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My first official 5k race time.  I've kept up with it, have run that distance more then once, actually.  But the first race is definitely something I will never forget.  My sister C. and good friend J. ran with me.  (They are "real" runners.  I still feel like a bit of a pretender. Which I know I'm not really - but J. has run the NYC marathon for heaven's sake and C. has finished a triathlon and is training for a half marathon. You get the idea.) 

They stayed with me and my slow pace though, even if they were chatting the entire time! Even up a damn hill that left me huffing and puffing.  But we finished strong, and together.  Even though the race results had C. finishing two minutes behind me. HA!

My first race number.  I thought it was a good one.  Thirty-one was a good year.

I plan to have another one in June, and hopefully just keep adding to the pile.

The comedy and tragedy...of Pokemon

A few nights ago as The Mr. and I were settling into bed, Wonderboy calls out and, "Wants to talk to Daddy."  With the heavy sigh of dealing with the umpteenth stalling tactic, my husband goes into his room to find out what he needs.  Next thing I hear is the unmistakeable sounds of the Wonderboy ramping himself up into an emotional frenzy.  The Mr. comes back into our room.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Apparently, WB loaned his giant Pokemon card to Sam last week and now Sam won't give it back."

Not three minutes go by before WB is now in our bedroom, continuing his tale of woe.  We manage to get out of him that he loaned this card (purchased for him as a gift by his Grandfather for receiving Student of the Month) to Sam and when he asked for it back, Sam kept putting him off.  Of course, righteous indignation asserts itself in The Mr and me.  We're giving each other the, "What a little jerk" eyeballs over WB's head as he continues his sob-story.

But then, of course, the plot thickens.  It turns out that you are not supposed to bring Pokemon cards to school, something the WB knows.  He just couldn't resist bringing in the illicit goods in to show off to his friends.  The card was loaned to Sam, with the understanding that it would be returned at the end of the week.  When WB asked for it back, Sam threatened to tell the teacher that WB had brought it to school.  (So, essentially, still a little jerk.)

Now getting in trouble at school is one of WB's biggest fears.  Not the simple, "be quiet" kind of trouble, but Serious Trouble.  And he knew he was courting danger bringing in the cards as he had already been told once not to have them at school. So the frustration over not getting his most special card back was countered by the absolute terror of getting busted.  All of this we learned through many tears and the hitching of breath that comes with such emotional strain.

We talk it out.  WB must approach Sam again.  He should tell him, in his own words, that he is not being a very nice friend.  We give him permission to use the "My parents will call your parents" threat if he has to. (Of course, he wanted us to do the dirty work for him and asked if we could call Sam's Mom then and there!)  We held firm that he needed to try to figure this out himself and if Sam threatened to tell again that WB should let him. (Ha! We'll call your bluff you little bleepedy-bleep!) That suggestion had the effect of somebody dousing you with ice-cold water while you were sleeping.  Once we put WB's eyeballs back in his head, we explained that it would be better for him to be honest and apologetic with his teacher instead of afraid.

He finally calmed down and with many declarations of The Mr. and me being, "really awesome" and "the best," he finally went to sleep.

The next day when I picked him up from school, he very proudly told me that Sam had given him the card back. Of course he used the parental threat, but the fact was, he did it.  I was proud of him. 

Or, you know, as proud as I can be over a kid who breaks school rules and is foolish enough to loan out his most prized Pokemon possession. 

Reason #45,6780,478...

...to hate New England winters.  Last week we were riding bikes and I was out running with no coat on.

Today?  We woke up to this:

Now, while I won't deny that it is pretty

you know these poor things are thinking,

Excuse me, what the f*ck just happened here!?!!?

 

Hell, even this guy is like,

 Really? Was this absolutely necessary?

 

So...ya know....What's been happening?

Wow. That was quite a break.  Not really sure why I'm writing today, and can't promise I won't go away for a long time again.  But hey, I'm here now.  Technically, I'm at work now.  And ten minutes ago there was a full-on Mariachi band playing the cocktail reception of the wedding that's happening in the hotel right now.  It was like Three Amigos - except there were four of them.  It was hilariously awesome.

