Xanadu and creating some new material …

This morning my headband started to slip off of my head onto my forehead. Being who I am, I adjusted it so it sat going across my whole forehead. I looked at Libs and said, “I’m a Ninja Mom. A MOM-JA!” She was not impressed. Not. At. All. So I decided to age-it-up a little and said, “Fine, then I look like Olivia Newton John in Xanadu.” That completely backfired on me because Libs had absolutely no clue who I was talking about. OUCH. Then I just felt old and gave up. BIG SIGH. Libs is my third child and has heard all of my goofy jokes before. She’s also incredibly bright and she’s a comedian in her own right. I think this all leaves me with only one option. I need to “up my game” in humor department. God knows where this will take us. But I bet it’s going to be fun.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you come up with some new material!!!

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The ones who keep me laughing …

I am blessed to be surrounded by funny people. People who see the humor in life right along with me. Oh goodness, I appreciate these KOOKY souls!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are thankful for the people who keep you laughing!!!

Over the top and annoying …

People who exaggerate. Let’s discuss. This topic can go in a lot of different directions. But I’ll just mention a few that I have first hand experience with. 

Exaggerating can be done “naturally” without a person really knowing what they are doing. Like they got caught up in the moment and it just happened. I get that. Emotions happen. No harm, no fowl. I think it’s rather endearing to see someone so excited about something that they exaggerate. And I understand that when someone is hurting (physically or emotionally) perceptions are altered. We all get there. 

Exaggerating can be done on purpose to be funny. I TOTALLY get that. And I think these people may be some of my soulmates. HA! These people crack me the heck up. And as long as everyone they are exposing to this type of exaggeration is “on-board” with this level of humor, I’m all for it. 

Now let’s look at the exaggerating that is done on purpose to gain some sort of sympathy or attention. Ew. I don’t get this. I don’t even want to understand this. I have found that these people will act one way in front of me or others that they are “comfortable” with and in a completely different way in front of other people. Like they realize that under “normal” social conditions that their behavior would be considered unacceptable or would appear odd. Just yesterday I mentioned to someone that perhaps they should not engage in a particular behavior at work that they do in front of me. Their response? “I know.”

Whoa.

If that’s not admitting that they are purposely exaggerating a negative behavior in one setting and not another I don’t know what is. It all just leaves me asking, “WHY?”. I just don’t get it. You can argue that a certain level of “comfort” or “intimacy” must have been reached to allow this level of exaggeration. And that’s a good thing, yes? No. Not. At. All. I look at it as more of entitlement. Like they feel that they can do whatever they want despite how it appears or makes anyone feel. And well … that is just GROSS. REALLY REALLY GROSS. WRONG. TERRIBLE. HORRIBLE. YUCK. NASTY. See what I did there?

Well, I hope you all have a day where you aren’t OVER THE TOP and ANNOYING!!!

That hot, hilly, and windy 20-miler was so much fun (said no runner ever) …

Today I ran my 20-miler. I have been physically and mentally preparing for it all week. This is a big one. Huge. I couldn’t wait to get it under my (fuel) belt. And then I woke up.

I woke up to the sound of wind. As I started to get ready I realized the wind wasn’t letting up, so I checked the weather report. High wind advisory. SWELL. I already knew I would be racing against time to avoid the heat, which wouldn’t be an easy battle because I mapped out 10 miles of hills for myself. Wind was not going to make anything easier. Not. At. All. But I laced up and got out there anyway. Somehow I survived and lived to write about it. Here’s how it all went down:

Mile 1: The wind appears to have died down. Run woman run!

Miles 2: I was wrong … the wind did not die down.

Mile 3: Suspicious stranger sighting. I’m glad I have my pepper spray but with all the wind I figure using it could backfire. I determine I can out run him. My paranoia subsides.

Mile 4: My left hamstring woke up and is pissed we aren’t still in bed. I also come to the realization that everyone in my neighborhood is still asleep. I am overwhelmed with jealousy.

Mile 5: 10,000 steps. Whatever Fitbit, whatever.

Mile 6: Gusts. I hate them and all the debris that comes with them. Ouch.

Mile 7: I wonder why I didn’t register for the Donate Life 5k that is this weekend. It’s practically in my backyard. Then I realize I would have had to run it over 6 times to get all my miles in. I calculate 6 race entry fees. I am happy I can still do simple math. This skill will be dead to me soon.

Mile 8: Cyclists pass me. I notice all their butts. I conclude that my butt is too big to fit on a bike seat.

Mile 9: The downhill. This is just mind trickery to build my confidence … the REAL hills are coming.

Mile 10: I’m at the gates of Hell. Let the hill repeats begin.

Mile 11: Branches are falling from the trees. Sure let’s make this a terrifying obstacle course too. Because I obviously need THAT in my life.

Mile 12: Blood, sweat and gagging. I REALLY hate hills. Oh and MORE WIND.

