I've just been terribly irregular with the blogging. I found a fun web site that analyzes a photo of anyone and tells you which celbrity that person most looks like, and it came up with Anna Kornakova and Ashley Judd for me, so naturally I wanted to share these results with the world, since I totally do look like both of them... (WTF?!?) but now I can't find the dang link.
Lots of other stuff going on with Gina Grace but not much that's blog worthy/appropriate. Funny how some things just aren't fit and/or interesting enough for public announcement.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Sunday, July 24, 2005
An American Phenomenon
The Bachelorette Party. An Institution in to itself. Its too early for me to write much, I woke up too early, and now I think I need to get back in bed for another hour or so, but I wanted to say hello to you. And thanks for reading.
Last night was my friend Katie's bachelorette party. She's getting married in a couple of weeks, and until last night, I hadn't seen her in about 2 years. There were some other people there too who I hadn't seen in a long time, so it was nice to reconnect with some of those ladies. Though it was a little awkward when I asked a friend's little sister, "So, how's your baby!?" (because she had just had a new baby when I spoke to her last...) Her response was, "Oh, he's great! He's five months old now, so things are starting to settle down a little bit." Yeah, this was baby number 2. And big brother is now 2 1/2 years old. And I ask you all: Since when do my friend's little sisters have 2 kids??
This was a traditional Bachelorette party. None of this "quiet girls' weekend in Napa" business. This was your standard Stripper, hotel room, loud bar, dressed up bachelorette type of night. Fortunately or unfortunately, I missed the stripper, and didn't join the party until dinner. Just think, I was picking up my bike after a tune-up while some poor girl in the bridal party was getting dry-humped by a guy trying to work his way through his massage school. Sweet. Can't say I was too disappointed, as by all accounts, the guy was described as "well... Kind of... aggressive?" More proof that sometimes guys, even paid professionals, just don't Get It.
As it were, we went to Seattle's OTHER dueling piano bar last night to start the festivities. Who'da though that I would be touring the piano bars of Seattle each weekend this summer? There were about eleventeen other bachelorette parties there that night, making the place packed with crazy women looking to party. This prompted me to say under my breath, (quite inappropriately I might add) as we were leaving toward the 2 shy, quiet guys that were coming into the bar:
"If those two can't get laid tonight, it'll never happen."
Why do I have to be so surly and crass sometimes? Well, what's done is done. I hope they took it as encouragement.
For some reason I just wasn't feeling totally alive and awake. I really tried, but I was just too tired to stay out very long. I guess I can only have the real crazy weekends once a month or so. I came home to my apartment to discover that I had forgotten to lock my refrigerator. The tell-tale signs being: food all over the floor and a fat dog on the couch pretending to still be asleep to avoid punishment.
Now I know that very few of you have actually seen this occurrence, so after some very quick clean up last night, here are some photos that I took this morning of the wreckage. Please note: this is VERY mild compared to Daphne's earlier works, as I keep very little food in the refrigerator these days.
Exhibit A) I forgot to double lock my refrigerator. Silly me.
Please note patches of yellow egg yolk dried into carpet. That'll be fun to clean up... And I think that was a jar of salad dressing in the corner. Dogs love Lite Ranch dressing.
These were the egg shells that were big enough to pick up easily from the floor.
"Still life with Eggs and Smart Balance"
And here is my lady-friend who is behind it all. She is still sleeping on the couch. And snoring a bit now.
Last night was my friend Katie's bachelorette party. She's getting married in a couple of weeks, and until last night, I hadn't seen her in about 2 years. There were some other people there too who I hadn't seen in a long time, so it was nice to reconnect with some of those ladies. Though it was a little awkward when I asked a friend's little sister, "So, how's your baby!?" (because she had just had a new baby when I spoke to her last...) Her response was, "Oh, he's great! He's five months old now, so things are starting to settle down a little bit." Yeah, this was baby number 2. And big brother is now 2 1/2 years old. And I ask you all: Since when do my friend's little sisters have 2 kids??
