A Yeti, a Runner, and my parents go into a bar. . .
There is a moment when you come back from college or just in general when you aren’t living with your folks anymore that you realize your parents are two distinct individuals, not just your parents. It is in this moment that you also realize that your parents are also completely batsh*t crazy. I had one of these moments after hours in the back of a Nissan Maxima feeling like I was talking with sock puppets on my hands. Take this conversation overheard between my parents as we drove back from Whistler. The route we take is outside of Vancouver and through some nasty bog/farm area (just so you have some background, I know you care).
Dad: Look blueberry plants
Mom: Are they setting them on fire?
(there was a small fire going near the field)
Dad: No I think they are trying to keep the plants warm so they aren’t destroyed by the cold weather
Mom: Maybe they are burning a body
Dad: What?! They aren’t burning a body they are just keeping the field warm
Mom: Yeah but they could be like that pig farmer guy**
Dad: They aren’t burning a body. And anyways the pig farmer fed his victims to his pigs, he didn’t burn them”
Mom: It would be more interesting with a body
I think we watched too many re-runs of CSI over Thanksgiving
On Sunday I got up nice and early for my half marathon. . .and it was snowing. If it snows in Seattle all hell breaks loose. Its rare that we get any snow in November let alone snow that actually sticks. At 7:10 I rolled into Seattle ready to park in my normal weekday parking spot which of course I couldn’t park in because the cops had shut down the streets. THANKS SEATTLE MARATHON INFORMATION BOOTH! So I paid for parking near my building and hurried to the start line. My time isn’t particularly impressive and is a full 20-30 minutes from my goal time but I learned some good tips that I’ll be using for my next run. Because apparently I enjoy paying to run and for some crazy reason can’t wait to run another half marathon. Not a full marathon mind you, because I’m lazy like that.
Things I learned:
- Trash bags are your friend. Jackets that are for running but lack waterproofing abilities are not your friend, especially when you live in Seattle
Gels taste like ass 99% of the time.
I need to do more hill training
My Ipod does not like snow and rain.
Things I did well or am happy about:
My gloves rocked
My insoles were a savior
My new socks are perfection
I finished the damn half marathon
Kerry finished her full marathon in under 5 hours. Pretty damn impressive to me! I was at the finish line waiting for her but I knew she was coming when I could hear her family screaming 70 yards from me. I also saw quite a bit of nipple bleeding from the men. So gross, and I assume that has to hurt like a b*tch. Nipple Bleeding = not attractive In totally non-Whistler/marathon/me being obnoxious news I have two different company parties to attend this year. And I will be going as Sassy McSingleton to both. Apparently when one becomes single they become alcoholic marathon runners who like to partake in hot yoga just for the hell of it and then later attend company functions without companionship. Perhaps I should post an advertisement on Craiglist, perhaps in the “Casual Encounters”*** section for a date for the company party. You know because that won’t be weird at all. . .
Coworker: So how did you meet this guy
Me: Oh I saw a picture of him on Craigslist where he was searching for some “no strings attached sex” and he wants to be “dominated.”
Me: Don’t worry, I brought my taser.
And anyways, at this point we all know I have a better chance of being mauled by a yeti than dating right now. Because I need to learn to love myself first or some such psycholoigical BS. I LIKE MYSELF I LIKE MYSELF 🙂
** The pig farmer thing is about this serial killer from Vancouver BC. He was a pig farmer. He also liked to kill prostitutes. He also liked to destroy the evidence by feeding the remains to his pigs. ***I am not meeting men or anything else off the Craigslist Casual Encounters site. If I get to this point please just put me out of my misery.