Not really, but I love the Boss and this really is a post about running :)
I have never been a fan of running. Ever. I am pretty sure that running is something people do when being chased. And only then! So then how did I get sucked into participating in an annual run???
In May 2010, some of the girls from the Lab were all "blah, blah, blah, we're doing the Heart Run." Then one of them said "hey, I'm just back from maternity leave & need to get back into shape. why don't you torture yourself with me & we can run really slow together. it's only 3.1 miles" or something to the effect anyway. I said "what the hey; I'll give it a shot. if nothing else, I can just walk it." So I did and I ended up running the whole thing. OK, well "running" might be a slight exaggeration of what I did, maybe it was more like jogging. Anyhoo, it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be, so when the girls said "join us for the Run for Women & support breast cancer research!" I did. Holy crap, did I ever. This 5 mile run was more of a solo effort - I completely surprised myself by finishing in one hour. Even more surprising was the feeling when I was done; it was rather empowering (at least it was after my legs stopped feeling like Jello).
Last year, I birthed the Moose on March 31, and ran the Run for Women in June. Not only did I run the whole thing, I beat my previous time by 5 minutes! Also, in February of last year, I found out that one of my aunts actually had breast cancer AND kicked it's ugly butt! So when I ran last year, even more empowering than the run itself, was running in her honor. Talk about some amazing feelings, man.
I just got the Save the Date email for the 2012 run, it'll be June 9th this year. I didn't do the Heart Run last year (that would have been a bit excessive). So I think I'm going to shoot for walking with the kid at the Heart Run and maybe attempting the Run for Women again. Now accepting donations of resolve ;-)
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Crampin' my style
Ug. Ever since I got my lovely monthly reminder that I'm an ovulating female back (post pregnancy), it's been rather hurtful and unkind in an excessively hemmorhagic fashion. Maybe my body's upset at getting such a long vacation from it; even though my mind was on Cloud 9 with the stay of execution. Today's gonna be a loooooooong day.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Are You Ready Fur Rondy???
I was! But then we didn't go downtown until yesterday :( And, being that it was the last day and all, it was a bit lacking. Luckily, the Moose doesn't know any better LOL she was wide-eyed and taking it all in. We watched some kids go down the super slide, I won her a stuffed duck at the fishing game, and we saw some kids on the elephant ride. Unfortunately, we got there just as they were finishing the blanket toss! I had really hoped she'd see that, but there's always next year :D We didn't get to watch either of the Iditarod starts since I was in class. Next year we'll really be ready. Hopefully I won't have any Saturday classes. Actually, I may just take a day off work or something. By then, the Moose will be walking around and can actually go on some rides, maybe even the blanket toss.
After the slight disappointment of events, we drove around the Port & Ship Creek as me ma has somehow lived here for... lots of years and never been down there. Then I drove her by the Lab so she could see where I work, the outside anyway. We went over to Pho King (BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA) for lunch and I had some pho-king excellent pho! I actually remembered to bring food for the Moose, so she had a cup of peas & red beans. Me ma was astonished at how voraciously the Moose ate them - she couldn't believe a kid would love beans so much LOL Yobo & I often joke that we have a beanie baby :)
The Moose did so well on our outing - I hope she stays this way. If she's cranky and/or can't sleep, the best thing to do is take her out. This really works best if I hold her though, that way she feels secure to explore with her eyes, taking in the whole world around her. She rarely makes a peep, some giggles, but no babbling. And when we get home, she is wore out! When we got home yesterday, she breastfed really well and went down for a nap without fuss and slept for 2 hours. LOVE.
After the slight disappointment of events, we drove around the Port & Ship Creek as me ma has somehow lived here for... lots of years and never been down there. Then I drove her by the Lab so she could see where I work, the outside anyway. We went over to Pho King (BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA) for lunch and I had some pho-king excellent pho! I actually remembered to bring food for the Moose, so she had a cup of peas & red beans. Me ma was astonished at how voraciously the Moose ate them - she couldn't believe a kid would love beans so much LOL Yobo & I often joke that we have a beanie baby :)
The Moose did so well on our outing - I hope she stays this way. If she's cranky and/or can't sleep, the best thing to do is take her out. This really works best if I hold her though, that way she feels secure to explore with her eyes, taking in the whole world around her. She rarely makes a peep, some giggles, but no babbling. And when we get home, she is wore out! When we got home yesterday, she breastfed really well and went down for a nap without fuss and slept for 2 hours. LOVE.
Block #3 is coming along
OK, with the passing weirdness of my sewing machine (this has been resolved & it is now working just fine; what the problem was, I may never know), sewing has slowly been resumed. The Moose was all but down & out last week - this latest tooth was just horrible! She barely got any sleep - she even had those little baby bags under her little eyes :( Thankfully that tooth finally erupted and she's back to napping & sleeping the night through - which means I, once again, have sewing time! Yay!
So I got back into it last night. This block has been a bit of a bear. I've already redone it twice, this is the 3rd time around, so hopefully it actually works out. Stupid points. The triangles were cut & made into squares, then the squares were connected into 4 rows. I got about 3/4 of the way through sewing two of the rows together when my bobbin ran out. Since it was already 10pm and Mondays are early days for me at work, I decided to take that as a sign to stop for the night & not let frustration ruin my evening :) This turned out well as I got to finish a show I'd been trying to watch over the past few days, I changed the sheets & made the bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, picked out clothes for work, pumped, and was in bed by 11!!!
