Tuesday, May 11, 2010
My sweet husband bought me some new running gear for Mother's Day: shorts, a sports bra, a running shirt, and some new socks. I was so excited to try on my new, fresh smelling workout clothes. First, I tried on the socks. A perfect fit. Next, the sports bra and tank top. They will fit someday if I ever get some augmentation done. Finally, the shorts. I pulled them on. Pow! These shorts were some "booty shorts": the kind that only professional runners should be seen in. You know. The runners that have a Perfect 10 body, 0% body fat, and that have not given birth to children! I am posting a picture of the girl from the cover of Runner's World in some similar shorts. Well, when I put on the shorts, I took one look in the mirror and started laughing. I will never let Aaron see me in these shorts, let alone wear them to a race where all the runners behind me would trip over themselves laughing hysterically.
Guess my "booty shorts" are going back to the store.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Best Mother's Day yet! Cali made my favorite breakfast -- blueberry muffins with a crumbly topping. Nyah and Carson made signs for me and hung them around the kitchen. My dad sent me roses. Mom and I didn't lift a finger to make dinner: pasta, grilled veggies, grilled chicken, yummy Italian bread, strawberry shortcake, and my FAVORITE . . . chocolate chip cookies. The day couldn't have been any better!
P.S. After dinner, I saw Aaron give my dad a high five and whisper, "Congratulations, Man. We're done for another 364 days!"
Friday, May 7, 2010
Well, I did a little bit better this morning. I was ready to walk out the door at 8:10 a.m. to go to "work." (Remember: I'm still just pretending I have a job to go to.)
These are the Reasons I have today for not being able to enter the workforce yet:
#4 - My feet hurt. I can only wear heels for about 5 minutes.
#5 - I'm really tired. After I got dressed I felt like I needed a nap.
Tomorrow's Saturday. I guess that means it's my day off. Yeah!! I'm going to stay in my pjs all day and try to think of Reasons #6, #7, and #8.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
When Aaron gets home from work at 5 p.m., I am seldom dressed for the day. My hair is usually in a "fun bun." I decided to do a trial run this morning for the inevitable day when I need to go back to work: try to be dressed and ready to walk out the door at 8 a.m. I looked through my closet for some "work" attire, tried to straighten my hair, and this was the result. Don't I look forlorn? Nyah looked at me while taking this picture and said, "Mom, why is your hair so frizzy?" That was at 8:45 a.m. I've got to cut 45 minutes off my time, get rid of the frizzies, and learn how to use the iron (check out the wrinkly pants). Maybe I'll have better luck tomorrow!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
It hit me at Mile 8 this morning. Had to go potty. I was in a residential area with a group of 4 girls, doing our normal Tuesday run. Looked around for a spot to go. A friend pointed me towards a tree along a dark area of the road. No houses in sight. Looked pretty safe.
I pulled down my pants, squatted down, and . . .
Suddenly, I heard the jingle, jangle of some bracelets or . . . I started to get nervous. The noise was coming closer. Should I go to the bathroom or pull my pants back up?
I was too late! The jingle, jangle wasn't bracelets, but dog tags. I heard the excited yip of not one but two dogs running excitedly towards ME -- the girl with her pants pulled down to her ankles. And what do you know -- the dogs were on leashes. And who was holding on to the leashes? A nice lady with a huge smile on her face.
"Well, Good Morning!" she exclaimed.
"Uh, hello," I mumbled from my squatting position. Her dogs tried to run up to me, but she pulled them to the left and walked by, acting like it was perfectly normal to see a girl squatting on the grass under a tree at 5:30 a.m.
i am truly mortified . . .