Beware the Wasp Killer...

Over the last few days I've noticed a slight buzzing sound near my windows. At first I thought maybe the wind from the open window was rattling the blinds, but tonight I determined the true culprit -- a cunning wasp that had somehow made its way into my tranquil abode. My dad is wickedly allergic to wasps, and although I don't share his allergy I share his disdain (ain't genetics grand?) The wasp made himself comfortable on top of my expensive (looking) picture in the living room. I slunk off to the closet to get a shoe, but when I returned he decided to take things up a level. Literally. He chose to hang out in the skylight about twenty feet above. Using a kitchen chair, some goggles, a bottle of Raid, and my killer instinct, Mr. Wasp and I went to battle. I'll let you guess who won.

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The Power of Yet

Last week I attended a meeting where the presenter discussed the power of "yet"-- how someone can re-frame his/her thinking so as to have a growth mindset. For instance, instead of saying "I can't run a marathon," I should tell myself, "I can't run a marathon...yet." To be fair, I feel there's a fine line between self-confidence and false confidence; no matter how strongly I believe in myself, I'm not sure any amount of positive thinking will turn me into an Olympic gold medalist. However, my thoughts on the theory were tested just a few short hours later... I discovered that someone was making disparaging jokes at my expense about my weight. It's no secret that I have a love-hate relationship with my body; anyone who follows me on social media has seen my #runburstinrun journey. And it is indeed a journey -- I feel like I barely remember where I began, and there is no ending in sight. The source of the jokes claimed no harm was ...

Redman Race Report

This is it -- the official rundown of my triathlon experience! I know many of you (well, at least my parents) have been anxiously awaiting this post, so here it goes. My Nationals experience actually started a day before I left for OKC when I arrived home to discover my beloved bike had been stolen (chain and all). This was probably one of the least articulate moments of my life; most of the phone call to my father consisted of four-letter words. My next flurry of phone calls went out to my lovely friends and coworkers, who made sure that I would have a bike to take to OKC. I also put out the SOS to the rest of the racers in Oklahoma and was assured that a bike would be waiting for me there. Saturday was a really inspiring day. I got to watch several races, including an Ironman distance race. I saw people overcome pain and fatigue to accomplish something truly amazing. As the sun set over Lake Hefner I had a moment of fear and panic and exci...

Random Musings

1. Last Friday night I was driving home from my parents' house when I saw two gentlemen on the corner. One was wearing a jumpsuit and the other was dressed as (I swear) Captain Hook. They appeared to be brushing up on their creeper skills. Well played, boys. Well played. 2. I've been watching a lot of "Storage Wars" lately. Who puts glass eyeballs in a storage locker? Why are plastic chairs worthy of storage? If someone can afford to purchase and store randomly valuable items, why can't they afford to pay the storage fees? And why do so many people store money in storage lockers? Haven't they ever heard of a bank? 3. My father used the work "Grok" in Words with Friends. He claims it means "to understand." Later when I was telling him about my bad day he told me he totally grokked (groked?). Thanks for the support, Dad. 4. - 6. I'm sure I've mused about some more stuff here, I'm just to...

My Dogs are Mooing

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