It feels like time without Steven is crawling by. Have you seen the video of the drunk little boy on youtube? The little kid that has obviously had too much gas in the dentist's chair? He's all "Is this foreeever? Is this real life? Why is this happening to meee?" That's what I feel like.
And I'm a talker and I have to share my feelings, no matter what. So I try talking to Steven about it, but I don't think he has much sympathy because if he had it his way, I'd be on a plane to Spain tomorrow - one way ticket style.
Haha. Plane to Spain. Sorry... made me laugh.
I can't decide if I'm crazy to stay or if I'd be crazy to go. But I won't. Not yet. I can't! I'm a Virgo. We don't do shit like that.
It seems like I can make it about a week on optimism, but then I have a bad day and end up moping around my apartment like a sick puppy. Sometimes I cry too. Its true.
Ugh. Pathetic. Then after chilling out for a day or so, I find the optimism again and we start all over again.
Anyway... Cycleto.com did a fun interview about me... well, about "Steven Cozza's biggest fan". I just want to say that I'm sure I'm not Steven Cozza's "biggest fan". There are some funny people out there...
You can watch the Cycleto.com interview here:
http://www.cycleto.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=841:the-woman-behind-the-man-caudill-and-cozza&catid=15:interviews&Itemid=6
Its bedtime. I'm full and I had a good "run" today. Its a very slow uphill battle, but I'm working on it. I haven't enjoyed what my mid-twenties (yes, its still MID, not LATE) have done to my joints and muscles. Everything is 5 times as hard as it was when I was 19.
Hey, did you know - Asparagus has something like 20 calories a serving. Whaaa? I didn't even think that was possible. What does watermelon have - 2 calories per serving?
Oh, new music for you to check out - Bat for Lashes. Its like extra creepy, less techno Imogen Heap. Give it a listen.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Oh the Ides
Good grief. I did suuuch a good job keeping up with Tour of California! [mute the sarcasm already]
Its been almost a month since my last post. California was amazing. Great weather, intense cycling, seeing Anji and supporting Steven.
Fast forward a month. The between stuff is important to me, but it'll be auto-snooze for readers.
Cycling folks - who keeps up with the daily distractions on PEZ? Well, I have to admit that I check every single day... probably part habit, part obsession, because I've been a daily distraction 3 or 4 times. Today's distraction was the hotness. I'm not the biggest "blonde" fan, let's face it, but these girls are killa's and I mean that in the kindest way possible.
The plan is to dust off the bike. I know I'll love getting back on, but for some reason, I'm using every excuse in the world not to just yet. "Ohhh, but its raaainning outside." Aah hum, there's a trainer in perfectly good shape sitting in the laundry room.
This will eventually catch up with me. Being graced with an incredible metabolism and a picky appetite has been a blessing in my young adulthood. I'm always skinny, no matter what. And because I'm young, I always look pretty toned. Sometimes more than other, sure, but for the most part, I look pretty decent. But that's all changing slowly and I better come to terms with it sooner or later. God help me if I turn into "saggy-knees lady" or oh please get the image of "pancake ass" out of my head. Ewwww!
Ok, too late. I just thought of the pancake ass and I'm revolted. I am going to hop on the trainer. I'll be happy when its over.
New Music these days: I Nine. Check 'em out.
Later,
Jen
Its been almost a month since my last post. California was amazing. Great weather, intense cycling, seeing Anji and supporting Steven.
Fast forward a month. The between stuff is important to me, but it'll be auto-snooze for readers.
Cycling folks - who keeps up with the daily distractions on PEZ? Well, I have to admit that I check every single day... probably part habit, part obsession, because I've been a daily distraction 3 or 4 times. Today's distraction was the hotness. I'm not the biggest "blonde" fan, let's face it, but these girls are killa's and I mean that in the kindest way possible.
The plan is to dust off the bike. I know I'll love getting back on, but for some reason, I'm using every excuse in the world not to just yet. "Ohhh, but its raaainning outside." Aah hum, there's a trainer in perfectly good shape sitting in the laundry room.
