Running Mild on an equally gorgeous day in Illinois

May 8, 2009 at 4:54 pm (Day to Day) (, , , , , , , , )

It’s Friday. If you read my post from Thursday, you’ll remember that I was running wild yesterday. Today, not so much. My playlist:

(Rock & Roll RockStar)

is awesome. But not enough. The forces of feminine nature are working against me today, and there is no remedy beyond time.

I was stiff and tired and felt heavy and broke down. I trudged along though because of the shining beacon of  waxy hope I set up for myself and you, faithful readers:  the quest for the crayons!

I started to lose faith somewhere between  the 1¾ and 2 mile mark, when suddenly…there it was! The first crayon. A Red one! Non-crayola.

Was I crazy? Was I delusional in the heat yesterday? One stinking red crayon?!? I swear there were 8 or 10 or 12!!

Two miles in, I rationalized that the storm had driven them off the trail and into the side grass and weeds and that was it. Gone forever.

And then, looking like a sign from a bright sun god: Orange and Yellow!

A little further: Blue and Blue and Green. Then Brown all alone. Right in the middle of the path.

Then nothing for a little while. I figured that was it because I couldn’t remember how far along I had seen these crayons.

Just before 2½ miles, I saw one come into my vision. White! (Can’t see the word in the actual color–sorry!) I don’t even remember seeing that one at all.

But, no black. I know I saw it. because I was thinking of the 8-box of Crayola’s and it was the only one missing. (Purple too, but that was obliterated; crushed to waxy shards on the cement, so, sadly, I left it there to die in the sun.)

Oh well. Let’s just finish this damn run so I can go home. I feel like a thousand pounds running in a tornado uphill carrying a backpack full of lead…you know, amusing myself with descriptions of my struggle to survive the wilderness and all that…

I can see the 3½ mark just up ahead. Get ready to kick it up and sprint that last tenth of a mile…here I go…STOP!

There it is!! The Black crayon! It’s only half but who cares?? I was so happy I stopped and picked it up and looked around and probably looked crazy. Crazy girl carrying a plastic sandwich bag filled with broken crayon pieces. I guess I need a hobby, but I’m telling you I felt good and happy, and I got out and exercised so it wasn’t all bad.

Thus concludes my colorful story. You never read such a gripping tale of lost dreams, vanquished hopes, joyful discoveries and ultimate gratification, in life and love and all its mysteries. Inspirational AND inspiring; via the humblest of all school supplies.

And you thought your kids crayons were just for coloring. Picture is below.

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May 8, 2009 at 4:49 pm (Pictures, Random Images) (, , )

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Good Morning, Sunshine!

May 8, 2009 at 3:41 pm (Pictures) (, , )

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9 Reasons to Drink More Coffee! Best Internet Tag For The Weekend KickOff!

May 8, 2009 at 3:40 pm (Day to Day) (, , , , , , , )

This is a Yahoo Post, by Lucy Danzinger of Self magazine. It has lots of words and extra links, so instead of trying to summarize, I thought I’d just steer you to it and you can judge for yourself.

I’m a big coffee drinker too. I drink it first thing in the morning and sometimes the last thing at night. I bring it to the gym with me. It may be sick, but I’m not alone.

Before any of the races I run I only drink coffee, no food. I figure it works for me every other day I’m not about to change right before I have to run for the public. I don’t want to be the barfer or the medically-treated.

This article will help defend you against the non-coffers, offering many good points to make when they are trying to get you to drink some vitamin water and wheat germ.

Anyway, grab a cup and click this:   9 Reasons To Drink More Coffee!

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Underdemeciated…

May 8, 2009 at 11:03 am (Day to Day, Movies, Pictures) (, , , , , , , )

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That’s what the movie Bedtime Stories is.

We just watched it the other night after it sat on our shelf  for a week slowing my Netflix process down. The kids have seen it already. So we get the heads up on all the really funny parts. And it was funny. It’s a buyer…

Adam Sandler–if you like him–never lets you down. Even when the premise seems like it just won’t work, somehow it does. His last few movies have been really good. Funny, charming, a drama part, a sad part, and a big happy ending. My favorite. I’m all about the fantasy-reality-comedy-with children movies. He does it the best. See:

Big Daddy

50 First Dates

Click

PLUS, my new fav crush for the moment, besides the others I have mentioned (Charlie, Denis, Leo…) is in the movie too. Russell Brand! Hopefully this will get him in all the rest of the Adam Sandler movies—another cool thing–aka, Rob Schneider….

Anyway, I read Russell’s book. Also good. Nice finish. He actually talked about the movie, but it was untitled yet and uncertain if it was going to be a hit or not.  So I put the picture of the side of the book–above, and I’m going to copy a pic off the internet of the front. So you can see him and get a glimpse of some sexy this morning.

I can’t remember what’s coming next on Netflix and I’m trying not to look. We still have Before The Devil Knows Your Dead…a lighthearted, romantic, comedy I heard…just kidding.

Read the book. (My Booky Wook) Check out the link…

See the movie. (Bedtime Stories)

My Booky Wook - A memoir of sex, drugs and stand-up

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Day Quote

May 8, 2009 at 10:24 am (Day Quote) (, , , )

Only the insane take themselves quite seriously.

—Max Beerbohm

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Cool Word of the Day!

