3 more sleeps!
I am starting to get a little excited.
Today I went to pick up race packets for myself and my sister. I had to drive all the way to Conway (45-60 minute drive depending on traffic) to get them. =P
The packet was chock full of stuff. Several ads for 5ks, but all in either Conway or Russellville (which is another 45 minutes from Conway). I will drive a good distance for a half-marathon, but not a 5k. But there was more than 5ks in the bag!
The Mississippi River Marathon. It's February 8 and there is a half! That's about 2-2.5 hours away.
Run The Line Half Marathon. It is in Texarkana and is in both Texas and Arkansas. It's February 16 and about 3 hours (?) away.
Half-Marathon in Fabulous RussVegas. April 26 (Isaboo's birthday) and in Russellville. About 90 min-2 hours away.
But that's not all!
This is the best part...
Outback in the Ozarks. A 200 mile team relay race. OMG...it's like a Ragnar Relay!
I could increase my half-marathon from 3 a year to 6! I'm not sure I can swing all those registration fees, and two of them are back to back weekends. I think I may just do this RussVegas one, since it's closer. This year anyway. I need to set up a registration fee savings fund. =)
But the relay race! I showed my sister and she was excited about it, too! There are a lot of logistics to figure out (like 10 other people to do it with us) so I don't anticipate being able to do it in 2014. For one, there's a 36 hour time limit, which averages out to less than an 11min mile, and I'm barely hitting 15 min miles. So pace is an issue, unless we found some super fast runners to team up with LOL. And the registration fee is understandably steep. But still.... so much fun to think about right now!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Sunday, October 20, 2013
6 More Sleeps
Did you forget that I have a half-marathon coming up? You may think I did since I haven't been talking about it non-stop like the first one, but I have not. I've been doing my long walks every week (well, almost every week...) and today was my last one. Saturday is the Soaring Wings Half-Marathon!
This has been a completely different experience training. No mental barriers to knock down, in fact, I am not anxious or excited (yet) about it. I do still have that "but I'm only walking it" mentality, probably because I did want to run this one. I've gone from running it to running part of it to just walking. I guess that's a big source of the almost-disappointment. The first half-marathon was SUCH a big deal to me, and this one is like "meh". Deep down I know it's still a big accomplishment running or walking. But yes, yes, I am disappointed in myself for not hitting that goal of running it.
But that's OK. I have two more on the calendar and the weather is cooler and I WILL run part of the CASA Half in December. Maybe not a lot of it, there's not an awful lot of time to build up much distance, but I will. I really thought about running some today, but this close to the half, I wanted to play it safe and not risk being really sore or hurt after today's walk.
I just remembered that last Sunday I took pictures during my 12 mile walk to take you guys on a walk with me via my blog. And I totally forgot to write the post! I will work on that this week. Promise.
Today was only a 6 miler... it's taper time. It was a nice walk. I needed the fresh air and the time alone. It's good for the soul. I walk along the Arkansas River Trail, different parts at times, it depends on the distance, really. I prefer one location for shorter walks, another for the long-long walks. I started thinking about my 37 while 37 list (which is pitifully not nearly complete and my birthday is less than 2 months away) and one of the big things on it was to walk the entire River Trail. It's a 14 (or 17, I've seen both numbers used...) mile loop that runs through Little Rock on one side of the Arkansas River, over the Big Dam Bridge, through North Little Rock on the other side of the river and back over the Clinton Bridge. I've gone back and forth over whether or not to actually do it, because I can't tell for sure if the whole thing is complete by the maps. But I really, really want to do it in between my half-marathons. I just need to do some more research. I think I'll take a Monday off of work... Bill will be home and can come rescue me if need be and the girls will be in school. I would walk it at a leisurely pace, not my normal race pace.
