Category: Life

The gift of cough drops

By , May 28, 2014 6:45 am

If you were going to give a foreign visitor a gift that was representative of your country, what would that gift be?

I’m finding this question hard to answer. The only things I can come up with are food or sports related. For some countries, you think of a distinct craft, but it’s just not coming to me!

Don’t worry though – I don’t actually have the task of finding said gift in front of me right now. I was just thinking about it as I visited the store to buy cough drops this morning and saw the Ricola brand. 

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When I worked in Rome during the summer of 2006, my coworkers were from all over the world. It was such an amazing experience to share stories with these people every day, finding the differences and similarities between our lives, as well as discussing where we wanted to take our architecture careers. Luckily, I became friends with a few of them on Facebook so we sort of keep in touch!

Anyway, one coworker was from Switzerland. On my last day in the office, she told me she had a small gift for me, from her home country, and gave me a bag of Ricola cough drops! It was such a sweet gesture, and it also made me laugh… I had never received cough drops as a gift! But now, every time I have a cold, I think of her!

Just stop “sliding”

By , May 23, 2014 9:51 pm

In college in 2004 (holy cow, ten years ago!), I decided to be a sub on an intramural indoor soccer team for one game. I played soccer (not well, you’ll notice a theme) in high school, and missed it. 

But I had never played indoor.

So when the perfect opportunity arrived for a slide tackle, I went for it. 

On the turf. 

OUCH!

Oops! Instinct just took over.

I tore up my leg… and maybe got a yellow card. Hee hee.

I didn’t know how to clean up my leg, and we were leaving for a class trip to Chicago the next day. So the morning of the trip, I just put a gauze wrap on my leg and wore jeans. And ignored it.

Not a good idea. I tried to take the gauze off and guess what was stuck inside the scrape? Yeah… pieces of gauze. But, luckily I saw Steven during that trip and he took care of me. Ha. 

So you can understand why he was a bit concerned when I insisted on asking the softball league organizer what the rules on sliding in to bases are. And when I said to Steven “You slide face first, right?”

Well geesh! I remembered not to go face first!

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Hee hee.

Honestly, it wasn’t much of a slide. I was running from second, the third base coach told me to keep going, and the ball got there right before I did. It was kind of like a slide/landing. Eh, I tried. I thought it would be cool to score a point. My team cheered me on. Steven said he looked away. Ha!

A member of the other team asked if I was okay. I told him I liked getting dinged up. And that I told our team we’d have a contest to see who got the gnarliest bruise/scrape/whatever from the season.

About that other team! Super nice people. There was a great spirit out there. We all encouraged each other. But they killed us. If we hadn’t run out of time, we would have ended due to a slaughter rule. Part of me wonders why they are in the non-competitive league and part of me wonders if our team just needs a lot more time together. Maybe a bit of both. 

Either way, I had a lot of fun. And I was surprised at how nervous I was! I was first to bat and my legs were shaking. They were shaking most of the night! Ha ha! Can’t wait to see how next week goes! No sliding though… (riiiiiight).

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Bird karma

By , May 20, 2014 6:23 am

A horrible thing happened on my drive home from the race on Sunday.

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I was driving along, feeling happy about running with Bobbi, looking forward to seeing Steven when I got home and thinking about how nice it would be to have the sun out for softball practice when… BAM!

Out of nowhere (really, out of the east, my left) a bird tried to fly in front of my car. Emphasis on try. He didn’t make it. I heard a loud thud as he hit the right side of the windshield and for whatever reason, I decided to look in my rear view mirror, to which I see the bird arch up in to air then land on the ground behind me. 

I really wish I hadn’t seen that. 

I felt like crying. But I was too dehydrated. So I just drove home with a sad face, trying to figure out how to fix my “bird karma.”

I immediately filled up the bird feeders when I got home. And felt a little better. 

But now they are watching me. They know what I did. 

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Birds keep coming really close to the windows, fluttering there for a minute, then flying away. Staring at me. JUDGING ME. Plotting against me. 

The other critters are no help. 

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I’m afraid to go outside. 

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What do I have to do to be forgiven?!?!

Ha ha, okay, I am trying to make this humorous to make myself feel better. I am a big animal lover (you know, the whole vegan thing) and stuff like this really gets to me. But! Sharing it makes me feel better. Even though it’s kind of an awful story. 

Are you more likely to share a “awful” story because sharing it will make you feel better? Or, to keep it to yourself?