This was a traditional Bachelorette party. None of this "quiet girls' weekend in Napa" business. This was your standard Stripper, hotel room, loud bar, dressed up bachelorette type of night. Fortunately or unfortunately, I missed the stripper, and didn't join the party until dinner. Just think, I was picking up my bike after a tune-up while some poor girl in the bridal party was getting dry-humped by a guy trying to work his way through his massage school. Sweet. Can't say I was too disappointed, as by all accounts, the guy was described as "well... Kind of... aggressive?" More proof that sometimes guys, even paid professionals, just don't Get It.
As it were, we went to Seattle's OTHER dueling piano bar last night to start the festivities. Who'da though that I would be touring the piano bars of Seattle each weekend this summer? There were about eleventeen other bachelorette parties there that night, making the place packed with crazy women looking to party. This prompted me to say under my breath, (quite inappropriately I might add) as we were leaving toward the 2 shy, quiet guys that were coming into the bar:
"If those two can't get laid tonight, it'll never happen."
Why do I have to be so surly and crass sometimes? Well, what's done is done. I hope they took it as encouragement.
For some reason I just wasn't feeling totally alive and awake. I really tried, but I was just too tired to stay out very long. I guess I can only have the real crazy weekends once a month or so. I came home to my apartment to discover that I had forgotten to lock my refrigerator. The tell-tale signs being: food all over the floor and a fat dog on the couch pretending to still be asleep to avoid punishment.
Now I know that very few of you have actually seen this occurrence, so after some very quick clean up last night, here are some photos that I took this morning of the wreckage. Please note: this is VERY mild compared to Daphne's earlier works, as I keep very little food in the refrigerator these days.
Exhibit A) I forgot to double lock my refrigerator. Silly me.
Please note patches of yellow egg yolk dried into carpet. That'll be fun to clean up... And I think that was a jar of salad dressing in the corner. Dogs love Lite Ranch dressing.
These were the egg shells that were big enough to pick up easily from the floor.
"Still life with Eggs and Smart Balance"And here is my lady-friend who is behind it all. She is still sleeping on the couch. And snoring a bit now.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
No Pictures of me in my swim suit and goggles?? I want a refund!!
At last, times for my triathlon were posted. After WAY too long of a wait, I have confirmed that I did finish in the “about and hour and a half” range that I thought I did. Total time: 1 hour, 31 minutes and 38 seconds, which put me at #58 out of 122 racers. Phew! Above (verrrrry slightly) the median! And the real fun hasn’t even started…. The real fun is finding PHOTOS of yourself during such an event and realizing how pretty you are in spandex. Ummmm, spandex…. But folks, don’t get too excited. There were only a few photos of the swimming leg, and none of me. But I have a feeling I looked totally hot in my neon green swim cap and goggles, accented my a look of bewilderment on my face. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was sexy. I took these photos off of the photographer's web site. I guess you only have to pay for print copies. That, or he shouldn't make it so easy for people to copy and past them... Anyway, I suppose I can live with the 80's style pencil sketch frame if they're on the house.
Here I am getting started in the bike leg- already out of the saddle on the first little hill? The learning experience here being: Make sure you’re already in an easy gear when you get started: you never know when they’ll be a hill right away. Getting your feet in the peddles, choking up the last bit of lake out of your lungs AND shifting at the same time is a bit much.
I like how the red and blue ankle strap on the timing chip kind of makes it look like I have rainbow colored socks on.
And after kickin’ ass and taking names during the bike leg, only to be humbled with thoughts of “oh sweet Jesus, I might die” throughout the entire running leg, here I am tossing myself over the finish line.
once again: ummmm…spandex…
Another lesson learned: If you wear a top that zips up the front, you can’t very well pre-pin your number on your top, so you have to pin it on your pants or shorts. Then when you tear the number on your pants because you put them on way too fast are weren’t careful, you have a floppy, annoying number stuck to your hips for the entire race. Modify strategy next time.
Also for next time: be sure to throw hands up in the air and/or make victory punch toward the heavens, give a big, toothy smile, and pick up those knees when crossing the finish line. Makes for a much cooler looking picture.