OK, enough babbling. I need to go sew. =)
This has been a completely different experience training. No mental barriers to knock down, in fact, I am not anxious or excited (yet) about it. I do still have that "but I'm only walking it" mentality, probably because I did want to run this one. I've gone from running it to running part of it to just walking. I guess that's a big source of the almost-disappointment. The first half-marathon was SUCH a big deal to me, and this one is like "meh". Deep down I know it's still a big accomplishment running or walking. But yes, yes, I am disappointed in myself for not hitting that goal of running it.
But that's OK. I have two more on the calendar and the weather is cooler and I WILL run part of the CASA Half in December. Maybe not a lot of it, there's not an awful lot of time to build up much distance, but I will. I really thought about running some today, but this close to the half, I wanted to play it safe and not risk being really sore or hurt after today's walk.
I just remembered that last Sunday I took pictures during my 12 mile walk to take you guys on a walk with me via my blog. And I totally forgot to write the post! I will work on that this week. Promise.
Today was only a 6 miler... it's taper time. It was a nice walk. I needed the fresh air and the time alone. It's good for the soul. I walk along the Arkansas River Trail, different parts at times, it depends on the distance, really. I prefer one location for shorter walks, another for the long-long walks. I started thinking about my 37 while 37 list (which is pitifully not nearly complete and my birthday is less than 2 months away) and one of the big things on it was to walk the entire River Trail. It's a 14 (or 17, I've seen both numbers used...) mile loop that runs through Little Rock on one side of the Arkansas River, over the Big Dam Bridge, through North Little Rock on the other side of the river and back over the Clinton Bridge. I've gone back and forth over whether or not to actually do it, because I can't tell for sure if the whole thing is complete by the maps. But I really, really want to do it in between my half-marathons. I just need to do some more research. I think I'll take a Monday off of work... Bill will be home and can come rescue me if need be and the girls will be in school. I would walk it at a leisurely pace, not my normal race pace.
OK, enough babbling. I need to go sew. =)
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Nosebleed
*** Thank you all for your really sweet words! It really means a lot to me to have people who take the time to read my babbling and you guys made me feel really good! =) ***
I've been on my meds for a few days now, and I have moments of feeling spaced out and moments of feeling really antsy or borderline high, but it's better each day, so I think it will all even out.
I had a phone call yesterday at lunch. I didn't recognize the number, but it looked familiar and I thought it was someone at work (I went out for lunch). It was the pharmacist from Walgreens where I get my prescriptions. She asked me if I had ever taken Zoloft before (yes) and how I was feeling. I have never, ever had a pharmacist call me to ask how I was doing on a medication. And it's not like some Mom & Pop little pharmacy where they know me or something. It's Walgreens. I thought that was odd, borderline concerning... is there something I need to be looking out for? Weird.
Anyway. Enough about that.
A few weeks ago, my sister sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to the Bon Jovi concert with her. There was a Groupon deal, so it was cheap ($17 or $22) and her husband was offering to babysit for me. I haven't listened to Bon Jovi's last 5 albums or so, but I do love their old stuff, plus it was a night out. So, of course, I'll go!
I haven't been to a concert in YEARS. I'm not a fan of crowds. Or live music for that matter. But a Girls' Night Out is necessary every once in a while, especially one that doesn't involve people under 5 ft tall (unless you're under 5' but over 18, I guess I should say LOL)
I had heard on the radio that the show should start at PROMPTLY 7:30pm, no opening act, just Bon Jovi. I also heard from other people that they only play about 4 old songs.... and other people said they play a lot of covers. I really didn't have high expectations, but the tickets were cheap, and it was a night out, darn it. I don't care if they sing Mary Had A Little Lamb.
The arena has two upper levels, and we thought buying the more expensive tickets meant we'd be in the lower upper level.
That was not the case. There were only 3 rows behind us. We were so high up that I was dizzy for about half an hour. It was scary. I don't know where the cheaper seats were... outside maybe? And the catwalks blocked the jumbo-trons. So really, we couldn't see a damn thing. Oh well. I think Jon Bon Jovi is hot and all, but with his hair short now he reminds me of an old friend and it kind of skeeves me out.
