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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

"Punk Rock Girl" - The Dead Milkmen

I was 16.

His name was John* [*name changed to protect the mostly innocent]. He drove a lowered truck and had the Bieber haircut way before Bieber was even born. And my parents prayed I wouldn't keep him around for longer than a weekend month.

[Thankfully, I didn't.]

Teenage romance fling aside, I did learn some valuable lessons during this forbidden love like affair. I learned I never want to eat at Arby's ever again. I learned there really is life after Depeche Mode. And I learned that I was not born to sing.

Not then.

And certainly not now.

My singing can only be matched in crappiness to my dancing.

Which is sad for the free world.

because. I. love. to. do. both.

I remember being asked to sing in church with my two best friends. After hearing me sing........ the super sweet choirister said, "Emily, lets move you from the middle to the left side and Karen*, let's move that microphone to the right."

Since this day I have not sung in any choirs. [Well, not outside the walls of my home.]

But as I sat on Peanut's bed, last night, she said something that almost made me fall off her bed.

"Mom, will you sing me the song you used to sing to me when I was little?"

Me: The "I love [insert Peanut's real name]" song?
Peanut: Yes.

I sang. Yes, a cappella. Which made the 8 pound dog rush in to see who was being killed.

She laid there without a judgement in the world. face lit up like a Christmas tree at the song that was made for her.

I. felt. like. a. [closet]. rockstar.

Thanks Peanut.


Question:

What's the one talent you wish you had?

Is it just not in your cards? Or have you never tried to develop it?


Happy Wednesday!
Three more sleeps until Pokey Marathon - and until I "get" to wear these!

Ron. you. Rock.
[really need to get that sports bra / arm warmer thing going . . . . I'll take 44 now. Put in my order please.] ;]

Monday, August 29, 2011

"Caution" - Bob Marley [ + Sporty Girl Jewelry Winner! ]

Well.

It's Monday.


Which means - - - the absurdly awesome weekend is over. Somehow, this weekend spent mostly "home" with the Pita & Peanut . . . . . was 44 times better that Vegas last weekend.

and
trust
me
Vegas
was
a
freaking
blast.

How did I get so lucky to get two anniversaries?!

Friday night's dinner deserves it's own post. seriously.

Took us 2:30 minutes to eat dinner. which. made. me. beyond. happy.

* * * * * * *

on to the winner!!

The winner of the SPJ custom necklace giveaway is:



MORGAN at Caution RedHead Running. [freaking love her. yes, be jealous, I met her in Boston in April!]
Congratulations Morgan!!

Email me at runemzrun at gmail.

you. rock. woman.

Now questions [the Pita and I may or may not have talked about these during our 2:30 dinner]:

1. What is the coolest way you've heard of someone proposing to their future wife?

2. Are camera's allowed at the table at a restaurant?

3. Should you sit beside your date or across from them?

HAPPY. freaking. Monday!

Friday, August 26, 2011

"Come On Eileen" - Dexy's Midnight Runners

okay. am. i. wrong. or. is. that. one. of. the. best. songs.

e v e r ?

I. Freaking. Heart. Dexy's Midnight Runners.

I remember being 14 - - - dancing around like an idiot to this song at church dances.

Ya, I still dance around like a 14 year old idiot when I hear this song. The ONLY difference . . . . I now do the same stupid dance in 4-5" heels.

After my non-skills I showed off all last weekend in Vegas. . . . . . . Tonight's anniversary [1 of 2] date night AKA . . CarnivoreFeast2011. Has been declared "dance free Friday" WhatFreakingEver.

I bought these yesterday.

Not dance?!?!

Ohhhhh, there will be dancing.

Pita - I'll spare you the gushy, "I have the best husband" post.
but . . . . I find it awesome that each day

I
love
you
more

& think I cannot possibly love you more than I do today . . . then . . . . I wake up the next day . . . . and . . . yep, it's [somehow] possible.

IFLYP

What 80's song gets you moving?

Happy Freaking Friday!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

"Waking Up In Vegas" - Katy Perry

Vegas weekend . . . . by the numbers [and very few pictures]:

3 - nights in Vegas
1 - inches the Pita's head was from the roof in the airplane.

1 - slouchy Pita.

