December? I'm still eating turkey, thanks.

Lalalala...butterflies!

Ah yes...code for, I know I have a heap of things to do but if I pretend to be blissfully unaware, it will be January before I know it. And I'll be 10 pounds lighter. And I will have shaved 5 minutes off my 10K time.

Yes, yes. I know the Bunny Blogs are in need of some updating. As far as you know, I'm on my 88th helping of turkey and stuffing. I can assure you this is not the case (I've moved onto pie) which means useless snippets of information and urban bon mots are forthcoming if not forthwith.

Stay tuned and watch those RSS feeds.

On the eve of Thanksgiving adventure

I've culled my worldly possessions to fit within the confines of my trusty backpack, my boarding pass is printed out and my alarm is set for 3:45am. That's right—me and Foo will be joining throngs of Americans whose liquids, gels and aerosols will be scrutinized before journeying one step closer toward the coveted Meleagris gallopa.

Happy Thanksgiving, Foo friends.

Countdown to Thanksgiving

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
—William Shakespeare

Ah, Thanksgiving—always an adventure in food, family and fun; where the best exercise usually comes in the form of patience as opposed to a brisk run. Foo is headed to the Arizona desert for the gluttonous affair and she couldn't be happier. Although to say Auntie Kenno is capable of whipping up a Thanksgiving feast from scratch is to flirt recklessly with understatement.

T-minus 3 days.

Urban bon mot: bunched

Bunched: To be upset or angry; to have one's panties in a bunch.

Foo's all bunched up because she didn't prepare
for the board meeting.

Baloney Detector (adventures in logic)

A baloney detector is simply a good grasp of logical reasoning and investigative procedure.

The late astronomer and popularizer of science Carl Sagan worried that an epidemic of irrationality is loose in the world. He went on to write about the importance of having a well-equipped baloney detector kit in his book The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle In the Dark.

Baloney detector kit: an excellent stocking stuffer (as is the book).

Adventures in booth babe duty

(Phoenix, AZ) It was a biscotti and caffeine-fueled afternoon for Ms Foo as she hopped around the conference hobnobbing with existing and potential clients, an exercise that ultimately left her dragging her tail. A nice long walk to the Desert Ridge Mall and a pot roast dinner with carrots, mashies and gravy at Mimi's—just what the doctor...er, Bunny ordered.

Urban bon mot: roll thick

Roll thick
To associate with a large group of people. To travel/go out
with a large entourage.

Don't mess with Foo—she rolls thick.

Honor your Veteran

Veterans Day is an American holiday honoring military veterans. Both a federal and state holiday in all states, it falls on November 11—the anniversary of the signing of the Armistice that ended World War I. Major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 with the German signing of the Armistice.

• Official name Veterans Day
  (not to be confused with Veteran's Day or Veterans' Day)
• Significance Honors the 24.9 million military
  veterans in the United States
• Date November 11 (or nearest weekday)
• Observances Parades, school history projects—and doh!
  banks are closed.

Adventures in dodging raindrops

Dark skies and swollen raindrops have threatened our normally sunny Northern Californian skies this Saturday afternoon. Having lived in the Pacific Northwest for a number of years—oddly enough, I welcome the doom and gloom of an autumnal storm. It brings to mind rain-soaked long runs, grilled cheese sandwiches and an era when my forehead was wrinkle-free and a belly full of beer didn't equate to unacceptable behavior or a lumpy waistline.

Pitter pat.

Urban bon mot: phone grope

Phone grope
Grabbing at pockets and patting yourself down to make sure you have your cellphone—because heaven forbid you leave home without it. This behaviour tends to be heightened in people who own iPhones.

Dude, stop that.
What?
Quit the phone grope. It's in your hand.

Hoppy Friday

Whether you're headed for the hills or lunching with the boys over pan-fried buns, Hoppy Friday—from Mama Foo and her girl.

Urban bon mot: guitar face

guitar face
The act of making an unusual face while playing the guitar. The look typically resembles a look of pain, intense ecstacy—or sometimes even plain old gas. For reference, Ms Foo has put together a panoply of guitar face to show a small sampling (e.g. Avril looks as though she's ready to spit, whereas Sheryl Crow seems to have found a very special place with her six-string).

Man, that solo was sweet but John Mayer
has some crazy guitar face.

Urban bon mot: winge

Winge

is just another word for whine. It's best described as the tone and demeanor of a young child complaining when they don't get what they want. More or less, the precursor to a temper tantrum.

Bunny Foo Foo continued to winge while waiting for Mama Foo to finish the grocery shopping.

Konichiwa from Kenno san

"I'll never be able to eat Costco sushi again"

Auntie Kenno may be headed home from Japan today, but it looks like she'll be back in January '08. Ms. Foo has been instructed to get her passport ready and pack her skimpy workout clothes.

Timing is Everything

At 2 AM this morning, an extended period of daylight saving time came to an end. Folks woke up and went through the biannual ritual of resetting their alarm clocks and scratched their heads trying to figure out how to reprogram their DVRs.

Hoppy Daylight Savings Time, Foo friends.

Hall of a Performance

Ryan Hall put together a 4:32 18th mile—believed to be the fastest ever run in Central Park, and pulled away en route to winning the U.S. Olympic Team Trials marathon in a record 2:09:02. Dathan Ritzenhein finished second and Brian Sell took third.

Congrats boys—see you in Beijing on 8.8.08.

Keep the Candy and Pass the Turkey!

As our ‘ol pal Charlie Brown likes to say “Another Halloween has come and gone.” So now hearts and minds turn to the warm glow of Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Gobble on, friends.

Halloween Recap

6:15 PM Armed with 10 pounds of candy; a mixed blend of Kit Kats, Butterfingers, Almond Joys and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, I stood poised and ready for the onslaught of tweeners bellowing:

"Trick or Treat!"

As if on cue, the trick-or-treaters showed up at 6:30 PM—a paltry offering of half-hearted pirates, weary witches and, "What are you?" [uncomfortable silence] "Um...I'm an Old Navy model!" I raised an eyebrow in disapproval, threw her my best hairy eyeball, but rewarded her with an Almond Joy anyway.

By 9:00 PM the doorbell thankfully stopped ringing, which was serendipitous given the state of the candy dish. With the flick of a switch, I turned off the porch light and declared Halloween over. Foo and I salvaged what was a busy but disappointing evening and curled up with the new Runner's World. Running a mile in 3:46:91? Now that's scary.

The Stats

• Trick-or-Treaters: 64
• Doorbell Rings: 19
• Hour Range: 6:30 PM - 9:00 PM
• Best costume: Bunny Foo Foo masquerading as a dust bunny