Here's some things that have been on my mind as of late.

1.  I have now officially been alive longer then my Mother ever was.  It alternately breaks my heart and makes me more determined then ever to keep moving forward with my life.

2.  Last night Pixie feel asleep curled next to me in her little bed, her two little hands holding mine. It was truly a moment I hope never to forget.  She is so sweet and loving and I can't stand the thought of her growing up.

3.  Therapy is one of the best things I have ever done for myself.  Hands down. Best.Ever.  It helps that I love my therapist.  I can't believe the things she has made me realize and feel.  If you've ever thought about doing it, I'm telling you - do it.

4.  The Beiber obsession continues in our household.  Wonderboy was practicing for a "Sing-Off" that was going to happen at recess today.  He had the printed lyrics to Never say Never and has been driving us all mental walking around and singing it.  Plus, Pixie tells us about four times a day that she is going to marry Justin Beiber.  And I may have - MAY have - put one of his songs on my running playlist. cough*ok, I did*cough.

5.  By running playlist, I do not mean a list that keeps running continuously.  I mean, I have started running.  Been doing it for about a month and I have registered for a 5K in May to keep me going.  I don't love it all the time, but I was getting bored with my 30 day shred.  I had also spent some time talking about it with my Aunt and she convinced me to give it a try.  I don't love it every time, and had a particularly hard go yesterday, but I'm up to 2 and 1/4 miles which makes me feel pretty damn great.

6.  Going off of those thoughts - I feel really great that I have finally taken control of my dissatisfaction with my body by doing something about it.  It took me long enough to get from the whining stage to the actual doing stage, but I'm there now and it's been very positive. (Again, thanks to the therapist for kicking me off my butt.) (Which is hopefully getting smaller!)

Not like everything is all roses and sunshine.  For example, our dog had six kidney stones removed two weeks ago.  They actually gave them to us in a little jar. Blech.

In three months I will be 40.  I wanted, and needed, to get things in a better place before I reached that milestone and I feel like I have begun that process.  Here's hoping I can stick to my guns and keep the progress going.

Keeping my streak of one post a month alive!

When I was about three I would wake up when I heard one of my parents get up and go start their shower in the bathroom.  Then, I'd proceed to get out of bed with my blanket and pillow and lay on the hallway floor right in front of the bathroom door.  In retrospect, I can't believe they never stepped on me.

I say this not because either of my children are emulating this habit  - no, no.  It's the dog.  He splays himself right.in.front. of the door.  On more then one occasion I have either almost crushed his ribcage or sent myself flying in my effort to avoid crushing his ribcage.  If he wasn't so freaking obsessed with me I'd say he was trying to kill me.  That poor dog.  All he wants is for me, specifically, to love him.  And most of the time all I want is for him to take his fish-breath and shed-tastic self elsewhere.  Sigh.  Maybe that's why he's trying to do me in.


On another note.  It's almost Christmas!  Wonderboy went to his Holiday Store at school yesterday and got us all presents.  I have to say, it's one of the cutest things.  He gets SO excited about what he has picked out for everyone.  We MUST open these things as soon as we get home.  I think if I ever suggested we wait his little head would just pop off.  This year I got a giant Christmas pen.  Seriously, it's like a foot long, and it's covered in Christmas trees.  I brought it to work.  Everyone is very jealous.

Every time I tell Pixie we are doing something Christmas related - seeing Santa, getting a tree, decorating the tree, etc. - she asks, "Is it Christmas?"  Every.Single.Time.  Someone asked her what she wanted for presents this year and she said, "Everything, of course!"  Hey, go big or go home, right?


I honestly can't believe this year is almost over.  I don't know who is messing with the space-time continuum, but I wish they'd cut it out.  I didn't accomplish everything I set out to when this year began.  But I think in the past few months (thank you, therapy) I'm starting to work some shite out.  It's a welcome feeling. 

Whenever The Mr. makes a wish - star, bday, what have you - his wish is always the same.  He wishes for Good Things.  That is my wish for all of us, and all of you - my bloggy friends, as this year comes to a close and a new one begins. 

Good Things.