Ha. I just found this draft post from last November, and even though it’s incomplete, it’s too good to delete.

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Back in 2006, when I was first living a newly single life in my friend Jeff's townhouse, I cooked an entire Thanksgiving dinner for my friends and family. I had never even made one Thanksgiving dish before, but armed with a series of recipes from my culinarily-gifted friend Mary, I spent an entire day cooking, roasting, stuffing, stirring, and basting. I even went so far as to make my own table centerpieces using stalks from a plant I hacked apart behind the neighborhood entrance sign. It was very Martha Stewart (if she was into trespassing instead of insider trading). The dinner was a success, so several weeks ago I suggested to the Log Posse that we have a Thanksgiving dinner where Bobby and I would host and prepare a number of the dishes and the rest of the Posse would provide the rest. When Bobby left, thereby leaving me with ...continue reading.

Celebrating Two Six

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Dinner with the family at Oyamel, followed by a drive through DC that somehow also included an accidental trip to Dulles Airport... ...after which there were drinks in Arlington with friends, insufficient sleep and a hangover (gasp! the sin!), and brunch with lovely friends who brought a perfectly handcrafted gift.... ...then a visit to the in-laws and a stop at my parents' house, where I was spoiled rotten and fed cupcakes... ...followed by a drive to a favorite spot out west, where a (finally) wise decision was made to heed the angry no trespassing signs... ...and instead to go out for sushi, and then home to eat way too much candy corn (which equates to, like, five pieces). The last moment of the day was an unexpected text message that was appreciated more than the sender will know. It was an excellent weekend, thanks to my husband, Mom and Pops, Jen ...continue reading.

I Wish I’d Stuck My Fist In The Cake

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Last night was Bobby's 10-year high school reunion. I KNOW. He'd been on the fence about wanting to go since the announcement first came out, but because the event was held five minutes from our house and the $99 ticket was going to admit him and a guest, we decided to make it a fun date night. I'm a sucker for anything that involves dressing up and dancing. I KNOW. It turns out he'd read the website incorrectly: the "enter your guest's name here" field was strictly for the purpose of relating guests to graduates. We got a call yesterday afternoon from a guy at Capital Reunions telling Bobby he needed to pay another $99 so that I could attend as well. Bobby waffled for a few minutes before deciding that no event would be worth spending $200 to attend, so we made other plans. Just as our 45-minute wait ...continue reading.

Spawn!

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If you'd asked me a year ago if I wanted children, I would have said yes enthusiastically and even explained my ongoing debate about when in my cycling career it would be best to fit giving birth to the aforementioned baby. Somewhere along the way, I found my answer: NEVER. Okay, that's bullshit; I'm still on the fence. I just wanted to end that paragraph with something more dramatic than MEH. I think my issue with kids is twofold. First, I am realistic about my personality: I am neurotic about my space, cleanliness, staying in top physical shape for riding, attaining my goals, and being organized and in control. None of those are conducive to having a helpless being come out of my body and require that I wipe its butt and teach it to be a person. From what I can tell, toddlers are not generally obsessed with goal-reaching ...continue reading.

On Gender Egalitarianism: Since that’s not a catchy title, how about, “Bitchy Post In Which I Reference My Hoo Ha.”

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Something minor happened today that bothered me. When my father and I got to the shooting range this morning, there were a group of old men occupying half of the lanes. They watched us grab our bags and walk up to the firing line, at which point one man came over to tell us that they were sighting in some guns but that we could use the lanes on the far end. Except he didn't say just that; he said, "You can set up down there, especially if she's just learning." Let me think. I first shot a gun when I was probably ten. I used to shoot 2-3 times a week, I know how to handle a gun, I own my own Sig Sauer .40 that I specifically chose. Last week I shot the two cleanest rounds anyone had seen all day in a bowling pin shootout competition. Today ...continue reading.

Eating Disorderly Conduct

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I had one slice of apple pie a la mode after dinner and now I'm thinking about putting on my heart rate monitor and jumping on the bed until I burn a slice of pie's worth of calories. Jesus, these are some serious issues. Eating has always been a sensitive subject. I love to eat, and while I have a generally healthy diet, I also have a sweet tooth and the periodic inability to stop putting food in my mouth. Add in all of the training (which increases my appetite enormously) and the pressure to be competitive on the bike (the more I have to carry uphill, the slower I go), and I struggle constantly with my eating. Am I eating enough? Am I eating too much? Am I feeding my muscles or overstuffing my gut? Am I actually hungry or am I just craving? AM I OUT OF MY MIND? ...continue reading.