FedExcellent

I decided to read a magazine today while I worked out. I don't do that often but it seemed to be that sort of day. I grabbed January's issue of "O" magazine. I've only read the magazine once in my life (when Ellen was the second person in history to share the cover. Obviously) I thought I'd give it a shot but believe me, I will not be making it a regular thing. As I was reading I flipped and skimmed through the articles about the new year and how to make it great for yourself, etc. I reached a blurb that I found both fascinating and brilliant. It explained that an Australian based company allows their employees to take a "FedEx" day. During this day, an employee needs to do something other than work. It doesn't matter they can have their choice but at the end of the day, they must have completed something. The guidelines were clearly not specific but if they took a day off to garden, they should have flowers or vegetables planted by the end of the day. Another important factor, the employees had to make sure they laughed during the day. I think those Aussies are on to something! What a perfectly simple idea. Have a productive day that doesn't incorporate work related issues but is not wasted at the same time. What about actual FedEx workers? They have FedEx days every single day. Is it a bit redundant? Perhaps they could take a "UPS" priority day and but it can actually last for 3-4 days. Just a suggestion. I'm sure there are some kinks that need to be worked out. I hope the bosses don't have a tracking number that can track where their employees are during that day...

So, with all of the hopes and anticipation for the new year, maybe you can think about taking a "FedEx" day every once and awhile. It couldn't hurt, right? We have to stay sane one way or another. Otherwise we may FedExplode.

Best,

Anne

Do button up, it's awfully cold outside.

Melissa and I enjoying the tiniest of trees a few years ago.

Well I have been home for a week already and boy has it flown by! This worries me for my final two weeks but I will try not to focus on that. So far I have been enjoying my time going to the dentist and eye doctor to name a few of the appointments. Boy has it been a treat! I have been gone so long that apparently there is a new way to clean teeth. When I was sitting in the chair cringing and fighting back the urge to grab that little metal pick, the woman started to describe how she was going to clean my teeth. I knew how they cleaned teeth until she threw in the words "sodium bicarbonate" and "raise your hand if you need me to stop in the middle of it". Excuse me? Then she proceeded to put a shield in front of her face and put a kleenex over my face so I couldn't see anything. Before I knew it, I had teeth that were smoother than ever. Regardless of the contraptions and chemicals, the new version of brushing teeth worked out for the best. I realize how curious you were of my trip to the dentist so why not fill you in to the fullest extent? You're welcome.

As for the rest of break, I am rather excited to enjoy it and catch up with friendly, familiar faces. But really, when did it get to be the 19th already? I'm not done with my shopping. I don't want to fight the crowds. I just want an extra week or so. Is that so much to ask? I think not. Speaking of time, I think I should spend some time opening some of the Christmas decorations in the hallway to put them out. Sure, Christmas is in a week, but I don't think it's too late. It's better than a standing snowman with a garbage back over it or several cardboard boxes interspersed throughout the house. That does not scream Christmas to me. The tree will be here later today and the rule in our house has always been "Put 15 ornaments on the tree and then you are done". How terribly sad that we had reached that point. As if it's causing physical pain to put ornaments on the fresh tree. Heaven forbid you stopped at 14 or were the over-achiever who put 16 or more (that was usually me in case you were wondering). Thankfully we have outgrown that stage in our lives where decorating was a chore and complaining was held at a constant. At least I think we have....John?

Good luck with the final preparations, all. We'll be chatting again soon.

Best,

Anne

I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on me.

"Tiger this. Tiger that." "More on Tiger." "What you didn't hear about Tiger." "The truth about Tiger." "Wait, we retract that and this is what happened to Tiger." Tiger Woods is the focus of every topic, joke and article out there right now. Yes, the phenomenal golfer has "transgressed" in the eyes (even in the eye of the Tiger....) of everyone but can we stop talking about it already? Oh I know, but what would Jay Leno say in his monologue then? What would the entertainment shows provide for their followers? I suppose the questions are endless and people want to hear about their favorite golfer but aren't there more important things to report on? The unfortunate "transgression" of our country? The buzzer beater shot made by Kobe Bryant the other night? The soldiers who can't make it home for the holidays? There are so many other things more worthy. Of course I realize people thrive on hearing these stories. Well, maybe for a day. Yes, it was a terrible thing he did...or didn't do...or whatever the truth may be. Regardless, he has won more majors than you have.

With that said, this will be my final blog post before I head home on Saturday! Antsy? You bet. Tired? You bet. Ready to head home? You bet. The only thing in my way are three finals this week. Very crazy! It has been sunny in Bellingham but a bit chilly. I am completely content with that. I'm not sure I'll be able to deal with the bitter winter in Illinois. Alright, maybe I won't head home. Just kidding...brutal weather will not affect me! Besides, it's not the weather I'm coming home for. So there you have it folks. I'll be seeing some of you soon and others I will keep posted through the blog. "As always, I send you best dishes from my kitchen to yours" I am not sure why but I thought a quote from Paula Deen was necessary...what has become of me?

Best,

Anne

Leftover thoughts...

Has the long holiday week/weekend left you confused on what the actual day is? I have been completely thrown off schedule and for that, it has left me baffled. Of course, I know it is Saturday November 28th, 2009 but I had to think about it before the realization hit. Since Wednesday I have been thrown off. The best part is that I have continuously been thinking that it is later in the week than it really is which makes me content. It's Saturday and it feels like Sunday. Two days ago felt like Saturday when it was clearly Thursday. Needless to say, this break has been the perfect amount of time to relax. I am getting back into finals mode after a few days (it doesn't matter what day it was, it was more important to fill it with stress-free activities) to calm down and enjoy company. Thanksgiving has passed by just like that! Did you have a wonderful day? I hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving and reveled in the delicious and comforting food surrounded by family and friends. What more do you need?

The crisp weather is turning into chilly weather. December will be arriving any day now. (I'm sure of it!) The thrill of the holiday season is accumulating in the air and there is an alluring warmth along with it. The thrill has hit me already. I'm thrilled at the thought of being home in a mere 14 days. 14! 2 weeks. 2 Saturday's from now. 7x2 days! Simply, a fortnight away from the Land of Lincoln. Well, I haven't really given it much thought...but I suppose that's when I will be home.

Enjoy Sun...Saturday and have a happy rest of the weekend!

Best,

Anne

“Most of the successful people I've known are the ones who do more listening than talking.”

It has been six whole months since I have moved to the beautiful West Coast. Six months. It doesn't seem like I have been experiencing, traveling, enjoying, discovering, and adapting to this lifestyle for half of a year already. It has been an incredibly rewarding change in my life and I can't see myself anywhere else for the time being. It's no wonder why three of my relatives have lived in this state for so very long!

The other day I began to think about living here. I thought about living on my own. I love that part but I couldn't help but realize the amount of talking I do, or the lack of talking. I mean, don't get me wrong, I always talk to people at school, and on the phone (multiple times per day....Mom...) but when I am at home? Who can I talk to? It is quite interesting, to be honest. I would love to do a study on how the amount of fewer words per day a person talks when they don't share a home with family or friends. Don't you think it would be a drastic difference? I'm not completely sure why I began thinking about this but it sort of came to me. Warning: This could mean that when I am in the presence of family and friends again I may over-talk...in which case, you may tell me to calm down. I will not be offended.

