Tuesday, February 26, 2013

A crazy unicorn, Minnie Mouse and Pantsman

You knew it had to happen.  I mean, with this many kids, how could we not?


Monday, February 25, 2013


A kid sneak fail.
With credit given for creativity.

The cake was already in two pieces, so points for cutting your piece out of the middle and pushing the two sides together. Good attempt at sneaky.

The trail of crumbs down the front of the fridge was kind of hard to miss.

Nice Try.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Brain Dump

Not to be confused with paint dump.  That is so two weeks ago.

I can't seem to gather much coherent thought lately to actually write some of the things I keep trying to write.  It's not as though they are world changing or even life changing, so I suppose it doesn't matter too much, but to be without words is unlike me.

I currently have 492 unread emails.
Hey, it's better than the 505 I had a few minutes ago.  (If you have emailed me and I haven't replied, I apologize.  I've been in project mode not email mode.  I'll get to it I promise.)
Aaron always has a clear inbox.  He can't handle mine.  YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE INBOX!  He can handle the truth but he can't handle my email.  Please tell me I'm not alone in the inbox clutter.

I also have 679 unread items in my Google reader.  Serious lack in keeping up with social networking lately.  I miss my bloggy peeps.  Just can't seem to make the time to get to catching up there lately.

Thank heaven for Twitter.  Nice to be able to catch up in 140 character blurbs when I have a few seconds here and there.

I am in the process of reading 6 books.  Some of which I would really like to find out how they end.

I have friends trying to convince me to start watching Downton Abbey.  I would love to.  Maybe while I am on the treadmill?  Anything over 6mi on the treadmill seems to require some distraction for my brain.  Since I've had to turn to the treadmill for long runs lately and Biggest Loser is only about 90min when watching it online I could use something more to watch.  Anyone else sucked into this?  Worth it?

Struggling through the miles lately-the motivation is lacking.  I'm getting them in, aside from cutting Saturday's run a few miles short (dropback week, not beating myself up over it) but am in one of those places where it's not the love I want it to be.  That should make me appreciate it more when it is magical, right?
I was on the fence about the March marathon until a few days ago.  I decided to let it go.  I was training for it and on schedule having had a fabulous 16 miler a couple of weeks ago, but it's just not making sense right now.  I am so dang tired, piling up the mileage right now just doesn't make sense.  I kept telling myself that Sam was less than a year old last time I was in marathon mode and I was still nursing him too, but I keep forgetting he was a couple of months older so he wasn't quite sucking the life out of me to the extent that Emily is.  No point in draining myself now and limping through the rest of the spring and early summer races I'm hoping for, better to back off a tad and not push my body over the edge.
I've adjusted the schedule and am really looking forward to Ogden marathon in May.  And will hopefully squeeze a half or two in before then.

I did put the paint that didn't spill to good use.  While Aaron was out of town.  He loves coming home from work trips and seeing how I've changed the house.  He has two more coming up in the next couple of months, we'll see what I can get done.  As soon as I finish putting things back together I'll share pics.  Sometimes it's fun to just completely change how things look.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Don't ignore it

That little voice.

The one inside your head.
The one that says "Um, that paint can fell over when you turned, you might want to pull over and check it".

DO ignore the one that says "Nah, the girl who just mixed your paint put the lid on plenty securely, it's fine! Besides, you are in a hurry!"

When that first voice says "you could pull over here and check just in case", listen.

For the love of all things good, listen!

I guess the good news is that I didn't spill a half gallon of Nantucket Fog in the house...