May 8, 2009 at 10:00 am (Cool Words) (, , , , )

Comprehensive (adjective)

Definition:  Broad in scope or content

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May 8, 2009 at 2:33 am (Pictures) (, , , )

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Running Wild in Illinois on the Best Day of the Year so Far

May 8, 2009 at 2:03 am (Day to Day) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

I love days like today. They have everything in them.

Sunshine. Blue skies. Cloud scatter. Tight breeze. Ever-so-subtle, atmospheric-scent in the air; And finally, the storm itself.

Moving in fast from the South and darkening and covering the blue with ominous grey and green. We didn’t care because we were already in and done with our day.

I mostly sat around all morning, and after Regis and Kelly (still hooked I’m afraid) I flipped channels and Sweet Home Alabama was on. I don’t care what you say. I’ve seen it 20 times and I’ll see it 20 more. If they show it, I’ll watch it. Cut-up to hell, but I don’t care. It’s too romantic and it spoils real life and love for the rest of us, but we all like to dream.

“Aw hell, nobody finds their true love when they’re 10 anyway”

So then my neighbor came over and asked me to help her move some plant potters and once I got a whiff of that outside I figured I’d better get out and enjoy it before it feels like a wasted day. So I did.

But first, I took a few pictures of her Frankendog. The dog had some surgery (she’s fine–just surface removal) and she looked so funny I thought I’d capture it forever. And of course share with you. Pictures below.

Then I hit the trail. Kind of slow, but at least moving. Listening to The Warrior playlist.

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

Check it out if you dare. Have to keep motivated. Have to go out and shake it tomorrow too. I am about to do some major damage to my gut this weekend and I need to be pre-prepared.

Friday night’s a free-for-all. Undetermined.

Saturday A.M. The BF’s Mom for breakfast. Saturday P.M. My Mom for Dinner. I’m sure there will be drinking. That’s what gets you is those alcohol calories. To the brain AND the bum.

Sunday A.M. Kids are home and we are going to need lunch. Possibly breakfast. And definitely dinner.

I guess I could show some restraint and just suck it up and eat healthy, but you know, I’m actually drinking right now typing this post and I’d rather just work out extra hard after, than miss something good right now.

Mother’s Day starts tonight for me! Hold up, I have to go fix another drink. brb (ha! NOW I know what that means–only took 6 months to figure that one out)

Ok crisis diverted. Back to the plot. While running I came up with a few ideas. First off, this post. I do my best thinking and pre-writing while I’m running. You might disagree…sister?? Best is questionable if this is the result, but I find it amusing and I’m only slightly buzzed.

Then for a playlist. “Running Wild and Crazy, possibly in the Jungle”  I haven’t worked the details out on that yet, but it’s next. Depends on how many “wild” and “crazy” songs there are. So I thought I could throw in the “jungle” for filler. Got a great opener….

This is a funny thing while I was running today. At about the 1 and ¾ mile mark, I started seeing crayons on the ground. You know, Crayola crayons. Just laying there. First a yellow, and orange…a few moments later red and broken blue  showed up, then a quarter mile on, here’s purple, brown, green….who’s missing? Oh yeah…black. Nope. Here he is.  Made it just under 2 and ¼. Last guy to be dropped out of the box I guess by some poor kid walking around with his parents. I wonder what the thought behind bringing crayons to the Forest Preserve trail was anyhow?

When I go tomorrow, I’m going to pick them up when I see them. Usually stuff is still there after only one day. It did rain, but it was pretty hot during the day and some of them looked like they were melting to the ground when I saw them. Hopefully they won’t un-stick in the night and roll off the path in the morning. If I get them, I’ll post them! Something to look forward too! Hang on for one more day!

And I thought of another playlist–crayons, naturally. Like the colors–red, yellow, orange…etc. I’m working on that too.

After the trail I took the kids to the store. I really DID have a grocery list, although I’m not going to write down what it was.

Ok, ok,  just real quick (for Amanda): Card for mom, yogurt, granola, Tums, brussel sprouts, cauliflower, cheese sauce for Stevie’s school movie night, ketchup, Mountain Dew (also for Stevie), hot dogs, hot dog buns, baked beans, a little gifty for my sissy, and four, half-pound each, fat-ass burgers.

Like I said, Mom’s Day is early here.

When we got home, I put the stuff away, packed up Stevie’s stuff for school, and the kids went and played outside for a few.

Mason had bought flower seeds at the store, some Chinese Lanterns, that he thought looked cool, so he and Stevie went and found four different potters to put them in.

Then it conveniently rained, and they came in and watched Family Guy. I know it’s bad and not for kids, but it’s just SO funny. Besides, they learn new stuff.  I can’t teach them everything.

With dinner over, my kids got transported to another store by the BF  to purchase gifts for myself and the step-mom. After hiding the gifts in a location I must know, so that I don’t go looking there for 3 days, they are sleeping.

I am drinking.

The boyfriend is playing Mafia Wars.

Last game of the night: Lights off and laying down.

I am about to wrap this up with no words of wisdom, no extra pictures and no playlist.

Oh you. You know me too well. Here’s a blue sky–above;  a tip–right here: Don’t stand up in a canoe. Don’t do it;   And a killer playlist–below:

(It’s “comprehensive”—but please, let me know what possible song did I leave out??)

“Rock & Roll RockStar”

Give me a devil-horn-hand-gesture and let me pass out. Vodka Rocks! Woo-hoo!

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