I told you I’d be back today. have faith.

In case you’re wondering…here’s what Andrea and I missed Monday.
::sob::
But Tori (Andrea’s super cute daughter) and the friend she grabbed at the last minute totally went and had an amazing time. Tori is my fill in whenever I can’t go somewhere. Like Peru. Or Hillary Clinton book signings.
Tori is living my life.

It is not fair.

I’ll get over it because I love her.

See? Hard not to love her.
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Doug Jones defeats Roy Moore.

Can we just scream in JOY over how proud we are of the black community of Alabama -specifically the black women of Alabama- for stepping out and voting?

As you can see…white women did not step up.

I’m going to tell you I don’t usually donate to political campaigns but I threw a little $15 at this one because I figured every dollar counts.

Some days I want to hide  in embarrassment lest someone think I might also be one of the stereotypes out there.  And then I go and walk into a Christian church, my gosh. I am THE stereotype. My age, I’m white, middle class, Christian. I mean stamp “Trump supporter” and “make America great again”  on my forehead and no one would be surprised except then I’d have to have you killed just for even considering that I would do that. Don’t even think that.

SOME of us do not fit the stereotype. Some of us, though not college graduates (give me time) are still educated. We are kind and we care about our world around us. It’s disheartening to know there are so many people in my demographic that think different and it has a direct impact on critical moving parts in our society. Our community, the environment, the financial stability of  the country just to name a few.

Tonight’s victory was well deserved, well earned and we needed it. We’re all tired. We were all getting so beaten down I’m not sure how many were willing to take to the streets time and again only to be proven the terrible were stronger. We needed this and it felt really good.

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I promised you happy information and here it is. We went hiking.

I went hiking on Saturday with the amazing and beautiful Miss Michelle. My hiking partner of the world. What will I do if she ever stops hiking with me? What will I do when her boys get big enough to take over for me? I will cry.

So we started at the NCAR which is the National Center for Atmospheric Research which sounds AMAZING but really was just the greatest parking lot for a trailhead because if you know Boulder you know the parking lots have like…9 spaces to 57 people that want to hike there.

So we parked and started on the Mesa trail, which was fine, just a trail. It was pretty in that -hello I’m gorgeous but I know it so whatever- way but then we veered off onto Fern Canyon because it’s my name and hello we HAD to do that.

Now, full disclosure, once I saw the beginning of it, I did hesitate. I was all for it but I was a little worried about what I signed Michelle up for because I will freakin’ do anything and she’s like…look…I have to go home eventually. And I just wanted a little hike. I didn’t sign up for Everest or anything.

But she said, “no. You wanted Fern Canyon because ‘It’s your name’ so we’re doing it”. You have to make sure and put a little bit of a mean girl twist on that when you say it. The little brat. Ugh. I do love her. And I laughed pretty hard when she said it.

Well, that trail turned out to be incredible. It was a hike in the truest sense of the word but incredible for sure. And it was stairs of rocks. It seemed like it was all stairs. It was so great! And beautiful…my gosh it was beautiful. I lost count of how many times I stopped to say “this may be one of my all time favorite trails ever”.

The caveat being…we had only a vague idea of where we were or how long the trail was or what it was like..if there was an end. If there wasn’t. It was wicked difficult. Fern Canyon leads to Bear Peak.

We did not make it to Bear Peak because it because it was wicked windy and I’m not kidding. Hard core wind and serious cold. We said…you know, not so much. So we came back. But I’m totally ready to do it again because it was the best time.  

“Fern Canyon (1.2 mi; 2,121 ft.) starts at the Mesa Trail 0.8 mi. south of the junction of the NCAR Trail. Climbs gently southward, then turns west to begin an unrelenting 1,700 ft. climb to end at the summit of Bear Peak, elevation 8,461 ft.”

I loved it.

Michelle and I looked hard at the map this morning and we came so close to the summit we need to go back. With nourishment. We were tired. But looking back and where were were…it’s worth the hike. Look how pretty!

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I am almost better. Each day I get a little better. Still not hungry. Still have a low grade fever. And I still feel pretty damn tired but I’m up and working.

I may…I MAY consider walking the dog today but I am not running anywhere. Maybe tomorrow. I am yawning as I type this.

Run on…

when you least expect it…

Nearly twenty years ago I had what I fondly describe  as a near death experience.

Now it’s possible I’m being dramatic but in my lifetime I’ve had surgery twice, given birth three times (once in a foreign country and no one spoke the same language) and of course I have Celiac disease and some of those days are very very rough. The flu I had that day, though, was the sickest i’ve ever been in my life. Sean was in Australia and I had to rely on Shaughnessy far more than I should have to help with MT. Alex was being Alex and it was an awful day. I ended up going to the urgent care because I was completely unable to hold anything down and I was crawling everywhere. It was the worst.

My best friend Andrea came down with it the next day and to this day we recognize that as the terrible horrible flu of 2000. She was a grown woman with four kids and when her mom popped in to visit she opened the door with tears and said, “Mommy!”. Seriously, the worst.

