Archive | December, 2011

I Get So Jealous…

31 Dec

It’s funny how when I’m driving and I see a fellow runner that I get really jealous.  Jealous enough that I’m tempted to turn around, go home, get my running gear and run.  I love that.  That’s a good thing, right?

At 12:14pm, I ran 12.85 miles with an average mile/minute of 8:34.  It was just lovely out at 36 degrees (felt like 30) and thick overcast. 

It’s New Year’s Eve but that doesn’t mean much to me.  It’s like any other night.  We did get an invite from my aunt and uncle.  I think they felt sorry for us.  That’s okay.  I love hanging out with them.

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Out For The Count!!

31 Dec

Oops.  I didn’t post yesterday.  It got away from me.

It’s hard to post on my boring days but yesterday was anything but boring.

My day started out lovely.  I got to be by the water with my brothers…

My brothers, Ralphie and Toby. Yes, they lick their butts.

My sisters and I (and our husbands) are helping my mom with her dogs since she’s carrying a Handicap Parking Pass.  My mom’s getting better so eventually I won’t get all the alone time with the boys.   My mom has MS but she’s normally a walking maniac.   A lot of people don’t know that she has MS because she moves so well.  At first, we thought my mom’s back problems stemmed from an MS flare from the stresses of my dad’s sickness/death.  She fessed up that when she fell at my sister’s on October 9th, she did do some damage to her lower half.  We were landscaping my sister and BIL’s new house and my mom (within 10 minutes of starting the project) jumped on a shovel to get some real depth in the dig.  She fell backwards and broke her pubis maximus in three spots and tore her labrum.  CRAZY LADY!!!  Pretty sure her brain was unaffected.

My sisters and I should have known she was going to do something like this before because she thinks she’s invincible and tries to fly.  We’ve all encountered her falling while doing very stupid things.

ANYWAYS, the day progressed.  Who girl and I took Sophee for a walk as well which lasted over 3 miles.  Sophee didn’t move from the couch for the rest of the day.  Can you say, “OUT…of…SHAPE”?

Okay, there’s no easy way to explain the next relationship.  The kids and I went to a birthday party for Who’s boyfriend, Deeg’s Grandma.  She turned 80!!!  It was from 2-4 so Mick couldn’t come.  He was working.

Awesome food at the PAR TEE

Deeg's parents, Deeg's Grandma and Who Girl...

I had good intentions to make dinner last night but was sucked in to going out to meet friends for dinner.  I can’t ever turn down an invite.

By the time I came home, I was totally whooped.  Bed at midnight and I was out for the count….

Guess What? I Ran Today.

29 Dec

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.  In the next month, we’ll be going on a cruise.  I’m extremely anxious about it.  No one in my family understands why and can only offer a “chill out” to make me feel better.  I just picked up a big bottle of Xanax at the pharmacy which I’m hoping I don’t have to use.  Just having the bottle should help alleviate any insanity I bring on myself.  It’s all a mind game for me.

I know we’ll have fun.   I just need to get there.

Whenever I visit the islands on our cruises, I’m always looking for the one item I neglected to buy the first time I saw six to ten years ago.  That one item would be a glass bong shaped like a man holding his huge erection.  Can you picture it?  It was awesome.  At the time, I was too shy to buy a bong.  I worried what people would think.  I could care less now.  STUPID! STUPID! STUPID (kick myself for not buying it)!  I don’t have anything against people who smoke pot.  Mick and I just don’t.  We never have.  My mom has MS and I told her she take advantage and smoke pot.  She just giggles at the suggestion.

But, see now, I love glass and this bong was some special glass.  One of these days, I will find it and it will be mine.  I’ll put in my “fairy” cabinet.

No, I did not wet my pants. It's a shadow. I promise.

At 2:46pm, I ran 6.01 miles.  Who Girl ran most of the way with me.  It wasn’t sunny but it was still beautiful out.  Who Girl didn’t agree with me.  I ran with an average mile/minute of 8:15.

