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Unanswered Prayers

On my run this morning, I was thinking about the past couple of days, racking my brain for something comical to write about here, yet another effort to give you a quick smile.

Alas, nothing came to mind.

I got home, hopped in the shower, dried off, got dressed … still thinking about what to write … still nothing.

Then I started lifting the soggy clothes out of the washing machine, sorting through them: this can go in the dryer, this can’t, this can, this can’t …

I saw a dryer sheet on the floor and thought to myself, “hmmm, I don’t remember putting in any fabric softener this go round … bummer.”

I continued hanging up not-to-be-dried accouterments … “Damnit,” I realized. “I didn’t even put in any fricking laundry soap!”

So now, as the clothes get washed a second time–on this occasion with a bubble-inducing cleanser–I have Garth Brooks classic “Some of God’s Greatest Gifts … Are Unanswered Prayers” stuck in my head.

What can I say … the guy was right.

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The intern blues

The microwave.

That’s where I found it: A wave of coffee splashed all over the left side of the appliance, light brown and smelling of French vanilla.

Now this puts me in an unfortunate debacle. I could leave the mess there on the principle that I didn’t make it, so it’s not my problem, but because I wanted that warm pick-me-up of green tea, I was stuck.

I suppose I could have heated my water up anyway– sufficiently baking the liquid into some sort of beige glue–but that’s beyond even my sense of comeuppance. Plus, whichever unassuming victim next steps up to the microwave will assume I was the jerkface who left the disaster zone in my wake.

Alas. I cleaned it up.

But I still felt like Pam in The Office … remember the microwave episode?

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Once a journalist, always …

A journalist.

Yup, that’s how things go here in journalism graduate school.

Someone even reported on the lack of soap in the ladies’ bathroom by placing a yellow sticky note on the depleted dispenser: About gone.

Then, because accuracy is the journalist’s modus operandi and we’re always updating a story when we have new information, another person amended the status: Empty.

It’s a good thing democracy has people in the world like us.

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New Years Resolution 2011, Number 2

So I live in Boulder. That means that, theoretically, I’m a bad-ass athlete.

That (wrong) conclusion led me on a “Damn the torpedoes” kind of bike ride this morning where I pedaled into the blustery wind for three miles, despite the fact that those same howling gusts woke me up last night.

Bad decision.

But one that inspired my new resolution: I will not bike to school on days where the wind speed is 35 mph.

Here’s New Years Resolution 2011 Number 1.

Perhaps I’m especially tart because in the process of heading to school, I fell over because of said (fricking) wind. And I recently discovered that in the process of doing so, I managed to squish the orange I’d packed for a mid-morning snack.

I have orange juice in my backpack.

(It’s the pulpy kind.)

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Epiphany

Today as Mike and I G-chatted instead of diligently working on the copious amounts of crap we really need to be finishing up, this wonderful man had a spurt of genius, the extent of which I don’t think he fully understands.

See, a bunch of our friends are getting married this summer, which means lots of invites and the promise of considerable dancing and merry-making to come; however, RSVP’ing does pose one significant drawback. (This is where Mike’s stroke of wisdom comes in).

Mike: so we need to pick what we want for dinners; there are like 4 options

me: mmmm

Mike: which stinks, because i don’t know what i’m in the mood for in the middle of april; I know what sounds good right now.

Yep, pure brilliance.

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