know me really well you know just how shocking that is. My new favorite drink is a Jameson highball (Jameson and ginger ale). Move over gin and tonic there's a new go to drink in town.

The day we had planned to go the the Cliffs of Moher was single handedly the coldest, windiest and rainest of the week. We braved the conditions and still made the trip. Some of us braved the weather better than others and got to experience a little bit more. After the Cliffs we made a stop at this little cemetery, where I proceded to slip and fall in the mud. I then spent the rest of the day with one leg covered in mud. It was gross, but it was really pretty entertaining. Since there was nothing I could really do about it, I did my best not to complain too much about it and just go on having a good time.

If I ever were to go back, I think I'd like to spend more time in Dublin. It seemed like a fun city. Or maybe I'm just a city person and all that time in the country was just wearing on me. It's a toss up.

Traveling with friends, and in this case a friend and mere acquaintances, is interesting. I've always been very weary of vacationing with friends. This is mostly because I know myself and I know how easily irritable I am. Too much time with anyone is never good for me. So going into this trip I was definitely nervous. For the most part it turned out to be just fine. The friend part of the equation was no problem at all. The acquaintances was another story, but no friendships were ruined for me so that means for the most part it was a success. It's just so much easier when the people driving you nuts are family members because if you slip up and say something totally jerky at the end of the day they will still love you and will still have a good time with you.

Irish eyes are smiling

Tomorrow I head out on vacation. Where to? Why Ireland! I'm going with a good friend from college and two of her friends who live in Tennessee, where she has since moved. I'm pretty excited for the trip. I've been wanting to go back to somewhere in Europe since I got back from my work trip to Germany a little over a year ago. And this time, no work!! It's just straight fun.

Many people have asked me, why Ireland in January. Well, simply it is fairly inexpensive to go in January. We had originally wanted to be there over New Years/my birthday, but that was about double the cost. A co-worker asked me, "Why Ireland?" yesterday. I struggled to not respond with, "Why not?" He then went on to explain that most people who visit Ireland are going to research family ties and such. So I said, well my friend and I are both Irish so ya know. It was weird. How about because Ireland seems like a nice place to visit and everyone I've ever known who has been there can't shut up about how fantastic it is?

Don't worry I'll have a few Guinness for you! Slanche!

Everything happens for a reason

Sometimes things don't really work out the way you had hoped, but in the end they have their way of turning out for the best.

Super vague? Yes. Details to come eventually.

Resolutions

This year I actually came up with a few resolutions and I think they are things that are totally doable if I just stay focused. Plus, they will help me in varies areas of life, so that's a plus.

1. Stick to a budget better/save money to replace the savings I spent on Ireland

2. E-mail or call Beth once a week like I used to. After seeing Beth and Bill for New Years, I realized that I have really slipped up in keeping in contact with them over the last year or so. Life with your best friends so far away is rough. Perhaps add to this list of people to keep in touch with. But, let's just take baby steps. I don't want to freak people out who never used to get e-mails from me.

3. Keep running/working out. The holidays and getting sick and hurt sort of threw this new aspect of my life awry, but I'm serious about getting back in the habit. The Sampson Romp & Stomp in January and the Shamrock Shuffle in March hopefully should be motivation enough...then there are those 10 more pounds that would be nice to lose.

4. Read and write more. Reading and writing are two of my favorite things to do, yet I rarely actually do it. So if I stick with this resolution, at the very least you should be seeing more frequent updates. They might be about random stuff, but it's better than nothing. I also have a bookshelf full of books just waiting to be read. My mom gave me this really neat book that has a trivia entry for every day of the year, so at the very least I'll be reading that each day.

All the best in 2009!