This will eventually catch up with me. Being graced with an incredible metabolism and a picky appetite has been a blessing in my young adulthood. I'm always skinny, no matter what. And because I'm young, I always look pretty toned. Sometimes more than other, sure, but for the most part, I look pretty decent. But that's all changing slowly and I better come to terms with it sooner or later. God help me if I turn into "saggy-knees lady" or oh please get the image of "pancake ass" out of my head. Ewwww!
Ok, too late. I just thought of the pancake ass and I'm revolted. I am going to hop on the trainer. I'll be happy when its over.
New Music these days: I Nine. Check 'em out.
Later,
Jen
Friday, February 13, 2009
Ha, speaking of thunder and lightning...
Um... you guys have seen the Lance interview from the AToC press conference last night, right?
If not, you can view it on www.cycleto.com.
Steven called to say goodnight last night and mentioned something about how Christian had returned from the press conference and said that Lance and a reporter got into an argument. I thought that sounded a little bogus... honestly... if I've learned anything from being involved with this sport in the last few years, its that the peloton is one big gossip chain.
But then this morning I actually saw the interview on the web and... yeah... Lance laid the smack down.
Erin and I watched the video this morning from our office.
[sidebar: I happen to be great friends with my fellow podium hostess from Tour of Missouri. Matter of fact, we work together on a daily basis and we're super close]
Both of us just sat there for a moment after the video finished. Our mouths had dropped open and we couldn't seem to close them.
To be honest, I think the notion that Lance came back to the sport to bring awareness to the Livestrong Foundation and cancer prevention is sort of a lame excuse. Its just my opinion, but I believe he feels like he has something to prove and he's just bored when he's not kicking a bunch of people's *sses. But for a reporter to go beyond "critic" and suggest that Lance is a form of cancer to the sport of cycling - that's just redonkulous. Yes, I said redonkulous.
[redonkulous: (adj.) excessively ridiculous; head-smackingly ridiculous]
I think Lance handled the situation perfectly. That reporter is a jerk. [give me a break, I'm trying to cut down on the profanity in case my parents are reading this] I mean, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but shouldn't the press conference have been about the Tour of California and not some inappropriate cancer analogy? Couldn't the reporter have asked how Lance planned to help Levi during the next 10 days? And good grief, speaking of Levi, did anyone else pay attention to his face while Lance was making Kimmage feel like the the world's biggest loser? That may have been the best comic relief of the entire video clip. He looked so uncomfortable.
Oh, to have been a fly on the wall during that Q&A.
I say, just let the guy ride his bike. Let them all ride their bikes, for heaven's sake.
"Why can't we all just get along???" Dammit!
If not, you can view it on www.cycleto.com.
Steven called to say goodnight last night and mentioned something about how Christian had returned from the press conference and said that Lance and a reporter got into an argument. I thought that sounded a little bogus... honestly... if I've learned anything from being involved with this sport in the last few years, its that the peloton is one big gossip chain.
But then this morning I actually saw the interview on the web and... yeah... Lance laid the smack down.
Erin and I watched the video this morning from our office.
[sidebar: I happen to be great friends with my fellow podium hostess from Tour of Missouri. Matter of fact, we work together on a daily basis and we're super close]
Both of us just sat there for a moment after the video finished. Our mouths had dropped open and we couldn't seem to close them.
To be honest, I think the notion that Lance came back to the sport to bring awareness to the Livestrong Foundation and cancer prevention is sort of a lame excuse. Its just my opinion, but I believe he feels like he has something to prove and he's just bored when he's not kicking a bunch of people's *sses. But for a reporter to go beyond "critic" and suggest that Lance is a form of cancer to the sport of cycling - that's just redonkulous. Yes, I said redonkulous.
[redonkulous: (adj.) excessively ridiculous; head-smackingly ridiculous]
I think Lance handled the situation perfectly. That reporter is a jerk. [give me a break, I'm trying to cut down on the profanity in case my parents are reading this] I mean, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but shouldn't the press conference have been about the Tour of California and not some inappropriate cancer analogy? Couldn't the reporter have asked how Lance planned to help Levi during the next 10 days? And good grief, speaking of Levi, did anyone else pay attention to his face while Lance was making Kimmage feel like the the world's biggest loser? That may have been the best comic relief of the entire video clip. He looked so uncomfortable.