Naturally, I googled the topic. What was one of the first results, you ask? "Get a Roommate! Living Alone May Be Bad For Your Heart"

Hmm....Not exactly the response I was looking for. If anything is going to cause problems for my heart, it will be the stress of Anatomy and Organic Chemistry---NOT living alone in a peaceful place.

I suppose tax dollars would be better spent funding research on cancer and other unknowns so I will leave this topic up for debate. It's not worth spending much time thinking about. I mean, I'm not even talking about it. I'm just typing. Another case of lack of speaking. Technology...

Best,

Anne

Sunday not Shun-day.

Looks like a Sunday. I have been thinking about Sunday and how it draws the negative vibes. People dread Sunday because it means the work week, school week, or just a new week is about to begin or has started. Don't get me wrong, Sunday doesn't excite me in particular and I have dreaded the day just like many of you but I think we should take something into consideration here: Sunday is not Monday. Let me repeat, Sunday is NOT Monday. That, in itself, should please you.

I can be blamed for negativity toward the day but I thought that we should look at the positives of Sunday. Surely we can find something to enjoy on this day of rest and relaxation.

1. Sunday is a day of the weekend. It gets overshadowed by the significant other: Carefree Saturday. You can still accomplish things on Sunday!

2. Sunday is full of football (if you are into that sort of thing)

3. Sunday is full of God. (if you are into that sort of thing)

4. Sunday is usually the day award shows are televised. (if you are into that sort of thing)

5. Sunday allows you to relax and sleep in.

6. Sunday is a day for a delicious breakfast. (Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, in case you forgot! Indulging is welcomed.)

7. Sunday can be a day to catch up on anything. Your choice!

8. Sunday can be a perfect day to catch up on reading a good book.

9. Sunday can potential encourage cleaning. It's a judgment call.

10. Sunday is a day of thinking. Thinking ahead to the next week, thinking about what to cook, thinking about a bad call in a game, thinking about all the positive things to come, thinking about loved ones, thinking about the weather, thinking about winning a Nobel Prize...whatever it is, I do hope you think.

11. Sunday can be a day for family. Chatting, visiting, laughing with...your choice again.

12. Sunday should be like it sounds. A sunny day, regardless of the weather, and full of warmth and happiness.

13. Sunday is a day to push you to run errands early because the world shuts down early on this day!

14. Sunday doesn't want to be melancholy so don't let it.

15. Sunday is hopeful for the week ahead. So you should probably have the same attitude.

Sunday can't help where it falls in the week. I suppose we should show it a little more respect and appreciation. It's there to keep us on our toes. Don't let it bother you. All you have to do is enjoy it until the day turns into Monday...then we can change our attitudes...

Best,

Anne

Bear-y tired

It's one of those nights. A magnetic force is pulling my fingers to the keys of the computer in hopes that I will be able to blog about something so incredible that you will not believe a word of it! Well, on the contrary, I find myself at a loss of what to blog about. I can only think for so long before I tell myself that there is nothing up there in that brain of mine that feels like being translated into blog format. This has happened before, I'm aware of that. I cannot let you down without saying something though! After countless minutes (roughly 22) I decided to give in. I'm only human, you know. Yes you guessed it... I Googled "What should I blog about?" You'd think of 504,000,000 results, I'd have found something worthy but the truth is, I rummaged through a few of the first links and was not pleased. I'm already tired so I certainly do not have time to sift through millions of results. It is not uncommon to be at a loss for words. In fact, I learned some new terminology called "Blogger's block" which I'm currently facing. Anyway, there were plenty that suggested to "write something you are passionate about". Well, alright, where would I begin? That's like saying write about a dessert you like. So it's back to square one. What's the best thing to do when you're brain just doesn't want to function anymore? Sleep. Goodnight and I'll be back soon.

Best,

Anne

I'm picking up the message, Lord.

I miss blogging. It is such an escape to just be able to type away about anything without worrying about a single thing. Of all the topics in the world, I can talk about which ever one I'd like without caring. It is my blog after all. Who cares? If you do care, you can stop reading. Go ahead. Still there? Great, I'm glad. It's more than likely that I may not talk about politics or historical facts from ancient Egypt, but I can promise you that I put time into what I say so if it takes a week and a half for a new post, I am giving it my all! November is here and all I can think about is how close the year is coming to an end. 2010? I'm not used to separating my zeros with another number. Whose idea was that? Ah well. I'll let it slide this time. Next year is quickly approaching but I'd prefer to think about the abundant end of the year. Plenty to keep me excited for, that is the truth!

It crossed my mind today at what point you become homesick? Is it hearing someone's voice? Thinking about the smells in the kitchen? Knowing that family is sitting together talking and wishing you could be there? Funny stories that have you laughing until you cry and unfortunately you cannot be discussing them face to face? There are so many different aspects that it is impossible to pinpoint the root of damage to your nostalgic mind.

Honestly, I'm fortunate to be homesick. After all, I am blessed to have something and some"things" to miss so much. So I have learned that being homesick may not be what you are craving but it doesn't mean that you can't still be grateful for opportunities and the prospect of returning home again to see familiar faces. There are few things that are more appealing than being surrounded by people that bring out your youthful spirit and vibrant laugh.

In closing, I miss blogging. I miss home cooked meals. I miss Chicago weather...(just kidding) I miss Sam and his wagging tail. I miss my family and friends. I miss a big kitchen. I miss hard wood floors. To sum up, I miss my home. While I am missing home, I am not forgetting how thankful and lucky I am to be able to see it again quite soon. December cannot come fast enough! I'd prefer it to be above zero degrees when I return, if at all possible. So if you can fulfill that request, I'd really appreciate it. I'm sure you can ask Oprah and she can figure it out.

Best,

Anne

Patience patience.

Sorry I have been absent for so long! I would rather be writing in here but I am afraid there is an issue with school taking over. Yes, you are aware of that nonsense but you should know, I'll write again soon! I promise. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?

Stress-ercise?

It's difficult to let a perfect morning go to waste. This morning was one of those crisp, cool fall mornings that welcomed all those who wanted to venture out into the fresh air to forget about anything but the glory of the invigorating morning. That is exactly how I spent the morning. I forgot about the stress of upcoming exams while running and thought about how great this particular morning was with its beautiful colored trees and cool breeze dropping in from the bay. I also thought about how I could assemble a blog post on this splendid Saturday.

As obvious as it sounds, exercise helps you feel better. I mean, has anyone ever been angry or stressed right after they excercise? I highly doubt that. Angry before working out? Of course. You know that saying, the hardest step of working out is the first step out the door. Now I'm sure people can attest to that feeling! I certainly can. Whether it's walking, running, riding a bike or anything else, I'm willing to bet most people don't feel so stressed while participating. I don't mean that you may not think about a problem, or a test, or bad news, but you have a different outlook if you are exercising. Exercising can get that frustration out but there is a point when you are at peace thinking about one thing or another. It gives perspective to the things you haven't found perspective on, as well as making you think with a clear mind instead of being cooped up in your home to dwell.

