Archive | August, 2011

Time Flies.

24 Aug

I can’t believe that the little girl on the left went to her Junior High School orientation yesterday and the little girl on the right turned 11 today. My babies are growing up so quickly. I am so proud of both of them.


Wordless Wednesday: Running in the Early Morning

24 Aug

It’s not easy getting out of bed at 4:45 am, but some mornings, it’s totally worth it.

Wordless Wednesday: Who Nose?

17 Aug

He Gets That From Me

16 Aug

When I was a little girl, we really didn’t have very much money – so shopping was a huge deal and something we did exactly once a year: before school started. There were no impromptu trips to the mall or anything like that. We shopped once, and usually at Century 21. When I had a baby girl, and then another, I looked forward to being able to provide them with something I never had: clothing that wouldn’t get them made fun of. Someday, when I’m feeling supremely confident, I’ll post some pictures of some of the stellar ensembles (and hairstyles) I sported. My “awkward phase” lasted from when I was 7 until…last week sometime.


Imagine my dismay when I discovered that my daughters have virtually no interest in shopping and really couldn’t care less about how they look. Yes, I know – confidence, good for them – but I HAD A DREAM, people!

But then I had my son. The Dude. Even as a toddler he would immediately notice a new purse or bracelet you might be sporting. At 3, he loved to help coordinate looks at the mall, gleefully carrying handbags over to tops, shoes over to dresses – whatever caught his eye. Once, in Macy’s, he literally launched himself out of his stroller, kicked off his sneakers and tried on candy apple red patent leather platform heels. And then walked around in them for about 10 minutes.

He’s always had a soft spot for shoes. To this day, I can bribe him with a trip to the shoe department.

Last Friday, we had a special moment – one that can only be shared between a mother and her son. I introduced him to Two hours later, after narrowing it down from about a dozen to 4, he finally settled on 2 pairs of sneakers for school. Because a guy has got to look good for second grade. I explained that the magical Zappos would deliver the shoes on Monday.

The first words out of his mouth today were: “My shoes are coming today!”

He then proceeded to stalk the UPS man. He would have stayed on the driveway all day if I didn’t force him inside when it started to rain. I had to tear him away from the window where he had positioned himself with legos to pass the time to eat lunch – because I’m mean like that.

Lunch went like this: chew, chew, “Is he here yet?” Bite, chew, “Is he here yet?”

Suddenly, the herald angels sang and lo – The Shoe Fairy arrived in his big brown truck (and little brown shorts, but that’s another story)!

What can I tell you? The Dude loves his shoes. I’m pretty sure he gets that from me.

Do your kids obsess over a particular type of clothing? Or are they in the “Don’t Really Care” camp, too?

I Was a Camping Warrior

15 Aug

In case you were wondering: I did not get eaten by a bear, which I am totally happy about.

Image via Warrior Dash

This weekend a few friends, The Husband and I participated in the Warrior Dash. Notice how I didn’t say “ran” The Warrior Dash? That’s because I don’t want to give you the impression that there was too much actual ‘running’ involved. In fact, “dash” is also a load of crap.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with it: the Warrior Dash is road race that generally takes place on some kind of ski slope or equally brutal terrain. To make it more formidable than simply running up a steep hill for a couple of miles, they throw in some challenging obstacles every so often. Of course I was in. And then I suckered convinced my bestest pals to join me. In turn, they persuaded me to go camping for the first time ever in my life. I don’t really remember actually consenting to camping, I just know that someone (ahem, Husband) suggested that I wouldn’t. So of course, that meant I had to.

When Is Camping Not Really Camping?

All 13 of us left bright and shiny Saturday morning. We were to head for our campsite first, set up, and the head over to Windham Ski Resort for the race.

As I said, I don’t know too much about camping. But, I’ve seen pictures. In my head, I pictured a nice little stream and trees and logs and stuff. Not this:

Please note the building in the background.

Dude. We were camping on a big football field, next to a bathroom. And a restaurant and bar. A tent was involved.

I think that’s called “sleeping in your yard”, not camping.

The Warrior Dash

We headed out Windham Mountain Ski Resort to pick up our race packets and our fuzzy Viking helmets. We got our numbers on, put the rest of our things – including a change of clothes  – in the cars and we were off.

My Warrior Sistahs

I wish I could say I had pictures from during the race, but it was impossible to bring a camera along – or even my trusty iPhone, which has been in every race and even with me.

Let me try to give you a written description of my personal highlight of the race. I am not kidding when I tell you that the first mile is straight uphill. (Another important factoid: The Husband, who freely admits that he does not run unless someone is chasing him, chose this as his first race ever. He has been following the Couch to 5K program, but that would have had him racing sometime in September. Obviously, he has completely lost his mind.) I stuck with my husband through the first two obstacles, and was feeling pretty smug – jump over walls, crawl under barbed wire? Sure. Run over tires and climb over junked cars? Okay. Balance on planks 5 feet off the ground? Yupper.

