So, little blog....how I have neglected you.
I still don't know if blogging is for me. Does the universe need my thoughts? Doubtful. Sometimes it is nice to get them out though.
Instead of riding coasters for a year....I went on 10 medical school interviews, met a boy, and learned how to run. I thought only idiots and people on COPS ran. I didn't understand.
Well, now I do.
3 half-marathons later and here I am: sitting in bed, in pain, and wanting to get up and do it all over again tomorrow. It is the only thing that keeps me sane. Medical school is similar to law school in that there are uncomfortable and unsatisfying hoops to jump through. Am I learning anything? I don't know. At least this time my personality is a bit more cemented, so I can hold on to who I am instead of questioning that as well as my career choice. I know I will be a good doctor...I'm just not sure if I can be a good medical student, too.
So, running has been the focus and the outlet. If I run, I eat well. If I want to eat well, I need to go to the grocery store. And really, since I am easily embarrassed by things like dirty laundry, if I want to run, I need to have clean clothes. It takes care of so many things by itself, and provides me with a structure that somehow 8 hours a day of Anatomy could not.
But running wasn't enough, was it? No....I had to mention triathlons to Andrea. She said she wants to do an Ironman in 2013. I told her I would only commit to a half until I saw whether or not I liked the full marathon distance. 3 weeks of obsessing over the tri and I:
-have done some bricks (loved them more than I could have ever dreamed)
-have bought a bike (her name is Pearl)
-am back to obsessing (typical mental state)
My knee hurts. My hip hurts. I thought I was done with all of the pain. I thought, after the last half, that my body had finally figured it all out, and was just going to run smoothly.
It hasn't. Even I know it was stupid. But for a month, it felt like it could be true.
It hurts. But I keep doing it.
Please at least feign that the symbolism isn't smashing you over the head.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Potato Famine Is Over, You Can Come Home Now.
Today's title is brought to you by Bono.
Thanks to my newfound friend Emily, I decided to take a culinary adventure today. She introduced me to the stunningly beautiful blog of Joy The Baker who had a recipe for a potato-heavy fritatta. If the amazing pictures had not sold me on the recipe, the directions stating "toss the potatoes, butter, and onions with your hands" would have. It is so satisfying to get dirty when you cook.
As a side note....I am slightly baking obsessed. For the past 6 years I have lived in an apartment with very little storage space. My obsession for kitchen gadgets and bake ware has created a visible tumble of everyday items such as paper towels and sponges so that every available piece of cabinet real estate can be used for muffin tins and heart-shaped bundt pans. This often leads people to asking why I need so many boxes of Ziploc freezer bags lounging on exposed shelves above my sink (the answer is that just like you, I buy them in bulk at Costco, however I don't have enough cabinet space to house them because my breast cancer chocolate molds are taking up too much space) and then getting frustrated by my seemingly unexplainable "messy" kitchen.
Back to the potatoes.
Of course, like most things, the road to potato happiness did not run smoothly. First, I forgot the onion and had to go back to the store. Then, upon returning home, I found that my 85 pound dog, Phoebe, had taken it on herself to taste the butter for me, just to be sure it was fresh. She had almost completed a whole stick and would have probably started in on a second one if I hadn't gotten back so quickly. Finally, the grocery store tried to charge me twice for my onions. How did I catch the mistake? Why, I was doing math in my head while they rang me up, of course.
Has anyone ever told you that the things you learned in math class are useless? That you will never use them again? I am here to tell you that they LIED.
Maybe that is an overstatement. If everyone who told me that math was useless was knowingly lying to me, that would be an indication of a conspiracy that even my imagination could not fathom. I think it is more accurate to say that they did not know the truth.
What is the truth? Math is important. Without it, you will often not get the correct change. You can't get a degree in engineering or chemistry. You will not be able to balance your own checking account, and you will forever mourn the C you received in statistics.
