7.28.2006

i'm back! but not for long....

Survey Survey Survey

I am fortunate to have a survey to steal from Kim so that I have something to post after so long...

1.Where did you take your default pic? In front of the Belaggio (sp?) on my fabulous `04 trip to Vegas.
2.What exactly are you wearing right now? My khaki shorts and Chris's Florida shirt.
3.What is your current problem? I'm so tired.
4.What makes you most happy? Running and working out, sleep and hugs. And other stuff.
5.What's the name of the song that you're listening to? No music--I'm in the library. SHHHH!!!!
6.Any celeb you would marry? It'd be a tough act to follow Cheryl Crow, but hey--I think I could stand marrying Lance Armstrong.
7.Name someone with the same birthday as you? exactly--childhood friend Ben Smith. not exactly--chris. oh and steve handy. weird.
8.Ever sang in front of a large audience? Several times. I wasn't even booed off the stage!
9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? I've been compared to Jodie Foster, but I can't see it.
10.Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows? I think today's "kiddy" movies are more sophisticated than "kiddy" movies. So of course I do.
11.Do you speak any other languages? I know snippets of Spanish, French and Russian.
12.Has anyone you've been really close with passed away? Grandma Hixson and, sadly quite recently, Grandpa Beatty
13.Do you ever watch MTV? Um... no.
14.What's something that really annoys you? Hearing other people's TV/stereo/etc. through my walls loud enough for me to repeat the words verbatim.

Chapter 1:
1.Middle name: Cates
2.Nickname(s): JoJo, Jo, Joey, Toots, Gimp
3. Location: Library
4.Eye color: *Oceany* Blue

Chapter 2:
1.Do you live with your parents: No! That's what the Kyle Boller Replacement Party is all about!!!
2.Do/Did you get along with your parent(s): Yes. We have our moments, but we're a tight knit bunch.
3.Are your parents married/separated/divorced: married for almost 37 years. They're old. :)
4.Do you have any Siblings?: Older brother (almost 30)

Chapter 3:
1. Ice Cream: tin roof sundae
2.Season: spring/fall
3.Shampoo/conditioner: some overpriced salon brand that works so much absolute magic that i don't mind paying $11 per bottle

Chapter 4: Do You..
1. Dance in the shower? No, but I do dance naked around my apartment.
2.Write on your hand: If I absoLUTEly have to remember something, yes.
3.Call people back: Not my favorite thing to do if it's a business call.
4.Believe in love: I hadn't been in it in years, but yes, it's definitely real.
5.Sleep on a certain side of the bed: just me--next to the vanity (closest to the door); not just me--furthest from the door.
6. Any bad habits: Laziness.

Chapter 5: Have You...
1.Broken a bone: Yes--I had a hairline fracture in my ankle in Feb `05, thanks to the snow-covered pothole.
2.Sprained stuff: Really? If you knew me, you wouldn't have to asked. Of course I've sprained everything.
3.Had physical therapy?: Yes. If it hadn't been for Sports Medicine at UMBC, I'd resemble a bucket of bolts more than the goddess of sports and wisdom that I am today. HA!
4.Gotten stitches: Yes, when I had to have a tooth surgically removed.
5.Taken painkillers: YES. Don't remember what it was, but apparently, I made a lot of phone calls that I don't remember. Sorry, Chris. :)
6.Gone SCUBA diving or snorkeling: Snorkeling in Puerto Rico--one of the most amazing things I've ever done in my life. I'll have to wait until I actually have $$$ to go scuba diving!
7.Been stung by a bee: Yes. If it weren't for honey, I'd destroy them all. Bastards.
8. Thrown up at the Dentist? No.
9.Sworn in front of your parents: Yeah. Remarkably, sometimes they still think of me as their sweet little girl. I really have them fooled. Jk.
10.Had detention: No.
11.Been sent to the principal's office: Yes, but only to be told that I was being torn asunder from my dearly held circle of friends and transferred to the classroom across the commons area--the "honors" class. Stupid first grade cursed me for life.
12.Been called an idiot: yeah, but these days, people don't even need to say anything. All they have to do is look and laugh. And then I punch them.

7.01.2006

stoop, lift, move, drop, run, puke

essentially, that was my past 24 hours. i'm 80% moved into my new apartment, with various and sundry miscellany to pack and cart over and my new big girl bed (long story) still waiting to come from pennsylvania. on thursday, i did a LOT of packing and moving by myself. and then i ran with kim. not too bad. running with kim is always good, and even though i was dog tired, it felt really good. day 1 down. yesterday, my parents came down, and we dismantled the little girl bed that my brother is taking for clara in their new house. we also packed a buttload more of stuff into their minivan, on top of the bed and mattresses, and into my car. luckily, by virtue of the bed going up to PA, we (meaning I) didn't have to haul that thing out of the van.

but, there was still some hauling. then i drive down to cpark to pick up chris, come back to baltimore and pack some more. but this time, i pick up a van from Enterprise. we pick you up, my ass... anyway, the whole point of the van was to accomodate the smaller amount of shit and pay about half as much as i would for even the littlest truck. so chris and i haul my big pieces and some other crap into the van (although he'll tell you he did most of the work--don't believe him). by the time we're heading over to my new place, we're damn hungry, so we stop at a Friday's. Big Mistake.

at this point, we don't care what we put in our mouths, and we both order burgers. me, i've been able to handle burgers lately, although i don't eat them often at all. but, this was not to be. anyway, same night, we put some of my crap in the apartment and basically hit the wall, unable to follow through on our ambition to go back and get load #2. so at midnight, i'm contemplating if i *really* want to run the dreaded dru hills--that meant i'd have to get up at 5:50AM to get ready and head over to the park. but then, i think that it's a major pride issue to say, "i've conquered the dru hills," and the shirt that the women get is always a collectors item. so i say, "i'll set my phone's alarm, and see how i feel when i wake up."

of course i couldn't sleep at ALL. that's what happens when a little baby twin air mattress just can't cut it. not that i don't appreciate it, but it's just not a real bed, and after two draining days, its best efforts couldn't do it. but i get up, and i have this obscene burst of energy and perkiness and am bouncing at the door. meanwhile chris is practically snarling at me for dragging his ass along because of car/van-pooling logistics. anyway, i get to dru hill park, i'm pumped, i run this bastard 10K very intelligently, i feel really good and am not even winded after i sprint to the finish, and chris and i go get the van and my car and head back to the apt.

it wasn't on the smooth highways that i started to feel pukey--oh no. it was on the bumps and potholes of reisterstown road. i felt Every Single One. this beautifully delicious cheeseburger from last night started to show its mr. jekyl head, and upon reaching the apartment, i had to sprint inside so as not to puke everywhere in the parking lot. ewwwwwwwww. problem: there was still heavy stuff in the van to move in. i was able to help here and there, but i spent most of my time illin' while chris was bringing the rest of the furniture in. i still feel guilty for that. but shhh. don't tell him.

so, i've been feeling like junk all afternoon and evening, but it's getting better. my guy takes really good care of me, and there are too many high points to be upset about the pukey burger, the rest of which i'm going to eat once i get back to my place.



the dru hills must have done some weird stuff to my head...