Pimpin' My Ride
I really don't understand how people can say that money doesn't buy happiness. Last week, the purchase of two items has made my life immeasureably more happy. The first was Spike's co-worker buying him this bumper sticker:
Because my husband holds himself out to be "classy," I get to put it on my busted car instead of his. If the Republicans are for Voldemort, I'd have to guess that the front runner for the Democratic party is Simba, the Lion King.
The second happy item was this gem I found last night at the counter of my local Blockbuster. A Dirk Nowitzki bobble head for my dashboard:
Funny, I just can't remember that last time changing my kids' diapers made me as happy as this plastic Dirk does. At only $4.99, I'm happy. My dumpy 1996 Toyota is going to be the hottest thing on the LA freeway this summer.
In other news, at age three, I finally let Pixie watch a full length Disney video in our home. I borrowed Beauty and the Beast from a neighbor last week and she's already watched it 6 times. Of all the things that she could have taken away from this Disney classic, she's chosen to go with the crazy father. She runs around the house all day scowling and yelling, "MY FATHER'S NOT CRAZY!" Of course, I have to bait her and remind her that in fact, her father is crazy which just send her into paroxysms of rage and protests.
And some bad news for my blogging career, the stuffed animal business is zipping along quite nicely. Since mid January, I've made over 60 stuffed animals and sold about 35. If anybody knows how I can have someone else mass produce these things, let me know. I could sure use the extra time for blogging.
Needless to say, I've been pretty busy lately. I was so exhausted yesterday that I had to make an emergency run to the grocery store for a basket full of chocolate bars. I ran into a friend in the store and under the pretense of being glad to see her, I collapsed on her in a hug. I'm not sure if she could tell from the overly heavy, long hug that I was really just using her as a prop against falling over. So a word of warning to any of you who run into me on the street, I'm hugging anyone I can get my arms around these days. Keep your distance unless you've got a strong back.
Oh oh, and one more thing. I just registered to run a half marathon in Park City on August 23rd. The ONLY reason I'm doing it is because a bunch of my siblings are going to be running that day (either the full or the half marathon) and I'm a competitive snot who needs to prove that I'm as cool as they are. I hate, hate, hate running and don't understand anyone who does it for fun. In fact, after a year of not using my YMCA membership, I just canceled it this week. Probably not the best sign that I'll be able to run a half marathon this summer. When I super buff and ran my triathlon in 2006, I did a six mile run. Training for 13 miles is going to be a stretch (and where am I going to find the time?) but I've got something to prove to my athletic sisters so it must be done. Have any of you run a half? Any great training tips? I can use all the help and motivation the internet can summon.
Because my husband holds himself out to be "classy," I get to put it on my busted car instead of his. If the Republicans are for Voldemort, I'd have to guess that the front runner for the Democratic party is Simba, the Lion King.
The second happy item was this gem I found last night at the counter of my local Blockbuster. A Dirk Nowitzki bobble head for my dashboard:
Funny, I just can't remember that last time changing my kids' diapers made me as happy as this plastic Dirk does. At only $4.99, I'm happy. My dumpy 1996 Toyota is going to be the hottest thing on the LA freeway this summer.
In other news, at age three, I finally let Pixie watch a full length Disney video in our home. I borrowed Beauty and the Beast from a neighbor last week and she's already watched it 6 times. Of all the things that she could have taken away from this Disney classic, she's chosen to go with the crazy father. She runs around the house all day scowling and yelling, "MY FATHER'S NOT CRAZY!" Of course, I have to bait her and remind her that in fact, her father is crazy which just send her into paroxysms of rage and protests.
And some bad news for my blogging career, the stuffed animal business is zipping along quite nicely. Since mid January, I've made over 60 stuffed animals and sold about 35. If anybody knows how I can have someone else mass produce these things, let me know. I could sure use the extra time for blogging.
Needless to say, I've been pretty busy lately. I was so exhausted yesterday that I had to make an emergency run to the grocery store for a basket full of chocolate bars. I ran into a friend in the store and under the pretense of being glad to see her, I collapsed on her in a hug. I'm not sure if she could tell from the overly heavy, long hug that I was really just using her as a prop against falling over. So a word of warning to any of you who run into me on the street, I'm hugging anyone I can get my arms around these days. Keep your distance unless you've got a strong back.
Oh oh, and one more thing. I just registered to run a half marathon in Park City on August 23rd. The ONLY reason I'm doing it is because a bunch of my siblings are going to be running that day (either the full or the half marathon) and I'm a competitive snot who needs to prove that I'm as cool as they are. I hate, hate, hate running and don't understand anyone who does it for fun. In fact, after a year of not using my YMCA membership, I just canceled it this week. Probably not the best sign that I'll be able to run a half marathon this summer. When I super buff and ran my triathlon in 2006, I did a six mile run. Training for 13 miles is going to be a stretch (and where am I going to find the time?) but I've got something to prove to my athletic sisters so it must be done. Have any of you run a half? Any great training tips? I can use all the help and motivation the internet can summon.
Comments
Whew!!
You Go Girl!!!
Have fun!
When my son was three, he became obsessed with the movie "Mary Poppins." He watched it 3-4 times a day. He began speaking with a British accent, and he would hold a toy hockey stick over his shoulder and skip around the house singing "Chim chiminey......"
It was much more entertaining than his current Playstation obsession.
Teach your kids how to sew so they can help you with the flaky friends. Maybe you could count all the money you spend on them for clothes and food and stuff as wages, then write it off as a business expense?
As for the marathon, fake an injury about 1/2 mile after you start. You'll get lots of sympathy, and you won't need to finish the race.
It's a win win situation.
Did someone say "RUNNING"?! If I weren't so tired right now I'd jump up and down for joy. I LOVE hearing that someone has committed to running a race. And have I got just the support network you need:
www.marathonmommies.blogspot.com
We would welcome you, even though you said... and I quote, "I hate, hate, hate running and don't understand anyone who does it for fun." We will make you LOVE running. And you will show all of your family just how much better you are at that race in August. Wait a second... a half marathon in Utah in AUGUST? Do you have a dehydration/death wish?
www.jeffgalloway.com
Good Luck!
We need a photo of your car once its pimped up.
Liz
I LURVE Park City!
therefore I have always hated running. I was going to mention that a friend of mine gets inspiration at www.marathonmommies.blogspot.com, but then I saw that another commentor mentioned that so I am of no use to you.
It sounds like your fingers are getting enough of a workout (from all that sewing) to make up for giving up the YMCA membership.
Good luck with the training.
By the way: Doing less isn't in your blood.
I do have many Simpsons bobble heads that I love!! :-)