And I for one, am all about looking cool.
Here I am getting started in the bike leg- already out of the saddle on the first little hill? The learning experience here being: Make sure you’re already in an easy gear when you get started: you never know when they’ll be a hill right away. Getting your feet in the peddles, choking up the last bit of lake out of your lungs AND shifting at the same time is a bit much.
I like how the red and blue ankle strap on the timing chip kind of makes it look like I have rainbow colored socks on.
And after kickin’ ass and taking names during the bike leg, only to be humbled with thoughts of “oh sweet Jesus, I might die” throughout the entire running leg, here I am tossing myself over the finish line.
once again: ummmm…spandex…Another lesson learned: If you wear a top that zips up the front, you can’t very well pre-pin your number on your top, so you have to pin it on your pants or shorts. Then when you tear the number on your pants because you put them on way too fast are weren’t careful, you have a floppy, annoying number stuck to your hips for the entire race. Modify strategy next time.
Also for next time: be sure to throw hands up in the air and/or make victory punch toward the heavens, give a big, toothy smile, and pick up those knees when crossing the finish line. Makes for a much cooler looking picture.
And I for one, am all about looking cool.
Monday, July 18, 2005
I love my friends
Ahhhh, this girl had a nice little weekend. After being sickly and yucky for a good part of last week, by Saturday, I was good and ready to expend some personal energy on searching for, and attaining joy. Friday night I went out to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Lindsey and Erin. It was a good remake. Not better than the first movie, but a nice updated version. Agustus Gloomp was perfect, as was Charlie. I was relieved to find out that Johnny Depp did a great job as Willy Wonka, and wasn’t the creepy Michael Jackson-esque character that the previews made him out to be. I was also pleased with the Charlie Bucket house, and the fact that the grandparents slept head-to-toe just like the first movie (and probably the book, but I haven’t read the book).
Saturday started with an unusually early trip to the gym for some swimming. “Unusually early” meaning 10AM. Apparently there is a water aerobics class every Saturday scheduled for 9:30AM. So I had to sit in the hot tub for 30 minutes and wait for the class to end until I could get in the pool for some laps. Then I had lunch with a couple of friends downtown, did some light shopping (as I was told that I didn’t have a high enough skank factor in my current wardrobe) and headed home for a quick power nap before hitting the town.
It was Lindsey’s roommate Amy’s birthday on Saturday, so the evening’s agenda was slightly more festive than an average Saturday night. First we went to Howl at the Moon, a dueling piano bar, and then to Cowgirl’s Inc, a Coyote Ugly themed bar that, despite being trashy by nature, has turned out to be incredibly fun each time I go there. I might add that since we were all part of a birthday party, we didn’t have to pay cover at either place, which just left more money in our pockets for liquid courage.
Here’s one of the pianos…
I had a bunch of birthday party favors that I bought a while ago with the intention of sending them all to a certain birthday boy earlier in the month. However, right as I was about to mail said decorations, we had…a bit of a falling out? So, I had all these dang birthday accoutrements that need a home. So I brought them for Amy. The dang noise makers were duds, making no noise at all (Dollar Store, I guess you get what you pay for?) but were still very fun to play with. And most of them shot straight down when blown. So I had to coach this poor thing along manually.
** okay, there was a photo here of me with the above referenced noise maker, and looking at it again, it is way too phalic for public posting.**
Here’s one of Tracey and Me. Apparently I forgot to eat dinner before heading out. (please note my gold bling)
Then we went to Cowgirls Inc. which was insanely crowded, yet very fun. There was lots of dancing going on there, so I didn’t get many pictures. But I managed to take one of Lindsey giving a thorough background check (and interrogation) to my new friend Chris from Canada who was just in Seattle for the weekend. I appreciate her taking the time to complete the background check. A girlfriend's approval is like the gold standard of safety and security.
Please note that he is showing her his driver’s license, as is the typical protocol for any applicants into my “Canadian Neighbors to the North Junior Ambassadors Academy.” It’s my latest nonprofit endeavor, encouraging cultural exchange between twenty-somethings of our two fine nations.
The next morning I was very sleepy, but it was my office summer picnic, which was actually a BBQ and Mariner game (so much more fun that the idea of petting zoos and hay rides a Remlinger Farms like usual…). I took Lindsey, my platonic life-partner as my date. It was a great day for Baseball in Seattle.
Ahhhh, Safeco…
Lindsey and I looking very blue-eyed.
After the 7th inning, we went out and had drinks at Sluggers, where the giant beers and mystery drinks were a’flowing. A great way to kill a Sunny Sunday afternoon. All this put me into fine form this morning at work. So after a full day at work, all I really managed to accomplish was determining the difference between Diet Coke and the new “Coke Zero.”
If you’re interested, here’s an article that explains the phenomenon. But be careful, even READING it might give you brain cancer!!
http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/dining/drivethru/3235382
Saturday started with an unusually early trip to the gym for some swimming. “Unusually early” meaning 10AM. Apparently there is a water aerobics class every Saturday scheduled for 9:30AM. So I had to sit in the hot tub for 30 minutes and wait for the class to end until I could get in the pool for some laps. Then I had lunch with a couple of friends downtown, did some light shopping (as I was told that I didn’t have a high enough skank factor in my current wardrobe) and headed home for a quick power nap before hitting the town.
It was Lindsey’s roommate Amy’s birthday on Saturday, so the evening’s agenda was slightly more festive than an average Saturday night. First we went to Howl at the Moon, a dueling piano bar, and then to Cowgirl’s Inc, a Coyote Ugly themed bar that, despite being trashy by nature, has turned out to be incredibly fun each time I go there. I might add that since we were all part of a birthday party, we didn’t have to pay cover at either place, which just left more money in our pockets for liquid courage.
Here’s one of the pianos…
I had a bunch of birthday party favors that I bought a while ago with the intention of sending them all to a certain birthday boy earlier in the month. However, right as I was about to mail said decorations, we had…a bit of a falling out? So, I had all these dang birthday accoutrements that need a home. So I brought them for Amy. The dang noise makers were duds, making no noise at all (Dollar Store, I guess you get what you pay for?) but were still very fun to play with. And most of them shot straight down when blown. So I had to coach this poor thing along manually.
** okay, there was a photo here of me with the above referenced noise maker, and looking at it again, it is way too phalic for public posting.**
Here’s one of Tracey and Me. Apparently I forgot to eat dinner before heading out. (please note my gold bling)
Then we went to Cowgirls Inc. which was insanely crowded, yet very fun. There was lots of dancing going on there, so I didn’t get many pictures. But I managed to take one of Lindsey giving a thorough background check (and interrogation) to my new friend Chris from Canada who was just in Seattle for the weekend. I appreciate her taking the time to complete the background check. A girlfriend's approval is like the gold standard of safety and security.
Please note that he is showing her his driver’s license, as is the typical protocol for any applicants into my “Canadian Neighbors to the North Junior Ambassadors Academy.” It’s my latest nonprofit endeavor, encouraging cultural exchange between twenty-somethings of our two fine nations.
The next morning I was very sleepy, but it was my office summer picnic, which was actually a BBQ and Mariner game (so much more fun that the idea of petting zoos and hay rides a Remlinger Farms like usual…). I took Lindsey, my platonic life-partner as my date. It was a great day for Baseball in Seattle.
Ahhhh, Safeco…
Lindsey and I looking very blue-eyed.
After the 7th inning, we went out and had drinks at Sluggers, where the giant beers and mystery drinks were a’flowing. A great way to kill a Sunny Sunday afternoon. All this put me into fine form this morning at work. So after a full day at work, all I really managed to accomplish was determining the difference between Diet Coke and the new “Coke Zero.”
If you’re interested, here’s an article that explains the phenomenon. But be careful, even READING it might give you brain cancer!!
http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/dining/drivethru/3235382
Friday, July 15, 2005
She has 27 years
And still some mildly discomforting stomach ick. So I'm going to go to the doctor today to be sure that I'm not having an alien baby. Gosh, that would be a lot to deal with.
