Running with Lilies
I ran before work this morning. It was really hard getting out of bed. I think I'm a little burnt out...well, that or I need the fear or a marathon to kick me into action. I put little post-it notes around my alarm clock last night saying "Get out of bed fat-ass!", "You're losing all your muscle," "Don't you want to look good in Cabo?" This is a method I employ only when I know it will be especially hard to get up. It works, but it's not the most pleasant way to start the day. During my nine minutes of snooze, I negotiated the morning's goals. I decided on 4 miles instead of 6, and I decided it would be okay to run slower then normal. And so it was with a grimace and a non-verbal whine that I greeted the still-sleeping world this morning. I managed to do all 4 miles and even added 0.2 mi more (of hills!). I did run more slowly than normal though, but that is okay because it was part of the "contract."
One of my latest obsessions--along with Cuba, the WBF and good espresso--is photography. I amuse myself during my runs by looking around at what would make good photos, creating little mental lists of things to try and shoot one day. KM recently asked for pictures of trumpet lilies. I don't know exactly what a trumpet lily looks like but today I noticed a type of lily growing in several gardens along the course. Interestingly enough, about a mile from home one such perfect little lily was lying in the middle of the sidewalk. I snatched it up and continued on my un-merry way thinking about what I could do with it. I decided to try and take some photos while holding it against a dark backdrop. I could crop out or clone-out my fingers. I keep my camera in my car trunk (so that I am never without) and decided to snap a few shots of the lily right before I get in the car to go to work (inspiration to get ready faster, right?).
I didn't get ready faster, but I DID take some photos of the lily. I held it up against the darkness of the garage. My elderly neighbor must have thought I was so odd. He saw me run out of the house, throw my stuff in the trunk and on the ground around the car, pull out a lily, whip out the D70, hold it up against an ugly garage, and take pictures of myself holding it. I happened to get some good-ish photos of it, which just proves how random photography really can be sometimes. I guess you just never know what you'll cross path with, how it can be turned into a good photo and more importantly, how such things can make you late for work AGAIN.
Other items to mention: my landlord, let's call him DVR, and his woman were at it again last night. Their bedroom is above mine and they like to do it. A LOT. Every week night between a 11pm and midnight they come together, so to speak. It sounds violent, and I feel sorry for her. I also feel sorry for me because I have to hear it. A LOT. But I think they were having some problems recently because there was a bit of a hiatus. I was thankful for the break, but I guess I'm happy for them now that they're back together? Oh, the joys of love.
WBF Update: I didn't think there was going to be one for today, but about an hour ago he came to my desk and asked if his sister could talk to me about college. She got into the school I went to and is trying to weigh all her options. He has friends who went there too, but he thought that she could get better advice from someone who wasn't a frat-type guy, like me. ; )
She will probably call me at work, he said, but I mentioned she could also call my cell at night it that works out better with her schedule. He whipped out his cell phone and checked to see if he had my number (I'd be lying if I said this wasn't part of the strategy). The exciting part of all of this: he DID have my number saved. Never mind that it was saved under the name "Mel Dog."
Please note, that's D-O-G not D-A-W-G, which would have been more hip-hop and cool.
One of my latest obsessions--along with Cuba, the WBF and good espresso--is photography. I amuse myself during my runs by looking around at what would make good photos, creating little mental lists of things to try and shoot one day. KM recently asked for pictures of trumpet lilies. I don't know exactly what a trumpet lily looks like but today I noticed a type of lily growing in several gardens along the course. Interestingly enough, about a mile from home one such perfect little lily was lying in the middle of the sidewalk. I snatched it up and continued on my un-merry way thinking about what I could do with it. I decided to try and take some photos while holding it against a dark backdrop. I could crop out or clone-out my fingers. I keep my camera in my car trunk (so that I am never without) and decided to snap a few shots of the lily right before I get in the car to go to work (inspiration to get ready faster, right?).
I didn't get ready faster, but I DID take some photos of the lily. I held it up against the darkness of the garage. My elderly neighbor must have thought I was so odd. He saw me run out of the house, throw my stuff in the trunk and on the ground around the car, pull out a lily, whip out the D70, hold it up against an ugly garage, and take pictures of myself holding it. I happened to get some good-ish photos of it, which just proves how random photography really can be sometimes. I guess you just never know what you'll cross path with, how it can be turned into a good photo and more importantly, how such things can make you late for work AGAIN.
Other items to mention: my landlord, let's call him DVR, and his woman were at it again last night. Their bedroom is above mine and they like to do it. A LOT. Every week night between a 11pm and midnight they come together, so to speak. It sounds violent, and I feel sorry for her. I also feel sorry for me because I have to hear it. A LOT. But I think they were having some problems recently because there was a bit of a hiatus. I was thankful for the break, but I guess I'm happy for them now that they're back together? Oh, the joys of love.
WBF Update: I didn't think there was going to be one for today, but about an hour ago he came to my desk and asked if his sister could talk to me about college. She got into the school I went to and is trying to weigh all her options. He has friends who went there too, but he thought that she could get better advice from someone who wasn't a frat-type guy, like me. ; )
She will probably call me at work, he said, but I mentioned she could also call my cell at night it that works out better with her schedule. He whipped out his cell phone and checked to see if he had my number (I'd be lying if I said this wasn't part of the strategy). The exciting part of all of this: he DID have my number saved. Never mind that it was saved under the name "Mel Dog."
Please note, that's D-O-G not D-A-W-G, which would have been more hip-hop and cool.
posted by Follow the Frog at 2:57 PM
3 Comments:
this is GS friend of KA and i just wanted to say thank you for letting me read your blog, it really is better than t.v. and i loooove t.v. your blogs are funny cause it's true!
you're a hoot and half! i'd continue the line w/ "and you have a killer rack" but according to your grandma that may not be the case :)
*note: the line is from will & grace for those who do not worship the almighty t.v. as often as i do*
go banana!
GS, friend of KA: you're too funny! Thanks for reading/liking my blog. I have fun with it!
I loooove t.v. too!
Awww, I have blog-comment envy! I wish I had (relatively) anonymous people leaving me compliments. Or even my friends for that matter. (And yes, this is a totally unsubtle hint that you should compliment my blog.)
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