Stylist: So, anything new going on since I saw you last?
Me: Yeah.... a lot actually going on.
Stylist: Yeah? Like what?
Me: Well... I got divorced. That was a real shitter.
Stylist: Oh, right, that was about to go down the last time you were here.
Me: But I also learned to hoop dance. And clog. And I also ran a marathon.
Stylist: A marathon! Wow, that's quite an accomplishment.
Me: Thanks. Actually, it's not that big of an accomplishment.
Stylist: You don't think full marathon is not an accomplishment?
Me: Well. It's just one foot in front of the other for a long long way. It's not a cure for cancer or even the common cold. I didn't raise money for anything by doing it and in fact I got a helluva sunburn along the way, so it actually wasn't that good for my body either.
Stylist: Well, yeah, but the dedication and determination it must have taken to do that! That's an achievement!
Me: Actually, no - it's less dedication and determination and more about being stubbon. Which is actually a bad thing in the long run and may have had a lot to do with the divorce in the first place. I should really quit running. Or maybe start and then give up after a mile or two. Might be better for my psyche that way.
And SCENE. This is less of a post about running and more of a commentary that I just realized that running marathons really isn't that big a deal. It really is a five hour block of time where I just refuse to stop moving. That doesn't mean anything, or make anything better. I'm pretty much just going in a circle.
You know. I'm just going to stop here. Read this if you want to read something fun about running.
In other news, someone who is NOT MY MOM made a comment on my blog!!! That is the second time that has happened and I thought it was noteworthy. The fact that it *might* be spam is duly noted but WHATEVER. I'm taking it. If it's spam they're doing it wrong because it makes no mention of penis cream or Viagra because I'm not in the market for either of those things. I am, however, in the market for affirmation and kind words and that was what was left as a comment on my blog, so maybe in fact that was just a CLEVER marketing ploy to lure me in and gain my trust, then sell me as a slave bride to someone in Russia. Is Russia still around, guys? If it is, I'm still pretty sure I don't want to go there, so please don't do that to me. Unless my future Russian fiance has a pool, and then maybe I'll think about it. If he makes good nachos then it's a deal. Or if she does. Is gay marriage legal in Russia? I'm pretty sure it is because I'm not quite sure if Russia is still with us or not. Ok I Googled it. Russia's still around, but I sure don't hear a lot about it anymore. Well. Since like second grade. When we studied Russia. And all I remember was I made a replica of some cathedral in Moscow out of salt dough and it was a real work of art. What I didn't eat of it that is. (I had a problem with eating salt dough. And cat food. And we didn't have a cat.)
ANYWAY, where was I? Oh yeah. Random blog comment. Thank you. It made my day.
And also, one of my favorite bloggers totally used a word that I use for emphasis ALL. THE. TIME. So holy shit maybe she's reading my blog and loves my style. THAT WOULD BE SO AWESOME. Or maybe it was her word she uses for emphasis and I'm using it now because I read her so much? NO. NOT POSSIBLE. You know what? Forget I mentioned it.
I'm so tired now.
le gasp! could it be the sincerest form of flattery????
Peaces out, throws hangers out the window, falls asleep,
Megan
Your musings are so droll, Megan. And funny too. BTW, I think privileged Russians have private hockey rinks, not pools.
ReplyDeleteHockey rinks: they are stoopid. I'm not going because that is dumb. Obviously. Ice is involved.
DeleteI love reading your blog posts! You are droll and hilarious and searching for your rhythm in life and it's fun to see where it takes you...hope it helps to know we're all out here looking in. Take care and don't stop moving...xoxo
ReplyDeleteOh Kate. You are too kind hug your neck and smooch your face. Life was shockingly simpler when I was young, dumb and in love.
DeleteYou are welcome. Your thank you made my day.
ReplyDeleteAnd for the record, I'm not a spam slinging Russian slaver pimping penis cream. Try saying that three times fast.
P.S. I'm well past rambling and my bed time here, but you shouldn't sell yourself short selling your marathon running short. Stubborn or not, crazy or not, it takes a pair of big brass ovaries. So you now have writing a hell of a blog and a set of big brass ovaries among your assets. "If only we had a wheelbarrow, that would be something."
But do you have a pool?!!!
DeleteI live in an apartment complex that has a very nice pool including a hot tub. I am a good cook too. So you're all set on the nachos as well. As a bonus, I'm not Russian either.
ReplyDeleteEvery time Deaver posts something on facebook, I am reminded to read your post- and look, I was going to post, just because I'm not your mom... but other people did that already. So I'll just say thanks for being enjoyable :) Also, in the 2nd grade, you wouldn't have been learning about Russia. You would have been learning about the USSR. And that bitch was SERIOUS. Sometimes I try to tell one of my best friends here in LA (she's only 24) about Russia used to be bigger and there used to be a wall dividing parts of Germany. She just looks at me funny.
ReplyDeleteTara? From my childhood Tara? DO WE KNOW EACH OTHER?
DeleteAnd seriously - public school edu-muh-cation. I don't think I could point out Russia on a map and the other day I forgot the word Bora Bora. All I really remember about Russia is there are lines for bread and it's cold as fuck.
I have a friend who's 29. She doesn't get Gem and the Holograms. Not. Cool.