Archive for March 2013

Top Ten List

March 29, 2013

Hey gang, I need you help.

Again?

Yes, again. So I am needy, like you didn’t know that.

Here is what I need. I want to start a Monday top ten list. Bridget would do this and I always looked forward to the new list. Plus some of my favorite post have been top ten list.

Well what do you need from us?

I need ideas. Lots of them. What would you like seen into a top ten list? Just leave any and all ideas in the comments here or on Facebook. I’m sure you guys can come up with some great ones. I think Donovan will come up with some good ones, his brain is wired a little off skewed. It makes him really funny on the internet. However that doesn’t leave the rest of you off the hook.

Come on peeps, I’m counting on you!

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“Don’t worry girl, we’ve got this.”

Alaska Zoo Field Trip

March 28, 2013

What? Did I just read that right? 

Yes, yes you did.

Didn’t you guys just have a snow storm that dumped 10 inches of snow? 

Yes, yes we did.

Isn’t it freeze cold weather up there?

Yes, yes it is.

The people up here are crazy and don’t care about the weather. I was praying that Elizabeth would wake up sick and we would have to miss the first grade field trip to the zoo, no such luck. So I got the snow gear on and headed over to the school. We had lots of moms volunteer so I only had to watch over Elizabeth and one other little girl, who once we got to the zoo, informed me that she has no gloves. This is how cold it was when we got there.

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Man, look at the rest of the week! 41 on Monday, that is flip-flop weather.

I made the little girl stuff her hands in her pocket and half way through our torture, another mom had an extra pair of gloves. Thank goodness because it was so cold. My face hurt from the cold and Elizabeth’s turned pink as soon as she stepped out of the bus. We were lucky that the sun was out and there was no wind. I would have sat in the gift shop if that had happened. Here is some pictures from this evil field trip.

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Bridget calls the Alaska Zoo, the Zo. It’s too small for two Os. Thank goodness!

First up the Polar Bears, however we could barley find them in the snow and they were just laying there. NEXT!

First up the Polar Bears, however we could barely find them in the snow and they were just laying there. NEXT!

The lynx was cool because he was moving and we could see him next to the snow.

The lynx was cool because he was moving and we could see him next to the snow.

This poor owl only had one wing.

This poor owl only had one wing.

Tiger time. He just laid there. Elizabeth is trying to do rabbit ears to her friend. It kind of hard to do with mittens.

Tiger time. He just laid there. Elizabeth is trying to do rabbit ears to her friend. It kind of hard to do with mittens.

At this point we are about half way through and the kids had pretty much split into two groups. The one group found the snow more appealing than the animals and would jump into any snow pile they could find (which was everywhere). The other group was complaining and asking to go back to the bus. One kid even started crying. Guess which group I was in? Back to the animals!

I actually liked this guy. He was comfortable with the snow and was just doing his thing.

I actually liked this guy. He was comfortable with the snow and was just doing his thing.

Baby ram! At least I think it was a ram, I was too cold to found out for sure.

Baby ram! At least I think it was a ram, I was too cold to found out for sure.

It's a bear and he is awake! I'm thinking he want to eat the groundhog.

It’s a bear and he is awake! I’m thinking he want to eat the groundhog.

Without fail, somebody always says, "A llama? He is suppose to be dead!" Usually it's me.

Without fail, somebody always says, “A llama? He is suppose to be dead!” Usually it’s me.

The stinky yaks got the whining kids to stop complain about the cold and start complaining about the smell.

The stinky yaks got the whining kids to stop complain about the cold and start complaining about the smell.

The seals where out at the end but I  never got a good picture of them. They were swimming and playing and having lots of fun. It did warm up at the end of our little field trip to…

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Elizabeth did pretty good and only complained a few times. I saw moms dragging their kid who went “boneless”, yanking them out of a snow pile, and/or prying them off the wooden rails. It’s over and done with and we can mark it as just another crazy thing we did in Alaska.

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We survived!

My the way, guess what my best friend in the whole wide world was doing while I was in misery? THIS!

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Just making the greatest Christmas card ever! I hate her.

Cover Up!

March 27, 2013

My evil friend who I work out with early in the morns, had the nerve to get called back to work for 2 months. She is in the Army Reserve. Whatever. Now I don’t have a workout buddy so natural I’m not getting up at 5 o’clock in the morning. Luckily for me, Sara decided to join the Alaska Club, a gym up here with childcare, and I joined with her. Problem solved…until Sara got pneumonia. My friends are just so rude to me. Ugh. Any who, I have been to the gym twice in two weeks. Lame, I know. I have a really people dependence problem.

Now to the point of my ramblings, the Army gym I was going to had little cubbies for our gym crap next to the treadmills and weight room. I never had to go into the locker room to store my stuff. The Alaska Club doesn’t have little cubbies all over. So I have to go into the locker room.

YIKES!

I don’t know if this is just an Alaska thing, old people thing or what, but everybody is walking around naked.

FOR REAL.