Like a lot of things in life that are difficult but semi-mandatory, it is so much easier to brush it off as being stupid, useless, and a waste of time. It is harder to commit to it and incorporate it into your soul. I have finally come to appreciate (if not love) math. In fact, I wish that I had gone further in math before taking all of the chemistry, biology, and physics classes because they would have made so much more sense. I now understand what acceleration truly is because I know how to do the math. Before calculus, I was trying to relate acceleration to a feeling. Unfortunately, my natural instincts in physics seem to be useless, hence my substandard understanding.
The scary part to me is that anyone would call ANY education useless or a waste of time.
Unfortunately, I think that this is a symptom of a greater generalized apathy.
Caring is uncool. Passion is overrated. Being spicy is frowned upon.
Well you know what? Screw that. I care. I am passionate. And I would like to think that one of the things my friends enjoy most about me is my spiciness. I give you permission to get spicy, especially around me. Care about something uncool, and get a little dirty. It makes everything more fun.
I'm sure you were wondering what I topped that amazing frittata with. Jalapeno Sour Cream, of course.
You know you want to try it.
Jalapeno Sour Cream
16 oz. container of sour cream
1 jar of jalapenos
2 tbsp jalapeno juice
Finely chop up the desired amount of jalapenos. I use about 4 tablespoons per 8 oz. sour cream. Feel free to add more or less depending on your tastes. Mix in the jalapenos and jalapeno juice. Dollop on top of Joy's amazing frittata. Enjoy!!
P.S. - Six Flags Magic Mountain Trip planned for August 16th. Stay tuned.
Thanks to my newfound friend Emily, I decided to take a culinary adventure today. She introduced me to the stunningly beautiful blog of Joy The Baker who had a recipe for a potato-heavy fritatta. If the amazing pictures had not sold me on the recipe, the directions stating "toss the potatoes, butter, and onions with your hands" would have. It is so satisfying to get dirty when you cook.
As a side note....I am slightly baking obsessed. For the past 6 years I have lived in an apartment with very little storage space. My obsession for kitchen gadgets and bake ware has created a visible tumble of everyday items such as paper towels and sponges so that every available piece of cabinet real estate can be used for muffin tins and heart-shaped bundt pans. This often leads people to asking why I need so many boxes of Ziploc freezer bags lounging on exposed shelves above my sink (the answer is that just like you, I buy them in bulk at Costco, however I don't have enough cabinet space to house them because my breast cancer chocolate molds are taking up too much space) and then getting frustrated by my seemingly unexplainable "messy" kitchen.
Back to the potatoes.
Of course, like most things, the road to potato happiness did not run smoothly. First, I forgot the onion and had to go back to the store. Then, upon returning home, I found that my 85 pound dog, Phoebe, had taken it on herself to taste the butter for me, just to be sure it was fresh. She had almost completed a whole stick and would have probably started in on a second one if I hadn't gotten back so quickly. Finally, the grocery store tried to charge me twice for my onions. How did I catch the mistake? Why, I was doing math in my head while they rang me up, of course.
Has anyone ever told you that the things you learned in math class are useless? That you will never use them again? I am here to tell you that they LIED.
Maybe that is an overstatement. If everyone who told me that math was useless was knowingly lying to me, that would be an indication of a conspiracy that even my imagination could not fathom. I think it is more accurate to say that they did not know the truth.
What is the truth? Math is important. Without it, you will often not get the correct change. You can't get a degree in engineering or chemistry. You will not be able to balance your own checking account, and you will forever mourn the C you received in statistics.
Like a lot of things in life that are difficult but semi-mandatory, it is so much easier to brush it off as being stupid, useless, and a waste of time. It is harder to commit to it and incorporate it into your soul. I have finally come to appreciate (if not love) math. In fact, I wish that I had gone further in math before taking all of the chemistry, biology, and physics classes because they would have made so much more sense. I now understand what acceleration truly is because I know how to do the math. Before calculus, I was trying to relate acceleration to a feeling. Unfortunately, my natural instincts in physics seem to be useless, hence my substandard understanding.
