Classy!

I heard a story the other night that just made me giggle. I can't go into specifics but it entails two hashers, under a table a Famous, making out...Classy!

That takes me back. I use to hang out at Famous Pub when I was in grad school (though not under the tables). A cavernous bar with lots of TVs, pool tables and Emory students, I always had fun there (though again never under the tables). I was last there over a year ago, after a hash...nothing has changed.

Martha's getting her groove back

I had a cute and much younger man hit on me the other night. I'm not interested but it was kind of nice.

I don't want to jinx anything but I do have a date tomorrow night and I'm looking forward to meeting him. I met him on-line, he owns a house in ViHi, works as an engineer with KC, studying for his MBA, he likes smart girls and is from the Midwest. He's even heard of the hash and thinks it sounds like fun ('What's not to like, running and drinking')! I am hoping to keep him away from there for a bit...but you never know.

I like boys that grew up in the Midwest but had the smarts to leave there. People may disagree but Midwesterners are some of the nicest, most down to earth folks you will ever meet.

We've spoke on the phone a few times, he seems to have a great sense of humor and is easy to talk to, we will be heading to an old favorite of mine, The Flatiron.

What he is looking for in a person:

Someone that smiles a lot is loyal and dependable.

I think I can do that :) Wish me luck.

Maxed Out

Since it was Monday night and there is nothing on TV I took the opportunity to do some spring cleaning in the extra bedroom. I watched the movie Maxed Out on the computer while tossing all the stuff I've accumulated over the past few years (is that ironic?).

Interesting movie but it didn't really tell me anything I didn't already know. Americans spend more money than they make every year. Some of the stories were heart-breaking, several cases of suicide after becoming overwhelmed with credit card debt, the national guard solider that had been on active duty for 23 months (making far less than his civilian job), and the low-income, fiscally unsophisticated victims of predatory lending.

I have generally admire Suzy Orme, much of her advice is again basic and a lot of common sense but I saw no real harm in what she had to say. She is always telling you how important your FICO score is when planning your financial future. I found out while watching the movie that she has a deal with the company that markets FICO scores...

The Penis has No Filter

Wise words from a very nice man...I have nothing more to say on the subject.

I'm starting to notice people treating me differently now that I'm single. People that I've never spoke with before are now going out of their way to talk to me. I'm not really sure why but I'm not complaining either.

Yesterday was a weird day...my mood was ALL OVER THE PLACE.

It started out well enough, a short drive to Grant Park for a run with friends. Neither Paulie or I where up for the 6+ mile trail BWANA laid out for us, so we did a shorter & slower 5 mile trek to Little 5 Points and back. We watch the final part of the Tour de France, commented on skinny, little biker guys, ate some yummy bagels and drank a few beers.

I had to make a quick pit stop back at the house so as to avoid a wardrobe malfunction on the Black Sheep trail that afternoon. Upon my arrival I saw the sight I was hoping to avoid. I busied myself by handing out t-shirts and had another beer.

Unfortunately, my buzz started to wear off just as the trail started going south. I had to go through a long, dark tunnel, nearly had a panic attack and exited the tunnel sobbing like a little girl. Circle wasn't much better, people thought I was pissy because of trail but that was not the case. Thanks DC for literally giving me a shoulder to cry on. Thankfully, the on-after was drama free...I need to keep reminding myself I am surrounded by some really wonderful friends!!

Dusty!

I hate dust and dust seems to be taking over my house. The question what can I do about it? I have two dogs, so the tumbleweed-like balls of dog hair floating across the living room are here to stay. But the DUST...it just never goes away. I have invested in air cleaners, vacuums and assorted swiffer-type contraptions to control the dust and nothing is working.



I have a new plan...



Time Out for Some Time Off



If I can't keep the dust out of my house then maybe it is time for me to get rid of some of the things the dust settles on.

I would love to grab a big box, take the day off and just start chucking things into it, starting with

1) my cds, I haven't listened to one of these since I signed up with Sirius. Most are old and dusty, anyone need a Spice Girls cd to finish off their collection?

2) my closet, I'm pretty good about this. I go through my wardrobe every few months. The problem right now is the pile from the last purge is still sitting in my house.

3) my books, I have LOTS of books, I love books, this will be a tough one. I need to be cold and calculating on this one.

4) my photos, I'm not sure if I need to get rid of these just find a better way to organize them.

Another ending or a new beginning

It is/was time to end things with Chris. He is a very sweet guy and has always been good to me. However, I want certain things out of life and I don't think he is the one that can give that to me. We are so very different, values, lifestyles, goals, etc. that I just don't see how it could work. There has been no official breakup, there was no official relationship. I will talk to him soon but for now I need a little time alone.