Despite what I wrote about not being close with (most of) my coworkers*, I am actually a huge sharer. Er, oversharer, if you will. I am likely to share good or bad stories** (and I mean bad stories like the one above – not badly told – that would describe most of my stories).

And why share them? Well, it feels good to get things off my chest. And it makes me feel better when people relate. Yeah, kind of a selfish reason to dump on someone. But, a huge benefit of blogging is sharing something** and having people say, “hey, me too!” or “I’ve been there!” I don’t blog because I think I am special/doing unique things, I blog to remind myself I am normal***. Ha! And how do I do that? When people relate in the comments.Um, but not that I really want to read your stories about hitting animals by accident with your vehicle… hmm. Oops. Maybe just tell me how much you love animals too. Yeah. That!

*The not sharing with (again, most of my) coworkers is a learned reaction, based on comments received in the past.
**But I have to be honest – I try to keep most of the bad, crappy feelings off the blog. 
***Okay, okay, or that there are many other “weirdos” like me! Ha!

Random Thoughts Thursday 63

By , May 15, 2014 6:28 am
  • Yesterday, I found out completely by accident, that a coworker who sits right next to me is running the same half marathon I am on Sunday. It makes me sad that we sit right next to each other and never talk about what’s going on in our lives. But eh, it’s a two-way street, and I tend to not share much about myself in the office. Are you close with your coworkers?
  • OMG I realized I have less than a month to write a matron of honor speech for Christina’s wedding. Ahh!
  • I’ve been wearing the Asics Gel Cumulus shoes since mid October 2010 and have had great success with them. I love the gel cushioning system! In fact, when it was time to get trail shoes for my 50K, I didn’t even try a pair on… I just read about an Asics shoe that fit just like the Cumulus and bought them (and they work fantastically). Anyway! I am a huge supinator, and I heard the Asics Gel Nimbus has a bit more support in the lateral front of the shoe for that, so I got a pair to try. We shall see what happens! If nothing else, I will have a super spiffy new pair of street shoes. 

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  • I was reading this story (pdf here) about 24 year-old Garth Watson, who is running from California to New York in 150 days to raise money for Stand Up 2 Cancer, thinking “I want to do something like that someday – run a bunch of miles and fundraise!” (and “Man, it sucks that the people who said they would support him on the run bailed on him.”). Then I was like… derp. I am doing that with team Running to Remember for The Longest Day, fundraising for the Alzheimer’s Association. From sunrise to sunset, someone from the team is running on a track, and last year, they ran a combined 300 miles! I am excited to see how many miles we get in this year! Please visit my personal page if you’d like to donate – no amount is too small!
  • Are any other Soldier Field 10 Miler registrants wondering what is up with the corral system? It seems like some people are placed completely randomly in the corrals, even though Fleet Feet said they corrals are based on estimated pace. For example… I am in the middle corral, 9, and Gina and her husband, who are coming from Texas to run the race with me, are in the last corral, 18. Even though we registered at the exact same time (she registered for me) and all put the same pace. Seems odd, but… I get super annoyed when people obsess over corrals so I am trying not to. Emphasis on trying. Ha. It’ll all work out on race day. 

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Whose fortune was it?!

By , May 14, 2014 6:19 am

What are the stories that your family/friends tell over and over? What situation are you in, that makes that story come up?

Steven and the fortune (cookie). This story will never die. 

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It comes up almost every time we eat in an Asian restaurant (derrrr) with his family. 

First, a little back story. Steven is meticulous about everything the method in which fortune cookies should be claimed. When the waiter brings them to the table, don’t just grab one. Steven will tell you which one was meant to be “yours,” based on the cookie’s placement. (This makes him sound like a jerk, but it’s really just amusing).

And second part of the back story, Steven and I used to save fortunes that we liked, with the idea that we’d frame them or do something cool with them someday (yeah… that hasn’t happened). 

So. This was way back in the day. We weren’t even married yet. Early 2000s. We were eating at a favorite Asian restaurant in Steven’s hometown, with all of his family (six of us). 

The fortune cookies came out. I ignored the rule and just grabbed my cookie to eat. Everyone grabbed theirs to eat. 

We were reading our fortunes to each other, and I had a particularly fabulous one. The story would be better if I remembered what it said, but you will see why I don’t, in a bit. 

