Holiday Weekend Recap

It's been a busy and a not-so-busy long weekend all at the same time.

Thursday
S and I were up kind of early (i.e., alarm was set) to make sure we got to the race on time. We had to take Miss J to my mom's beforehand, drive home, and then walk to the nearby race location all by 8:30am. There were a LOT of people at the race. There were over 1,000 people alone who finished the 5K, plus there was a walk and a kid's dash.

Everyone has said that participating in a race is so much fun. Even S said that. I didn't get the fun vibe, especially as it relates to running. Remember, I do not like running. Every year for the past 3 years I try to run in the fall, and it never works out well. I never get to the point of euphoria, or the runner's high as other people call it. Well, anyway, I actually did better at the 5K than I thought I would. My time came in 5 minutes lower than it has been. As a side note, my practice time on the 5K has always been within a minute. Apparently running the same route with other people, and with the constant competition, kicks my butt into a higher gear. I only finished 2 minutes after my husband, which I find amazing, since I expected to come in at least 10 minutes behind him. So, all in all, I was pleased, but again for the record I still hate running.

S and I got home, showered, and we went through some of the Black Friday ads. I had seen most online, but there's something about physically holding them and laying them all out in front of you that makes the experience far more enticing. The rest of you all can stick with your runner's high, and I'll stick with my high of placing Black Friday circulars all around me. I started to fill my discard pile. Some stores only have 1 thing, and the closest location is 20 miles away. It's all about prioritizing your Black Friday time and money. Some things aren't displayed well in the Black Friday ad, so you need your computer on hand to look up the specs. Again, I like my Black Friday high.

We went over to my mom's, and my stepdad had arrived at midnight and had been in the shower when we had initially dropped off Miss J. We said hi to him, got plenty of hugs from Miss J like we had been gone for days, and helped my mom some with the meal. I continued to plan for Black Friday. Can you tell I take this seriously????

The food was good, it was nice to spend time with my mom and stepdad. We came home, and I finalized the battle plan for the next morning. I had narrowed it down to 4 stores with a 4:12am wake-up time. Thank heavens Toys R Us wasn't on the list (just stay away from it, folks), and of course Wal-Mart is never on the list. I'm not that crazy.

Friday
After a lot of grumbling and yawning at 4:12am, I ended up getting everything on my list at all four stores. The worst part as far as crowds go was when I had to get a cart at one store due to the sheer girth and weight of a few items, and it was impossible to navigate with all the other carts. As much as possible, I tend to avoid using a cart on Black Friday for maximum navigation. Oh well, I still got the items at the first store. The other stores I got away without a cart, things were stocked reasonably well, and I got home at 7:30am. S and Julia were both sleeping still. Dang them.

I got Julia up by asking if she wanted to see the Christmas tree and flowers (poinsettias) that I got in the car. That got her attention, and she eagerly walked downstairs to help. S came down, and our day together started. Part of the plan was to get another (fake) Christmas tree for this house. I know, it's sort of excessive to have two Christmas trees. But but but but... we have a big house and a toddler who is really excited to decorate. Anyway, S with the help of J started putting up the trees. I ate because I wasn't hungry before I left that morning and was now practically ready to pass out after shopping for several hours.

Thanksgiving leftovers eaten, I was in a food coma, Christmas music was on, and I decided to take a nap. Yeah, it was something like 8am, but a girl needs to nap, right????

Fast forward to 11am-noon. Tree 1 is up, S is starting to put up Tree 2. Some decorations are out. The house is in a disarray because Christmas tubs and boxes are strewn about. I still haven't emptied most of the car of my Black Friday finds. Tinsel seems to be everywhere. I'm not doing much of anything, as I'm still pretty much useless after the shopping adventure.

I decide to go out Round 2 shopping. We ended up needing additional ornaments for Tree 2, a timer for Tree 2, a tree topper for Tree 2 (yeah, we didn't plan out the whole accessories for another tree thing very well). The mess was overwhelming me anyway. I took Julia with me to the store since I figured it would probably be less crowded. I also had some other things to pick up that were going to be on sale during the weekend as well. Julia and I went to four stores, and I got what I needed.