Men, can't live with them...

I know people say they are simple creatures, feed them and f*ck them and they are happy.

So why do they insist on 'helping out'??? They want to do the 'manly' chores around the house but they never do them. So I'm stuck either 1) fixing it myself and not letting him 'be a man' or 2) waiting for him to fix it...whenever that might be.

Right now the grass in my yard is almost knee deep and my mower is still out back with a broken blade.

I'm off for a run...I need it!

All Chicks, No DIcks

And one ugly something in between:



The day started off as any normal hash would, I picked up Tasty Pie and we headed up to the wilds of Cobb County. On the drive there I received phone calls from three separate hashers:

Hasher #1 - I'm lost, I don't see a Kroger where the directions say it should be
Hasher #2 - I'm running late, as in I'm still at home in my PJs, where is the end
Hasher #3 - We are at the wrong Kroger, we are on our way

Why I was the one being contacted is beyond me, I wasn't setting trail, I wasn't involved in any of the arrangements, I guess I'm just expected to know everything. Though I do seem to be a clearing house of information most of the time.

After a few phone calls to/from lost/misplace/missing hashers and a visit from L&F (please see picture above), the pack of 30 or so women was off. It was a scenic trail, not to long, but boy I couldn't wait to get to that pool ending for some food, beer and most importantly gossip.

Most of the day was spent chatting, floating in the pool and drinking a bevy or two. Many started to leave to attend the PineLake Hash 1050, why leave, there is beer here, we already ran and we have a pool. We where down to only the most serious of Chicks.

We figured at this point we would make a beer run, grab some food and retrieve the last of the cars from the start. Primer, 4 Inch, Pumpt'kin and myself headed back. Pumpt'kin was going to head home and the remaining three of us headed into Kroger to stock up on much needed provisions. Upon our return to the parking lot, Pumpt'kin was still sitting in her car and declared she was too drunk to drive home.

Primer, 4 Inch, Tasty Pie, Skin Flute, Pumpt'kin and myself hung out well past the return on our hosts. At around 7:30 most of us started to head back to town. I got home, made some rice and fell asleep. Rumor has it two of these hard core chicks participated in a pub crawl until about midnight, you go girls!

Thanks to our hosts/hares for such a great No Dick day.

PeachTree 10K

Peachtree 10k

I mentioned earlier that I run the Peachtree on July 4th. This was my first Peachtree (only my second 10K) I had a great time. For better or worse it seems that someone scheduled this race to coincide with the annual AH4 Peachtree Pub Crawl.

I've participated in the Pub Crawl twice, it is never pretty. I was hoping that by running the race, I would be able to avoid a couple of hours of drinking and some how be able to function for the day. The plan almost worked.

After twisting my knee I felt I would not be able to run. Oh well, I just do what I can and get my t-shirt. After talking with a few friends we decided to meet up at the start of the pub crawl and run the race from there. I did pretty good, keeping up with some of the faster kids, even after a couple of beers at the start. Somewhere before the big hill, I had a wardrobe malfunction and had to pull out of the race for a bit while I tried, without flashing 10,000 people, to fix the bra strap that came undone.

I was now on my own and less than motivated. I kept scanning for the beer stops, all but ready to give in to the call of Terrapin. I came upon the last beer stop, manned by my friend Harold, there waiting with him where my other friends, Paul, Bill and Melissa. I stopped ready for a beer. Harold said I couldn't have one until my number was marked (i.e. I had picked up my tshirt) then out of the crowd emerged Frank (another hasher friend). Frank had about 4-5 beers at the start and we thought him lost to the pub crawl. Happy to see him and with renewed enthusiasm we headed off towards Piedmont Park and the much coveted Peachtree Tshirt.

We finished in non-record time, got out picture taken crossing the finish line and weaved our way through the crowd to pick up the shirt. We then ran back to the last beer stop (yes, Harold's) just has the pub crawl came strutting in.

We had a few beers, had my heart crushed just a tad, and everyone started to head back to Black Bear Tavern for the on-in. I hung back a bit, not sure if I wanted to continue...the smell of sweaty hashers and beer won and Frank and I headed back.



We had a few extra beer stops, sponsored by generous spectators. The rest of the day became a blur. It ending about 9 pm with me being driven home from The Glenwood and poured into bed.

Dead in the Water

I have been at work for two hours today and I haven't done anything. It isn't that it is very unusual but this time it isn't my fault. About half of all users at work had their accounts deactivated last night, I was one of them. I have no email access and I can't get to any of my files. Somehow, I still have internet access, many others don't even have that.



Ladies and gentalment, your tax dollars at work.