They did NOT start promptly at 7:30pm. It was more like 8:10. =P
All in all, the concert was really good. About 1/3 of their old stuff, 1/3 stuff I have heard but wasn't familiar enough to sing along with, and 1/3 new stuff I didn't know at all or covers. He did some Conway Twitty, Rolling Stones, other stuff. Mostly fun stuff, though. And he had an awesome Mick Jagger impression. He had the moves like Jagger, for sure. LOL It was over 2 hours, so I think we definitely got our money's worth, even if they were little ants to us from up in the clouds...
That's as zoomed in as my phone could go.
They hadn't been to Little Rock in 20 years... and they had a pretty packed house. Lots of 30-40 year old women ;) But there were plenty of guys, too. And the girl next to me was probably 17 or so.
I had fun. I might be willing to go to another concert in the near future.... if the right band came along.
I've been on my meds for a few days now, and I have moments of feeling spaced out and moments of feeling really antsy or borderline high, but it's better each day, so I think it will all even out.
I had a phone call yesterday at lunch. I didn't recognize the number, but it looked familiar and I thought it was someone at work (I went out for lunch). It was the pharmacist from Walgreens where I get my prescriptions. She asked me if I had ever taken Zoloft before (yes) and how I was feeling. I have never, ever had a pharmacist call me to ask how I was doing on a medication. And it's not like some Mom & Pop little pharmacy where they know me or something. It's Walgreens. I thought that was odd, borderline concerning... is there something I need to be looking out for? Weird.
Anyway. Enough about that.
A few weeks ago, my sister sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to the Bon Jovi concert with her. There was a Groupon deal, so it was cheap ($17 or $22) and her husband was offering to babysit for me. I haven't listened to Bon Jovi's last 5 albums or so, but I do love their old stuff, plus it was a night out. So, of course, I'll go!
I haven't been to a concert in YEARS. I'm not a fan of crowds. Or live music for that matter. But a Girls' Night Out is necessary every once in a while, especially one that doesn't involve people under 5 ft tall (unless you're under 5' but over 18, I guess I should say LOL)
I had heard on the radio that the show should start at PROMPTLY 7:30pm, no opening act, just Bon Jovi. I also heard from other people that they only play about 4 old songs.... and other people said they play a lot of covers. I really didn't have high expectations, but the tickets were cheap, and it was a night out, darn it. I don't care if they sing Mary Had A Little Lamb.
The arena has two upper levels, and we thought buying the more expensive tickets meant we'd be in the lower upper level.
That was not the case. There were only 3 rows behind us. We were so high up that I was dizzy for about half an hour. It was scary. I don't know where the cheaper seats were... outside maybe? And the catwalks blocked the jumbo-trons. So really, we couldn't see a damn thing. Oh well. I think Jon Bon Jovi is hot and all, but with his hair short now he reminds me of an old friend and it kind of skeeves me out.
(my sister's friend, my little sister, and me)
All in all, the concert was really good. About 1/3 of their old stuff, 1/3 stuff I have heard but wasn't familiar enough to sing along with, and 1/3 new stuff I didn't know at all or covers. He did some Conway Twitty, Rolling Stones, other stuff. Mostly fun stuff, though. And he had an awesome Mick Jagger impression. He had the moves like Jagger, for sure. LOL It was over 2 hours, so I think we definitely got our money's worth, even if they were little ants to us from up in the clouds...
That's as zoomed in as my phone could go.
They hadn't been to Little Rock in 20 years... and they had a pretty packed house. Lots of 30-40 year old women ;) But there were plenty of guys, too. And the girl next to me was probably 17 or so.
I had fun. I might be willing to go to another concert in the near future.... if the right band came along.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Little Blue Happy Pills
A few weeks ago, I realized that I could not put off my doctor's appointment that I was due for in July any longer when I picked up my last refill on my blood pressure meds. So, I reluctantly made the appointment, which was yesterday. Somewhere in between making the appointment and having the appointment, I had a moment of clarity in what has become a pretty persistent dark fog that I've been living in.
