Wednesday, October 22, 2008

It makes me sleep, Gman, not so much

Last night I'd had enough of the tossing and turning and popped a little blue pill. I didn't warn Gman ahead of time. On the rare occasions when I just need to sleep and resort to pharmaceuticals he has been quite entertained by my nocturnal flopping about. I remember waking up sometime in the middle of the night to him petting my hair. I remember mumbling I took something, rolling over and slipping back into a fitful sleep.

This morning in our usual morning check-in call I asked how he was and he said something along the line of "hosed." Concerned, I asked if I had kept him awake. He said yes, it was me. Although I remember nothing but the aforementioned petting, apparently I was all over the bed and full of things to mumble about. So much for a drug-induced nights sleep. Perhaps I should invest more in the deep breathing and warm milk and less in the hope of sleeping like the lady in the commercial with the butterfly (or is that a moth) flying through her dreams.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Run Fat Girl, Run

Ugh, the diet is not going so well. I don't know if my body has kicked into the mode where it needs to store up for the winter or if it is my "running piglet qi" but mostly I've been watching my weight bounce up and down. Why? Simple answer carbs, glorious carbs! Mostly sugary ones. Girl scout cookies (85 cases anyone?) abound, apple pie, pumpkin spice cake, pumpkin bars, donuts. I've fallen off the wagon and the only reason I can get up is because of running.

Buildermama and I are running an 8K (~5 miles) at the Richmond Marathon on November 15. To get ready I've been running at least 3 times a week, I'm up to a little over 4 miles and this weekend is scheduled for 4.5 and I am going to do a 5K race back home this weekend at my college Homecoming.

While we are home we will also be celebrating my parents' 40th wedding anniversary. My sister and I wanted to plan a trip for them. Mom decided she'd rather have lunch at a local restaurant instead. My sister and I said we'd take care of it. I took care of the inviting, my sister took care of the menu. Of course Mom had to put in her two cents. Let's hope her menu choices this time are more successful than at Thanksgiving when she insisted that no one likes pecan pie (because she doesn't).

Friday, October 17, 2008

Swearing in German


Why haven't I posted in so long? Well you see, Google thinks we are in Germany and all of the Google related sites, including blogger have all the menus in German which may be the land of my ancesters but I read not a word. Verizon says they bought IP addresses and Google just hasn't registered them yet. Not sure I believe it because none of the things they suggested have worked to correct the issue. Fortunately only Google is affected, unfortunately Google affects a whole lot of things. Thankfully we've stuck with German, some of the neighbors are now in France.

Cute things kids say:

Me: Okay, git 'er done (in my best 'Mater/Larry the Cable Guy voice)
Boobah: Did you say that because I am a girl?
Me (Quizzical look) Huh?
Boobah: Well you said "Get HER done" if I was a boy would have you said "Get him done"
Me: I said git ER done, ah just forget it and wash yourself

Running is good, I am in week 4 of the 8 week training program for a 10K. Buildermama and I are doing the 8K at the Richmond Marathon November 15 and I figure being a few Ks ahead is a good plan. I just want to be able to run the whole thing. My sister and I are doing the Country Music 1/2 Marathon in April and I am signed up for the Columbia Triathlon in May and Iron Girl in August--I can't believe I am planning stuff this far ahead!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Sarah Palin, Post Turtle

OK, I may be the only one who hasn't seen or heard this but I couldn't resist it given the accuracy of the sentiment.

While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher who's hand was caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Palin and her bid.

The old rancher said, "Well, ya know, Palin is a 'Post Turtle'".

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a 'post turtle' was.
The old rancher said, "When you're driving down a country road you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top - that's a 'post turtle".

The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face so he continued to explain. "You know she didn't get up there by herself, she doesn't belong up there, and she doesn't know what to do while she's up there, and you just wonder what kind of dummy put her up there to begin with".

This rendition comes from Cafe Talk but if you search on Palin, post turtle it is actually EVERYWHERE!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Time to 'fess up

The whole diet thing, pretty much down the toilet. Reality has hit, its not tri season any more and I can't keep eating as much as I was. Since moving upstairs at work I have discovered it is a vast wasteland littered with donuts and lunches where there isn't a lettuce leaf in sight. I still fit into my pants but I am afraid it won't be for long. I haven't made it to a Weight Watchers meeting in week. BuilderMama and I were whining to each other and have decided to do the daily--Good, Bad or Ugly check-in. Hopefully that will get me back on track. We are scheduled to run an 8K in about seven weeks. The lighter the easier the run!

On the exercise front there hasn't been too much going on. A trip to the podiatrist ended up with a brand spanking new pair of custom orthotics which are supposed to make my feet feel better. By the time I got those the season's first cough had settled in. I've had one run in them, not as much pain. I need to find really thin socks to help everything fit into my shoes! My feet are huge as it is, just no way I am getting BIGGER shoes!

So, here is to getting back on the exercise and eating right track!

Sunday, October 5, 2008

You are never too old for flip cup

Last night was our annual neighborhood ladies' group progressive dinner. Not nearly as classy as it sounds. This year we had an Olympic theme. There were five events--bean bag toss, putting, pictionary, Pandora's box (opening well taped wrapped boxes while wearing oven mitts) and flip cup. The teams were randomly assigned other than to assure spouses were not on the same team. The host at the first house dressed up as Michael Phelps, complete with blue track suit, pool slides and 8 medals. Another one of the husbands came in khaki shorts, a blue jacket, red, white & blue tie carrying the American flag. The games were fun and it was nice to get to talk to lots of people since we are relative newcomers having only been in our house a little over two years. There was a lot of talk about Team USA cheating, as one of the UN referees I can corroborate that they certainly were competitive.

After the planned games the real fun began--flip cup. I'd never played flip cup although it gained great legend after last years party. We left before it began last year. Both Gman and I put in our time this year. I never drink beer but I last night I made up for lost time. I have no idea how many beers I drank since they were all one gulp at a time. As the evening wore on it became the "chicks" vs "dicks." Trash talking went to a whole new level. Our next door neighbor left the table and was bent over in the bushes, after a couple of minutes she came back swearing she hadn't lost dinner. I had to believe her, no one looks that good after puking in the bushes. For all the beer no one was out of control, mean or hanging on anyone else's spouse (at least that I saw). I enjoyed the contained chaos--a balance of college wild side mixed with adults who have to get up and function the next day. Considering how horrible I'd felt most of the week I was surprised that I felt okay last night and even better, I didn't feel like crap this morning. In fact I felt good--although I will admit to a 3 hour nap this afternoon.

Counting down to next year...