Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Five for Friday
1. I went to a new dentist this week for a cleaning. He was a nice enough guy, but the type who asks a ton of questions while your mouth is full of metal. One of our conversations went like this:
DDS: Are you athletic? You look athletic. What are you, five ten?
Me: Good guess, I am five ten. I run, I ran the Mountain Goat last weekend.
D: Running, UGH. Running makes me nauseous.
M: hrkm kgrof.
D: Do you have a brother? Is he as big as you? He must be really big.
M: I do have a younger brother. He's a plumber.
D: Then I guess he's not that big.
2. We had a raccoon come up to us on the deck a couple of weekends ago while Mike was grilling dinner. It would not go away, it was like that kid movie Over The Hedge. I threw some cans of Play Dough at him, and he kept ducking back and forth behind a tree like in an Arcade game. Mike shot off a Roman Candle (yes, fireworks. In our house it's a year round occurrence) and he still wouldn't go. We gave up, and Mike kept cooking. Every so often he would whip around and shine the flashlight on it, and the raccoon would turn his head like he was embarrassed for staring.
3. I'm not sure if I'm happy with my Nike's. They are a vast improvement over the Asics, which I realize now were too narrow, and did nothing to keep my foot centered. I've been feeling a twinge in my left heel, I've dealt on and off with plantar fasciitis in that foot, so I'm wondering if the Nike's aren't cushioned enough. I've only had them for two months, but I'm considering sneaking over to Fleet Feet for a second opinion. I'm having flashbacks to wearing a boot to bed for a month, cortisone shots and foot taping, and I really don't want to go down that road again.
4. I had a few moments this week:
I told Eliza to eat her corn on the cob like a typewriter. She didn't know what the hell I was talking about.
I learned that you need to be careful with what you touch after you use Ben Gay.
I went outside to put some outgoing mail in our mailbox, and when I got to the end of the driveway, I realized I was holding a box of rice.
Posted by Molly at 5:28 PM