Thursday, June 26, 2008

I’m a girl!!! What do you expect!?

Confession time – don’t judge me too harshly or stop reading my blog because of what I am about to reveal. Please remain my loyal readers, friends and confidants. Here goes: I am a huge fan of the bachelor/bachelorette. I know. Shutter. Reality TV at its worst. But I have to admit, I rarely if ever miss an episode. OK so that is mostly true now because of DVR and couldn’t have been said before the “hotter than crap Brad” season (to quote www.ihategreenbeans.com) but even when I didn’t have DVR I didn’t miss many episodes of the seasons I committed myself to. There have been a number of seasons that I haven’t watched but I’ve watched more than I care to admit. I personally was pretty smitten by Graham this season and was very disappointed today when I discovered he was the one not chosen last Monday. (Swoon) I love the idea of romance without limits and falling in love in a short amount of time. As you all know, I give my heart way too fast, so I can understand the phenomenon of falling in love within the short few months/weeks they actually know each other on the show. I know, I know, the success rate isn’t high but a girl can dream.

I got to thinking today about the romance part of the show and what it would be like to actually have that in my life. It has been a while since I have been on a romantic date. In fact, Carney and I never had anything close to romance – probably the closest we came was our fishing trip which was fun and funny and enjoyable but really not “romantic” in the way that I think of it – or that the ABC intern thinks of it either. Mr. Airplane was a big time romantic so I guess romance in my life goes back to him. Shoot, that was over two years ago now, other than our short time together last winter which was frankly full more of angst than romance.

I was reflecting today on what romance could look like when money is a factor, you have life getting in the way and don’t have anyone getting paid to do the planning. The dates the Bachelor and Bachelorette get to go on are out of this world and would be amazing to experience but I’m pretty sure I have no expectation of a helicopter ride or a private concert by Natasha Bedingfield anytime soon. Not that I would turn any of that down mind you – just in case my Mr. Forever stumbles upon my blog. (Please note the change from Mr. Right to Mr. Forever. I’ve decided that is actually what I am looking for. It’s sort of like saying I am looking for Mr. Just Right For Me – but with less words. haha)

As I watched one of the episodes today it struck me that one of the most romantic parts of this particular date was the fact that both the current bachelorette (DeAnna) and the man she was with at the time (Jeremy) took the time to sit and talk to each other. They held hands and shared parts of their lives that were difficult to share. Compared to the staged or planned romance I found this part of the episode to actually be filled with tenderness and romantic moments. There was no helicopter, no exotic waterfalls, no quartet and certainly no out of this world financial obligation. Yet despite that I was greatly moved.

Maybe this goes back to my love languages. I don’t care who you are, where you are in your relationship life – married, single, looking to be married, looking to remain single – you should ALL read The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman. I learned a lot about myself and how I react to people whether it be in a romantic relationship, a friendship or even with my family. The “five languages” are gifts, physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time and acts of service. Chapman basically asserts that one feels loved by certain “acts” and the language or languages you “speak” effect whether or not you are feeling loved. I have two primary languages – quality time and physical touch. I guess in that you can see why I saw the romance in Jeremy and DeAnna sitting on the couch, holding hands and sharing about their lives.

I was introduced recently to a guy who owns a boat. I was thinking today about how being on a boat is a romantic activity – maybe not at 6:00 am pulling a skier which is what he “threatened” me with but being on a boat tends to be automatically romantic for some reason. I guess that requires money but still something about just being on or around the water does that. Again, I think part of the reason is you slow down and take the time to be together. Maybe that’s actually what romance is all about.

I would LOVE to hear some of your most romantic moments. Maybe my Mr. Forever is reading this and he can get some pointers! And hey! Happy 4th of July! Remember the romance of fireworks and hold the one you love’s hand as you sit still together and oooooh and ahhhhh.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Biggest Pet Peeve EVER

I just found this blog entry (see below) and realized I never posted it. Better late than never I suppose. It still is a pet peeve. That won't change:

If you ask me out on a date don't ask me where to go or what to do. YOU ASKED ME! I shouldn't have to be the one to make the plans. Be a man.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Top 9 Things I’ve learned at the Gym

1) Talking to strangers in the hot tub never turns out well.

2) If you put the heel of your shoe through the hole in the nonslip flooring and almost kill yourself one time it will probably have the same effect the next time and the time after that.

3) If you are 50+ and your boobs are perkier than mine you aren’t fooling anyone.

4) When in the pool the clothes really are an indication of how fast you will be. Unlike on the treadmill where anyone can look the part, someone with the confidence to wear a tiny Speedo will likely be fast.

5) The louder you are the less weight you are actually lifting.

6) Laughing at the guy next to you isn’t the best way to make friends - although it is a great way to make friends with the guy next to you's friends.

7) The floor will be slippery under you when you get off a bike at the end of a spinning class if there were beads of sweat dripping off your nose at any point during the class.

8) You can still be heard when singing along with your IPod on the treadmill/bike even if you can hardly hear yourself.

