4 minutes...18 seconds...hrrrrumph

Alright so it's two days after Christmas, and hardly anybody managed to crawl into work this morning.  I myself wandered in about 8:35am only to find that not only am I the only female in the office but the only one in my department...awesome.

Now for those of you who work with men, you all know that when no female is present they all but turn into useless piles of dung without the slightest idea how to perform basic tasks such as: opening mail, answering the phone, refilling the copier with paper, or wiping themselves.

But between feigning pity on these poor helpless creatures, I've been working on learning to solve the Rubik's cube.  What actually inspired me was this video of Justin Bieber http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXEbMzyOekI who can solve the dang thing in 90 seconds.  My inate competitive nature immediately took control and I logically decided that if this shaggy haired 16 year-old youtube sensation can do it, SURELY I myself as a well-educated investment professional can do it too...and faster.  WRONG.

So, having a couple weeks off of school to work on this little project; I scurried out to the store to purchase my Rubik's cube.  Note:  It is not a "Rubix" cube as I had always assumed, but the correct spelling is "Rubik's" with a "k." 

Day 1, I basically spent my entire afternoon following step-by-step instructions online about how to solve it.  Then I just walked away...



BUT dear friends, I can now say that after spending 48 hours straight with my family I can now solve it.  I even tried to teach my 92 year old grandmother...she was unsuccessful, which secretly made me feel like maybe I'm not such an idiot (I mean think of all that life knowledge she has).

Slowly and surely I'm getting it...I average 13 minutes...just now, I sat on the phone with a client talking her off the ledge about taxes for 25 minutes and didn't get it solved in that whole time, but I'm blaming it on conflicting attentions.  My record is 4'18" and I'm coming for you Bieber.

How to Fail

I recently came across a review for the book "How to Fail: The Self-Hurt Guide.  A novel by Aaron Golfarb, a native of Oklahoma City.  I have not read the book, nor is this an endorsement for it...but it gave me the idea to write down some commentary on some of the relationship fails, faulters, and other extreme crash & burn scenarios I have PERSONALLY encountered in my many years of successful dating failure.  Fair warning, no names are mentioned to protect the diginity of the guilty...even if I do have a blog nobody reads.



1.  (starting with the most recent)  How to fail: continue to watch movies on your ex-girlfriend's Netflix account

2.  How to fail:  on a FIRST date do not at dinner say: "I don't really like this place" after your date has already ordered then sit and creepily watch her eat.

3.  How to fail: do not admit that the reason you had to leave the table was to go to the bathroom and vomit because you were too nervous to eat with me

4.  How to fail:  if slumdog millionaire is sold out, do not take your date to see 'Paul Blart: Mall Cop' despite her saying that's fine

5.  How to fail: show up at my front door in jorts and your five fingers when meeting friends for dinner

6.  How to fail: not show up to help me move, because you were sleeping in after a long night of video game playing... then have the nerve to pop over later and expect some lovin'

7. How to fail: poop your pants (no need to elaborate)

No cavities

Great news!  No cavities!  But as always, I should really try to floss more, and utilizing the SonicCare electric toothbrush would really make a difference if I'm not committed to the daily flossing routine.

But back to the shoes.  I was first introduced to them by a fellow I was dating at the time who wore them religiously.  At the gym, out to dinner, on the golf course, you name it.  I thought they were goofy and ugly.  I implied this fact repeatedly but he continued to wear them claiming that he had some foot problems in the past and that they were really helping with the injury.  He also continued to harp on and on about this book:  Born to Run : A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen by Christopher McDougal and insisting that I read it.

Now, I have this thing, when somebody recommends a book to me, and specifically if they let me borrow it...I'm going to read it.  I just think if somebody in my life feels passionately enough to bring me a book to read, it's worth my time.  This is no exception.

So this book; if you are a runner...READ IT.  It will change the way you look at running, shoes, and invigorate you to run, not harder, but smarter.  Which leads me to the shoes.  The book goes into depth about leg injuries from running and how many of them can be from the type of running shoes we're wearing.  See, our feet are designed to run on the balls, in more of a prace like a chetah or an ostrich.  Running shoes are designed to pad the heel and most of us even have the audacity to add orthopedics for increased arch support.  I am guilty of this myself when I ran my marathon.  What happens though is you begin to rely too heavily on your heels when you run, especially as you tire, shooting pressure up your legs and causing injury to the IT band, knee, hip, shin splints, etc.