Yesterday was my birthday, I had an okay day I suppose. I have to say, I think the best part of the day was when I got home, I rushed to the store to get some cake mix and cupcake papers (those little cup thingys) so I could make cupcakes to bring to my kickball game. I was a bit conflicted about the idea of making my own birthday cupcakes, but decided that it was a perfectly fabulous idea, as cupcakes are delicious and being a summer baby, I never got a chance to bring cupcakes to school when I was little on my birthday.
"It's really human of you to listen to all my bullshit" -Samantha, Sixteen Candles...
The cupcakes, and our athletic prowess, lead our team, the ToeJammers to an undisputed victory. I think the score was something ridiculous like 9-1. I got 2 of those runs because I'm such a good kickballer.... I will have to take some photos to share next week. We are a quite a force. We actually did play pretty well and it was fun to win after last week's fiasco.
Anyway, in other news... I generally reserve comments regarding my personal life for off-blog discussion only, but I will make one blanket observation about meeting people, specifically, people of the male persuasion: When you meet "fun, life of the party guy" when you're out with friends, it's totally normal that you've both had a few drinks and are getting along quite well. After that, he's allowed to call maybe one night from a loud bar to see how you're doing. A yellow flag waves however, if the night in question is a Sunday night. The color of said flag gets closer to a deep orange/red if the next time he calls, he is on his WAY to a bar to meet a buddy for "one last drink". And its a Tuesday. And when you talk again on a Thursday, he's neither at or going to a bar, but has limited recollection of details of prior conversations. And wants to "get a drink later." I'm certainly no suffragette, and I can get down with the John Barleycorn if you know what I mean, but at the ripe old age of 27, I can safely say, "I just don't have the time or the energy for this shit."
I think I'm justified in adopting this position, but perhaps I just need to lighten up and get back in the swing of things?
Yesterday was my birthday, I had an okay day I suppose. I have to say, I think the best part of the day was when I got home, I rushed to the store to get some cake mix and cupcake papers (those little cup thingys) so I could make cupcakes to bring to my kickball game. I was a bit conflicted about the idea of making my own birthday cupcakes, but decided that it was a perfectly fabulous idea, as cupcakes are delicious and being a summer baby, I never got a chance to bring cupcakes to school when I was little on my birthday.
"It's really human of you to listen to all my bullshit" -Samantha, Sixteen Candles...
The cupcakes, and our athletic prowess, lead our team, the ToeJammers to an undisputed victory. I think the score was something ridiculous like 9-1. I got 2 of those runs because I'm such a good kickballer.... I will have to take some photos to share next week. We are a quite a force. We actually did play pretty well and it was fun to win after last week's fiasco.
Anyway, in other news... I generally reserve comments regarding my personal life for off-blog discussion only, but I will make one blanket observation about meeting people, specifically, people of the male persuasion: When you meet "fun, life of the party guy" when you're out with friends, it's totally normal that you've both had a few drinks and are getting along quite well. After that, he's allowed to call maybe one night from a loud bar to see how you're doing. A yellow flag waves however, if the night in question is a Sunday night. The color of said flag gets closer to a deep orange/red if the next time he calls, he is on his WAY to a bar to meet a buddy for "one last drink". And its a Tuesday. And when you talk again on a Thursday, he's neither at or going to a bar, but has limited recollection of details of prior conversations. And wants to "get a drink later." I'm certainly no suffragette, and I can get down with the John Barleycorn if you know what I mean, but at the ripe old age of 27, I can safely say, "I just don't have the time or the energy for this shit."
I think I'm justified in adopting this position, but perhaps I just need to lighten up and get back in the swing of things?
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The Human Gina sometimes gets sick
Like today. The inner voices in my head thought it was my alarm clock waking me up this morning at 3:30AM. I was wondering why it was happening earlier than usual. I still had a couple hours to sleep! But the crankiness I was experiencing from being woken up early was soon replaced with a nasty pain in my stomach. Felt like I had swallowed a sock, or a box of Kleenex and it was lodged in my small intestine. That was special.
