Stanky Leg…

Woke up and ran 10 miles at 8:30am this morning.  I did this with an 8:18 minute average mile (pretty good for me).  My knee felt good afterwards too.  Ended my run with the temp at 73 degrees (nice and sunny).   Wasn’t sure if I’d pull it off last night.   I drank more than I wanted (vodka and tonic and amaretto sours) and danced in high heel wedges til 11 the night before.

 

Last night, Mick and I went to a neighbors’/friends’ daughter’s wedding reception.  I thought we looked nice. 

Silly…

Mick always tries to be busy (like a drink in ea hand) when everybody else is dancing.  He had lots of excuses not to go out and shake his stanky leg.  Later, after giving him a hard time about not going out and dancing, he got short with me.  He said I make fun of him when he tries to dance.  This is comical to me because the whole reason the youngins were trying to get me out on the floor was so they could point and say, “look at Shelly” (the old lady dancing w/her arms in the air) and make fun of me.  See, I have my own style of dance.  I just let that music flow through me.  In turn, my hands do like a medusa thing.  And, I don’t mind making people laugh (as long as my top didn’t come down and expose me).

Mick said he doesn’t like it that I make fun of him (and he doesn’t care what others say).  But to me, if he can’t go out there and be a great dancer, then I want him to go out there and be a terrible dancer and embrace it.   Everybody loves a “fun guy”.  That, to me, is hot!!  But it’s a war I’ll never win…

Ran to the Mall to #1  get rid of the boys by dropping them off at the movies and #2 to shop for Mick’s birthday which is TOMORROW.  I always have grand ideas on how to make it special for him and I just don’t make it happen.  I’m a crappy wife.

Turkey burger and roasted spaghetti squash at Ruby Tuesday’s.  Sorry for the crap pictures.  I miss my cheap Kodak camera.  This camera is a nicer Nikon but I don’t know how to use it yet…

Watched Storage Wars w/Mick and went to bed…  Not much to say today.

We Didn’t Know It Was a Costume Party — Yes, We Did…

Nice accomodations….

I’m getting a little behind on documenting the happenings in my life.  Yesterday,  woke up in foreign surroundings.  I was awake and I was in a TENT.  Scary stuff.  Keep in mind, I haven’t slept in a tent since like 3rd grade.  We had posted citronella candles and burning sticks outside the tent so mosquitos were not a problem for us.  

Going back a little further to explain… Saturday, July 2nd, we traveled up North to friends’s cottage for a day on the water and a night of dancing.   They have an annual costume party and it’s a ton of fun.  Last year, the theme of the costume party was musicians.  This year it was TV characters.  

Mick and Roo throwing the ball around…

A group pic of everyone who dressed up (I’m missing….because I’m a HUGE capital “L” on the forehead)…

            

Mick and I..

The hosts.. Betty Rubble and Popeye…

Stuff to do at home, so Mick and I left our two boys with our friends and headed home. 

Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest but my little Who Ha (daughter) wanted to do some running and biking.  We made it really low-key by riding bikes to the high school track and then riding around town.  We ran 2 miles and biked approximately seven. 

We stopped for black raspberry ice cream cones and then ventured on to the local flea market to look in the outside sheds (pretty much all junk especially if you’re amateurs like us). 

What’s this?  Oh, nothing….

Last night we had family over for dinner (pulled pork sandwiches, oriental cabbage salad and deviled eggs).  We then went to the Farm (my husband’s business on a pond) and had a bonfire.   No mosquitos again because of the wonderful citronella candles and burning sticks. 

Here’s my little sister w/marshmellow on her face.  SMA!