Sunday after church I got a few quick things done and then ran home to tell MT we’d go do the incline with theboy. I had a wicked headache though so “let me lie down for about 15 minutes and see if I can make it feel better” was my comment before becoming completely incapacitated.

Like the Facebook friend request from that relative you really hoped would forget you existed, this flu showed up with no warning, completely uninvited and left me wondering what the hell to do now. I was down within an hour. Imagine a flu symptom and I had it.

When I got it I thought…huh…I can do this. I mean scale wise this flu was totally amateur. I was not holding anything down or in. I had body aches and fever and my head was the worst but it’s like the normal flu and not like the flu on steroids. This I could do.

My neurologist told me I would probably always have migraines because my brain was trained to have them after all these years.I mean, it’s been 45 years. that’s a long time.My brain thinks it’s a normal reaction to any ripple in the universe that feels even slightly different.  The flu is a ripple. My head was bad.

Andrea and I were supposed to meet Hilary Clinton yesterday. You don’t have to say it. I was bummed.  She had a book signing at the Tattered Cover in Denver. I bought the tickets MONTHS ago.  I was kind of bummed I’d have to stand in line for several hours but totally willing to do it for the experience and also to spend time with Andrea who I haven’t seen since August.

AUGUST

I KNOW

Andrea gave the tickets to her daughter, Tori. Hopefully her and her friend made it by the cut off time.

Life Interrupted.

I spent the whole day trying to type this up. Every time I tried to type the screen was just too bright and it hurt to look at it so I would close the iPad and go back to sleep. Because my iPad is all I can muster you don’t get any entertainment today. Just me.

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Eventually it was  2:30 in the morning and I was wide awake because the dog got sick (did I give the dog the flu?) and I had to get up and at least pretend to clean it up until morning.

Back to bed to stare at the ceiling because I was SO AWAKE.  I finally gave up and turned the television on to find the immortal words “no network connection”.
I swear to you some day I’m going to shoot the television or the computer for telling me that.

I was simultaneously on my ipad getting the same message so I typed in what I knew to be the password and…

rejected.

Time and again.

My life in wi if.

It’s 2:30 in the morning  holy Mother did my head hurt.

When I picked up my keyboard and iPad from next to the bed it flipped out of my hand and landed hard on the floor. I grabbed it and it looked fine but upon typing in the dark I find the “p” is missing from the keyboard and it’s hard to type without a “p”.

This was the story of my life at 2:00 am. I wish I was sleeping.

I kind of understand what the Apple people went through without the “I” on their phones working.

Today I am at 80%. I’m super tired. Not hungry at ALL and my head is better. So all in all much better. I’m going with it.

I’m leaving this here and I promise you tomorrow I will actually post a real post.

I have hiking information and EVERYTHING.

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Run on and remember to take care of yourself.

being overwhelmed.

This post really is about being overwhelmed in every sense of the word, with generosity and with self tasking.

My big plan yesterday was to head to the office and finish my blog and hit publish! so it would go on out to you guys and all would be well. Wednesday blog DONE.

But then I got to work and within two minutes I had 12 people  in my office and that’s not an exaggeration. I was swamped for five hours. It was crazy here. And, you know, no offense because I love you guys but I totally forgot! Right out of my head.

We needed to do an outreach program for December and we chose the simple idea of the giving tree. So you take a tag and get a gift AND a sweater or sweatshirt for the person the tag and return it to the church by a certain date. I threw this sucker together pretty quick so there are some holes in the program but the gist is there. Several people commented they didn’t think we had  real local need for it. Well within two hours I had 42 names on the list.

42.

So we had to have a quick meeting about ~do we cap it or don’t we cap it and if we don’t do we then steal the items because holy cow that’s a lot and we don’t have that many people at our church~.

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Our priest stepped up and said he just hates to turn away kids so we’ll try and cap it at 100.  That’s a lot of kids. *gasp* That’s awesome. He said, “we’ll find it somewhere. This is a very giving and generous congregation. I’ve always been impressed by that. They’ll step up”.  So my worries flew away and I started making more tags.

I made a lot of tags yesterday.

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I finally started to decorate my tree last night. This tree is like an old lady that no longer stands quite upright due to her age and things just…aren’t where they used to be.  She’s got branches that stand out in awkward places and holes  where there used to be branches. She’s… unfortunate. I used to be sentimental about her,  now I just want a new tree. Smaller, simpler, cleaner.

I carefully checked all my lights (which were brand new last year and packed with baby tenderness to aid in their survival) and they all worked. I began the process of stringing them on the tree- which is similar to  me trying to untangle my headphones-and plugged them in again only to find two of them didn’t work. That also frequently happens with my headphones. It could be because I’m cheap but it’s probably because I’m horribly abusive to my headphones and shove them into my bag with little care to what happens to them.  The lights, though, were given such love I took it as a personal affront and was offended.

I nearly cried. It was 10:30 pm, Sean was sleeping. MT was kissing me goodnight and I had worked a full day, run to the vet with the dog, arranged in 17 text messages to pick something up via Craigslist, made dinner, done the dishes for the 47,682nd time of my life, done more work, and they are in bed and here I am fighting with this tree and these lights.

