Waste an hour! Waste two ! *revised*

Movie meme, taken from the Briantolgist

Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
Post them here for everyone to guess.
NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search or other search functions.

Feel free to answer in the comments, all both of you.

1. Well, I believe in the soul, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap.I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
2. Well, I guess the laws of physics cease to exist on top of your stove. . Were these magic grits? Did you buy them from the same guy who sold Jack his beanstalk beans?
3. So we're all dogfaces, we're all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. We're mutants. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us - we're soldiers. But we're American soldiers! We've been kicking ass for 200 years! We're 10 and 1!
4. It's just... I was saving that bacon!
5. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
6. Too close for missles, I'm switching to guns
7. “He’s a Jew.”(one nurse to another)
   

“How do you know?”

“ I’ve had a look.”

8. “You sound half-human.”

I am half-human.”

9. She can't be dead, Doo! We're goin' shopping! Who am I gonna talk to now?
10. Aw, ma, I love him awful.
11. After my religion period, I took up with a swindler: Allardyce Merriwhether. After Mrs. Pendrake his honesty was downright refreshing. AND Indians think everything is alive...White men believe everything is dead.
12. Today I saw a slave become more powerful than the Emperor of Rome.
13. I know something of a woman in a man's profession. Yes, by God, I do know about that.
14. [watching sexy girl wash a car] My Lord, whatever I done, don't strike me blind for another couple of minutes.
15. 'I think this is a very good time for prayer and reflection.." "Coach, I'm hurt. I'm not dead."

Just to be playful, I'm tagging Jamoosh, Joe, June & Jonathan.

Sidelined

Other than being bummed, I'm fine. I mean, my foot/leg thingy is sore, but I made a prophylactic (I love to say that -it totally freaks people out) move to avoid further injury by not even starting the race.

These are obviously our very cool bibs that we did not get to wear day...okay so I guess we could still wear them around the house, but that does seem a little stupid.

Anyway, the foot has been askew for 4 weeks, and then got worse 2 weeks ago. It took me a week to get into see Sanders fort ART. I ran 11ish last weekend and iced the foot afterward. It was achy, but debilitating like to week before. I had aggressive massage on my lower leg on Wednesday and rested all week. LaErica helped with a XC meet I hosted at our school on Tuesday and noticed me limping as I ran back and forth across the field during every race to coach my kids.

It felt okay and I jogged 25 minutes with my team on Friday. Achy at firs,t then fine. I was at 80% in favor of running.

Saturday a.m. I went to do my glycogen depletion run- an easy 1/2 mile warm up and drills, then 3 minutes hard. The burning activated at 2.5 minutes and was searing after three. I walked home knowing the verdict. Big sigh.


SO...I managed to snag a cushy volunteer job, escorting the Elite half-marathoners down to the start line. We watched to finish over by the press stand, and I maintained composure. We were allegedly supposed to escort them back up, but none of them wanted to be "escorted". I think that's more for the marathoners as 26.2 pretty much beats you up.

This is from in front of the start line during the Star Spangled Banner...look at all the skinny folks.

Happy Birthday to Grind!

Here's Grind with his birthday presents, the Larousse Gastronomique" and some "magic beans" from Starbucks.

He took a birthday call from mom and we headed to the St Arnold Scavenger Hunt HH to attempt to win a kegerator. We did not.

We did, however go for a lovely dinner of British food at Feast Brit and Krusty. The boys signed up for the 9-course sampler...and 2 hours later, we could go home!

Our home turf XC meet, Tuesday.

Me, explaining the concept of drafting to my 8th graders.














My superstar, OJ. He won easily by 11 seconds.











One of my seventh-graders. She works hard, takes coaching, and thrives with the extra attention.















Look at all those ribbons!
Big thanks to La' and Fraser for coming to campus to help me.

Things are looking grim for Sunday

The foot thing, aggravated on Monday when I did warm up drills with my students, has taken a turn for the worse. Instead of getting stronger after rest and strength exercises, it feels weaker.
Don't get me wrong, I can probably run and feel fine. For a while. After Monday's incident, if I take a step a little bit wrong (to the inside, I suppose), I get a searing pain below my ankle (medial side) and just over the back of my instep. Like a shooting, "Holy Crap I've sprained my ankle!!" kind of pain.

So tonight, I'm going for a massage. If it feels stronger on Friday, I'll run 2 miles. If I make even one misstep with searing pain, I'm bagging the marathon.

• No hometown PR
• No helping the Roadrunners in team comp.
• No Runner of the Season ranking (makes me wish I'd run the 30K!)
  
• No awesome post-race hot-tubbing because I'll be too bummed to want to be at a marathon party. (maybe I'll get over that one)

If I run the two miles and feel great, I'll probably still run the marathon with my house key, keeping the option of stopping in the Woodland Heights and riding my bike back to get my car. Because let's face it, if big things are going to go wrong in the marathon, you usually have some indication by mile four.

I'd say I'm 80/20 in favor of NOT running at this moment. I can't be too bummed...this fall's training made me stronger, and I have three distance PRs within 7 weeks.

I'd say I peaked at the proper time, wouldn't you?

Turkey dinner

For Thankgivign this year, our friends treated us to a fablous British dinner.

On Christmas, we served gumbo, venison shank, and grilled redfish.

I want some TURKEY, dammit! I'm totally deprived of turkey sandwiches, rice & gravy and tryptophan hangovers.

Solution: head to Whole Foods and get your turkey on.






Grind seems pleased.












Meeker Handprint Merlot



Even took out the Vera Wang

Chrismas with the uber-nieces

The little one's eyes are really that big...but her lips aren't. After the photo we discovered she's "tried" momma's lipstick. Too funny.

The taller one is a cross country runner Pulled off a 6:45 mile in one of her races! Can't you see how proud her auntie is?

PS They don't make very many running clothes that tiny.