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Me: *Scurry, scurry, scurry… Clean, clean, clean…*
Me: *Madly cleaning… scurry, scurry…*
Me, inside voice: “By 11 I want the kitchen “mostly” cleaned, a shower, dry my hair and get 10-20 more minutes of pantry organization done…”
Note: I started organizing my pantry 3 days ago. 3 full days ago.
Lucy (my 3 year old): “Oh! No!”
Continue reading ‘An example of why I (mothers) can never really get stuff done.’
O.K., MAYBE that is a slight exaggeration.
BUT, for a brief moment (approximately 10-20 seconds) I was Just. Like. Lance. Armstrong. You see, it is rumored he races at 95% of his maximum heart-rate. And for 10-20 seconds, I raced at 95% of mine! BFF, Lance!
On Saturday my sister and I ran in a local 4 mile race. Picture. Picture. We were so race-ready, on the heels of disco-ing away Friday night at a local casino. We danced from 9 to 1:30 - and only took breaks when the band did. And might I mention it is imperative that one maintains adequate hydration when one is disco-ing like a fool the night before a race.. and only gets 5.5 hours of sleep.
I’ve been tagged by Myra of We Make Three! What does “this Myra” want me to do? Well, she has asked me to do something that comes very natural to me: be random!
1. I eat meat.
2. My favorite meat is red, steaky meat slathered with gorgonzola sauce.
3. I *heart* Oreos.
4. I only like Hershey bars when dipped in Jif peanut butter. Jif. No healthy-schmealthy, non-hydrogenated, gotta-pump-weights-to-mix-the-oil kinda peanut butter. Nay. Jif. Trust me… *dangling small golden pocket watch from sparkly golden chain as I chant, “Jiffffffffffff…Jifffffffffffffffff…Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiffffffffffffffff…”
5. …OR Hershey bars are also tasty when served on a lovely bed of crisp, straight from the bag, graham crackers and flame-roasted marshmallow.
6. But we all know that the best compliment to the pairing of graham crackers and flame-roasted marshmallows is not, in fact, a few squares from a Hershy bar. Noooooooooooho. In fact - it is a Reese’s Peanut Butter cup. You must test my claim. You. WILL. Love. Me.
Upon review of my 6 random things, me thinks I am hungry.
Now, According to the rules Myra posted I need to:
***I’m thinking I am going to leave this one open. If you would like to “get all random” on me, let me know you did (comment, linky love) and I will certainly come by and make fun of you :)
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Pre-post business (heh, I wrote “business”): Due to my poor technical skillz - I can’t fix my broken Wordpress photo uploader… I am afraid to add a Flickr application for Wordpress to load my pics in a post (instead of the Wordpress uploader)… and my “blog this” settings are jacked in Flickr so I can’t even blog a pic from there. SO INSTEAD - if you click RIGHT HERE you will see a great shot of my BlogHer namebadge - and the sparkly shirt I eventually ruined for all the wine I spilt on it.
Back to business (heh)… I wish I could have written this a week ago, because as I look through all my cards, read through comments left by my new BlogHer ‘08 friends, friends, friends, friends, and friends, and read the posts that have given their linky love in their recaps - I am humbled and shamefully aware that the details are fading! Come, listen in on the monologue in my head:
Oh. I remember this card! Did I meet her at the Newbie Mixer, or was it the People’s Party after I spilled half-a-glass of wine all over my semi-splarkly white shirt that won’t return to it’s natural semi-sparkly whiteness. Drats. I wonder if I can get another at Old Navy… Or did we meet at that Speed Dating thing… Doggone stain!…
And while the details become more fuzzy as the cruel hands of time frey the strands of my memory… I am still the girl who gets lost following inane tangents… who finds herself writing about Old Navy instead of BlogHer ‘08. See?!
Should I start with the Newbie Mixer where the juice of fermented grapes flowed like a waterfall? Yes. I should start at the place where one would merely look at another Newbie and conversation flowed like a river of water (because isn’t that what usually flows through rivers - water?). See - tangent!
