Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Why I Love My Job, Part Deux

Two posts in one day. I know I'm a dork, but I absolutely cannot resist.

This post is the sequel to: http://myblogmlashley.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-love-my-job.html

I'm doing some filing and I here from down the hallway, "Rubella-ella-ella..." He's back!! I walk down to the unprompted performance, and he's singing his hit tune to a co-worker of mine. After the first chorus, I hear her laugh and say, "That's good!" To which he replies, "No there's more." He sings the whole thing again, while I'm in my office, tears rolling down my face and choking back the laughter. I'm pretty certain he's "Rubella" drive-bying everyone at the University.

Go Ahead and Make My Day


So my co-worker told me today that I am the most organized person she knows. You don't know what a compliment that was for me! By the way I felt, you would've thought she told me I won a million dollars or that I looked like Heidi Klum or something. I love organization. Jason says I'm a bit obsessive and compulsive (not to be confused with obsessive-compulsive), but in a very obsessively normal way. I think he's just trying to make me and himself feel better. So if you ever want to make my day, you have two options. You can tell me that you're impressed with my organizational skills and/or you can say that I look like Heidi Klum. Either one.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Gotta Love the Cubs

I'm not a huge sports fan. I don't even pretend to be a sports fan. Now there are moments when I slightly get into OU football, and it's merely due to the fact that I won't see my husband and friends during football season if I don't hang out around the TV. I'm usually reading magazines or browsing the internet, but I'm there, and I feel somewhat involved if I'm in the vicinity.
Then the Cubs came along. I went to one game and I was hooked. The atmosphere, the hot dogs, the view of the city; it really is perfection. My loyalty has grown this season and I now follow them fervently. In fact--and you will need to brace yourself for this--I planned Jason's and my Sunday evening around the Cubs/White Sox game. My husband has never been so proud of me. I don't even think he was this proud or happy on our wedding day. In the end I may have watched only four, three, two, okay I watched one inning; and I may have secretly wanted to wear a pink Cubs shirt a la Jessica Simpson, but I know my loyalty, and it definitely lies with the Cubs.


Thursday, June 19, 2008

How do I answer this question?


This is the result of my latest long run. Pained joints and blisters (the blisters on my middle toe, and please excuse the non-manicured feet). I swear that I never had a blister until I started reading these training books talking about how bad the blisters can be. I thought, "Wow, I must be really lucky." Nope, I'm now the proud wearer of one.
My last run was pretty long, so I decided to try out my fanny-pack, water bottle-holder-thingy. Yes, I sometimes wear a fanny pack when I run. You can stop laughing now. About a mile into the run, the water bottle falls out; it continues to do so a few more times. So I ditch the water bottle by a light post for later retrieval and continue my run. After a while, I'm thirsty, hot, stinky and sweaty, so I stop at a gas station to buy some bottled water. I bring the water up to the cashier and my total was 96 cents. I pull out my debit card, because that's all I brought with me, and the cashier tells my it's a $5 minimum to charge the card. Okay, I get that, but now I'm realizing I should have brought cash too. So I look at the guy next to me and offer to buy something of his; he refused. I tell the cashier to charge $5 to my card; she refused. In the middle of my desperation, I tell the woman while wimpering, "But I have to have the water." There might have been a few tears accompanying the wimper, I can't recall. Then this other guy watching the whole fiasco looks to me and says, "Why are so sweaty? It's not that hot out there." I pause, staring at him, waiting for the sarcasm and humor to drip into his comment...but it never does. Now, I was not wearing makeup or a skirt or high heels; I was CLEARLY running. It was 85 degrees and muggy, and I had been running for the past hour. WHY AM I SWEATING?? I looked at him and thought of 50 responses, some laced with profanity, and said, "I'm in the middle of run." He looked at me like I was crazy (while I was looking at him like he was crazy). I don't think he ever got it. Out of desperation and frustration, I ended up buying two granola bars along with my water to meet the $5 minimum. Moral of story: Always carry cash. And when some poor soul is sweaty, don't ask them why they're sweating, it's probably for a good reason.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Bird's Nest

Have you ever heard of a "self-fulfilled prophecy?" Well I just had it happen to me. In my previous post when I said that something always interesting happens on my runs... I was on my run this morning, rounding out the sixth mile, feeling good, when I was attacked by a black bird. It landed in my ponytail and squawked until I batted it away with yelling and waving of hands. I've oft referred to my hair as a rat's nest, but let it be known that henceforth, it shall be referred to as a bird's nest.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

And We're Off!