9) Always make sure the treadmill is off before stepping onto it.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Loreen Miller 2008

Last year Jessy and I rode the Loreen Miller Half Century bike ride in such heat that Jessy didn’t know if she was going to survive. This year I got off my bike after only going 25 miles, soaking wet and cold. Thankfully Keith had an extra pair of socks. I knew I loved that kid for a reason.

Adrienne and I headed over the mountains on Friday evening with Aunt Jan in tow. It was a fun ride over with nice weather and great company. We made good time too so I was happy. I’ve made that trip enough times now that “good time” is a serious concern for me. Let’s be honest – I compete with myself. My parents got a new Newfoundland puppy – Maddie – and she greeted us with licks and jumps. I want a puppy SO badly so I took full advantage of Maddie. I even got up at 5am on Saturday morning just so I could play with her for a while before everyone else got up. For those of you who know me at all you know that is HUGE. She is a doll and Adrienne and I wanted to steal her. Unfortunately, there wasn’t room for her in the car on the way home.

Saturday morning proved to be beautiful and a perfect opportunity to watch my nephew Keith play baseball. That kid is seriously amazing. Steve and I are already talking agents and I don’t even think I’m all that biased. I’m pretty certain that on top of being the best player on the team he is easily the nicest kid on the diamond (probably the smartest too). Kelly showed us some of her great cheerleading skills and continues to be about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. This picture is evidence of that (she's the one in white):



Saturday afternoon Evan met up with us at my parent’s house where we played Frisbee, went on a walk, taught Evan how to play croquette (Adrienne is super good at that game by the way – you are officially warned) and just spent time enjoying the nice weather. We have been pretty wet and cold in Seattle so far this year so soaking up some sun was extremely nice.

Sunday morning we woke up to rain. Rain. Ick. I hate riding in the rain. Hate it. Strongly hate. We had come all the way there with the purpose of riding the ride and so we went up to the high school where it starts and decided by hook or crook we were going to at least attempt it. Adrienne is just starting to get into cycling thanks to some influences in her life and I really wanted her to have a chance to try it out so I was glad the weather was pleasant enough to at least head out on the road. She, my mom, Jessy and Keith decided to do twelve miles. The weather stayed warm enough that the rain wasn’t too much of a bother and I think we officially got cycling in Adrienne’s blood. SWEET.



Dad, Evan and I decided to go beyond the twelve miles and do at least half the course. There is a good climb on the front half of the course but even more important there is a great downhill. Downhills are not quite as much fun in the rain because you have to be a little careful but I still managed to get into the high 30s or was it low 40s. I can’t remember. I just know at one point I passed my dad and I said to him “well, that was slightly terrifying on a wet road”. It is one of very few downhills you will ever ride that makes the climb up worthwhile.



Despite the rain – and my wet socks at the bottom of the hill – I really enjoyed the ride. I had some time to chat with my Dad which is always wonderful. We reminisced about his ride from Seattle to Spokane when he was 40 and how easy biking was for him at that time because of all of his training. I love riding with Evan and relish any excuse to do so even in the rain. So the company was good (maybe great even, maybe ha) and frankly, I just love being on my bike. If I lived in a climate that “allowed” it I would ride every day. I remember during my time in MN when I first really started getting into biking. I had this ugly gold bike that I think was even a 10 speed or something ridiculous. When I first got to MN I was lost. I had come from a summer living in the mountains and working at camp and I was thrown into the “big” city where it was loud and I didn’t know anything or anyone. I remember at one point emailing a friend from camp and telling him I wasn’t going to make it. He emailed me and reminded me that I was always happy on my bike up at camp and that I should try that tactic again. He said “Kristin, stop feeling bad for yourself, get on your bike and go explore. Find parts of your new home you can love.” So I did. That first day of “bike exploration” I found Como Park. It became “my” spot. It had a nice lake, free zoo (with an Orangutan I made “friends” with) and large expanses of lawn. I was a regular there. I would ride there on my bike on nice days and drive there to sit in the coffee shop and look at the lake on cold, snowy or rainy days or when finals forced me to remain inside. From that first ride around the Twin Cities I was hooked, biking was in my blood. I actually owe Scott a huge thank you for that. I’m not sure he even really knew how much he helped.

So anyway, back to Loreen Miller. Evan, Dad and I finished the 25 miles and while I think we all felt we could go further, Evan’s chain was holding on by a thread and frankly we were all very wet so we went in. It was a wonderful ride despite the rain. I loved that Keith was there on a Specialized bike since I am admittedly a Specialized snob. He did great which doesn’t surprise me. I can’t wait to ride more with him now.
The sun came out once we got home but I believe things happen as they do for a reason so I figure that was what God had in store for us for the day. We had nice weather for the drive home and all in all a wonderful weekend.