I need help.
I had a conversation with an old friend who asked I ever wrote anymore. I had to say no... I don't write much more than lists - grocery lists, to do lists...
So I sat down to write later that evening. Here is what came out:
I realized that I not only needed to go to the doctor to get my meds refilled, I needed to talk to him about getting back on antidepressants. I can't live with those feelings day in and day out any more. I've tried dealing with it myself, taking Holy Basil and aromatherapy, but nothing was doing enough. I'm used to having down periods... usually my moods are pretty tied to my cycle and I know a week before my period, I'm a miserable person. But the hormonal switch gets flipped and I feel awesome again. Two months ago, the switch just didn't flip. And I've been waiting... and waiting.
So, after talking to the doc about several issues, he put me on Zoloft. I took Zoloft in my mid-20s. I called them my "little yellow happy pills" then, but I'm not on that high of a dosage (thank goodness, I was a MESS back then). I also found out that my A1C is higher, which is no surprise because Ben and Jerry were my BFFs this summer.... He mentioned Metformin, and for a brief moment I considered it - because it has the side effect of weight loss - but I know when I feel better, I eat healthier, my blood sugar is better. I asked for Chantix, because (and I may not have ever mentioned this because honestly not many people know I smoke at all) I can't manage to quit smoking on my own. But he was reluctant to put me on Chantix because it can mess with your moods - and he's basing that on his patients - and didn't feel I was in the right head-space for it right now.
A lot kind if is hanging on Zoloft working for me. Putting me back to my normal self where I can get back to my journey to being healthier physically.
I started it today, and I know it takes a while for it to get in my system and regulate everything. But part of me already feels better at just the hope of feeling normal again.
So, again... hopefully I'll be back here more frequently. I had to break out my sewing machine for some work I'm doing for a friend, so maybe there could even be come crafty things coming!
I need help.
I had a conversation with an old friend who asked I ever wrote anymore. I had to say no... I don't write much more than lists - grocery lists, to do lists...
So I sat down to write later that evening. Here is what came out:
"I just want to be face down for a while. to just let everything around
spin the way it wants to spin and not be bothered with it all. i know
i'm depressed and i can't shake it and that just makes me feel worse.
i'm hiding in books burying myself as deep as i can. i want to feel up
again. i want to be excited about something. i'm so tired and i'm
tired of it."
"my body aches. i'm exhausted. i wish that if i just went to sleep
early tonight that i'd wake up and things would be brighter. i want the
hope. i want the motivation. i want to know that if i forced myself
to dig, that i could get out of the hole, but it just feels so
exhausting. if i knew that i could go sit down and work on the
budget... if i could go clean up the room and toss out all the junk...
if i knew that it would work, then i would. i'm just afraid that it
just doesn't matter. that it's just how it has to be right now. why
don't the ups last as long as the downs?"
I realized that I not only needed to go to the doctor to get my meds refilled, I needed to talk to him about getting back on antidepressants. I can't live with those feelings day in and day out any more. I've tried dealing with it myself, taking Holy Basil and aromatherapy, but nothing was doing enough. I'm used to having down periods... usually my moods are pretty tied to my cycle and I know a week before my period, I'm a miserable person. But the hormonal switch gets flipped and I feel awesome again. Two months ago, the switch just didn't flip. And I've been waiting... and waiting.
So, after talking to the doc about several issues, he put me on Zoloft. I took Zoloft in my mid-20s. I called them my "little yellow happy pills" then, but I'm not on that high of a dosage (thank goodness, I was a MESS back then). I also found out that my A1C is higher, which is no surprise because Ben and Jerry were my BFFs this summer.... He mentioned Metformin, and for a brief moment I considered it - because it has the side effect of weight loss - but I know when I feel better, I eat healthier, my blood sugar is better. I asked for Chantix, because (and I may not have ever mentioned this because honestly not many people know I smoke at all) I can't manage to quit smoking on my own. But he was reluctant to put me on Chantix because it can mess with your moods - and he's basing that on his patients - and didn't feel I was in the right head-space for it right now.