The scary part to me is that anyone would call ANY education useless or a waste of time.
Unfortunately, I think that this is a symptom of a greater generalized apathy.
Caring is uncool. Passion is overrated. Being spicy is frowned upon.
Well you know what? Screw that. I care. I am passionate. And I would like to think that one of the things my friends enjoy most about me is my spiciness. I give you permission to get spicy, especially around me. Care about something uncool, and get a little dirty. It makes everything more fun.
I'm sure you were wondering what I topped that amazing frittata with. Jalapeno Sour Cream, of course.
You know you want to try it.
Jalapeno Sour Cream
16 oz. container of sour cream
1 jar of jalapenos
2 tbsp jalapeno juice
Finely chop up the desired amount of jalapenos. I use about 4 tablespoons per 8 oz. sour cream. Feel free to add more or less depending on your tastes. Mix in the jalapenos and jalapeno juice. Dollop on top of Joy's amazing frittata. Enjoy!!
P.S. - Six Flags Magic Mountain Trip planned for August 16th. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
It Starts.
Welcome! Am I supposed to welcome you? I'm not sure. It is pretty presumptuous of me to assume that there is a "you" to welcome. But I like to think positively.
So.....welcome!!!!
As the first three lines have implied....I am an amateur blogger. It is not that I haven't had anything to say. It is that I didn't think anyone wanted to listen. Of course now I am old enough to realize that it doesn't matter if anyone listens; some things need to be documented.
This is one of those things.
After 6 years living in Sleepytown, my life seems to finally be taking a bit of a turn. I am applying to medical school. It is a bit scary to even type it. Because the idea of being in graduate school again makes me want to wet my pants a bit, I have decided that I need to have as much fun as I possibly can for the next year. The solution?: Roller Coasters.
I am going to ride as many coasters as I can in North America in the next year.
Why? Well...why not?
Excuse #1: It is a great reason to travel to places I have never been before. I've never been to Indiana. I've never had a reason to go. But you can bet your ass I will be showing up to go to Holiday World.
Excuse #2: You never know when you will never be able to ride a coaster again.
Excuse #3: Coasters are awesome.
I think three excuses should do it.
I promise to document all of the coasters I ride with relatively good timeliness. I don't promise that coasters are all I will talk about. I hope you enjoy it.
P.S. If you have any blogging advice or would like to lend your expertise, it is welcome! I am trying to figure out a way to have a map and ongoing list of every coaster. Feel free to comment or email if you know how I can do this.
So.....welcome!!!!
As the first three lines have implied....I am an amateur blogger. It is not that I haven't had anything to say. It is that I didn't think anyone wanted to listen. Of course now I am old enough to realize that it doesn't matter if anyone listens; some things need to be documented.
This is one of those things.
After 6 years living in Sleepytown, my life seems to finally be taking a bit of a turn. I am applying to medical school. It is a bit scary to even type it. Because the idea of being in graduate school again makes me want to wet my pants a bit, I have decided that I need to have as much fun as I possibly can for the next year. The solution?: Roller Coasters.
I am going to ride as many coasters as I can in North America in the next year.
Why? Well...why not?
Excuse #1: It is a great reason to travel to places I have never been before. I've never been to Indiana. I've never had a reason to go. But you can bet your ass I will be showing up to go to Holiday World.
Excuse #2: You never know when you will never be able to ride a coaster again.
Excuse #3: Coasters are awesome.
I think three excuses should do it.
I promise to document all of the coasters I ride with relatively good timeliness. I don't promise that coasters are all I will talk about. I hope you enjoy it.
P.S. If you have any blogging advice or would like to lend your expertise, it is welcome! I am trying to figure out a way to have a map and ongoing list of every coaster. Feel free to comment or email if you know how I can do this.
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