Without further ado, progress thus far (only the bottom 3/4 of the strips on the left have actually been sewn together):
So I got back into it last night. This block has been a bit of a bear. I've already redone it twice, this is the 3rd time around, so hopefully it actually works out. Stupid points. The triangles were cut & made into squares, then the squares were connected into 4 rows. I got about 3/4 of the way through sewing two of the rows together when my bobbin ran out. Since it was already 10pm and Mondays are early days for me at work, I decided to take that as a sign to stop for the night & not let frustration ruin my evening :) This turned out well as I got to finish a show I'd been trying to watch over the past few days, I changed the sheets & made the bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, picked out clothes for work, pumped, and was in bed by 11!!!
Without further ado, progress thus far (only the bottom 3/4 of the strips on the left have actually been sewn together):
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Mood Music
I have a really annoying (to other people anyway) habit of sometimes listening to the same music for days or weeks or months on end. Sometimes a good album just needs to become a part of your soul. Well, that's my defense anyway :) I have been dancing along in my chair at work and in the car to Jimmy Cliff's Black Magic for almost a month straight now! OK, maybe not solely listening to it, but it's certainly the majority music stakeholder in my daily commutes and work day. I love this album because, while there are some sad songs on it, it just makes your body move! LOL And I am not a dancer. People BEG me not to dance (or sing along), but it just can't be helped when Jimmy belts out "Mama always told me there'd be days like this, so my advice is don't think twice, live your life, and everything will be all right." It's just fan-freaking-tastic. If you need a lift in your day, song #s 2, 12, 13, and 14 will sure get you out of your rut and lighten your step & shoulders :D
Friday, March 2, 2012
Book Club!
I'm part of a book club at work - a fellow bibliophile suggested it and we have now been doing this for almost a year. I have read some books I'd never otherwise have thought to pick up & am having a wonderful time so far :) We've had some real stinkers (gag me with a spoon Eat, Pray, Love), but this latest one certainly makes up for it!
I just got done reading the Complete Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. It was fantastic - comic book style, easy to read, heavy on the snark. LOVE. I have to say, and am slightly embarrassed by this, I never realized that Iranian is interchangeable with Persian. A lovely thing about having read this is that I now know more about Iran than I'd ever previously known. If you don't want to read it, but happen to see a copy in a library or bookstore, PLEASE READ PAGE 150. It is the most sweet and romantic and inspiring page! It made me wish I'd had better memories of my dad's mom and has inspired me to add jasmine to the list of things to grow when we move.
Grandmas... do you know yours? My mom's mom lives in South Korea, so I've only met her once beyond the time we lived there when I was born (we moved to the States just before I turned 2). Baby sister & I went to visit when I was 12 - that's almost 19 years ago, folks. Luckily, my memory of her is sweet, though financially motivated. Neither baby sister or I could speak any Korean, but mema at least taught us "I love you, Grandma." We would say this to her in the mornings, before our aunt would take us exploring and Grandma, not speaking any English, would reach into her bra and pull out some money for us to enjoy ourselves LOL My dad's mom is another story entirely. She passed away many years ago and suffered from uterine cancer in the end. My memories of her are at her home, which I remember being dark and super smoky. I remember her wearing moo-moos and constantly hacking up a lung (heavy smoker). Unfortunately, I don't remember any specific interactions with her and the "scenes" I recall made me think she was mean. BOTH of my parents, who rarely agree with one another, tell me that she was actually one of the sweetest women ever. How I wish I remembered that :( Because of this, while mema & I don't really get along, we have patched things up enough to allow for weekly visits so the Moose will know her. Luckily, my class is on Saturdays out in Eagle River, which is where Yobo's mom lives, so I can drop the both of them off there for a few hours most weekends :)
I just got done reading the Complete Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. It was fantastic - comic book style, easy to read, heavy on the snark. LOVE. I have to say, and am slightly embarrassed by this, I never realized that Iranian is interchangeable with Persian. A lovely thing about having read this is that I now know more about Iran than I'd ever previously known. If you don't want to read it, but happen to see a copy in a library or bookstore, PLEASE READ PAGE 150. It is the most sweet and romantic and inspiring page! It made me wish I'd had better memories of my dad's mom and has inspired me to add jasmine to the list of things to grow when we move.
Grandmas... do you know yours? My mom's mom lives in South Korea, so I've only met her once beyond the time we lived there when I was born (we moved to the States just before I turned 2). Baby sister & I went to visit when I was 12 - that's almost 19 years ago, folks. Luckily, my memory of her is sweet, though financially motivated. Neither baby sister or I could speak any Korean, but mema at least taught us "I love you, Grandma." We would say this to her in the mornings, before our aunt would take us exploring and Grandma, not speaking any English, would reach into her bra and pull out some money for us to enjoy ourselves LOL My dad's mom is another story entirely. She passed away many years ago and suffered from uterine cancer in the end. My memories of her are at her home, which I remember being dark and super smoky. I remember her wearing moo-moos and constantly hacking up a lung (heavy smoker). Unfortunately, I don't remember any specific interactions with her and the "scenes" I recall made me think she was mean. BOTH of my parents, who rarely agree with one another, tell me that she was actually one of the sweetest women ever. How I wish I remembered that :( Because of this, while mema & I don't really get along, we have patched things up enough to allow for weekly visits so the Moose will know her. Luckily, my class is on Saturdays out in Eagle River, which is where Yobo's mom lives, so I can drop the both of them off there for a few hours most weekends :)
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