Both trees were lit and decorated by the time we went to bed. Some decorations were out. I made fudge and snickerdoodles.

Saturday
Decorating continued. S messed with the lights outside with J's "help." He put up his Christmas houses collection inside. I vacuumed up tinsel, miscellaneous crap that was all over the floor, and focused on catching up with NaNoWriMo. I think I wrote 7,500 words that day. I hadn't written since Wednesday night. I remember watching my true crime shows. Honestly Saturday was a blur, and I don't think we left the house.

Sunday
My bright idea was to get 2 turkeys during the Thanksgiving turkey sales. My goal had been to get them for free, but I ended up paying something like $6 each for two turkeys. Not too bad. We're saving one for Christmas and due to freezer space (i.e., lack thereof), we decided to cook one for a belated Thanksgiving. S prepped the turkey while I took Miss J out for an extension cord (this was the first time we've put up outside lights in this house and whattya know, we need an extension cord). I think S was particularly proud that he ended up not leaving the house from Friday - Sunday. Of course I got the wrong extension cord. Not really. S wanted one with only two prong holes; I told him that there were NO extension cords that filled the bill; they all had 3 prong holes. Anyway, he still has to fix that debacle by getting an adapter or something.

I did some writing, and so did he. I made stuffing. I made a different fudge recipe. I think I like the first fudge recipe better, and it was easier to make so *double score.* Turkey was good.

Fell asleep by 8pm, up at 11:30pm. Had some leftovers and am writing this entry. Probably should be 1) sleeping or 2) NaNoWriMo.

Blogging

I am writing this on Tuesday night. I'm NaNo'ed out currently (at 31,000 words as of Tuesday night) and feel in the blogging mood.

I started this blog almost 3 years ago, and before that I was on MySpace for 2-3 years. Now no one's on MySpace. They're all on Facebook and Google+ even though MySpace had a better format. (Perhaps I'm still bitter that I had to abandon my absolutely awesome page layout in MySpace.)

I made initial connections via this blog either from other MySpace converts or some online groups I belong to, and - well - they all stopped blogging or moved their blogs, and I just realized that I get very few people that I actually know on the list of people/sites I subscribe to. It's all coupon blog posts or sites that do one post a day. No one who was blogging back when I started is still blogging. (Or they moved their blog and didn't tell me where it is because they're afraid I'm going to stalk them....because I'm paranoid like that.)

I wonder if blogging was a fad that passed for most people. Or my friends have ADD. Or they really are avoiding me. Or?????

I think I'm more suited to the LiveJournal commitment level but more have the Blogger personality. Whenever I stumble around in LiveJournal without a goal, I always wander into a scary place. Now that I've been to the scary places enough times, I'm rather desensitized to it.

You may ask what kind of scary places one can just wander into on LiveJournal. I'll leave that to your imagination. Actually, most of the time I realize it's a scary place because I have not a CLUE what the conversation is about, and once I figure out the conversation using Google to define words and phrases I don't know, I realize that the literal conversation is subtext for a different conversation. And then I want to cry because the antisocial kids in high school now have their own effing culture that the slightly-less-antisocial-but-clearly-not-popular me doesn't understand.

Slippage

Tomorrow is the 5k. I will finish. Maybe not with a great time, but I will finish barring any unforeseen issues.

Let me speak to an issue that I've realized is very important while I've been training for this: clothing.

Now, I'm not one who is big on clothing. Jeans, hoodies, sweatshirts, maybe t-shirts in the summer. That's my normal mode. But when one is running, clothing suddenly becomes important. Or at least for me.

#1 Important Clothing Piece: Bra. Not just any bra, but a good bra. A bra that makes your boobs look good will not do. What happens when one wears a bra that makes your boobs look good while running? Well, your boobs will pop out, particularly if you have big boobs. One might then logically look toward sports bras. Just as a warning, all sports bras are not made the same. 

#2 Important Clothing Piece: Pants that don't fall down or ride up. Sweatpants fall down (at least on me). Yoga pants fall down (at least on me). Running shorts ride up (at least on me). I have not had one satisfying experience with running in pants. They all suck, or I pick ill-fitting pants. I think part of my problem is that I put my phone into my pants if I don't have a jacket pocket. The phone weighs down my pants, which starts the slippage process.