I stayed home from work, initially thinking that I was nearly playing hookie, as the pain wasn't THAT bad and it would probably pass soon.
But its still hanging out and I don't like it one bit. Lying down doesn't work, standing up makes it worse. So I'm trying to sleep but its hard cause I'm not comfortable. I don't have things like Tums and Pepto on hand, and I certainly don't want to drive to the store to get some, so I tried a glass of water with 1/2 a teaspoon of baking soda in it, per the advice of Dad. Besides tasking pretty gross, the effects were not noticeable.
I just am bored, feeling bad, want to the world to feel sorry for me, and I want someone to talk to. Yet talking hurts. I'm in a pickle.
Current mood: grumpy
I stayed home from work, initially thinking that I was nearly playing hookie, as the pain wasn't THAT bad and it would probably pass soon.
But its still hanging out and I don't like it one bit. Lying down doesn't work, standing up makes it worse. So I'm trying to sleep but its hard cause I'm not comfortable. I don't have things like Tums and Pepto on hand, and I certainly don't want to drive to the store to get some, so I tried a glass of water with 1/2 a teaspoon of baking soda in it, per the advice of Dad. Besides tasking pretty gross, the effects were not noticeable.
I just am bored, feeling bad, want to the world to feel sorry for me, and I want someone to talk to. Yet talking hurts. I'm in a pickle.
Current mood: grumpy
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Me llamo Gina, soy una triathleta
Well this is just ridiculous. When you say that times are going to be posted “later tonight,” shouldn’t they at least be posted by the next day? Okay, fine- how about the day after that?!? Grrr….. I’m STILL waiting for my times to be posted for Sunday’s triathlon. I think I was at about 1 hour 30-35 minutes but I’m not sure. Didn’t wear a watch.
A lot of people finished ahead of me, and there were a lot of people still chugging along when I was crossing the finish line, so “middle of the pack” is a-okay with me. The swim was hectic, kind of weird, but everyone was having a hard time with it, so I felt slightly to the right of average. The first transition was dumb. I couldn’t find my bike and felt like I was wandering around forever trying to find it. Note to self: make mental note of location when racking bike next time… The bike leg was good. Didn’t do too well at pacing myself, cause getting passed was not something I was okay with. Couldn’t let some jock on a mountain bike pass me. I don’t care how big his calves were. Bike/run transition was also a little weird- disorienting. Started running and I thought I was going to die. Didn’t actually die, but really thought death was impending. Those feeling were soon replaced with thoughts of “why the hell did I pay money to do this?” but by then I was almost at the run turnaround signaling the half-way point of the run, so it was all good from there. Felt good to finish. I think my run times probably were really slow, but that’s what I was expecting. All of those jocks on mountain bikes were able to regain a lead on me in the run, but I’m okay with that. I beat them on the swim and on the bike.
But you know its bad news when you pull into the parking lot and there are several cars adorned with bumper stickers like “I Heart Running” and “Trail Runners’ Association.” I mean really folks, who the heck wants to run on trails for fun when its so much nicer to walk??? Some people are just crazy.
A lot of people finished ahead of me, and there were a lot of people still chugging along when I was crossing the finish line, so “middle of the pack” is a-okay with me. The swim was hectic, kind of weird, but everyone was having a hard time with it, so I felt slightly to the right of average. The first transition was dumb. I couldn’t find my bike and felt like I was wandering around forever trying to find it. Note to self: make mental note of location when racking bike next time… The bike leg was good. Didn’t do too well at pacing myself, cause getting passed was not something I was okay with. Couldn’t let some jock on a mountain bike pass me. I don’t care how big his calves were. Bike/run transition was also a little weird- disorienting. Started running and I thought I was going to die. Didn’t actually die, but really thought death was impending. Those feeling were soon replaced with thoughts of “why the hell did I pay money to do this?” but by then I was almost at the run turnaround signaling the half-way point of the run, so it was all good from there. Felt good to finish. I think my run times probably were really slow, but that’s what I was expecting. All of those jocks on mountain bikes were able to regain a lead on me in the run, but I’m okay with that. I beat them on the swim and on the bike.
