HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!
Yesterday, Gavin wrote a fantastic blog entry on a subject everyone can relate to — your mom selling or giving away something that you weren’t tired of yet.
My mom still does this, actually. Last year, my sister bought me a “Luke Schenscher has a posse” shirt at Tech, when they were on their way to the NCAA championship game. She didn’t get around to mailing it to me, but instead took it home after the end of the semester. As Katie jetted off to Europe for the summer, she told Mom to mail the shirt to me. Mom, instead, gave it to Goodwill. She didn’t know what it was, and she gave it away!! I gave Katie $25 for that shirt, $15 plus shipping plus a little extra. I maintain that Mom owes me $25.
Another great blog entry today comes from Gabriel Rodriguez, the speedy guy who wins tons of local races (finished 7th — overall — at the Houston marathon and was the first local finisher) and works as a manager at my local running store. I’ve spoken to him only a few times, when I was at the store to pick up new shoes or something. He wrote an entry about his car history after a visit to the auto show, and it’s a really funny post. I knew he was fast; I didn’t know he was funny too! 😉
(Note, I found Gabe’s blog through the new Houston Running blog by a guy named Jon Walk. I left a comment on his site last week and he emailed me back last night — after reading my blog, he realized that he was running close to me during at least part of the marathon because he remembers hearing people cheer “Go Sarah!” He must have been feeling better at the end though; he finished about 4 minutes ahead of me. He was also kind enough to link to my blog, as I noticed this morning. That was unexpected. Thanks Jon! I’ll have to find you at a local race sometime and introduce myself.)
- Space Pilot (you’ll need to be an experienced non-space pilot first)
- Rocket Scientist (technical, design, training, IT)
- Astronaut Advisor (marketing, sales and customer care)
- Ground Controller (Business project & facilities management)
- None of the above but I make great coffee
I know it’s time for a haircut when, first of all, I have split ends, but also because it’s long enough that I can pull the aforementioned split ends around in front of my face, and inspect them without going cross-eyed, and pick at them when I’m distracted. Also — when I can reach my arm up behind my back and grab the bottom of my hair. It hasn’t been this long since sometime at Tech, four years ago.
Time for a cut.
I came back from my soccer game tonight, opened the door, and walked into my apartment. The entire place smelled like…
It’s that time of year. Yum yum. 🙂