Put in my place (HA!) …

This afternoon Reese and I were playing with her stuffed unicorns. I think I’ve written about these little gems before. They are absolutely darling. The purple one is my favorite. After playing with him for a little while, I told Reese AGAIN how much I loved the toy. Reese looked up, looked at the purple unicorn in my hands then looked me right in the eye and said, “It’s mine.” Well … OK then, HA! Oh, this kid cracks me the heck up!

Well, I hope you all have a day where some one puts you in your place!!!


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.”


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!!!

Alike …

This morning as I walked Reese into school she was hopping over all the painted lines on the ground. She was carefully timing her steps and was jumping and having a great time. Boy oh boy, that took me back! I did the same thing when I was a kid. Reese also loves to twirl around. I could do that for hours! She and I are so similar when it comes to childlike play. I didn’t notice this as much with my older kids. They played differently. But Reese and my 7-year old self are like reflections in a mirror. This totally warms my heart. She had me smiling ear-to-ear watching her this morning and I said to her cheerfully, “You’re just like mommy!”

And then it happened.

She said … NO. With the expression of a HECK NO. 

Oh goodness. This child just tells you how she sees it. She’s very matter-of-fact in her delivery and expresses exactly how she feels. I hate to tell her … but that is also just like her mommy. HA!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are ALIKE!!!


Time flies when you are having fun …

Today we are celebrating Libby’s 13th birthday. I know she is my daughter, but seriously, I thoroughly enjoy this child. She is funny and silly and REAL. I can ask where time has gone, but I know. It has passed quickly with days full of laughter and smiles. Libs makes my world a happier and better place. She is truly a joy.

Happy Birthday Libby Lu!!! Mommy loves you!!!

Well, I hope you all have a day where time flies when you are having fun!!!


Living, loving and laughing … 

It never fails. At some point in every day silliness rears its head. It can even be a horrible day, but then there is that moment where one (or all) of us “starts up”. Within seconds the rest of us are sucked into “the silly” and we are laughing hysterically. We literally can’t resist it. I think that we are pretty lucky to have moments like these that come as frequently as we do. It certainly puts life in perspective and keep things real. I love it!

Well, I hope you all had a day where you lived, loved and laughed!!!


SpongeBob …

About 10 years ago my older kids LOVED SpongeBob. I have to admit the little guy grew on me. We lived at the beach at the time so I think I liked him just a little bit extra because of it. Right around that time the first SpongeBob movie came out and I loved the soundtrack. Yes … I just typed that out loud. There was one particular song that would always put me in a great mood when I listened to it. I even had one of the verses put on a license plate frame for my car. That particular verse encompassed how I have tired to live my life. Yes, a song from the SpongeBob movie did that.

I mention all of this because later Libs and I will be going to see the new SpongeBob movie. It’s brought up a lot of good feelings and memories for me. Sometimes it takes a simple thing to put a smile on your face and remind you of the important things in life. Even if that little thing that reminds you is a silly yellow sponge who lives in a pineapple under the sea.

Well, I hope you all had a day where you could sing that it’s “the best day ever”!!!


22 miles full of laughter …

This morning I ran my final long run for my training for the Ventura Marathon. Training doesn’t end, it just tapers over the next three weeks. Miles go down, so your body has time to recover from what you just did to it, HA!

I don’t care who you are, running 22 miles is never easy … not for anyone. That saying, “If it were easy, everyone would do it” is driven home for me on days like this. Distance running is hard … that kind of distance is brutal. Add in the summer heat and it’s hell.

But. I love it. All of it. The good. The bad. And the ugly. And my 22-miler today was ugly … and rather funny.

There is not much more to say about my run this morning than I already did on my personal page on Facebook. So I guess I’ll just share what I posted here too. No candy coating, I promise. Just some raw honesty. Here goes:

22 miles, on weary legs, a questionable foot, in the dead heat of summer. This is how it all went down:

Mile 1: I feel great, nothing hurts! You got this girl!

Mile 2: Nice pace … don’t be stupid.

Mile 5: Left foot says, “Hey lady, remember me?” … SHUT UP FOOT!

Mile 7: Snot drips into my mouth and an RV with a very hot and smelly exhaust passes me … I die … just a little.

Mile 9: weather.com was wrong. Very.

Mile 10: I ate a whole quarter cup
of pumpkin seeds without gagging. Go me.

Mile 11: Side cramp and a little gagging. Damn pumpkin seeds.

Mile 13.1: Half marathoner … again … WOOT! Singing and happy 🙂

Mile 15: The emotional mile. I love my family and my friends. I cry. Good lord woman, hold it together.

Mile 16: In your face haters! I am #bitchen

Mile 17: Blisters and I am going to lose at least two toenails.

Mile 18: Simple math is lost to me. I am pretty sure 18 is close to 22.

Mile 19: I am down to two pieces of clothing. If I remove any more I will go to jail … is jail air conditoned? Doesn’t sound so bad. #ihatesummer

Mile 21: Everything hurts. I am pretty sure I’m bleeding but I can’t figure out where. There is no joy in this mile. None.

Mile 22: Finished. I am thankful for all the loving and supportive people in my life, for the cold wet grass that is my front lawn, for neighbors who have learned not to call 911 and for running. Running: that amazing thing that shreds me physically and emotionally, but always seems to put me back together just a little bit better than I was before.

22 miles … DONE.

Well, there you have it. My 22-miler in a silly nutshell. There were many times I really didn’t think I was going to make it this far into my training. So many people are responsible for helping me get here. It truly humbles me. So so so many lessons I got to experience along these training miles. Again, I am humbled. I am grateful to still be leaning and growing as a runner. But most of all, I’m thankful to see the humor in all the mishaps. Yes, I love running THAT much. Even the awfulness I have come to appreciate. My mom taught me how to do that. She told me that life is not fair or predictable. That I will face some nasty situations (and people) in life. That things will not go my way. But I have a choice. I can quit and become bitter or … I can be happy and move forward. Yep, I blame my mom … and I would have my life no other way. Thanks mom 🙂

Well, I hope you a have a day where you choose keep on laughing!!!