So we’re reading them, and after I say mine and talk about how fabulous it is, I say I am going to keep it and start to put it in my wallet. Steven says that it should have been his fortune. That I grabbed the one that was meant for him (based on the placement, and I am sure, whatever fabulous thing the fortune said). I argue back that it’s mine and I am keeping it. 

Then he grabs the fortune out of my hand, puts it in his mouth, and eats it. Claiming it was his fortune. 

Everyone at the table laughs hysterically. I was in shock that he would eat a piece of paper just to be funny, but I was laughing too. 

And that is the fortune story. You can see why receiving a fortune cookie (after you are told which is yours, of course) at a restaurant would trigger this story. And you can see why I can’t remember what the fortune said – I only had it for so long before someone ate it. 

The funny thing now, is that a lot of fortune cookies have eggs in them, so I don’t eat them if they do, and don’t really get fortunes anymore (and sometimes, fortunes are more like advice or a statement, and that is kind of lame). So I’ve stopped collecting the ones I like. 

Anyway. One more question. Hee hee. Do you get (sometimes get) annoyed when the same stories are told over and over? 

Ha ha. Sometimes it bugs me, to hear the same stories over and over when I have nothing to do with them. I know, that’s awful. Especially cause I know that I do that to other people. And I know that people are just reminiscing. But sometimes you don’t find the same things amusing/entertaining that other people did (and sometimes you do and don’t mind hearing it a few times). And you’re sick of hearing about it. Again. Ha. So tell me if I am doing that to you. 

TRUST NO ONE

By , May 13, 2014 6:21 am

Have you heard of Williams Syndrome? I ran across this article What Happens When You Trust Too Much (pdf here) in my news feed, and with a title like that, of course I clicked through to read it. 

Williams Syndrome is caused by deletion of 26 genes at conception, and has several telling characteristics, but this article focused on the behavioral components – extreme friendliness, social interest, empathy, and distraction – and how these components might affect someone with this syndrome in the workplace.

Work is an arena where relationships are forged, and alliances are built. The modern office is a test lab for social discretion, where we quickly learn who we can trust, and who we should avoid. But for individuals with Williams Syndrome, who often trust indiscriminately, this can be a problem.

The article spoke of how it’s easy for employees with Williams Syndrome to be taken advantage of, because they tend to have a decreased sense of social threat and they want to please others. So it wouldn’t cross their mind not to pay for someone else’s lunch (or loan them money, or work more or who knows what else). 

Well… this is a long arse intro to what reading this article made me think about – a movie I just watched. Ha ha. 

UPCOMING SPOILER ALERT!!!

Have you seen Nebraska? While it had some funny parts, I actually don’t recommend it. It’s too brutally honest. Too painful. You know that dreaded feeling of being forced to do something you don’t want to, but have to out of obligation? That is what watching most of the movie felt like, for me. I mean, there are some heart-warming parts, definitely, and the movie is done well, but mostly… it just made me feel sad about families. And Kim no like feel sad. 

Anyway, on to the SPOILER. The premise of the movie is that Bruce Dern’s character thinks he won a million dollars in a Mega Sweepstakes Marketing prize, because of a letter he got from them in the mail. Everyone in his family knows it’s not real, but he insists it is, and keeps trying to walk from Montana to Nebraska to claim his prize. One of his sons sees how distraught he is over getting to Nebraska, and decides to drive him there. There is character development and all that, and some good ole father/son bonding, but in the end SPOILER RIGHT HERE when they get to the Mega Sweepstakes Marketing office in Nebraska, it turns out he did NOT win. The “code” in his letter was not a winner. 

So the son is talking to the receptionist in the office, asking if this happens a lot, and she tells him that mostly elderly people come in to claim their winnings. She asks if his father has Alzheimer’s. 

“No,” he answers, “He just believes what people tell him.”

“That’s too bad,” she responds. 

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Gah, that line made me feel so sad. First of all, that someone would say “That’s too bad” when you are talking about how trusting someone else is. And secondly, that, yeah, you can’t really be 100% trusting, all the time – whether it’s because of a syndrome you have, or because that’s just the way you are, or whatever reason. 

So. That is how my brain works. Read that article and it linked me back to that movie. Why I felt the need to share both here and not edit one out? Hee hee – I thought they were both interesting. 

But on to the topic of trust. I know people who are overly trusting in real life. Believe anything they are told, even if it’s clearly a scam. Incredibly nice people, but gullible in a very scary way. I remember a friend being outraged when they found out a scam they were told wasn’t real. I tried to be empathetic, but it was hard, as I recognized the situation as a scam from the beginning. 

