Good Bye Hugs

The Twin City Tools (12 member relay team) take off today to run 200 miles in 24 hours at Ragnar.

Good Luck Boys!

See ya on the flip.

What to do…

On the Friday before your kids come home from camp?

You go see a matinee with your sweetheart.

The 1:00 pm showing of Harry Potter – The Half Blood Prince.  If you are a Potter fan you will love it.

I loved it or maybe it was snuggling up and totally mashing with my husband in the back of the theater.

Ok, we didn’t really do that…but we could have.

Back to my hot Podiatrist

Marathon training has officially started for good, today.  And what I mean by that is, today, although not necessarily the first day, kicked my butt.  Moderate (which is a swift) pace for 7 miles with sprints at the end.  Needless to say, I realized today just how out of shape I am AND that I need to head right on back to the Podiatrist.

I can’t even think about my Podiatrist anymore without thinking of a conversation I had with Jen the first time I went to see him.  I got out of the office, picked up my phone and called Jen to give her the low down on the bunion and then I added that not only is he brilliant, he is HOT!

She said, well he’s your type.  I’m all like…WHAT…I have a type?  What do you mean?  I’ve been with the same guy for half my life. I don’t have a type anymore.

She continued on, yeah he doesn’t really do it for me.  You know, he looks just like Adam will in 10 years.

And damn if she isn’t right…my husband is sooo HOT!

I’m just not that into the Flush

Once again I found myself doing something I said I would NEVER do.  But this time, I was smart enough to stop.  Here’s my 24 hour journey.

Adam, as you may remember, does a Fat Flush every so often.  I have never wanted to do one, until I found myself maybe wanting to do one with him.  So, we got all the supplements and all the fresh food and Thursday morning we were off and running.

I started the day with a longevity cocktail (unsweetened cranberry juice and psyllium husk) at 5:00 am.  Then ran.  Then came home to warm lemon water, fish oil, flax seed oil and an egg white, onion omelet and feeling very drained.

Finding myself still excited at this point, I went to the gym to lift.  While at the gym my body was not really wanting to do much.  When I changed out of my gym clothes and into my swim suit, walked into the pool to find no lanes open, it took me no time at all to decide that was enough, thanked the sweet baby Jesus and headed to the shower.

I got KP from child care and we head home and directly to the fridge.  At this point, my head throbbed and my muscles felt like they were simply cannibalizing each other.  My lunch of sauted (with no oil) onions, lean ground beef and tomatoes looked and smelled great, but didn’t taste like much.

The downward spiral had begun.

The rest of the afternoon got no better.  In fact, I became a raving bitch.  I’m not kidding.  The rage that sits just slightly under my surface was coming out full throddle on anybody and anything that caught my path.

By the time dinner rolled around, I was so beyond hungry.   I had that nauseous feeling and couldn’t care less about even making food.  When I did finally muster up enough gumption to make it, I just swore at it.

Then the second longevity cocktail came around at 10:30,  I thought I was going to cry.  I did my best to suck it down.  Watching Adam chug-it like a champ, only made it worse.  I went to bed…mad.

The morning sun came up, I felt ok and had an amazing poop.  But then the rush to get all the kids up, fed and out the door in 30 minutes (due to over sleeping) put me over the edge.  I walked PJ to the bus and continued on with the morning ritual of bringing the dog on her walk.

As I made it back up the drive, weak, tired and hungry, I decided it was not worth it.  Not worth my sanity.  My energy.  My strength.

I may be a walking toxic bomb, but I don’t care.

So I went inside, made myself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal with berries.  In a flash the Wicked Flush Queen transformed back into the nice girl from Minnie.

It feels so good to be back.

Dad is GREAT gives us chocolate cake

This morning started differently than most.  I was going to leave the house before most of the clan today.  I needed to get to my dad’s chemo appointment and Adam was going to be the one who walked PJ to the bus stop and brought KP to school.

But before any of that happened, I was up and dressed, had kid’s clothes laid out, breakfast made, kids eating at the table, the dog fed and out, backpacks packed and while I was eking out my last few minutes at home by emptying the dishwasher, I heard the following at the kitchen table:

CT:  Dad is doing everything today.

KP:  I know, he’s even bringing me to school.

PJ:  AND walking me to the bus stop.  He is doing EVERYTHING!!!!!

I stop in my tracks with wet dish in hand and look over at the kitchen computer.  There he is,  sitting just two feet away from the kids in his underwear and a sweater, Twittering.

Yes, HE is doing everything!

Happy Halloween!

In his glory

Marathon Mania

Good luck to all of you running today:

Adam

Todd

Courtney

Paul

Lars

Mike

Megan

JJ

Whitney

Kathy

Lauren

Run swift & have fun.

Separated at birth

Seriously…who knew???

Our three-headed monster

We are in one of those “phases” right now, the kind of phase where all our kids know how to do is fight. This my friends, this incessant fighting, drives me insane.

I somehow was not born with the ability to just tune it out. That’s what my mother tells me to do and I just can’t find the chanel. I hear it and I hear it in stereo and then I start seething and smoke starts coming out of my ears and then I start seeing the white hot rage. YES, THE WHITE HOT RAGE PEOPLE!

Yesterday, after Adam and I released each other from a hug (the kind of hug where you each clutched onto the other for dear life as if waiting for the big mother of all boats to come by and save you) he looked at me and said…Find a book! There’s got to be a book. AND, if you can’t find a book…THEN WRITE ONE.

What NO three-year-old should know

While we were in the car today KP said to me, “Mom, Indiana Jones and Luke Skywalker’s friend, the one with the vest…they have the same voice.”

I will thank my wonderful husband for imparting such wisdom to my small, precious, malleable, and purest of snow youngest son.