Until the fourth obstacle.

A pit filled with chest high water to wade thru. With logs to climb over. The logs were secured on either end to the banks of the pit by ropes that allowed them to roll as you tried to climb over them. At first, the logs are only about waist-high but they get progressively higher so that by the final giant log, 5′ 6″ me could just about reach my arms over.

Now would be a good time to tell you that I don’t like cold water. I don’t like murky water. And I kind of suck at swimming.

I tried to throw my leg over that log. No joy. I tried to hoist myself over that log. Nope. My husband dove over it, face-first into the water.

No. Frigging. Way.

I moved slightly to the left and ducked under the rope.

And then the Universe got me back: I tripped over what was either a submerged rock or less-fortunate competitor. I went flailing forward, grasping at anything within reach that would keep my face from slamming into the wooden ‘ladder’ we were to use to climb out of the pit. That ‘anything’ turned out to be the midsection of a kindly gentleman in front of me. Or it might have been his ass. I really didn’t care. He was nice enough to grab me by the arm and yank me out of my personal hell. Thank you, sir, wherever you are.

(There was someone on the course with a camera – you can check out his blog post here.)

The remaining obstacles culminated in a leap over fire and crawling – Marine style – under barbed wire.

I was so proud of my husband for finishing, and frankly, of myself as well. We made it through relatively unscathed while our friends suffered bruises, scrapes and a sprained ankle. I heard that another friend of ours actually fractured her ankle at some point during the race – finished – and then required surgery, two screws and a metal plate to put her back together. That, my friends, is a Warrior.

I only required a bottle of water and a really delicious pulled pork sandwich.

If you want, you can donate your sneakers after the race for charity.

I Slept in a Tent. Does That Count?

We all headed back to our campsite a.k.a. large open field to clean up and enjoy the rest of the night. I want to tell you that I stayed up all night, partying with my friends but that would be lying. I took the time to confirm that I do, in fact, still suck at Quarters and then I went to sleep. In a tent. Outside. Next to my car, adjacent to restrooms and a laundromat, but still. That counts.


Sunday Sweetness: Desserts from the Blog-o-sphere!

14 Aug

Image via

I hope you’re reading this while still in your comfy pajamas, maybe sipping your morning cup of coffee or tea.

Because I’m not.

I’m currently on my way home from a weekend running the Warrior Dash and camping. Haven’t I told you about all the times I’ve gone camping? That’s probably because I’ve never camped before. If I’ve gotten eaten by a bear, this is my last post. I hope you’ll miss me. At least a little.

I thought I’d try something a little different this week because a) I didn’t get around to baking anything but cookies from frozen Otis Spunkmeyer dough and b) I spend a lot of time reading other people’s awesome blogs and I want to share them with you.

Here are the yummy things I found, all of which adhere to my philosophy – easy to make but yummy to eat:

Easiest Strawberry Cream Cheese Danish from the fabulous blog Fake Ginger – this super easy recipe uses crescent rolls, my favorite!
Blackberry Vanilla Clafouti from Simple Bites – easy and you get to say “clafouti”. Enough said.
Chocolate Pudding Cake from the lovely Jen of The Misadventures of Mrs. B – this looks amazing, and uses boxed cake mix and pudding mix – SCORE!  Make it and then invite me over to eat it – I’ll bring the milk!
and finally,
Peanut Butter Brownie Cups from The Village Cook – again, super easy, but so yummy!

I hope you enjoy these recipes, and I hope you’ll take the time to leave a comment for the awesome ladies who shared them!

And if I haven’t gotten eaten by a bear, I’ll be back tomorrow!

&%#$*!! Puppy

12 Aug

See that little puppy face? It’s really cute, right? Sweet, even.

Don’t be fooled. He is a little furry demon from hell. Gozer the Destructor in a brown fuzzy suit.

In the last 48 hours he has destroyed and/or eaten:

  • The Wii wheel responsible for this.
  • 2 boxes of 24 count Crayola crayons
  • 1 box of colored pencils
  • 2 packages of Big League Chew
  • 1 dozen chocolate chip cookies – still warm from the oven.
  • A copy of Freak The Mighty that Kitty is supposed to be reading.
  • A copy of The Wall Street Journal.
  • 2 Lego men – who can now be reunited in Lego heaven with their kinsfolk, slaughtered in previous skirmishes.
  • 1 sock
  • 1 plum
  • 2 granola bars

We won’t even get into the things he has had in his mouth that I’ve had to retrieve. The good news is that the kids are taking care of him. Just like they promised.


He hasn’t eaten any shoes recently, though. That’s something.

What’s the most ridiculous thing your dog has eaten? How did you react?