Adventures in America

They've Got Soles!

It was a sad moment… I hated to get rid of a shoe, and what I was doing wasn’t much better; mutilation didn’t strike me as recycling. Now, I knew that I probably would never wear this shoe again. It was one of the old ones that had hidden in a closet for a couple of years, only to reappear when I returned home without my current pair. They got all excited as I laced them up tight, and we went a few easy miles together, enjoying the sunshine.
It was betrayal to go in like a phony surgeon. It wasn’t anything I liked doing, but at least I wasn’t throwing them out. And I knew that in the next couple of years, as my visits home grew fewer – that eventually my mom would find this pair and toss them too. That made me feel a bit better about the procedure.
See, I had been running for about two weeks, and my ankle killed, even when I wasn’t running anymore. My old coach helped me diagnose the situation, and was the one to recommend this treatment, “What you need to do is take the pad from an old shoe and cut it in half, then insert it into this one here.” It sounded simple enough, and I was willing to do it in order to make the pain subside. It had even been adding time to my default pace – I wasn’t going to let that happen for much longer.
It was clear, it was the shoe or me, and well, self-preservation is a powerful motivator. Or else I dare say I wouldn’t ever have turned against my old shoe like that. We went way back to junior year of high school. That shoe took me though some great miles, and we ran with some great friends.
But there I sat, legs crossed on the floor by the closet, the scissors in my hand. I wondered if this would work. So I cut. It was easy enough. When I was done, there were two beings, and it looked like they sorely missed the other. I sighed and took the right half into the other room. Then I made the transplant, inserting it into my current shoe. It was done. Now all that was left to take care of was my coordination… an adventure that I fear will take many more winters to fix….

posted by Melissa @ 7:41 PM 2 comments

another day at the depot

So am at work the other day, like I always am, when somebody asks me to cut a piece of tile. This is no big deal because this is one of the things that I do and it’s easy. So I head off to the back room, the janitors closet, to cut the tile. When I go to plug in the cord I find it in a bucket of water. At this point I have two thoughts. 1) This could be fun and 2) I wish I had a witness for all that is about to happen. So I take the cord out of the water, quickly fling it about to dry it off, and plug it in. now of all the endless possibilities that could have happened what is it that you suppose actually happened? Well I’ll tell you. Nothing. What a disappointment. I wanted fire works. So I cut the tile and forget about all that has just occurred. Once I’m done I have to clean up so I reach down to unplug the saw, not remembering anything about water, electricity, or fire works. So I lean forward, touch the plug and assume that my arm just got a bad cramp and fell asleep. Now aside from all of the time where I call myself a genius, I must say that I am not always the brightest of persons. At this point a smart person would let go of the plug, but not me. After a while, couple of seconds, minutes, hours, I let go then it all comes back to me and I know what has just transpired. So I hive the customer the tile back and quickly tell every one I know the cool stuff that just happened. Now that y'all have just wasted away part of your life reading this don't you feel good? Who’s the not so bright one now? Ha ha ha. I'm sure that you can imagine what other stupid stories that I have yet to tell, or can you?

posted by JTins13 @ 11:13 PM 2 comments

Blog Superstar

This is my first post on a thing like this. And all i have to say is.. I wanna be a Blog Superstar.... I want people to flock to my writings, and to live by my words. Comments galore..... But can this really happen? Well i guess i have to write something compeling to get you coming back now don't i? Or maybe by a simple word of wisdom will i draw you in like the perfect hook at the end of an otherwise meaningless chorus. I could be poetic, maybe prophetic, but most likely ill just be pathetic. But once again... thats for you to decide. Maybe the way i lay the words down as my fingers tap on the keys to the board of this box. Or yet again maybe not..... Like some of the most memorable songs ever written I could just repeat the same phrase over and over till it sticks like peanut butter to my dogs mouth, but no... Ill just drag on like the songs that adorne the middle of a cd to fill space. Never quite making the playlist of norm and not sad enough to make the list of the depressed. So here i leave you with the thoughts of "are these writings worth the adventure of reading"........

posted by JessR @ 11:03 PM 0 comments

Day One

Well, I’ve done it. I’ve officially become a blogger… eww. I know. But I like to write about myself, and I think that this is the best (and probably least annoying) way to do that whenever I want. No adventures yet – the hour since this blog’s inception have been, well, kinda tied to this computer.

Fear not! Adventure knocks down my door day and night, it knows no curfew…

posted by Melissa @ 2:41 PM 1 comments