Archive | September, 2011

A Day Of Dreary And Good Food. Huh?

30 Sep

Billabong pants, J Crew lime v neck and Steve Madden Mary Jane’s. 

Cold and awful in Michigan today.  Temperature was about 50 but it felt like 38 (per The Weather Channel). 

I didn’t have much time for a run today so I skipped it.  I hate skipping days even if my body needs a break for healing and such.  Part of me wanted to run a short run just so I could get a “taste” of the cold, wet, windy weather.  As I’ve said previously, I worry what kind of weather I’ll be dealt on marathon day.

Met up with some friends from work at PF Chang’s for dinner.  Good stuff.  Lots of laughs.  No booze since I can barely drive sober. 

After eating with Audrey, Jessica and Marie, went to Dick’s Sporting Goods to find more running gear.  I secured a Nike running jacket, Under Armour gloves, and Smartwool socks.  Woot! Woot!  I’d like a hat but shoot, I have lots of regular hats and scarfs already.

This weekend is going to be nuts.  I’ll be traveling up two hours for soccer games both Saturday and Sunday.  My poor father is still in the hospital so I want to find a way to go visit  him. 

Finished the night up watching Comedy Central’s Roast of Charlie Sheen (rerun).


Once There Was a Girl Who Wore VFF’s…

29 Sep



Toddlers and Tiaras.  Not one of the 3 year olds, of course.   I look like one of the moms.  You know the one’s who give their little girls (or boys) Red Bull and 15 pixie sticks speed before they go on stage… spray tan their toddler…. spend ridiculous amounts of $ on dresses and trainers and coaches….put fake eyelashes (with glue) on their little baby girls…. look like total idiots in the audience trying to get their child to do Lady Gaga moves or something wrong like that.  I love that show.  Not as much as My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, of course.

It rained this afternoon.  At first I was discouraged that I would freeze my ass off trying to do a run but eventually, I saw it for what it was.   I have never been a winter or bad weather runner and my goal is to “suck it up” and just do it, no matter what Michigan throws at me.  For snipples sakes, it was raining and only 60 degrees out.  I can handle that.  Besides, I need to be prepared because I have no idea what the weather will be like in Grand Rapids on October 16th..

Since it was rain pretty hard, I decided to wear my Vibram Fivefingers.  I can wash those babies.  At first, I caught myself trying to be careful by running and jumping over mud puddles.  As I got soaked, I thought, “screw it”.  I need to enjoy it.  I seriously felt like a little kid.  I was free!  Water was splashing up on the back of my pants, my VFF were soaking wet.  Cars, trucks and semi’s were going by throwing a thick mist of muddy mix in my face.

I finally had a break in the day for my run at 4:10pm. 

Yes, I’m wearing a Ski Doo hat. 

I don’t have hats so I had to borrow from Mick.  Being he wasn’t around to ask, I took the hat I thought he’d least care about.  Hope I was right.  I think visor’d hats are good for running in the sun but also great for heavy rain.  It’s hard to see in that heavy run, Yo.

 I only planned on a 5 miler but I ran 7.36 miles with a pace of 8:18 average. 

Do you remember how I ordered a Smartwool base layer shirt from Steep and  Well I did and it came in the mail today. Shweet!

I paid $33.99 on Steep and Cheap and the Smartwool website has the same NTS Microweight Crew shirt for $65.  Now I  need to find another pair of pants, gloves and a hat (and maybe a jacket?!) and I’ll feel more at ease and prepared for the crazy weather coming. 

Happy Anniversary to Mick and I.  Problem with my realizing this and stating it today?  Well probably because our anniversary was actually September 21st (or 22nd).  I’d need to look it up on the marriage license to be for sure.  Who’s really at fault?  My selfish sister.  I depend on my little sister to remind me.  Every year I get a text from her the morning of.  First, she didn’t invite on her honeymoon.  I got over that (kind of).  Now, she planned a 10 day trip Europe to play in Barcelona and Paris instead of being here to remind me of Mick’s and my most special day.  Nahh..