In my nutrition class, my teacher brought up the process of pushing yourself through landmarks. For example, if you are running and want to go just a little further, tell yourself to make it to a specific tree. Once you get to that tree, can't you make it to the next one? Of course you can! I believe in you! In fact, I am guilty of pushing my self from tree to tree. It's rewarding. I highly encourage it! Next thing you know you will have been going for miles, the trees have become your friends, and you just ran 14 miles*! (*Results may vary) I'm kidding of course, but if you want to walk around a block or two, go for it! You may end up walking around 3 blocks because of a willow tree or a birch in the distance. Just don't use trees from the start of your journey or you will be counting a whole lot of trees! That is not OAKay.

Think about it and enjoy.

Best,

Anne

Oops...

It just sneaks up on you. When you are too busy to notice, or notice but make yourself busy. When you find a million other reasons to forget it. When you just get to the point where you stop and take a deep breath because you can no longer live your life this way. That, my friends, is when clutter wins the battle. For one reason or another, it is nearly impossible to keep your home, car, papers and more from accumulating with meaningless odds and ends. My problem is that I cannot find the time to get rid of some papers or vacuum for example. (Those are only examples because I don't want the entire blog to be taken up with my To-Do list. ) If I have the time, I tell myself things like "Just relax for a little bit" or "It doesn't get in my way, so I can clean it when I need to" or even "No one comes here...who cares!?" Well, of course I care but like I said, it's difficult to motivate myself when I come up with other things to occupy my time. I'll be honest, I would not let a soul into my apartment right now. Okay, that sounds alarming. It does not look so full of clutter that I could be on a tv show about Secret Lives of Clutterers or something but it's not...acceptable. I love a clean apartment. It feels so refreshing to be able to come home and admire the beauty of cleanliness. But it also feels refreshing to be able to come home and admire the beauty of my bed. It's an evil battle. One that will continue until the end of time. Henry David Thoreau (you may recognize his works from the game show Jeopardy! ) sums it up in one simply, but effective sentence: "Things do not change, we change". Why yes, that is true. A month ago I would have had all the time in the world to clean the apartment and appreciate the lack of mess. Now, school has taken over and changed my schedule. There is nothing I can do but surrender. I like to justify my ways of thinking, too. If I spent an hour cleaning the apartment, I could have taught myself how to decipher the specific geometric isomerism in rings. As much as I would rather clean the apartment than do that, I will benefit from the latter due to a lovely exam tomorrow. The cycle of justification continues day in and day out. Since I have successfully frightened you all and caused you to worry for my well being (and sanity), I urge you to rest easy. I will make every effort to clean up so that I can continue on until the next time I face this dilemma. "When life gives you dilemma's you make dilemonade."

Best,
Anne

This is your song, not mine.

I'm here, don't worry. I know it has been ages since the last post but I did not find any time in my week to muster something to discuss here. I may as well clear something up before you read too far. I still do not have a subject of great importance to type for you to set your eyes on and read through. I’m hoping that as I continue these nonspecific sentences, I will discover an exciting tale. Were you wondering what had happened to me? I apologize. Tests took over and I went into a demanding (demANNEding) mode! The week was such a blur of talking about muscles, ossification and much, much more and therefore I need a break (fracture) so I will spare you the time and refrain from explaining this chaotic week in deep detail.

More importantly, how are you? Yes, you! I can’t be the only busy one here. Are you doing well? Maybe we could take a deep breath together. One…two…three. Ah, much better. It’s fantastic that Friday has finally met us and we have a nice couple of days to rewind before the next week. Are you filling your weekend with exceptional activities? I think I’m going to run again. Do you know what? I’m not going to map out where I have to go. I’m not going to get up at 6 am to beat the heat while running. I’m not going worry about how far I go. I’m going to run until I do not feel like it anymore. That is the current plan for my exceptional activity. Finally, I’d like to tell you how much I appreciate you. Don’t forget! Take care of yourselves.

Best,

Anne

Pleased to meet you.

Before I began the school year I gathered that I would have to introduce myself many times to many people. Introductions are bound to happen anytime, anywhere. At times it can be difficult to remember a person's name just seconds after he or she has recited it, but I usually just wait until I hear someone else call out the name in that sort of scenario. Yes, introductions are pretty basic in our society but somehow they are quite important...or so we're told. I have managed to introduce myself to dozens of people so far but have faced a hindrance during this important process of meeting a person. Don't blame me yet...

Anne. Short and simple. Even shorter if you spell it incorrectly. I need to state my hypothesis here. When introducing yourself, adding "I'm" before your name may cause confusion to the person receiving the introduction. An example of this would be "What's your name?" In response, the other person would say "I'm Anne". This is a true example, by the way. It happened and has happened many times. Now, that doesn't seem difficult or confusing does it? No, it does not. I must assure you that my articulation does not falter as I say that either. That being said, when I do respond with "I'm Anne", I have yet to meet a person who understands the complex separation between "I'm" and "Anne". I normally get the response that is hard to put into words because it would be better to hear the noise but it's a combination of the puzzled look with a furrowed brow and a "wait, what is it"? Other times it has just been "huh"? A girl in chemistry didn't even question it she just said, "Okay, Leanne!" Whoa whoa whoa. Since when is Anne a difficult name to comprehend? Are single syllable names outdated? Do I say "Anne as in Anne Frank" or "Anne like the Raggedy one"? I could understand if I included my last name and someone was unsure what I just said, but "I'm Anne" is just natural for me. My conclusion to this? The "I'm" has to go. I will just reply with "Anne" loud and clear. I'm sorry my name is not Jubilee like the girl in my Nutrition class in which case everyone thinks it is awesome so they don't question how she introduced herself. (It is awesome, by the way. Very cool!)
I'll have to settle for patience during introductions and remember that saying "I'm" will only get a disoriented look. I know what you are thinking, but a name tag would create even more puzzled looks. Not because of my name, but because I'm wearing a name tag in the first place.

Best,

Anne....like Anne of Green Gables.

"Friends, Romans, Countrymen..."

I took a double dose of procrastination today. As painfully daunting as Sunday is, I found myself distracted by millions of other things. It's very difficult to work around here. There are odds and ends that could keep me occupied (purely out of boredom) for hours. I figured it would be most beneficial to move the coffee table and clear an open space for all my papers and books I had to get to. Personally, it helps me! Stay tuned: Techniques for Improving Study Time and Feng Shui will be hitting your local bookstore soon! I normally go somewhere else to study or complete homework but it was just a different circumstances sort of day.

