I have been neglecting my blog for the last two weeks-ish. I always feel like I should apologize for doing that. But then I always feel like asking myself why it is that I let an inanimate object of the web 2.0 variety make me feel bad things about myself. Clearly it’s just a big hurricane of emotion over here.
I cannot stop eating dairy foods and crave them all the time. And by all the time I mean for the last three days. Yogurt, cheese, enormous glasses of milk, cheese, and cheese. This is only weird because I very rarely crave anything involving cows – beef, cheese or anything with a nice cow print upon it – nothing. I am usually a straight up vegetable girl and I actually have been known to long for giant bowls of peas or 15 and a half brussel sprouts. Some people find that weird. Of course, those same people subsist solely on junk food and baked goods, and I find that disgusting, so there you go. Besides, how weird is it going to be when you’re dead and I’m running marathons? Not so weird that I won’t risk it. Ummm anyway, cheese is great.
Speaking of marathons a little bit, I ran the BolderBoulder last weekend! I used to not be able to run around the block, and now I can run at least 6.2 miles, most likely more. At least, that’s what I like to tell myself. And I was not, contrary to what I assumed would happen, trampeled by skinny hippies. No Internet, I ran the whole way, I was not trampeled, and I had such a great time running 6.2 miles that I did it again later in the week. Although I have to tell you, it’s much easier to run when the whole city cheers for you, and it is less easy to run when you are by yourself. So I guess it’s just like they say “Everything Is More Fun With Hippies.” If they say that. I guess I should ask my brother, who lives in Boulder 82% of the time. G – Do they say that? They should.
Speaking of The G (The G is my illustrious brother, in case you didn’t know) I would like to report a sad state of affairs: The G is actually not in Boulder like he’s supposed to be, but is, instead, in Arkansas. Yes, that’s right, Arkansas. Which means he’s missing out on all kinds of summer fun. This fun includes, but is not limited to:
– Hiking in Moab with the Lutherans
– Seeing Harry Potter at the IMAX
– Riding bikes and playing with sidewalk chalk
– Drinking vodka lemonade on the deck (The G likes his girly drinks don’t you know)
– Telling me how great I look while I prance around in various wedding attire
– Wait a second – this has turned into my summer list basically. Which means it’s time to wrap this up.
In conclusion, I guess, this is not a post about a random smattering of things, but is mostly about feelings: I feel conflicted, I feel fast, I feel like I miss my brother, I feel like I have way too many weddings to go to. Oh – and I feel like I would like some cheese.
Do you have any?