The whole world seems to be able to do this as a family event. Togetherness, bonding time, hot cocoa, sparkling lights, candles and cinnamon. I’m pretty sure SOMETHING that isn’t gluten free and soy free and is totally not good for you must be baking in the oven, too, right? And I’m doing it at ten o’clock at night by myself and the damn things DON’T WORK.

I straightened them a little, threw some beads on and went to bed. It was midnight and I had to be at work an hour early to be here in case the phone guy shows up within his window of opportunity.

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My office was 61* when I got here today. I immediately bumped it up to 70* and as of now it’s 65*. That was three hours ago. I bumped it twice more in that time so now it’s set at 72* but it’s not exactly warming fast. I may die here. If I die here please come find my cold frozen body.

I’m currently wearing two sweaters, and I have one on my lap and I’m wearing my hair back with a binder clip…

Sometimes you have to get creative…

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Yesterday, my day of getting all things done, also known as every day   #myworkoutwas

I ran a quick two miles (it’s not much in mileage but it’s sometimes all I need to fuel my soul) and did a half hour of desperately needed yoga.  I also did some pushups because I NEED my muscles back. My poor sad arms. I mean, I’ve never really had MUSCLES per se

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#goals #morelikedreams 

But I know I’ve seen a muscle there before. Once or twice occasionally. Lately though…nothin’. So I have to step it up.

It’s a bad habit I have of concentrating on one thing and losing focus on the other. I tend to have very strong legs and I can’t lift the milk.

I know I need to do more than that but I just haven’t had loads of time. After speaking to other parish administrators it’s a common problem during Advent.
Also, women, because we do it all. I don’t think this  issue is as prevalent in our culture as it was when I was younger and just getting married or even my mom when she was younger since I know my kids share the routine work with their spouses.  I also know I prefer certain tasks to be mine-not because I don’t trust they’ll do it right but because I just enjoy doing them-  and they step back to let me handle those responsibilities the way I like to.  it’s really nice to be able to have someone else take care of a few tasks rather than wait until I reach my maximum stress level and then step in to vacuum. Yet if Sean does laundry or cleans a bathroom, why do I feel suddenly guilty that I didn’t get to it?  What will they eat if I die? Seems like #goals is the theme of my post.

In my next life I’ll have a chef. Or I’ll be a chef. Or I’ll marry a chef.

i don’t know, having an IT guy is pretty handy. Maybe I’ll just have an affair with a chef. It might be more beneficial to marry the chef and sleep with the IT guy. Tough call.

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There’s the answer.

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Run on…

Brain fog is my excuse for all my mistakes. It’s mostly true.

Brain fog is my second most unfriendly symptom after getting glutened and yep, I’ve got it good.

A small sampling of how I’m doing with brain fog:
I was making a smoothie and I took the spinach out of the fridge to add to my mix only to realize I’d lost the smoothie. I looked all over for it and finally found it in the refrigerator.  I’d put an open Magic Bullet Smoothie half made in the fridge. Just..sittin’ there.

I was at work and went in to use the restroom. When I washed my hands I cheerfully dried them, tossed my keys in the trash and happily walked out of the restroom with the paper towel in my hand.  Yep. I had to go back in and dig through the trash for my keys. Yep. I then had to bathe in disinfectant while singing “gross gross GROSS”.

Yesterday I went to wash my hands (see how clean I am?) and after I shook them out I cheerfully reached for the lotion. And if you’re wondering, lotion does not dry your hands like a towel does not does it work effectively when mixed with water so what I got was a wet lotiony mix of yuck and I had to start again. #themeoftheday

Forgetting how to spell things is an occasional pop up, but not really important in the grand scheme thanks to auto correct.  Fortunately, knock on wood, nothing important gets left behind. I just do dumb “autopilot” things when I have it. I may never leave the house otherwise.

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In case you are following the saga of the missing leggings (I know, a riveting story but really, who loses PANTS?) They had fallen into a basket I keep in my bedroom for things like slippers, running shoes when I’m in a hurry and possibly a stuffy or two but I’m not admitting anything in print. Leggings found. My life can now move forward.

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I’m positive I’m not the only one who goes through spurts at work where you’re just swamped and life is all about work and nothing else for a period of time, right? People keep telling me to go home when I’m supposed to, don’t work those extra hours, stop working so hard-they can’t possibly expect you to get all that done, and so on. Including the people I work for. Go home. You are working too hard.

But I think they all expect the bulletin on Sunday.
And the Advent program for the special Evensong on Sunday.
And the Prayers of the People to be printed so the guy reading it has something to be read….on Sunday.
And the monthly newsletter so people know what their schedule is…for Sunday.

I mean if anything could be put off, I put it off. But some things just had to be done. Since I started the job in negative mode I had to catch up to get to current and I think…(I think!)…I’m there now. This week. Finally. If I didn’t just jinx myself.

It was a long, busy, exhausting month and I am totally grateful it’s done because I haven’t seen my husband in a month. And he’s cute. I like him.

