Ooooh la la!

I need a new bag.  I can only have one main bag at a time, because I will inevitably lock myself out of the house/forget my work ID/not have gum (the horror)/do something bad.  Accessorizing outfits via purses is just not in the cards for a space cadet like me.

Enter Rue La La.  Because, nothing says IMPULSE BUY like an email, telling you that a sale starts in TEN MINUTES and there's ONLY 1 LEFT of everything cool.

Never mind that I've had about a million expenses in the last month, like, ohhhhh a CAR and BOOKS (because school started again already... just kick me when I'm down), but dang, Cole Haan, I want a new bag. Rull bad.

So, it's too late, but what is the etiquette on a white bag.  Specifically, this one:

Is this all seasons?  White bags aren't like pants or shoes, right?  It's a little too late, cuz it's already comin' to mama, but I would like a little reassurance that this is legit.  I love it, but I'd like to know if people are talking about me behind my back.  

Talk to me.

Falmouth Road Race/Butt Kickin'

So, the problem with popular races that require you to sign up four months in advance is that I am very optimistic about my future abilities.  And there was a time when I could go out for a 7 mile run without much fanfare.  Likely, I'd set out just to run and all of a sudden an hour and a half had gone by and I'd been listening to my jams and hadn't noticed.  Woops, it's getting dark.  Or woops! I missed my fav TV show.  Or woops, I'm never going to get to sleep at this point.

But no more.  Now, it seems about two miles is my peak.  I'm out of breath, my legs don't want to go, and my knees hurt.  I can elliptical for a good period of time, but my midget legs just won't go the way they used to in college.

I peaked early; I'm learning to accept it.  In most ways, I'm pretty sure it was in middle school.

But, I'll keep signing up for races and being optimistic.  There's no better way to realize how far you've fallen then to be surrounded by a bzillion people zooming around you.  Then my pride starts to overrule my legs, and there's this internal struggle where college KK tries to fight back against truck KK of today.

So, at the Falmouth Road Race this year, I started off like a champ.  I was zooming along, passing people, feeling strong and proud about keeping up with everyone.  I even snapped this pic of the guy in front of me at the very beginning... Sully's Tap is my jam.  I like you.

I was full speed ahead for the first 3.5 miles... then the wheels fell off.  I could run a song, walk a song.  I tried to put on the pumpiest of pump up music, but the blister I got during this race?  Epic.  The crowds and energy were amazing, especially at the end of the course, but my "how 'bout I don't run and eat my feelings about law school" workout plan would not exactly have done Kanye proud.  Whatever.  I'm part lawyer now, I'm pretty sure they won't admit you to the bar without being pale and round.  And I refuse to be pale, so something had to give, and it was my endurance in running.

Falmouth, you were fun, and I think you were a good bellwether to motivate me, but you hurt like ski pre-season, and I didn't miss you.

And fun facts?  Mr. Sully's Tap, despite me losing him on the course, passing him off the bat, then apparently him blowing by me somewhere when I was sucking wind?  I sprinted at the end (gotta look good for my fans) and ended up limping along after the finish line right behind him again.  Looks like he and I have similar lifestyles/training plans.  I'm A-OK with that.

ZOOM ZOOM

I got a car, I got a car, I got a car, hey hey hey hey.  No offense to Buckwheat, (anybody remember the Little Rascals?!) but my car is way cooler than his pickles.  Heyooooo!

I've been eat/sleep/dreaming about a Mazda 3 for awhile now.  It didn't help that every other commercial was for SUMMER DRIVE and cruising away with a shiny new Mazda.  I was salivating.  Chomping at the bit.  It was all I could think about.  Definitely all I talked about.

And now it's alllll mine.

Thanks,  Larry!

I had a great experience buying my car.  The dealership tried to make it fun, and I obliged.  My brother helped me negotiate, I just got to sit back and sing the zoom zoom song.  

(I'm still singing it.  Sorry, friends.)

That's 4 miles.  Weeeee!  Thank you to everyone who's driven my dumb butt around for the past two years, but good golly, I've missed singing at the top of my lungs in a way that I can only do when I'm alone in the car.  And hitting scan on the radio every time that song I hate comes on without having to politely ask first.  Generally, I'm a well mannered young lady, but I missed my car: my rules!

Honter Ponters?

me: mmhmm. what would ann say about you being at the hong kong this evening.

in a dress that flies over your head with a puff of wind.

Beth: with inapprop honter ponters on 

for shame

me: what are honter ponters?

Beth: underpants 

me: who says that

what is that?!

