You know what I love the most about people?! Honesty!!
Today on my facebook page, a friend of mine made a comment of "Wow. you really are doing this!"
I am!
Today I ran 1.5 miles in 18:38! Talk about freaking proud! :o) So proud, I am on my 2nd beer!
It isnt about the weight for me... its about the food at the end of the race!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
A day in ones shoes....
I can say for the first time ever, in my life, I have lived one day in someone elses shoes.
A few years ago, my husband came up with this idea. He was gonna drop smoking and run a marathon. That's 26.2 miles, on foot. Running.
My big announcement wasnt as grand. But I decided, to run my first event ever. Only 5k, which equals, 3.1 miles.
After not running since high school, some 16 years ago. I got out today, and ran a whole quarter of a mile without stopping. Then proceeded to speed walk the rest of the distance.
While I am not looking for a medal of any sort, I AM looking for some support from the people who matter most. My family. Instead of getting the hey, good luck, good job, I will be there to watch you. I got you cant possibly run. Your niece runs like you.... kicking her own ass. You run all wrong. Things like that.
I will tell you what... I may not come in first place. I may come in dead last. But if I finish, than that is more than my family can say! I got off my ass and did something about my fatness. I am not standing around making fun of what I dont think one can do.
Years ago, yes, I thought my hubby was smoking crack in his free time about wanting to run a marathon. He gave me the strength to know that I too can do this. Only if it is 3.1 miles. I am gonna do it. I figure the best way to find out why he keeps doing this sort of thing, is to do it myself.
So one word to the non supporters.......
Blow!
A few years ago, my husband came up with this idea. He was gonna drop smoking and run a marathon. That's 26.2 miles, on foot. Running.
My big announcement wasnt as grand. But I decided, to run my first event ever. Only 5k, which equals, 3.1 miles.
After not running since high school, some 16 years ago. I got out today, and ran a whole quarter of a mile without stopping. Then proceeded to speed walk the rest of the distance.
While I am not looking for a medal of any sort, I AM looking for some support from the people who matter most. My family. Instead of getting the hey, good luck, good job, I will be there to watch you. I got you cant possibly run. Your niece runs like you.... kicking her own ass. You run all wrong. Things like that.
I will tell you what... I may not come in first place. I may come in dead last. But if I finish, than that is more than my family can say! I got off my ass and did something about my fatness. I am not standing around making fun of what I dont think one can do.
Years ago, yes, I thought my hubby was smoking crack in his free time about wanting to run a marathon. He gave me the strength to know that I too can do this. Only if it is 3.1 miles. I am gonna do it. I figure the best way to find out why he keeps doing this sort of thing, is to do it myself.
So one word to the non supporters.......
Blow!
Friday, April 10, 2009
A punch in the gut
Growing up I had a few best friends that while I had a relationship with the friend, I also had a relationship with the parents. Moreso, the moms.
Last night, I received a call from one of my best friends and was told that her mom has cancer. They had just found it.
While it must have been a punch in the gut for my friend, it was also a punch in the gut to me. I stayed strong for her. But hung up feeling empty. I dont know the right words to say. I dont know how she feels. I cant even begin to tell her that I understand what she is going through. I felt as if I was useless to her at that moment.
All night long I thought. I thought about growing up with my buddy. I can still picture her mom, with her hands on her hips lecturing us or telling us what we were doing wasnt the smartest move. I can still see her in her house, in Aztec, right after it was built and she was so proud.
It isnt as if she is gone.
Sara is a spit fire. She is a strong lady. I know she will fight to the end!
I am hoping and praying that she has many years left. That she can overcome this. I pray that she can see her grandson grow up, and see her daughter get remarried to the love of her life.
I hope that I can be there for Brandy, like I should be. Like I need to be.
More to come on this, I am sure.
Last night, I received a call from one of my best friends and was told that her mom has cancer. They had just found it.
While it must have been a punch in the gut for my friend, it was also a punch in the gut to me. I stayed strong for her. But hung up feeling empty. I dont know the right words to say. I dont know how she feels. I cant even begin to tell her that I understand what she is going through. I felt as if I was useless to her at that moment.
All night long I thought. I thought about growing up with my buddy. I can still picture her mom, with her hands on her hips lecturing us or telling us what we were doing wasnt the smartest move. I can still see her in her house, in Aztec, right after it was built and she was so proud.
It isnt as if she is gone.
Sara is a spit fire. She is a strong lady. I know she will fight to the end!
I am hoping and praying that she has many years left. That she can overcome this. I pray that she can see her grandson grow up, and see her daughter get remarried to the love of her life.
I hope that I can be there for Brandy, like I should be. Like I need to be.
More to come on this, I am sure.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Sign up... do it!
So I became part of a bunco group last month. It was the first month. This month I volunteered to host.
It has been living hell to actually get these people who said they would sign up to comply with participating like they should!
