We got a whole lot of snow today. It’s still snowing. The husband and I took a stroll through our neighborhood.
The lottery drawing for the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler happened this morning. Tom and I were not selected. Bummer. I WOULD like to know why no other Pickards were selected in the lottery. Seems like an odd coincidence to me. Coincidence or the birth of a new conspiracy?
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“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
“Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
“VIRGINIA O’HANLON.
“115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
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This is kind of crazy to me. I lived in Dupont Circle. I lived a block away from the Real World house. I lived in a wildly cute apartment situated above two shops. Granted, I had moved out many months before they even began filming - BUT STILL! I did all my grocery shopping (with the exception of the times I hauled myself put to the Whole Foods on P Street) on the street this house was on. As an avid Real World watcher (I’m not really proud of that), the fact that a RW season was filmed in my old hood just blows my mind…even though all of the cast looks like total d-bags. Whatever! I’ll still watch and freak out (unnecessarily) when I see things I recognize. I will be UNBEARABLE to watch this with. Sorry.
I had a bad day today.
Let me preface this by saying that I know there are people who have it far worse than I do.
I had to attend a horrible meeting with people I see once a year at best. It’s hard to explain what they do without outing details of where I work, but I will say that these are the kind of folks who don’t really have a lot of experience in a corporate office. On top of that, a bunch of them are rude as can be and have a tendency to tell absolute lies in an attempt to get the attention off of them.
My best buddy at work went to his second interview for a job he stands a very good chance at getting. It’s a wonderful opportunity for him and his family. Selfishly, I really don’t want to see him go. We’ve worked together for the last (almost) six years and he’s truly been like a brother to me.
I left the house without my oatmeal.
I started developing a gnawing pain underneath my ribcage. At first I thought it was an ulcer. While that’s still a possibility, I think it was mostly stress/anxiety related.
The parking garage under our apartment building is undergoing some kind of renovation, so sections of it are closed off and there aren’t as many parking spaces. Now people who work in the building next door (we share the garage with them) are parking where the residents park. I have been parking in the same spot every day since we moved in. Yesterday someone was parked in my spot. Annoying. Today, someone had just parked their car in my spot. Really annoying. I know it’s just a parking spot, but having to park somewhere else is really messing me up.
There was a new menu for my favorite pizza place under my door when I got home. After the day I had, I could really go for one of their pizzas tonight, but we’re being extra careful with our spending this week. So basically, seeing the menu was total torture.
I’m just happy to be home now.
Two years ago today…
my now husband proposed to me.
We celebrated the occasion with a pre-dinner beer, pulled pork sandwiches, spinach salad and red wine.
Blissful!
Regrets - Dave Matthews Band
This was before our hike up the steep mountain on Friday. That’s a real machete, a real BMW and a real man.
We were out of town when this happened, but this was the mess we came home to. The funny thing is that we bought new shelves the morning we returned home because we weren’t sure how sturdy the Ikea shelves were.
(This happened a while ago, but I kept forgetting to share the photos.)
The husband and I had a pretty nice 3 mile run today. I’m not a naturally great runner, so being able to run miles under 10 minutes is a big accomplishment. Right now, we’re doing a half marathon training plan. It’s going pretty well so far. We have an 8 mile long run scheduled for tomorrow. I even linked my Nike+ account to my Facebook, so my running schedule and running effort is made pretty public. That’s a pretty good incentive to try your best.
I already have my sights set high; I want us to register to for 2010 Marine Corps Marathon. Let’s see how this goes!