I think in our digital era (*giggle*) it’s smart to be skeptical and question what you read online. But it makes the world feel so harsh, when you take that skepticism everywhere you go. When you start to second guess everything. When you don’t even make eye contact with people in the street because you think they are going to ask you for something. 

And I put that quote from the article about the workplace in this post because I absolutely believe that is what happens at work. I’ve told a few friends lately that I never understood the concept of people “having their own agenda” in the workplace. Like, how to do you have the energy to do that, outside of your assigned tasks? But wow, people really do. It sure is interesting, and yeah, you learn pretty quickly who you can trust. 

So, which is it, right? Believe what people tell you? Or not?

I’m sure for you, just like for me, it’s very situational, and very dependent on the person. Hopefully, we all get to lean more on the trusting side than not, though. 

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Do you know anyone who you feel is overly trusting?

Worth my $75?

By , May 12, 2014 11:56 am

Does your profession have an accrediting/certifying/licensing organization? Are you an accredited/whatever member?

Every May, I pay to renew a membership that holds records of my architectural work history from a few years ago – in case I ever decide to use that work history toward becoming a licensed architect.

Every May, I pay the renewal fee, and think “Why am I still paying this? I don’t plan on becoming a licensed architect. I don’t want to become a licensed architect. I am not even sure I want to stay in architecture!”

Every May (and throughout the year), I wonder how the heck we expect kids to know what field they want to be in when they leave high school. To choose which major to study. With sometimes no experience in that field at all. Just a thought, “I might like that.”

And you know, by June, I forget all about it, until the next May. Ha!

So, no, I do not have an architecture license or really participate in the architectural community. But I am certified for my other job

And while that will never be a full time job for me, I do enjoy it, and enjoy studying and keeping my certification up to date. So it must not be the process holding me back with my day job…

Random Thoughts Thursday 62

By , May 8, 2014 6:12 am
  • Today is the last day to enter Rachel‘s Running to Remember Raffle for the Alzheimer’s Association The Longest Day event. Check out those awesome prizes! Or! If you don’t want a chance for a prize, come donate on my page, here! Hee hee. 
  • I’ve been reading RAGBRAI: America’s Favorite Bicycle Ride to get pumped (ha, like I need it) for Day 7 of RAGBRAI, and when Jen2 told me the author, Greg Borzo, would be speaking last Sunday, I was super excited I could attend (thank you to Andrew for taking me!)! And even more excited when I realized I had not one, but two books he’d written, to bring for him to sign. I really geek out over having authors sign my copy of their book… especially when it’s a book I love! Do you have any books signed by the author? Did you get them signed yourself, or were they a gift? Steven and I also went to see the author of Eating Animals speak, and he signed our copy.

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  • I have several things on my racing calendar, but RAGBRAI is the next big “event” I plan to make any goal for. And that goal? Ha ha, it’s pretty simple. Just to get healthy between now and then, lose some weight, and enjoy the ride. Specifically, not suffer on the hills. 
  • Ha, you guys already know about our “leftovers rule” and we have some other silly house rules, too. Like, you can’t watch a movie on TV if it’s a movie you own (just play the DVD – commercials are painful). Do you guys have any (joke) “house rules”?
  • The official Wisconsin Half Marathon photos are available. Now, I have to say, I completely ignored the official race photographers, since Steven and Tyler were there taking photos. And, um, seeing the official photos made me even more grateful that Steven and Tyler were there – there are not any (many?) good shots of me, or me and Kelly (not that I usually buy race photos anyway)! I can’t imagine how hard it is for the race photographers to capture everyone, let alone try to frame the shot, or get more than one person in the shot! Yay for personal race photographers!

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  • I am not sure if I ever shared a photo of the lenses that Steven rented for the race. One of them was really intense! Steven had to go get a monopod to use to support the lense during the race. And so his shoulder didn’t fall off (I mean, he is our team pitcher, after all! Gotta take care of him!).  

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  • I am healing up nicely from my fall! The hardest part now?  Bending my knee and not picking this.

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What, your scabs don’t talk to you, too?

  • Thursdays are typically the one weekday I don’t (usually) have an obligation to be anywhere (teaching, training someone, at my downtown office, etc.)… and I really enjoy that. Ha ha. Well, today is the last Thursday for that. Softball games start next Thursday and run for 10 weeks. Eek! Can’t wait to see how our team does!

