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Thursday, March 31, 2011 ( 1:10 PM ) shut up christine spring is here!   we call her lucy, because she's a redhead (red needles) right now she's sporting a crown of pink flowers these two pics were taken just a couple days apart (so cool!)  charlie  this little guy is a surprise gift for a friend :)
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011 ( 12:14 PM ) shut up christine control recently its gotten worse and i have contemplated getting therapy for the anxiety i experience while driving. living downtown doesn't help m often volunteers to drive, but i experience high stress even while sitting in the passenger seat amazingly, i am totally aware that this is all in my mind but fear is so real! i'm aware that it's only my imagination that my profuse sweating and back pain is psychosomatic and i could command the pain to stop, if i wanted to right? this is a very interesting mental exercise for me the simple act of making an unprotected left turn is helping me understand my mind yoav's cover of the pixies' where is my mind
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Thursday, March 24, 2011 ( 11:10 PM ) shut up christine glimpse of marathon weather! watching this gives me so much gratitude for the volunteers who cheered for us/ manned water stations for hours in these conditions. especially makoto, who woke up at 4am to drop me off then waited in the rain the whole time # Tuesday, March 22, 2011 ( 9:56 AM ) shut up christine safe home  via brutal moineau
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( 4:34 AM ) shut up christine proof  ran into my highschool classmate mark pratt at the bag check-in. go mark!  pre-race  during. all my "action" shots are of me walking  cross it off the list!
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Sunday, March 20, 2011 ( 7:58 PM ) shut up christine recap of my first marathon experience i totally undertrained and got my ass handed to me. i deserved it though. my only goal was to cross the finish line ~ done didddd it ran the first 20 miles in about 4 hours 30 min, which is excellent for me, considering my longest training run was 12 miles! that isn't fast, but i am very proud of myself thank you very much after 20 miles, my feet said Fuck you, we're walking -- and it took me almost 2 hours to complete the last 6 miles! total time: 6 hours 16 minutes. hallelujah finished it rained like a mofo. we ran with soaking wet shoes for the entire length of the race, and when i took my socks off, my feets were white and bloated. blechh. i experienced zero hip pain! miracle i thought i pooped my shorts. i kept looking down to see if diarrhea was running down my legs. in the end, they were only imaginary poops. maybe eating 2/3 box of girlscout cookies the night before had something to do with it (damn you, samoas! 700 calories worth of cookies in one sitting) at mile 23 i used a porta-potty and was stuck in my stall because i couldn't close my hands to pull up my shorts! my fingers were shaking for whatever reason. i kept trying to slide my shorts up with the palms of my hands, but because of the rain, they were stuck to my legs. i thought i would have to walk out with my bare ass to ask someone to help me. after 5 minutes i managed to get them up and now i am drinking fresh juice out of a young coconut and then i am going to bed # Friday, March 18, 2011 ( 1:28 AM ) shut up christine m is digging through his top secret drawer in search of his computer warranty a long time ago he actually said to me, "You can never, i repeat, NEVERRRR open this drawer" which of course made me paranoid. probably nekkid pictures of his ex-girlfriends or something or other anywho he's shuffling through his top secret drawer and he pulls out a white paper bag and i say mmmhmmm what's that? he hands it to me and it's a paper bag from a bakery where he bought me cookies a few months ago and i had drawn on the bag thank you i love you! he's a simple guy, ya know? doesn't care much for material stuff. like, i could fit his entire wardrobe in my backpack but sometimes he keeps my trash curious little creature # Wednesday, March 16, 2011 ( 1:01 PM ) shut up christine mattress cemetery, a poem. there are hella mattresses on my street. i believe mattresses come here to die.   Monday, March 14, 2011 ( 1:03 AM ) shut up christine with six days to go, i regret that i waited until the week before the marathon to order a new pair of shoes, which haven't come in yet. twas pointless this late in the game since i have no time to break them in that i didn't train properly. i ran when i felt like it, which wasn't often. that my left butt cheek deflated, not that i had much booty to begin with. what little i had, left me, only to be replaced with dull hip pain. could have done strengthening exercises for my left side however i am grateful to m who followed me on his skateboard during every single one of my night runs. he also equipped me with a whistle and pepper spray these runs would last over two hours every time i looked back he would kindly give me a thumbs up or nod his head # Friday, March 11, 2011 ( 12:06 PM ) shut up christine what do you think?  via here # ( 11:28 AM ) shut up christine tsunami m and i watched on tv as hundreds of cars were swept away some with their lights and windshield wipers still going prayers for japan, and all of m's family # ( 1:33 AM ) shut up christine curious experiment! 