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Triathlon Pt. 3

Hello Live Journal,

I've been away. I'm full of excuses. I'm sorry. I really like you and I want to spend more time with you. I just keep finding other things to distract me.  Since I am here, I figured I'd come back with a bang and tell you about my weekend.

On Sunday I raced in my 3rd Triathlon and I'm pretty damn proud. My goal was to master the race this time because I was working with a trainer and really wanted to do well. The perfectionist part of me feels I didn't master it, but the other part of me that's more forgiving is impressed.

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Dear Live Journal,

I've been neglectful. I've been away. I've been putting my own needs before yours. It's not you, it's me. Really.

I keep thinking each LJ entry needs to be a masterpiece of words and pictures documenting my fantastic life. When I do have things to say and report I see a mountain of unedited pictures and prepositional phrases and choose to stay at the bottom near the trail head. I'll let the air out of your tires but that's the farthest I'll commit. (Inside joke only one person... two people.. three people and the other two whose tires I let the air out of will understand)

As per my usual, I promise to be a better blogger. Stop looking at me like that. I will. If you desperately NEED updates from me check out my other blog Beautiful Lofty Things. I update it each Sunday or Monday. It's a supplemental blog to a talk radio show I provide content for.

But you don't care. You care about me. ME! ME!

So, here's a list of what I've been doing.

* I joined a writer's group that meets twice a month and I've made some excellent contacts and received helpful feedback on my stories. I also met with a writer who wants me to promote his new book! Woot!
* I joined a photographer's group that meets once a month in a funky little tea shop. I try not to spend money when I'm there but it's difficult.
* I don't sit still very well but I never did so that's not news.
* I am still employed full time and I have health benefits now.
* The Universe has been very generous in the gifts it's been throwing my way and I'm most grateful.
* I turned 37 two weeks ago and I'm not sure how I feel. I'm not saying I'm OLD. Hell, age is a state of mind but I'm not sure yet how I feel about 37.
* I have more time to read now that I'm taking Max to work. Some of the stand out books include Auntie Mame, The Hunger Games and Anthony Bourdain's book Medium Raw. Bourdain's book wasn't a stand out but I did enjoy it.

I went on a road trip to Ashland, Oregon a month ago with a good friend. We stayed in a yurt, attended two plays at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (Merchant of Venice and Twelfth Night) and visited Crater Lake. I wasn't able to take pictures of the Elizabethan Theater for fear of being beaten by an usher.

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So that, as they say, is that. I hope you enjoyed the pics. I promise to not be such a stranger. For real. Maybe.

Photo Walk

Yesterday I participated in the World Wide Photo Walk. I met some interesting people, took pictures, and had a fun day. 2 hours in the sun wore me out and I came home and slept for 4 hours. Yeesh!

Click on the image below and you'll be directed to my Flickr page - which has more images.


And click here to read about my adventure!


55 Candles

I ate my lunch outside today next to the river. Traffic at 2 p.m. was already beginning to snarl but the wind was blowing and birds were chirping. (I first wrote: "The words were chirping")

I called my mom to wish her a happy birthday and let her know PDX was celebrating her day.

It was a bonus day.

Happy birthday, Mum!

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alles Gute zum Geburtstag

My sister Rachel turned 33 today. I thought she was turning 34 but apparently I can't count or figure out how old I am supposed be.

When my parents brought Rachel home I was uninterested. She cried, she pooped, and my mom dressed in her shirts that said "Girl" on them because she was a chub and people thought she was a boy.

Rachel and I walk to the beat of our down drums and sometimes those rhythms blend and sometimes they sound like cymbals crashing to the floor. I don't get to see her much because we live so damn far away neither of us are willing to move. But when we do get together we laugh and laugh some more.

My sister has crappy taste in music and is proud to let everyone know.

Happy Birthday, Chester! I miss you.

Oh hai !!

How are you?

Come here often?

Looking at my LJ stats, no, you don't come here often. Probably because updates are few and far between.

This is the part where I make vows to be a better blogger and promise to floss after every meal and not wear white after Labor Day.

But I won't.

I've been busy. But that's normal. I took a few pictures along the way.

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From my journal..........

Riding the bus is like eating macaroni and cheese out of a box. Generic mac & cheese with the faded powdery cheese and pathetic looking noodles. It's not the bold day glo orange Kraft Mac & Cheese. It makes me feel like I ate whole pot of the stuff only because I was really hungry and now I feel guilty and want to yark.

Riding the Max is like eating homemade Mac & Cheese. It's (usually) smooth and satisfying. Sure you might get an uncooked noodle here and there and the noodles might stick together but it's ultimately satisfying.


Crazy man on the bus is trying to escape. He doesn't know which bus he's on and his inner cell phone won't tell him. He keeps asking. The bus stopped and let someone off. Crazy Man got up at the last minute and ran to the door. It closed on him. We're still on Bus 30.

Grey Pants Man is very tired and smells like cigarettes. He leans against Crazy Man's seat and won't tell him which bus we are on.

Lady with 18 kids has another one on the way. Baby number 17 doesn't want to sit on her lap anymore. She's passing it on to her sister who only has 10 kids.

The driver is tired and spaced out. She forgets to stop when people signal and they have to yell to get her to stop.

Getting off the bus is freeing. I'm away from the smells and crazies and sleepies. Now I get to walk and walk. But I'm off the bus.

Anna Goes to NYC pt 2.5

When last we met, our heroes got 10 … oh hell, this is a story, 16.. 87! cases of books delivered to the Javitz Center. I honestly cannot remember if we walked or took a cab 8 blocks back to our hotel. But we got there.

The shower and air conditioning in our hotel room was a welcome relief but we were in New York freaking City! No rest for us!!!

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Anna Goes to NYC Pt II

When last we spoke, our heroes finally crashed and went to bed.

The alarm clock went off at 6:30 a.m. and Nicholas and I looked at the clock, groaned and closed our eyes for a few more winks. Half an hour later we looked and the clock again and decided we should probably get up. We had books to deliver. I agreed but didn’t move. I just sat up and opened the window to let the Manhattan air into the room.I asked Nicholas if he made any plans while were sleeping to get the 16 cases of books to the Javitz Center.


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