Well Bloggy Friends, its me again! (You are thinking, how can this be? You blogged last month? I'm in my A game, I guess.) The other weekend I completed my second Ragnar. It was an event for sure.
Here are some highlights
10- Bill. We didn't know this guy or anything about him, except he worked with another runner in our van. He wasn't really a distance kinda guy, but he was upright, breathing, and willing. And he had jokes. Really dry, sarcastic, hilarious guy!
9- Going to the wrong exchange in the wee hours of the morning. Ragnar has this dumb way of putting the ending point first. Luckily we made it in time the bracelet slap hand-off to our next runner.
8- That dumb slap bracelet, its nasty sweaty, but its way better than a baton!
7- Peanut butter and jelly and tuna fish salad creations. Yep, that was my meal for lunch one day. What a combination.
6- heat index of 99! Not an exaggeration. It was brutally hot for most everyone Van 2's first run. I came in a little above pace on this 6 miler, but I felt like my lungs couldn't keep up with my legs.
5- Govey shutdown forced everyone to double up on their last leg. Since National parks were closed, any runs through any parks were closed off. What that did for me was take 4.4 miles away from my run, and 5 miles away from Bill's run. I didn't like the idea at first, but when it came time for it, I was very grateful!
4- Seeing Keith put a hammock between 2 trees. His butt was an inch from the ground. One wind gush and he would have fallen straight through.
3- Being able to do this with family and friends. My husband, my sister-in-law, and one of my dear friends were in the van with me. I was really proud of my husband. He is a strong runner and did great!
2- B.O. and butt. At three in the morning, things are really funny. Cheetos, Funyuns, sweaty people, dirty socks and shoes, food trash, outside smell on sleeping bags, all mixed with a hint of Doterra oils makes for an interesting smell. A smell that was affectionately described as B.O. and butt!
1- Running through the finish. Of course we couldn't do this alone, we had a whole other van of awesome women- Molly, Crystal, Michelle, Melanni, Kami, and Jenni. At the end of Mary and Keith's run, we all ran in with a silly hat. It was great! And everyone should have the opportunity to see Chris Jones with a big black afro.
This Ragnar was fun, HARD and tiring, and memorable. Next up: Ragnar Key West!
Monday, October 14, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
My long lost friends
Whats up homies? You know you've missed me and my blogging antics, right? Well, I was sitting on my couch downing full butter popcorn and watching the Honey Boo Boo commitment ceremony, and I decided I needed to rekindle my love of blogging with my love of all things fattening, for all of you to see. So here I am!
I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I love Hot Tamales. Oh my gosh do I love them. I can down a whole entire box in 5 minutes flat. And stupid CVS, they always have a 2 for $3 sale. Well, the other night I went running, and after you run 3 miles, you can eat whatever you want, right? So I opted against the brownie and decided to go with the Hot Tamales. I was on my second box and I put them in my purse. I put my purse down, and I hear it. I hear the ping-ping-ping on the ground. I heard every single last Hot Tamale hit my front porch. Some even got stuck between the holes in the Welcome Mat. I walked inside with my head hanging low, my tongue on fire, and my belly bloated from only 1 box of Hot Tamales, instead of the 2 that I was supposed to have. Hot Tamales at CVS, I'm coming for you this week, and I will have my revenge.
Well Bloggy Friends, Breaking Amish is on, and I need to pay attention to a religion that encourages shunning and only requires their community to get an 8th grade education, because all of that is so awesome!
I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I love Hot Tamales. Oh my gosh do I love them. I can down a whole entire box in 5 minutes flat. And stupid CVS, they always have a 2 for $3 sale. Well, the other night I went running, and after you run 3 miles, you can eat whatever you want, right? So I opted against the brownie and decided to go with the Hot Tamales. I was on my second box and I put them in my purse. I put my purse down, and I hear it. I hear the ping-ping-ping on the ground. I heard every single last Hot Tamale hit my front porch. Some even got stuck between the holes in the Welcome Mat. I walked inside with my head hanging low, my tongue on fire, and my belly bloated from only 1 box of Hot Tamales, instead of the 2 that I was supposed to have. Hot Tamales at CVS, I'm coming for you this week, and I will have my revenge.
