Thursday, August 28, 2008


I'm the first to admit that I can be kind of hard on my sister. Truth is, I've never really understood and rarely find myself to be on her wavelength. My sister is the girl who never got over her love of pink (and I have a bubble-gum colored bridesmaid dress to prove it), loves to shop, actually wears fuzzy track suits (pink ones), hates to fly and flies off the handle at a moment's notice. She worries worries worries. Oh yeah, and she teaches kindergarten.

Now, I'm assuming that if you're reading this, we've met. I have a restraining order against the color pink, I wear the same clothes until they literally fall apart to avoid shopping for new ones, I am in the air at least a few times a month and a room full of 6-year old children is my recurring nightmare.

But back to my sister. She has always been the Princess, and this did not stop being true when she got married. I was concerned for her, concerned that as the adage goes, she was preparing to be a bride and not a wife. She's not much on compromise and she can be tough to please. She is perfectly at peace with her high maintenance level, I can only assume her husband (my beloved brother-in-law) has made his peace with this as well. Still, I worry for them.

My sister's mother-in-law passed away this week and I am writing this from Ohio where we will attend her funeral tomorrow. Tonight was the viewing and I have to say that I saw my little sister in a whole new light. She was a wife. She stood by her husband's side and greeted family and friends. She talked to the funeral director and made decisions for the family - for her family. She wasn't anyone's princess, she wasn't concerned one bit with herself, only with her husband and her family. I was so very proud of her.

On a lighter note, this is my very favorite picture from her wedding, I feel it captures our relationship beautifully:

Love you Princess!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Happy Hour!

I haven't felt like blogging lately - I'm in one of those ruts where nothing about my life seems worth even typing out. I can't seem to get anything to rise above the level of.... of.... if I type "blah" here, will you know what I'm saying?? Can't seen to rise above blah.

The one exception to this, as it often is for me: running. Joining Team in Training continues to be one of the better decisions I have made in recent memory. I have been blown away on so many occasions by the generosity of people I do not know, or at least do not know well. When I got into it, I knew I could hit up family, close friends, and some people I've worked closely with for donations. However, I questioned whether or not that would be enough to get me to my goal ($100 for every mile of the marathon). I definitely didn't expect my message/request/plea to spread as far as it did; I have received donations from people with whom I have spoken to on the phone but never met, and people who I didn't realize they even knew who I was. In as non-trite a way as I can say it - I've been really inspired by the fundraising process and it's added a dimension to the running that I would never have expected.

As way of a slightly less esoteric TNT update, I offer you party pictures. I know, it doesn't look like we're preparing for a marathon in most of them, especially the ones in which I am stuffing my face with fried cheese sticks, but I assure you that we are.
My fellow TNT-er Margo and I hosted a Happy Hour this past weekend to raise money for our marathoning endeavors:

Here is our happy hour crowd. We had a fantastic mix - parents, friends, co-workers, former hockey players, random Pittsburghers. It was really a happening scene.
As if the chance to hang out with Margo and I weren't enough, we had some pretty sweet raffles to, including an autographed MARIO hockey stick!!

Here are your adorable hosts... even inadvertently sporting our hometown colors, we are such loyal Pittsburghers. Should you see Margo out and about, please thank her; she has more than once been the reason I have finished a long run.

We raised just under $1000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, all while enjoying my new favorite drink - mandarin and tonic. Look into it, it's delicious.

Go Team!!!

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Bluetooth or Crazy

After running a very long, very slow 16 miler today, then promptly falling asleep, the only thing not cramped up on me today are my fingers and since I cannot watch any more olympic handball, I will tell you about the game I made up. It's called "bluetooth or crazy" and the rules are very simple. When you see someone walking down the street talking to themself, you have to guess if they're wearing a bluetooth, or just crazy. It's a fun game. It's also a very different game depending on if I am at home or at work. I work downtown, so in that case, it's often "bluetooth". However, I live in the finest ghetto in Pittsburgh (thank Kendra) and when I'm there.... well, it's anyone's guess.

I invite you to try it out and see if it doesn't make your people watching adventures that much more exciting.

Also, on an entirely different note, this is the funniest thing I've seen all day: