Saturday, March 17, 2012

AND I RAN, I RAN SO FAR AWAY

Oh my God, people.

You'll never guess what I just finished doing, not in a million, trillion years so I'll just go ahead and tell you.

I ran.

I am not shitting you.


I ran.


For reals.

I KNOW!!!!

And yes, I am dying. 


Hang on, I have to put my head between my knees.


And breathe into a paper bag.


What's that bright light?


The last time I ran and not because I was being chased by a pack of zombie dogs was, well, let me think.


High school.


So what brought on this madness (MADNESS! I say!)?


Since I'm doing the Run Seal Beach 10K next month, I figured I'd better be able to say with all honesty that I ran at least part of it.


And because I want to be in much better shape by the time I hit the big Five Oh than I was when I hit the big Four Oh.


Which ain't saying much as I haven't been in the greatest shape throughout my 40s due to a love of Crack and Silver Bullets.


Although I rarely drink beer any more.  Maybe one beer once a month, if that.


Anyway.


Seeing as I can be filed under "well endowed" I figured if I was going to do this running thing, I'd better get me a serious sports bra so that I wouldn't get knocked out while running.


And a serious bra it is.  Ugly, too.
That's not me modeling it.  In case you wondered.

It may not be something out of Vicky's Secret but it kept my knockers from knocking me out.

So now you're probably wondering just how far/long did I run?

Well, I'll be honest and admit that I did not run the entire 2 miles.  

Because have you SEEN me?

I would run for about 30 seconds and then walk for 90.  

Run from the stop sign to the next block and so on and so forth.

I figured out of the 2 miles I did, I ran a total of about 3/4 of a mile which may not seem much but hello?

Have you SEEN me?


So, yay me and let's hope I don't wake up dead tomorrow.

 

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

CONCRETE EVIDENCE


 Do you know what that picture is of?  And yes, I did end my sentence with a preposition and I'm going to Grammar Hell in a bucket and I will enjoy the ride.

But back to the original question.

That picture is of my finished kitchen countertops AND backsplash.

I KNOW!!!

TheManTheMyth finished up on Sunday and I love Love LOVE the results.

Here's a closeup of the counter:
Can you believe it's CONCRETE?


I KNOW!!!!!

At the rate TMTM is going, this kitchen remodel might will be finished by 2013.

And no, that date is not a misprint.


There is still lots left to do.  The ceiling still needs to be sanded (again) and painted (again).  


The entry needs a little, um, help
the hardwood floors (still) need to be refinished, the living room will have to be painted so yeah, 2013 is a legitimate finish estimate.

Because why rush these things?
 

Monday, March 12, 2012

SPRING FORWARD AND ROCK ON

Can someone please explain to me WHY we still have Daylight Savings Time when it is no longer necessary?

I don't mind the "Fall Back" but "Spring Forward?"   Not so much.

On Saturday, I woke up at the unGodly hour of 6:20am but I was all bright eyed and bushy tailed (which sounds like maybe I need to do some "personal grooming") and ready to face the day.  

But yesterday morning, which was when Spring Forward kicked in, I didn't spring out of bed with quite the same vigor as I did the day before.


No.  Instead, I groaned and peered into the darkness and felt as if I had spent the previous night partying hard into the wee small hours of the morning.


Which I hadn't.  My big Saturday night partyfest consisted of watching my Ducks being defeated by the Stars (DISLIKE!) and then watching the Daytona Supercross twice while drinking one, count 'em ONE, beer.


Why did I watch it twice?  We always record Supercross and while we, meaning TheManTheMyth and I, were halfway through, Thing 1 arrived home from HIS long day of motorcycle racing and wanted to watch the race from the beginning.


And to really throw us all for a loop, Thing 2, who has zero interest in motorcycle racing, actually emerged from her cave to watch with us.

So for the first time in I can't even remember how long it's been, all four of us sat together to watch TV.

And yes, the kids bickered the entire time.


Anyway.

I had agreed to meet up at my sister's house at 9:00am for a big long walk and I figured I would wake up around 7:00, 7:30am, read the Sunday paper in a leisurely fashion, eat some breakfast and then head on over.  


But this stupid Spring Forward threw those plans right out the window.

While I did wake up at 7:00ish, it was still kind of dark and gloomy and I just could not get moving.  I stumbled through the house, got dressed, stumbled around some more, checked my e-mails, stumbled around and finally left the house without ever reading my Sunday paper.

When I returned home after doing a 5 mile walk, I STILL felt out of sorts and ended up taking a nap.  And STILL felt like a zombie until it was time to go to bed.


I just don't know how this Daylight Savings Time Spring Forward crap is supposed to make one productive when all it does is screw up sleep patterns and turns one into a zombie.


Get rid of it, I say.


In other news, people here in Southern California are all twitterpated about a rock.


Yes.  A rock.

Stories about said rock made the nightly news, thousands of people would turn out whenever The Rock made a stop and people would just "ooh and ahhh" because there was a rock in their midst.
 
It's a ROCK fercryinoutloud.

A 10 MILLION DOLLAR ROCK.

That will become Art.  With a Capital A. 


Yeah, I don't get it.


Maybe because I'm still in a Spring Forward fog.


Nah.  I don't get it because it's a ROCK.