odds & ends

this weekend was our end of seaon frisbee tournament for the clique league i've been playing with. this meant three games in a row, starting at 10am. and since one of our girls was injured last week, there were only two of us left to play. for co-ed games you need two girls on the field at all times. which, i'm sure you've worked out, means that the two of us ladies played savage - frisbee talk for WITH NO SUBS AT ALL - for the entire day.

five straight hours of ultimate. with no subs.

on the one hand, this is amazing news, because a few short months ago i couldn't run for more than 2 minutes without needing to stop from the pain in the ol' tailbone. and now! i can play for 5 hours without a sub!

...but that should not assume that i was OKAY after all of that. oh no. i am an old and (as a result of this weekend) infirm, and there has never been a time in my life that running around like a maniac for 5 hours has been a viable way of life. i spent saturday night and all of sunday quite physically unable to walk.

but! with no tailbone pain! which is not insignificant. and the pulled muscles will heal on their own. i am cognizant of and grateful for the fact that i now have the ability to run myself into the ground like an idiot again.

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it's been nearly a year since i last went to the salon, so it was uber-high time for me to get my hairs did. i haven't taken any real photos yet aside from these from the bathroom at work (classy!) but i am SO HAPPY with it. these pictures are washed out, but my hair is now a lovely rich chestnuty red with caramel highlights. it makes me happy.


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after thirty years, i have given up holding the door for men. i find it lovely and chivalrous when a man wants to hold the door for me, but irritating and stupid when they refuse to walk through a door that i've gotten to first and have already opened. however, men? you have officially worn me down: i will stop even trying to hold the damn door for you.

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just before chris left for wisconsin, i went over to his house for the evening. i packed a bag and meticulously made sure i packed every component of what i would need the next day, down to the tights, belt, shoes, and jewelry i'd wear with my dress. the one detail i forgot to bring? THE ACTUAL DRESS.