I woke up quite early this morning for I had much to do! First I began working for a couple hours on delightfully dull Anatomy. (It hasn't gotten interesting yet! And for as long as it runs me into the ground, it may never get interesting!) While I was working I ventured off into the land of wondering the origin of a phrase. I'm continuously telling people I'll "play it by ear" when it comes to plans or a decision that cannot be deciphered at the moment. Why do I say this? Not because I am being practical and waiting for further notice of availability but because there had to be a person who was smart enough to put that phrase to good use. I decided to slide the books aside and see what the internet would teach me. Well, I know I cannot believe everything I read on the internet but this makes sense. It turns out, the origin started back in Shakespeare's day. When he said "Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears", he wanted their attention from the functions in the ears that make them hear. Then, people used it to describe how great a person was at hearing music and being able to play such as a person being able to "play it by ear" after listening to music. "The saying has been taken yet another step further away from anything literal when people use it to mean doing something in an extempore way, without planning, according to circumstances as they arise. "(http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-pla1.htm) I suppose I fall under that category considering I cannot listen to a song and use an(y) instrument to play it. Ah well. I love to learn about phrases. Is there a major for that?

Anyway, I worked on that blah blah blah and then I was able to take a break in order to see my dear friend, Teresa, play in a soccer match at the University of Washington! I had never been to the campus but my mom says "it's a beautiful campus. It looks out on Lake Washington" so I had to trust her judgment. She was right about that! The perfect fall day made me forget about all of my school woes and I just wanted to hang out there for the day. It was a fantastic afternoon away and always pleased to see a familiar smiling face!

I headed home and HAD to do a few things before looking at homework again. I mean, the laundry HAD to be done. The dinner HAD to be eaten. The blog HAD to be posted. Here I am now. Time to end this because, whoa, it has been an hour (things have interfered with the simple task of posting a blog!) so I must depart. Have a fabulous week. I will speak to you when I can. I simply cannot specify the time because I am not sure what will interfere with that. So, we'll have to play it by ear...

Best,

Anne

Busy Beaver

Whew! First full week of classes are over but I'm hardly ready to take a breath! Life went from trying to pass the time to being fully consumed with school at every waking moment. I knew this would happen but wow, it's madness! In my first full week I recited the whole Appendicular skeleton and that's not just the femur, radius, feet but every aspect of those bones! Overwhelming but I have to get used to that because I have one a week until December. Up next: The Axial Skeleton. Let me tell you, the head is going to be a piece of work. Why do I have to use my brain to remember the skull? Yikes...very hectic (not humerus)! Anyway, that's why I have been lacking in posts since the marathon. I recovered fully after three days and have not been on a run yet but I'm sure I will when I have a moment. If you plugged in your Anne GPS tracker you'd currently find me in a coffee shop. I expect this to be my third home after the apartment and the biology lab. Oh, and I am aware that it's Friday and I should be enjoying the cool, breezy day but let's face it...I have much to do! Enough about the busy schedule and more about October. It's one of (maybe the best) months of the year! Fall is in full force and leaves are more beautiful than any other time. It's Breast Cancer Awareness Month, too. Keep it in mind and continue prayers for everyone who is fighting an illness!

Oh, and happy birthday Ghandi!

I will try to make my next post more interesting than this but I thought I'd let you know that I haven't fallen off the planet (yet). Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!

Best,

Anne

“God put me on Earth to accomplish a certain number of things”

That's it. Hunched over and completely out of it, I am seen here after completing 26.2 miles yesterday. This is the outcome of four months of training and enough for one more blog post about the whole running experience. I should probably mention the details from the start (not the starting line). My alarm buzzed in my ear at 5:45 in the morning and I hopped out of bed as I would any other day. I knew what the fateful morning had in store for me but I was not nervous. Surprised? I was. I thought I'd be shaking in my boots! (I mean, running shoes...) Au contraire! I made sure I had all the essentials: Bib with the number 9 (I wish I could say it was because they predicted me to finish in 9th place...but it's just random. Sorry to disappoint), IPod, Ellen t-shirt, running shorts, two pairs of socks, and a running chip for my shoes. I was all ready, set to go! As my parents drove with me to downtown, I was still not nervous but curious. I wasn't sure what to expect but as I saw people warming up with quick little sprints or jogs, I grew more and more eager. I didn't have much time to contemplate running back home before it was time to line up. Within moments the crowd of 1400 runners were counting down from ten.

Bam! We were off. The weather was perfect and even though my hands were frozen, they quickly warmed up. The beauty of the town surrounded me. I ran places I'd never seen in town that were simply charming. I was approaching mile six and greeted with some friendly faces. My aunt, uncle, and parents were smiling and cheering for me as I dashed past. I flew through the first ten miles. Honestly, I could feel my legs gliding. I flew through the first ten miles. Honestly, I could feel my legs gliding. I knew my spectators were waiting right before mile 17. I had something to look forward to and when I approached them, I couldn't help but smile wide. A lady with a very loud cheering voice was standing right next to them and my mom told her I was coming and said my name was Anne. All of a sudden, a friendly woman screamed "Go Anne!" louder than ever and rang her bells for a little background music. It's incredibly helpful when people are cheering for you. Unfortunately, they cheered for me thirty seconds before I was faced with the ultimate battle. Climbing a hill that was steeper than a wall (practically) knocked me right down. I was unable to run that wall because I knew I had nine miles to go and would lose my steam. I walked up and it cost me a few minutes. I only saw one person run up the hill at the time I approached it so that tells you something about this monster. Around mile 20 I was ready to cry. It felt good to know how close I was but 6 miles is only close when you think about the whole race, not after you've completed 20 miles. The final miles were brutal. That is the only word to describe it. Absolutely brutal. It hurt to run. It hurt to walk. It hurt to move any muscle whatsoever. I saw two signs toward the end. The first said "Pain is temporary" and the second said "Pride is forever". I kept repeating that to myself until I saw the finish line. People surrounded both sides of the shoot and holding back tears, I pushed myself through only to see familiar faces waiting for me. It was incredibly emotional to complete the marathon. Although, I was utterly out of it. I could not think or talk or express my immediate thoughts. Regardless, I was achingly magnificent in every way. 4 hours and 8 minutes later, I went home to rest for the day.

It's strange to think such a major feat could be over in a single morning. I will remember it forever. I like to run but I think I'll stick to casual jogs throughout the neighborhood. I also believe my knees are plotting revenge on me so they would not be thrilled if I tried another marathon. What's next? School. Life. Running may fall in there but only when I feel like it, not when I have to. It's been a great and grueling time in my life. I couldn't have done it without the support though. Alright, I sound like I am accepting an award now, but it's true. So many people have been nice with their positive thoughts and I thank you all. I'll be there to cheer for you when you run your marathons! Finally, it has been great to blog about the training experience. I was able to have a comical outlook on a long, hard process. It was worth it. I feel elated, but my legs would surely disagree...

Best,

Anne

These guys know what they're talking about...

Since I have so many thoughts before the big day tomorrow, I thought I'd simply post a few quotes about marathons with my thoughts. Surely I will have a nice, informative post regarding the experience tomorrow (maybe Monday if I simply cannot move a single muscle) but until then, I'll prepare with some wise words.

"Marathon running is a terrible experience: monotonous, heavy, and exhausting."
Veikko Karvonen, 1954 European and Boston Marathon Champ

-Thanks, Veikko. It must be awful to run such fast miles and be done within 2 and half hours or so.

