Friday, April 30, 2010

Let's do it!

I have completed my last training run. 

I have my bib and my timing chip. 

I have charged my iPod. 

I have a group of friends I am carpooling to the race with.

I am ready.  

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

1987 is looking better and better.

I just saw some of the latest local prom fashions on Facebook.

All I'm going to say is that I'm hoping that by 2021,  hoop skirts and puffy sleeves will be all the rage again.


Monday, April 26, 2010

A cheese danish would have been better.

I headed to Target on Friday to get shoes for the kids.  I always get Sarah's shoes there.  They have tons of cute girls shoes that are fairly reasonably priced.  And like it says on my profile, Sarah has a pair of shoes to go with every outfit and we can thank Target for that.

I quickly found several pairs of sandals for her.  In fact, the hard part was trying to narrow it down.  Too many cute little time...

After deciding that Peter was probably not going to be able to squeeze into his old pair of sneakers for six more weeks, I decided to get him a pair of cheap ones from Target. They carried two styles in his size. 

One style was a faux leathery looking sneaker that was so white it just screamed "kick me!" and it was so stiff  that had Peter taken one step in them he would have fallen.  Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "kick a kid when he's down."

So I settled on the slightly more expensive yet more flexible looking running shoe.  I was pleased with my selection, especially when my mom who was shopping with me, made a face at the stiff white shoes and agreed that the choice I made was the better of the two.

Peter was happy with them when I showed them to him Friday evening.  I am so glad that right now my kids could care less about clothing brands.  He doesn't know the difference between a Nike, a Skecher or a C9.  Give it a couple more years and I'm sure things will be different.

This morning when he put them on he said, "Mom!  These are great!  I can actually move my toes in these!"

Ah, nothing like a big serving of mommy-guilt first thing in the morning.  Luckily it goes great with coffee!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Once again, my husband will be shaking his head and saying, "I can't believe you put that on your blog."

You asked for documented proof of the feet that look like I've had toes removed.

So here you go. 

What do you think?  Doesn't it look like I could easily fit one more toe in there?

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

No, feet, you are not in charge of overpriced footwear purchases around here. I am!

When Peter was a newborn, I did what all mothers do.  I counted his little fingers and I counted his little toes to make sure he had ten of each.  But I kept recounting his toes because, wow, did they ever look crammed together on his little feet.  Surely there were more than five on each foot.

But, as crammed as they appeared, there were, thankfully, only five toes on each foot.

Last week I noticed that Peter is literally bursting out of the seams of his Nike's.  We have less than two months of school left and I was hoping to get by without getting him another pair of sneakers until September. But apparently his feet have grown two sizes since the fall and don't really seem to care when I want to make another purchase.

During the summer, he hates to wear anything that has to be laced up and if he can't just go barefooted he will usually sport a pair of Crocs.  (Well, faux Crocs anyway.  Don't even get me started on real Crocs right now. I still haven't found Sarah's.  I am assuming they are in the landfill right now.  Take that, Earth Day!)

Last week at Kohl's I bought Peter a pair of Nike flip flops.  In all of his 7 years, Peter has never before owned a pair of flip flops.  He excitedly tried these on but try as he might, he could not get them on his feet.  His poor scrunched up toes make it impossible for him to wear flip flops.

I have no idea where he gets this foot deformity.  It must be from my husband because I have so much extra room between my toes that my husband jokes that it looks as if I have had toes removed.  I guess we will just add this to the list of things to blame on my poor sweet husband.

And now I am left to scour the stores once more for some suitable end of school/summer footwear for Peter because no matter what his feet think, they aren't seeing new Nike's until September.

Monday, April 19, 2010

The hills are alive with the sound of me gasping for breath and begging for a golf cart to take me the rest of the way.

I'm starting to get pretty nervous about the 5k on May 1st.  It's less than 2 weeks away and I thought I was ready.

Ready, that is, until we drove the course yesterday and I realized that the entire first mile is UPHILL.

The 3/4 mile loop that  I normally run is a mix of flat, uphill, downhill and even the dreaded long, gradual incline.  So, before yesterday, I was feeling that I could handle anything that the race course had to offer.

As we began to drive the course my husband was saying things like, "Wow!  Uphill!"  and "1/2 mile and it's still uphill."   "Well, that was a whole mile of uphill."

As he sensed the mild panic attack I was having in the passenger seat, he tried to convince me that this was a good thing. "But that's the way you want it to be.  You want the uphill at the beginning so you have the downhill at the end."

No, sweetie.  I want the uphill to be on another course.  Not this one!  What's wrong with a perfectly flat course?  Isn't there anywhere in the city that is perfectly flat? Or, even better, how about the downhill at the beginning and the end.  Is this too much to ask?

As I was doing my run this morning, I tried to focus on something positive to keep my mind off of 1 mile of uphill  and I found the perfect thing to think about.  In less than two weeks, the race would be over. And that made me almost as happy as 1 mile of downhill.