Oh, to have been a fly on the wall during that Q&A.
I say, just let the guy ride his bike. Let them all ride their bikes, for heaven's sake.
"Why can't we all just get along???" Dammit!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Amgen Tour of California. Before the storm. Literally.
Let's start this thing with an important notice. Those of you reading who are friends, you can disregard this statement.
Those of you who have no idea who I am except for seeing my lips stuck to the cheeks of cyclists on the podium... although I may seem like some random skinny chick with long legs, I actually know what I'm talking about. I've been following this sport since I was a kid. I'd spend Saturdays and Sundays with my dad, watching VHS recordings of the Tour de France, back when OLN covered the race in tiny 30 minute clips in the wee hours of the morning. I even have my own road bike. No sugarcoating, I'm no Kim Baldwin (gah, didn't everyone just love her?), but I do enjoy a good afternoon on the Silver Comet Trail.
Alright. Glad we're all on the same page. Let's roll.
-----
So its Thursday evening and this little podium girl is sitting on her butt in Atlanta, Georgia.
What's wrong with this picture?
The correct answer is: I'm not in California.
After working the awards presentations at Tour of Georgia 2005 and 2006 and Tour of Missouri 2008, its tough to sit on the sidelines (or all the way across the continent) and watch.
This time around, especially. I mean, come on - Vande Velde, Danielson, Leipheimer, Armstrong (weird!), Landis, Schleck of the Frank AND Andy variety, Cancellera, Sastre, Hincapie, Cavendish... ok, I'll stop so I don't hyperventilate.
Well... then there's my personal favorite, the now 'stachless Steven Cozza. You guys can debate all day long, but he caught my eye while sporting the fully shaggy look - mustache included.
On to the race - who knows what the next 10 days will bring. A few things are certain:
Shitty weather
Incredible field
Live coverage all week long
The usual contenders
And a few veterans looking for vengeance... or something like it.
I won't be able to see any of it live until Friday in Solvang. Until then, I'll be doing a lot of couch time watching Versus live coverage. And most definitely some pouting, because I can't be there in the midst of the action (and congratulating the winners, of course). I fly out Thursday evening to Santa Barbara. There, I'll meet up with and travel to the start of the TT with Steven's family.
Steven makes it sound like everything is going well in the Garmin camp. I wonder if he would tell me otherwise though. He always says confidence is one of the most important things in cycling. I do believe he's got quite a bit to be confident about. He worked hard all winter and Garmin has chosen a great squad for this tour.
Although...
Who will take the top spot on the podium next Sunday? Ah, I could go with CVV because I've obviously got loyalty with the Garmin guys. And then... I'm a long time Hincapie fan too. But whether you'll judge or not, I'm going to put my money (or pride) on Floyd Landis. Its true.
Guess we'll see. Stay tuned. And if you're the praying type, maybe ask for some better weather?
Those of you who have no idea who I am except for seeing my lips stuck to the cheeks of cyclists on the podium... although I may seem like some random skinny chick with long legs, I actually know what I'm talking about. I've been following this sport since I was a kid. I'd spend Saturdays and Sundays with my dad, watching VHS recordings of the Tour de France, back when OLN covered the race in tiny 30 minute clips in the wee hours of the morning. I even have my own road bike. No sugarcoating, I'm no Kim Baldwin (gah, didn't everyone just love her?), but I do enjoy a good afternoon on the Silver Comet Trail.
Alright. Glad we're all on the same page. Let's roll.
-----
So its Thursday evening and this little podium girl is sitting on her butt in Atlanta, Georgia.
What's wrong with this picture?
The correct answer is: I'm not in California.
After working the awards presentations at Tour of Georgia 2005 and 2006 and Tour of Missouri 2008, its tough to sit on the sidelines (or all the way across the continent) and watch.
This time around, especially. I mean, come on - Vande Velde, Danielson, Leipheimer, Armstrong (weird!), Landis, Schleck of the Frank AND Andy variety, Cancellera, Sastre, Hincapie, Cavendish... ok, I'll stop so I don't hyperventilate.