A lot kind if is hanging on Zoloft working for me. Putting me back to my normal self where I can get back to my journey to being healthier physically.
I started it today, and I know it takes a while for it to get in my system and regulate everything. But part of me already feels better at just the hope of feeling normal again.
So, again... hopefully I'll be back here more frequently. I had to break out my sewing machine for some work I'm doing for a friend, so maybe there could even be come crafty things coming!
Monday, October 7, 2013
#9
Yesterday was my Olivia's 9th birthday. Nine. I can't believe she's 9 already!
She wanted a party, but I really am soooo over birthday parties, you know? All that work and money and, for us anyway, no one ever shows up but family. So we compromised. She got to have a "play date" at the park. I brought cupcakes and drinks and she invited 5 friends. One showed. And she was late, so for a while I was really worried that Olivia would be upset, but she was very happy.
Dummy me, though... I had told my sister that we were going to celebrate on Olivia's birthday a few weeks ago. I told myself all day Saturday that I needed to remind her, but I never did. When we were at the park, I wondered where they were and happened to look at my texts to her and realized that all I told her was that we were celebrating on Olivia's birthday. No time, no location... I felt awful when I texted her and told her what had happened. She did a great job busting her tail getting there, though.
Olivia had requested "Quadruple Chocolate" cupcakes.... chocolate cake with chocolate chips, chocolate icing, and chocolate sprinkles. This is how they looked Saturday night after I decorated them...
This is how they looked once we made it to the park...
It wasn't that the plastic wrap smooshed them, the icing melted within minutes of getting into the van. =( Any time we have taken cupcakes somewhere for her birthday, they melt. I guess maybe next time I should freeze them?
She really didn't care though. It was windy out, as well, so she had like .5 seconds to blow the candle out.
Her friend gave her a Mooshka doll, which I had never heard of until about a week ago. They're awfully cute and they don't do anything. That's my kind of doll. Santa might be bringing the girls more Mooshka dolls...
It was really sunny out... most of my pictures had horrible sun flares. I guess that's what happens when you're stuck with the cell phone camera. =( I miss my DSLR. I'm still not sure if I'm going to see how much it will cost to fix it or just replace it with something less fancy.
The girls played for a good, long while. My Mom kept Olivia's friend's mother deep in conversation the entire time, so I didn't even have to force myself to be all that social. I'm terrible, I know....
Me and my oldest, one year older!
I managed to get some pictures of me and my Mom and Dad out of the day, too. =)
I always hear "You look just like your Mom" or "You look just like your Dad" depending on who I'm next to in the picture. I'd say I got a good deal from both of them.
Next birthday is mine! I'm just a few years older, though ;)
She wanted a party, but I really am soooo over birthday parties, you know? All that work and money and, for us anyway, no one ever shows up but family. So we compromised. She got to have a "play date" at the park. I brought cupcakes and drinks and she invited 5 friends. One showed. And she was late, so for a while I was really worried that Olivia would be upset, but she was very happy.
Dummy me, though... I had told my sister that we were going to celebrate on Olivia's birthday a few weeks ago. I told myself all day Saturday that I needed to remind her, but I never did. When we were at the park, I wondered where they were and happened to look at my texts to her and realized that all I told her was that we were celebrating on Olivia's birthday. No time, no location... I felt awful when I texted her and told her what had happened. She did a great job busting her tail getting there, though.
Olivia had requested "Quadruple Chocolate" cupcakes.... chocolate cake with chocolate chips, chocolate icing, and chocolate sprinkles. This is how they looked Saturday night after I decorated them...
This is how they looked once we made it to the park...
It wasn't that the plastic wrap smooshed them, the icing melted within minutes of getting into the van. =( Any time we have taken cupcakes somewhere for her birthday, they melt. I guess maybe next time I should freeze them?
She really didn't care though. It was windy out, as well, so she had like .5 seconds to blow the candle out.
