That Funny Boy

I like to make the return to school kind of an exciting time for the kids, so this year, I decided I wanted to get a mani-pedi for Abby as a little fun thing. It's not something that I have ever done with her, and certainly not something that I plan to turn into a regular thing, but it was fun.

I picked out an iridescent green polish for my nails, and Abby picked out an iridescent blue and had a tiny flower done on one finger of each hand. After the manicure was done, I was sitting by Ethan and he said, "Hey, let me see your nails." I obliged, and his comment was, "Greeeeeeen???!!! *giggle giggle* What kind of mom ARE you?!" more giggles....

Who is this?

Little white pony tails stick straight out from her head.
Perennial mischievous glint in her sparkly blue eyes.
Likes to wear her Cowgirl boots.
Walks with decided purposeful bounce.
Not going to let you down easy.
Sticks her tongue out at you when no one's looking.
Will chew as many pieces of bubble gum as she can get in her mouth.
She doesn't have little feet, she has big feet.
She was once the youngest, but is no longer.
She could hang with the biggest and work the longest.
She'll starve out for ice cream and the dogs know to lay by her chair.
If she's on your side, she always will be.
Her loyalty and sense of fairness go before her.

My Review of Hind Pretty Speedy Support Bra (For Women)

Originally submitted at Sierra Trading Post

Closeouts . Hind's Pretty Speedy support bra has a wide comfort band that's smooth in front and on sides to help avoid chafing. Bra has ultra moisture-wicking properties to keep you dry and comfortable while exercising. Mesh fabric for racerback and bra lining Smooth fabric in front UPF 40-50+ Ex...

Hind Pretty Speedy Support Bra (For Women)

Love it

By Stealthy the Runner from Arkansas on 8/12/2008

 

5out of 5

Fit: Feels true to size

Pros: Lightweight, Moisture Wicking, Comfortable, Snug Fit, Modest

Best Uses: Gym, Warm Weather, Competition, Running

Describe Yourself: Competitive Athlete

The qualifications for being my sport bra are: 1. comfortable, 2. Supportive, and 3. Modest and this sport bra fits all 3 requirements. I wish I had about 10 of them.

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A Golden Boy

In February of 1987, my mother was pregnant with (according to her doctor) either "a great big boy or tiny twin girls." The baby/ies was due in the latter part of February. (Forgive me for having forgotten exact dates as I was only 9.5 years old at the time.) Dr. Kerr told Mom not to worry, in either case, she had already given birth to 3 good-sized babies, and he wasn't the least bit worried that she could deliver an even bigger baby or twins.

Mom started going in and out of labor and made a few trips to the hospital only for labour to peter out and quit. She was completely exhausted and ready for the ordeal to be over with when on or around the 4th of March, she finally went into labour for the last time and the doctor decided that she was really not going to get this baby out.

On the 5th of March, 1987, Daniel Lupton Herbert joined us in this world by way of C-section, weighing in at a whopping 11 lbs., 5 oz, there was no question why Mom was unsuccessful in her many VALIANT attempts at extricating my brother.

We other children were not allowed to see Mom and baby in the hospital, though I clearly recall creeping around the outside of the building and peering in through the window, to no avail, as I have always been "smallish."

The first time I saw my Golden Boy, they brought him out of the front door of the hospital and strapped him into the car seat next to me. His head was covered with light coppery golden curls, and he looked to be 3 months old, with rolls of pinchy baby fat curling out under his chin and and arms. It was a warm, sunny day and the light caught in his golden hair and charmed me to the core.

From that very first day, he was my little charge. I hauled him around everywhere I went, even when I broke my arm. He's all grown up now, serving in Iraq, but his hair is still golden, and I can still see him clearly as he was on the day we brought him home.

I'd Like a Little Cheese with this Whine.

Lets talk about running for a bit, shall we? I have made my share of mistakes in my training, and have paid the price for those mistakes this year. Started the year off with a fantastic race, followed by a friendly little stress fracture, once that healed, I have had a nagging little tendonitis inflammation problem that has caused a whole host of emotions, top of the list being anger. I've been angry when I see other runners training hard and looking strong. I've been angry when I've planned races and not been able to go. I've been angry when my training starts to pick up and my fitness starts to improve, and the nastiness strikes again. I've racked my brains, blamed it on compensation, muscle imbalances, shoes, yadda yadda yadda, but I'm sick of it really. It's quiet now, and hopefully gone. I've finally come to a more positive mindset, and feel quite a bit like this is really the end of this. It's embarrassing and humbling, frustrating and depressing. I really can't attach enough negative words to the struggles I've faced with returning to the runner I was, and hopefully beyond that. To have once been a strong, consistent runner, and now be the flailing, grasping, hurting runner is the most embarrassing thing I can imagine. I remember so many great runs, so many strong workouts, so much sweat and pain, and I want to be there again. I'm willing to take it slowly, but it's where I want to go - without hobbling.

What Is A Turd?

Ok, I am here with my kiddos in sunny Colorado, for an extended stay, really enjoying myself. Well, sis and I made a rash decision to gather up this herd of kids and go "out" today. Oi. Seems like we got into the car about 10:00 a.m., not bad for 2 moms vs. 5 kids. We went multiple places, and all in all, the kids were great, you know, trailing along behind us dragging their fingers across everything in their path. It was good.

Towards the end of this adventure, the melt down had begun with the littlest one, so there was a feeling of frenzy to get back to home base. Lo and behold, there was a train, parked, or nearly parked across the "short cut" to get back to the house. So we do a U and zoom down to the nearest crossing, and we have about 30 seconds to cross the tracks, but this car in front of us seemed rooted to the spot. The cacophony of screams whines and cries was nearing a crescendo when Sis says, "WHY WON'T SHE MOVE??" and I say, "Because she's a TURD!!" The following exchange could be heard above the din between Abby and her cousin:
Abby: "Hee hee, did you hear my mom say 'turd?'"
Eden: "What is a turd?"
Abby: "It's a tiny green slimy thing that comes out of a frog's butt. At least that's what my Uncy Duncy says. Personally, I think it's just little pooplets."

Alas, all of the young innocent children in the minivan are now somewhat versed in the "ins and outs" of life. Bwah.

What's the Frequency, Kenneth?

Dude. Seriously, I cannot believe the level/s of technical difficulties that I have experienced in the past month. If you are acquainted with me via the Internet, real life, over the phone, or really in any way at all, you will know that I have had multiple failures of the technical nature. Of course, I really cannot even complain about Hotmail locking me out because ---- I was warned, by multiple people, "Get G-Mail" they said, "You won't regret it..." "Trust me. Hotmail sucks, you'll be sorry..." Many people, many different comments, same content. And yet, I was accused of... "being involved in illegal activities" via hotmail. Nice. What do they think I was doing? Oh. Yeah. I forgot about my online strip tease business, and my pyramid scheme business, and my Spam Business, because God knows there is so much money in spamming and so many people are such dumb asses to click on the link because "your Paypal account has been locked..." Puh-leez. duh.

Hotmail aside, my computer also crashed. My new Moto-Q crashed. Maybe I played a little too much "bubble breaker." Who knows? And the latest? This is a new one. Sprint turned off my phone number today. Yeah. They TURNED OFF MY PHONE NUMBER. I've had this phone number 5 or 6 years, and today, they decided to turn it off.

So, this age is supposed to be so convenient. I'm thinking it might just be easier to move to the Arctic Circle, forget about cell phones, the Internet, computers, e-mail, and get back to nature? nah. ha.