"There is the truth about the marathon and very few of you have written the truth. Even if I explain to you, you'll never understand it, you're outside of it."
Douglas Wakiihuri speaking to journalists

-I can't wait to find out the truth!

"I always loved running...it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs."

Jesse Owens

-This could be the best quote I've read so far. I have sought many "new sights just on the strength of [my] feet" and some have been beautiful, some might not have been as nice. Either way, I found out on my own two feet. It's a whole new ball game while running than driving around to scope out new places. Thrilling, I must say!

"It hurts up to a point and then it doesn't get any worse."
Ann Trason

-I understand.

"I cannot have survival as my only goal. That would be too boring. My goal is to come back in my best running form. It is good for me to have that goal; it will help me."
Ludmila Engquist (Olympic champion hurdler facing cancer and chemotherapy)

-Simply touching. Nothing else is more inspiring at this point.

"We can't all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by."
Will Rogers

-Those that clap and cheer are more than appreciated. Who else would make me want to continue?

"The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep."
Robert Frost

-Robert Frost knows what he is talking about because in another case, he did come to two paths in the wood and ingeniously "took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." I will be running through some woody areas and will be thinking of Mr. Frost's wise poetic words. I'm sure he ran a bit in his day. Perhaps a head start on the untraveled path...

I will keep these in mind tomorrow. Until then, I better eat some pasta!

Best,

Anne

Fall! Fall! Fall!

Four months of summer have come to a much needed end. What a glorious summer it was! I've never had so much time, or should I say, so much free time. Although I did not have a job this summer, I was blessed with all the opportunities I had. Tomorrow is finally the first day of school. I'm glad that my last day of summer is on the first day of fall. It's definitely time to get going and fill my days with stressful studying, reading and homework. Well, I'm not pushing for it but unfortunately it is a given that I will receive these fortunes of education. Finally, when everyone asks me how school is going, I can now tell them how it actually is instead of explaining why Washington starts over a month after most schools! I can't complain. This place is worth every new change (so far!). Thankfully my mom is here for such a great week. I will just go ahead and assume tomorrow she'll put a bow in my hair, pack my PB&J lunch, and give me a sticker if I make it through the day. I certainly know what my first day of school outfit will be! Please see picture--------------------->

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If I run faster, I'll be done faster.

Hopefully my nightmares will come to an end in one week. I have had countless dreams about the upcoming marathon. None of them have been to my liking, unfortunately. I have one week to prepare mentally and physically for the big day. As much as I am excited to run the race and be done with it, I bet you all cannot wait to stop hearing about it! Well, I will at least be excited to stop talking about it. I can't begin to describe the past four months of training. It has gone by so quickly but it has also lasted forever. The fact that I have to run three more times this week before the marathon boggles my mind. I don't remember how to run two or three miles. In fact, I predict those runs to be more challenging than running fifteen! I know that sounds rather ridiculous but sadly it is true. I am pleased with the timing of the marathon. It's happening just when I am getting bored of running around every day. I'm overjoyed that my parents will be there to see the race. So, just in case you don't believe me, there will be witnesses! I hope my legs don't give up on me in the next few days.

This week will undeniably be the best week of September. With all the busy events, I will have other things to focus on instead of focusing only on the marathon looming in the distance. For starters, I am waiting for my mom to land in less than an hour. It does not seem real to me that I'll see her since it has been four months, but it's true! I will! Then the week begins and in no time my dad will arrive! School starts Wednesday, and I'm halfway to the tremendous day! Enough about my weekly schedule though. I'm surprised you're still reading at this point! Turn the computer off, relax on this beautiful Sunday (I sure hope it's beautiful wherever you are), watch the Steelers game, take a walk, have a delicious meal, have a satisfying night of sleep, and enjoy your Monday. Please follow those directions to the best of your ability.
Happy Sunday, all.

Best,

Anne

Phew!

I was hit with a curve ball today. As I have been planning for an all-day orientation (Yes, another orientation) on Saturday I received an e-mail today about another job. First of all, why didn't anyone want to hire me for the past four months and now the Western Washington dining program and Rec Center are both calling out for a superb individual like myself to work for their team. I am only ONE person, folks! Well, as you can imagine, I had to pick a side. As absolutely thrilled as I was to be able to join the dining team at the Market and attend that exhilarating orientation, I have chosen to go with the Rec Center job. My IDEAL job at the Rec Center would have been working the front desk but I am a WWU rookie so I will settle with what I was given: Officiating volleyball games and possibly being a scorekeeper for flag football. What I am most worried about is that my dad will show up on Wednesday with his Officials Quarterly magazine, an extra black and white striped shirt, and his rule book in hopes of filling my head with pointers on how to ref. He is pretty much a pro at the job now so he may want to share his words of wisdom. I'd love to hear them, but I haven't seen him ref before, so how do I know the teams don't loathe his skills? Just kidding. Maybe. Either way, I'm delighted with the opportunity. I'll go out on a limb and say that I will probably have more fun working while watching sports and keeping score than washing dishes and serving people sandwiches. Unfortunately, with a job and an especially demanding school schedule, I will not have much empty time. I will try to set aside a few moments to get a blog post in nearly every day though because surely with the craziness I will have some entertaining stories to share.

Best,

Anne

Countdown Conundrum

I have a countdown problem. Each day I find myself anxiously scribbling down events or important dates to remember and look forward to in the upcoming weeks or months. I'd like to consider myself a countdown queen but they don't have royal titles for such character traits. There is nothing that excites me more than counting down the days until a television show, visit with a friend or family member, special day, marathon (don't worry, the countdown won't happen again for that one), breaks from school, and so much more! Although I am a countdown connoisseur, it does not mean that I don't doubt my passion for a ticking clock. I know there is a popular saying telling people to live for today and not look back and not look forward. That is not the actual phrase but you understand what I'm talking about. If I'm always counting down the days until something big happens in the next week or two, what am I doing today? I realize the skeptics point of view but am going to have to ask why I would countdown the days until I sat around, waited for the rain to slow down, walked outside, then ran to the grocery store? Nothing about that has the slightest ounce of exciting anticipation. I cannot even imagine picking up my calendar and counting out 3 days until I have a super boring day! My point would simply be that I find nothing wrong with always having something to look forward to and making it through days with that in the back of your head. I thoroughly enjoy filling my calendar with plans throughout the months so that I can cheerfully cross off the days until I reach the date. Never fear folks, I still have a fulfilled day to day life and enjoy every single day, not just the ones I look forward to. I have also been known to count the days until I have a day off or a day to just relax. Those are equally as significant as the days I eagerly await seeing a loved one. I live for a good countdown because they provide landmarks in a person's life. Countdowns change so frequently that everything is always fresh and new. As a countdown crony, I must condone such acceptable antics. If it helps the day pass a little faster, there is no harm in facing the future. Although the future possesses uncertainty, you can be certain of the joy a countdown will bring you. My current countdown: 15 minutes until I take the spaghetti squash out of the oven. See? "The Joy of Cooking"...........

See most of you in 3 months!