If only I hadn’t ended it by driving my car into the garage with my bike and bike rack on top. Ah, well, I’m off to the auto body shop for an estimate.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Music

I have the tendency to get "stuck" on songs or particular music. Since the end of March I have listened to at least one Colbie Caillat song at least once a day. I've been that way since I was a kid. I would listen to a song on repeat until I got it out of my system. It's probably how Jessy and I memorized the whole two sided tape of the story of ET. Colbie is still holding strong but I've now changed some of my fixation to Sara Bareilles. Most of you probably have heard her song Love Song. It's a good song but it doesn't really hold a candle in my book to two other songs on her CD. Yesterday I had a coffee meeting and a doctors appointment so I had some driving to do and I put in her CD and listened time and again to Many the Miles and One Sweet Love. Check out the whole CD but make sure to pay special attention to those two. I really like them for different reasons. Many the Miles is upbeat and hopeful and I identify strongly with the lyrics of One Sweet Love. If I was really good at this blogging thing I would figure out how to actually put the songs here for you to listen to but for now the lyrics of One Sweet Love will have to do. (Oh and PS - Gravity is pretty powerful as well)

One Sweet Love
Just about the time the shadows call
I undress my mind and dare you to follow
Paint a portrait of my mystery
Only close my eyes and you are here with me
A nameless face to think I see
To sit and watch the waves with me till they're gone
A heart I'd swear I'd recognize is made out of
My own devices....
Could I be wrong?

[CHORUS]
The time that I've taken
I pray is not wasted
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?

Sleepless nights you creep inside of me
Paint your shadows on the breath that we share
You take more than just my sanity
You take my reason not to care.
No ordinary wings I'll need
The sky itself will carry me back to you
The things I dream that I can do I'll open up
The moon for you
Just come down soon

[CHORUS]
The time that I've taken
I pray is not wasted
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?
Ready and waiting for a heart worth the breaking
But I'd settle for an honest mistake in the name of
One sweet love.

Savor the sorrow to soften the pain sip on
The southern rain
As I do, I don't look don't touch don't do anything
But hope that there is a you.

The earth that is the space between,
I'd banish it from under me...to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary's
Suicide...oh I wish I knew

[CHORUS]
The time that I've taken
I pray is not wasted
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?
Ready and waiting for a heart worth the breaking
But I'd settle for an honest mistake in the name of
One sweet love.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Ski to Sea 2008

About a year ago SLF asked me if I wanted to get a team together for Ski to Sea in Bellingham. This event is well attended and very competitive – a fact I did not know until we signed up. I am always up for trying new things so of course I told him I would participate and help in any way I could.

Ski to Sea is a multisport relay race from the “top” of Mt Baker to the “sea” in Bellingham Bay. It is something like 140 miles. It starts with a four mile cross country ski, then a climb up a hill and downhill ski down, then an eight mile downhill run, a 27 mile rolling road bike course, 18 mile canoe, an eight mile mountain bike to the final kayak course. SLF got all of the legs covered except the canoe leg and the cross country ski so I called Kristen in MN and asked her if she wanted to participate and talked Sam (easily mind you) into using the canoe he built to paddle with me for the canoe leg.



Sam and Kim had the great idea of camping up in Bellingham for the weekend. It was Memorial Day weekend so we all had Monday off. I reserved a spot at Larrabee State Park (I learned yesterday Larrabee is the first state park in Washington – thanks Adrienne) and the four of us and Mack went up and camped Saturday night to Monday. I don’t know if it was because it was the first camping trip of the year, the wonderful weather, the very nice campsite (especially for a state park), the company or what but I couldn’t have had more fun.

The weather had turned hot a few weeks before and the race organizers were very concerned about the river. We were told well in advance that there was a chance the canoe leg would be canceled. I took Kristen, who had a stress fracture in her foot mind you, to meet SLF and they went up the mountain. Meanwhile, Sam, Kim, Mack and I took the canoe to a nice little park in Everson. While we were waiting for the prerace meeting we ran into Will Schmautz a friend of mine from college who was there with a team. Some of his team members were also guys I knew from college. It was so great to see him and catch up a little. His team was decent. They got 7th. ha Not surprising. Eventually, the race organizers decided the river was too high and cancelled the canoe leg of the race. Sam and I were very disappointed but it was better to do that than to drown in the Nooksack. I mean seriously, if I am going to die in a river I would rather have it have a better name than Nooksack. We did still get to participate however. Sam laced up his running shoes and took the timing chip from our road biker and ran it 20 feet over the timing mat. He didn’t even fall like a lot of people so we definitely were invaluable members of our team.



Kristen did great – broken foot and all - and our team did ok. We finished ahead of over 100 teams and seeing as SLF didn’t have a very strong leg I would say the rest of our team rocked.

Sunday afternoon we went and walked around the beach by Larrabee and we thoroughly wore Mack out as you can see from this picture:

We saw lots of Sea Stars and enjoyed getting to be on the water. On Monday we woke up to wet weather so we packed up a camp a little more quickly than we probably would have and headed home. Kristen and I ended up napping and doing laundry and just spending time together. Her visit made me very excited for my week in MN/WI the end of June.

Next year, Sam and I have decided we want to put a team of our crew together. Claim your portion of the race soon!