#3 Important Clothing Piece: Jacket with pockets that zip for your phone/iPod. Self-explanatory.

#4 Good underwear. I must have been smoking crack a year ago when I bought several pairs of boy short underwear. Of course you can't try on underwear before you buy them, but did I have to buy 82 pairs of these stupid underwear on a lark? It felt like I bought that many; I'm sure it was really a more reasonable number like 8. Anyway, they are stupid. First of all, I'm not a boy. I'm a girl, and I don't know why it's en vogue to wear things that are supposed to fit a boy. Second of all, they are stupid. They have a lot of material on the outside of your hips that gets wadded up, rolled down, etc. Third of all, they move a lot, particularly when running.

This could all go back to my ill-fitting pants problem. Perhaps I always pick out improperly sized underwear and pants.

Now I must tell you about the day I did the run where I violated all of these clothing tenets. I usually violate at least one of them just because it's hard to keep it all straight, and the clothing learning curve was quite steep.

Cute, non-functional bra + boy short underwear that started to fall down + sweatpants (that I might have worn while I was pregnant) + no jacket. I was a freaking mess trying to put my boobs back in, pulling up my underwear, pulling up pants, back to boob maintenance, hike up those pants...all while running! 

I did learn some things, as in I know what jacket I like to wear, I know what bra I need to wear, I know what underwear I need to wear. But I still haven't figured out the pants. The shorts ride up, the sweatpants and yoga pants fall down. Now I realize why people wear those tight pants that resemble thick leggings. But I wouldn't feel comfortable in those because of my huge amount of body issues soooooooo.... I'm still working on it.

Swimming

Julia has taken intermittent swimming lessons for two years now. They consist of Daddy going in the pool with her, she kicking her legs, blowing bubbles, playing with a ball, and Daddy tossing her up in the air repeatedly until the staff tell Daddy to knock it off. It is kind of like kid paradise, all under the guise of "swimming lessons."

Then she turned 3. It's practically like she's an adult now (I jest, but the sentiment is kind of true). She's expected to go into the pool ALONE, sit when instructed, do assorted swimming-type activities with her classmates when instructed, have the teacher help her do certain swimming-type activities, NOT play with the balls in the water (like the babies do...), etc.

She's had two of these lessons since she's turned 3 years old. Guess what part she has excelled at?  She sits when instructed. She is the most well-behaved little girl. When the teacher tells them all to sit, she sits. She keeps her hands to herself and pays attention to the teacher. She doesn't splash other kids. When other kids splash her, she throws them dirty looks. She is the model of prissy decorum.

There's this little boy in her class named Christian. He's one of those kids that every adult knows the name of because the teacher has sternly talked to him 4,523 times during the 30 minute swim lesson. He runs on the wet cement. He dangles from the bar you're supposed to hold onto when you get in or out of the pool. He pushes other kids. He splashes other kids. He yells. Whenever the teacher's head is turned, he tries to overthrow the class. He's going to be one of THOSE kids. He's why God made Ritalin, I suppose.

Christian is one of those kids that makes me appreciate having quiet, risk-averse, panic-attack ridden Julia. I could sincerely NOT keep cool if I had to deal with a reckless kid who got into everything, who deliberately caused harm to others, and was on his way to juvenile hall at the mere age of 3 years old.

BUT...and this a big BUT...

Christian gets, or rather cannon balls, into the water all by himself. You don't have to coax him in. He doesn't have a panic attack if he can't see his mom - heck, he probably wouldn't even ask about her unless she was gone for 12 hours. He's completely comfortable in any new situation, like an overeager puppy.

Then there was my kid, who was clinging to me during the whole swimming lesson. I WASN'T in the pool, and she was SUPPOSED TO BE in the pool, so this basically turned out to be her sitting on the pool ledge as I held her hand. The teacher held out a kickboard for her to get on, and the teacher was going to pull her around the pool. Julia would have nothing to do with it. I eventually bribed her to at least lay on the immobile kickboard for 2 seconds. If it was my husband or me in the pool with the kickboard, she would have no problem. But my kid freaks out in the presence of any other adult, so she would have none of that. Basically the 30 minute swim lesson is her sitting on the ledge of pool while holding my hand and staring at Christian like he's a science experiment.