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Random Thoughts Thursday 61

By , May 1, 2014 6:41 am
  • Our softball league starts two weeks from today! Woo hoo! I am really excited. We had our first practice last week, and it was a blast. And I am stoked about our team name/theme, hee hee. A few weeks ago Pete posted this picture to our team Facebook page and suggested “Cats with Bats” for our team name. Of course, I loved the idea. One of Christina’s bridesmaids, Jacquie, is a graphic designer, so I asked her to design a team logo, then another teammate suggested we have cat themed names on our shirts… and somehow, everyone went along with it! I just ordered the shirts yesterday and I can’t wait to see how they turn out. Jacquie did a great job with the design! You can see her portfolio/contact info here if you ever need graphic design help.

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  • As a follow-up to last week’s RTT post, I borrowed Mary Poppins from Bobbi and watched it with Steven. Whoa. What a bizarre movie. I can definitely see why kids like it, but I think it I had seen it recently, I may not have wanted to watch Saving Mr. Banks, so… I am happy I watched them in reverse order. 
  • Speaking of movies, we are still making our way through the 2014 Oscar Best Picture Nominees (only three left!) and watched Philomena last night. Wow! It was really good! I was thinking I wasn’t going to like it – I had no idea what it was about! But I got really pulled in to the story. The same thing happened with seeing Divergent this week. The previews made me think I would dislike it, but I really enjoyed it!

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  • Check out Anne’s fundraising raffle for United Against Lung Cancer! She has some really awesome prizes! Every $5 donation gets you one entry, and every $10 gets you a bonus third entry! And there are chances for other bonus entries, as well. Last year, I was honored to be on Anne’s team to fundraise money for The Lung Run. 2013 was a really eye opening year for me in regards to the stigma around lung cancer. I couldn’t even tell most people about the team without them asking if the person we knew with lung cancer was a smoker. Sigh. Anne recently wrote a bit about that here, and I recommend reading it, and donating to her, of course!
  • You know what weirdo thing gives me much more joy than it should? Organizing things in google. Adding appointments/reminders to my calendar, completing people’s contact info (addresses, phone numbers, birthdays), adding photos to contacts, filing and archiving emails… ha ha ha. Google brings out my virtual control freak. 

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Tiger was a cat!*

By , April 30, 2014 6:49 am

Gosh, I swear I have written about this before, but can’t seem to find it!

Growing up (and now!) what did (do) you call your grandparents?

Ours were the traditional “Grandpa” and “Grandma.” Only, we didn’t call them by Grandpa paternal/maternal last name and Grandma paternal/maternal last name, we called them by their pet’s names! Grandpa and Grandma Tiger, and Grandpa and Grandma Pete**. Those names were easier for us to remember, and even after Tiger and Pete both passed away, we still called them by those names. Even to this day, it’s “Grandma Tiger” and “Grandma Pete.”

It wasn’t until I had cousins that I even realized that kids call their grandparents things other than Grandpa and Grandma. I remember the first time my cousins called our grandpa “Papa,” I thought they were talking to their dad! Ha ha. 

So I am curious to hear what you called/call yours! Or… if you are a grandparent, what you are called! I was talking to Gina about this during our recent visit and she said their parents had very specific names they wanted to be used, which I found interesting! 

I’ve been thinking about my paternal grandpa (Grandpa Tiger) a lot recently. The Longest Day event is coming up toward the end of June, and I am raising money for the Alzheimer’s Association with Rachel and her team (see my donation page, here). Grandpa Tiger did not have Alzheimer’s – he had Lewy Body Dementia – but I am still participating in this event with him in mind. I think research on all dementia is important, as well as care for those who have it, and support for the care takers. I bet too many of you can relate to a family member having dementia, and know the pain of seeing someone you love slip away more each day as the dementia takes a stronger hold. 

Whoa! I didn’t mean for this to get all sad. I have actually been thinking of all the good memories of Grandpa Tiger. And it makes me very happy to be on this team, and promoting the research. If you want to donate to my page, please check it out, here!

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*Tiger was actually a dog*** (so was Pete) but I like to insist Tiger was a cat cause it makes my snister nuts. Love you, Snistina!!!
**pronounced Petey
***Kind of funny that we called them after a pet who I couldn’t remember anything about! I am not even sure if all of my siblings met Tiger!

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