Well... then there's my personal favorite, the now 'stachless Steven Cozza. You guys can debate all day long, but he caught my eye while sporting the fully shaggy look - mustache included.
On to the race - who knows what the next 10 days will bring. A few things are certain:
Shitty weather
Incredible field
Live coverage all week long
The usual contenders
And a few veterans looking for vengeance... or something like it.
I won't be able to see any of it live until Friday in Solvang. Until then, I'll be doing a lot of couch time watching Versus live coverage. And most definitely some pouting, because I can't be there in the midst of the action (and congratulating the winners, of course). I fly out Thursday evening to Santa Barbara. There, I'll meet up with and travel to the start of the TT with Steven's family.
Steven makes it sound like everything is going well in the Garmin camp. I wonder if he would tell me otherwise though. He always says confidence is one of the most important things in cycling. I do believe he's got quite a bit to be confident about. He worked hard all winter and Garmin has chosen a great squad for this tour.
Although...
Who will take the top spot on the podium next Sunday? Ah, I could go with CVV because I've obviously got loyalty with the Garmin guys. And then... I'm a long time Hincapie fan too. But whether you'll judge or not, I'm going to put my money (or pride) on Floyd Landis. Its true.
Guess we'll see. Stay tuned. And if you're the praying type, maybe ask for some better weather?
Friday, January 9, 2009
food for thought
So... cooking and/or eating good food is not cheap. Yeah, I'm sure I'm late to realize this since I'm just now, at 27, trying to learn to cook for myself.
The tough part is, I want to cook yummy food, healthy food, AND food with a lot of calories. Do those three things ever come together? In any form other than avocados?
So $50 later, I've got a grand feast of garden herb pork tenderloin, potatoes (to enjoy baked) and yeast rolls. For dessert, cookies (yes, the kind you just plop on a baking sheet and you're golden).
And for breakfast this weekend, I actually bought eggs. Now I have to prepare myself for them not to be nearly as good as my dad's famous scrambled eggs... or as good as Steven's scrambled eggs which are always accompanied with other yummy breakfast goodies and typically served in bed.
I don't like standing in my kitchen alone trying to prepare food. If I'm going to spend the money, I want to be in a house with at least one other person to cook for, and I want to be enjoying wine and listening to some old 33 that someone has brought over to hear on my turntable.
Can I complain a little more?
Yes. Why do people in the express check-out lane stand over to one side while waiting for a check-out counter instead of waiting in the middle so everyone can form a line and wait for the next available check-out. If one person stands in the wrong place, it throws off the whole line. People start getting angry and the aisle gets all conjested and it just puts people in a bad mood. AND, that just defeats the purpose of using the express check-out and getting out of the grocery store with a smile on one's face.
Don't even get me started on people who pull up to the express check-out with shopping carts full. No, no.... no.
Some wives of cyclists seem to be sort of housewives that just hang out and cook for their husbands for when they get back from training or races or whatever shenanigans. I think I've figured out why these women do this. I don't think they ever wanted to end up in that position. They probably had careers and wanted a lot out of life. But then their friends started getting married and/or settling down in committed relationships and they got tired of sitting at home in the US while their significant others race away in Europe. So they just give in. They give in and move to f-ing spain and hang out in kitchens for the rest of their lives while their men pursue their own dreams.
Its quite possible that I'm being a bit dramatic right now. Ok, more than just a bit dramatic. I'm being a drama QUEEN. But I'm aggravated and I miss Steven and I hate cooking. So there.
Let's see how this meal might turn out. Stay tuned.
The tough part is, I want to cook yummy food, healthy food, AND food with a lot of calories. Do those three things ever come together? In any form other than avocados?
So $50 later, I've got a grand feast of garden herb pork tenderloin, potatoes (to enjoy baked) and yeast rolls. For dessert, cookies (yes, the kind you just plop on a baking sheet and you're golden).
And for breakfast this weekend, I actually bought eggs. Now I have to prepare myself for them not to be nearly as good as my dad's famous scrambled eggs... or as good as Steven's scrambled eggs which are always accompanied with other yummy breakfast goodies and typically served in bed.
I don't like standing in my kitchen alone trying to prepare food. If I'm going to spend the money, I want to be in a house with at least one other person to cook for, and I want to be enjoying wine and listening to some old 33 that someone has brought over to hear on my turntable.