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How disappointing was Angela Lansbury and her comments about sexual assault. Angela…we love you…what the hell? #heartbroken
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The tax bill. I feel like everyone is shouting “just wait until 2018” and I’m thinking 2018 is really just too late. The damage is done now. The damage is being done every single day and we can’t seem to stop the tide. I don’t even have the energy anymore to be mad.

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The things that people shout about and say, “he’s a madman! He’s out of control! Can you believe our leader said  that?”

Yep. I can. Because he was saying crazy things a year ago before he got elected. He’s always been crazy.

Three more years.

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Sean and I went to see Wonder last night. I’ll be honest, I only halfway wanted to see it. Everyone says how great it was, they sobbed the whole way through it, it was so great but sad and wonderful and so many tears! I wasn’t up to the tears. But apparently I have a cold dead heart because I got a little teary at the end and that’s it.

Still a really good movie. Good, clean and nobody got shot or blown up. I recommend.

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#myworkoutwas
Michelle and I connected on Saturday to go hiking in Castle Rock. We did the incline one time and then hiked about three miles. It was a gorgeous day and an easy time outside. Some hills but nothing serious because we’re both coming back from no hiking and no exercise and no muscles at all and what is wrong with us? Taking it easy was on the schedule and it was perfect.

Sunday I ran the dog for two miles and then cleaned my house top to bottom. It was quite terrible and needed floors and dusting and laundry and whatnot and then I put up my tree.  I had well over my steps at the end of the day.

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Raise your hand if you know what spelt it.

So…Matt Lauer whoa.

Also, anyone else remember years ago when it was rumored he was supposed to be having a torrid affair with Natalie Morales? I remember thinking then…hmm…probably not but something seems up with him.

If only we could hold the president accountable and get him out that fast.

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So I know you are all holding your hands up right now. You can put them down now. All the blood is rushing to your elbow.

The other day I was scrolling for recipes for some clean eating. Sometimes Pinterest will take your “gluten free” recipe search and feed you “whole30” or “paleo” instead. I didn’t really notice through my own brain fog. So when I grabbed a lemon chicken recipe I didn’t even think about it. I stop at the store to grab some things I need and think…oh, I need spelt. I think the recipe calls for spelt.

I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING BUT I WAS NOT IN MY RIGHT MIND>

I mean, I know what spelt it, I KNOW!  I just…wasn’t thinking.

Swear to God I came home, made that damn meal, ATE IT, and five minutes later had a complete and absolute panic attack.

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Don’t judge me too harshly. I have a disease. Of the mind apparently.

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yeah…that’s me trying to convince myself.

I immediately took charcoal. Began drinking a ridiculous amount of lemon water and downed my probiotics early. So far I’m not as sick as I could be. But I’m not as healthy as I could be. So there you go.

I’m in the middle of cleansing my kitchen. I had to throw away three of my beloved red utensils. (I donated them)
Disinfect everything that touched just…anything.
And I’m seriously considering just starting fresh with new pans. They’re stainless steel so really a good dishwasher dose cleans them but I’m gunshy.

How can I be so on the ball in some ways and screw up so completely in others? Well Sherlock that is the big question.

Too much going on and brain fog. Believe it or not I’m not too hard on myself at this point. I’m just resigned that these things happen. I’m  going back to the beginning with very very basic whole foods. Nothing fancy.

No…walnut crusted pork tenderloin over here.

At least not today. Maybe next week when my stomach settles.
And the itching stops.
And the rash I’ve developed on my neck starts dissapating
And my voice is totally back to normal and not all gravely like I have a cold.
And my joints stop hurting.
And the list goes on.

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I ran the dog yesterday morning and this morning which is way more than I’ve done in the last three weeks. Also I’ve gotten more sleep in the last week than I have in the last three weeks.

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That’s all the workout I got in yesterday because Sean and I had a late errand that took us across Denver and got us home too late to do anything productive. But I feel good enough today (though tired) that I hope to get a run in tonight.

Michelle sent me this:
The Boulder Trails Challenge

I’m totally on board with that.

Also I’ve done a third of my squats today and zero strength for my arms so I have to get that done.

Trust me. I have to get that done.
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Side note because I always have to have a church story.

We rent out the building to different people and we have a huge Hispanic community in the area.  There’s a big Zumba class that’s mostly Hispanic. This morning one lady came in with her mom as I was letting a member of the Altar Guild in to straighten up the sanctuary. We keep the sanctuary closed and locked. Her mom was SO EXCITED at the thought the sanctuary was open that when I explained it was being cleaned up her face fell…I told her she could go in. What’s the harm, right?

That was a half hour ago. She is still in there. Just praying in the solitude of the quiet dark sanctuary.

I love my job.

In case you’re wondering how I can type this while I’m at work, it’s because I work far more than the 20 hours they pay me, they said I can set my own hours and it doesn’t take me that long to type this up.  I don’t do it every time, but this morning I was late so I decided to do it here.