3 - the most nights I have ever spent in Vegas
0 - % chance we were going to walk outside [it was 108* there]
1 - car rented
1 - mobster / cop car rented

1 - happy Pita.
4 - times he said, "We need to get one of these. I fit in it!"
100 - % of times I walked up to a roulette table and told the Pita, "It's going black" & IT. DID!

50 - % I was right when OUR money was on the line. ;]
2 - in the morning ---- is when the fun starts in Vegas.
2 - girls we saw doing cartwheels in NYNY casino.
2 - boyfriends behind them laughing their butts off.
94 - other people also laughing their butts off when the girl ran into the wall after the cartwheel.
10 - the score I gave her for her facial entry into the wall.
1 - burger consumed at 3am.
0 - % chance that will ever happen again.
4 - time in the morning of our latest night out.

2 - days I spent paying for that 4am night out.
44 - times I said it was so worth it.
2 - runs done at hotel gym.
1 - awesomeness gift I received from the Pita.
1 - time I silently wondered if I could apply the gift price towards my Woodway treadmill.

1 - gym in hotel which were under construction meaning . . . . the gym was in the hallway that lead to the pool . . . . MAIN ACCESS POINT!! Which led to . . .
7 - people who said, "take a day off! You're in Vegas baby!"
7 - times I said, "well at least you still know where you are!" ;]
1 - iPods I brought with me for my workouts
0 - headphones I brought....ugggg
2 - runs done without TV/Music but a whole lot of CRAZY, crazy, CRAZY stories overheard.
160 - dollar roulette donation we left Vegas.
100 - % I KNOW it was worth every penny x 44.

Hey Vegas . . . . . . See you in December!!

Will you be in running in Vegas?

What's the craziest thing YOU'VE seen in Vegas?

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

"Cars and Jewelry" - Oddisee

Ummmmm.
Ya......so.........I'm realizing I'm not 24 any more.
Returning home from Vegas takes a solid two days to "get right".

I know, it's amazing what a difference 3 years makes. ;]
I returned home to find a box from "Sporty Girl Jewelry".

I
was
so
freaking
excited.

I opened it to find there was not just one but TWO boxes inside.

One for me.

One. for. My. Peanut.

Holy. freaking. day. made.

Mine was even better than I could have imagined.

One side:

"you've. freaking. got. this"


Other side:

"100 miles / 24 hours" "queen of the mill"

Didn't waste a moment to put it on.
[sorry about poor photo quality]


Peanut's:

[ummmm, yes. Of course, she is wearing it at school right now!]
It said "queen of the court" with a volleyball.

Wish I would have had a camera when she opened it.

All. smiles.


Sooooooooooooooooooooo - on to the giveaway!!

Sport Girl Jewelry has agreed to give away one custom necklace.
Yep, one that has been personalized . . . JUST. for. YOU!

Here's how you can enter:
PLEASE LEAVE ONE COMMENT FOR EACH ENTRY!!
Mandatory:

1. Become a follower of my blog (or tell me if you already are)

2. Become a follower of Sporty Girl Jewelry on Facebook.


For additional entries:

1. Tell me what you'd like your very own custom necklace to have on it.

2. Visit Sporty Girl Jewelry's blog and become a follower.

3. Tweet about this giveaway.
" @runemz is giving away an @sportygirljewel custom necklace - check it out! "
4. Facebook about this giveaway.
*Winner will be announced Monday, August 29th!*

Happy. Hump. Day!

Friday, August 19, 2011

"Crazy Train" - Ozzy Osbourne

It Friday!! YAY!

Which means . . . . . it is time for . . . . .

Five
For
Friday!!

[ya, I just made it up --- never done FFF before]

But here we go.

Your job [should you choose to accept it]

Put these in order of awesomeness [how you think I WOULD rank these 5 things].

from pretty awesome - to holy freaking awesome.

1. Long Run - - - done.


2. Shoe score! $860 shoes for $53


3. The haboob that rolled in last night. [photo courtesy of my Bro-in-law "buff"]


4. The insanely thoughtful gift from RunningLauren yesterday. A belt buckle for my 24 hour [100 mile] treadmill run! [btw, Lauren . . .  Peanut had the nerve to ask if she could wear it to school today . . . . ummmmm, H-E double hockey sticks NO!]