And…So….That’s all I have to say about that…

Fart Smelling Burps

28 Dec
Today was the coldest day I’ve ever run outside.  The scary thing is that it will not be the coldest this winter so I need to mentally prepare myself.  I have a feeling I’ll be battling very low, uncomfortable temp’s in January and February.  Either way, it’s a pat on the back that at 10:40am, I ran 9.04 miles with an average mile/minute of 9:02.  9:02’s slow for me.  I’m trying to overlook it.  If I run at all, it’s a really good thing.
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Now, when I say it was cold, I mean the temperature was 21 degrees (felt like 14).  I’m probably wimpy in most people’s eyes.  I always imagined that running in that temp would make it difficult to breathe.  Thankfully, I never felt like it hurt when drawing in air.  It was actually very refreshing.
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I took care of my sad, pathetic, Charlie Brown Christmas tree today.  I took the ornaments off (should have left them on).  I left the lights on it and threw it in the utility room after throwing a garbage bag over it.  Good, easy livin’.
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MY TEETH HURT!!  I hate whitening my teeth.  They’re sensitive and the gel sets my nerves off for the rest of the day.  I’m getting paranoid that my coffee obsession is going to wreck my teeth.  Time to dig out my teeth/dental trays.  My dentist made mine for me 10 or so years ago (before they sold whitening kits in the stores).  I filled them up with the bleaching gel (the gel’s less than a year old).  After a half hour,  rebrushed my teeth and the trays.  Viola!
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By 4:30pm, my teeth were screaming.  I popped two ibuprofen with no relief.  I tell you, beauty can be so painful.  I think my body hates me for all the crap I’ve put it through.  I’ve punished myself with laser hair removal, tattoos, laser tattoo removal, waxing, piercings, branding and a few unmentionables.  I was kidding, Mom, I’ve never had branding done (but I wanted to back in the 90’s).
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After working till 8pm, I met up with my daughter to see the movie, “The Descendants“.  I was starving.  Who Girl wasn’t starving because she met up with her friends for pedi’s and sushi.  She was sweet and brought me leftover sushi.  Before I knew she was bringing me the sushi, I had it all planned out that I was getting nachos, popcorn, and a big fat hot dog.  I would have burped hot dogs for the whole movie.  Who Girl, in turn, would lean over to me and ask me if I farted because those burps really stink.  In the end, Who Girl saved herself from smelling fart smelling burps.
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The Descendants was sad.  I did like the way they kept saying the word, TWAT.  The word TWAT cracks… me… up.  I wish I could use it on a regular basis but that’d be frowned upon.

Weiner Dog…

27 Dec

It happens a lot.  I drive too fast down my curvy driveway and fall over the side.  Thank goodness we only got a few inches of snow which meant I could maneuver out of lawn back on to the driveway without having to call Mick for help.  I hate bugging him.  He gets so grumpy.  I get a lecture every time.

After spending a lovely four hours at work, I returned home to lay on the couch and watch mindless TV.

No run.  My hip was sore.  Hopefully tomorrow.

I was looking forward to tonight for a few weeks.  My aunt, uncle, cousin and cousin’s son were up visiting from Myrtle Beach.  We got together at my cousin Sarah’s for a Mexican fiesta.

We stayed late.  I bet she and her husband, Keith, thought we’d never leave.

They just happened to be babysitting a weiner dog named Rocky.  Rocky was the sweetest weiner dog I’ve ever met.

I used to be so scared of weiner dogs.  When I was seven, I was walking down the street and a weiner came running out and ran circles while barking at me.  I thought I was going to die.  Matter of fact, I almost peed my pants.  Rocky never would have done that.  I wanted to steal him.

Roo and a weiner dog.

Who holding my cousin's son.

Brucee in the background. My niece holding my cousin's daughter.

All the little skids.

We Survived!!

26 Dec

At 3:06pm, I ran 10.86 miles.  It was pretty out.  It was sunny and 43 degrees (felt like 37).  My average mile/minute was 8:21.

Before my run, I felt like drinking some Razz Lemonade Buzzerk in hopes that it’d give me a ton of energy.  It tasted like crap.

Blech!

I wrote this on the top because I don't like to share.

Yes, we survived.  Meijer, the 24-hour grocery store, closes every year for Christmas.  Instead of being totally focused on my loved ones, I get really edgy on Christmas Eve because I know at 6pm, Meijer will lock their doors for 36 hours.  Actually, it makes me a little crazy.  It feels like the world’s ending.  It’s so strange when you drive by Meijer and it’s completely dark and there are zero cars in the parking lot.  Just for sh*ts and giggles, I want to run up and bang on the doors and yell, “ARE YOU OPEN?  HEY! HEY! ARE YOU OPEN?”.  I’d look like a crazy lady but I’m okay with that.