The Altar Guild:
A volunteer group of the parish whose ministry is to care for the altar, vestments, vessels, and altar linens of the parish. Altar Guild members prepare the sanctuary for services, and clean up afterwards. Altar Guild members frequently supervise the decoration of the sanctuary of the parish with flowers. source

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We are having our rectory renovated. A rectory is a house the church owns that the rector lives in. It’s being renovated. I told my husband the man working over there was…very friendly. But my husband has been married to me for thirty years so I’m not as cute to him anymore. 😉

This morning he came right on over when I got to work, spent a good half hour chatting and then asked me out so… yeah. I called that one.

Life at the church.

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Run on…

puzzles aren’t always fun

I bet you’re all thinking…where has she been?

Sleeping. I’ve been sleeping.

Mostly. I slept in on Thursday.
I slept in on Friday.
I slept in on Saturday.
I slept in on Sunday.
Do I feel better?

Kinda? I’ve been really off and crashing and I am not sure if it’s because I somehow ingested gluten or if it’s because I’m just really tired. It has all the symptoms of gluten and it’s lasting that long. It’s been weeks. But I haven’t been eating much these last weeks so who knows.

I’m feeling the need for real food right now so I’m going on a “real food kick”.  Pretty sure that means more groceries and probably meal planning.

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I’m responsible for my own time card and I’m pretty sure I’m the only employee that’s not on salary. Figuring out the paydays is like Algebra.

You think I’m kidding, I gave the calendar to my husband – who is the smartest person I know- and he looked at it for a half an hour. We figured it out finally and at the end he said, “that was such a cool puzzle!”

That is now my life. Why am I bringing that up? Because I did my time card wrong and I got shorted five hours. Only I didn’t. Because I did it wrong because I don’t freaking understand the calendar. I need time card 101 apparently.

My payroll person said she didn’t get it on time anyway so she just paid me for 40 hours. It’s not a big deal and after looking at the calendar it’s probably right but it’s sucking away my mental energy to figure out my time card. What is fun about that?

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What a great story about Jeff Goldblum. Entertaining as all hell and presentation is kind of awesome, too.

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I kind of feel like I’m getting caught up. I know I said that last week but this week is the insanity week so if I can  get caught up I might finally have a handle on this place.

As soon as I do that I get a situation like what happened this morning.

Yesterday we had someone come in to the church looking for help. We can’t help everyone, we just don’t have the money. But this girl needed just a little hand and our priest agreed to get her a motel room for the night. He tried everything with this motel and nothing worked. Finally he ended up faxing over all kinds of personal information in an attempt to get the room secured and, tired and frustrated, left church with all of us in tow and confident we were set.

Today I arrived at church to find the girl at the door. The room had been refused because there had been no authorization from him or some other such nonsense.  I got on the phone and asked what the situation was and they couldn’t tell me.  Nobody knew anything. It was like the Twilight Zone of  motel information. Also, no one has any idea where the fax with my bosses info is. Because it’s not their information so it’s not that important. They want the information faxed again  (no and no),  the girl who handled it was out until Wednesday. An hour and a half later, I’m still waiting, the girl is still waiting, no one has any answers and I called them back for the third time. The woman on the phone said, “are you aware this girl caused damage the last time she stayed here? She’s not welcome on the premises again!” and she was pretty short about it.

um. what? could we have our three hours of time and our fax paperwork back?

And she passed me off to someone and said I was “upset” translation…  rude. I had been really nice. Just because you’re definitive in what you need (my bosses really important paperwork) does not make you rude. And my being rude to you is not my biggest problem anyway.

I finally said, “this has been incredibly disappointing service.  We’ve been talking to you guys for two days, faxed over incredibly personal information and no one told us this. We’re a PARISH. How could we possibly know what happened at your hotel? And why wouldn’t you tell us that on the first day?”

She said, “I wasn’t there the first day, it took some digging to find it, obviously!”

I’m not sure why she continues to think I’m in her head but I’m really not. None of this is obvious to me.

I was rather dumbstruck and said…please have your manager call me tomorrow when she gets in. Thank you.

I was really polite. And then I was stern because COME ON>

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It was very frustrating. I am left with no information, no magic fax and a girl with no hotel room. She was nice about it.

That was my morning.

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I have 472 other things to do and am just now getting to them. My goal today is to finish a task and leave relatively on time. I’m three hours behind now. Schedule is totally working!

My payroll manager came in right in the middle of it and told me about the time sheet mishap and I thought…what about this says talk to me about this now. And also, I don’t care. I work 50 hours a week and i get paid for less than half that. Just give me a paycheck. It’s fine. I finally did say to her that it was fine, I didn’t care.

She seemed surprised but I said I just have too much to do to care. I’m too busy.  I did not tell a lie.

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#myworkoutwas

I concentrated on some yoga all weekend because my muscles have become non-existent. I did a little yoga this morning and after work I’m going to go for a quick run.

Climate change has kept all the snow from Denver and I do miss the moisture. #dryandcracked describes my skin but it makes for good running because oh the lovely temperatures. It is a high of 77* today. It’s actually depressing. It’s depressing.

I was supposed to go hiking with Michelle (withdrawal!) but she had a family situation come up and couldn’t go leaving us both going through hiking withdrawal. I miss the incline.  Meanwhile…

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I’m getting there. To the end of my crazy tunnel. I see that light.