5. That I will very soon be relaxing with one Tall Dark & insanely handsome 6'8" PITA --- here. [Yes, Dawn $44 on black - - - it's going black]


Soooooo --- order away.

Or [if that's just too much freaking work for a Friday . . . . . ]

JUST TELL ME ONE AWESOME THING ---- you are doing this weekend!!

HAPPY. FREAKING. FRIDAY!!!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

"Wrapped Around Your Finger" - The Police

Wordless [ok, less than 444 words] Wednesday.

Pita:  you have a [omitted words] blog post for tomorrow.
Me:  brain farts - yes.  Posts - no

Pita:  I have an idea.  Get your camera.  Peanut do rabbit ears.
Peanut:  what?!
Pita:  hold up two fingers then turn away
Peanut:  you are weird Dad.  ok.

Pita:  ready?
Me:  ummmmm, kinda, yes.



Me:  ummmm, yes, you are so freaking classy [mind you we are in a pretty nice restaurant - don't let the lame straws fool you - that was my request]
Pita:  see I just saved you 44 minutes of writing a REAL post.

Such
a
thinker.

Happy Hump Day!

*******
One last thing . . . . .

A question for you.

The Pita and I got into a conversation last night and I want your opinion . . .

Do you think it'd be easier to:
  •  "teach" speed to an endurance athlete
OR
  • "teach" a speedy 10k runner how to go long [marathon].
?    ?    ?    ?

Monday, August 15, 2011

"Don't Stop BEE-lievin''" [hee hee] - Journey

Dear God,

Yep, it’s me Emz.

Yes. Again.

I know I haven’t written in a while but our chat last night. Freaking. Rocked.

I just forgot to add . . .

Thank you x 444.

Thank you for:

  • A daughter that is thoughtful and tender.

  • A husband who calls me for no other reason than to say, “he misses me [at his desk at work]”
  • A mom who always knows the right thing to say when I’m feeling BLAH.
  • A friend who is ALWAYS there. No if’s, and’s, or butt’s but’s.
  • All the non-judgmental people you have placed in my life [they do make up for the other ones].
  • For giving me an OLDER brother. And three rockin' sisters. I just love knowing they are there.
  • A Dad who knows I. break. down. every. word. he. says. as. “gospel. truth”. [well, other than that Obama stuff and the animal emails he forwards] ;)
  • A healthy body - that’s allows me to push it & run it into the ground [and that dang, occasional puke]
  • A family that encourages me to be crazy. Believes in me. Never says, “why would you do THAT?”, or “I don’t get you.” What they do say, “you’ve. Freaking. Got. This.”
  • My enemies. Well, this one is a work in progress. But I AM trying.
  • Letting me whine sometimes.
  • Understanding and caring about things that make ME - ME.
  • Helping me be calmer.

  • THAT moment yesterday. You know, when I may or may not have felt like throwing my 5” heel. Until you reminded me, “it isn‘t worth it”
  • Ohhhhhhh and thanks for letting Dawn have a cell phone . . . .AND one with unlimited texting to boot. Awesomeness.
  • Thank you for not letting the scorpion sting me yesterday [especially, since I did take the photo when I thought he was dead].

  • And finally, Matty-O thanks you for Bees. For, if there were not bees, he would not have had as good of a chuckle yesterday. Heather, you BEE one rockin' woman.
Until. tonight. I'm. out.

Emz

Thursday, August 11, 2011

"Like My Style" - 50 Cent

So today . . .

is the first day of school. Peanut is going into sixth grade. CRAZY.

I got up extra early [ok, I meant to get up extra early]. But I did manage to crack this out before Peanut walked in:

[those 4's just make me so freaking happy!]
Then, I hurried and finished it up with the end result of this.

And some seriously [awesomely] tired legs. Ya, step-up runs . . . [my legs are coming around to the thought of loving them]

Then it was photo time.

First day of school photo time. Peanut hates this ritual. Can't really blame her.

but. it. is. mandatory.

However, I went to grab my camera and she hit me with . . .

Peanut: Mom, it's all about the shoes. Just get the shoes.
Me: [thinking . . .what in the snot rag have I created?]
Me: ya, ya but we need a full size "it's all about your happy face photo too"
Peanut: well, my shirt is pretty cool.

