That’s how long it took me to run a mile on Sunday. I never thought I would know or care how long it took me to run a mile. My line was always, “I will only run if someone is chasing me with a knife, if it’s a gun just shoot me already”. Another new statistic that I know about myself is that I can run four miles. That to me is a minor miracle. Truth be told, when (18 months ago) I started working out I could barely jog 2 minutes. By barely I mean winded, red faced, going to die, barely. My goal for the end of this year was to be able to run a 5K (3.2 miles). Now I know that I can. I’m still not convinced I would do it in respectable time, but that wasn’t part of the original goal. Maybe that will be part of next years goal.
Oh! And for what it’s worth I still don’t enjoy it or think of it as fun. I love knowing my body can do this. I love how it feels to ask my body to move and it moves. I love being able to go out and dance my ass off at Aftershock gigs. I love how I look in clothes (did I really just say that outloud?!). I love all that. The actual working out not so much, but I’m OK with that.
I voted for Barack Obama because:
- he has a timeline to get American soldiers out of Iraq
- his insurance plan won’t cost me any more money than my current plan
- he’s offering additional tax relief for the middle class
AND
- Sara Palin’s ignorance about the world, and possible new policies regarding guns and abortion scares the pee outa me
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The dishes are done and the laundry is caught up, whoo hoo!!! You would think I’m going out of town or something. Why is it that I bust my butt to clean before I go somewhere? Why not do it all the time and live in a nice clean home? Not that we live in a pigsty or anything, but there is always SOMETHING that’s lingering around to be cleaned. I hate dishes, the big dishes. The little dishes go in the dishwasher, easy-peasy. I’m talking about muffin pans, coffee pot, casserole dishes, blech! I even vacuumed last night, but you can’t tell because Parker has already been outside and back in so there’s muddy paw prints from the back door to the bedroom. Lovely.
Must keep cleaning… 20 minutes left of unstructured time.
In the last two weeks I’ve made:
- Beef Stew
- Oatmeal & Raisin cookies
- Chili
- Banana Bread
It’s 80 degrees outside, but apparently my kitchen doesn’t know that. 
When did I get FOUR pairs of gym shoes? When did I get two different pair of running shoes? When did I become particular about what shoes I wear for certain workouts? Crazy isn’t it? I literally laughed out loud when I noticed this in the closet. This is SO not me. Well, I guess it is now. I’ve morphed into one of those people who gets a little stir crazy if I’ve missed more than one day at the gym. I have favorite classes and favorite instructors. I look forward to seeing people who I only know by their first name that I only see at the gym. Hopefully not too annoyingly, I’ve become one of those people. *sigh* I never intended it to happen. But here it is: I’m a happier girl if I’ve had a workout. Did I just say that outloud?
Let me see, where did I leave off with my Lifetime Fitness saga? I think I left you somewhere around Christmas, on my own, without the trainer, and still trying to reach my original weight-loss goal.
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For the third year in a row Pat (crafty neighbor, dear, sweet, confidante) and I attended CKC in Charlotte, NC. We indulge in two crafty over-nights a year. The first is in late January/early February at the beach and then this CKC event in Charlotte. The hubbies have the little girls for the (junkfood eating, water park and circus going) weekend and Pat and I get some time for our paper passion and a great dinner out (ALWAYS!).
This year we rocked!!! We have learned well over the last three years how to select classes that we will like. This year we lucked out and Sue Neal of Papercraft Magazine fame taught two of our classes. We also took a Likety-Split Disney album class and an acrylic album class by Awesome Albums. After the LS album class we got brave and asked the instructor how she got hooked up with the company and how could Pat do the same. Read More »
Requirement number one was to love them, and I probably jumped the gun with the next step being to get custody. Depending on how I figure it’s either number two (and I’ll shift getting custody) or I’ll squeeze it in at 1.5. Either way, my next suggestion is NOT to ride the roller coaster. It’s right there, a bright shiny, roller coaster of emotion just waiting for your mind, body and soul, but don’t do it. You will need the energy for when the children are actually living with you. Read More »
Last night we attended a fabulous party that celebrated two of our friends turning 40. The hostess had two girlie drinks available, one of which was labeled S** on the Beach. (I loved that because she has kiddos in the house and didn’t want to deal with bottled sex in the kitchen. hee hee) As the night progressed one of the guests was deciding what to drink and she chose the sex because, according to her, “I might as well drink it even if I’ve never done it. (on the beach that is)” People nearby chuckled and I piped up, “That’s OK, because it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” That apparently was the wrong thing to say. One person promptly asked how much I’d had to drink (not much) and others appeared surprised that I’d say such a thing, out loud, in public.
Let me explain… there is sand and wind on the beach. Need I say more? My comment was meant to disspell the myth of the Hollywood sexy beach scene. By now, as reasonably well-educated adults, we should realize that EVERY Hollywood scene is well-lit, designed and rehearsed over and over. When the non-professionals attempt to recreate such a scene we forget about things like sand and wind. So, my comment was in no way related to the quality of the actual encounter, but rather the surroundings that left much, much to be desired.
There. The conversation last night moved much too fast for me to defend my comment. But here it is now for all the web to see.
A quick search on Amazon comes up empty for books with this title. Since it isn’t written yet, maybe I’ll write it.
The short story is that JD’s sister has left her kids for the umpteenth time with their mom, the children’s grandmother. Grandma is capable of handling one of the kids at a time for a day at a time. I don’t think that’s unusual. When my sister-in-law leaves it’s usually under the guise of “I’m gonna go get a Coke, I’ll be right back” and she’s gone for anywhere from 12 hours to a week, without any communication or way to get ahold of her (she won’t answer her cell phone). This happened, most recently, yesterday. However, yesterday CPS and the police were called to take the children because grandma could no longer care for them. This is new. This has never happened before. It’s time.
This starts a clock for their mother. The mother now has 48 hours to claim her kids. If she does then the circus starts all over again. If she doesn’t then she has six months to take classes and follow the rules set by the state to regain custody of her children. It isn’t a perfect system by any means. The laws are all on her side. We have to wait and see what she does. She may do nothing and the children will be available at the end of six months for placement. She may pull it together and regain custody. In all likelihood she’ll get her act together a little, just enough and this will drag out for more than six months. Read More »
In honor of our recent (Sunday June 8th) 17th wedding anniversary I thought I’d post this.
I finished up She’s Come Undone recently at the gym between classes. This quote is at the very end of the book and it had me both laughing out loud and thinking at the same time.
“…I just don’t believe in happily-ever-after”
“I ain’t offering you happily-ever-after. I’m offering you…happily-maybe-sometimes-ever-after. Sort of. You know, with warts…”
Isn’t this so true?! Isn’t this all any of us really have to offer? When we get married we think we can offer the other person perfection (and thus receive it back in return) and yet in reality all we have to offer is ourselves, “You know, with warts”. It doesn’t sound nearly as romantic “happily-maybe-sometimes-ever-after” but isn’t it much more realistic? This isn’t what young girls dream about, but maybe they should because it’s true.
Happy Anniversary to us, warts and all.
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