My new friend: What do you blog about?
Voice in-my-head: She used the word “blog” and looked neither confused nor irritated! I think I am in love with her!!!
Me, using my outside voice: Oh, I’m a mom, so I got the “mom thing” and then just a bunch of silliness… some serious too, but mostly…. yadda, yadda, yadda…
My new friend(s): Do you have a card? I have a card… ***Squeals, hugs, giggles, blog, blog, blog, blog, blog!!!***
I met my first blog-celeb at the newbie mixer - Kristy Sammis of She Just Walks Around with It! She also writes for BlogHer… which is where I discovered Kristy. Her post there titled Balls of Death nearly killed me for all the uncontrollable laughing it evoked from the very core of my being. I think I may have scared the poor dear with my enthusiasm and gushy-ness - kind of like putting too much frosting on a cupcake. I know… there is no. such. thing. as TOO MUCH FROSTING! Unless, you’re a real human, and then, maybe… just maybe… Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to NOT follow a “frosting” tangent?!
Aaaanywho - from the Newbie Mixer Jen and I headed to The People’s Party, where she introduced me as “Drunk” instead of my given name “Jennyonthespot Jenny”. Let me tell ya’ll something about me and Jen - we were college roommates - at a Baptist college. We never drank… well, OK, there was 1 time. But other than that - I liked to play it safe and not get kicked out of school. So, Jen has never seen me “not ‘drunk’… but ‘at ease’”. I was also very excited and my altered alter ego (Jennyonthespot) got to hang out with real-life people! She was so ecstatic.
We left the Newbie Mixer and headed off to The People’s Party (view my picture here) with wine spilled down the side of my cute white top. But you can’t see it in this video. This was actually supposed to be a picture, but the camera was in video mode and, well… I was unable to discern the camera mode for all the “at ease” I was feeling.
That’s me, Jen, and… help!!!
It was in the hallway near The People’s Party that Jen and I met Violet the Verbose of Verbosity Abounds. We and Violet ended up spending much of the rest of the conference together. Without planning, we’d just meet up - it was like… destiny :) “Violet” - I don’t think I ever told you, but you have the greatest smile. Very warm and welcoming. Anyone want to see that smile? CLICK HERE! ”Violet” It was awesome to have time to get know you and to start a friendship :)
Oh, I’m not done.
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I went to spin class today.
One of the Little Lifters child-care workers came to get me.
Tanget: I’m glad it was the end of class. I’d hoped to do a little arm strength and act a fool in the weight room, but I was content just to get summa my butt kicked and get my heart-rate up.
Lucy had an accident. Not an owie-accident. Nope. PEE.
I gathered Lucy and all her wetness. Then I turned to one of the childcare gals, and apologized. I told her Lucy has been so good lately. *sigh*
The gal (a fellow mom) replied with a smile,
It’s OK, I still have accidents too.
Bwaaaaahaaahaaaaahaaaaaa!!! We laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaughed…..
…and Lucy dripped her way to the car.
The End.
***From the mind of the mother of 3 children. A post in which I propose and prove the following theory: “help” is - in fact- a form medieval torture for mothers.***
I don’t like “help”. Often times (read: every… time…), help is, actually Not. All. That. Helpful.
It’s not that I want or need to do all the work… make all the effort… I am a HUGE fan of minimal effort, but not a huge fan of “help”.
What I am trying to communicate is: If I have to do the work I want to control the pace, the rhythm, the progress. Progress people! Steady progress!
OR
I want someone else (read: adult) to do all the work. And not just the “start” but also the “finish”, because a “start” without a “finish” is not “ALL”… it is “helping”, and I think I have established I am not a huge fan of “help”.
Note: I write this with great guilt. My kids love to “help”, and this is a hard area in my relationship with my children. Especially when cooking. Especially. I need to let them “help”… because, for me, that is what a good mom does… teaches, nurtures… And I want to be that for them. Of course, not yelling would be a “good mom” thing also.
Baby steps.
