The Slow Boat to China

It's time for another round of Friday's Letters...and what is basically a post that's the equivalent of blurting out the first thing that pops into my head.


Dear Dr. Sports Medicine/Gait Anaylzer,

When you analyzed my gait and pronounced, "You'll never be a long-distance runner", I almost believed you. Then me, myself and I went out and did 3 sprint triathlons and 2 half-marathons. Good thing my middle name is Contrary. Trying is always an option and while I'll never be a fast long-distance runner, I am a Triathlete and a Half-Marathoner. So there *sticks tongue out at Dr.* I might just be a little bit immature too.


Dear Mud Room Bench,

It wasn't your fault that I didn't follow a plan. It wasn't your fault it's taking me so long to finish you. It's not even your fault that some of your boards are warping just a little bit. It's all me and my silly 'Plans? I don't need no stinkin' plans' attitude. Now that you're basically done except for the decorating, I'm not 100% sure I like you. Or that you'll function as *ahem* planned. But you're mine and soon you'll be shown to the world. Just as soon as I figure out how to outfit your shelves with something useful. Like baskets, or boxes. And figure out what color they should be. And what to do about the wonky top shelf. This might take a while.

Dear Pinterest,

I love you. I love searching for inspiration and having you come back with pretty pictures of just what I was looking for. I love the validation received when someone follows me or repins something I repinned from something someone else repinned from...you get the picture. I love having an easy way to remember cool sites, or projects and being able to organize them. And believing that having them organized in some way translates to my very all-over-the-place life. The thought that maybe one day I'll be as cool and as stylish and as awesome as my boards makes me all warm and fuzzy. I'll just disregard all the horrible copyright infringement problems and your distinct disavowing of any responsibility for said infringement. Delusion is preferable to the alternative.

Dear Self,

Any day now you're going to realize that an entire week has gone by and you've only done 1/2 hour of yoga and seriously, that's long enough to recuperate from your Slow Boat to China half marathon. There's only so much you can get away with before you're in full-blown couch potato mode again. Get. That. Butt. In. Gear.

Dear Reader(s),

Thank you for sticking with me as I slowly work on my house. I suffer from CDI (Chronic Design Indecision), and therefore everything takes about 20x longer for me to finish than what you'll normally see in blogland. And I'm not really a passionate DIY-er; if I could get away with it, everything would get hired out. I'm the idea person, not really the executor. But the process is fun as long as it's not rushed, and since I'm getting tired of the room I'm working on, chances are I'll knock it out a little faster just so I can move on :)