Then the craziest thing happened . . .

Peanut: you dropping me off or do you have time to walk me in?
Me: [holy. freaking. crap. Did I just get invited to walk her in?] you bet cha I have time.
Peanut: just promise me you won't be like *Jane's* Mom who [as she leaves says], I love you Baby. And gets all wiggy and lovey when she leaves.
Me: deal. no lovey. just a big smooch.
Peanut: mom.
Me: ya ya got it no touching

Best. Morning. Ever.

I said goodbye - she looked at me horrified. Like oh man, how it she going to say "goodbye"? hug? kiss?

I ran my hand over her back.
Ya, apparently, that was not what she wanted.
Told her I could do the running man all the way back to my car.
nope. denied.

So I just stood there looking at her. [feeling super proud, by the way].

Flashed her a "rock on" sign with BOTH hands.
Her face lit up with a huge smile.

And I heard a little mumblish-whisper of an "Iloveyoumum"

As I drove away, I saw "that Mom". You know the one. Straightening her child's hair, making her sit on the front steps of the school - looking all Pollyanna. The little girl's face was beet. [embarrassed].

It could be a lot worse my dear Peanut.

Happy Thursday!

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Do you still "get invited" to take you kiddo to school?
Did you let YOUR parents walk you in? Until what grade?

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

"It Takes Two " - Rob Base DJ E Z Rock

Everything is coming in two's over the last TWO days.
[where's all the 4's when you need them?!]

2 - # of sleep-overs Peanut has had in the last two nights.

2 - # in dozens of cookies that have been made.
2 - hours we spent planning our "luau" party yesterday.

2 - total number of food items [rice, pork]
2 - grass skirts purchased

2 - coconut bikini tops purchased
22 - minutes spent decorating
2 - pounds of pork butt we cooked to feed the four of us. LUAU PORK. Holy. yum.

.2 - seconds after dinner was finished; it took for them to ask "Is it dessert time yet?"
2 - garbage bags needed for dessert
2 - scoops of ice cream

2 - happy girls building their creations

2 - confused looks when I said, "nope, no hands, no bowls, no spoons"

2 - seconds it took for them to totally welcome the idea.

2 - adorably messy faces

2 - times Pita said, "I can't believe you [clean freak] let them do that."

2 - shots Peanut got in her left arm yesterday.
2 - days until school starts
2 - dozen Healthy Bites I'll be receiving shortly [probably in two days] from this girl.
2 - night Pita IS "gone fishin' "
2 - days of [27 mile] pain free running. LOVE my CEP brace.
20 - miles until I hit 2,000 miles for the year

Are things happening in two's for you?
or maybe four's [to make my day]?

Happy Two's-Day!!

Friday, August 5, 2011

Bake sale or Gargae sale? PEANUT!!!

So bake sale or garage sale..... Which one would you choose?

My mom said that when she had a garage sale, she had only recieved $20.
I bet I could get more. I mean who could deny this face?!?!?




I want to make money for Catalina Island, which is a trip that the 6th graders at my school take every year.


Exept, They didn't tell us it was $500-600!!!!!

I am so mad and I cannot lie.

I mean WHO COULD AFFORD THAT?!?!
I hate dislike these teachers.


And as if that isn't enough it's only TWO stinking DAYS LONG!!!!!

So what do you think? Which way do you think I could earn more money from?


GARAGE OR BAKE SALE?




Put your vote in already!!!!!

What are you waiting for?!!?!!!


Hurry up!!!!!

Wasting daylight here!


PEANUT OUT.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

"Opposite Of Adults" - Chiddy Bang

A few nights ago, Peanut and I found ourselves outside in 107* [but overcast - which we Arizona people LOVE]. We were "peppering". Passing the volleyball back and forth. I am loving all the progress she is making. She asked that I hit a few balls at her so she can get used to balls coming more quickly at her. [not always the lobbing back and forth].

Sadly. My "take no prisoners" mantra managed to sneak it's way into playing with my daughter. She was rocking it. So I hit harder and harder and harder . . . . until I pegged her in the chest-ish region.

She. wasn't. so. impressed.

