tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990580973795411772026-01-11T02:09:12.945-07:00Please excuse my overwhelming use of the word fuck. I can't help it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157145739599230080noreply@blogger.comBlogger334125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399058097379541177.post-20618939891767211712012-10-08T00:49:00.001-06:002012-10-08T00:49:49.221-06:00

Tricky question. My Dream changes often. Right now, I’d have to say yes. I’m working towards running my 1st half marathon. I think I might have mentioned that before. I’ve wanted to be a runner for years. For years I’ve been afraid to even try. Once or twice I did try. But then game up after a week or two. It was easier to give up than to all out fail. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before.

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No thank you. I gave it a shot, once. It wasn’t worth my time or the debt that followed after it. I was enrolled in an online University that is highly advertised and seems pretty popular. I think I lasted through 1 1/2 classes before I gave up. The first class was the mandatory study skill type of class they make you waste your money on. It went okay, but I didn’t really learn anything new.

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Sometimes my life just feels out of control. It’s like I’m just sort of here, going through the motions, hanging on dearly, just along for the ride. Sometimes I don’t even go through the motions. I’m just sort of existing. I’m trying to get better at this. Really, I am. One of the things I’ve found that has significantly impacted how I, well, just AM in my life is my weight. Not only my weight

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I’ve had a lot of time to think about wishes, lately. I have many of them. I wish I could be thinner, more healthy. I wish I was pain free. I wish we had more extra money. Who wouldn’t love to be able to buy whatever their little hear desires, or to take vacations to the beach, whenever they want? Maybe the beach thing is just me. I wish I could run faster. I do okay. I’ve improved a lot.

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The stars have to align, just right, for me to sleep. My daughter can sleep no matter what. She most certainly didn’t get those genes from me. I guess it all started when I was a teenager. I’ve never been much of a morning person. I’ve always liked to stay up late, then sleep late the next day. In the words of my sistah-in-law, I’m a night person living in a day person’s world. It sucks. My

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I don’t do parties so much any more. I want to. I really do. My anxieties and felling of awkwardness just make it pretty damn near impossible. I just feel so out of place when I’m in a group, whether I know the people attending, or not. Getting drunk used to help, but not so much these days. I can drink a few drinks, at the very most. I think this is karma biting me in the ass for the

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Happy 4th of July! There is a very strict ban on all things fireworks in Colorado, so it’s been eerily quiet all day. Why I love running in Colorado: You get to see some beautiful wildlife, if you’re lucky. I saw these guys a few days ago. Today one ran across the path, just 10 or 15 feet in front of me! I was in awe, so I was quick enough to get a picture today. I did have a great run this

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Okay, okay, this was more of a slowwww run rather than a race. I admit it. Sigh. I had great expectations for this race, which was part of the Welcome To Summer Virtual Run. I was going to give it my all and get a PR!! I was!! Really! But then my 7 year old daughter, Maddy said she wanted to run with me. I’ve signed her up for a 5K on July 7th, so I figured I better see if she even COULD run an

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Yes! I found another one to enter! And this one is FREE! Do you realize how much some of these runs are to enter? Running, Loving, Living is hosting a virtual run. It’s extra awesome because you can participate regardless of where you live. This event has already started, but you have until June 25th to complete your runs. You can find all of the information here. I’m going to run both the

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Jess over at Run with Jess has this super awesome weight loss challenge going on right now. I decided to give it a try. I have much more than just a marathon to lose, but 26.2 pounds seems like a great place to start. Losing anything will help me to run easier. The challenge runs for 13 weeks, so my weekly weight loss goal will be 2 pounds. This weeks mini challenge is to write out my weight

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What’s better than coffee or alcohol? Not a whole lot. Except maybe coffee AND alcohol mixed together. I'm a member of the Coffee-Mate Brew Crew and got word that Coffee-Mate Natural Bliss has a recipe contest happening on their Facebook page right now. I think Jarod did an outstanding job with his video, so I wanted to share it with you. I really want to try this, but may not be able to until

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looks like for me. Please forgive the squinty eyes. It was very sunny. And the gray hair. One of these days I will get around to dying it or something. Fucking gray hair. And the caterpillars that are hanging out above my eyes. I was the only one who ran. There were 4 or 5 people who walked about half of it. I was slow. However, I’ve come a long way in the last month and a half. I’ve knocked