Her friend gave her a Mooshka doll, which I had never heard of until about a week ago. They're awfully cute and they don't do anything. That's my kind of doll. Santa might be bringing the girls more Mooshka dolls...
It was really sunny out... most of my pictures had horrible sun flares. I guess that's what happens when you're stuck with the cell phone camera. =( I miss my DSLR. I'm still not sure if I'm going to see how much it will cost to fix it or just replace it with something less fancy.
The girls played for a good, long while. My Mom kept Olivia's friend's mother deep in conversation the entire time, so I didn't even have to force myself to be all that social. I'm terrible, I know....
Me and my oldest, one year older!
I managed to get some pictures of me and my Mom and Dad out of the day, too. =)
I always hear "You look just like your Mom" or "You look just like your Dad" depending on who I'm next to in the picture. I'd say I got a good deal from both of them.
Next birthday is mine! I'm just a few years older, though ;)
Friday, October 4, 2013
Better than a puppy
Bill has a sister that lives in upstate New York and she has two girls that are 11 and 13. Every so often, she'll box up some of their favorite outgrown clothes and some books and ship it off to us for the girls.
Today we received one of those boxes. I remember Bill telling me that she was sending one out, but I didn't know when, so it was a bit of a surprise. The doorbell rang and the girls, thinking it was one of their friends from down the road, ran to the door. They started squealing about a package and my first thought was the sprays that I ordered yesterday, and I was just amazed at the speedy delivery! Then they dragged in the big ol' box and I knew it couldn't be that.
Isabelle decided as I was trying to get the packing tape off that it must be a puppy. Why she thought her aunt was sending her a puppy, I don't know. I tried to explain to her that if it were a puppy that it wouldn't be much fun to play with after being sealed up in a box and shipped halfway across the country, but she was just adamant that it was a puppy.
I finally got the box open and their faces fell for a moment when it was confirmed that it was not a puppy, just clothes and books. I started pulling out the clothes to see what sizes they were (just a size or two bigger than where my girls are, which is perfect) and they saw something that sent them into probably the loudest, most pure pre-tween ecstacy I've ever had to experience with them to date.
Training bras.
Remember how I wrote yesterday that I wasn't ready to buy them training bras and went with camisoles instead? Oh, Lord... I really wasn't ready.
They were just in rapture over these tiny little bras. It was ridiculous.
They each put on a training bra (even Zoe, who refuses to be left behind no matter what). Olivia, poor little stick figure, was just too skinny for all of them really, but she didn't care. Isabelle put one on and was mad that it didn't fit, so I made her take it off and put it on again, just not upside down. There's definitely some training involved in the wearing of training bras....
We went out for dinner. All wearing bras. Olivia's, being too big on her, kept creeping up and peeking out of the neck of her shirt, so she kept tugging it back down, and I kept telling her to stop it. We're in public for Pete's sake. The waitress stopped to tell me how sweet the girls were and Isabelle yanks down the neck of her shirt to tell the waitress they got bras today! Please, make it stop!
We had a discussion in the van after dinner about how bras are like panties. Private. We don't show them off or adjust them at the dinner table. Ever.
I'm really, really not ready for this, you guys.
Then, at bedtime, Olivia decides she needs to sleep in just her bra and panties. Dude, seriously... *I* don't sleep that undressed... where the heck do they get this crap from? I implemented a new rule that you must be dressed enough when you go to bed to be able to run from the house in a fire. She put on some pajamas.
I have a feeling that my husband is going to say a little more than "Thank you" to his sister when he talks to her.
In the midst of all of this, I told Olivia that her cousin just turned 13, which to Olivia is THE age to be. She asks me all the time "Mom, when I turn 13 can I (fill in the blank)?" So, she worships her cousin now. She sat down and wrote her a letter asking her to please tell her all about being 13. I'm sure this will be quite an interesting exchange. =)
Today we received one of those boxes. I remember Bill telling me that she was sending one out, but I didn't know when, so it was a bit of a surprise. The doorbell rang and the girls, thinking it was one of their friends from down the road, ran to the door. They started squealing about a package and my first thought was the sprays that I ordered yesterday, and I was just amazed at the speedy delivery! Then they dragged in the big ol' box and I knew it couldn't be that.