Well Bloggy Friends, Breaking Amish is on, and I need to pay attention to a religion that encourages shunning and only requires their community to get an 8th grade education, because all of that is so awesome!
Monday, April 1, 2013
Fashion no no's
Yes. I am guilty of making almost every fashion faux pas there is, but I know what does and does not look good. I also lack the desire to spend ridiculous amounts of money on looking cute all the time. Yes, I am a brand whore...if you count target brands. And I aint talking about the "guest" designers whose clothes are still expensive and quite ugly.
So here are a few tips...
- high waisted anything is only cute on a stick.
- bangs are super cute on some people, not everyone. If you are and can rock the bangs, make sure they dont come from the back of your head.
- skinny jeans do not look good on every body or bootie. Painted on jeans look good on no one.
- if your toes arent painted or pedicured, dont wear flip flops.
-Making rainbow stripes on your eyelids look dumb. As does wearing every day make-up as if you are on a stage for a production or competition, or "other."
There are other tips I could give, but I will stop there, since I will probably be embarrassing myself.
So bloggy friends, what is your fashion peeve?
So here are a few tips...
- high waisted anything is only cute on a stick.
- bangs are super cute on some people, not everyone. If you are and can rock the bangs, make sure they dont come from the back of your head.
- skinny jeans do not look good on every body or bootie. Painted on jeans look good on no one.
- if your toes arent painted or pedicured, dont wear flip flops.
-Making rainbow stripes on your eyelids look dumb. As does wearing every day make-up as if you are on a stage for a production or competition, or "other."
There are other tips I could give, but I will stop there, since I will probably be embarrassing myself.
So bloggy friends, what is your fashion peeve?
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
my thoughts as hashtags
If my thoughts were hashtags...
#imsohungry
#ifonemorekidcries
#flipmylid
#notacow #nursingeverythreehours #notanewbornanymore #dontcareifyouareteething
#tabletsaintcheap #coloronsomedamnpaper
#kissyourownbooboo #donotneedabandaidagain
#hideandseekagain?
#sureyoucan #watchinghoursoftv
#whatsthatnoise and #whatsbrokennow
And finally #bedtimeyessssss
#imsohungry
#ifonemorekidcries
#flipmylid
#notacow #nursingeverythreehours #notanewbornanymore #dontcareifyouareteething
#tabletsaintcheap #coloronsomedamnpaper
#kissyourownbooboo #donotneedabandaidagain
#hideandseekagain?
#sureyoucan #watchinghoursoftv
#whatsthatnoise and #whatsbrokennow
And finally #bedtimeyessssss
Monday, February 4, 2013
6 pm
Why yes, yes I did put my baby to bed at 6 p.m. He has this amazing ability to take 2 or 3 20 minute naps during the day, and that's it. So today, instead of waiting til 7 or so, I said dude, you are going to bed now. I am sure I will be regretting my decision come 6 am when he wants to wake up for good, but it seemed like a really good idea! Now off to teach Zumba. Lets hope I have more than 1 person today. Not exaggerating.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Food
I don't have a food addiction, I have an eating addiction. It used to just be a sugar addiction, but now it is an anything I can get my grubby hands on, less baby food mush. I draw the line there. But its a really small line. If my kids don't finish something, which is happening all too often these days, there aren't starving kids in Africa, there is a starving Mom right here. Left over snack- I will take it. I can't put a scoop of potatoes in the fridge, I'll just eat them! I eat lunch, and an hour later, I am thinking about what to eat for dinner, and trying to figure out some convincing argument for ordering out or going out to eat... just so there is no mess in my kitchen. (Yes, I abhor dishes duty. I get bitter when I am the only one doing dishes. My babies daddy does help in the fight against the double stack sink, but I want more. I would rather clean the toilet than do the dishes. But I digress.) So, as I sit here, with my pants above my waist because they are too tight on my actual waist, I reflect on my eating choices for the day. I ate entirely too much. It's almost 10 at night, and I am super hungry. Anyone have any coping mechanisms for eating addictions and those that love them? No, really. I'm serious.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Crazy Days
When I fantasized about being a mom, I thought my day would go something like this.
Wake up. Shower and get dressed in decent clothes with all my jewelry on, and nice shoes, and do my hair and makeup.
Wake all of my children up. Help the little one(s) get dressed, and the older one(s) would dress themselves.