Me: You ok? [laugh, laugh] Try to get a hand on it. Anything - so someone can play it off you.
Peanut: [looking not impressed] Mom you just creamed me.
Me: Sorry kid. [then I went on about.....as you get better...these things happen....it's okay . . .]
Peanut: [pause] I think you and I both know NO ONE I'll be playing in the next two years will ever hit anything like that at me.
Me: [feeling slightly proud , joke, joke] okay, your right. But when they do -- you're all freaking over it!

Peanut: [eyes getting big and red and..................here comes the tears]
Me: sweetheart, I am so sorry. I thought you were having fun [prior to the smack down]
Peanut: I am Mom. This isn't about how I can't breathe. [yep, her words]
Me: huh, what?

Then she let it all - ALL - out.

You see [as you may very well know] . . . I am reactive.
Peanut: 7 out of 10 times . . . .not so much.

She hears a lot. [like me on the phone or talking to other "adults"]
She internalizes even more.
She thinks she has to be strong - all the time.

T u r n s o u t . . . . a larger than smaller telephone "conversation" was over heard by her when - - I had thought she was outside. [This was almost a month ago! And just now she tells me.] She did not get this skill from me.

Sitting there in the 107* grass with her, hugging her, answering her questions [trying to any way] . . . . . reminded me of why I love being a "Mom".

The intensity of the love I feel for her. The way I hurt when she hurts. The tangible bond we share. The losses we go through together. The surprises we encounter [love surprises]. The joys we celebrate together. The horrible dance moves we share. ;) The ability to love more - then more - then --- somehow ---- even more.

She still wants to talk to me. Listen to me. Cook with me. Dance with me. Read by me. Sit by me.

And I freaking love it.
Because I want to do the same.

Life is bumpy, twisty, confusing & full of air-pockets.

This day was no exception. But it was one of the best days in my life.

We packed it in. Walked inside. Both with tears streaming down our crusty, sweaty faces. She walks down the hall and . . . . I'm overcome.

By her non-childlike behavior. Her intensity. Her beauty. Her candor. Her talents. By her heart.

As a young mom [and young wife] I used to think that struggles equalled a failure to some extent. But now I realize more and more each day that these struggles bring us together in a way a "perfect" life - never could.

To heck with looking like the "Jones's". Being "Patty Perfect" , "Church-going Cathy" or "Homemaker Helen" .

My need, my want?
To continue on with my family, my girl - - - by MY side - - - for. FREAKING. ever.

Laughing
or
crying.

Doesn't really matter.

What does matter?

That we keep moving ahead with our "seat belts" fastened.
Because life ----

--- it's a freaking awesome, wild ride.

[and guess what? we've. freaking. got. this.]

Monday, August 1, 2011

'Peanut" - Quiztow

I have this awesome feature in my phone for "Notes".

No-I'm not the note-y type. Lists = yes. Notes = notsomuch.

But lately my "notes" have been taken over by a section I labeled, "Peanut Quotes" & "Peanutisms" .
[My girl at 2]
And finally,
I'm ready [and secure enough] to share. [you'll get that "secure" part in a bit].

1. Mom, why do all the people in that aqua class have saggy arms? It's like at church. There are a lot of saggy arm people at church.

2. When do I need to go see the Orthodentist?

3. [while watching Pita's basketball game I said they had "thrown the ball away"] . . Do they need me to go get it out? [of the trash].

4. I wish we could go in the Senior Citizen Lane. [HOV lane].

5. Mom, Dad just Haboobafarted!!

6. [I eat ENTIRE sunflower seeds-yes, I'm lazy] . . . Mom, that will not feel good tomorrow.

7. Mom, when you say "that's sick", it makes me feel sick. Mom's can't say anything is "sick" unless it's their child.

8. [sticks her head out the door while I'm running jogging fiercely in the pool]
Mom, Dad just text you saying you are "an emotiocon whore". I told him to check his spelling. [me...cracking up . . ."what?"] He meant "emotiocon STORE", I told him he needed to buy the app [shuts door].

9. I'm pretty sure you should not be letting me eat this for breakfast. [Ramen noodle cup] . . . don't judge.

My favorite . . .

10. Do you like that your butt looks like that in that bikini?

That's. My. Girl.