Doomsday Is Upon Us..

So this is it: by this time tomorrow, I will have completed my first half marathon.

I actually have a better shot at surviving than I thought when I signed up two months ago. I should survive, and I should even be running most of it.

My worries have even changes from "I hope I don't pass out three miles in" to "I hope it's cool enough all morning so I can keep my jacket on so I don't get tan lines."

Yup, my priorities are still in tact.

And Now the Media Can Find Something Else to Talk About...

I crumbled. I got up to watch the Royal Wedding.

I swore I wasn't going to. Media coverage these past few weeks (and months) have really tired me out of all this Commoner-turned Princess/Oh-em-gee who is the designer/Will they kiss like Prince Charles and Princess Diana/So and so wasn't invited to the wedding.

But Thursday night, I flipped through my DVR and- alas! William & Kate via Lifetime.
That William is hot. And has a full head of hair. Yum.

Anyways, I got to bed late (thanks, neighbor signing opera and playing a recorder(?)) but woke up bright and early ready to see the balding prince and hyped-up gown.
The dress was gorgeous. Simple and elegant. I like most that it's timeless. I see pictures of Princess Diana's dress from back before I was born and I just think that the 80s must have been a terrible, terrible time. I'm sure my future nieces will look at Kate and her dress and still see the beauty of it.
And my personal favorite photo of the event. Camera angle=bald spot detection. You would think that they could pay scientists and doctors to figure something out about that.

I didn't know I was living in San Francisco

Weather forecasts with 80 degrees and sunshine are the days that I live for. Sunday was perfect: warm, sunny, not too humid. The forecast for most of the week showed more of the same.

Inland, that is.

The weather at the beach was much, much different. I work less than 15 minutes from my apartment, which is a few blocks from the beach. Each day this week, I've gotten in early so I could spend some time outside enjoying the sunshine before it got dark.

Fail. Big, big fail.

Warm, sunny mornings have given way to cold, foggy afternoons.

Puppy Love

These two make coming home a lot more enjoyable. They're growing into such sweet little dogs!

Happy Easter!

Hope everyone has a great Easter and gets to enjoy this 80 degree weather, sunshine, family and a good day of Philadelphia sports like me!

Why I hate driving home.

Since I moved out on my own, I've only made it home a few times.

The first time, I came home because my keys were getting stuck in my ignition. Since I haven't found a mechanic yet, I just decided to take it to the one my family uses. (-$214.20.)

The second time, I came home to visit my family when my sister was home for Spring Break. My car was due for an oil change, so I took it in Friday afternoon. (-$10.71) While I was paying, the mechanic told that there was something wrong with it and it was a safety issue and they would order the piece for me and fix it next week. No gracias, Mr. Chevy dealer who knows that my car is just off warranty. You're not getting another penny of my money. Since it was a "safety issue," I wanted to play it safe and called my family's mechanic and he said to drop it off and just look at it to see. Hours went by. Hmm. He called back and apparently it was very unsafe to drive. Sweet. Three days later, it was finally fixed. (-$350.17)

Needless to say, I haven't been home since.

But it's Easter weekend. Kinda hard to get out of that one.

Friday morning. Car is packed. Full tank of gas. No appointments scheduled. Car starts.

On the road. Dunkin' drive thru. Pick my sister up at Rutgers.

Oh, hey, random stone that flies through the air on the turnpike and hits my windshield.

It's just a little dent, but still. WHY WHY WHY??!!

Quote

“We are told to let our light shine, and if it does, we won't need to tell anybody it does. Lighthouses don't fire cannons to call attention to their shining- they just shine.” -Dwight L. Moody

Oh to be young and carefree...

I woke up to this Facebook comment from my sister:

"so im assuming that mom is going to have a heart attack once she hears about what happened tonight(shootings, stabbings, someone drove a car into a house, car fires, etc.) and i lost my phone so she'll probs ask if youve heard from me. ill call her whenever i find it. :) "

Gotta love that smiley face to comfort me when I read that first thing in the morning and have no idea what the hell is going on.

After stalking every NJ news website, morning news broadcasts and Twitter, (yes, Twitter is my number one source for news) I still know more from that quick Facebook comment (nope, didn't even send a message so all my friends now know my sister is a lush) posted at 1:30 a.m. than from the news.

But, in order for my mom to have a heart attack about it, she would actually have to turn on the news or call one of us -- and I think we both know that won't be happening.

Signs of Spring

It's about time.

5 Things that Make a Day Go Sour

1. Upon making it down to my car to go to work, I realize why my load seemed so light walking down two flights of steps: my left hand was missing my cup of coffee. Said cup of coffee is up two flights of stairs sitting on my counter.

2. About an hour into the day, I realize that the words on the computer screen are a little fuzzy. I look up from my itty-bitty computer screen to realize that everything is a little fuzzy. Hmm. Oh great, week seven of my contacts? Oops, they’re good for 2-4 weeks. Guess it’s time to re-order. (And see things a little fuzzy for the next 5-7 days because there is no way I’m wearing glasses all week.)

3. Remember that cup of coffee I walked up two steep flights of stairs to retrieve? I’ve had three sips of it since getting to work. It’s 10:30 a.m. now and guess what? It’s cold. (And I’ve learned that travel mugs cannot under any circumstances be put in the microwave.)

4. 5 p.m. rolls around. Time for the gym, yay! Oh crap, where my iPod? Working out without music or at least being able to catch the news is just not worth it. Home it is. I’ll just stop in, change, grab my iPod and head back out to the gym. Right….

5. 6 p.m. It’s POURING out. Thunder, lightening, wind, monsoon rain. There goes the power.

One Reason Being an Adult Sucks

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Wandering

Spring finally found us this weekend. Gorgeous spring weather- perfect for driving with the windows down, enjoying coffee outside, wandering and taking pictures.

Everyone knows that I'm not a big fan of cities, especially New York City, but there's always a certain romanticism seeing the skyline from far away- especially overlooking the ocean.

New York State of Mind

And so it begins.

Here’s to another season being a Phillies fan surrounded by (or stuck in, whichever sounds better) a tangle of New York fans.

After four years of living in North Jersey for school, I’m now relocated in Central Jersey, where Phillies fans are almost as few and far between.

I still get the typical reaction. It’s usually one of three:
1. Ew, Phillies fans are so obnoxious.
2. Way to jump on that bandwagon.
3. I’m sorry.

I’ve learned to just smile. I’m tired of explaining that:
1. I’m obviously not one of the obnoxious ones and there is no need to group me in with them. Maybe a few drinks in, but not on the daily basis. Nor monthly basis because I can’t even remember the last time I had more than a glass of wine. (See? Phillies fans CAN be classy!) C’mon, try again. (Yet I don’t apologize for the obnoxious fans. They are indeed obnoxious, but why blend in when you can make a scene?)

2. I have been a fan since … forever. I had Phillies posters hanging among my Hanson, NSYNC and O-Town posters. I cried the day Curt Schilling was traded. I drove my friends insane with my baseball obsessions and argued with everyone over how awesome they were. (65 wins in a season does not equal awesome. None the less, I was a fan.) And to all my friends from elementary school and middle school currently with Facebook statuses about the Phillies- I remember.

3. There’s no reason to be sorry. I’m sorry that the Phillies will beat your team.

That being said, Happy Opening Day!