Saturday, January 31, 2009

I Did It!

I ran the 10K at London's Run today! I was soooo nervous about it last night and this morning. Considering I just started running again on January 1st, I wasn't sure I was ready for a 10K. The most I had run was 5 miles (last week) and that was using the Galloway run a mile/walk a minute method.

But around 6:30 this morning, my dear friend Tiff picked me up and off we went to run the 10K. We took off together, but Tiff quickly pulled ahead. I had a huge smile on my face as I ate her dust. She is AMAZING and I admire her so much. She ran the 10K in under and hour. I ran it in an hour and four minutes.

There were a few times through the 6 and a half miles that I started to panic a little, thinking, "Am I crazy? Why do I think I can do this?" When that happened, I focused on getting into Pose Tech and RELAXING and that gave me the boost I needed to keep going. It felt really good. The best news is that I didn't pee myself. Long story. Well, not long, just embarassing, so let's just leave it at that!

Next year I hope to do the half marathon.

Pictures coming as soon as Tiff uploads them and I steal them from her blog!

GelaSkins Inc.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Am I Kidding Me?

I have in my possession one of the Wisconsin quarters, 2004 D, with the high extra leaf error. I wonder how much I can get for it. But that's not what I'm kidding me about.

I JUST a few days ago rolled $97 worth of quarters. Now I want to unroll them and search for more Wisconsin error quarters.

And I probably will.

Am I kidding me?


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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

I Have Nothing to Say

I really don't. I haven't posted since Saturday (Hash day) because really, nothing's going on in my head. I think it's this cold weather; my brain is hibernating. It's only been in the 60's. Brrrrrrr. I have the Crockpot filled with turkey/blackbean chili right now...nice and warming for this frigid day.

I have a new calling in my ward: Compassionate Service Leader. That, too, is very warming.

And if I work out today as planned, that will also warm me.

Or I might just resort to a mug of hot chocolate instead.

Be warm, my friends!

GelaSkins Inc.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Virgin Hash

There's nothing in my head except today's HASH! I hared it! Come enjoy the story with me....

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Back to Fakin' It!

I started running January 1st. Not really as a resolution, but more as just something I enjoyed once-upon-a-time and wanted to see if I still enjoy it.

Turns out I do.

Well, sorta. It's more a love/hate thing, or maybe even obsession at this point. But no matter. The great thing is that after 3 weeks of running after 3 years of not running, I'm back to the "fake it" stage of being fit and trim.


See, about a year ago, there was a meeting for all Primary teachers (it's the "Sunday School" for little kids in our Church). I was a teacher at the time, so I was at the meeting. As I sat down in a group of my peers, I realized for the first time that I could no longer suck my gut in and fake being trim in the middle.

The inner tube prevailed.

And it grew.

Soon I had reached a point where I could no longer fake it, even standing up. The tummy was visible at all times, in all clothes, no matter how forcefully I tried to suck it in.

I am happy to report that I am, in most of my clothes, back to the "fake it" stage. At least while standing up. And maybe by the first official day of Spring, I'll be able to fake it while sitting down. Just maybe.

Goal: by my 40th birthday party (December 9, 2009), I will not have to fake it at all.

You're all invited, by the way!

GelaSkins Inc.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Savoring That Memory

It's almost 9:30 p.m. and I'm making a late (very late) dinner of Indian spiced green beans and rice flavored with cardamom and saffron. I love the taste and smell of Indian food (although don't get me started on the asafoetida).

I grabbed a green bean and bit into it. A cumin seed escaped from the bean and burst between my teeth. That distinctly cumin flavour washed over my tongue. I literally had to close my eyes and just savor it.

It took me back to some of my few carefree days. I was stationed at San Angelo, Texas--the last stop of my training as a Russian linguist in the Air Force. I was young and healthy, ran daily, ate a vegetarian diet, and was just happy. I used to make tacos in my room with refried beans. I always put cumin in the beans.

Biting into that cumin seed tonight, I could feel the heat of my months in Texas, see the green grass surrounding my building, feel my feet pounding the pavement as I ran for miles, my breath even and effortless. Those were good days. Good days, indeed.

GelaSkins Inc.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Oh My Gosh; Nie is Back!


And I am lame because this morning while unloading then reloading the dishwasher, I boo hooed in the sink at our lot in life. Thanks, Nie, for the reminder, once again.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Bryce's Musical Talent

We have a lot of musical talent in our family: Todd plays some guitar, Allie plays guitar, keyboard and cello (and anything else you put in front of her), Zane plays the trumpet and some drums. Bryce is only beginning to develop his talent. As for The Cuteness Factor, he's already got that down.

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Late Christmas Review

My computer and printer (where I plug in my SD card to upload photos) have been glitchy for about a month, so I never got Christmas posted. This morning I fixed that. I considered not putting pix on here, since they're so late, but then remembered this is my journal and the only history of our family that exists in writing, so here it is! Merry Christmas!

Check out Bryce's face, LOL! At first, he was like, "Why did you drag me out of bed to rip paper off boxes?"