Here is my problem. Usually they are getting in a shower after their hard old lady workout where they walked the track fast than a Jazzy scooter, FIVE times. That is fine, however why in the world are you holding your towel in your hands? Take the towel around wrap it around your butt white skin with so many rolls I don’t know which are your boobs and which are your guts, that’s right, guts, and cover up. Do you really need to sit at the blow dryer naked to dry your hair? Can’t you get dressed and then use the bathroom? Have you ever heard of a robe? Bring one. I have to stare at my bright orange shoes which burn the retina in my eyes to avoid all the naked old people.

These weights are so heavy that I’m working up a big sweat!
I better hit the showers.

I don’t think it’s mentally healthy for me or my eyes to go to the gym. I’ll just have to stay home, eat those Thin Mints Chad hid in the pantry and watch The Middle.

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Tired

March 21, 2013

I am tired.

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This is what I would like to do, collapse on this computer and sleep…without the red lipstick of course.

I had this great blog planned all out about all the crappy things that happened to me last night. I thought you would get a good laugh out of them. However my brain can hardly compose a clear sentence.

How is that different from any other blog?

Ha. Ha. You’re hysterical.

ANY WHO, I am tired because last night Chad “camped” out with the soldiers. Without my own personal heater snugged up in bed with me, I tossed and turned all night long. Finally at 6, I was tired of this 20 minute sleep, a hour and a half awake, dance, and got out of bed. <Yawn>

I  don’t care who you are, Air Force who have short deployments, trucker’s wife, or your husband is just helping out at scout camp, having your husband gone even for just one day stinks.

Whoa, Army wives, calm down. I get it. It’s hard to have them gone for 10 months to a whole year. The nights get longer and harder and it can wear a girl down. I know. However we can’t discount others pains because it’s not as great as our own. Any pain stinks…and last night just stunk.

I have a full day ahead of me so I better pick my face up off this computer and get going. The point of the story is simply this, be nice to me today or I might hurt you.

What was that?

March 20, 2013

Yesterday I went to a new gym and got a personal fitness profile by a personal trainer. This involves a tape test. The very nice trainer, who I had been chatting with for 15 minutes about running, measured my neck and shoulders. It was in centimeters so it didn’t mean much to me. Then she moved to my waist.

YIKES, trouble spot.

I stood up straight (see picture below) and she measured my waist.

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Then the very nice trainer said, “Point out your belly button.”

Point out my  belly button? She wants me to point my belly button out? That’s weird, but this is her job so I guess she knows what she is doing.

So I did.

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The trainer paused, looked up at me and said, “With your finger point to your belly button.”

I giggled and sucked all my fat back in.  She then said I wasn’t the first person to do that.

Well here is a free tip for you, nice personal trainer. You might want to lead with that second sentence for simpletons like me. Just a thought.

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Running With Chad

March 18, 2013

Last Saturday Chad and I ran the Shamrock Shuffle together.

It’s only a 5K, no big deal….

to someone who has been properly training….

which I have not.

Sure it’s only 3.1 miles. That is not far at all. Especially for somebody (ME!) who ran a half-marathon. That is 13.1 miles. No worries right?

WRONG.

I have been running, twice a week, at the gym, on a treadmill. This is what a nice quick 20 minute run looks like on treadmill.

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Now lets move outside. Where it’s 10 degrees, people are in your way, part of the run is on the road which is partially covered in ice, yes ice, and the rest of the course is on snow. You run down a huge hill (ouch, my shins) run around a lake and up a HUGE hill (OWIE, my shins hate me!). The run looks more like this.

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I forgot to change my app to an outside run, but it shows pretty well how crazy this run was. You can really tell where I was running up that hill.

Well, running is not what I would call it. More like jogging, well pretend running but hardly moving. Little old ladies at the mall could have speed walked past me at the rate I was going.

I blame it on the shoe. Yeah, those lame fluorescent orange shoes that felt great while running, in the store. My shins however haven’t really liked these new shoes. By the time I figured out they had to go, it was too close to the race to get new shoes. I would need time to break them in. So I wrapped up my shins and ran with the old shoes.

Yikes, bring on the pain.

Luckily for me my husband decided to run with me the whole race. So when we hit that hill he grabbed my hand and we shuffled (That’s where the name Shamrock Shuffle came from!) up that hill together. Whenever I wanted to stop he would give me words of encouragement, which was very sweet. I usually just keep Chad around to have something pretty to look at. I like to take care of myself. It was nice to have a moment where I really, really, really, needed him. I would have stopped running long before I got to that hill. It was a great bonding moment for us.

As we approached the finish line we held hands again and crossed together, the way it should be. Side by side.

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We are running so fast it’s blurry. OK, not really. This picture was taken from a video but you can see us holding hands and me gasping for air.

We better end this post on a prettier picture. Here we are before we ran with Megan and Sue.

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Look, so young, so innocent. Not knowing the pain that is just around the corner. Suckers.

 

 

 

 

The Winner Is….

March 13, 2013

Before I announce the winner, let me just say thank you to all who left a comment yesterday. It was great to get feedback and we broke a record for this little blog. 22 comments in one day. Sure Donovan and Krystal helped up those numbers with multiply comments, but hey, who is really counting? Nobody. It would have been 23 but somebody left a comment with no name. Sorry dude, ya gotta leave a name or I don’t know who you are.

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