Magic Mike

 

I just came home from my date with Mike.  Magic Mike…

 

Now don’t be jealous, it was just a one night stand.  Though we might see each other again in the near future if all goes right. 

 

Maybe I could hook you up with one of his friends and we could go on a double date.  Just let me know when your free.  Until then I plan on getting to know Channing a little better.

You are welcome…

 

PS: This is actually a good movie, even had a plot and everything.  There was more than a pretty face or two…or three or four.  But you can judge for yourself.

House Purge 2012

 

House purge 2012 is practically over and I don’t believe that I have ever been more productive.  Of course this will only last for the next 4 days and then the wolves will descend on the house and wreck all sorts of havoc on my newly cleaned rooms.  We even cleaned the garage today (only 2 dead mice).

It may resemble this mess…

 

Do you think they will notice the toys and clothes that are now missing?  I seriously doubt it.

OK, maybe they will notice a little bit.

In separate news, I still haven’t worked out lately and it seems to be a habit for me.  I must make a mental note to get my butt in gear.  Or else that big juicy hamburger I had for lunch is going to come haunt me in my dreams.  Do you want to see what happens when you let a small child get a hold of your phone?

And that’s just a sampling of what I found.

Date Night

 

In the absence of children this week, the hubs and I decided to go on a bonafide date last night.   And by date I mean dinner and a movie because we can’t be any more inventive than that.  But we didn’t have to worry about a babysitter or getting home at curfew a decent hour ever!!!

So Chili’s it was where I had a delicious Santa Fe Chicken Salad and he had the half rack of rib (Mississippi Dry Rub).  Excellent choice.  The salad was super spicy but in a good, “my tongue is not quite on fire but tingly in a good way spicy.”  After Chili’s I realized my poor time planning skills and had to figure out how to kill an hour and a half before the movie started.  So we did what we used to do in college we headed to the bookstore and wandered around and laughed at book covers.  Yes we choose to judge the book by the cover completely.  I did find a Brain Quest workbook for Little Girl #1 so that I can completely ruin summer for her and make home just like school for the next 3 months.  Go MOM!!!!

I would like to take a moment and personally thank Chris Hemsworth for topping off my night.

Something about a dirty man…

Snow White & the Huntsman was pretty good.  Kristin Stewart still needs some lessons on showing emotion and other miscellaneous acting skills.

Charlize Theron really makes the movie though.  She’s BA and I want to look like her when I grow up.

I know, and it makes me sad.

We still managed to be home by 11pm.  10 years ago I would have been out until at least 2am.  That’s what happens when you get old and can’t possibly go without sleep. Overall a great night, thanks D.

30 day streak broken

 

Jillian Michaels just kicked my butt.  Her and her yoga DVD just had me sweating balls on my living room floor.  I haven't done a lick of exercise in 30 days so it baffles me that I picked today to just back into it. But that balls a rolling and I can’t stop now.

 

 

I’m going to be slightly bored this week.  My children ran off with Grandma and will spend the week in fun and frivolity while I spend the week doing a deep clean purge of my house.  I know you feel very sorry for me…

It’s time for me to spend the day waist deep in the front hall closet.  Adieu.

23 days and counting

 

I have just now crawled out of my cave of depression for a brief glimpse of sunlight before slipping back under cover of darkness.  My feet hurt… I can’t say any more than that.  And this whole mess just makes me more depressed the more I think about it.  It has been 23 days since I have run, and a whole lot more days since running felt good or wasn’t followed by extreme pain. 

In my depression I have spent a lot of time with good ole Dr. Google where I came across a website called athletes treating athletes.  It is basically a site where athletes can converge and share their different experiences and what has and hasn’t worked for them.  It also contains some very excellent information from athletic trainers that show you how to stretch, roll, and tape various body parts.  This part has been the great and wonderful bit.  I have always read that I should be icing and rolling my feet as well as using tennis balls for massage but what they never pin point is how you do it.  I’m a very visual person and this website has videos and diagrams of how to actually do this mysterious rolling and massage.  Hall-a-freaking-luja!!! 

I have done a few nights of said rolling with a can of frozen cranberries and some tennis ball massage.  Now I am by no means cured but I can tell a difference even if it is a small one.  So I plan on continuing to roll and ice and massage until I can walk without pain.  It is better than my other idea of just cutting my feet off.

Maybe one of these days I will be able to actually run again.  Never though I would say this, but I really miss it.

I’ll just run on my hands

 

Despite a week off from running and any other physical activity my feet still hurt like a mother.  And I go to bed every night thinking about all the things that I would like to do the next day but don’t because “the feet must rest”.  Well this is crap!!!

 

I’m dying to get some exercise, really to run, and feel like I’m at a dead end.  Now I know that 7 days off was not going to miraculously heal my feet and I could then run a sub 4 mile, but I was hoping for an ever so slight improvement.  I guess I’ll try and do a little research before starting something even though what I would like to do is just ignore my feet and run anyway.  Could I use this injury as an excuse for an in ground pool in the backyard?

 

 

My “vacation” is winding down and I an looking for an excuse to not go back at all.  In fact I am contemplating ways to earn a living from home: collecting cans on the highway, selling candy bars door to door, or finding a relative who just won the power ball.  I don’t know, just some ideas I’m kicking around.

 

 

I spent this past weekend at my Mom’s house visiting the fam.  It was a lot of fun.  I wish there were more pictures seeing as some pretty stupid antics happened involving a few bicycles, brown paper bags, and a make shift dance floor in the kitchen.  I hate to leave them (mainly because they feed me well), but they just won't pay you if you don’t go to your job.  So back in the Haute I am.

 

Two more days and it’s back to the grind.

Phyllis is in a better place now.

 

The other evening the girls were is bed, the dishes were done and the house was in a relative state of clean (I can’t enjoy down time unless the house is clean), so I decided to sit down with “Phyllis” and enjoy a good book.  Who is Phyllis you might ask?  Well, Phyllis is my Kindle and she is the best Christmas present that a husband could have even given.  I settled in with Phyllis and a nice hot cup of coffee (Yes coffee in the evening) and much to my horror, she would not turn on.

Panic set in!!!  I started goggling all the troubleshooting that would fix my frozen Phyllis.  Nothing worked so I put her on the charger overnight and started over in the morning with Dr. Goggle trying to revive her poor spirit.  After many failed attempts at resuscitation I went to plan B.  I called Kindle support (Bum bum bum, insert dramatic music).  Of course they spent an hour having me do many of the same things that I had already done, and then “Ali” my Kindle specialist, had me put Phyllis on to charge on the computer instead of the wall. (Side bar: it was funny to hear the tech refer to her as Phyllis as they could see that was her registered name)  She said she would call me back in an hour an a half and we would try one last ditch effort. 

Well after 3 hours (Rude) of waiting on a call (I felt like I was in high school waiting on a boy to call) I decided to call them.  Of course I couldn’t get “Ali” but I did get “Dan”. (They must only hire people with three letter names at Amazon.)  I gave my explanation all over again to Dan and he finished the last ditch effort to try and shock Phyllis to life.  It was at this time that Dan pronounced her dead.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I am now lost and couldn’t possibly pick up an actual book to read.  I have so much to read and it’s all siting there in cyber space taunting me in the form of a frozen Virginia Woolf screensaver.  Amazon was very sorry for my loss and seeing that I have had this Kindle for well over a year it was no longer under warranty.  They could however offer me a REFURBISHED(read=someone else's broke down junk) kindle for $85 in replacement.  Seriously???  Who could replace Phyllis????

 

RIP Phyllis…

I am now going into mourning and a self imposed reading exile until someone can bring Phyllis back to me.