Best,

Anne

"These Lights will Inspire you, Let's Hear it for New York"

You have to be 16 to get a license, 18 to vote, 21 to drink, 25 to rent a car, and at least 35 to be the President of the United States. You do not have to be any certain age to succeed in the U.S. Open tennis tournament. Sadly, the last tournament of the year has come and gone in no time. Juan Martin del Potro (or as I like to call him, Benecio del Potro) battled his way back in the final match against Roger Federer. Not only was it another remarkable five set match, the outcome went to the twenty year old guy who's my age. So if I could muster up one word to describe the theme of the tournament this year, it would be: Underdogs. Sure, there were plenty of complaints and controversial calls, but it was more enjoyable to watch Melanie Oudin take down the some of the Russian population including Sharapova, Dementieva and Petrova. At seventeen years old, she gave us a taste of what will come. The whole fan section was rooting for her to upset everyone. She clearly upset the big names but could not upset her way to a championship. On the other hand, Kim Clijsters has always been an incredible player and although she wasn't ranked, she came back to the court after a hiatus of having a child. That must have been just what she needed. She won the tournament with her share of upsets as well. I think Mama Kim is going to show the youngins how capable she is to keep up with them next year. The excitement develops from the uncertainty. No matter the age, an upset is bound to happen. In the case of the U.S. Open, it happened plenty. Congrats to the mother and the twenty year old. Age is nothing in tennis. Well, actually, love is nothing but we don't have to be technical.

Best,

Anne

Vacation during Vacation

This summer/fall is full of first time experiences and travels. Last month I traveled to Montana and enjoyed every aspect of the beautiful scene. Up next? California! I am lucky enough to travel to another state that I have never been to. California is Washington's Florida to Illinois people. Does that make sense? If people aren't already retiring in the cool climate here, they head to California, just like people from Illinois would retire to Florida. Don't look up that statistic. During my classes I heard at least 7 people discuss how their grandparents moved to California. Naturally, I assume that's the case with the grandparents that make up part of the state's population of 6.5 million. Again, don't quote me on such demographics. My aunt Susan and I will be soaring to LA to visit my cousin Lisa and her husband Mike in Malibu! All I can expect is the sun, beaches, beautiful views, and lots of laughs. There is something so comforting and refreshing when you are with family. It's like hopping into another world apart from the norm that puts you at ease without a care in the world. Alright alright I know I don't have many cares right now because this is my vacation and I am going to California to go on another vacation BUT don't badger me, I will be full of cares and worries in a few weeks once I join the rest of the world and begin school. If that makes you feel better...

My dear friends, I will write again of my travels and stories when I return to this divine Evergreen State on Monday. Until then, my see-through skin and I will be in The Golden State, soaking in everything. Literally.

Take care.

Best,

Anne

Free Fallin'

Whatcom Falls Park in Bellingham, WA taken by George and Rhonda Ostertag

As I headed for the coffee shop this morning I noticed something different. The air that I have been breathing in for nearly four months now had changed. Crisp, cool and refreshing. Ladies and gentlemen, Fall is upon us! The trees are beginning to change into their usual reds, oranges and yellows and I could not be more thrilled. Although the Western Washington Vikings football team is non-existent, I am looking forward to the new season of college football. That is another sure-fire sign that Fall is here! There is nothing worse than being miserably warm during some of the hottest summer days. Oh wait, there is something worse. Freezing during the bitter winter takes the cake. (It's reassuring to know that I will be spending the frost-bitingly frightful February away from the midwest this year) It is only natural that Cooking Light chose to inform me of the best Fall produce on this very exceptional day. Keep your eyes peeled (and your fruits and veggies!) for seasonal sweet potatoes, mushrooms, grapes, cranberries, pumpkins, leeks, butternut squash, fennel, walnuts, quince (If you don't know what quince is, i.e. me, it is simply a "romantically fragrant fruit that's equally at home in sweet and savory preparations". Well, how very special! In addition, "scholars speculate that quinces may have been the true forbidden fruit". Whoa! This changes all of my beliefs...) and last but very not least in this list of produce are the beets. I know it's a long list. Perhaps an acronym would help you remember at your local grocery store? Alright. Let's try: S.M.G.C.B.F.P.W.Q.B.L. Is that any easy acronym for you? Just use this trick; Some Meals Grow Casually But Farmers Pick With Quite Beautiful Love. Yes, I did just spend five minutes making that up....at least I had my brain working! On the topic of beets, Dwight Schrute and his hilarious gang of office employees will be back in no time for the season premiere of The Office. In addition to the football on tv, the best sitcoms are beginning their seasons this Fall! Most of them begin in September with a few exceptions. Either way, I'm ready to find out all the happenings at 30 Rockefeller Center and Scranton, Pennsylvania.

Get out the sweaters and prepare for another Fall bursting with cool weather, emulous football, and delicious meals on crisp autumn evenings.

Best,

Anne

The Pinnacle

All sickness aside, I woke up this morning to complete this very large run. The conditions could not have been better. The sun was shining with a cool breeze to greet me alongside the bay. Not only was this the longest run of the training program, it was the most boring run. No deer. No one almost hit me coming out of their driveway. No other wildlife spottings. Not even a lot of people out except for the occasional dog walker or construction worker. I find myself very jealous of the leisurely walkers who are with their friends taking part in an absolutely gorgeous morning stroll. What's their deal? Can't they wait until I am not around to painlessly parade about the town? I suppose I do not have to deal with their tomfoolery anymore but they are lucky to have gotten away with it.

Well that's it! Three weeks from Sunday I will be ending this four month long journey and boy am I thrilled. I look forward to the energy from every other marathoner to keep my motivation high and present throughout the grueling race. Unfortunately, I do not have anything more to say. My body is exhausted which makes my mind exhausted. It's hard to describe but you know when you run 20 miles and feel too tired to function? Yes! It's exactly like that. I'm glad we are on the same page.

