Thursday, September 15, 2011

Everything is 'heaven' with this guy

Everything's "heaven" with this guy. The comment if he had a piece of gum, "I'm in heaven." Had to taste a chocolate bar, "oh, oh, I'm in heaven." The parking space is "heaven."
~Larry David

I had one of those heavenly runs today. I had a little knee pain that worked itself out in the first mile, and after that I felt like I was flying (at a snail's pace, of course). I could have run forever if Sweet Husband didn't have to take our smelly shelties to the groomers. Charlie especially is getting a little gamey.

I ran five miles in 54 minutes. I could have easily flown through the half marathon today. I hope I feel this good day of. I was singing as I ran, which doesn't look crazy at all, I'm sure.

Today I am getting my harr did. I usually drive 45 minutes away to get my roots done, but Mint Jr. has put a damper on travel and now my hair is out of control. So I am going to a local place for a cut and highlight.

Make me look like this, please.


dream on!
Can you believe someone hit Reese with a car while she was running? What a nightmare. Stick to golf courses and running trails, Ms. Witherspoon. And can you imagine the person who hit her when they realized who she was? I mean, don't get me wrong, it sucks to run over anyone, I imagine, but a darling pint-sized Oscar winner? MegaBummer.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The zombie shuffle

In those moments where you're not quite sure if the undead are really dead, dead, don't get all stingy with your bullets. I mean, one more clean shot to the head, and this lady could have avoided becoming a human Happy Meal.
Woulda... coulda... shoulda.
~Zombieland

Sweet Husband has been out of town for the last several days. When he is gone, I take that opportunity to drink wine and stay up too late reading. So, pretty much the same thing as when he is in town, minus the pesky morning run.

I have an IPad 2 (be jealous -- it is awesome) with the Kindle app. I used to be Miss Superiority Snob about electronic books. They are killing literature, the experience of turning the page is irreplaceable, blah blah blah. Until I actually got one. I love it for several reasons.

1.) I can read while feeding Mint Jr. or in bed with the lights out.

2.) I have access to virtually unlimited books without having to go to the bookstore 45 minutes away.

3.) The books are cheaper

4.) And perhaps the most important: I can buy crap cotton-candy books without any shame. I am addicted to young adult dystopian fiction, and I can buy these without the shame of taking a young adult book to the checkout counter.

So anyway, I have just been getting whatever Amazon recommends me next, which in this case was Forest of Hands and Teeth.


Something that would have been good to know? When they say "The Fallen," they mean MOTHER-EFFING ZOMBIES!!! I am terrified of the undead anyway. Throw that in with cheap white wine and an absent husband, and you've got a recipe for staying up all night long, too scared to turn on the light or even go to the bathroom. Thankfully, Mint Jr. slept all night and I didn't have to brave the hallway, which I was certain was filled with the undead. I was certain that every sound was the soft moaning of the brain-hungry zombies, every movement their shuffling feet.

Anyway, good, entertaining book, but I was disappointed/annoyed by the ending. And her obsession with the ocean? Get over yourself!

I did get a run in on Sunday. The moment Mint Jr. awoke, I took him to the grandparents and had a glorious 6 mile run in 1 hour, 8 minutes. Fabulous.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Martinis, steak and cheesecake, oh my!

Sweet Husband and I met some family for a tasty steak meal last night, with drinks and dessert. (creme brule! cheesecake! I'm in heaven!) Sweet Husband was the designated driver, and Mint Jr. was put to bed by the babysitter, so I was free to partake in copious amounts of booze. A split of champagne, two martinis, a glass of white, one of red, and an Irish coffee later, I was feeling pretty fine.

And after that calorie bombfest (WORTH IT!) I got up to run today. I was planning on 6-8, but my Garmin died at about 3 1/2.
Garmin, nooooooooo!

So I headed home for a total of about five. I am totally dependent on my Garmin. How did I ever run before without it?

So tonight we are meeting more friends for pizza, and Mint Jr. will be my date. I hope to sneak in a fiver tomorrow in pizza penance.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Well, at least he's cute

Yesterday I had a lovely, pleasant run where there is a chill in the air, and nary a golfer on the course. Perfection.