Humans have been running barefoot for thousands of years. There are 26 bones in the foot, and God designed and engineered them especially for running.  Nike running shoes have only been around for about 50 years.  Try running around your front lawn barefoot; you'll start to notice your posture improves, you step lighter, and your calves will be burning.

So...after being presented with the research I decided to give in and purchase the Vibrams, and even swollowing my pride and sent my ex an apology text for doubting.  I'd been running in them on the treadmill for about 2 weeks before attempting a race Thanksgiving Day.  It was cold and the race was all on concrete so I opted NOT to wear the Vibrams but as I was running I continued to follow the posturing, and I could tell a serious difference in my leg strength up and down the hills.  And that was that, I was hooked. 

Plus, it's kind of fun.

okay, post #2

Greetings, I don't know why I bother with a salutation.  I'm the only one reading this, but I kind of like it that way.  It means I can mercilessly make fun of my parents and other people in my life.  Today my focus will be my newest change of heart towards the Vibram 5 finger shoes...

I recently purchased them at MetroShoe Warehouse (which by the way if you haven't been in there, it's awesome has lots of North Face gear, shoes, purses, etc).  And I bought the obnoxious pink ones in the picture.  But WHY?!?!? did I buy these hideous shoes?  I'm glad you asked...but I'm going to leave you hanging until I get back from the dentist. 

Now I'm really regretting that brocolli I had for lunch.

A Blog for the Rest of Us

I've decided to write a blog, and here's why:

1)  I'm sitting in a master's class by the name of "Quantitative Methods & Modelling" and after 6 weeks I still have no idea what it's about.  In fact I just glanced up and heard the word "heteroskedastik" uttered and I laughed a little, because it's a funny word and I have no idea what it means.  Moving on...

2)  I am NOT raising a child, adopting a dog, attending Harvard, going through Julia Child's cookbook, losing weight, or teaching underpriveledged orphan children to read in a third world country.  Not that I'm against these things.  But that's not what the Lord wants for me right now, so this is a blog about nothing.  Like Seinfeld Online.  Wanna know what I did today?  Brace yourself it's boring, here you go.  Day in the life of an average person.
7:00am woke up, cursed the clock (I was supposed to start a new boot camp this morning at the gym at 6, so I missed that.  And crap I fell asleep fiddling with my phone so it didn't get plugged in either, that'll be dead by noon)
7:55am leave house about 15 minutes late, but let's be honest I haven't seen 8am at the office in months.  Oh yes I ate my eggs and a oatmeal bar on the way and left the radio off so I could converse with God on the way. 
8:17am plopped in my chair, flipped on computer.  It will take 10 minutes to boot so I'd better grab coffee because dang it the phone is already ringing.  Yes! I got the last pour in the pot, and snuck out of the kitchen before anyone catches me NOT making a new pot. Back to my desk to enjoy my delicious cup and the morning WSJ.
9:00-1:45 Actually did some work, trading millions of dollars and stuff but mostly discussing the OU game with anyone and everyone who happens to wander by.
1:45-2:45pm Since I failed to awaken at a decent hour this morning I went back to my old apt to finish vacuuming, pick up stuff to go to Goodwill and check the mail.  Great success.  I even had time to wipe down the fridge and microwave. 
2:45-4:00pm More work type things
4:40-5:30 Squeezed in a quick run at the gym in my new barefoot Vibram 5 fingers shoes.  We'll discuss these in more detail later but for now just know that I was indeed running in them.  Now I happened to bump into my darling 280 lb bohemoth of a trainer who seemed thrilled that I opted to stay in bed this morning.  So, in an effort to improve my chances of getting up and going, I decided to rent a locker.  LOCKER 93 in fact, with good intentions to put shampoo, hair dryer, etc. in it so I won't have to pack a bag each morning.  This will work.  This will work.  This will work. Probably not.
6:00 - 9:40 Class at OU, obviously I'm getting a lot out of this.  Can't say for sure what will happen next, but, you can bet it will include more really exciting things such as "clean the bathroom at my old apt" or "go to wal-mart"

See now?  Wasn't that fun?  It's just a day, business a usual.  But sometimes funny stuff happens to me and I want to write it down, so I won't forget it.  You can read it too if you want if you're bored and average like me.  Or don't.  I don't really care.