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how I feel right now. Just a short while ago I purchased my entry ticket to the 2012 Wine & Dine Half Marathon at Disney World in November. I bought the plane ticket too, sooooo….there’s not getting out of it. There are so many emotions running through me right now. I’m excited, mostly. But in under that current of excitement is a bit of nervousness and maybe some self-doubt. I never –

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I was diagnosed with Type II diabetes around 5 or 6 years ago. I can’t remember the exact amount of years, but what I can tell you is that it was absolutely devastating. Yes. Devastating. Even though I was pretty much expecting it. I had a family history. I had gestational diabetes with all three of my pregnancies (one that even required insulin to manage), and I was overweight. When I got

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Yep, I’m still running. It’s kicking my ass!! But in a totally good way. I feel so good after I run. That’s never happened in the past. You know when they say all those feel good endorphins kick in while exercising? I finally know what they feel like. And I’m addicted. I’ve been doing Zumba, as well. I found a place here in town that has FREE!! sessions 4 times a week. Zumba kicks my ass

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As my 13 year old is asking me how C25K is supposed to help us and my 9 year old is literally running circles around me, I thought I just might die. Not quite, but almost. Ohhh, to have the energy of a 9 or 13 year old. I did Day 1 Week 1 of the C25K running program over. It pissed me off that I didn’t finish it the first time. I was able to finish that last minute of running tonight. I

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Week 1 Day 1 of the Couch 2 5K program. It was tough. Not too tough, but much harder than walking, that’s for sure. And yes, you can all say, “duh” here. My 9 year old son, Michael, ran with me. In fact, towards the end of the run, he was doing laps around me. Brat. ;) I wasn’t able to finish the entire last minute of running. Other than that, it was good. I’m going to keep plugging on. I

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Finally. I’ve always wanted to run a half marathon. One of my best friends just asked me to do the Tinker Bell Half Marathon at Disneyland. I said yes. If nothing else, at least I get to wear a pretty, sparkly skirt and maybe a set of wings while I’m trying to kill myself. It’s not till January 2013, so I have some time to get ready for it. I have a lot of training to do. Now, if only I

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chicharones on the floor. The urge to bend down, pick them up, and pop them into my mouth is overwhelming. I have 4 dogs, which makes this impossible. Well, not impossible, but really fucking gross, just the same. I am saddened by the loss of some of the best fried pork fat I’ve ever tasted. Fuck.

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This one was taken with about 3 minutes to spare. Sheesh!! (So it’s another crappy iPhone picture – sorry bout that)!! I got these for Christmas. Well, not really for Christmas, exactly. It was around Christmas and I made my husband buy them for me. Close enough. I love glasses. I especially love the ones that drinks come in at restaurants. A lot. Don’t give me a bag to put my to go boxes

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Yep. You guessed it. I almost forgot. Anyway, with 27 minutes (in my time zone) to spare, here is a picture of my sleepy, old dog, Goldie. Who is obviously NOT amused that I’m taking her picture. This one isn’t such a great photo, it’s just from my iPhone, but hey, it works, right? I wanted to get out and take some pictures today, but yesterday I took a 3.32 mile walk and fuck if I don’t

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So, the other day I came across this website called Day Zero. The goal there is to create a list of 101 things you would like to accomplish. The only catch? You have to get your list done in 1001 days. I’m working on my list. It only has 28 things. I think this link will take you there. If you decide to join, or if you’re already a member, please follow me! I’d love to follow you back.

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no matter how fucking good that cotton candy was. Or regardless of whether or not you're stuck on a scenic train ride with nothing to wipe that sticky, gooey mess on. I promise you, no good can possibly come from it. Alright. I was going to stop there. But serisously. My kids licked their fingers too. How come they didn't catch the same cooties I did? Really? Kids are nasty and dirty. They

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I agonized about this for a long time. I finally just had to do it. Sometimes it hurts. But not very much and not for that long. This really surprises me. We were "best" friends for a very, very long time. Even when we lost touch for those years in the middle when you moved away, you were always still a part of me. I was so happy when you moved back a few years ago. I'm sorry we

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Them: …….well…..we have chicken…. Me: Chicken is a meat. Them: Oh. I didn’t know what kind of a vegetarian you were. Me: Really? I’m the kind who doesn’t eat meat. I shit you not, people. This has happened to me MORE than once since I quite eating land mammals at the beginning of August.

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