Mile 13: If wind was a person I would call it a bad name … and punch it in the throat.

Mile 14: I’m pretty sure everything is chapped.

Mile 15: What fresh hell is this?

Mile 16: Pulling out the big guns. Electrolytes with extra caffeine. This will either get me to the end of this run or give me a heart attack. At this point I see it going either way. 

Mile 17: A brief encounter with feeling TOTALLY BITCHEN. In your face haters. I GOT THIS.

Mile 18: BITCHEN feeling gone. I start my run home. I remember that it’s uphill. I am running into the sun and have a constant headwind. I cry a little and question my sanity.

Mile 19: My ability to do simple math is gone. Everything hurts. I am pretty sure running is very bad for you.

Mile 20: DONE. Elated and thankful. It is over. I did it. And I am pretty sure that once the feeling of wanting to throw-up leaves my body I will want to eat my weight in donuts.

The 20 miler. Even under the best of circumstances I have never found this distance easy. Today was unbelievably hard. It beat my tush. But I have learned over the years that if I try hard enough I can find humor in even the most difficult runs. I gotta say, I like that about myself.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you laugh yourself through some tough times!!!

Broken-hearted … 

Last night my dear friend and sorority sister lost her battle with ovarian cancer. She was so strong and brave. She was a warrior and I couldn’t be more proud to call her my sister and friend. Yesterday I was able to see her. I sat next to her holding her precious hand and rubbing her arm. I couldn’t be more grateful to her husband for giving me that time with her. I will cherish every moment we shared and every memory we made; our college days, our long talks, our texts and our silliness and laughter. She was an incredible woman exemplifying what it means to LIVE with cancer. She enjoyed her days, sharing them with family, friends and coworkers. She faced every step of her battle with humor and grace. I miss her so deeply already and I will love her forever.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you aren’t broken-hearted!!!

Salting your waffles …

It’s been just over three months since I got sick and the peace of mind I have over the whole experience couldn’t be more rooted in hope … and in humor.

We can spend a lot of time trying to figure out all the WHYS to our unpleasant situations. And even longer being resentful of them. I try to learn from every experience I have. Good or bad, I see them all as lessons. But I’ll be honest, sometimes I just don’t get the point in the lesson in the first place. It can be frustrating to say the least. But it’s at that point when I usually tell myself that WHATEVER the lesson was, it all had a part in shaping me into the woman I’m meant to be. Which in the bigger picture, is kinda cool.

Once I get to this point I can begin to truly appreciate the experience. I can even begin to laugh about it. Which is always good. I know that when I can find humor in an otherwise unpleasant memory, I have achieved my ultimate peace in it. I begin to feel like a warrior and survivor … and not an out-of-control victim.

When I first came home from the hospital my family made me breakfast and Libs brought it to me so I could eat in my bed. She sat with me. I remember being surprised by this. She didn’t just bring it to me and leave, she settled herself on my bed and began talking to me. At the time this seemed so benign. But it became one of the happiest and funniest memories that came out of the whole meningitis (Part 2) experience. I really can’t remember anything Libs and I began talking about, I was still pretty out of it. But I do remember Libs calling my name over and over again. She was saying something and I just was too detached to catch the importance of it. I’m not sure what finally kicked my brain back into reality but I finally heard what she was saying. “Mom, you’re salting your waffles!” Well, we got a pretty good chuckle out of that one! And it’s continued to be a staple comment in our family when someone does something loopy.

It’s been a long three months. They have NOT been easy. I am still not myself physically. The fatigue is down right depressing at times. But I know that I am doing everything I can to get stronger. And thankfully, it’s working. Slowly but surely, it IS working. And I couldn’t be more grateful. But I still don’t have an understanding of the WHY I got sick again. I have thought about the day I got sick over and over again. The speed work I did on the treadmill just hours before I couldn’t move without excruciating pain. How strong I felt. Then how weak. I just can’t make any sense of it. But that’s OK. With memories of salty waffles, I’ll just laugh about it until I do.

Well, I hope you all have a day where laughter is the best medicine!!!

A reason to laugh …

Mother’s Day is a difficult day for me no matter how hard I try. It’s been 22 years since my mom passed away and the grief still creeps in. This year with Sidney living in San Francisco I’m really struggling. I’m down right sad. I can’t be with my mom on Mother’s Day and now I can’t be with all my kids either. I do not like this. Not. One. Bit. I thought about all of this as I laid in bed this morning. I wondered what my mom’s advice would be to help me get through this week.

LAUGH.

She would tell me to laugh. That was her answer for everything! It served her well and her laughter remains her legacy. The sound. The ease with which she found humor in EVERY situation she faced. Even the horrible ones. She taught me to try to be happy, no matter what. To find a reason to smile even when I want to cry. She was funny too. She would do what she could to bring silliness into any experience. Seriously, the woman had a gift! And she was wonderful mother. So I’m going to do my best to make her proud … and laugh.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you find a reason to laugh!