But you know its bad news when you pull into the parking lot and there are several cars adorned with bumper stickers like “I Heart Running” and “Trail Runners’ Association.” I mean really folks, who the heck wants to run on trails for fun when its so much nicer to walk??? Some people are just crazy.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Oh Wah Tagoo Siam...
Oh Wah Tagoo Siam....
Oh wah, tagoo, siam. Say it again! Say it again!! Ahhh, sorry. That was just fun. Good times. Yes.
Its late, its Friday, I stayed home tonight because my goal was to get some flippin' sleep for one, but here I am. Awake. Hello.
I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon for Lake Chelan and my triathlon (which is Sunday morning)! Am I ready? Nah. Will I make it? Probably.
I'm going to ride my bike AND swim tomorrow. I swear to God. I'm going to do it. I was GOING to do one or the other this afternoon, but it was rainy, and everyone knows that you can't ride a bike or swim in the rain.
Speaking of swimming. It has come to my attention that a certain party(ies) is concerned that I am swimming without a wet suit in the greater northwest regions, as apparently there is a 15 minute window in which the human body can continue to live in cold water before all hope is lost and one becomes like those little brine shrimp fish food flakes. Perhaps I didn't clarify that it is just a lake, not the ocean. I'm a little crazy, but not totally insane. So to that certain party I say- Hi! Didn't know you were reading my blog....nervous thinking.... ah hell, nothing to hide here. But don't worry, I'm not going to get hypothermia.
The human Gina can survive in Lake Washington for at least 20 minutes. I know cause I did.
The human Gina also drank a surprisingly large volume of said Lake Washington when the waves kept splashing in her face and messing with her breathing pattern. Goddamned lake...
I like saying "The Human Gina." I might have to use this phrase more often when explaining any irrational or erratic behavior in which I engage. Por Ejemplo: "While the Human Gina is capable of expressing emotions of logic and rationality under most conditions, she is prone to short bursts of tears and mean crankiness when under both financial and emotional stress at the same time."
Alright kids, time for this gal to hit the sack (that means "go to bed" you sick-o's....) Please send vibes of endurance and speed on Sunday morning.
Oh wah, tagoo, siam. Say it again! Say it again!! Ahhh, sorry. That was just fun. Good times. Yes.
Its late, its Friday, I stayed home tonight because my goal was to get some flippin' sleep for one, but here I am. Awake. Hello.
I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon for Lake Chelan and my triathlon (which is Sunday morning)! Am I ready? Nah. Will I make it? Probably.
I'm going to ride my bike AND swim tomorrow. I swear to God. I'm going to do it. I was GOING to do one or the other this afternoon, but it was rainy, and everyone knows that you can't ride a bike or swim in the rain.
Speaking of swimming. It has come to my attention that a certain party(ies) is concerned that I am swimming without a wet suit in the greater northwest regions, as apparently there is a 15 minute window in which the human body can continue to live in cold water before all hope is lost and one becomes like those little brine shrimp fish food flakes. Perhaps I didn't clarify that it is just a lake, not the ocean. I'm a little crazy, but not totally insane. So to that certain party I say- Hi! Didn't know you were reading my blog....nervous thinking.... ah hell, nothing to hide here. But don't worry, I'm not going to get hypothermia.
The human Gina can survive in Lake Washington for at least 20 minutes. I know cause I did.
The human Gina also drank a surprisingly large volume of said Lake Washington when the waves kept splashing in her face and messing with her breathing pattern. Goddamned lake...
I like saying "The Human Gina." I might have to use this phrase more often when explaining any irrational or erratic behavior in which I engage. Por Ejemplo: "While the Human Gina is capable of expressing emotions of logic and rationality under most conditions, she is prone to short bursts of tears and mean crankiness when under both financial and emotional stress at the same time."
Alright kids, time for this gal to hit the sack (that means "go to bed" you sick-o's....) Please send vibes of endurance and speed on Sunday morning.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Chilly Willy.