All of the other parents were sitting in the viewing area behind glass. I was the only parent who had to be two inches from her kid, and even then Julia wouldn't do half the things she was supposed to do during the class.

I should have ground up some Xanax and put it in her orange juice.

As I was leaving the pool with my kid who had suddenly become unmute (as opposed to her being mute for the whole swimming class), I wondered what kid I'd prefer. Would I prefer a Christian, or would I prefer a Julia? Honestly I'd probably prefer a middle-of-the-road kid. But if given the choice of extremes, I'd pick Julia.

Less emergency room visits.

Whew...halfway done

This weekend was exhausting but productive. I don't know how, but I got everything done on my list.

- Did a big grocery trip Friday night
- Went to a toy sale bright and early on Saturday.
- Went to 2 craft bazaars.
- Took Julia to swimming class. 
- Met the new neighbors. They are our age! (No kids though)
- Wrote 3,000 words Friday night - Saturday night.
- 3 loads of laundry
- Joined a credit union - finally! I keep whining about Chase but don't switch over.
- Made butternut squash soup.
- Saw my mom.
- Took a bath.
- Joined Costco.
- Went to the Costco event.
- Got Julia's Santa pictures done. It was the FIRST time she 1) actually sat on Santa's lap and 2) didn't scream like a banshee.
- Won a $25 gift card for a local pizza place from a scavenger hunt.
- On Sunday wrote 5,000 words. (I'm halfway there! 25,000 words so far, only 25,000 to go!)
- Made a Costco trip.
- Went to Fred Meyer (grocery store).
- Bought a second turkey.
- Vacuumed
- 5K practice
- Downloaded pictures off my camera.
- Took a nap.

I'm ready to collapse.

Power of Smell

I started off NaNoWriMo with a bang, and then I had that work trip, and then...well, I was trying to focus on the 5k training, and then...oh, I don't know. I ended up neglecting it for almost 2 weeks.

I'm at 15,000 words right now, which isn't necessarily bad - except that I have 35,000 words to go in 12 days.  Ummmph.

----------

I love my sense of smell. I'm a sniffer of everything. My favorite is an old work phone directory that smells like donuts for some reason. If I flip through it really fast, I still get a whiff of donuts. The directory is from 2005 and updated each year, so I don't "need" to keep this relic from 2005. Needless to say, I kept it for the smell. I still dig it out of my desk and fan it out occasionally just for the hit of donut smell.

Being so ultra sensitive to smells also has its downsides. Especially at work, I can literally tell who has been in the hall based on the scent left behind. X's perfume, Y's smell, Z's gum. It's a bit bizarre, and I try not to announce my suspicions because - well - it can be a bit on the creepy side, and I do wonder if I'm part werewolf (they have the good sniffer, right?).

This week I was doing the 5k route. It is cold out (high 30s/low 40s). I really hate the longest part of the 5k route because it is so pedestrian un-friendly. It's a curvy road, one lane each way, with no sidewalks and no streetlights. The road itself isn't well tended to, and there are ditches about one centimeter away from where a car would pass. The best time to run to avoid being squashed by a car is at night because at least you may get a little bit of warning if their headlights are on. However, it becomes somewhat of a hazard if you see that a car is coming at you, and you try to move out of the way and fall into the ditch. On the other hand, you can see the ditches if you do the route in the daylight, but if your headphones are on, you don't get much warning about a car coming at you. So really it's a competing force: would you rather a twisted ankle from falling into a ditch or would you rather being squashed by a car? I tend to choose the twisted ankle threat and run at night.

Sorry, I digressed. Honestly, it's a horribly crappy route. They better close the road completely for the 5k.