My Parents’ Favorites…

28 Sep
Today was borderline crappy.  My dad ended up in the hospital.  He’s a young, good-lookin’ fella so it was unexpected and very alarming.  He had a stroke a few years ago but other than that, he’s been pretty healthy.  He’s active.  He’s been admitted overnight for testing so hopefully the specialists can get to the bottom of his pale coloring, labored breathing and irregular heart beat.  In the end, I not only feel bad for him but I feel really bad for my mom since she’s full of dread and helplessness.
Before all the drama with my dad began, I dressed for work like most days.  I wore some new American Eagle jeans (yes, it seems all of my jeans have been AE lately, right?).  My sweater’s a year old and from Express.  Just noticed the fogginess near my buttocks — a ghost grabbing my hiney?  Maybe?!

Heels – super comfortable Mary Jane’s from Aerosoles.

Left work at noon as I usually do.  Since my parents were playing the waiting game at the hospital, I had the pleasure of visiting with my other siblings.  They are my parent’s favorite children.  They would be….”the boys”…. Ralphie and Toby.

I used to think my mom was going to say something about my two sons when she referenced “the boys” but she was referring to her dogs.

“The boys” are “daisy” dogs (mixture of Poodle, Bichon, Maltese, Shih Tzu, and possible other breeds that the breeder won’t disclose).  My parents got them from some Nazi lady in Grand Rapids.  Here’s her website –  She had tons of rules when my parents adopted the boys.  Some of the rules include:

– She had to meet everyone in the household (in my parents case it was just my mom and dad).

– She picked out your dog.

– You couldn’t enter her home and pick out your own puppy yourselves.  She chose the dog based on your personality.

My parents would normally of walked away from a weirdo like that but they were sold on the dogs because they were hypoallergenic and non-shedding.  Plus, they’re supposed to be very sweet.  Ralphie and Toby are very sweet and extremely entertaining.  My parents intended on getting one dog but Jennifer/Nazi lady talked/suckered my parents into getting two dogs at a discounted price.  She said one dog would be lonely.  They were the “boobies” of the litter.  Ralphie had an overbite and Toby supposedly had bad knees.

After spending time with my brothers, headed home, I ran 12.04 miles with an average pace of 8:07 (total 1:37 hours).  No music.  All was well and beautiful until near the end when I got a little chilled.  Not sure why because it was in the high 50’s?!

Today was a weak day for me.  I itched.  I scratched.  I had cat scratch feva!!  Not really.  I know I don’t have it bad with this poison ivy rash after looking at the pictures of other people’s rashes on the internet.  But….damn it, I couldn’t take it anymore. 

I found poison ivy under a tree right up by the driveway.

I feel like those plants are a bunch of demons just laughing at me.  I haven’t had an allergic reaction for a few years so I got cocky.  I thought I was invincible and I am most definitely not.  I’m not sure if I picked a poison ivy plant while weeding or if Sophee, the golden retriever, got it on her fur while frolicking through the trees and such.

Earlier today, I tried putting bandaids all over my arms to help take my mind of the nasty, oozing bumps but that only helped for an hour or so.  I have scars from previous years of getting the rash.  The reason…I have no self-control and I itch and gouge out my arms with my fingernails.  Messed up, I know.

Today is day 5 of the rash so I figure I have another 7 days of misery.  More bumps will surely come.  They always do.

Good Things And Bad Things…

27 Sep

Bad thing – I didn’t run today.

Good thing – My legs deserved a break.


Good thing – My poison ivy is pretty contained to under ten small spots.

Bad thing – I caught my son, Brucee, staring at my pus-leaking, poison ivy blisters in absolute disgust.


Good thing – The joy that our dog, Sophee, gets from riding in the car to run errands with me (she always gets left at home).

Bad thing – All the fur on the seats and the noseprints on the windows she leaves behind.


Bad thing – I forgot that the new season of “Sister Wives” started on September 25th.

Good thing – D V R caught it for me from my recording prior seasons.


Bad thing – The Secretary of State website wouldn’t let me renew my plates online.

Good thing – No wait when I walked in to the local SOS branch.


Bad thing – I didn’t write a “real” post today.

Good thing – You don’t have to read my babble about getting my boobs massaged, about the dumb woman who threw up on the Chicago bus (and who’s puke got on my purse which had been resting on the floor), or see the dorky outfit I threw on this morning.


Tomorrow.  It’s almost here.

Not A Relaxing Experience….

