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happy-fun-time walk
I promised Birdrunner yesterday that I would stop referring to our exercising as DEATH MARCHES (even though they totally are). From this point forward our death marches daily jaunts will be referred to as HAPPY-FUN-TIME WALKS. This picture is me, being happy about my happy-fun-time exercising. I’m totally stoked, can’t you see? (and man, do I rock those short shorts and strapless cone bra. I’m not sayin’…I’m just sayin’) I also do my happy-fun-time exercising in red stilletos, just for the challenge. I hear it does wonders for your calves…

Yesterday’s happy-fun-time walk consisted of 4 miles in under an hour. Not bad for this ol’ gal who hasn’t been anywhere near a walk in almost a month. My stroll tends to be a 15 minute mile, so anything under that I’m happy with. I’m hoping for the half marathon I can finish under 3.5 hours, but I’ll be happy with finishing. This is my first rodeo and I’m not fooling or pushing myself. I just wanna finish and then next year, maybe finish with a better time.
Last night, I almost ruined the effects of my happy-fun-time walk with a super gigantic larger than normal bowl of Mac and Cheese. But I pulled out my medicine ball and did crunches. I’m pretty sure that helped. Or at least I’m gonna pretend it did.
In other news, I’m also pretty sure the Mac and Cheese is responsible for making me dream about sock monkeys all night. It was a little weird in dreamville, let me tell you… Kinda Sock Monkeys meet Willie Wonka meet Danny Elfman…
in a nutshell
Frederick, MD is a pretty awesome place. And a big shout out to Caroline for putting us up.
Counted down the New Year:
And got my first (and hopefully not last!) kiss of 2011:

Day 1 of 2011 was spent in the haze of a slight coma. Then day 2, El Jefe and I hit DC for some sightseeing and some good eatin’. I have pics but don’t have time to mess with them today. Stay tuned…
In Razorback news: Well, what can we say. They could have won…they had ample opportunity to win, but they made some bad mistakes and it cost them. I’m not hatin’ on my hogs though. This was their first BCS bowl and they played with heart.
Happy New Year! I’ll see y’all tomorrow.
staring is the only way
John Clasky: They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn’t do it. Staring is the only way that makes any sense. And trying not to blink, so you don’t miss anything. And all of that, and you’re YOU. I mean…
Look, forgive me. It’s just you are DROP DEAD, CRAZY GORGEOUS! So much so that I’m actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.
Flor Moreno: Soon, please.
This is from the movie Spanglish. I love this movie because it is filled with extremely flawed characters who struggle to find love and happiness in all the wrong ways. Also, Cloris Leachman is in this movie and I love her like I love oxygen.
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This weekend was fabulous. Friday night I was in bed early. I was exhausted 🙂 and needed my rest because I had to have Rader to his chess tournament by 8:00 Saturday morning.
And I had to have the terrorists kittehs to the clinic by 10:00 so they could get fixed. Saturday afternoon was quite interesting for all of us. Chicken Nugget took losing his nuggets like a champ. He just wanted peace, love and happiness. Clementine and Kitty G didn’t come out of the anesthesia with quite the same attitude. They were totally cage fighting. It was ugly. But by Sunday afternoon we were pretty much back to normal.
Ruby didn’t quite understand why her BFF Chicken Nugget smelled funny. And I’m pretty sure she missed his nuts. This is what she did all Saturday night:
Poor baby. She was just so concerned.
Saturday night I went to a Knight Play Comedy Club for about an hour to see my BFF Jenn Christmas Christman host. She did a bang up job and looked like a million bucks in the process!
and then Sunday afternoon my best pals from college came over for a little Chirstmasy Brunch and some wine and a whole lotta gossip. I mean, catching up. Check out my tree…I’m hoping it will survive the terrorist kitteh attacks through the holidays…
Hope y’all had a great weekend! 12 days left til Christmas. Are you ready?
a monday mel-o-jumble!
Saturday was so pretty and warm, El Jefe and I decided to climb Pinnacle Mountain. I haven’t done this in years…and let me tell you, if I thought my ass hurt after the Death March with Birdrunner on Thursday? Yeah, not-so-much after the climb to the top of Everest Pinnacle. But it was worth it. Check out the view:
After a beautiful day and lovely evening with friends, we woke to frost on Sunday. Bitter, yucky cold. Now, I knew it was coming, but seriously, I just like my warm weather. I’m not a cold weather girl unless there is snow on the ground. And even then, I’m pretty much done with it after two days.
I blogged at Fictionistas today about Holiday music and my lack of Christmas Spirit…but I’m working on it. There is only one song I really wanna hear right now, and here’s my favorite commercial made from that song….
Hope y’all had a good weekend. Not doing my half-marathon training today…but we’ll get back to it tomorrow. I may do my Jillian Michaels DVD tonight, though. That woman can pack a punch in a 20 minute workout. She also scares me a little, so I’m afraid to slack off because I think she knows and can jump out of the TV and yell at me in person.
wrapping up the week
- My ass still hurts thanks to the Death March I went on with Birdrunner and Lindy. Yes, it’s self-inflicted. Yes, I’m training to walk half marathon during the Month of Mel. Yes, I’m whiny but hey I’m also really cute and got carded again last night so suck it.
- Fishdog took the boys to see Insane Clown Posse last night. I can’t wait to hear about how much Faygo they were sprayed with.
- I have a pot roast in the crock pot…mmmmm tonight’s dinner is gonna be yummy.
- Did I mention my ass hurts?
- Had the best thing happen to me at Kroger last night. The check out lady looked at me and said, “I don’t know what you do for a living, but it has to be creative because you have a beautifully creative soul.” *love love love*
- The
terroristskittehs have discovered the counters and the table and are currently in full destruction mode. Getting a squirt bottle tonight. - I’m decorating for Christmas this weekend. Unfortunately, I won’t have a tree in the house because of the
terroristskittehs. Maybe next year. - I’m looking forward to tonight because El Jefe should be waiting for me when I get home. What a great way to start the weekend.