Best,

Anne

Drink Plenty of Fluids

Living alone certainly has its good and bad aspects. My apartment was spotless over the weekend and now I don't know what happened to it. The good part about that is no one will see it in this unkempt state but the bad part is that I wish it would clean itself when I know that is quite impossible. My immune system has shut down on me and since I am not at home, I couldn't just go to the medicine cabinet to find the appropriate antidote or grab a cough drop from the telephone table drawer. Even though getting sick is a rarity for me, I speculate that I would not be able to make it through all the months away from home without acquiring the slightest sniffle here or there. This cold/cough/headache trio could not have dropped in at a more inconvenient time. I have a day before the ultimate peak run in my training. Friday is the 20 miler and the longest I will run before the marathon that I can see in the somewhat near future. Not only is it supposed to rain on Friday but it will be even more bothersome if I have to carry a box of Kleenex while my arms pendulate for over three hours. After a few restless nights and endless coughing and sneezing, I thought it was time give my immune system a pick me up. I headed to the store today to find anything that would cure me at this unfortunate time. Another good aspect: Not having to worry about seeing someone I know at the grocery store while under the weather . The bad aspect: Having a red nose that Rudolph would be ashamed to see, hair chaotically strewn about, and eyes that water nonstop. First, I saw the thermometers. I concluded that I would most likely benefit from having this in my apartment but I didn't feel like spending six dollars on the basic thermometer. Instead, I purchased the "Tiny Temp" Miniature thermometer at a "Tiny Price"! Who needs to buy the Not-So-Tiny Thermometer at a Not-So-Tiny price when you can snag this one that is "clinically accurate and easy to read"? Tossed that in my basket and continued down the aisle. I have heard many stories about Airborne and how it helps keep those immune systems in tip-top shape. I'd never personally tried it before but I saw it on the highest shelf, reached for the Pink Grapefruit flavor and kept going to find something for my scratchy throat and painful cough. I concluded the stuff that would make my throat numb would work just fine. I'd rather not feel it if at all possible. Okay, that's enough for now. I purchased the products and headed home in hopes that all of this combined would create a magical elixir to alleviate all of my symptoms at least until after my run on Friday. I tried out the bargain thermometer to start. 97.1 was my temperature. I'm going to infer that it could be off by one or two degrees. Hey, no fever for me! Next, I popped in a throat numb-er. I did not particularly care for the taste but it was not lying and my throat felt numb within a few moments. That stuff is genius! For the grand finale, the Airborne! I filled my water glass and dropped the pink tablet in as if I were performing a science experiment. The water fizzed and bubbles popped up every once in awhile. The water itself turned a light shade of pink but I was distracted by the yellowish bubbles that were forming a layer on top of the surface. I reluctantly took the glass in hand and tried not to think about the coating on top of this pink drink before taking a sip. Well, it wasn't a delicious glass of juice but it worked out alright. By the end of the glass, I think it was giving me more of a stomach ache than helping in my comeback to healthiness. Perhaps it isn't miraculous as to cure me of this rotten cold within a few hours but I will follow the same procedure tomorrow in order to be one hundred percent for that intimidating run on Friday! I'll fill you in Friday about how it went but mostly to let you know (cross your fingers) that my legs did not fall off!

Best,

Anne

Impossible!

I call for a re-count! I have had an entire day to ceaselessly comprehend why Ellen DeGeneres did not receive an Emmy for Best Daytime Talk Show. If there was another candidate that actually deserved the coveted crown, I suppose I could find it in my loyal Ellen-loving heart to be happy for this impostor, I mean, rookie. It's hard to be happy when that other candidate who stole the crown from Ellen after she wore it for three well-deserved years is none other than the ear-splitting Rachael Ray. "Yum-o"? More like "Yuck-o". I understand that she may have some good recipes but I find it difficult to truly believe that people enjoy listening to her voice. It's clear that people must find her funny or likeable since she has a talk show. Although I am strongly opposed (alright, completely biased) to her show, I am understanding and realize that I don't have to sit and listen to her. So I do not ever allow her orange lifestyle or raspy, boisterous voice into my daily schedule. Now, I can confirm that there is not a single episode of Ellen that does not get a laugh, cry, or conversation out of me. Her fan base grows by the second because of her hilarious quips. Not only is she good-humored, she is also good-hearted. I cannot add up the donations she gives to charities, the money she gives to those who have lost their jobs, the phone calls she makes to fans (still waiting...), the opportunities she creates for people, and the lasting impressions that are inflicted on our world. WORLD! Simply saying she only influences our country would not be truthful. Countries around the world are constantly sending their love to Ellen! That explains a lot about her impact on those around her and those continents away. I have been going on this rant about how unfair it is but I'm sure Ellen's attitude was a bit less wrathful. I suppose I'll put my thoughts at rest on the topic. I know who deserved it and that's enough for me. Was Rachael Ray ever asked to be featured on the Oprah magazine? I didn't think so. (Catch Ellen on the December 2009 Issue!) Until then, I am looking forward to the new season of Ellen and anxiously await the new guests, new laughs, new dances and new adventures. See you in six days, Ellen.

Best,

Anne

Could you spare some change?

Change. Lots of people do not like to change and find themselves set in their ways. Perhaps they are scared of what can potentially happen. My view is that there is no harm in change. It brings about new opportunities and new perspectives. What is so scary about that? Clearly I am an advocate of change but just because I moved across the country doesn't mean that everyone has to pack their bags and fly to a new state. (But if you are feeling awfully audacious, you'd just love it here) No no, change can start anywhere. That may have been what was going through my lack-of-technology-loving mother when she decided to finally join the realm of the jubilant Internet fanatics that are taking over the world. All of us fanatics already know how helpful, fast, and easy it is to "shoot someone an email" or "Wikipedia" something or go to weather.com for the 10-day forecast. The answers are flooding the Internet. What are the lyrics to that song? Oh I'll look them up on lyrics.com. What movies has that supporting actor been in? I know I've seen him but I can't figure it out! Imdb.com, please. Where are the old babysitters living now because we haven't heard from them in ages? Whitepages.com is the ticket! You catch my drift by now. Those are only a few examples to the wildly popular World Wide Web. Before my mom joined everyone on the dark side, her reasons for steering clear were quite valid. Yes, sitting in front of the computer can hurt your head and eyes after awhile. There are other things that we should do than sit in front of the computer or television. Why not call a person and actually have a conversation with them? Send a card or letter in the mail because those will mean more. While all of those are authentic ways to keep in touch or keep our minds fresh, something must have happened to cause my mom to create an email address. Something did happen. March Madness. Since I have been blessed with a family that likes to have a good time and joke around with eachother, why not have a friendly pool for the March Madness Tournament? In order for my mom to participate, she needed an email address to join the family pool and fill out her picks in the bracket. It's nearly September and that happened in March. (I won't spend a lot of time describing the details but since you were curious, I won the family pool. Thanks for asking!) My mom forgot she was given an email address until very recently so that is when she knew she could take the plunge. Seeing an email in my inbox from her was a fantastic feeling. Not only was the email witty, it informed everyone that the email would not take over her appreciation for the phone or mail. I was ultimately pleased with her Outlook (no she uses Gmail). While I will still talk to my mom several times each day, I now have the option to "shoot her an email". I am convinced she has changed a certain part of her life for the better. I said change is good right? Right. Never fear, she will be the bigger person and will not let the Internet take over. "Better late than never" can be applied to the situation because as much as we have discussed, teased, or encouraged her about the Internet, it was her choice to make the change whenever that may have been or if it may have occured at all. We're overjoyed at your new exploration and relieved that you can stay in touch with friends and family faster than priority mail but only if you want. After all, I am a greeting card aficionado because of you and we need to continue such a comforting tradition! As John Legend sings, "we don't have to wait for destiny, we should be the change that we want to see".....if you are inquiring abuot the rest of the song, lyrics.com can give you the answer...

Best,

Anne

It's almost here.

