The White Jeans Coffee Disaster

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Anytime I wear white, God takes it as a throw down.

Yesterday I'm sitting in a coffeeshop with a large coffee cooling beside me. I reach for my laptop bag and... BAM! I knock the full cup of coffee directly onto the right leg of my white jeans. 

After uttering a sedate, "Gee whilikers! What bad luck!" (Kidding--there were f-bombs dropping right and left), I hopped up and ran to the women's bathroom. I had a meeting in 30 minutes so there was no time to go home and change. 

My attempts to rub the stain out with paper towels resulted only in soggy towel bits clinging to the stained fabric. So I did what had to be done. I slipped the jeans off and stuck the right leg under cold running water, pumped a bunch of soap onto the jeans and started scrubbing. 

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The Power of A Sandwich

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What's below is not my story but I wish it were. I was talking to a friend the other day and I asked her how her husband was doing. They've been married for almost twenty years. 

"Okay," she said. "We were talking on the phone last week and he was having a really bad day at work and I wanted to help so I asked him if he wanted to come home for a nooner."

"Nice," I said. "Very giving of you."

She snorted. 'It would of been. But that fool says to me, 'Nah. I think I'll just come home and have a sandwich.'"

I died laughing. I think you have to be married a really long time to get it. Sandwich...sex.  They both have their appeal.

Cheers,

Dena

Am I Becoming A Warm Weather Runner?

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For the past 8 years since I've been running, I've always considered myself a cold-weather runner. While I'm  not crazy about the layers of clothes involved in 40 degree runs, there's no denying these runs are in some ways much easier then the oppressive, thick, humid runs of summer. 

In cold weather, the lungs fling themselves wide and take in great gulps of crisp air that propel you forward. Sweat evaporates into the atmosphere instead of smothering you like a second skin. And you feel crisp, and faster. 

I've never understood runners who said they prefer 90 degree temps for running. I assumed there was some sort of family lineage of mental illness and went out of my way to be kind to them. And yet...

When I've stepped outside the last few mornings (at 4:45 am to go to the gym so who's calling who crazy?) it's been on the brisk side. Not even close to cold, but just... not warm. And my reaction has been nothing short of horror. I don't want the cold weather to come back where it takes a mile of running before my toes begin to thaw. I don't want to haul out hats and scarves and arm warmers and hand warmers and gloves. I don't want to sit in my car until the very last few seconds before a group run starts in order to prevent frostbite. 

All of this from 60 degree temperatures. 

It's going to get ugly around here come wintertime. 

Cheers,

Dena

Most Boring Blog Post Ever?

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What happened in Denaland yesterday? Time for another mind-bending glimpse of...

“How Dena Spent Her Day”

5:00 a.m. – Up. Decaf coffee, Facebook, e-mails, straighten house

6:30 – 7:30 – Shower/Breakfast… you know the drill

7:45 – 1 p.m. – Office

1:20 – 3 – Haircut and highlights. Take laptop and work while sitting with foil head.

3:10 – 4:15 – Back at office

4:30 – 5:45 – Home to feed cats, change clothes, answer e-mails. Start edit on deck just sent to me from work

6 – 7:30 – Crossfit and quick walk in park

7:45 – 8:30 – Finish edit on deck, brainstorm corporate identity renaming for client. Eat dinner at computer.

8:30 – 8:55 – Vacuum, scrub tub, clean kitchen. Say hello to Blair.

9 – 9:30 – Quick run to grocery store

9:40 – Realize I have yet to shower from Crossfit. Gross. Hop in shower.

10 p.m. – Fold laundry, read for 15 minutes, lights out.

Exciting stuff. If you’re lucky, next blog post I’ll go into in-depth detail about what I ate for lunch.

Cheers,

Dena