Wow...really?

This time next Sunday, I will have officially completed my first half marathon. Ho.ly.shit. It's been this far off THING, for lack of a better word, but it's really coming. And will be here next Sunday. I think I'm ready, training wise. I followed my training program to the T (well, with regard to running what distance what day, except for the week after Easter when I was fighting off my sinus infection). However, there is one way in which I am NOT ready...what am I going to WEAR for the race?!

You can stop laughing now. This is actually something I worry about. I know what shorts I'm going to wear, what socks, what shoes (duh), and what long sleeved shirt I can bear to part with when I get too warm. I have it narrowed down to two sleeveless tops, and whichever top I pick will determine which sports bra I wear. It's either going to be pink top with white sports bra, or vice versa. Decisions, decisions...

At least the weather is supposed to be glorious-long term forecasts are predicting high temp of 69 for race day, and low temp of 53. Seeing as the race starts at 6 FUCKING 30 IN THE MORNING (aaah!), I figure the race time temps will be closer to 53 than 69. At least, I hope so.

Regardless of how I do and how sore I am or am not, I am SO glad I took next Monday off work. Because if I AM sore, the last thing I'm going to be able to do effectively is chase kids around and make them talk all day.

In other news...Georgie is PHE.NOM.IN.AL. Seriously, greatest dog ever. No pottying in the house, no more keeping Mommy up at night (fixed by moving her crate into our bedroom), and slowly improving social skills. Meaning, she didn't growl at ANY of the BIIIIG dogs (those are the only things she growls at) yesterday. We met Shannon, her husband Bryan, and their dog Oakley at Antrim Park and Georgie did fabulously with allll of the doggies she met, regardless of their size. Then, we met Jen at Highbanks Metropark for a walk today, and she did great with all the doggies there again :D YAY Georgie! Who, I must say, is exhausted. She's probably relieved that Mommy goes back to work tomorrow, and she can go back to taking it easy with Daddy again.

More news...we still have not really tackled any of our big yard projects yet. I planted a herb garden in a window box that hangs off our back deck, so that's a start. We have a variety of projects that won't be hard to do, we just have to get our butts in gear, go to Lowe's, and buy some shit. So, yeah.

Aaaaaand, that's all I've got. More to come after the Pig next weekend! (assuming I don't keel over)

Seriously?

So, starting last Weds, I had five days off to look forward to. Had a little sore throat at work on Tuesday, but no biggie. Between getting Georgie Weds night and not getting much sleep that night and the next, my sore throat escalated into a full on cold. Snot, coughing, whole nine yards. Once we got Georgie's sleep issues under control (thanks to moving her crate into our bedroom) and I started sleeping more, I started feeling better. So what do I do? Run nine miles on Saturday. Hey, I've got a half marathon in three weeks! Still, not the greatest idea. Feel tired, but better all day Saturday. Get up Sunday, go to church and then brunch. Diane (Jason's mom) comes over after brunch to meet Georgiegirl, we go on a walk, then I take a nap.

THEN the fun starts. I wake up from my nap with serious chills. No bueno, seeing as I had on a sweatshirt, jeans, and socks, and was burrowed under a blanket. So I try to get up and move around, and put some laundry away. No problem, until I find myself depositing the rest of my brunch into the toilet. The chills were replaced by a lovely fever, topping out at 104.something, which is SO not like me at all. Poor Jason was freaking out :P We got the fever down, I called off work this morning and went to the nearest CVS Minute Clinic. Diagnosis=sinus infection. Got a 10 day dose of amoxicillin and headed back home.

Why this has to happen WHILE I'M ON VACATION, I'll never know. Such bullshit.

On the upside, Georgie is a great snuggle buddy :)

I haz a dog!

Excuse me, I mean WE haz a dog. As in Georgia Sue. Aka Georgie. Aka Peanut, Pudding Pop, Sweet Girl, Puppy Girl, etc. The dog has more nicknames than she has days spent at home with us.

So far, things have gone REALLY well. We got her from Second Chance Humane Society in Johnstown, and since she was a stray brought there we had no clue what kind of life she'd had prior to coming to the shelter. However, it wasn't hard to figure out that whatever life she had, someone taught this sweet girl to sit, shake, and go potty outside. So far, no accidents, she LOVES her toys, and smelling all the new smells on walks in our neighborhood. Georgie is also a couch potato-she loveloveloves to snuggle on the couch with Jason or I. She is not yet a HUGE fan of her crate, but will just whine for a couple of minutes every half an hour or so. This kept me up half the night, but Jason slept right through it, the bastard.

