deep breaths

I decided to watch The Walking Dead tonight.

This is how I felt the. entire. time.

I will never look at a horse the same again.

home again

well, for now.

we got back from central america on saturday night and spent the evening with friends while a tremendous storm blew through. it was a great segue back into “life”. i’m going to have to order some more pages for my passport soon. i think there is one more quadrant on a random page that is free. six years of travels! sheesh.

i had to work in winston and greensboro monday and tuesday so we just got back from that quick trip this afternoon. and we leave for the beach on holidays with the in-laws on saturday.

i officially have an ear infection. memories of my elementary school days are flooding back. i even remember being held down on a table by at least 4 doctors and nurses while they attempted to remove the tubes from my ears. the papoose was not strong enough for me.

i don’t think my house has ever been this chaotic with piles of crap everywhere. including the day we moved in. but i’m not even looking at it until tomorrow. i’m am just so tired.

so. tired.

i just need a few nights of solid 8-hour sleeps.

and maybe a nap or two each day. by the pool.

we’re through, Pandora.

I about had it out with Pandora today. She keeps doing this thing where she cuts out a song right in the middle to go to a commercial. Ok, that’s fine, if it’s a song I don’t like. I don’t pay for it, so there have to be ads.

But today I had this in front of me:

So I was pumping my jam while folding laundry. Really, what else can one enjoy while folding laundry? (If you have other ideas, do tell.)

Here’s my jam. (Previously thumbs-up’d so it would ideally play more often.) She finally got to it after about 10 back-to-back Pit Bull and Usher songs. She dangled it in front of me and then BAM! Commercial. Didn’t even get to the bridge… Before you came into my life I missed you so bad. (Such good logic.)

I got mad and yelled at her (waking the bunny) and told her we’re through. Then she responded with this:

Really Pandora? Trying to butter me up with your wily devices?

Fine.

We’re not broken up anymore.

It’s opposite day!

I’m actually sitting inside at the desk.

 

First thing I did was bash my shin on the shelf underneath.

Next, I stared for a moment. One of those good stares where no one interrupts you.

This is what I was staring at:

Bri-muscle and his buddies from his college soccer days. Oh, that thing? That’s a big-a knife. If you take it out of its scabbard you have to draw blood.

No, really, Brian’s outside and I’m inside. I thought you might not believe me so I was thinking I should take a picture… But how to take a picture without arousing suspicion from the ever-vigilant bird-eyed Fowler…

 

Pull the computer gingerly off of the desk, mute the camera, and turn it slightly. You only get one shot!

There he is! The elusive Bird of Paradise! Then carefully put your computer back and fix all the cords so you don’t get in trouble later for sitting at the desk.

 

Also spotted: Mr. Fox! There is a beautiful red fox that roams through our back yard and we’ve only seen him once or twice since we moved in. I saw him a few minutes ago! I, too, have bird eyes.

 

Two blog posts in one day! What up!?

 

hello children

[Bob Saget‘s voice should be narrating.]

Kids, today’s lesson is simple. Double check your maps before you run a new route. It’s along the lines of, “Measure twice, cut once.” Or, “A stitch in time saves nine.” I accidentally ran about 4.5 miles today. :-O

Yes my face is red. But not from embarrassment.

I don’t know if you can see that. It’s my route that I ran today. On accident. Did I mention that?

 

P.S. If you would like some running help, have a smart phone, and don’t want to pay money for an app, you should check out Adidas’ micoach.

musical thoughts that may surprise you

I believe that I have an internal, subconscious juke box. For the past few weeks I have been waking up singing a song. I wasn’t dreaming it. I was singing it in my head. It’s ranged from Hillsong to Chris Tomlin to Kristene Mueller. The last two mornings, however, it has been Lady Gaga. :-/ Perhaps I’m not listening to enough Christian music. I don’t know. But why oh why did I wake up with the line, “You’re beautiful in your way, God makes no mistakes. You’re on the right track baby, you were born this way,” going through my head? And why do I know them now without having to look them up!? Oh mercy. That just goes to show the power of the subconscious. I haven’t listened to that song since Friday when it came on while I was on the tread mill (4 miles! What what!). Bless her heart, if you haven’t seen Lady G’s full video, don’t. I’ll spare you the details but there is a birth (or two) and some gross dancing/dog pile-esque writhing. I usually change the channel when songs come on with videos that gross me out. You can include in that Miley Cyrus’s Can’t be Tamed and a few other shameless rap videos. But that is par for the rap song course.

 

I’m feeling quite pent up right now and am seriously considering running outside (dun dun DUN!). I hate running outside. I suck at it. Maybe I’ll just go clean some more and try to wear myself out that way. Where is all this energy coming from?! And how can I make it come back between 5:00 and 6:00 tonight when I’ll have to make dinner?!

 

Also, on a (big) side note, I don’t hate Justin Beiber any more. Don’t judge!!! At least I’m being honest. I still think it’s ri-gosh-darn-diculous how I can’t seem to live a day without hearing/seeing/being slapped in the face with him. But I’ve had some fun while listening to “the baby song” and I think you’ll understand why. My best friend, Tracey’s little girl (we’ll call her ‘Little B’) has been dancing to it, including some booty shaking, and it’s just too cute to hate. We have skype dates about once or twice a week and I’m usually graced with Little B’s presence. Often Little B will comb my hair or share her snacks through the computer monitor with me. I’ve even been inoculated with what I assume was an anti-cooties medication. But the highlight is always the dancing. I usually join in. I don’t know if Tracey is dancing, the camera is conveniently pointing away from her towards Little B. But between Little B’s spaztic dance moves and the lag in the camera’s image across time and space, the end product is quite funny. Perhaps some day I can capture it and share it with you. But I must warn you, it doesn’t last very long as Little B strongly dislikes it when “the boy” starts rapping. Tracey says apparently Little B doesn’t like Ludacris. I think it’s funny that she doesn’t call JBeeb a boy.

 

There you have it. My random thoughts for the week. Feel free to leave your feedback below. 😉