Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Running is fun…in short doses

Hobbes: I didn't realize fun was so much work. Calvin: When you're serious about having fun, it's not much fun at all.

Jocelyn: Ah! I love these run workouts. Intervals are divine! It’s just like we’re playing.

Whitney: Yah, the kind of playing where you feel like you’re going to vomit.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

There I was minding Okapi’s business

Okapi and I needed some time apart. He was getting too much attention, so Joe invited Okapi to go with him on a business trip to the Caribbean. Joe was glad to have Okapi for company, and I enjoyed some quiet time without Okapi’s trouble making.

Okapi in the crystal blue water Okapi thinks these flowers are more beautiful than the cherry blossoms. A public service announcement from Okapi Okapi loves the Book of Mormon Knee deep in sand This water is much clearer than the reflecting pool in DC

Sunday, April 25, 2010

I need to practice declining

Here’s the new party line: No thank you, I’m training for a triathlon.  I tried it out this morning when my roommate offered me a cinnamon roll. It seemed to go over pretty well.

So, when someone asks me to hit up Georgetown Cupcake, I need to say, No thank you, I’m training for a triathlon. When the talk of Boba stirs the air, I need to say, No thank you, I’m training for a triathlon. When Ben’s Chili Bowl is mentioned, I need to say, No thank you, I’m training for a triathlon. Uggh!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The intermittent letter

I have a slight *roblem with my cell *hone. One of the letters has decided that it will only work about 20% of the time. Last time I had my *hone re*laced by Verizon, the lady informed me that I really shouldn’t have been eligible for a courtesy re*lacement. So, I’ll just wait.

Meanwhile…

There I was minding my own business one Saturday evening. Busily texting my friend, I was chagrined that the letter was not working. In frustration I exclaimed, “Uggh! My * does not work! Well, it works intermittently. Why is my * broken?” My com*anions thought that was hilarious, and they have done their best to s*read the story about how my *ee doesn’t work. There’s nothing quite like bathroom humor to make us giggle. I am much more careful now and try my best to include the *refface: my letter * doesn’t work.

I have become quite ade*t at re*hrasing messages so that they do not include the letter *, as it gets quite cumbersome trying to ex*lain in less than 160 characters that my * is broken.

Friday, April 23, 2010

If I were a bit more adventurous, this would be a better story…

Andrea: What I like about going on vacations with you is that we get to eat meals at regular times. I won’t be hungry when I’m visiting you.

Come visit me. We’ll eat tasty food. Oh, and we’ll see some fun things in DC, too. Just enough to fill the time between the meals, right?

The Scrapple Menu

After perusing The Washington Post’s going out guide, Andrea and I decided to experience The Waffle Shop in Penn Quarter. We sat at the counter and were entertained by the staff’s laughter as we looked over the menu. I didn’t expect to find anything unfamiliar on a waffle shop menu, but sure enough: scrapple. The staff was kind enough to let us know that it was liver and there were some very strong opinions about whether it should be eaten or not. For a minute I couldn’t tell who was serious and who was joking. I waffled for another few minutes about whether I wanted a good story or a good breakfast. I went with a good breakfast. The salmon cake was delicious.

Tastiness on a plate

FYI: Scrapple is a traditional Pennsylvania Dutch dish made from the scraps of hogs including the head, heart, liver, and other scraps. (According to Wikipedia)

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Some things never change

I’m pretty sure I had this conversation with one of my roommates about dating. I love Calvin and Hobbes.

Calvin and Hobbes

It’s all about the food

What do you do after a half marathon?

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Although a bit stiff, Whitney was a great sport and accompanied me to Ben’s Chili Bowl for the most delicious chili fries and chili half-smokes.

This restaurant has all sorts of history, too. I even heard there’s a whole book about the place.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

You’re invited

I’m in the choir and will be doing a short narration. You really don’t want to miss this if you’re in the greater DC area.  The Glorious Restoration

The half marathon

This winter I decided to recruit some friends to join me in training for a half marathon. Some were reluctant. Some were exuberant. Some were determined.

We ran. We trained. We enjoyed each others company. When we felt discouraged, we buoyed each other up. It was great.

Then two weeks before the race, my knees reminded me that they don’t like running. They’ll tolerate 3-6 miles, but once they’re expected to do more than that, they protest.

I didn’t feel like arguing with them. So, I didn’t do the race. It did seem pretty comical that the ringleader of the group, sat on the sidelines.

My girls did amazing. None of them had run a long distant event before and they enjoyed the learning process.

Dantzel runs with style and smiles at mile 7

Dantzel runs with style and smiles at mile 7

The half marathoners: Brandie, Whitney, Emily, & Dantzel

The half marathoners: Brandie, Whitney, Emily, & Dantzel

The proud dad, mentor, coach

The proud dad, mentor, coach

A huge thank you shout out to Clint for his support and encouragement throughout our training.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Springtime with Okapi and Andrea

Okapi

Okapi and the Washington Monument

Okapi at the Lincoln Memorial

Okapi, Andrea, and Cherry Blossoms

It was delightful to have Andrea spend some time with me during spring break.

The medicinal properties of humor

Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.

Bill Cosby

via substance over stuff

I can find the humor in Anxiety. The fears and tensions seep laughter. Her absurd nature invites smiles and chuckles. I can separate myself from the impulses and laugh at Anxiety’s jocose desire to control and manage my life. I am not Anxiety. I am Jocelyn, also jocose. Anxiety and I are friends. We have to be.

However, Depression…Depression is a different creature. Depression is a thief. He steals my desires. He terminates my creativity. He robs laughter. When Depression visits, there is no reason to do the things I love, because he has taken the joy and stuffed it in the closet. When Depression comes, the things I love become insipid acts of routine.

Smiles are forced to hide Depression’s influence on me. Laughter is calculated to camouflage Depression's control of me. Life is staged to mask Depression’s power over me.

Despite Depression whispering in my ear that everything is futile, I cling to my routine because I know Depression and I are not friends. Depression even chases my friend Anxiety away and leaves me wishing that the world would forget about me so I can hide under the bed with the whirls of dust that have collected there.

Depression wants to watch me create loneliness in my life. Depression delights when he notes the meticulous order dissolve into an entropic mess. Depression sneers when I ignore phone calls from people I love and avoid humanity.

I don’t like Depression. I am delighted that he is not visiting me anymore. He decided to leave unannounced. For which I am grateful. After spending time with Depression these last few months, I have never welcomed spending time with my friend Anxiety as much as I do now.

Anxiety and I are friends, although I don’t enjoy taking her to the grocery store.

 

Some reading inspired by my friend Austin’s post:

Depression within Mormonism

Living With Depression
Series Overview
Part I: Recognizing Clinical Depression
Part II: Impact on Daily Life and Family Relationships
Part III: Depression and Spirituality
Part IV: Everything Else, For Now