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Please Let My Toenails Grow Back Before The Cruise…

3 Nov

I’m ready to admit that my foot modeling days are officially over (they actually never started).   Seriously, I hope my toenails are in good standing by the time we go on our cruise.  I don’t understand it.  I don’t have sweaty feet.  I keep them totally naked (no polish).  I even put the anti-fungal poison crap on twice a day, religiously.  What the heck?!

Whatever.  Let’s move on.

It’s funny because every time I tell Mick he should get a flu shot, he gets testy with me.  I got one so he should get one, right?  He hates needles.  Big, strong man hates baby needles…  But he should get one cause the dork always gets a bad viral cootie every winter.  What’s funny is I normally won’t get one either because I’ve gotten some in the past and I don’t like the way the shot site hurts for 2-3 days after.  Besides I drink Airborne and I suck on the Pink Himalayan Sea Salt my mom gave me.  I didn’t plan on getting the shot but I did get one unplanned while shopping at Sam’s Club.  The shot itself never hurts.  For kicks, I rubbed the crap out of my delt after the shot in hopes of aleviating some of the soreness.  Either it worked or the chick didn’t give me enough juice because I  had absolutely NO soreness.  Cha!  I mean, Shaaa!

Do you have a tattoo artist?  I do.  Actually, I have two that I really like.  Their names are Spiz and Curtis.  I left a message for Curtis to call me back because I’m ready to get my “13.1” and my “26.2” tattoos.  I’ve earned ’em.  I’m not a bumper sticker type of girl.  I like ink!

This morning, I threw on a J Crew long sleeve grey shirt with sequins and paired it with BKE Stella jeans (should have worn skinnies).  Closed the deal with some Skechers boots.  I thought I looked cuter than this but now that I’m looking at the picture, I looked like a total goofus.

See the dress hanging on the door to the left?  I need to put it back in the basement, but…I’m a procrastinator.  I fished that old bridesmaid’s dress out because I had high hopes that Roo Dog (16 year old son) would wear it for Halloween.  I always think it’s a hoot when boys dress as girls.  That’s an instant success/laugh in my eyes.  Instead, the young punk wore a skeleton mask made for a 5 year old and a sweatshirt.  I wouldn’t have given him candy but people did.

After working so hard at the sweatshop (not really), I was able to get a haircut and highlight.  Thank goodness for the lightbox because I needed it today.  It was just an awful, ugly day.  Here’s a picture from where I rested under a blowdryer.

The sky looked like it wanted to drop some showers on us all day.  It was seriously dreary.  I was bummed because I just didn’t feel like running in the cold.  I knew that in order to be comfortable for the majority of the run, I’d have to wear enough clothing where I’d be cold for the first 3 miles.  I hate being cold so I was sure I’d blow off running outside.  The idea of the TM just makes me cringe.

Glad I got my hair did but bummed I didn’t ask her to keep the highlights mild.  Probably too light which means I’ll be coming back sooner for more maintenance…

At 5:25pm, I ran 10.34 miles with an average mile/minute of 8:04.

I’m not sure why but I felt awesome on my run.  I could breathe, for one (I had a hard time yesterday).  It was about 45 degrees (felt like 39) and windy and dark for most of the run.  Maybe it was because I wore my marathon pants from October 16th and the tech shirt from that race.  That was a good day.

Sucks because this coming Sunday is daylight savings time so we’ll “fall back” (gain an hour) but that means it’ll get darker sooner.  Mick’s got “people”.  These “people” are just waiting for me to run in the dark so they can easily get away with running me over.  You know, so Mick can collect all the insurance $.  He smiles when I tease him about it but I wonder…


Asians Are Beautiful…

7 Jul

Went and got my haircut today.  It was looking a bit mullet-y.

I love the floor at the place I get my haircut.  It’s cement w/tiny spots and then a thick glaze over top.  I would love, love, love to have that in my house (especially my new kitchen) but I’m told by Mick that it’s for new construction only (cause our house isn’t strong enough for the heaviness of it).  Bum deal! 

After my cut, I came home and made little Brucee take a picture.  Sorry for all the bra strap.


I wanted him to take a picture looking down so I made him get up on a stool.  Under his breath, he said, “Dangerous…..”.  I made him do it anyways.  It’s not like I was asking him to get up on the roof. 

I’m sure you’ve notice the tat on the back of my neck.  My dad says it’s dirt and has tried to rub it off.  Oh Dad…

Trouble’s a brewin’ at my place because I just picked up the True Blood, Season 3 from the library.  I’m not going to get anything done in the next 7 days… no cooking, cleaning or exercising… (not really)


Ate a little Clif Bar (oatmeal raisin…YUMMM..should have ate 3). 

Decided I’d take a little run today.  Put on my SR shirt and took off for a 3.5 mile run (8:07 average pace).  NO MUZIC!!!  Crazy, I know, cause I always run with music but I wanted to know what it’d feel like to run “hands free”.   The whole run, all I could think about was how good my hair smelled from all the product the hairdresser put in my hair.

Got home, lifted my running skirt to get my boys’ attention.  I embarrass them…It’s okay because we live in the country.

Stole the 4-wheeler from one of my cute little skids… 


Brucee asked about my SR shirt.  Asked if that’s why I wanted to move to Southern California (cause I told him I always wanted to move to NC or South California).  I said that’s where all the beautiful people lived, half joking, of course.  He thought about this and said, “no, all the beautiful people are Asian”.   This kid is a frickin’ hoot!!

Heard a ruckus in the basement and as usual, the boys had torn up yet another room and moved my furniture around to make a “slap ball” court.  Not sure what the point of the game is but it’s very loud.

Poor little Bella.  Her tummy is making horrible noises.  This happens every week or so.  I only feed her her dog food and water so I don’t know what her deal is. 

To wrap up the evening, the boys and I went to watch their dad’s two softball games.  Since the games got done early, went to the local bar for dinner and drinks.  I only had one margarita so I didn’t overdo it. 

Night POOPY Pants!!

My, Your Face Looks Like…. a Monkey?!

22 Jun

With it misting on and off, the temperature was 70 degrees for my run this morning which I started at approximately 8am.  I ran a total of 8.75 miles but I cheated on the last two because I kept resting by walking.  My pace was an average of 8:36 a minute but I think that was because I was conscientiously trying to take smaller strides.  Oh and for my listening enjoyment, I listened to the Marilyn Manson station on Pandora.

Random pictures —

Mick, my poor mate,  hates my monkey face…  So, in turn, I do it as much as I can.  Unfortunately, it’s going to permanently stretch out my face.


Took  Brucee and Roo, my boys, for haircuts.  BEFORE…

 Still irritated but at least the shag is gone.  AFTER…

Promised them fast food so I nabbed a baked potato and chili for myself.  I got a Coke too because I was really craving one.  A girl gets to cheat sometimes, right?

Had to work 4-8pm.  Took the stairs two at a time.  It’s fun, try it.  But, ONLY go up.  Do NOT go down two at a time.  No, I haven’t tried going down but the body just knows it’s not right and bad things will happen (especially in heels). 

Home for the night.  My sweet daughter made dinner.  Chicken fajitas w/rice and refried beans.  Lucky to have her. 

I’m going to watch one episode of Chopped and then I promised myself I’d go to bed.  Shnight…