last week was fantastic. but i admit. coming home to this. its the best.
can i just tell you how HARD it is to get them to pose. they dont like to sit still for even a second and at that particular moment there was something more exciting going on outside so they both were trying to dart for the back door.
oh and remember how when you saw people when you were little and they would always say "my how you've grown" or "you're getting so big"... well i caught myself saying that to the girls.. they both gained about ten pounds of fluff while we were gone. seriously. half of it stayed on them and well the rest made a nice little mess all over the house.
Bye bye to the crappy hurricane IDA weather we have here that makes the early darkness that much more frustrating as its accompanied by cold rain and wind.
Bye bye to the pool that i wont swim in for 10 whole days.
Bye bye to the job that drives me crazy and led me to play "break stuff" in my office yesterday
Bye bye to the 8 pounds i've gained in the "off season" and hello to 5 more i'll find in the mounds of swiss chocolate.
Bye bye to my girls. miss you little pooches.
Bye bye to email and computers and being available 24/4
off to europe. FUN!
oh and what about the AMF you ask? Adios mother f*cker. hee hee.
I’ve been meaning to update this for a few days now but as you know life gets in the way sometimes. BUT a few somewhat meaningful occurrences over the past few days include – (yes lately I’ve become a huge fan of bullet points. So much in fact that I have used them in personal emails and grocery lists. I’ve tried to get the girls on board with their to-do list for the day while I’m at work, but they have not caught on yet. Perhaps I’ll try arrows instead of dots….) • OK so Saturday – the one decent weather day we’ve had in a while, my friend was hosting a trunk show, well sort of. One of our mutual friends has her own clothing business. Really cute stuff. Way trendy and usually things I ooooooh and aaaaawe over but would never actually attempt to wear for fear that I would look like a DON’T from the back page of glamour… anyhooo… I went over to support a friend and lo and behold found some things that I even attempted to try on. The KICKER is – I loved them and walked away with not one but TWO yes TWO dresses. SHUT UP! This coming from someone who tries to wear garments that as closely resemble my pajamas every day to work and upon returning home from anywhere, puts actual pajamas on.. though I will say one of the dresses is a knit number that will only require leggings (yes the new fall trend that has come back with a vengeance!) and tall boots. I love tall boots. I will probably not wear shoes for the entire first 4 months of the year in order to wear tall boots all the time. • Per the bullet above – someone must invite me to a super swanky holiday party. I have the PERFECT green dress to wear. • It’s time to roll back into a little bit of training and not just the occasional easy run or ride thru the neighborhood. My first real run back this week had me doing some short efforts into zone 3 and GASP! Zone 4. Wow. I was really having to hoof it to get my HR up into z3. My legs were refusing to turn over and I had to resort to death threats when my first words of encouragement didn’t seem to do the job… whats up legs? funny how once you get started things get easier.. the last bits were better than the first… • A side note to the above – running in the dark when you are a klutz is not the best idea… even with the street lights…. I’m hoping for a full moon tonight.. • back in the pool too.. and I quote “wow. I can tell you haven’t been in the pool for a WHILE”. (that’s from not just one but both Gaals..) oh lord. Lots of work to do. • I just noticed something pretty random.. but I went to masters last night (so taking a shower at 9 PM) I didn’t exactly feel the need to in the AM, but I see that my nails are dirty. WTF. How do they go from spic and span from the shower to dirt ridden fingers in about 12 hours (most of which included sleep!) so unless I somehow went out to garden and don’t remember I’m kind of perplexed where the phantom yucks has appeared from. Off to wash my hands.. hee hee….
well i never said my life was ready for prime time. or even a late night reality show. though we do joke about doing an installment of "the housewives of morrisville".. now that might be good. lots of wine drinking, dog discussing and well we do know how to gossip. ha! but lately things have just been good and well thats not really noteworthy... i did spend saturday morning volunteering at the junior league's Shopping SPREE fundraier, a required shift, otherwise i might be inclined to decline.. too many cooks in the kitchen if you know what i mean.. and not surprisingly i spent the time wandering around the show floor looking at all of the stuff for sale. $12 cake mixes, $50 kids over alls, $5 monogramed toothbrush holder... not really my kind of stuff... but duty called!
that afternoon we watched the UT game.. skipping to the end i will say that i was on the trainer during the second half (it was dark out by then and i had succombed to a post volunteer shift nap... ha) and anyway i hate to admit but i am one of those superstitious game watchers.. as soon as i stood up to pedal UT went down the field to score. they needed to recover an onside kick - yep i was standing up for that to happen. and it did.. then they needed to make a 40 yard field goal to win and beat the number one team in the nation. i stopped peddaling to watch. it got blocked and they lost. sorry UT. blame me. i wasnt in the proper position.
i did score some great flat black boots sunday morning on an impromtu shopping spree. and i also decided i needed some cotton knit tights. yes for all of the super cold days here when i decide to wear skirts. ha. (see neither of those things would ever actually happen, together or seperate.. )
It comes to NC once a year. And it doesn’t disappoint. The state fair. People drive in from all over for this thing. Some come for the rides, some come for the shows (Kelly pickler!), but most come for the food. “if you can eat it, we can deep fry it”. And they don’t mess around.