Isabelle decided as I was trying to get the packing tape off that it must be a puppy. Why she thought her aunt was sending her a puppy, I don't know. I tried to explain to her that if it were a puppy that it wouldn't be much fun to play with after being sealed up in a box and shipped halfway across the country, but she was just adamant that it was a puppy.
I finally got the box open and their faces fell for a moment when it was confirmed that it was not a puppy, just clothes and books. I started pulling out the clothes to see what sizes they were (just a size or two bigger than where my girls are, which is perfect) and they saw something that sent them into probably the loudest, most pure pre-tween ecstacy I've ever had to experience with them to date.
Training bras.
Remember how I wrote yesterday that I wasn't ready to buy them training bras and went with camisoles instead? Oh, Lord... I really wasn't ready.
They were just in rapture over these tiny little bras. It was ridiculous.
They each put on a training bra (even Zoe, who refuses to be left behind no matter what). Olivia, poor little stick figure, was just too skinny for all of them really, but she didn't care. Isabelle put one on and was mad that it didn't fit, so I made her take it off and put it on again, just not upside down. There's definitely some training involved in the wearing of training bras....
We went out for dinner. All wearing bras. Olivia's, being too big on her, kept creeping up and peeking out of the neck of her shirt, so she kept tugging it back down, and I kept telling her to stop it. We're in public for Pete's sake. The waitress stopped to tell me how sweet the girls were and Isabelle yanks down the neck of her shirt to tell the waitress they got bras today! Please, make it stop!
We had a discussion in the van after dinner about how bras are like panties. Private. We don't show them off or adjust them at the dinner table. Ever.
I'm really, really not ready for this, you guys.
Then, at bedtime, Olivia decides she needs to sleep in just her bra and panties. Dude, seriously... *I* don't sleep that undressed... where the heck do they get this crap from? I implemented a new rule that you must be dressed enough when you go to bed to be able to run from the house in a fire. She put on some pajamas.
I have a feeling that my husband is going to say a little more than "Thank you" to his sister when he talks to her.
In the midst of all of this, I told Olivia that her cousin just turned 13, which to Olivia is THE age to be. She asks me all the time "Mom, when I turn 13 can I (fill in the blank)?" So, she worships her cousin now. She sat down and wrote her a letter asking her to please tell her all about being 13. I'm sure this will be quite an interesting exchange. =)
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Shopping spree
While we are short-staffed at work, I am getting a bonus every week. My boss forgot to give it to me my first paycheck after all this started, so this paycheck was about $300 more than usual. And I've pretty much spent most of it after today. Let me show you what I got...
First was a little online shopping at Storenvy.com. I've become super curious about essential oils and their uses, and I had run across some essential oil sprays at Frankie and Myrrh. I thought rather than spend the money on buying a crap ton of oils, I would try out a few sprays, and see if it really did anything for me.
I bought some Monster Masher...
It's supposed to help calm the little monsters down before bed. It's Mandarin, which is one of my FAVORITE scents, so I was sold right there. My yoga teacher used to use Mandarin essential oil during savasana and I would crave that smell all week long.
I also bought some Hello Sunshine...
It's a mix of Rose, Lemon, and Bergamot. It's supposed to be a mood booster and anxiety lifter. I debated between that and Spray The Bitch Away. Hello Sunshine won, mainly because I'm not a big fan of Lavender.
After the girls got home, it was time to replace my worn out running shoes. I also wanted to get a pair of shoes to wear to work, because I got into the habit of wearing my running shoes everywhere and I didn't really have anything good to wear to work.