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When my site isn’t broken, when my children go to bed before frickin’ 11 at night, when I can load pictures, when visitors leave for home, and when I can maybe catch up on a little thing called “sleep”.
It’s been quite the week - returning home from BlogHer ‘08 to a full house of visitors. It has been wonderful having company and being with family, but I haven’t spoken with my husband for more than 5 minutes since… well, over a week. Well over a week. I miss him.
Blah. I just need everything to go exactly as I expect. Exactly as I want. Is that too much to ask?
Nighty Night.
Wanna know what my sister said as she was shoving the last piece of cinnamon roll in her mouth??? Read this with a Valley Girl accent:
Pizza! I don’t eat peeeeetzzaaaaa!
But she does eat cinnamon rolls. She is so healthy. I love her.
She’s carbo-loading for our 4 mile road race tomorrow morning.
Go Karri!!!
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Ya’ll heard of the newest workout dance craze - ZUMBA? Oh wait, it’s only new here… a mere technicality… It’s a Salsa-esque dance/aerobic class. My gym just started offering it. I resisted at first because I really only like to dance when it’s dark and the reality that others perceive is altered - a lot. Ya know, so even the moves of a big purple dinosaur could pass for the chillin’ moves of Vanilla Ice if the conditions are…. Just. Right. I have not been introduced to others as the best dancer in Kitsap County (OK, once) fer nuthin’. I’m serious.
I decided to give the class a try this a.m. My brave mother and sister came along. I am so proud to call them family. We swizzled and cha-cha’d and step-double-ha-ho-yipped all around a floor that usually hosts a boring ‘ol step class.
A gal I have come to know and adore was there too! She may not know I have a crush on her though. Why the crush? She sings in a band, that’s why! She also rocks the tambourine, and in case I haven’t mentioned I also seriously ROCK the tambourine (I confess, it’s air-tambourine, but… anyway…). She and I have so much in common! BFF!! 2 cute + 2 be = 4gotten!!!
I hope no one tells her about my blog.
So, I got to “Zumba” next to my local real-life-rock-star-friend… singer and tambourine vixen of the local band One Shot Molly. Oooh - check ‘em out!
Still curious about Zumba? Here’s a video. There are many videos out there and I chose this particular one because of the older gentleman in the black shirt (look for him at seconds 9-12). I think he and I could do some serious Zumba damage…
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So.
I am training for my first Olympic distance triathlon. It is in 11 days. I got back from Blogher ‘08 3 days ago. Another name I have given BloHer ‘08 is “Calorie Fest-O-Rama” .
While I was there I met 2 triathloners - Kathleen of Forging Ahead and Catherine (yes I need her URL so I can send some linky-love!)… Kathleen has her first tri coming up very soon! Go Kathleen!!! I was blessed to have met her the first morning and we got to spend lots of pieces of time throughout the weeknd getting to know each other, talking “shop” - tri shop :) I met Catherine the last night, and learned she did her first tri last summer. I did the same one - the Seattle Danskin! We have a special connection I will need to share in a whole other post. It’s remarkable.
I usually try to train 5 to 6 days a week. During BlogHer week I got in 3 days of semi-decent training. I will not tell you the horrible tales of my consumption while away. Suffice it to say I came home to an extra 5 pounds. Blech. But, the happiest-gained 5 pounds I’ve ever met.
But now I am trying to get back on track - since there are only 11 days left on the track! On Monday I rode 14 miles and ran 3.5. On Tuesday I ran 4 miles and took 2 naps for all the exhaustion that overwhelmed me. Today I swam 1 mile and ran 3.5 miles… then walked around Seattle All. Day. Tomorrow…. I dunno. My butt hurts! I am totally serious!
I am thinking Dara Torres never acted like I did 2 weeks before her races, but then again - I don’t have 2 stretchers nor hopes of ever having abs like hers. I do have ab muscles (I can feel them!), only they just are well-insulated… my own special bubble-wrap, if you will. And if you really think about it - what makes people more happy - rock-hard abs or bubble wrap?
Never mind.
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