arm wrestling

September 27, 2010

You may all know that I love to arm wrestle. Well really, I love to kill my competition. So maybe I’m on a two match losing streak, but at least they were to reputable opponents (guy friend and DC Rollergirl at the H Street festival). Prior to that, I have crushed most of the people crazy enough to attempt to beat me, men and women alike. Perhaps it was a fluke; that I’m not sure of. Luckily, we can find out at the DC Ladies Arm Wrestling Competition.

Unfortunately, this is the first I’m hearing of this so will likely not be able to contend in the match this weekend; but having something as random as an organized arm wrestling competition is exactly why I love DC. And you can bet that I will be submitting my application shortly to participate in the next round. Apparently, all I need to do is email them with a wrestling name and they will include me in a future contest. Oddly, no number of prior winnings is required, as one might require to enter a big race.

So I’ve mentioned this to a few friends, and here are some names they have come up with:

(1) Sara Slasher
(2) The Swan

Having not received any other suggestions as of late, I am apt to go with The Swan. Not only will this name allow me to catch my opponents off guard as I do give off a gentle, swan-like appearance, but it is also my animal nickname (see description to the right). My opponents will go in thinking I’ll be a pushover, only to be overcome by my brute strength. Pending other great suggestions, I am going with this. Submit names now or forever hold your peace.

a/k/a “The Swan”

*Update: We have two votes now for “J-Bird.” Given that this is my actual nickname AND it was given to me by Big D, who I actually met (and beat) arm wrestling, this suggestion has some serious merit. Further, it still gives off the gentle, bird-like persona. Add this to the list and vote accordingly.

(3) J-Bird



September 27, 2010

moving sucks.  Just in case you were not aware.  Moving sucks even more if you are doing it by yourself. Figured this move would be a piece of cake since I am just moving upstairs. Negative. It has actually taken me 4 days to move stuff already and I’m still not done. Next time I move, it’ll be to another building so that I can make an excuse to hire movers. In fact, I don’t think I’m ever moving again. It’s just that bad.

On a side note, I moved into a loft unit. The stairs to the loft are…interesting. My friends helped me move the big stuff over the weekend, and immediately upon entering the unit said that someone is going to knock their eye out if I don’t put pillows over a portion of the staircase that juts out, just waiting for someone to ram into it. So what do I do on Sunday? Ram my head into it – twice. Also, those stairs are steep and narrow. So if I happen to disappear and no one can locate me, it is because I fell down those stairs. Hopefully it does not come to this.

Another thing I learned over the weekend: the reason I am still single is actually because of my TV. After my friends enlightened me with this new information, I think it’s about time to upgrade to a flat screen.

my old school 1970's wood panel 19" TV

I am sad to part with this old school TV, simply because it’s been in the family for longer than I’ve been alive. In fact, I tried to get rid of the thing last year and did, only to reclaim it because I wasn’t in a position at the time to buy an upgraded model. Shockingly, Felipe actually wanted it but now does not. Luckily, it seems that people on freecycle will take anything and everything you happen to offer up. So hopefully someone scoops this bad boy up before it lands in the dump. That would be sad.

define mid-September

September 23, 2010

Because as far as I can tell, Mr. Mid-September has not made himself known to me yet. In fact, I think I’m actually digressing in progress to meeting my future husband. Or, perhaps I already know him, but I just don’t know it’s him? Really though – how far out does ‘mid-September’ extend to? It is 9/23. Pretty sure we are past the mid month range. However, I have been MIA for a week or two due to preparing for my big move (upstairs). Seriously, who planned that? Worst timing ever. Because I haven’t been out and about on the social scene, does that mean I can extend the ‘mid-September’ range to end of the month? Does that count? May as well go with it. What have I got to loose.

Oh yeah, I may be getting a dog. Hmm, maybe that’s who I’m going to settle down with. At this point, I actually wouldn’t doubt it.

Bike Guy update

September 14, 2010

Hi Readers. You may not believe this, but I found the elusive Bike Guy. How did I manage to accomplish this feat, you may ask? Well, my bike gears were acting up and my baby was just not riding as she used to. So, I brought her into my favorite bike shop for an adjustment over the weekend. Knowing that Bike Guy lives near there and that he goes to said bike shop, I figured I’d just throw out the question to the owner on whether or not he knew Bike Guy. Turns out, to my amazement, he did, so I tell the owner the story about how I think I might have given him the wrong number inadvertently, and I manage to attain Bike Guy’s email address. Interesting.

Of course, this was a major development. I now have in my possession Bike Guy’s contact information. Something like finding gold at the end of a rainbow. What do I do with this information? Of course, I immediately tell some friends about this success. I meet a few of them for drinks, and they tell me that they want me to craft the email immediately and send it via my iPhone. Okay people, it’s not that pressing. They even attempt to craft the email for me. Big D said the email should only be three sentences max. Impact statement, question, and closer. He was very adamant about this. Apparently that is how things work in the sales world, and he thought I was selling myself. No, I am just giving him the correct number, I think. Big D also told me not to mention that I thought I had given him the wrong number. I disagreed. The wrong number was the reason I was searching for him in the first place! I would not try to find someone who I knew just did not call me. Choosing not to heed Big D’s advice, later on that evening, I write up a quick email saying I think I mixed up the last two digits of my phone number and asked whether or not he still was up for going on a ride.

Now, it is a gamble on whether or not Bike Guy will respond to this email. It has been almost two months since the alleged “bike date” occurred, and here I am, still seeking this guy out, going on the premise that I gave him the wrong number.

As luck would have it, Bike Guy responds. This is the first line of his email,

I am impressed with your ability to track down my email address.

Read: I cannot believe that you have stalked me like this for the past two months and have managed to get my contact information.

Moving on, he then proceeds to say that he had been meaning to call me to go on a ride, but has just either had people in town or has been out of town, so there was no time to actually go on said ride. But that he would definitely still be up for a ride, asking when I am free.

Well, that throws my entire theory off. Dude just didn’t call me! Clearly, I was way more into getting to know this guy than he was into getting to know me. To make matters even worse, I still have no idea whether or not I am not losing my mind and that I had mixed up the last two digits of my phone number. I figured on my response email, I probably should hold off on asking him to check his phone to see; maybe that topic is better off discussing in person. Regardless, I did respond with some dates in which I was free. No response back as of late. But honestly, given that he clearly is just not that interested, at this point I care more about finding out what number he has in his phone than the actual guy. I have come to the sad conclusion that this may never actually happen.

And the hunt for Mr. Mid-September lives on.

bathroom sidebar

September 1, 2010

Was just in the bathroom at work (why do so many of my stories center around the bathroom?) and happened to be in a stall with one of The Walkers. Actually, since I last posted about The Walkers, one of them must have left the job because there is now only one Walker. She walks by [as we speak…there she goes!] in her sneaks and suit pumping her arms. It’s really amusing. So I was in the stall in the restroom and looked down and saw a pair of sneaks in the stall next to me. Sure enough, it was one of The Walkers and she was chatting with someone else in another stall. As she’s heading out, she literally announces to end the conversation,

Walker: okay, I’m walking!

I just found that amusing. It’s the little things.