So Trump is kicking out the Haitians. Right now it’s amazing to be a Christian and an American. I’m so proud.

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On that note…really good article here.
Why would anyone choose Christianity Today?

And hey, there’s that awesome tax code that’s going to do such great things for all of us. But it’s okay, it’ll be pretty fantastic if you make more than $170,000. What???
I had a woman at my church today asking for rent assistance. She’s a NURSE. A nurse with four kids. Her husband died, her dad just died and she can’t pay the rent. The bills are just too high and she says if she can just get a little assistance to get through the month she’ll be okay. It’s SO hard to hear these stories. I give her the list of people to call and hope she has luck. One of the people she already called and they told her they don’t give rental assistance after the fifteenth of the month. That doesn’t help her when her rent is due at the end. But hey…sure glad those people who are making a freaking ton of money are getting that tax break.

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This is all I ever think to myself when I hear anything he’s done.
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My morning yesterday started out amazing after what has to be the most perfect four hours of sleep EVER. Or at least that I can remember.  In the best of circumstances it would have lasted three more hours but I’m not even sorry about that! I went to bed with a terrible migraine, I’d been fighting it all evening and my second drug dose seemed to finally take the edge off. Sean has the plague so I told him he was on his own and I slept in the spare room and remembered nothing after that. Usually migraine drugs cause heavy sleep/hangover/I feel awful but this time…WHOA.

What magic is this? Seriously. I felt like I could run the world.  With all that joy I hoped I wasn’t jinxing it.  I’ve been looking for this particular shirt for a while and this morning I remembered exactly where it was. My brain kicked in and logic began to work for me. It was GREAT.

In case you’re wondering, I haven’t found those pants yet. I thought for sure yesterday was the day to look for them due to the magic or maybe just meditate and think…”pants”… it was that kind of day.

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but no. it did not work.

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Way back on Friday…

On Friday morning I had 472 errands to run (number of the week) and one of them was to go to the vet in Parker which is pretty far South.  South means a wealthier community. I’d like to dress that up a bit and make it slightly less obnoxious but let’s face it,  it’s the pretty neighborhood.

I live in Aurora. We’re pretty too, but our neighborhoods are not quite as …shall we say…refined. We don’t have nearly as many associations. Sean and I live in a free neighborhood ~yay!~and yes, we have a neighbor up the street with a pink house. Seriously. Breast cancer awareness pink. I know because I met her husband and he told me.  He also mentioned it turned out a little brighter than they were expecting but oh well, once they bought the paint they couldn’t afford to change it.
*lesson of the day, test your paint sample

I mean, I could be more politically correct about this but Aurora is just demographically lower income. Sean and I have discussed moving to a different area of the city but we have a ridiculously low house payment so it’s really beneficial for us to stay. Plus if we keep it that way we can spent all our extra money (it’s bound to be here soon, right? Extra money?) on traveling.  And some day we’re going to as soon as we get twelve minutes.

It’s really going to happen. I swear.

Meanwhile, I stopped in at the local Kroger store and OH MY GOSH.  I felt like I was in the Truman Show or that show on Netflix The Good Life. Where everything is pretty and shiny and beautiful. All the shelves are stocked and the fruit is shiny.

The produce department is twice the size of the store on my end of town, at least twice. It’s incredible. The store is HUGE. The gluten free products it stocks (gasp!) it’s really impressive. And I lost count of how many employees stopped what they were doing, turned to me smiling (smiling with a *ding) kind of smile…you know what I mean and said, “how are you doing?” or “find everything okay today?”

Seriously. SERIOUSLY.

I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone of grocery stores. It kind of freaked me out. I’d like to say I’m kidding but I think I’m only half kidding. It was crazy.

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I can’t decide if I want the grocery store or not. I’m still deciding.

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Sean was out of town and theboy stayed with me.
The difference between sleeping with a 200 pound man and a six year old is absolutely nothing. They both take up 3/4 of the space and you end up wishing you were in the spare room.  Theboy actually slept completely sideways and with both legs on top of me.   After pushing him back over he wiggled his little self back to my side and snugged up.

That’s ok. I’ll take that.

Also, he heavy sighs with a little….”hhmmm” in his sleep. ::swoon::

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Theboy learned how to play chess this week. He’s so excited and was telling me all about it. Then he said it was too bad I didn’t know how to play chess.

I do know how to play chess.

“YOU know how to PLAY CHESS??” he asked, incredulous.

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Huh. I wonder why that’s so shocking?

Yes. yes I do. My dad taught me when I was probably just a little older than he was.

He was dumbfounded. “Will you play with me?”
I told him I would. He wanted to know if I still remembered.
Poor Babe the dinosaur. LOL

Yes. Yes I remember.

At least 15 times while we played he said, “I can’t believe YOU know how to play chess”.
This is not a side of him I like…

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It’s okay. I kicked his little six year old butt. Three times.

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I had this post ready to publish in the morning  and completely forgot. COMPLETELY>

In my defense I ran out the door super early for work and when I got there it was crazy busy until I left at 5.  At some point it will slow down, I’m certain of it. I just have to hang on until that happens.