Saturday, April 17, 2010


"What's for breakfast this morning?"  Peter asked hopefully as he slid into his chair at the table.

"Fruit salad, biscuits and bacon," I replied excitedly, pleased that I had something different to offer other than the normal Saturday morning Martha White muffins.

"Oh.  I think I'll just have cereal then."

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I guess I've always been a geek...

I've always been somewhat of a geek.  I enjoyed school.  I liked to study.  And dare I say it - I even liked homework, special projects and book reports.

In high school I hung out with all the smart kids. We were accepted by the other social circles but we probably would have been classified as geeks - minus the pocket protectors.

I never minded though because I had a big group of nerdy friends.  And we were happy as you can be in high school.

I guess it is because of my background as a former geek that I can say with pride -

I am a Gleek!  I'm a Gleek!  I'm a Gleek!


I'm so excited.  Glee starts tonight.  And as all the nerdy kids know, if you are a fan of the show Glee, you are  a GLEEK. 

Gleeks unite!  Is anyone else as excited as I am?

Monday, April 12, 2010

Maybe it's time to reconsider.

About 3 weeks ago I treated myself to a pedicure.  I love pedicures and even though it was only late March I was so ready for Spring that the only thing I could do to properly celebrate the warmer weather was to get a pedicure.

And I've been wearing my flip-flops ever since, even on days that were probably a little too chilly.  But hey - I had a pedicure and I wanted to make the most of it.

But I noticed this morning that the polish was wearing off and it was starting to look tacky but I wasn't quite ready to fork out the bucks for another full-blown pedicure.  So I got a polish change.   For half the cost of a full pedicure, you can get the old polish removed, the nails trimmed or filed and brand new polish applied.  You don't get the scrubbing and buffing and cuticle pushing that comes with a full pedicure but for today, this was enough.

There was no one else in the shop so the guy doing the polish change spent a lot of time on my toes and he was a very friendly guy.  We chatted about how all of the pollen was effecting him, how we felt bad for the poor Russian kid who got sent back home and how much he liked the polish I had chosen for my toes.

As I was paying he looked at me and said in broken English, "You know we do eye-brow waxing here."

Yikes!  Are they that bushy and out-of-control?

For the past several years I have been considering getting my eyebrows waxed but I've never done it.  I've always been afraid that they would remove too much hair and I would end up looking ridiculous.  So I just occasionally pluck any stray or wayward eyebrow hairs and leave it at that.

But I guess maybe it's time to reconsider.

Or perhaps maybe it's time find another place to have my pedicures done.

Friday, April 9, 2010


...and  no this is not a post about the television show.  I have never even seen one episode of Lost and now I'm glad.  From what I've heard about it, the show is very complicated and confusing.  When I watch TV I'm not looking for complicated and confusing.  I'm looking for amusing and relaxing.

No, what is lost around here are two pairs of shoes I ordered for Sarah.

In January was having a huge sale in their outlet.  I ordered Sarah two pairs of summer sandals and was thrilled the price.  I was going to get two pairs of Crocs (Real ones!  Not the fake ones I usually buy for the kids!) for less than $15 total.  I was so excited.

Then about 5 days after I placed the order, I got an email stating that would not be able to fill the order and my credit card would not be billed.  Boo.  Hiss.  I was so disappointed.

But about two weeks later the shoes went on sale again, so I placed the order again and held my breath.  This time I got two pairs of Crocs for $17 total.  A little higher than before but maybe this time I would actually get the shoes.

These came and when they did I hid them so Sarah wouldn't try to wear sandals in January.  Which is something she would totally try to do.

And now that it is April and the weather is 90 degrees I can't find them.  I have looked in all of my normal hiding spots dozens of times. 

And the shoes are lost.

And most likely gone forever.  My mom and my husband think I'm crazy and that perhaps the shoes never came.

And they are making me think I'm crazy too because I have looked everywhere. Where are those shoes?

I guess I need to get her some new ones but I know, I just know that as soon as I do, I will find the other ones.

Where is St. Anthony when you need him?

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

You know you're a grownup if...

It's not the mortgage, the husband or the two kids that clued me in to the fact that I am an official grownup .

It's not the fact that I'm forty years old that makes me think hmmm you may finally be a grownup.

It's not the fact that after a good long run I have to use my arms to pull myself up to a standing position if I'm trying to get something off the bottom shelf at the grocery store. 


It's the fact that the taste of a Cadbury Creme Egg makes my stomach turn.

I used to eat large amounts of these  eggs as a young girl.  And each Easter I would wait excitedly for them to be in the stores.  Because, if you will remember, they were only around as long as Easter.

Oh how I loved the taste of a Cadbury Creme Egg.

But now I prefer some nice dark chocolate.

Rich, decadent, grown-up tasting dark chocolate.

You know you're a grownup if...