Berry-tarian

Hi my name is Jeanette; I LOVE strawberries and I hoard them. If I am at a wedding, a party, a dinner and there are strawberries present.. you can bet that I am there taking them and going back for seconds. Strawberries as a garnish are also subject to my obsession, once upon a time I took strawberries off of the top of a wedding cake (in my defense I was too enticed by the strawberries to notice that the white chocolate box that housed them was the cake.. and I LOVE cake!).



I have come the decision that I could very well be a Berrytarian. I could eat nothing but berries all day (this includes raspberries, blackberries as well but strawberries are my all time favorite). I'd probably have to work in some protein shakes, but that's cool because I can make them with strawberries.

Now, imagine my happiness when I got a job working at a hotel only to find that this place has a seemingly endless supplies of strawberries, even outside of strawberry season (also known as HELL). I can walk into our cafeteria and find a huge bowl of strawberries just sitting there for the taking. Chocolate covered strawberries constantly habitate the dessert fridge and they call my name. I always pretend like I am going to share the chocolate covered ones with Elizabeth, but she's not quick enough on the draw and I eat 5 and she eats 1. Often I will be eating my lunch and a huge tray loaded with bowls of strawberries and blueberries (I forgot to mention those above) will appear out the kitchen with rays of light from God (or Chef Paul). At that time I make an immediate move to stake my claim; I am always the first up but that COULD be because I knock people over on the way to be first. I find this normal, however I've discovered that other people do not. Apparently not everyone thinks that strawberries are the most delicious and wonderful fruit ever to be in existence in the Universe. Yes UNIVERSE! And not everyone thinks you should take all of the strawberries, and not everyone thinks that getting your turn at the strawberries is worthy of running people over.. what terrorists!

Also, I have found that it's not normal for people to imagine that somewhere in the hotel there is a large room filled with nothing but strawberries and to daydream about finding that room and eating them like this:



In reality they would be more smashed all over my face but I couldn't find a picture to depict this, note to readers DO NOT google images for 'strawberry face' it is not fruit related and it is not pretty.

I don't know what I was robbed of in my childhood to make me love strawberries so much. I also always feel like I DESERVE the strawberries more than anybody else and that I have a right to take as many as I want.

If I could only find that secret room here at the hotel... I'd eat my pay in strawberries and probably stay relatively thin. I suspect that soon I will get lured to this 'room' only to find my family, friends, and people who have been trampled by me waiting with letters about how much they love me.. they will say what they have to say and then I will say what I have to say.

I'm BIG

Do you remember watching the Tom Hanks movie Big when you were growing up? I loved that movie. I think it was one of the first movies I saw that gave me an impression of what it would be like to be an adult and have a job. It was so cool that he got to go meetings, use a computer, sit in a cubicle, then have an office. He had to review reports, play with silly string, jump around on a big piano.... what a wonderful view of corporate America.

I realized a little while ago that this has become the point in life that I am at. Now I regularly use words like 'phone conference', 'meetings', and 'reports' and to be honest, I'm kind of disappointed. I remember when I couldn't wait to be able to use a computer for something. I literally used to keep a picture of a keyboard in my closet and I would pretend type on it because I thought typing was the coolest thing you could do. Now I type all the time (duh) but it doesn't seem as important as it did back then. I let corporate America sneak up on me uneventfully and I think it's kind of sad. I've done all those things (minus the big piano) that Tom Hanks did in Big. I've reviewed reports, gone to meetings, used a computer, had a cubicle and most of the time, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, just like Hanks. In time, though, I've grown and I've learned and now I often do know what the fuck I am doing. I kind of miss that feeling of being excited to type on stupid magazine picture of a keyboard. I miss that feeling of importance because I had to go to a meeting (please don't make me speak though or else you'll know that I'm full of shit). Now I just do these things on a daily basis. I've become the corporate schmuck that Tom Hanks worked with in the movie. How do I go back to being Tom Hanks, and what was his name in that movie??? I could google it yes.. but I don't want to. I'm off to print out my color, glossy picture of a keyboard to hang on my wall.

That post made me think of this... and it made me laugh

More new stuff in life

Soooo I found someone to be my roommate ( I hope). This is another new venture for me, besides Amber I haven't really had a roommate before. I'm taking it all in stride, of course this means I have to move a bunch of furniture around my house. Essshhh. Ok really I'm kind of nervous, but she seems cool. Let's hope it worked out.

I ran 17 miles yesterday (Saturday). On a whim I decided to do this in my neighborhood. I can comfortably run 8 miles without having to pass my house too much. This time I had to pass my house about 4 times. It was tough but I kind of enjoyed being close to home. I put my gummy bears and G2 on my porch so that I could refill when I passed by.

People always want to know how my run went. I understand this is a question of interest in what I am doing but really? How can you gauge running 17 miles? How does it go well? How does it not hurt? I hate it when I am 15 miles in and I pass by some person walking and I'm grunting and panting. I know they think that I'm weak and I'm slow and I just want to yell at them "I'VE RUN 15 MILES ASSHOLE, STOP JUDGING ME!!!". I never do because I'm just delirious and insane. I remember during my last marathon training I had this point where I had run out of gummy bears, my G2 was running dry, and I started to have shooting ankle pains. Like any normal person I started speaking into a pretend dictaphone as if I were writing my own memoir. How I would love to actually have that recording now. I wouldn't share it with you, but I would listen and laugh at myself. It was after that run that I learned to hide my gummies and G2 along the way for refills so I didn't get all Into the Wild again.

In a few weeks I will be running the Virgnia Beach Half Marathon. Pat Benetar and REO speedwagon will perform in the post race party. I hope it's not nearly as boring as the Myrtle Beach half marathon post race party. Marathoners are a bunch of BORES, that party was a 1 out 10 on a scale of fun where 10 is the most fun... and it had free beer and food!

Anyway, that's all for now. It's late and I have to go to bed. I have to teach bootcamp in the morning. I'm not spell checking this blog either so deal with it.