Can I complain a little more?
Yes. Why do people in the express check-out lane stand over to one side while waiting for a check-out counter instead of waiting in the middle so everyone can form a line and wait for the next available check-out. If one person stands in the wrong place, it throws off the whole line. People start getting angry and the aisle gets all conjested and it just puts people in a bad mood. AND, that just defeats the purpose of using the express check-out and getting out of the grocery store with a smile on one's face.
Don't even get me started on people who pull up to the express check-out with shopping carts full. No, no.... no.
Some wives of cyclists seem to be sort of housewives that just hang out and cook for their husbands for when they get back from training or races or whatever shenanigans. I think I've figured out why these women do this. I don't think they ever wanted to end up in that position. They probably had careers and wanted a lot out of life. But then their friends started getting married and/or settling down in committed relationships and they got tired of sitting at home in the US while their significant others race away in Europe. So they just give in. They give in and move to f-ing spain and hang out in kitchens for the rest of their lives while their men pursue their own dreams.
Its quite possible that I'm being a bit dramatic right now. Ok, more than just a bit dramatic. I'm being a drama QUEEN. But I'm aggravated and I miss Steven and I hate cooking. So there.
Let's see how this meal might turn out. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
wednesday emotions
I just finished The Last Lecture. In case you haven't read it yet, make sure you purchase tissues along with the book. Good grief. That was intense. Finishing that book makes me want to do some pretty crazy things with my life. And that's all wrong, because I should always want to do these things in my head... sometimes I'm just too scared.
Last night M came over for some chili. Yes, I cooked it. And yes, it was good. Geez. Well anyway, we had a great time catching up. I wish we weren't both so busy, but I'm glad we could make time for each other.
Then today I got to have lunch with Linz. Again, score. We hit up Little Azio and I dished about my trip to California to visit Steven. She just laughed and laughed at my stories. Haha. I'm still laughing at a few of them myself.
I decided today that I'm very particular about everything involving the restroom. I have a favorite stall and I get cranky if someone is already using it. But what's worse is when I go into a stall (any stall) and there's still 'stuff' in the toilet. I'm talking about everything from literal shit to tampons or... and this may be the worst - a partially drenched toilet cover tissue. You know what I'm talking about. The things you can pull out of the dispenser to place over the toilet seat so you can actually sit on the pot instead of squatting. Well, come on ladies. I don't want to touch that thing! Its been on your butt! I promise it doesn't take much extra energy to turn around and make sure it's been flushed. Ah, I'm getting aggravated just writing about it. I want to cuss.
Well, I think now I'll go finish off the leftover chili and proceed to unpack the gigantic suitcase that's been sitting in my bedroom floor for the past few days. Maybe this time I'll beat the record of leaving it on my floor for 3 solid weeks (after Tour of Missouri).
Last night M came over for some chili. Yes, I cooked it. And yes, it was good. Geez. Well anyway, we had a great time catching up. I wish we weren't both so busy, but I'm glad we could make time for each other.
Then today I got to have lunch with Linz. Again, score. We hit up Little Azio and I dished about my trip to California to visit Steven. She just laughed and laughed at my stories. Haha. I'm still laughing at a few of them myself.
I decided today that I'm very particular about everything involving the restroom. I have a favorite stall and I get cranky if someone is already using it. But what's worse is when I go into a stall (any stall) and there's still 'stuff' in the toilet. I'm talking about everything from literal shit to tampons or... and this may be the worst - a partially drenched toilet cover tissue. You know what I'm talking about. The things you can pull out of the dispenser to place over the toilet seat so you can actually sit on the pot instead of squatting. Well, come on ladies. I don't want to touch that thing! Its been on your butt! I promise it doesn't take much extra energy to turn around and make sure it's been flushed. Ah, I'm getting aggravated just writing about it. I want to cuss.
Well, I think now I'll go finish off the leftover chili and proceed to unpack the gigantic suitcase that's been sitting in my bedroom floor for the past few days. Maybe this time I'll beat the record of leaving it on my floor for 3 solid weeks (after Tour of Missouri).
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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