Brrrrrr…… After 7 days at sea, and surrounded by a sea of deliciously prepared foods 24 hours a day, I head into the last week of “training” until my triathlon, which is on SUNDAY (Clash of thunder, clang of bells!!!). What sublime timing I have. Kind of in the “Damnit, I signed up and paid already, I have been talking about it for months, now I HAVE to do it!” stage. Here’s the only problem…. I have yet to do an open-water swim. I guess I just have been figuring all this time that it would be warmer by the time July came around.
Silly Gina. It doesn’t get warm in Seattle until August… But alas, the race waits for no man. Or woman as the case may be. So tonight, without wet suit or reservation, I am going swimming in Lake Washington. Lindsey is going with me, as I have agreed to run with her first in exchange for her swimming with me afterward. What a trooper she is!!
Wish us luck, and warmth …..
Silly Gina. It doesn’t get warm in Seattle until August… But alas, the race waits for no man. Or woman as the case may be. So tonight, without wet suit or reservation, I am going swimming in Lake Washington. Lindsey is going with me, as I have agreed to run with her first in exchange for her swimming with me afterward. What a trooper she is!!
Wish us luck, and warmth …..
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Two Compelling Arguments
That support my request to be given strong consideration by the Dutch Royal Family, to marry one of the two remaining single Nephews of the Queen:
#1 Respect for the Matriarch of the Royal Family
Please note, that even while on vacation, Gina pays tribute to Queen Beatrix by having her photograph taken with her likeness.
#2 She just looks "right" as a Dutch Girl.
But really, if you want the link to my ofoto album of pictures from the cruise, please let me know. Home again safe and sound. Seeking respite from family together time at the Sammamish Highlands Library. Where there is free wireless access, and no one telling me to hurry up. Ahhhhh....
#1 Respect for the Matriarch of the Royal Family
Please note, that even while on vacation, Gina pays tribute to Queen Beatrix by having her photograph taken with her likeness.#2 She just looks "right" as a Dutch Girl.
But really, if you want the link to my ofoto album of pictures from the cruise, please let me know. Home again safe and sound. Seeking respite from family together time at the Sammamish Highlands Library. Where there is free wireless access, and no one telling me to hurry up. Ahhhhh....
Friday, July 01, 2005
Its not that you're not worth 75 cents a minute...
Its just that well... that's too rich for this girl's blood. And that's the price for wireless access on the MS Amsterdam. Its slightly less to simply use their computers, but then I have to use writing time AND connected-to-the-internet-for-money at the same time and well, that's just a whole lot of moola that I could better direct toward the Blackjack tables of said MS Amsterdam.
So right now I'm at an internet kiosk in Ketchikan, AK doing a quick and reduced priced e-mail check (a fair $5/hour- that seems reasonable enough, and the connection is brisk!) Sadly, the world will have to wait for photos, as they are locked onto my laptop and will not be revealed until I have time to dicker about on the internet without looking at a time clock.
To date, I am about $20 "up" at blackjack, a far cry from my $120 profits as of yesterday morning. Last night I seem to have had a bit of a losing streak with the deck. You see, the dealer was cute. In a sultry, Romanian sort of way. Cripes. Like I really need another pin on my map...
Okay- Going to head back to the ship. Tonight is "formal" dress night again, and I plan to wear sequins. Yes I do. What are YOU gonna do about it huh???
So right now I'm at an internet kiosk in Ketchikan, AK doing a quick and reduced priced e-mail check (a fair $5/hour- that seems reasonable enough, and the connection is brisk!) Sadly, the world will have to wait for photos, as they are locked onto my laptop and will not be revealed until I have time to dicker about on the internet without looking at a time clock.
To date, I am about $20 "up" at blackjack, a far cry from my $120 profits as of yesterday morning. Last night I seem to have had a bit of a losing streak with the deck. You see, the dealer was cute. In a sultry, Romanian sort of way. Cripes. Like I really need another pin on my map...
Okay- Going to head back to the ship. Tonight is "formal" dress night again, and I plan to wear sequins. Yes I do. What are YOU gonna do about it huh???
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