1. get a chapstick (any flavor) 2. go into a dark room such as a closet 3. quickly & repeatedly rub your finger along the chapstick tube, over the wrapper does it.....glow? i always get lots of green sparks, bright like a glowstick or firefly. sometimes m can do it too, but not as bright. can you?! this must mean i am: - magicals - an alien - super electrically charged - crazy # Wednesday, March 09, 2011 ( 2:47 PM ) shut up christine grow i love coming home  this is the window above our kitchen sink each of these plants was gifted or bought for a dollar or less from Exotic Succulents   tabletop trees  in the space between my stove and fridge Tuesday, March 08, 2011 ( 11:42 AM ) shut up christine  today marks the 100th anniversary of international women's day today i honor the amazing women in my life who have helped me be the woman i am especially my mother, sister, and leah professors wade, taylor, and tazmin my little cousins kriselle, marielle, and donna and friends like linda hahn, amy tsai, sonal thakur, ella gomez, loralei bingamon, michelle woo, ann nguyen, kat james, jamie de luna, asha & arti patel, sonali fiske and so many others who continually inspire me to be a great human being happy women's day!! image above via messages for UN women - in pictures Saturday, March 05, 2011 ( 8:41 PM ) shut up christine my baby niece's baptism is approaching. i am not catholic, but this is an important occasion for her parents, and especially her grandparents. i am happy to be part of it. below is a beautiful prayer for leah, as she begins this new chapter in her life We pray for children We pray for children who sneak popsicles before supper, who erase holes in math workbooks, who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food, who like ghost stories, who can never find their shoes And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire, who can’t bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who are born in places we wouldn’t be caught dead in, who never go to the circus, who live in an X-rated world. We pray for children who sleep with the dog and bury the goldfish, who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions, who get visits from the tooth fairy, who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money. And we pray for those who never get dessert, who have no safe blanket to drag behind them, who watch their parents watch them die, who can’t find any bread to steal, who don’t have any rooms to clean up, whose pictures aren’t on anybody’s dresser, whose monsters are real. We pray for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday, who shove dirty clothes under the bed, and never rinse out the tub, who don’t like to be kissed in front of the carpool, who squirm in church or temple and scream in the phone, whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry. And we pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything, who have never seen a dentist, who aren’t spoiled by anybody, who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, who live and move, but have no being. We pray for children who want to be carried… and for those who must, for those we never give up on…and for those who don’t get a second chance, for those we smother…and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it. Ina J. Huges
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(School Teacher) ( 1:15 AM ) shut up christine controverse i'll begin this post by first admitting that i was ABOUT to say Villa Park Councilwoman Deborah Pauly is a big ol' bigoty bitchfor real, that's what i was thinking. but i don't always say what i'm thinking, because i, too, can be a nasty bitch. usually i manage to exercise enough self-restraint before too much evil filth erupts out of my mouth into the cosmos. after some thought, i craft a facebook (yes, facebook) message to her - respectfully voicing my opinion. i start out by writing "you will probably delete this message..." she responds immediately. i figure its an automated response, so i write back.. respond, send. respond, send. holy, we are conversing. we didn't get into it too deep but a dialogue began and hopefully it will continue. it needs to continue, not just between the two of us, but among our community. i will probably seek her out at upcoming events so we can Life isn't virtual. kermit suggested that we do something nice and love-filled in the OC (and perhaps for ms. pauly) in light of these events. THIS is the caliber of the people i roll with. my friends continually strive to do nice things for people they disagree with. so badass # Friday, March 04, 2011 ( 12:35 AM ) shut up christine i did another 12 miles today (!!!!) but this time i almost threw up all over my shoes on to more important matters... my friend kristeen singh went to a conference where a speaker, sean, talked about his experiences traveling and volunteering in the congo. the congo has been a war ravaged country since 1998, and many of the soldiers are children. kristeen writes:
What Sean learned changed his life forever. After a friend gave him a whistle, he thought their weapon could be our voice. He created Falling Whistles. You can now buy a whistle, which will help raise awareness about the conflict and essentially allow you to “Wear the protest”.you can read the rest of kristeen's poignant write-up here to learn more, or to purchase a whistle of which the proceeds support the rehabilitation of children affected by the war, visit fallingwhistles.com (and if you only want to spend one minute more on this topic, definitely spend that precious minute reading THE STORY)   images via Falling Whistles
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Wednesday, March 02, 2011 ( 8:38 PM ) shut up christine ohhhh whaaaaaaat i ran 12 miles today! go me. that is all # |
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