A few of us headed off to the fair yesterday (after a pregame of chocolate cake at home...! thanks BG!) Temps started out in the 50s but quickly dropped. Definitely not October weather. i think it might actually be warmer in pittsburgh right now...
Anyway after a few mishaps with meeting up with some friends .. “we’re by the ferris wheel” . 10 minutes later… “we’re now by the swings…” 10 minutes later.. “oh there are three ferris wheels and 2 sets of swings.. ugh!”….
Then the eating began! Items consumed included – but in no particular order..fried buffalo chicken rangoons, fried oreos, fried mac and cheese, fried cookie dough, fried snickers, philly cheese steaks, fried reeses cups, gyros, kettle corn, and perhaps some other culinary perfections I’m forgetting. we did get an eye full of the chicken fried bacon, and folks its exactly as gross looking as you think it is. we tried to follow alysia's "food guide to the fair" and not eat anything not covered in grease, smothered in butter or "natural". i think we did pretty good.
The main focus of the day – besides the food – was seeing the pig races. This is a huge draw, and we made sure to get there early to get a seat. It was well worth it. Long story short, the marquee event was of course the pig race (after goat, duck, baby pigs, pot bellied pigs all raced..) and the pig announcer man put on “lets get ready to rumble” and said he needed 4 lovely ladies to “ride these hogs” to victory. I of course jumped at the chance to represent a fine animal around the track. (see video part one).
When he got to our side to pick the 4th lucky lady, both bri and I shot our hands up and were literally on the edge of our seats. He looked at us and pointed ..”I want you, college girl!”.. surely he cant be talking to us?? But bri started down the bleachers and he was like “nope, her”. I was like OH YEA ME, but oh no bri!!!i mean, at least she eats bacon!
Anyway I trotted down and proceeded to watch my pig come in last place. After being mildly insulted by the pig announcer man for “not knowing which side of the pig to put in a pan”. Hmmm if he only knew! So anyway I didn’t get to be crowed pig queen of the fair… bummer.
Off to see some rather large sized prize winning rabbits, a cow showing, some vintage farm equipment and of course ride the worlds largest slide.
yes its been raining for several days now. no worries though. not like i have a bike ride to go on or anything! its funny (well to me) to read the ramblings from "up north" where toe warmers and fleece hats are now necessity. especially when here, under the mason dixon, the same attempts at getting warm are taking place. though temps here are just barely dipping into the 50s. and yes i do beleive there was a run on milk and bread at some point.... ha! i just laugh because i continue to wear my flip flops. though i do crave the day when the UGGS can actaully be pulled out - unlike the neighborhood tweens who have been wearing them since late august...
but alas with changes in weather comes the dreaded sniffles. (or swine flu as i've been telling everyone i have!). waking up at 4 am to barf for a few hours is really not so fun. nor is staying home all day when you only feel well enough to flip thru hideous daytime tv.
and of course i must mention the adventure that began my day. much to early. at 630 am i had BOTH dogs jump on top of me in bed. not totally unusual, but more likely to happen on a saturday when i've slept in until 10 and they are bored. so looking around - and it still being REALLY dark - i was like WTF and told them to go back to sleep. but they would not get down and started whining and shaking and pawing. Ruh Roh..... since bobby leaves for work so early i knew something had to be sorta wrong since they usuallly bug him, knowing A: he is more likely to actually get up to see whats going on and B: more likely to know how to fix it. SO - after rousing myself from sleep (and one CRAZY dream... OK if you must know.. i was in second place in a huge duathlon - coming into T2 i could not find my bike nor remember which pair of shoes i was supposed to wear and changed back and forth about 3 times. then the line to get over the timing mat was longer than the one for tickets to MJ's memorial...) i start to hear a beeping sound. smoke alarm. no, not going off but wanting a new battery. ugh. so off i go to find the step ladder -the BIG 8 foot ladder from teh garage and haul it up stairs to reach the high ceiling. then WTF who in their right mind keeps D batteries around. so after searching thru every junk space i finally locate one and WHAL-A fixed. just in time to go to work. sweet.