Then he realized there were fun toys inside, so he woke up and got into it :o)

Allie and Zane got a laptop from their dad, so they got to video conference with him. Here's Allie showing him her new Flip video:

Allie and Zane on Skype with their dad in Virginia:

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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I Just Can't Help My Hello Kitty Obsession

Because Hello Kitty is so darn cute (and she has no mouth, so you don't have to feed her, and therefore she doesn't poop, so what's not to love?)! I fell in love with HK while stationed in Japan (from 1990-1992). My friend Ashlie posted a picture of a very cool Hello Kitty car on facebook this morning, and just now I found this:

which makes me want to fly only on Hello Kitty planes in the future. April? Can we arrange that for our trip to Ukraine? Prolly not, huh?

GelaSkins Inc.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Brainstorm With Me, People

So I quit my job at the end of November because Bryce wouldn't let me get anything done (plus my computer wasn't cooperating). (It was a part-time, at-home job). It was just too frustrating to try to do. Plus, it was boring (sorry, my boss people, I love you all). And stressful. And I don't do stressful very well.

But now, even though it wasn't much money, I am definitely missing it. Missing it to the tune of "can't do my Russian lessons anymore." And that's not good for me. And if it's not good for me, it's probably not good for the entire world.

So, help me think.

I need a job that I LOVE so that I won't get burned out. And I have to be able to do it from home. And it has to pay enough to make some sort of difference in our lives.


GelaSkins Inc.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Birth of a New Breed of Harriers

I introduce you to

The Virgin Hash House Harriers of the East Valley (and Beyond!)

On! On!

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Thursday, January 8, 2009

How to Save a Life

"Step one, you say 'we need to talk', he walks, you say 'sit down, it's just a talk....' (The Fray)

So I get a phone call at 6 a.m. from a friend in another city, in another state, who is drunk--very drunk and we start talking. I want to talk about why he's so drunk at 5 a.m. (his time). We go into issues, talk about loving yourself, all that.

Then he tells me he's just taken 50 mg. of Ambien on top of all that alcohol. I don't know much about Ambien so I call Poison Control. They tell me he can go to sleep and stop breathing and that I need to call an ambulance for my friend.

My heart sinks.

I tell my friend this news and he begs me not to.

But what choice do I have?

So I call for help, in another city, in another state. I tell them who I am and for whom I'm calling and what the situation is.

I tell my friend that my rescue friends are coming over just to check on him.

He tells me he doesn't want to go to the medical center...again.

I tell him I'm sorry. I hope he won't hate me. Or hold it against me.

But at least he will be around to do so.

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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Seeking Harriers

I'm not sure how to do this, but I want to start my own Hash House Harriers group...sans alcohol.

Scratching your head asking, "What's a Hash House Harrier?"

It's a group of drinkers with a running problem.

Only I and most of my friends don't drink alcohol, so I'm thinking maybe we could replace the alcohol with chocolate? Or something else for Tiff...let's about the Harriers Who Run for Virgin Coladas?

Okay, that's going to take some thinking, and I can see that you're still sitting there wondering what the heck is a Hash House Harrier.

It goes a little something like this:

You get a group of people whom we will now call "Hounds." But one person is the Hare who plans out and lays a trail with flour in advance of the event. The hounds then have to track down the hare by following the trail of flour. The trail breaks off here and there, and the hounds all sniff around for it. Once it's found, the finder yells out, "ON! ON!" And the chase continues.

At random points throughout the trail, a cooler of beer is found and consumed by the hounds. Here's where we have to figure out what to put in the can be a complete surprise....Hare's choice! Or just a marker or something...anything!

After the race, everyone converges on a spot (a restaurant, a house, a park) and eats and drinks more of something other than beer, in our case.

I ran with harriers in Charlottesville, VA. It was SO FUN! And a fun way to get in some exercise.

Who's with me?

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Monday, January 5, 2009

The Ongoing Saga With Mommy Dearest

So remember how, when she received my birthday and Christmas gifts in the mail, opened them, and told me she was, "Mighty disappointed," among other unpleasantries? And how I cried like a ridiculous baby for 2 days while trying to pull the dagger out of my heart?

I called her this morning just to chat. Why? I have no idea. I still cling to the outrageously ridiculous hope that she will one day wake up and be a good, loving mother.

So she informs me that she's going to send the candy back that I had sent with the other gifts. I say fine. She tells me my brother told her that would be rude. I let out a clipped laugh.

Then it just comes out in a stream of tears and pain. I tell her how her reaction to our gifts was beyond rude, it was hurtful. I schooled her on the proper etiquette for graciously accepting a heartfelt gift, even if you were "mighty disappointed" by it. All the while, I'm choking back tears.

Her reaction?

She hung up on me.

And so here I sit, once again a wounded little child, swearing I will NEVER,


call her again.

But of course I will, because I see all the other mothers in the world, who are not perfect, but who TRY and who love their kids and I wanna be one of those kids. I'll get my hopes up. I'll call. She will destroy me. I will let her.

It's a vicious cycle. I just want off this ride.

GelaSkins Inc.