Pinkie Swear

I missed my belly dancing class tonight at Champion due to an unforeseeable act of hot mess-ness.

Last night after watching the incredibly cheesy craphole only salvageable by moderately outstanding CGI movie know as Clash of the Titans, I was escorted back to my apartment by my date to fill our minds up with the intelligent humor that is Chris Rock’s stand-up. As I went to close the sliding glass door, I turned to say something witty and irresistibly charming to said date – only to slam it right on my pinkie finger.

What is it about cute boys that turns me from Diva to Dumbass?

Woke up this morning with a black nail and the knowledge I could actually feel the steady beating of my heart in my little finger. I spent the day wearing a lovely metal contraption. Look, RoboCorey!

And seeing as I couldn’t really type today, I decided to ponder the uses of the pinkie finger. Not having it really made these things difficult for me today:

1. As I said, typing.  Guess I couldn't work too much today
2. Doing dishes. Yeah, those are going to hang out in the sink tonight
3. Folding laundry. I have other clothes, right?
4. Driving a car. No really, it was hard
5. Cleaning ANYTHING. I was really sad about that one.

However, in the midst of this tragic accident, I actually discovered some things you CAN do perfectly fine without a pinkie finger!

1. Sitting around and lazily watching last week’s episodes of 24 and America’s Next Top Model
2. Grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s (the metal splint garners sympathy and gets the guys there to do everything for you)
3. Buying/pouring/sipping a delicious pinot noir
4. Devouring a box of dark chocolate and almond cookie
5. Taking stupid pictures of your bionic finger
6. And of course, typing seeming to work out fine when it’s for your blog.

A Moment of Clarity...and Inspiration

So in skimming the blogspace of my fellow bloggers this morning I came across one by Richard that really became the theme of my day: Inspiration. What inspires you? Who do you inspire?

So I read Richard’s blog then went about my day as normal. As lunch approached I prepared for our office Walk it Off day, a thing I started to help motivate my coworkers into getting out of the office and walking during their lunch. See, while I work for an outstanding company, the nature of our business breeds a lot of workaholics, and frankly it bothers me to see so many people sitting at their desk for 10 hours, never seeing the light of day and consuming massive quantities of soda and fast food. I am a super hippie. So I started Walk it Off.

Last week’s debut was a hit. Seven people joined me in a hike up the hill to the lake around the corner. A coworker and I walked a total of 4 miles. So fun! Then today, as I skipped from cubicle to cubicle merrily asking everyone if they were ready to go, my heart sank deeper and deeper only to realize no one wanted to participate today. Everyone was too tired. Too busy. Too lazy.

So I went alone. I marched up that hill, cursing under my breath at how lame everyone was being. Angry that no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t seem to inspire the people in my office to be healthy. 10 minutes later my subconscious delivered my ego a mental bitch-slap.

“Who cares?” said my mind to my brain. “Who cares what everyone else is doing? You just ran a mile all on your own and didn’t even notice it.”

Mind you, I am the girl with asthma, allergies, a bad knee, bad back and bad joints. 6 months ago I had trouble walking fast, much less running. Now I can easily run a mile during lunch and make it through a day at work. And all because 6 months ago I decided that hey, I want to try running a 5k. Ok, so I run/walked it. Big deal, I did it! So guess what, I do inspire someone…ME!

I guess that’s my inspirationally themed message of the day. If you really want to inspire people, you have to begin with yourself. Go out and conquer challenges you never thought possible. Show yourself you can overcome ANYTHING, even with the odds stacked neatly against you. Who knows? Maybe you’ll actually inspire someone else in the process. :-)


The medal from my 5k. Yeah!

4 Wedding (Drinks) and an Earthquake

Interesting weekend for sure! I began my adventure by attending ‘ere wedding I spoke of last post. Selected my staple white lacey dress fit for a ceremony of matrimony and prepared myself for an evening of dance, dining and drink.

What I did not prepare for was my beautiful San Diego sunshine to evaporate into an icy chill as we trekked north to Carlsbad for the event. Nor did I realize there are still people who insist on outdoor weddings, even when it feels like Alaska. And it was moist and humid. Did I mention my hair is allergic to water?

So my fabulous ‘do went from beautifully curled coif to cat-out-of-a-dryer in about 5 minutes flat. To add insult to crappery, the biting wind relentlessly blew my fuzz ball in the air repeatedly. By “I do” I was cat-out-of-a-dryer-left-on-the-back-of-a-motorcycle-driving-80mph-for-5-hours. Oh yeah, I was sexy.

So in an effort to calm my stricken vanity, I proceeded to down 4 glasses of Cabernet (the host bar was ending after only an hour! What can I say!). That’s how I ended up with not only these gems but also performing Tik Tok by Kesha to a crowd of amused observers:

Woke up Easter Sunday feeling exhausted yet ready to duke it out with some hair-of-the-dog at the Wavehouse in Mission Beach. Good times. Even began to feel normal again. That is until the ground suddenly shook fiercely below me, causing me to lose my drink and almost my lunch. Yes folks, a 7.2 earthquake!

My guess is God was trying to inadvertently stop my wino ways.