As I was saying, I was running/walking the route this past week. A car drives by. It's one of those souped up Japanese cars with a stupid spoiler on the back. (What is the purpose of a spoiler anyway?) I wasn't really paying attention, so I forget if it was a Nissan Sentra or a Subaru. Anyway, the car zooms by with the music blaring and the passenger window rolled down. After the car passed, I got this whiff of a heavy smell. Cologne. Lots and lots of cologne.I didn't know you could smell cologne from outside of a car when it was practically freezing.

You know you're wearing too much cologne when you can be smelled by someone on the side of the road while you're driving by in the late fall.

Can you imagine the poor girl who has to smell him? That must be why the windows were rolled down. Poor girl couldn't breathe with that suffocating smell.

It's sexy to smell someone from 2-3 feet away. 50 feet away? Not so sexy.

"Free"

My current goal: To obtain a "free" turkey

Why "free"?  Well, it's not really free - as in, no quotes.  A free turkey would imply that it is free without any strings. I don't think that is possible. The next best possibility is a "free" turkey; whereas, you spend an obscene amount of money (like $150), and you get a "free" turkey.  But of course I don't want to spend $150 on random crap because that negates the "free" aspect of the turkey. If I spend $50 more on useless stuff or stuff that I can find cheaper elsewhere so that I can get the "free" turkey, it really becomes a $50 turkey.

Holiday angst is beginning, all with the "free" turkey. Then there's the Black Friday sales, which I treat as a series of battles. I am not a shopper who lingers on Black Friday, or anytime actually. I am a get in - get the stuff - and check out in the garden section because everyone else is checking out in ladies' fashions. Ha! The garden department is desolate AND staffed, suckers! On to the next store and repeat, about 4x. Come home, eat Thanksgiving leftovers (second time of the day since I had Thanksgiving leftovers before I left the house at 3am), and then go through my loot.

Still working on my Black Friday battle plan.

My work is closed December 21st through January 2nd. Doesn't it seem like S's parents were just here? Well, anyway, we were told they were coming December 14 - 18th, going up north from December 18th - 22nd, and then coming back here on December 22nd - January 4th.  Oh yay, I'm on my work vacation almost the exact same time they will be here.  2-3 weeks of staring at each other, all day every day.  Lest I sound unenthusiastic, I am happy to see them, but I don't think I'd be ecstatic to stay with anyone in the same house for that long, even Will Smith.  Plus, it's going to be cold here, so they are going to be whining about how COLD it is in our house and in general. Which my only response will be, "Then go somewhere warmer."  Because, you see, I don't deal well with whining about things you can change. You chose to come here for 3 weeks in December (heaven knows why), and you need to deal with the ramifications of that or don't come here in December.

I am stymied why they are supposedly only staying 4 days with their older son and 3 weeks with us. It doesn't make any sense, especially since their older son is clearly their favorite. I can only surmise that there's not enough room up in his house. Which means, oh dear god, every dang day they will 1) complain about the weather and 2) put us in a corner about inviting favorite son down to our house. Which my response will be, duh - "If you want to see him, go up to his house. Otherwise, shut up."  Okay, I will try to start out more polite but by the 20th day they are in our house and I'm completely running out of patience, I'm sure that will be my verbatim response.

Are you sure it's not to late to go to Hawaii for the holiday vacation? It may put us in the poorhouse, but at least it might be a vacation, which the latter half of December will NOT be for me as it stands right now. Julia and her grandparents will bond, S and his parents will bond...that is the chant I must repeat. I will be lamenting that I can't go to work.  It's all good, happy holidays and all!

Big Ass Flowers

I've said how much I hate these things, haven't I?  They look ridiculous. Take a cute baby and put a big ass flower on her (hopefully her) head. I refuse to even consider it for my daughter.  Once this stupid phase ends and people realize how utterly obnoxious the practice is, my daughter will thank me for not putting that crap on her head.



What's even worse is when the big ass flower is on a grown woman's head. It wasn't even on a 20 year old. The big ass flower was on the head of a woman who is pushing almost 60 years old. I wanted to ask her if I could take a picture. It was THAT obnoxious. What do you say when you see a 60 year old try to mimic an awful fad for even a baby?  When a baby can't even pull it off, don't even try it.