I was blessed today with the opportunity to visit Maddie’s mom… and see Maddie. I was blessed to have childcare, so I could meet-up with 2 other friends… child-free. Thanks to my husband, my friend Katie, and a great sitter. I truly takes a village. I was blessed to have had time with Cindy (Maddie’s mom) at such a delicate time for Maddie. I was blessed to have spent some time in Maddie’s room… though I found it was very hard to be there.
My heart is heavy. It aches… for her mom, her dad… for her. Continue reading ‘Heavy’
Paul and I were in NYC. I’m in the mood to remember the good times… A walk in the park (Central Park, that is)… A view of the city from Central Park… Me, crashing the Today Show… Proof we got into an SNL dress rehearsal… The Staten Island Ferry terminal… Me, glowing by the lights of the Times Square… And the one pic we took in the theater when we went to see The Producers on Broadway (starring…….. Tony Danza).
Ahhhh…
savor
the
memories…
But I am going to write again about Maddie.
This 3-year-old sweetheart needs prayer now more than ever. She has been put on ECMO (life support) for the THIRD TIME. Go HERE and scroll down to get the latest update. I cannot begin to describe the number of serious complications she is currently facing.
If you want more info on Maddie, hear her parents tell her/their story, and see video - go HERE to watch a special report by one of our local news stations. If you watch, know that Madeline is currently in a much more desperate and dire situation. She needs prayer. Her doctors need prayer… her nurses… her mom and dad. Continue reading ‘I was gonna post something different today.’
Oh, the Google hits I'll get from for this little title. My sister-in-law made me do it! She has me in a headlock even as I type, really…
This post is all about being a woman (so men, you are free to go play some Xbox or tell a ref to keep his day-job or cut down a tree or somethin'), It's about having the potential to birth and nourish the birth-ed. It's about the fact that women are designed to possess more fat than men. Designed! It's about the birthin' hips, the extra fat to help protect the womb - and them boobies, them girls are All. Fat. Continue reading ‘Because I Have Boobies’
I just recently posted about this dilemma I have with cash flow and this whole obsession I have with events.
Well, guess who is courting me included me in their mass email in their search to sponsor 100 triathletes, bicyclists and runners. Active.com - for Team Polar. I’m gonna apply.
Do you think they’ll go for this angle:
- Mother of 3… ages 2, 5 and 8.
- I have a Polar Heart Rate Monitor, and I so do not look like any of those women pictured on their home page. See below…
- I have stretch marks, so my apparel will need to cover said stretch marks. I’m modest that way.
- If I can carry a 55 pound kid on one hip, a 30 pound kid on the other AND negotiate a full shopping cart in the grocery store… I could be the gal for you. Talk about endurance.
- I never finish first, but I’ve finished every time. And… so far, I’ve gotten faster each time.
- Hey Polar - let’s do this together - call out the Mutha’s… The Tired, The Weary, but The Capable. Let’s dream togetha’. If this stretch-marked woman can do it, so can other Stretch-Markians. Ummm… I could probably fine-tune this last one a little.
If nothing else, someone will get a good laugh at the application from the crazy lady with 3 little kids and stretch-marks.
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This is my running buddy, Katie. Of course, she’s more than just a running buddy, but… I’m just not gonna get all mushy. This is my Rudolph Running Buddy, Katie. She lights our way on foggy mornings. She eats her jelly donuts before our races events.
Everyone needs a Rudolph Katie.
Dear friends, family, regular visitors, lurkers and thoughtful commenters,
I don’t want to be a negative blogger. I want to be fun(ny). I want to be profound (if only on occasion). I want to be clever, and judging by my attempt at an alliterative title… I care not whether certain words are actually words. One thing is certain, I am pretty honest about the whole “motherhood thing”. I am not the mom I thought I’d be… nor the mom I want to be… but I love my kids. I just never thought I would consider “time in an institution” a desired “getaway”. They say children change a person… who knew?
Where am I going with this? Continue reading ‘The Therrible Threes’
If there is something we are not deficient in around here - it is Vitamin C. We Lu-HUV mandarin orange season. Bring it.
When I see those boxes of little orange orbs my toes go “on point”, my arms form an “O” above my head and lightly I flitter to grab me one of them boxes. I love them most because anyone can peel them (read: I don’t have to unwrap, slice, peel, mold or stir), and the kids are WILD about them. W to the I to the L to the D.
Oh, and you know the question that comes with any snack, “Can I have 2???!!!” I cooly answer, “Hmmmm… Ok, I guess. Go ahead.” It’s a psychological game I play, like it’s the equivalent to a brownie or monster cookie. Yeah, let’s splurge kids - have TWO oranges!
It’s nice to have options. It’s nicer to have options partnered with endless amounts of time AND cash AND a road bike.
Hence… my dilemma.
Here is part of my “Wanna Do” List for the spring/summer “event” season:
- the Ragner Relay (Oh My Heck, I soooo want to do this one!)
- a half-marathon
- the Pacific Crest endurance duathlon (Read: the Half-Iron course… however, that dream may need to wait until the kids are a bit older… or until I have fully lost my mind. Jen, I can hear you snickering…)
- an Olympic distance triathlon
- the STP
- the Muddy Buddy… probably the one in Canada, since it’s the closest…
Training for a half-marathon is a commitment not just for me, but also for the whole family. Just training for a short sprint-distance triathlon takes a fair amount of time. Those longer training sessions can stretch into a couple of hours - once a week at the very minimum - away from the family. So choosing an even longer-distance event gives me pause.
These events are not free… nor is the Gu, nor the bike tune-up, nor the new running shoes every 500 miles or so, nor the anti-chaffing clothing, nor the tri-suit, nor the goggles that turn up lost here and there, nor the swimsuits that get worn and worn and worn to death, nor the pool fees, gym fees, iTunes fees (hee… good music = good workout)…
Anybody out there want to sponsor a couple of moms turned “event-obsessed”? Seriously. Naw, just kidding. But, seriously. But not. But really. Jenny needs a road bike.
So… what’s next? Certainly something. I don’t get up early just to wear some fancy-pants with state-of-the-art wicking fabric. I don’t run for 2 hours in 39 degree weather to work up a sweat, battle that ammonia issue, and have a 4 hour stomach ache because it’s what the cool girls do. Nay. I do it becuase I’m dumb. This ammonia-smellin’, stomach achin’, muscle-burnin’, fancy-pants-wearin’ fool needs a G to the OAL. Events give my workouts structure… a purpose.
Katie (my partner in this insanity) would really like to see us give a full marathon a try. I am still discerning if there is a purpose to that event. Rumor has it the first marathoner collapsed and died when he finished. Big. Time.
I also want to go camping this summer.
The End.
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