And that's why I don't rule the world.

I haven't ran in two days and I'm currently eating banana bread for dinner. No, I don't feel bad about it. Judge if you must.

I'm feeling the pangs of why it sucks to live far away from your family. When something bad (or wonderful) happens, giving yourself a big hug just doesn't cut it. Plus it kind of makes you look like a huge loser.

A little bit like this but not really.

Yesterday morning while my stepdad was taking his and my mom's dog (Abby) for a walk, a vicious dog ran up and attacked Abby. Abby had to have emergency surgery to fix multiple puncture wounds around her neck and my stepdad, who was bitten in the hand, had to have seven shots because the dog's drunk owner took off with his dog before they could get the dog's history.

How are idiots like this allowed in this world? I've decided that before people are allowed to procreate, there should be an IQ test and if their child is in danger of being a fucktard, they shouldn't be allowed to conceive. This is probably why I'm not the ruler of the world.

I talked to my mom earlier today and referred to the guy as an asshole. And I didn't get grounded. Being an adult FTW!

Like saying "shit" without being punished.

I really wish I could be with them right now. Thankfully everyone's at home healing and MAN do I hope karma finds that douche-bag. (I've decided he's got many nicknames).

Dear Karma, do it for Abby.

Also, this morning while in a meeting my purple pen ran out of ink and AND I had to wake up and go to work today. Life is so unfair!

My record-breaking race

People do lots of things to break records, including running races wearing ridiculous things.

There's the guy who ran a marathon wearing flip flops (in 2:46.58, no less!),

the record-breakers for most runners linked to complete a marathon,

34 runners tied together

and the fastest person to complete a half marathon dressed as an animal.

There's also a woman who hula-hooped through an entire marathon.

And, well, this guy..

There are many many more listed on the Guinness Book of World Records site. 

As for me? It seems I may have set a new record in my half marathon this past weekend...running an entire half marathon with my eyes closed.

Run-napping. It's my special skill.

He's so creepy!

I love waking up to Facebook posts about the previous night's debate. Since I'm still recovering from my lack of sleep over the weekend, I fell asleep before 9pm and didn't even think about turning on the TV beforehand. The one thing I couldn't wait to read about from last night's debate? Romney's Binder full of Women.

Mittens. Hehe. Mittens.

Oh Bill.

In that vein, yesterday Michelle Obama was on campus at UNC, speaking in the building next door to the one I work in. This means there was a line of obnoxious students that reached past my office window pretty much the entire day, waiting to get in. It also meant buses off campus after work were running different routes. It would have been awesome to be informed of this instead of waiting an hour for the bus to come in the afternoon. Basically Michelle Obama's visit just sort of pissed me off. I'm sure her speech was great, but it did nothing to help me out.

It's a good thing you're pretty, Mrs. O.

After struggling through a run yesterday after work, I needed something new to watch on Netflix. In scrolling through the choices, I came across something troubling.

It's a good thing I wasn't looking for a witty movie, because someone who hasn't watched either of these movies before would be extremely disappointed.

Although, I feel like Mittens would enjoy them.

I need wings

In walking through my house the other day, I realized I have way too many bare walls still. I'm not a big fan of hanging pictures of people (personal preference) and since I don't exactly have my own family, they'd all be pictures of me anyway and I'm just not narcissistic (or photogenic) enough for that.

I've had a sweet print on my "favorites" list on etsy for a while and decided it was time to just order it. Are you ready for this? Because it's awesome.

I ordered it with a purple background. Motivation to paint my master bathroom.

This is how I remembered where I parked at the airport.

And I still had to ask "information" how to get back there.

I've decided, based on this weekend, that I really hate flying. I knew I hated it, but now i REALLY hate it. I just never feel that great afterwards. This was my motivation to get out the door on Friday morning to get to the airport early.

Meet my friend, the Siren.

I had a layover in Philadelphia, PA both on the way to CT and on the way back. There was a sign in the airport that made me so happy.

I'd vote for him as mayor too with a name like NUTTER!

Because I'm a weirdo, fun airplane window pictures:

Hello Connecticut!

SO fluffy!

Something about this terrifies me.

Any other photos of flying would involve my middle finger, so I'll stop there.

You're welcome.