My running shoes are Asics Titanium and cost me about an arm and half a leg. Ugh. Hopefully they'll be better than my Brooks Adrenaline. I liked them, but the guy at the store said that I only slightly over-pronate (basically walking on the inside of my feet, normal for people with low arches like me) and my Brooks had too much stabilization and actually made me under-pronate (walking on the outside of my feet). So these should even me out better.
And then I bought some Converse at Target... I'm a sucker for Converse. Always have been, always will be. I looked at the canvas "Toms" type shoes and they're just not me. I'm a Chucks girl, not that these are Chucks, they're One Stars, but they're pretty much the same thing.
Both pair are, unfortunately, men's shoes. God, I have huge feet. My Asics are 10.5 in men's. The Converse are 9.5. I wear bigger running shoes than normal shoes. That roughly translates into 12 and 11 in women's sizes. I could have bought girl Converse that were identical, but the men's were comfier.
Then I hit the clearance racks and bought the girls each a pair of shoes ($6 each), and six pairs of shorts for Zoe (between $2-$4 a pair), and some undershirts for the girls because Olivia and Isabelle are both approaching training bra time. Like they both need the extra coverage, but Mom can't bring herself to actually buy a bra for her child yet, so camisoles it is.
We still need to get Bill some new work boots, and then my bonus is gone. He always goes for cheap boots. I thought about talking him into something more expensive because they last longer... my friend says her husband buys Redwings which are a couple hundred bucks, but last 5-6 years. Bill usually goes through a pair or two a year. It would be worth the investment.
So there you have it. =) Have a nice night!
First was a little online shopping at Storenvy.com. I've become super curious about essential oils and their uses, and I had run across some essential oil sprays at Frankie and Myrrh. I thought rather than spend the money on buying a crap ton of oils, I would try out a few sprays, and see if it really did anything for me.
I bought some Monster Masher...
It's supposed to help calm the little monsters down before bed. It's Mandarin, which is one of my FAVORITE scents, so I was sold right there. My yoga teacher used to use Mandarin essential oil during savasana and I would crave that smell all week long.
I also bought some Hello Sunshine...
It's a mix of Rose, Lemon, and Bergamot. It's supposed to be a mood booster and anxiety lifter. I debated between that and Spray The Bitch Away. Hello Sunshine won, mainly because I'm not a big fan of Lavender.
After the girls got home, it was time to replace my worn out running shoes. I also wanted to get a pair of shoes to wear to work, because I got into the habit of wearing my running shoes everywhere and I didn't really have anything good to wear to work.
My running shoes are Asics Titanium and cost me about an arm and half a leg. Ugh. Hopefully they'll be better than my Brooks Adrenaline. I liked them, but the guy at the store said that I only slightly over-pronate (basically walking on the inside of my feet, normal for people with low arches like me) and my Brooks had too much stabilization and actually made me under-pronate (walking on the outside of my feet). So these should even me out better.
And then I bought some Converse at Target... I'm a sucker for Converse. Always have been, always will be. I looked at the canvas "Toms" type shoes and they're just not me. I'm a Chucks girl, not that these are Chucks, they're One Stars, but they're pretty much the same thing.
Both pair are, unfortunately, men's shoes. God, I have huge feet. My Asics are 10.5 in men's. The Converse are 9.5. I wear bigger running shoes than normal shoes. That roughly translates into 12 and 11 in women's sizes. I could have bought girl Converse that were identical, but the men's were comfier.
Then I hit the clearance racks and bought the girls each a pair of shoes ($6 each), and six pairs of shorts for Zoe (between $2-$4 a pair), and some undershirts for the girls because Olivia and Isabelle are both approaching training bra time. Like they both need the extra coverage, but Mom can't bring herself to actually buy a bra for her child yet, so camisoles it is.
We still need to get Bill some new work boots, and then my bonus is gone. He always goes for cheap boots. I thought about talking him into something more expensive because they last longer... my friend says her husband buys Redwings which are a couple hundred bucks, but last 5-6 years. Bill usually goes through a pair or two a year. It would be worth the investment.
So there you have it. =) Have a nice night!
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