To all those who have loved and lost

Back when I was 15 or so I was dumped real hard like, twice by the same guy. Both dump-a-roos, for the SAME girl. I know, tragic! Funny enough, she had curly brown hair and big lips…but she was a lot softer spoken, dare I say, nice.

For everyone who has been kicked to the curb in their life, you’re better for it.

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Antsy feelings

The sink was left, filled with dishes, ALL day yesterday.  Needless to say, by the time I got around to getting them into the dishwasher, there were little ants crawling all around the kitchen counter and sink.

I am pretty sure God has a great plan for ants, but whenever I encounter them, either in an enormous ant hill in the yard or crawling on my counter tops in search of great sweet things I immediately go straight for the jugular.

Now I’m not a killer of animals and I am pretty environmentally conscious but ants, ants I will kill and I get a sick sort or pleasure pouring out the TERRO onto the little paper card and watching them march in, eat their fill and then march home to spread the joy to everyone else in the colony.

This pouring of TERRO usually commences by me saying,”Come here my pretties” and is followed by a very very wicked cackle.

Crab-tab-u-lous

I’ve hit it.  Whatever “it” is, I smacked into it two days ago and it has not let go.

The past three days have got me in a place I question if I will be able to crawl out of.  That’s bullshit actually, I’ll crawl out, it’s just not pretty and very dark in there.  It’s not like I’m dying of cancer, I have CHOSEN to train for an ironman.  What was I expecting, a picnic?

The week started fine enough with a 35 mile ride and a 3 mile run (this is where Adam says I sound like his dad replaying his golf game–let’s talk Den).

Tuesday morning’s track workout got aborted due to childcare issues, so I had to do it at 3pm, when it was BLAZING hot.  Once I was on the third of 8 800′s at the track, I decided it was not smart to continue (the temp gauge in my shoe read 104 degrees) on the black track of death.

Wednesday was a 2 mile swim, which went fine and then a 60 ride.

Many months ago, Jon rode with us and spoke of his “pain cave”.  The place where you get to when it hurts so bad you don’t want to continue, but you have to, so you find a happy place and try to live in the cave and hopefully then it passes.  Well, I am pretty sure, in that 60 mile ride, that I bought a pain cave, lived in it, remodeled it, had a family in it and then sold it for another better pain cave all by mile 54.

I seriously crushed my 100 mile ride last week and crumbled on 60 this week.

Today, due to the fact I did not finish my 8×800′s (which I will reattempt next week), I got to do an 8 mile time trial run down by the river.  So for me, the goal was to run an average pace of 7:30′s or so.  THIS IS HARD WORK FOR ME PEOPLE.  Again, I had child care issues, so had to do it later in the day, thank God it was cooler and slightly breezy BUT when I came to the half way point (this tt is timed and then posted and then you race against yourself again later) there was construction on the way back, which brought me off track and out of the way on a detour.

I decided to stop to figure out how to get back (which totally screwed my time and rendered the tt useless), then I limped along wondering if I would ever get back, then I got back on track and THEN I decided to try to haul it home (darkness, should I keep going or not, does it really matter or not, who cares it’s totally a waste because it’s not the same as last time is what was beating in my brain) only to be smacked in the face with a 20 mph head wind.  Needless to say, all that effort seemed like a waste.

So here I sit, crabby, exhausted, mean and nasty. Simply wondering what problems I will have on my 18 mile run tomorrow and how the hell I am going to finish 115 miles on my bike on Saturday.

Maybe I should just bring a little bit of the Windsor along, because THAT will help with hydration in this heat.

So very gratifying

Are you a picker?  You know, one of those people who like to pick zits or pick other peoples zits?

I’m not, just in case you were wondering.

But, that aside, I just bought a snake.  Not a snake that slithers around but a snake you put down your drain, deep into the bowels of your plumbing.

And let me tell you, I am sure I just got as equal of a high, when I pulled out the three inch long hair/soap/skank clog in my bathroom shower last night, as a picker does hitting the mirror with their popped zit.

Live’n the dream baby

One day last week, I asked one of the woman at the bus stop how she was doing.  You know when you start up a conversation with someone you don’t relaly know, you care but only a little.

Her response made me laugh, for so many reasons.  And then I said to her, I’m going to start using that.  For the past three days, whenever anyone asks me how I am, I respond, “Live’n the dream!”

Try it.  It makes those asking the question stop to think for a second about what you really just said and then it typically elicits a laugh.  Which is the best part of the whole deal.

Signature Line

I received an email thread today regarding refrigeration usage at one of the kid’s schools.  After I got through all the hoo-haa of the email, I found this on the signature line.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.  Speak kindly.  Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

Happy New Year!

May this new year bring you abundance in all that you are looking for.

Happy 2010!

Advanced thinking

Because I am lazy, I decided to vacuum my coffee table today, instead of dust it.  Seriously…why not?

It went so smashingly that I think, in regards to cleaning, I will deem 2010 the year of GETTING IT DONE ANYWAY YOU CAN, it don’t have to be pretty.

Quiet Dawn

This morning around 7:00, the house was very still, everyone asleep but me. Then KP came walking down the steps, still stretching the sleep out of his body.

As the sunlight from the bathroom lit up half his little body I looked at him in his quiet state, in the quiet of the morning and a flood of emotion washed over me.  How big his little body had gotten, how cute he was, how funny was his hair splayed in all directions, and than that crooked smile that turned into a shy “oh no you’re looking at me” look.

At that moment I fell in love with him all over again.

Just wondering…

Would you…

Let your nine year old stay home with the other two kids while you went on a 30 minute bike ride?

Pull over to the side of the road to have your kid take their time out outside of the vehicle?

Serve your kids corn dogs for 3 consecutive nights in a row?

Send your precious 5 year old to a drop off program for 6 and up?

Would you?