SAFETY FIRSTI'm embarrassed to admit that Dexter (a mule) and Dixie (a donkey) from the Kenai Peninsula were better prepared for Mt. Redoubt than my family.
*Photo courtesy Jacque White / KTUU website
3.27.2009
3.22.2009
3.20.2009
FLUKE?
So . . . apparently I ran on the treadmill this afternoon WITHOUT listening to music. NO music. Apparently all I needed to keep my mind off of the pain was the dull hum of the baby monitor and an old homemade Ultimate video without sound. The scary part? (Yes, Ultimate video). Okay, the other scary part? I didn't realize that I was sweating sans tunes until I was done with my workout. I was in shock. This was certainly a first for me, as running without music always meant more pain, more aches, more jugga-jugga. But surprisingly, my run wasn't miserable without my ipod and Flock of Seagulls. Instead, it was just pleasant enough. And that's gotta mean something cool. I can't help but think that for a brief moment I had entered a "whole nuffa level" as a non-runner, runner. I'm pretty sure it will never happen again.
So . . . apparently I ran on the treadmill this afternoon WITHOUT listening to music. NO music. Apparently all I needed to keep my mind off of the pain was the dull hum of the baby monitor and an old homemade Ultimate video without sound. The scary part? (Yes, Ultimate video). Okay, the other scary part? I didn't realize that I was sweating sans tunes until I was done with my workout. I was in shock. This was certainly a first for me, as running without music always meant more pain, more aches, more jugga-jugga. But surprisingly, my run wasn't miserable without my ipod and Flock of Seagulls. Instead, it was just pleasant enough. And that's gotta mean something cool. I can't help but think that for a brief moment I had entered a "whole nuffa level" as a non-runner, runner. I'm pretty sure it will never happen again.
3.17.2009
BLARNEYA few pictures from my dads trip to Ireland in 2005. The first one is a picture of my uncle kissing the Blarney Stone, the second is a beautiful picture of Blarney Castle and the last one is my dad after having just kissed the stone. According to an Irish legend, those who kiss the Blarney Stone receive a gift of eloquence that enables them to obtain, through persuasion, anything they want. It's a silly picture of my dad (click to enlarge, tee-hee) and it makes me smile every time I see it. I can only imagine he had something funny to say to the gentleman helping him back up after planting his big smooch.
3.12.2009
3.11.2009
NOT AFRAID TO LEARN NEW TRICKS
So the other day I learned a new trick that I'm pretty excited about (in a sheepish kind of way). The girls had been needier than usual all afternoon. It was 6:00, "dinner" was almost done, and I just needed five minutes of silence before the start of the third period. My husband called to say that he was on his way home from work (more on that later), so I prepared the girls and told them that they should find a really good hiding place and surprise Daddy when he came home. I suggested a few key spots in the house, supplied jackets, blankets and other ideal camouflage gear, and told them that I'd let them know when Daddy pulled into the driveway (which is a much easier maneuver now that "Black Betty" has joined the family). Turns out, the girls cooperated fabulously. Five minutes passed by-- silence. Ten minutes passed by-- silence. Fifteen minutes passed by and I heard only one peep . . . "Is he here yet?" It was magical. Probably twenty minutes passed by when the troops became restless and gave up, which was fine. Because it was twenty minutes of silence that gave me the strength to charge into overtime (because "on his way home" really meant "on his way home after a quick beer)."
So the other day I learned a new trick that I'm pretty excited about (in a sheepish kind of way). The girls had been needier than usual all afternoon. It was 6:00, "dinner" was almost done, and I just needed five minutes of silence before the start of the third period. My husband called to say that he was on his way home from work (more on that later), so I prepared the girls and told them that they should find a really good hiding place and surprise Daddy when he came home. I suggested a few key spots in the house, supplied jackets, blankets and other ideal camouflage gear, and told them that I'd let them know when Daddy pulled into the driveway (which is a much easier maneuver now that "Black Betty" has joined the family). Turns out, the girls cooperated fabulously. Five minutes passed by-- silence. Ten minutes passed by-- silence. Fifteen minutes passed by and I heard only one peep . . . "Is he here yet?" It was magical. Probably twenty minutes passed by when the troops became restless and gave up, which was fine. Because it was twenty minutes of silence that gave me the strength to charge into overtime (because "on his way home" really meant "on his way home after a quick beer)."
3.07.2009
RANDOM QUESTION OF THE HOUR
If you eat popcorn out of a bowl from Darwin's Theory does it taste better?
If you eat popcorn out of a bowl from Darwin's Theory does it taste better?
3.05.2009
DWELLSTUDIO FOR TARGET
I was so excited to see these fun kitchen textiles at Target the other day. I've always loved DwellStudio for their clean, modern designs and fun color combinations.
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