Monday, August 28, 2006

Weekend Stuff

- I had a moment I never thought I'd have: My first (and likely last) Sex and the City moment. I was never a regular fan of the show but I do remember a few episodes.

When I first bought my house, I knew the woman that lived here before me lived alone. She was quite old and, according to the neighbors, was very spry and active until her last days. However, the neighbors also told me that she was never married. Though I can't say it's something that freaked me out, I remember this fact once in a while and think gee, I wonder if it's not me, it's the house? Yes, I know how that sounds.

Anyway, my SATC moment came on Saturday morning. It was pouring rain and I decided I'd get adventurous and make blueberry muffins, from scratch. I washed the blueberries and ate a few. Then I choked on a blueberry. For about eleven seconds, I thought I was going to have to throw myself over the back of a chair to keep from dying. I didn't have to do that, but I did think of the episode where Miranda buys her apartment and moves in alone and then proceeds to choke on something with no one there to save her. Hmm.

- I installed baseboard/molding in my bathroom. Only because three years is the respectful amount of time to wait after installing the floor to install molding. I am Miss Fix-It, I know these things.

- My best friend won't be visiting this week after all. No matter, I actually already had plans to visit her over Labor Day weekend anyway. We're good like that. And no, I never did manage to lose the eight pounds or grow four inches taller like I'd wanted to. Something tells me we'll have fun anyway.

- 60 Minutes was the best thing I watched all weekend (okay, pretty much the only thing) and it rocked. Surprised? Go check out Byron Pitts' interview with the mayor of New Orleans. Some serious topics were breached here regarding recovery efforts and racism. Also, take a look and listen at Lesley Stahl's story on The Science of Sexual Orientation.

Maybe we don't always know what we think we do, is all I'm saying.

- I took a very, very long bike ride on Sunday. My legs still hurt, it was tiring and I've come to the conclusion that they're never going to make bike shorts that completely allow you to forget you're on the seat of a bicycle. They're just not.

What's worse, no matter how long you've been riding clipless, those dang pedals will still find ways to surprise you. A little hill + a sharp corner + being physically attached to your bike at the feet = FRIGHTENING MOMENT IN ONCOMING TRAFFIC. I'd quit it completely if it weren't so much fun.

- And finally, I'll admit it. I'm one of those organic foods snobs. Most of the time, anyway. So, I was all proud of my salad making skills on Sunday until I was joined by this little friend:

He was dead when he fell out, but that didn't make it any better. Even when you think you are, you're never really alone.


Runner Girl FL said...

Yum!! He just adds a little protien. It's all good.

Blueberry muffins from scratch!! I wouldn't even know where to start after the pile of blueberries. Of course if I just ate the fresh blueberries on a rainy morning I would be happy.

JustRun said...

It was an attempt, that's for sure. Not perfection but after not choking to death, I consider anything a success. :-)
By the way, your blog isn't taking my comments, any idea why?

Runner Girl FL said...

No idea....I just changed to that new bloger thing I'll have to try it. Hmmmm....

Sizzle said...

ah the joys of organic produce. :)

how did the muffins turn out?

justacoolcat said...

Sounds like a great weekend, despite the choking and the salad protein.

justrun said...

Sizzle- The muffins were good and looked decent, too.

JACC- And the almost falling off the bike... don't forget that.

Dawn said...

My fav SATC moment was when Carrie and Aiden got back together (again). They were at a fountain and she told him that she wasn't sure about getting married.

He became one of my fav actors then, because the pain that registered on his face was so real. Broke my heart.

Anyhoo, I've always wondered how long it would take my family to realize I was dead if I croaked. A few days I think. :/