Thoughts of the Day...

• I got uber a teensy bit creative last night with my sandwich making skills. Today's lunch was a sandwich thin (if you haven't had these, you've GOT to try them) with veggie cream cheese, boar's head ham, spinach and carrots. Sandwich heaven. Cream cheese makes the world go 'round.
•  Kathleen revealed her secret this morning as to why she always wears dresses. "I had to pick out ONE clothing item this morning - insert downgrading look at my attire - you, on the other hand, had to match four." She's a smart lady. Wonder how much time I would save at the end of my life if I only picked out one article of clothing a day?
• The girl upstairs has either been stepping lighter, at the strip club (where I'm convinced she works, but only because I don't like her) or I've just gotten used to the herd of elephants that crosses over my room 25 times a night. In any case, I'm thankful.
• My mother decided, without our consent, that Saturday is family Easter egg dyeing day. My one day off this weekend to clean, cook, do laundry, drink coffee on my porch and gossip with the girls - okay so mostly that last one, but still. oh mah gee. Her reasoning? "Well, I know you like to dye eggs, so I figured we could do it together." Yep, I did like to dye eggs when I was 7...but, alas, I'm planning on being the saint daughter and doing the dyeing, anyways. Goodbye hazelnut coffee with skinny caramel macchiato creamer and a pile of clean laundry that has otherwise been sitting in the hamper for 2 weeks.
• Tomorrow is April Fools' Day. I traditionally suck at this game, but this year, I really wanna get somebody. Tonight is brainstorming night. I'll keep you updated...Also, if I see you on a daily basis and you read my blog, just forget this last bullet point. kaythanx.

I Prefer to Smell Like Roses, Thanks...

So some of the guys have decided that they're going to do Greenville's Annual Mud Run this year....

Kind of ironic that they decide this just when I freakin' champion the Cooper River Bridge (update: still sore). So, besides the fact that I'm living with the mantra that imitation is the biggest form of flattery, I'm also kind of pumped about seeing all these crazies run around in red clay mud, over and under all kinds of obstacles, just to see who can do it. Four miles of this stuff.

This is one I'll be staying out of, but I promise to Betsy I'll be at the finish line with a big ol' sparkly sign - that probably took me back to my high school days, permanent markers, glue, glitter and all...aahhhh - saying GO TEAM! and the loudest megaphone I can find at Wilson's Five and Dime. 'Cause you know they've probably got a few.

Here's to you, boys. Good luck with your future slippery, dirty romp in the mud.

CRBR and my Achin' Body

Ouuuuccchhhhh.

I was told by Miss LH herself on Thursday night that I would be doing the Cooper River Bridge Run with her in two days. No big deal. What's a little over 3 miles on a Saturday morning? Oh wait. We have to get up at 5:00 am? Ohhhhhh waiiitttt...it's a 10K?!?! Oh please, Lord, help me.

So, Lauren and I get up yesterday morning at the crack of dawn while the rest of the world is sawing logs, grab a couple pop tarts, lace up our tennis shoes and head out the door. Yeah, we ate pop tarts. At 5:15...which means when we started this race at 8:00, we were HUNGRY. I guess we couldn't have been smart enough to actually eat something with protein or that wasn't just empty, sugary calories. Of course not.

Okay, so anyways...

 Off we go!

So as I'm all huffing and puffing up and down this bridge, I'm being a totally Negative Nancy. I admit it. I'm all....omg my heart will explode in 2.5 seconds if we don't stop! My calves are going to rip into shreds by the end of this thing! We're only on mile four!?!?!?

All in my head of course because I'm trying to be tough and fit and the man in front of me has a sign on his back that says he's 85 years old and this is his 700th race (which kind of presents a conundrum...do you pass the dude and make him feel bad or do you stay behind him and have to say someone four times your age beat you? I don't even know.)

But....

We're rounding the last block of this thing through King Street, and I'm seriously about to die, but all these people are cheering for us and clapping and hoopin' and hollerin'. And then we turn the corner and there's this humongous yellow sign with the word 'FINISH' on it. I swear it was the Lord himself standing beside it, y'all. And Lauren goes, let's do this. And we did. We ran across that finish line and whoa. I was awesome. We were awesome. Looking like we just spent the last 2 hours pulling an 18-wheeler, but totally and completely awesome.

And I'm probably a little hooked now. My attitude was wrong during the race and I realize that now, because it's all worth it when you're done. When you've succeeded and pushed yourself farther than you imagined you could. Totally worth the ouches.

I gotta start getting good at this running thing, so I can cross even more yellow finish lines......and get fun t-shirts and all kinds of swag. Woot!

 

Letter from your Acne

Dear Caralee,

So yeah, I know you have, like, 8 billion things going on this weekend and all, and you probably want to look your best, which includes the facial area, but I mean, what better time to drop in? I try to time these things to a tee, you know, and I gotta say, since I've been rearing my pleasingly obnoxious head since your pubescent years (which was I don't know like...over a decade ago....), I'm pretty sure I could go pro by now. Sooo knock knock. I came for a visit. And I'm not waiting for you to tell me to wipe my feet on the welcome mat. I'm barging in and making my temporary home right on your chin.

Oh, and don't even try the hot wash cloth trick, or the sterilized safety pin, because really. Really. Those things just piss me off. You might as well leave me alone and keep me company for the next few days I'm here. And don't make me hang around longer. You know I will.

Yours forever and always,

Mondo Zit

Why Hello There Blogspot, So Nice to See You Again...

aaahhhkay, okay, okay.

I can't find my blogging website groove here lately. I've jumped from Xanga to Blogspot to Tumblr and back to Blogspot...and Tumblr. Ha. Indecisive. Just like a typical woman...which is in no way an apology for not being able to make up my mind. Kiss it. Or hug it...or do both. Whatever you do, or don't, decide, just know that I don't care what you think about my bloggy-fickleness.

Moving on...

Blogspot is strictly reserved now for my longer postings. Things that probably don't mean a thing, but that I want to rant about for a few minutes. You know...like my very own miniature version of Oprah, except without the famous people, and the black power innuendos and the free car giveaways.

Also, I'm coming back with a vengeance. I kept it hidden for a while because of the omggivemeabreakiknowitsmyfaultbutquitstalkingme drama. I've given it much thought and realized that I have nothing at all to hide. I mean, I'm not gonna sit here and tell you about bathroom experiences or the fact that the Claritin I took this morning for my allergies is making me jittery (oh. wait...I did just tell you about that), but you know. If I think it, feel it, have the need to vent it....it's coming.

Smiles.

On a lighter note, Dunkin Donuts is giving out free medium iced and hot coffee on Monday mornings. What?!?! Yes. It is so true. Nowwwww you're smiling, I can see it.