26 Sep

They should write a song about Monday and how awful it is, ya think?  Actually, I’m kidding, there are lots of songs about Mondays.  Let’s list the top ten, shall we:

1.  They Call It Stormy Monday (But Tuesday’s Just as Bad) – T-Bone Walker

2.  I Don’t Like Mondays – The Boomtown Rats

3.  Blue Monday – New Order

4.  Monday Monday – The Mamas & The Papas

5.  New Moon On Monday – Duran Duran

6.  Monday – Wilco

7.  Long Monday – John Prine

8.  Manic Monday – The Bangles

9.  Monday Monday Monday – Tegan and Sara

10.  Blue Monday – Little Milton

(Credit to Robert of the Radish @

I originally had today off but felt guilty for it.  Ohh, I hate feeling guilty so I went in.  Everyone cheered when they saw me.  Not really.

Since I ride horses in my spare time, I wore Gap riding pants and a Gap dusty rose top with some cute studded Granny shoes (B Makowsky)….

I do not ride horses.  I don’t trust them and they think I’m a joke.  My friend and I went to Cancun a few years back and for fun, she wanted to ride horses along the ocean.  I was game.  I was scared but I thought it’d be kind of neat.  Well, those poor horses were hot and tuckered from being ridden every day by stupid tourists.  Most of them never got to get in the water (only a couple would have that pleasure).  So, I think they were bored and irritated and they were looking for a little entertainment.  We were warned it could happen, and sure enough, my horse did it. Without any warning, he rolled in the sand on the beach….with me still on him.  Before that, as we’re walking along a trail to the ocean, another horse came up beside us and kicked me in the foot.  I still can’t believe he didn’t break any bones.  I know all the horses got a KICK out of me.  They sensed  my fear and they played with me and tortured me.

So…. I’m not going to go into great detail about a horrible experience I had on the previous trip when the girls and I went to Mexico.  I don’t like to be touched…I have major space issues.  Everybody who knows me knows I have a magical bubble that should NOT be invaded/crossed.  The girls all wanted to get massages.  Again, I didn’t want to be the odd one out so I got a massage too.  The chick massaged my boobs.  I WAS MOLESTED BY THE MASSEUSE!!  When we all met in the lobby, I asked my friends if they received the same treatment and they all looked at each other and roared with laughter.  I’ll forever be messed up by it.  My future massages will all involve me taking a Xanax first.  And….they will not be done in Mexico.

After much procrastination, I finally ran at 4:45pm.

It was beaut-TA-FULL.  Sunny and 64 degrees.  Can’t get much better than that, right?  I ran 7.59 miles in one hour exactly.  That’s an average pace of 7:57.  Is that speed training?  (8:05, 7:41, 7:49, 8:02, 7:56, 8:06, 7:59, 7:55)  Not for others but I think it was for me?!

#Runchat …It Was My First Time Tonight.

25 Sep

I didn’t run today because I did twenty (20)…two zero, veinte miles yesterday.  I still can’t believe it.  I mean, I did almost 18 miles a few weeks before but twenty seems so huge….cRaZY.  I was waiting to see how the twenty went to decide if I was going to sign up for the Grand Rapids marathon. 


In 20 days (October 16th), I’ll be running in the Grand Rapids marathon.  OMG!!

I can do this.  I know I can.  I’m not going to go really fast.  I’m not wearing a funny “look at me” costume (because I don’t want anyone to look at me).  But I will complete it.  I just hope I’m healthy for it since I was sick for the 1/2 marathon I did on September 18th. 

I realize I didn’t take a picture of myself today.  I’m sure NO ONE cares but it didn’t feel right to do a post and not include one picture, soooooo…..

It’s gritty.  It’s not pretty.  And, now you know one of my fears when I go to bed at night. 

I rode my bike.  It was kind of fun.  I rode for 11.32 miles.  It took me 58 minutes.  I stopped at my mom’s to get medicine for my poison ivy (and mooch food from her…more to follow on that excitement).  I returned something to the library.  I saved gas, right?

I was bad though.  I didn’t wear a helmet.  I rode to my mom and dad’s and she got after me for the helmet thing. 

I walked into her house and it smelled like grilled veggies.  She had black bean soup (Panera’s recipe she claimed), grilled veggies and raw, cut up veggies with humus sitting out on the counter.  I helped myself, of course  — I’m the daughter so I can do that, right?  Yeah, sure.