don’t you just love bad ideas?
I totally love bad ideas, when they involve boys, booze and being bad. This half marathon thing? Not really my idea of a good time. I must have my IQ tested. I bet I’m barely functional.
Not sure how far Birdrunner and Lindy Lohan and I walked yesterday, but let me tell you…if Birdrunner ever tells you that there is only 1 hill on this trail, you can rest assured that is not true. (pictured: Me, Lindy, Robyn aka Birdrunner)
She called the other hills, “inclines.” Um yeah, since according to Merriam-Webster those two words are synonymous, I guess technically she was right.
Whatever. My ass hurt so bad this morning that when I tried to roll out of bed I yelped.
I know I’ll be thanking her in 3 months when I eventually crawl across the finish line of the half marathon, but right now–gratitude is the least of what I’m feeling.
Being a glutton for punishment, and obviously the type of person who enjoys pain, I’ve agreed to continue working out with her. I’ve never claimed to be smart. Only cute and witty. Thank goodness those two things have gotten me pretty far in life. Guess now I need to start working on my brains.
The good news is, if I don’t have any brainmeat, then I won’t be tempting to the Zombies when they take over the world.
This is only the beginning. I must warn you, as good as I feel when I’m exercising, I will still bitch about it like it’s my job. Because let’s face it, it sucks to wake up and be sore. And it sucks to get half-way through a walk/run and not want to go any further. And frankly, it sucks to cut the cheese dip out of my diet.
I mean, CHEESE DIP! It’s like my Kryponite.
Team Melf…
I did it. I took the plunge. I bit the bullet. I *insert various other cliches*… I am out of my damn mind…
But I don’t care. I now have a goal and I’m gonna meet it.
What did I do? I signed up for the Little Rock 1/2 Marathon.
Yeah, we won’t even discuss how I haven’t run or walked much in the past 6 months. The less I think about that the better off I am… Sometimes denial can be a good thing.
If you’ll recall, I ran my very first 5K 2 years ago on my 40th birthday. I had never run a full race of any kind. Now I had walked them…but I wanted to run all the way. (not that you would mistake my ‘run’ a real run. because it isn’t. I really do think I walk faster than I run. LOL) And so, I did it. I met my goal and ran the whole race.


It seems I’ve roped a couple of other chicas in with me. Birdrunner and Lindy Lohan have both signed up as well. My friend Carbkiller (from FatChicksRunning.com where I rarely blog anymore because I’m lame) is coming in from Cali for the full! And rumor has it, El Jefe is thinking of doing the half as well. What’s this? The madness is spreading like a Zombie Virus! (speaking of zombies…OMG THE WALKING DEAD IS TEH AWESOME AND I CAN’T WAIT TO CATCH UP THIS WEEKEND!)
I’m not going to fool myself into thinking I’ll run the whole way. Hell, I may not run at all. It is 13.1 miles and I only have 3 months to prepare for it. But the thing is, I have a goal now. And I’m motivated and excited and ready to get back off my ass.
Who knows. Maybe one day I’ll actually attempt a full marathon like CK…or maybe I’ll just be happy to have completed the half and move on.
gobble gobble
Me and the boys are outta here this afternoon.
I’ll be baking pies tonight and a turkey and assorted yummies tomorrow. I can’t wait! I love Thanksgiving. Football, Food, Fun, Friends, and Family. Oh and wine. Lots of wine…
Y’all send El Jefe some good vibes. I’m not sure he’s emotionally ready for the invasion… LOL
Wonder if Rader will help me bake again this year like he has in the past.