It's in the air folks. That rubbery scent mixed with different chemicals and that fuzzy outer layer that makes a tennis ball's smell so distinct. The U.S. Open is inches away and I am excited and intrigued. So much has happened this year, and it all started with "Nocturnal Week" in Australia, as my brother John likes to describe it. The most intense match I have seen happened between Federer and Nadal. I know it might not have been quite as exceptional as last year's Wimbledon, but I did not witness that match in it's entirety. As I said, this was the most intense match I have seen. There is nothing more satisfying than watching a five setter between two greats at two in the morning. In addition to a fierce match, one of my favorites, Nadal, was the grand champion. Starting off well. Moving on to Roland Garros and the infamous clay courts. Nadal's specialty right? Not this year, Rafa. The King of the Clay courts was ousted by Robin Soderling who continued on to the finals to play Roger Federer. There was endless chatter about this match because if Federer won, this would make him one of six to ever win all four Grand Slams and tie the King of Swings, Peter Sampras with 14 slams. An immaculate honor, I must admit. With ease, Federer pulled it off. Who doubted it, though? I certainly wouldn't place my money on 23rd-ranked Soderling. Okay Roger, you are incredible...we understand. Luckily tennis fans near and far do not have stay on hold for long because Wimbledon is practically a day after the French Open. Alright, not quite but it surfaces in no time. Speaking of surfaces, it's time for the spongey texture of the grass beneath their feet. Strawberries and Cream? Don't mind if I do! Here's a fun fact that might make your taste buds crave a fresh, juicy strawberry. 27,000 kilos and 7,000 litres of strawberries and cream respectively are eaten at the Championship. Do not worry about the kilos and litres, those Brits know what they're doing. Now, Wimbledon was one of the more fun tournaments this year. Nadal was unable to compete do to knee problems. I'm sure it was devestating for him, but did he ever consider my feelings? It is refreshing for an "underdog" to do well. Andy Roddick is an respectable player but has been out of the picture for awhile. Losing fifteen pounds was the ticket! His quick moves and audacity showed he could give Mr. Federer a run for his money and a run for breaking yet another record and winning the most Grand Slams ever. If I could describe the match in one word, it would be: Epic. Over four hours and a 30 game final set, Federer broke Andy Roddick for the first time all match. Unfortunately that was enough to reign Champion and setting the record for being the most unbelievable player to ever grace God's green earth, or maybe just setting the record for most victorious Grand Slams. Well done. July 23rd was a doubly-special day for Roger and his wife Mirka. Mirka gave birth to the next doubles team and most likely, record setting girls. Even though they aren't holding rackets yet, they will undoubtedly shine with the tennis genes they were given. Does Federer need to stumble upon a winning lottery ticket to be the cherry on top of the sundae? This man has everything and more. With the U.S. Open in our midst, I'm sure most tennis fans are expecting Roger. Understandable. Just don't rule out those that also work hard and are overshadowed by such a brilliant and talented man. I'm rooting for Andy Roddick. He'll give it his all and I hope to see him succeed. Not only are all the talented players itching to play, the promise of night matches under the lights are going to bring out the best in each man. Cannot wait. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I am not as impacted by the women who play tennis so that could be the reason I waited until the last minute to mention them. Good luck to them too, I suppose.

Best,

Anne

Here's a Shoe-per story

I was perusing the Bellingham Herald online today and one story caught my eye above the others. A shoe store downtown was having some problems with money and the owner spent every bit of her money just for the inventory this fall. She received a phone call that she'd be receiving "five thousand dollars, no strings attached". (More like, no shoe-strings attached!) Upon hearing this, she hung up thinking it was a prank call. Well, who would believe that? Even though I took a quiz last night on how well I know Ellen DeGeneres, scored perfectly, and "won" a free laptop, I would probably still hang up on someone who told me they were generously and anonymously handing over five thousand smackeroos. The non-profit organization is called Giving Anonymously and apparently it's not the first time they were rejected on the phone. Fortunately, the person who called the owner of the shoe store continued to call and verified he was a real organization with real money and real intentions of helping her out! Wow. I mean, it's not everyday you hear about such humble actions to remedy a situation dealing with this unfavorable recession. Bravo, bravo! The couple that came up with the organization mentioned the satisfaction they feel when seeing the grateful people they have assisted. Who can blame them? It must be magical. I bet the owner of the shoe store kicked off her heels and danced---after all, she has quite the shoe inventory now! The organizers also mentioned that the recipients reaction is always memorable "since they don't know where the donation came from, many times they are nice to everybody." Donation or not, that attitude will get a person far in life! After all the depressing and consistent news about the recession, it's refreshing to hear about someone who has benefitted through anonymously admirable people. The owner didn't even have to turn in a clunker to receive that cash!

http://www.bellinghamherald.com/255/story/1041015.html

Best,

Anne

Food for thought

Yes, those buggers have been around forever. Those things we like to call germs. The truth of the matter is whenever someone or something makes us think about the germs around us, it is hard to think about anything else. But that only lasts for a brief time period before we go back to forgetting about germs and how they are EVERYWHERE. The reason germs are on my mind is because I had to go to the Whatcom County Health Department this morning. I recently acquired a job working on campus at a cafe or market or somewhere (*NOT A DINING HALL*) They are waiting a little while to tell me where exactly I will be working. Please, the anticipation is simply killing me. After three months of luckless job offers and over twenty applications, I figure I'll take this job while I can. Let me clear this up though, I'm not thrilled. So back to the bottom line of this Health Department trip. I needed a Food Handler's Permit and in order to capture such a prized possession I was required to watch a 22 minute video,take a test, and give them ten dollars for all of the trouble I was causing. Easy enough right? Right. Except, I had studied about Foodborne Illness, Danger Zones regarding heating and cooling, proper cleaning and sanitizing rules and so many other useful and somewhat disturbing bits of information and then I was surprised by what I heard when I walked through that Health Department's doorway. "The computer's are over there. Just put on the headphones and watch the video, take the 32 question test and that's it!" That's it? All I could think of was the prior information I had soaked up about germs and now I had to put these discolored, greyish-tannish headphones on my head and over my ears? These were the headphones that did not allow any ear breathing. They surrounded the entire ear from the top cartilage to the the very bottom of the ear lobe. As I said before, once you start thinking about germs, it's hard to stop until something else snags your focus. The entire, and I mean ENTIRE time I was watching that video about germs, food, and adamant directions to stay home if you are feeling ill, I thought about how I needed to get home and shower and wash my hair and my ears immediately! Disgusting. In case you were worried, I passed the test with flying colors and got that permit valid for two whole years! If you are ever concerned about where you should put the meat in your refrigerator or the proper temperature to rehead vegetables, I'm your go-to gal! No one likes germs. Who would? I certainly am not a big fan and I wash those fruits and veggies vigorously or else I'll be completely concious of the fact that I didn't. Do you ever notice the people that have their own shows on the Food Network almost always say they have to wash their hands after they touch raw meat, fish or poultry? I wonder if they have to incorporate that so they can't be held accountable for someone giving someone salmonella or E.Coli through a chicken a l'orange dish or perhaps an ultimate omelette. Either way, they are doing it right! Food borne illnesses can put such a damper on a day...and although this wasn't the most appetizing or enjoyable post, I bet you are just about ready to go wash those hands!

Happy Monday!

Best,

Anne