Beth: according to my aunt. there was a song and everything

me: stop it

i'm giggling

Beth: it's true

i'll sing to you when we're not in a class with 100 of our closest buddies

When I learn how to record audio... I will post this song.  I need to know how to sing this song, and I needed to know yesterday.

Love for LNE

My love of LNE is well-documented.

So, please accept me re-sharing her awesome posts.  I bring you a list of things you can and cannot do in your 20's.

http://lifeneedsedits.com/?p=5796

You're welcome.

A Post-Chicago Post, a month later...

(Written as if it were August 8th.  Pretend, people!)

I’m back and I’m not happy about it.

I also just realized that I’m running a 10K this weekend. In the past two weeks, I have run one mile. Over the past weekend, I consumed Deep Dish Pizza, taco pizza, bagfuls of the most delicious cheesy popcorn, goat cheese whipped mash potatoes, more wedding cake than I think we should talk about, and various fried delights. But here’s a pic from my one mile run…

That's not Boston!

Thoughts:

Southwest isn’t as awesome as everyone says it is. Caveat – maybe it’s just cuz I don’t know how to do it, and I kept forgetting to check in until I’m the last one on the plane. If you’re gonna have your own freaky-deaky system, I’m gonna need some explanation. Especially if I, like the rest of the travelling population, kill time by having a beer at the airport. Let’s up the confusion factor some more by wearing my iPod wherever I go and not realizing that there are numbered pillars against the wall and that we don’t board when the section letter printed on our boarding pass is called. Whatever, fruity flight attendant man, I don’t need a lecture on cutting the line. What I need is a uniform system, kind of like the one the rest of the world uses. I also like buying plane tickets and picking my seat; I honestly probably wouldn’t buy the dumb ticket if I had to sit in the middle. I’d wake up earlier or take a different flight. So maybe, now that I know all of this about Southwest, it would be fine next go-round, but I just wasn’t in LOVE like I was expecting to be. I missed you, Jetblue.

The Cubs are as awesome as everyone says. Wrigley is so cool – with the houses around the outfield actually peering into the stadium, and having extra seating built onto their roofs. When I move to Chicago, I’m living here:

My new house!

Also, I learned this song and had it stuck in my head all weekend. And every bar plays it when the game lets out (possibly only when they win?)



AND I debated all weekend about which Cubs shirt I wanted (there’s a real push for this North Side vs. South Side shirt thing for Cubs v. White Sox, but honestly… nobody’s gonna get that in the 207. I barely got it and I was  on the North Side at the time).  Apparently there's a Spanish division of Cubs supporters, and so I am looking for a Los Cubs shirt.  Combines everything I love.

Anyway.  Thank you to my Chicago friends for making my brief law school summer vacation baller. I love you Moo, Smack, and Charity, (and Paps for bein' a friend!).

The Windy City

me:  what is flute
Ashley:  http://www.google.com/imgres?q=flute&um=1&hl=en&client=browser-rockmelt&sa=N&channel=omniboxsourceid%3Dchrome&tbm=isch&tbnid=vecbipelBio24M:&imgrefurl=http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html&docid=_ZxB94BCKt0X9M&w=750&h=600&ei=A645To_dGKqGsgLYpWw&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=223&page=1&tbnh=159&tbnw=197&start=0&ndsp=15&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&tx=98&ty=86&biw=1236&bih=707
or
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flute
Ashley's new status message - Kaitlyn: what is flute 4:23 PM

Never mind that her gchat status is "good for me, flute is the new black".  Whatever, Smash, I'll fight you this weekend...

because now this is happening:

If you notice, I'm on a boat (!!).  Props to Al-pal for this gorgeous depiction of the weekend to come.

I'm going to CHICAGO for a wedding, which will include a Cubs Game, a beautiful ceremony, a beeeeach, and more dancing and laughing than my abs are prepared to handle.  Both dresses came in this morning (just in the nick of time), and a quick vote of the office has every male coworker voting purple.  Perhaps I'll quick change and do the navy for the ceremony and purple for the reception? 

I am SO excited to see my girl friends.  When I'm not scheming about how to get them to fall in love with men from Boston and move back to me, I'm looking into trips to see them.  And scheming of ways that we we can just play weird dress up and yell Mike Jones and look for dimes...

Yes, in fact, that is a dime.  Don't forget your change purse when you dance with us.  Also, my dad likes this song.  I digress.  I'll be looking for a dime like it's 2006 until further notice.

Mike Jonnnnnnnnnnnnnnes!