We haven't fenced in our yard yet, but will be very soon. In the meantime, she's digging being out on the 30ft cable we have anchored in the yard, and would sit out there and rip yellow fuzz off her tennis ball if we let her...but only if one of us was sitting outside with her :D

In a nutshell, she's pretty great. So far, it looks like we got REALLY lucky here, and are totally head over heels in love with her. I mean, how can you NOT love this face?

I's a slacker

Wow, Feb 22nd was the last time I posted? Shit.

So, what's new, you ask? Not a whole lot, hence my lack of posting. Let's see here...

Work-three weeks 'til spring break, yay! I took the Weds and Thurs off that week, so I'll only have to be in the clinic Mon and Tues and then have five days off. It's going to be glorious, especially since...

WE'RE GETTING A PUPPY! Probably in the next month, but not 'til after I/we get our taxes done. We'd like to time it up with my mini-vaca, so hopefully that'll work out. We were thinking of doing invisible fencing, but I go back and forth b/t thinking it's a good idea and feeling bad for the poor doggy when it gets zapped :( So, we'll see about the fencing. It's definitely going to be a shelter/rescue doggy, probably some sort of beagle and or lab mix...preferably lab, as beagles can be major food whores. But either way, we'll be happy.

What else? Hmmm...week 5 of Pig training is pretty much in the bag. This week was 5k race weekend (it was supposed to be next weekend, but I couldn't find any 5ks in town...so I moved it to today). This means no long run this week, YAAAY! I did the Flannagan's 5k, which I did with Alli and Julie 2 years ago while they were training for the 1/2 Pig...and actually got a new PR! 24:55-HOLY SHIT! I am more than thrilled with my time, seeing as this was the first race I've actually done by myself, meaning without Alli or one of my friends dragging me along. So woohoo! Next week's long run is 6 miles, which is a distance I've done before so I don't anticipate it being horrible. After that, I get into the 7, 8, 9, 10 mile runs, which is farther than I've ever gone so it's probably going to suck big fat donkey balls. Oh well, c'est la vie.

Things have been pretty quiet around here-Jason just started bartending at the restaurant he's been serving at, and is already making great money (more than he made bartending at the place he used to work at). So that makes him happy and therefore makes my life easier :P The only thing that sucks is that he's now working more nights, and as we all know I work days. So we don't see each other all that much (awake, anyway) during the week. But we've been through that before, so it's not so traumatic.

OMG I love HGTV. I may not get off the couch all day.

I hate Sundays

Seriously. They suck. I had a perfectly productive weekend that went WAY too quickly. Good dinner out with the girls on Friday, cleaned out my car and the green bedroom and met my parents and sister for dinner yesterday, and did a 2 hour spinning fundraiser for cancer awareness and had friends over today. Now, I need a nap. And food. 2 hours of spinning will do that.

Week 2 of 1/2 Pig training is in.the.bag. 10 weeks to go...ack! It's been pretty low key so far-the long runs are 4 miles and I'm used to running at least that on a regular basis. This week, I bump the Sunday runs up to five miles, which still isn't a killer for me but will still be a little more difficult. I just want to get through this half marathon without hurting myself...finishing in a respectable time would be a bonus.

I get to go to Cinci next weekend for my friend Jess's baby shower, and hopefully having dinner with a friend along the way. Hopefully, my sister's satanic cat doesn't try to kill me in my sleep :P

What's wrong with me?

I have baked things TWICE in the last week. TWICE. I don't bake. Ever. But apparently I've had a wild hair up my ass lately. So...here are the fruits of my labor.

Last Saturday's Applesauce Oatmeal Craisin cookies...

aka the cookie amoeba. I made the dough portions a leeeeetle too big. Plus, no one told me that subbing applesauce for the oil in a cookie recipe makes them kind of sticky. And that I'd have to peel the cookies off the foil veeerrrrry carefully. But still, they were good. Even Jason says so, and he's not afraid to tell me that something I made tastes like crap. You may think it's harsh, but I call it love. Besides, when he does inform me that I've made yet another failed attempt at cooking, I usually already know it. And if it's just b/c I like it and he doesn't...then fuck him, more for me!

Today's fun...Diet coke cake. Specifically, cherry coke zero and chocolate cake cupcakes.

These have not had the husband test yet, but they'll pass. These things are fucking GOOD. I've already had two, and am resisting the urge to eat number three. I slightly overfilled the cupcake wrappers, but who ever said that was a bad thing? What I love about this recipe is that its literally idiot proof. Mix one can diet pop of your choice with one box cake mix of your choice. Bake according to directions on box. And that's it. IMO, they don't even need icing-at least, mine don't. Amazing, and semi-healthy. Meaning, the fact that I want to eat all 12 cupcakes is totally okay.

Maybe this baking business doesn't suck such big fat donkey balls after all...

Scenes from my house

Tomorrow is my district's third snow day in a row. Yeeha!