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Onward Bound

Sometimes life is tough. Sometimes life is awesome. Sometimes it a little bit of both. Either way, you have to keep going. I'll be running, laughing, crying and sharing it all here.

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    Sunday, August 17, 2008

    Onward Bound





    It's been a great ride over here at Onward Bound, but it's time for a change. I hope you'll join us at our new home! Onward and upward.....

    Wednesday, August 13, 2008

    Dear me,

    One of my new favorite bloggers just inspired me to a little creative writing meets therapy project.

    It sounded like fun, but like any good plagiarised idea, I thought it needed to be Stephanieized. The concept (for those too lazy to link away) is to write a letter to yourself at age 18. In honor of my upcoming 31st birthday, I thought it would be more appropriate to write a letter to myself at age 21. After all, it's been a busy decade. Little 21-year-old Stephanie has come a long way.

    We have a lot of ground to cover, so let's go...

    Dear Steph,
    You are 21 and beautiful, so why do you insist on dressing like a 40 year-old soccer mom? I know you went to Europe and the little silk scarves around the neck were all the rage, but that look just doesn't translate well in the U.S. of A. Also, no one should be allowed to wear Laura Ashley clothing after 12 and before 40.

    Pay attention to Shannon at school. I know you barely know her and you only really know your parents were friends, but you won't believe how close you guys will be. She'll even be your maid of honor in your wedding (we'll get there). Why not get started on your friendship sooner rather than later?

    Don't date the Norwegian guy in D.C. during your internship next summer; it's a waste of time. Just focus on your writing and have fun living in the city. Speaking of that, try to give your editing class next spring more than your usual 10 minute attention span. There are important things you need to learn such as A.P. Style. It seems lame, but it will haunt you.

    Do date the intern at the first paper you work at. He's hot and he'll break your heart, but you are going to need that experience in your life. Just go with your heart and enjoy it.

    When you are dating him, if you go to Virginia for a weekend and it happens to snow that weekend and you have to stay over on Sunday night, it would behoove you to go straight to work when you get back in town and not stop for lunch with your roommate. You guys will have plenty of fun adventures together, you don't need to piss off your editor by being even later that day.

    Anyone named Stephanie is a good egg. They make good roommates. Be forgiving when she's too drunk to console you when the intern breaks up with you. She'll be there in plenty of ways in years to come. You may want to remind her that tents go outside, not inside.

    I know your first job will be stressful and all, but if there is any way you could not smoke, that would be really great. It would also keep you from lighting your hair on fire with a match when you are on deadline. No one likes the smell of burnt hair in the newsroom.

    Speaking of smoking, if you don't smoke, you can possibly avoid meeting your future ex-husband. But I'm not sure I want to prevent that from happening. Just know whatever happens in the end, you're going to be okay. You guys are going to have a great time together and share lots of love. But put your foot down early about that word. You deserve better. Also, your instincts to not want children with him are right on. Birth. Control. Please.

    When it comes to your career, the main thing I want to tell you is that the grass isn't greener on the other side. But you are going to need to learn some of that on your own. Set goals and meet them.

    Don't be so snobby about the sales side of the newsroom. You aren't any better than them just because you are a starving journalist. And the same goes for public relations people who call you. Be nice.

    When you run the marathon and you start puking, just keep going. You'll live.

    Harry Potter books are actually really good.

    Sephora is just a bad habit and it will suck your money.

    Stay away from cowboys in bars.

    The night before you go to London, don't let Sarah bring you that last glass of wine. It ends badly for you.

    Don't ever run after you've eaten shell fish. You get hives.

    And here is the most important thing -- every day over the next decade, even when you are at rock bottom, just take one minute to be thankful. Because you have a stinking awesome life.


    Always,
    Stephanie















    Monday, August 11, 2008

    Running

    Holy cow. A post about running on a "running blog." Now that's something you don't read every day.

    I hurt.

    Yesterday after sunning by the pool for two hours, with apparently sporadically placed SPF 30 Advanced Protection Against Aging, I decided I needed to go for a run. I've been toying with occasionally increasing the distance of my 2-3 mile runs (usually on the 2 side.) So somewhere between 3 and 4 miles, I decided that I had another mile in me. It was probably because I was still a mile away from home, but that was just poor planning.

    I'll admit, there was some walking, and a water stop or two. All in all, I was pretty proud of myself (and Gertie) for hanging in there. Maybe I'll do it again next weekend. But no promises.

    Several hours later, I realized I am sunburned in all sorts of random places.

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    Thursday, August 07, 2008

    Buffy

    On a very rare occasion, I run across something that makes me proud to be a Buffalo alumna.

    Whether it's learning that a former classmate is practicing as an openly gay minister, or reading the current professional work of a former Stampede reporter, these things make my inner Buffy shine.

    But this -- written by a former classmate (and communications major to boot!)--takes this cake.

    Well done. I'm jealous.

    Wednesday, August 06, 2008

    Ding Dong. Is Gertie home?

    I learned something about Gertie today.

    She gets on the couch when I'm not home.

    Oh wait. I knew that.

    It turns out, Gertie has had company over.

    And she didn't' tell me?

    Today when I went home at lunch to let her out (yes, she was on the couch), I ran into the maintenance man. Actually, Gertie got to him first as she was about half a flight ahead of me up the stairs. She seemed to know him, but she seems to know everyone. Apparently he knows her though. And so does his daughter. He told me he had been over several times to fix things or check on leaks with his daughter (maybe 6 or 7 years old?) and she just loves Gertie.

    This doesn't surprise me because I think she's pretty lovable. It just makes me laugh to imagine Gertie having people drop by when I'm not home. Does she offer them a drink? Give them a tour? Show them her toys? Most likely, she rolls on her back for a belly rub.

    Oh, and it's a good thing I trust my apartment complex staff.

    Sunday, August 03, 2008

    Impulse buying

    So why was I so embarrassed when I had to pay a visit to my local hardware store to buy a toilet plunger yesterday? 
    It happens. 

    Toilets get clogged.

    Girls clog toilets too.

    I know this.

    Then why did I almost choke when the helpful store clerk asked me if I was looking for anything specific?

    Um, not at all, I'm just going to wander around and see if anything grabs my attention. You know, impulse buying....Oh hey, whadaya know? A toilet plunger. Now that might come in handy. Fun! I've always wanted one anyway.

    And then I bought some candy (impulse buying) and a nice little herb garden for my porch (impulse buying.... HEY question: does anyone know if herbs die in extreme heat? I certainly don't want to kill these herbs...) Oh, and it was hot so I needed some water. A regular old nice trip to the hardware store on a Saturday.

    Side note: one year, my parents got by little brother a small toilet plunger as part of a plumbers toy kit for Christmas. The child ran around with that thing for months, making it almost cool to be seen sporting a plunger. That is, until my mom caught him actually playing with it in the toilet. Then he wasn't allowed to play with it anymore. 




    Thursday, July 31, 2008

    stick it to me, baby

    I just fashioned a piece of tape into a tape bubble and stuck it on my forehead. Maybe genius thoughts will accidentally get stuck on the tape bubble and find their way into my brain. Because that's the kind of week I'm having.