Took the boys to see the movie, Abduction.  Now if they cut out the kissy-kissy crap, I would say yes, I liked it.  All the sexual tension was embarrassing to watch in front of my sweet, innocent boys (13 1/2 and 15 1/2). 

Came home and made black bean soup.  I was craving it after the small bowl I had earlier.  The recipe I used was my mom’s (not the copycat Panera one) as well but super simple and fast.

I’ll share it:

Black Bean Soup

2 cans black beans

1/2 cup water

1/2 cup onion, chopped

3 cloves garlic, minced

1 can dice tomatoes (with jalapenos)

1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper

1/4 teaspoon cumin

Saute onion and garlic. Blend one can beans and 1/2 cup water.  Add to onion and garlic.  Add other can of beans and the other ingredients.  Bring to a boil. Simmer for a 1/2 hour. 

No picture of my finished product because then you wouldn’t want it.  Ha!!  No really, it’s good.  I will not share her black bean brownie recipe because that’s just wrong.  My dad cringes.  I love you, Mom!!

Being I waited until 8 o’clock to serve dinner (pork on the grill, zucchini, black bean soup, etc), I was a poorly performing participant in #runchat on Twitter.  I had no idea people actually chatted on #runchat?!  I was including #runchat on some of my new post announcements (not at the proper time, mind you).  I know, I’m a ding a ling.  I just happen to see warnings that #runchat was about to start (5 minutes, 4 minutes, 3 minutes….you get what I mean) while I was waiting for the potatoes and such to finish  up on the grill. 

8pm, ET on Sundays.  Be there or be stupid!!  If you run (not “if you have the runs”) you should check it out.

Poison Ivy. Oh Balderdash!

24 Sep

Oh Crikeees!!  I woke up with poison ivy on my arm this morning.  I always ruin myself when I have poison ivy because I can’t not touch it.  I’m obsessed with it.  People comment on how much I stare at it.  I itch myself til I bleed.  I have millions of weeds just waiting to be harvested in my yard and I innocently thought I could pull a couple.  WRONG!!

Today was the day I was supposed to do the 20 mile “fun run”.  The run was being offered to the public by my favorite running store, Playmakers.  It was mainly for those signed up for the Detroit and Grand Rapids marathons.  As you know, I’m not signed up for either one but was curious to see what 20 felt like.  My highest run before today was 17.71 so I really wasn’t that far off.

When waking up at 6:30am, I was trying to think of a good reason for backing out but no reason appeared.  Threw on some runwear for the 45 degree weather.  No one probably cares what I wore but because I was nervous I was going to forget something, I neglected to take a picture of run look.

Beautiful!  It was perfect.  My gloveless hands were ice cold for the first 3 miles.  The sun was shining.  No breeze.  No rain.  No music (no need for it).  Just running along the river with new friends.

So glad I followed through with it.  I had a goal of running easy with a 9 minute mile average.  I was afraid of getting lost on the course because I’m so navigationally (not a word?!) challenged.  Lucky me because I chose to run with people who were running about an 8:18 average.  Sadly, they either stopped to get drinks at the aid stations (and never caught back up) or they just decided to be done at mile 18.  I kind of freaked because I was sure I’d get lost without them..  I’m serious, I have two GPS’s going in the car whenever I go anywhere.  The trail was marked but not very good for this girl’s eyes.

In the end, I ran the 20 miles in 2:49 hours (about 8:27 mile average).

Went to Roo’s soccer game and then back home for a shower, meal and a nice nap.

Mick and I went to the Detroit Tiger’s game.  I wore my new American Eagle skinnies and a top from J Crew which had a keyhole in the back of it.  Love my knee-high boots…

The plan was to surprise our friend’s wife.  It was her birthday.  It was so much fun.  We chowed and drank for the whole game.  I think  that the Tigers lost 6 to 5 (wasn’t totally focused on the game).  Great fireworks at the end.

Look it’s Mick….

Popcorn all over the carpeting…

What’s going on with my neck?!

Mick and I were the only losers who didn’t get a hotel room at MGM.  Too late.  We didn’t have a choice once we figured it out because we left our 13 and 15 year olds home alone.

Mick didn’t drink and I drink a lot.  Good thing he was driving, right?  I can barely drive sober.  I’m a suckee driver.