Other Oceans: February 2011

3:51 PM

I was blog stalking, as usual, when I came upon a friend's blog who I love to read. The blog is personal, fun and very relatable. The whole post was about running. Now, I am not a runner. Nope. Not even close. Sure, I danced ballet, jazz, tap, and modern. Yes, I do yoga and pilates. I even consciously choose to take the stairs instead of the elevator when I can, but I am no runner.

See, I have this theory about runners. Most women that I know who run are moms. Moms whose schedules are crazy busy. Moms whose lives could use a break. Hence the running. Not that the moms are necessarily running away from their kids, but they are finally able to get out on their own and accomplish something for themselves. (And get sexy in the process!) So I thought to myself, "Maybe I'll start running after I have kids." Procrastinators unite.

This brings me back to the blog. So my friend is thinking of not only running the entire Disney Marathon, but the half as well! Seriously?! And she doesn't have kids. Wait, what now?! Yep. And she sounds totally confident and actually wants to do this. They are also doing it for a great cause. Dang you freaking charities.

So my questions is...should I be a ~~procrastinator~~ runner?

1:37 PM

Just over 3 years ago Cupid hit me with his arrow and I've never looked back.

I remember being in Middle/High School and Valentine's Day being such a big deal. We had what were called Candy Grams, that you could purchase for 50 cents a piece. You got a large Jolly Rancher attached to a red paper with a message telling you who it was from. If you were lucky you would get multiple Candy Grams from plenty of guys. And if you were even luckier, and already had a boyfriend, you would be getting Candy Grams and perhaps a stuffed animal or balloon or even flowers for you to carry around all day so people knew someone cared about you.

I was what you would call a serial dater in High School. I dated lots of guys and about 90% of the time I was dating someone on Valentine's Day so I was loaded to the brim with candies and stuffed animals and whatever else those crazy hormone-filled boys could think of giving me. Don't get me wrong, I always loved getting gifts, but I can't remember many details about most of my past Valentine's Days. One Valentine's in particular I do remember and it didn't involve stupid stuffed animals or anything that would give me cavities.

I attended early morning seminary all throughout high school. For those of you who don't know what that is, I went and studied the scriptures with other kids my age for about an hour every day before school. Seminary started at 6 am so we were up early. On that particular Valentine's Day after Seminary I got to my locker and there was a note inside. The note was from Ryan. He had gone all secret ops on me and gotten to the school, found my locker and placed the note in there in time for Valentine's Day before Seminary. Now, this wouldn't be impressive unless you knew that we didn't attend the same high school. His school was on the other side of town so this was well thought out. I wish I could say that I had kept and framed that note. I read the whole thing, which told me that he liked me and some other really sweet sentiments. I was stunned. Ryan had never been so bold with me and I was not prepared for such a letter. I was used to the candies and balloons and crap that filled that day with things that made everyone aware of how much I was loved. Ryan's note was sweet and simple, honest and genuine and most importantly private and I will never forget how it made me feel.

I was too immature to realize what a good thing I had going then, but Ryan was patient with me. Even though that letter didn't turn up the heat in our relationship then, it makes me absolutely melt now. Sometimes expressing your feelings to the one you love is just as good, if not better, than candy.

3:17 PM

Throughout my office we have a few little bowls sitting in random places filled with the Lifesavers mints. We care about our patient's breath, but apparently not about their teeth. We also supply Smarties for the wee ones who think the mints are "spicy". Of course when the Smarties are mixed with the mints, even though they both have wrappers, the Smarties ultimately end up tasting like mint since the mint flavor is so potent.

But I digress.

Well now I work downstairs and we have again decided we want to keep up with having a little treat for the patients. This time the treats were color coordinated with the decor of the office. We now have a mix of Lifesavers mints, peppermints, cinnamon and butterscotch hard candies to make a nice red, white and orange arrangement. I quite like it actually. My problem is, I'm neurotic. Everyone who comes in, including employees, takes the butterscotch candies and doesn't hardly touch the others. Now, I know the other candies don't know that they aren't getting picked or anything, but it kinda makes me feel bad that the butterscotch are the only ones getting chosen. It also freaks me out that we have an uneven number of orange candies compared to red and white candies. My seclusion to the 2nd floor has me thinking crazy. Does anyone know where I can pick up ~~some sanity~~ individually wrapped butterscotch candies?

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