I had so little sleep the night before last that even though I felt great I ended up with a pretty wicked migraine so I took some drugs, fed my family (yay, family) and went to bed for a three hour nap because taking care of myself has to come first.

My butt and my legs need a run though. I’m looking at training plans. I keep hitting people up for races.

I’m definitely feeling a little more in control though, this week. I know it’s only Tuesday but I didn’t bring work home today so that’s a plus. And if I hadn’t had a migraine I definitely would have run. All of that means there’s hope out there for time management.

It occurred to me that I could take a change of clothes and go to the incline after I get off work, if I can ever leave work at my regular hour of 2:30.

Schedules. So much scheduling.

#myworkoutwas

Absolutely nothing. I slept. Tomorrow I will be better. I’m getting my steps in though and a lot of it is an actual staircase (up and downstairs at a dead run in heels all day long…that has to count as part of a workout!).

This is incredibly true for me. Every goal I ever had that I kept to myself I succeeded with flying colors. Most of the others crashed and burned with few exceptions. I try very hard to keep goals to myself.

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Run on…

No porn. I swear.

I owed everyone three posts this week, I had it in my head and by God I’m getting it done.

I should change the name of this blog to something having to do with the church because I talk about the church a lot now but oh man that is some good material. We were figuring out our stewardship campaign the other day and our priest (who is hilarious and really nice but only an interim priest while we are in the hiring process) asked if we could just send out a little card with “pay up” on it.

I think…no? But damn that would be good. I think a humorous stewardship campaign would totally make me pay more.

Better living through humor.

I went to post my blog last night on Facebook and for those of you that don’t know this, Facebook automatically gives you certain stats on your page without you asking for them. I don’t really notice them most of the time but occasionally something will pop out.

Last night I posted and my previous day’s blog~which normally would say something like “16 people reached” or “8 people reached” or something along those lines had decidedly different numbers.

My Sweet List numbers said, “492 people reached”

um…what?

So I popped back onto the list to see if I somehow linked it to porn by accident.

Nope. No porn. No explanation either. No idea. Nothing new happening over here.
So. weird.

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::waves to my little group of readers I have::
To the 492 of you that popped in…it was very nice to see you. 😎
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I lost my pants.  (I know you guys are thinking…THIS is why the 492 people came by. But no. This happened after. And there was no nudity. and the 492 people would have run screaming from the blog I promise).

It is easy to lose my pants because  everything I own is black, pretty sure we’ve talked about this before. So I try and find my leggings (because dress down Friday is stepped up when you aren’t even supposed to work on Friday) so I search the drawers, I search the laundry, I look upstairs and downstairs…

…hell I even looked in that drawer that holds those underthings-you-wear-to-weddings and a swimsuit.

I hate that drawer.

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No leggings.

But as I searched I came across a different pair I apparently stashed last year in a drawer I like to call “the place where all bad clothes go until they decide to behave themselves and fit again”.

Since I’m an organizer … it’s a small drawer.  Only a few expensive beloved pieces are in there. They don’t last. I tend to donate rather than save.

Some Nike magic leggings made their way into that drawer and lo and behold they fit. I am now wearing them.

After trying them on my suspicion is that they were too high waisted (a pox on the inventor of the high waisted anything) and so that’s a little unfriendly but I have pants and the universe and everyone that has to see me today is pretty grateful.

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No, I never found my other pants. It’s been that week.

But I got a run in this morning before work (super short, like two miles) and did about 30 pushups. Ha…quickies! …and that’s on about five hours of sleep (miracle of miracles) and tonight I get to pick up theboy for a weekend of JOY and FUN and gallavanting around the church!

yeah, I’m bringing him to the church.

Shut up. don’t judge me. I have stuff to get done. He’ll love it. Run around like a maniac. Play Minecraft. Eat snacks. Charm everyone and own the place.

That’s my plan anyway. It could go hopelessly awry. Kids.

There will be no running tomorrow (theboy) but hopefully Sunday because MY KID WILL BE HOME.

did I mention my kid will be home? MT says he’s my favorite but you and I both know…it depends on what time it is. Shaughnessy was definitely the favorite yesterday. I’ll tell you that story tomorrow.

God help me I’ll never get a hot shower again.

Gotta run. I have letters to print!

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I had a plan.

My big plan was to do three posts this week.

As you can see…so far I’m totally on track with that. As long as it’s Wednesday. I mean, it’s Wednesday, right?

I know, it’s Thursday and I’m already off.
We had a funeral at church yesterday and we started the day with pretty much everything going wrong. The church seemed to be out of coffee, the cookie person didn’t bring the cookies. People arrived earlier than you can imagine was possible, someone arrived four hours late…missing the entire thing. The organist dropped her music in the middle of a quiet moment (totally unlike her) and our priest couldn’t find his carefully arranged sermon and had to wing it (also unlike him) only to find it right in front of him afterward. I mean. It was that day.

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Is Mercury in Retrograde? Are the planets out of whack? Is there a full moon?

What the hell?

I did a  lot of moving quickly trying to cover bases and making it look like we had it all under control. Coffee showed up. Cookies showed up. The service went fine and as those of us that have lost someone knows, we don’t really notice those things anyway. It just felt like an off day.

