It feels like the last couple of post have been a random-ish, but here I go anyways. I simply have nothing else to title this post with.
1. Remember when I made that summer-to list and one of the main things I was going to accomplish was to have my fill of summer concerts? Because summer concerts are really what summer's all about? That's not going so well. First, our Seattle U2 concert was cancelled. And so were our plans to rock it out in the cool June air that summer brings, and to sing at the top of our lungs and dance with whoever was around us. Gone. We did get a refund, so there's that, but it wasn't a good way to start.
And then we were going to see Dave Matthews Band, but we were so dirt broke from our trip that we decided to do the right thing, the adult thing, and to save our money. Screw that. Screw that to hell. We should have gone. We remind each other often that we should have gone.
At this point, and every point in the summer, we're turned off by the thought of going to hot, humid, crowded, noisy, too pricey state or county fairs and getting our music fill that way.
So, we've limited ourselves to the Harrisburg scene. Which, has just been sad.
First, we stopped at a local coffee shop, got some yummy drinks, and kinda stale pastries, and waited for the chubby guy with the guitar to start playing. Then, I saw a bunch of people with "Vegetarians United" or something like that on their shirts, and I started to think that my peanut butter, double chocolate, still kinda stale brownie might be ridiculed. Then, the guy started his set with the following words "Hi, we're vegan" and que music. Suddenly, I had serious deja vu from my Seattlite days. All that aside, he was horrible. Stupid songs, and I don't care if you save animals.
Next was a band called "Enter the Haggis" at a brewery that we started to go to again. They came on an hour late, because their main singer was in the hospital, to which Kevin then shared that his first thought was, "Aww, their name is Enter the Haggis, they're playing in Harrisburg, and that guy probably doesn't have health insurance". Not funny, but kinda.
Our latest experience included a band called "Infamous Stringbusters", which was pretty much a bunch of young bluegrass players, which would have been entertaining if 1) It wasn't in a bar, 2) I could hear anything they said, 3) It wasn't so blazin hot in the place, and 4) the crowd wasn't hula-hooping the whole time. You read right. Hula-hoop dancing....just wait, all the kids will be doing it.
2. I have amazed myself this week. I've always wanted to be a runner, despite the out-of-breath, aching, and exhausting feeling I usually get from it. I've always wanted to be in that club, where you are held accountable with your mileage, you can exercise wherever you have tennis shoes, and you use words that nobody else says like "personal record" and "overpronation".
On Saturday, for some reason, I made a decision to start running. I found a beginners guide, printed it out, made two copies, hung one up, bought a watch, found tennis shoes, and on Sunday, started. Right now, it's running four times a week, for intervals, but at the end of the program you'll be running for 30 min straight, which is like running a marathon to me.
The first interval included me crossing the street, twisting my ankle, falling on my right knee, and then getting up quickly to make sure that no one saw. But, I was okay and I continued.
I haven't stopped, I haven't changed the program, I haven't even really complained. I run, I walk, I finish, and I feel like a rockstar.
So, I'm positive about the next 8 weeks.
3. Last Sunday, I picked a recipe and cooked and then I picked another recipe and I baked. I baked! I don't bake because you can't skip things or add things.
So here's what I made for dinner:
Chicken Spaghetti
and for dessert:
Peach Crisp with Maple Cream
Both Pioneer Woman recipes. Excellente!
4. Schools starting soon. I cleaned off my desk, rearranged the furniture, and stacked the books I'll need. I just need a new chair. The search begins.
Thats it for now, I'm tired.
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