Today, notsomuch.

Maybe the weather was pleasant, but I'll never know, as I was up all night with screaming Mint Jr. We have a video monitor in our room, where we can watch him cry in night vision, Paris Hilton-style.

That's just gross
So, no run this morning.

In other news, I have a fancy-pants wedding and rehearsal dinner to go to Oct. 1. The first dress I ordered was fantastic -- if I were a supermodel. The model looks amazing. I looked like an orange Big Bird.

you were dreaming, fatty
So I've ordered two other dresses that don't add up to half the cost of the other one (winning!)

rehearsal

wedding

Wish me luck! I'm worried they are a little short and slutty. Hmmmm. Slutty is not the Grace Kelly look I was going for.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Dagwood, I have what it takes!

You can’t teach people to be lazy – either they have it, or they don’t.
~Dagwood Bumstead

Now I didn't run yesterday, which can be written off as a rest day since I had my long run Monday. I didn't run this morning, either, I slept in instead. No excuse there.
Me, about 6 a.m.
While I may have decided to be a lazy slug, Mint Jr. was up-and-at-em, doing what he does best

Being adorable, of course

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

ooooooh BURN!

Sunburn is very becoming, but only when it is even – one must be careful not to look like a mixed grill.
~ Noel Coward

Sunday night we had a get-together and stayed up waaaaay too late by parent standards drinking with Elly May Clampett and listening to old country and western songs.

 We poured ourselves into bed around midnight. I wasn't too banged up, as I still had the wherewithall to make my overnight oats. I'd missed my long run the week before due to a weird, out-of-nowhere thunderstorm. I'd put off my long run that weekend and figured that it was blown again, since I'd gulped down a whole bottle of that tasty white wine. And frozen Junior Mints, of course.

I woke up and fooled around long enough before I decided that I actually had to run at noon. I promised myself I only had to do five, and if I felt like more, I would. Well, the first few were killer, but I got a second wind around 4 1/2 miles and decided to do at least 8.

Every single day is the same. I start out telling myself I'm miserable, don't want to run, and I am just going to do a couple of miles. Then I just keep going. I guess I need to lie to myself to get myself out of bed, otherwise a long run can look too daunting.

So anyway, I decide to do 8, then around 7 I decide to go for 10. I was running at a slug pace, and kept having to tell myself to stand up straight and relax my shoulders. I was really struggling on those last couple of miles. I finished 10.45miles in 2 hours, 3 minutes with about 8 minutes of breaks for an average page of 11:36. Feeling pretty good about being able to complete my half-marathon in a month.

Slow still counts as running!
I came home and took an ice bath and drank some chocolate milk, which really was the highlight of the whole day. Today I am getting around like the Tin Man without his oil can

I could still run faster than you.
Shut it, Tin Man.

It was a pretty pleasant day, not too hot with a breeze, so now this genius has sexy tan lines

Bringing sexy back

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Move over, Taylor Swift

I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited.
~ Oscar Wilde

My band had a great show on Friday. It was especially great, as I got to sign a few autographs (bizarre) and a little girl told me she loved me as much as Taylor Swift. Sweet Husband said we were going to have to butter my head to get fit it through the door.
Then your hair will be greasy.
Tell me about it, Taylor.

So yesterday I did my hippie-mom duty of making Mint Jr.'s baby food. I can't imagine I'll have the time to do this with FutureKid 2.0. Things were a cluster-eff yesterday.

Peas and carrots
The dogs have finally figured out that Mint Jr. + gravity = goodness, so they were circling this guy's high chair like sharks

Come to me, my minions
Sweet Husband came by to play an acoustic set during my great cooking extravaganza

gratuitous cute shot

So far Sunday has been great. I got up and ran five miles at an average of 10:36. This for me is a ridiculous, hold-on-to-your-hats breakneck pace.


The Garmin is the best invention ever

I feel awesome today, and can totally legitimize my HBO/Junior Mints/bottle of wine consumption!

For my hot date with Larry David