I’ve been working on these fires for weeks and they don’t seem to be getting any smaller. So I’ve been making a very concerted effort to leave work at a reasonable hour each day so I have time to get a workout done. It’s a management thing. I’m only on day two. I’m supposed to get off at 2:30 so making sure to leave by 4:30 at the latest is my big effort.

yeah….I know. I could try harder. But the damn fires.

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I ran Tuesday morning and purposely took Wednesday off thinking I’d run every other day. That’s okay because it turned out  completely out of whack anyway.

Sean flies out today to Virginia to pick up MY BOY (waves to MT).  It’s his boy, too,  but I’m claiming him. Once he moves back here there’ll be plenty of opportunity for him to not be my favorite anymore.   We’re up and out early for the airport. The bonus? That means I have time to run later today! I don’t have to make dinner. I don’t have to feel guilty about staying up late (yep. all the time)…I just have to run and get my work done!

Me either, Rob

I haven’t had a serious strength training/incline/work my ass off kind of work out in weeks and I totally miss it. I’m hoping I can do the basics* for the week until Thanksgiving and then maybe after that I can start a real routine that won’t be so on the fly.

Nothing like starting a job at an Episcopal church right smack during the holidays. #Advent #Evensong #somanybulletins 

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The basics*

an easy run
some push ups (usually around 40)
squats please…usually 40 to 60
Give me a plank. Please remind me I have abs somewhere

The thing I’m neglecting more than anything is eating. I have got to remember to eat. I’m snacking more than anything. Fruit on the run. A piece of chicken if I get a chance but usually I just forget. Hopefully I can grab a protein bar if I remember.

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Run on…

Sweet List <3

1.  a new haircut! Thank you Princess Anna! @annaloze I love her.

2. November is here. I’ve never been so happy for November. #longestyearever #flewby

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3. MT gets home THIS WEEK.  I’m so glad he’s happy. I love him happy.

4. My computer font has been totally screwed up for two weeks and it’s been impossible to see anything clearly on the screen. It’s been like looking at a really really bad photocopy.

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 I finally figured it out today, or my computer figured it out for me and notified me of a glitch. Was it waiting for something in particular? What happened today that said ~this is the day we’re going to let her off the hook. Today she gets her regular font back. I mean, it’s been fun but the torture should stop now.  I would like to know for the next time it decides to do this.
5. I think (I think…) I am mostly caught up at work. Which means I am not going into the week behind. I’ve been working behind for weeks and weeks and for someone who likes to be ahead of the game on everything, this is causing me to lose sleep.  I finally feel somewhat even. I have a huge pile of work to do but if I dive in headfirst I might get it done quick. Who knew churches had so much to do.
6.  Sean and I went hiking today and it was the best way to spend a Sunday. I just turned off my phone (okay, I didn’t really but I put it on low power and put it away in the backpack) and enjoyed the gorgeous day outside.  You would think with everyone in my family being tucked away neatly in their homes I would not be so paranoid about being reached but I just am. So until I’m not…I keep the phone on. Meanwhile, here is me killing time while Sean is Ingressing. A four mile hike for a quick two minute Ingress moment? Totally worth it. Plus he made me laugh the whole time so I’m all in for that kind of day. #Ingress #hikingcolorado #excusesexcuses 

7.  Tea of a Kind. Now…here’s the glitch. I bought the Pomegranate Acai White Tea and it’s so delicious. I loved it. The other flavor said it had caffeine right on the bottle and this one didn’t so I figured I was probably good. I can’t see caffeine anywhere on the bottle and I can’t find caffeine information anywhere. White Tea generally has quite a bit of caffeine so I’m not sure what’s up there. I only drank a little of it to make sure I don’t invite a migraine but the answer is still a mystery. If you can have caffeine though…this stuff is delicious.


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8.  Shalane Flanagan. I mean Seriously. She just inspires you to get your ass out the door and run. Between watching her win the NYCM and the postcard perfect weather of Colorado in November I am dying to be running pretty much all the time.

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9. The Manitou Incline is tentatively scheduled to open Dec 1st. Which means I have to get back to doing my incline work. My legs are definitely not in incline shape. Michelle’s totally are. And a great thank you to the hard workers who haul themselves up those stairs every day to work on the incline.  It is an incredible workout and it’s cold and wet and just a huge undertaking. Those of us that love the incline and Colorado’s great outdoors appreciate your efforts.

10. I went to TJ Maxx because I have no work pants. I found a few pair that I think will work really well (I’ll be honest, I didn’t try them all on) but I  happened upon the greatest t-shirt ever (when I was looking through t-shirts so I didn’t really “happen” on it), I mean I was looking in the t-shirt section.  For $6.99 my life has been made better. I want to go back and buy six more. Long, soft, fits well, good grey color. I just love it. Good quality t-shirts are hard to find! No, I didn’t really need a t-shirt but … that’s not the point.

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That is probably very true.
But I got a t-shirt that changed my life and no I want six more. #idontexaggerate #ifonlyjeansfitthatway

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Run on…