Well, the sun came up today and I could feel a relief wash over me because I knew Meijer reopened this morning.  You won’t see me jumping in my car to go there because I simply don’t need anything.  I just hate, hate, hate it when they close.  Peculiar behavior, eh?

So, I’ve said before but my family (the 5 of us) all agreed that we wanted to skip the gift giving this year so we could go on a cruise.  I was loving it.  I didn’t have to rack my brain trying to figure out what to get my sons other than stupid video games.  I have minimums to meet and Who Girl is so easy to shop for (I just pretend like I’m buying for myself).  If I buy the boys clothes, they won’t wear them because even though my boys have nice clothes, they rotate between 3 stupid outfits everyday (idiots).  I end up buying winter coats and functional boring stuff for my sons because video games are STUPID.

Plus, another bonus this year was I didn’t have to hide gifts (before I wrapped them) and I didn’t have to wrap anything.  Mick’s a hard one too.  He won’t tell me what he wants and I don’t have a creative brain so I end up buying him the same boring things every year.  This year, I WAS OFF THE HOOK.  YAY ME!!

Well, Monday before Christmas, a horrible guilt came over me.  I hate feeling guilty.  Sucks!  Mick said, “go ahead and just stuff their stockings.  Oh, and it’s okay to wrap a few gifts for them”.  So, like an ass, I went back on my word.  Because I wasn’t going through it alone, I dragged an unwilling Mick with me and we powershopped Tuesday night.

Yesterday morning, Santa had come to our house and the kids were totally not prepared for it.  They received video games, perfume, shoes, a sweatshirt, Itune cards, and running clothes.  I think everyone was happy and I didn’t overdo it.  GO SHELLY!

I wish I had the self-control to spend $ like I did this year in the future years because that’s how it’s supposed to be.  They don’t need to open a million gifts.  I waste soooo much $$ every year.  That $$ definitely belongs elsewhere.

So yesterday exhausted me.  We went Mick’s side of the family at 1pm and we went to my side of the family at 6pm.  I ate too much.  I think I crashed in bed at 9:30pm

This week should be an easy one because I only have to work Tuesday and Wednesday.  The time that I am home I’ll have to concentrate really hard on not screaming at my two boys.  They make me crazy.  Boys are so physical.  I always feel like they’re going to break something.  I don’t really have anything valuable but I still don’t like to replace my sh*t.  And, they eat all day.  My sink fills up with dirty, stinky dishes.  I wish their friends would invite them over so I can be alone with my animals.  Ohh, I guess I need to keep an eye on that.  I don’t want to be some lonely “animal lady”.  Who Girl’s got a life and so she’s off here and there and I don’t get to see her a lot.  If she’s home, it seems like she’s sleeping.

This week will also be about trying to avoid the stores.  We don’t need anything so I can’t let the sales pull me in.

Merry Freakin’ Christmas!

25 Dec

Yesterday, we had a great get together at the township hall with my mom and dad’s families.

My goal was to look like a pirate, a Christmas pirate.  Not really.  It just happened…

I can’t wear the little skirt I had on to work because it’d be inappropriate but it’s PERFECT FOR CHRISTMAS!  Mick’s an ass.  He told everyone I just got done playing flag football.

Earlier, I heard Mick telling the dog how pretty she was.  I jokingly told him that I thought he was talking to me.  He said I was pretty too but I dress weird?!  Hmm.

I love getting together with my family.  It always equates to good food and lots of laughs.

My dad was missed by all.  He died two months ago so my mom burned a candle for him…

We were at the hall almost six hours.

My cousin's daughter...

My cousin, my super young-looking aunt and I.

Food!!!

My sister, little cousins and another super young-looking aunt.

A poker game was brewin'. Doesn't everyone play poker at Christmas?

Apples to Apples.

To top off the night, Mick was nice enough to put on, James Bond’s Goldfinger.   Yes, the 25 days of James Bond is almost over.  Thank god!

This morning, I walked Sophee girl two miles.  My legs were sore and needed a break after yesterday’s 14 miler.

Now we’re off to more family get togethers.  It’s another busy day but we all love it.

Merry Freakin’ Christmas!!