Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Saturday, August 28, 2004 Two steps forward, two steps back....
Quick multiple day wrap up:
~Because I apparently hate my feet and want to inflict any amount of pain on them that I possibly can, I seemed to have thought that running a 10 mile race less than a week after finishing a 60 mile walk would have a been a good idea. I'm tough. I'm resilient. I'm in good shape. I'm out of my friggin' mind. Once again my insteps are just ridiculously unhappy with me, and I'm sure that Suzy can't walk right now either.
The race was up in Flint and started at the ripe hour of 8am. But due to the fact that there were crazy thunderstorms up until about 20-30 minutes before the race, they delayed it by half an hour. Which gave us just enough time to get completely and totally soaking wet. Which made it the perfect time for me to have not considered the fact that I was wearing a green sports bra under my white t-shirt, which, when wet, was a couple pounds heavier than normal. Fortunately, the rain tapered off by start time and stayed away while we were actually running. And The Crim is a fun race. The residents of Flint come out to cheer, and as we learned last weekend, it's great to have people cheering you on. Especially on you damn Bradley Hills. Michael Moore was there too. It looked like he was there with some of his family members just chillin' after the race was done.
~ Three articles of clothing I never thought I would own: purple pants, a tweed clutch, and a pink knit poncho. Lisa makes her bold forray into fashion risk-taking. The jury is still out on whether or not it's paying off, or if I have become the poster child for fashion victim 101.
~ I have been awake by 5am more times in the last week than not. Therefore, I have taken more 3 hour naps in the middle of the day than your average joe.
~ Thursday night, Team Breastsavers plus our honorary member Michelle, minus laryngitis ridden Shelly, plus Kelly's brother Brian, plus a friend of Michelle's, plus Todd, plus Charles, headed out for a celebration outing for completing the walk. A good time was had been all. There were lots of drinks, we passed the Monolo's around for their dutiful admiration, there was a message left on my voicemail saying, "That ain't no Tony the Tiger" (to which I still need to get the back story to), there were shots, and lots of fun times. Which will definitely need to be a repeat occurrance.