Official marathon training season has begun! I'm a bundle of excitement and nerves and to be perfectly honest, I'm flat out scared. Right now I'm 18 weeks out and I'm following my training schedule faithfully...so far. I've been running religiously for the past couple of years, but it's time to pick up the mileage.
Why run the marathon?? Because I'm insane. Not really, I actually love running. It became my saving grace when we moved to Chicago. After we moved, I was way out of my comfort zone with plenty of time on my hands while Jason studied. Running occupied my time and it kept me happy during hard times. I slowly started building up my mileage and ran a few shorter races. After the first 5K I was hooked! It just grew from there, and now here I am about to face the ultimate challenge in running. I want to prove to myself that I can do this. I find joy and accomplishment in pushing myself to the end of what I think is possible...and then going further. It's a discipline which I love. And did I mention the "runner's high"? It's awesome.
Why am I blogging about my training? Just like anything else in life, it's the journey, not the destination. I will run 26.2 miles during the marathon, but I will spend hundreds of miles training for the darn thing. I want to write about it because I am like every other person out there. It does not take any special talents or athletic ability to do this. Believe me. I see people of all shapes and sizes out there running. The people you would least expect to run are usually running circles around me. Well at least they always pass me and wave. I don't have a good running form and I'm horribly clumsy. There are days when my knees, ankles, shoulders, teeth, and hair all hurt, but the point, my friends, is the effort. So my main focus in blogging about the training is to encourage all of you to push yourselves. Get out there and find something you love to do. I know that all of you are busy with work and family, but it is important to your health and well-being to devote the time.
In conclusion to this entirely too long posting, expect more about training and the funny mishaps that always happen to me during a run. It should be interesting.

Monday, June 9, 2008

My name is


If I get called "Lashley Morgandi" one more time... Let me help you out. First name: Morgandi, Last name: Lashley. You can call me Morgandi, Morgandi Lashley, or Ms. Lashley if you're nasty.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Happy Birthday, Mom



Okay, so my Mom's birthday was last Saturday, but since I wasn't there (tear) I'm just now posting because I wanted to include pictures of her birthday as well (thank you MaKenna). I'm so thankful for my Mom. She is one of the best people I know--sweet, smart, and strong as heck...I really want to say the "bad" word, but I'll refrain. Happy Birthday!!
On a side note, my mom is technically challenged. Yes friends, laugh, it's where I get it from. She's just now getting the email thing down, well kind of. Anyway, a while back, I was telling her about my blog, "Mom, you can get on there and see pictures and read things I write. You just click on the link I sent you and it will take you right there." Mom--"Oh is that where you can see videos and stuff?" Me--"Well yes you can do that too, but I think you're thinking of YouTube. It's more like a journal with pictures. You can write your deepest and darkest secrets for the entire world to see." Mom--"You write your deepest and darkest secrets?" Me--"Well sometimes...But it's more for pictures. My friends mainly use it to post pictures of their kids and tell funny stories." Mom--"Well you don't have any kids (she's finally stopped asking when we're having children), and you don't even have pets...You should at least get a pet."
Well mother, our landlady won't allow pets and I don't think she allows children either. So my blog self-esteem was shot to heck (again, refrain). I'm sorry we don't have pets or children, but Jason and I have each other and that will just have to suffice for now. However, don't you worry. Someday we'll have pets and babies...probably pets before babies, and I know you'll make the best Grandma and best pet taker-carer of person we've ever seen. Love you!!

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Best Conversation Yet

Me: Am I the nicest person you've ever dated?
Jason: Um, no...probably not.

The jokes on you, Jason Lashley, because I am the nicest person you've ever married.