We would all come downstairs together where we would eat plain Cheerios with fresh strawberries on top, and a tiny pinch of Stevia.
We would leave the house with plenty of time and sing songs as we walked to the bus stop.
Exercise, snack, story time, craft time, lunch, then nap.
In the evening, we would all do our part in helping with dinner, and my husband and I would take turns preparing a healthy meal.
After dinner, we would play a board or card game, go outside for a bit, and come back in for baths, story time again, and then bed time. We would say a family prayer, kiss them goodnight, and they would fall blissfully asleep, and my husband and I would watch a wholesome romantic comedy or our favorite sitcom together.
Now, my day goes something like this:
I am awakened by a kid who's in my bed because the zombies were attacking him in his dreams. Another kid comes in crying really loud because he can't find his blankie, which in turn wakes up the baby, who is hungry and needs to eat right then, or the world will cease to exist. I send the older ones downstairs to watch a cartoon while I tend to the baby.
The younger two are still in pj's while I get the older one his clothes for the day. I rummage through his drawer for socks and underwear, because the last clean pair isn't in the right drawer. During this time, I hear "Hey, fight me. " Laugh, laugh, whack, whack, scream and cry. Then one child comes to me crying that the other one hurt/hit him. I get out captain crunch berries, or cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast, probably forget the spoons, and napkins along the way.
After demanding the oldest get dressed, the baby falls asleep, and the middle one spills juice all over the floor.
Now I have to wake the baby, we run out the door with pj's still on and hair def. not brushed, and lunch hasn't been made, only to see the bus pass by. The big boy hauls butt to the next bus stop, and I realize my garage door, and the door leading into my house are wide open. GREAT!!!
This is all before 8:45 am.
I would divulge the rest, but I'm sure you get the picture. (And most of you can relate, right?)
And even though life with kids is not like I expected, I'm OK with this chaos. Because when I put them to bed at night, and kiss their little foreheads, I realize I'm blessed to be able to give and receive love from these little ones that I've been entrusted with here on Earth.
Wake up. Shower and get dressed in decent clothes with all my jewelry on, and nice shoes, and do my hair and makeup.
Wake all of my children up. Help the little one(s) get dressed, and the older one(s) would dress themselves.
We would all come downstairs together where we would eat plain Cheerios with fresh strawberries on top, and a tiny pinch of Stevia.
We would leave the house with plenty of time and sing songs as we walked to the bus stop.
Exercise, snack, story time, craft time, lunch, then nap.
In the evening, we would all do our part in helping with dinner, and my husband and I would take turns preparing a healthy meal.
After dinner, we would play a board or card game, go outside for a bit, and come back in for baths, story time again, and then bed time. We would say a family prayer, kiss them goodnight, and they would fall blissfully asleep, and my husband and I would watch a wholesome romantic comedy or our favorite sitcom together.
Now, my day goes something like this:
I am awakened by a kid who's in my bed because the zombies were attacking him in his dreams. Another kid comes in crying really loud because he can't find his blankie, which in turn wakes up the baby, who is hungry and needs to eat right then, or the world will cease to exist. I send the older ones downstairs to watch a cartoon while I tend to the baby.
The younger two are still in pj's while I get the older one his clothes for the day. I rummage through his drawer for socks and underwear, because the last clean pair isn't in the right drawer. During this time, I hear "Hey, fight me. " Laugh, laugh, whack, whack, scream and cry. Then one child comes to me crying that the other one hurt/hit him. I get out captain crunch berries, or cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast, probably forget the spoons, and napkins along the way.
After demanding the oldest get dressed, the baby falls asleep, and the middle one spills juice all over the floor.
Now I have to wake the baby, we run out the door with pj's still on and hair def. not brushed, and lunch hasn't been made, only to see the bus pass by. The big boy hauls butt to the next bus stop, and I realize my garage door, and the door leading into my house are wide open. GREAT!!!
This is all before 8:45 am.
I would divulge the rest, but I'm sure you get the picture. (And most of you can relate, right?)
And even though life with kids is not like I expected, I'm OK with this chaos. Because when I put them to bed at night, and kiss their little foreheads, I realize I'm blessed to be able to give and receive love from these little ones that I've been entrusted with here on Earth.
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