Out of 12 people, I had 7 yes's and 5 no's. Filled all 5 spots, lost 1 then 2. Filled both spots then lost another 2. The back up's... I couldnt really hold them accountable for coming... other things come up and happen!
Really people!
This is turning out to be a bigger hassle than something fun!
The lesson is: Dont be so quick to volunteer to do something nice until you know who you can count on from the original bunch!
It has been living hell to actually get these people who said they would sign up to comply with participating like they should!
Out of 12 people, I had 7 yes's and 5 no's. Filled all 5 spots, lost 1 then 2. Filled both spots then lost another 2. The back up's... I couldnt really hold them accountable for coming... other things come up and happen!
Really people!
This is turning out to be a bigger hassle than something fun!
The lesson is: Dont be so quick to volunteer to do something nice until you know who you can count on from the original bunch!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Disclaimer
Since I have posted a link to my blog on Facebook....
I feel I must give this disclaimer.
If you read my blog, please know you will be offended at some point.
My mouth my not be clean at times.
I may say something about you, but it will always be the truth.
I like to tell funny family stories, get over it!
We all have funny stories, I just like to point out what I think is funny.
So feel free to leave hate mail.....
Comment if its funny.
Tell me your better than me.... I dont really care
My blog...... I think its funny! :o)
Have a super day!
I feel I must give this disclaimer.
If you read my blog, please know you will be offended at some point.
My mouth my not be clean at times.
I may say something about you, but it will always be the truth.
I like to tell funny family stories, get over it!
We all have funny stories, I just like to point out what I think is funny.
So feel free to leave hate mail.....
Comment if its funny.
Tell me your better than me.... I dont really care
My blog...... I think its funny! :o)
Have a super day!
Thanks for the notice!
I may have blogged about this before and if my memory serves me correctly I did, but because I dont know how to link stories, I will just make a long story short.
In August, there were a rash of burglaries in my meighborhood, in fact, someone cleared my neighbors house completely out. They got greedy. About 2 weeks after it was cleaned out, I was awoken in the middle of the night by the sounds of metal banging together.
It was a few bright gentleman disassembling my neighbors trampoline and putting it in their truck, which was stashed away on the street behind our house.
I called the cops. They were caught.
That was August.
Today is April 8th. It is 5:49 pm. At 5:28 the doorbell rang. It is the Sherriff's department serving myself and my husband subpeonas to appear at a pre trial witness statement meeting. Here's the problem, it's tomorrow.
I dont mind being a good samaritan here and there. Give me some courtesy, and give me more than a few hours notice that I need to drive to the end of earth on my lunch hour to tell someone that I saw a few idiots stealing something so stupid!
I dont mind telling someone my story, I just dont want this guys attorney trying to change what I am saying.
Maybe I could just ask if they could replay the 911 tape... that was interesting all in itself!
In August, there were a rash of burglaries in my meighborhood, in fact, someone cleared my neighbors house completely out. They got greedy. About 2 weeks after it was cleaned out, I was awoken in the middle of the night by the sounds of metal banging together.
It was a few bright gentleman disassembling my neighbors trampoline and putting it in their truck, which was stashed away on the street behind our house.
I called the cops. They were caught.
That was August.
Today is April 8th. It is 5:49 pm. At 5:28 the doorbell rang. It is the Sherriff's department serving myself and my husband subpeonas to appear at a pre trial witness statement meeting. Here's the problem, it's tomorrow.
I dont mind being a good samaritan here and there. Give me some courtesy, and give me more than a few hours notice that I need to drive to the end of earth on my lunch hour to tell someone that I saw a few idiots stealing something so stupid!
I dont mind telling someone my story, I just dont want this guys attorney trying to change what I am saying.
Maybe I could just ask if they could replay the 911 tape... that was interesting all in itself!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Gotta get it out there....
So I was told today at work that my humor is rude.
I was razzing my supervisor when another rolled up and gave me a look, I said, "you know you appreciate my humor!" She said, "your humor is rude" I think she just doesnt understand me.
Why is it when you dont sugar coat things, your rude, your a bitch?! I mean, no doubt I am, but still. I am who I am... like it, or dont freakin talk to me. :o)
My rant is over ..... for now.
My mother is on the phone to torture me with stories!
I was razzing my supervisor when another rolled up and gave me a look, I said, "you know you appreciate my humor!" She said, "your humor is rude" I think she just doesnt understand me.
Why is it when you dont sugar coat things, your rude, your a bitch?! I mean, no doubt I am, but still. I am who I am... like it, or dont freakin talk to me. :o)
My rant is over ..... for now.
My mother is on the phone to torture me with stories!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Dang... I suck!
November was my last post?!
Whoa!
Lots has happened between then and now!
I will start making an effort to blog a little more often!
Even if no one reads it... :o)
Stay tuned.... let me muster up some funny and I will return!
Whoa!
Lots has happened between then and now!
I will start making an effort to blog a little more often!
Even if no one reads it... :o)
Stay tuned.... let me muster up some funny and I will return!
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