Stupid Wine

Don't get me wrong, I love wine.

I just don't like how I feel the next day.

After drinking two bottles.

How am I going to get back to training?

Why did I think I can run a half marathon in March?

And a full marathon in April?

What the hell was I thinking?

I'm going to Atlanta after work today to spend the weekend and celebrate the new year.

My mom wrote me a card that said "2008 is going to be your year."

It made me cry a lot of tears, and I don't know why.

I'm getting divorced.

Ugh. I really hope 2008 IS my year. 2007 sort of sucked. :(

Happy Boxing Day!

Christmas was a lot of fun this year. I, along with my sister and brother, spent Christmas Eve with my dad and his wife and their son (my half-brother). We ate dinner and opened presents and drank wine and took lots of pictures. My dad, sister, and brother all got an iPhone. I got a kick ass Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT. Which I heart. (Although, I'm not going to lie. Now I'm the only one in that family that doesn't have an iPhone. But that makes me sound so terrible, doesn't it.)

Christmas day I was lazy and drank some champagne and took pictures with my new camera. I was supposed to make a broccoli casserole to take to my mom's house but had been too lazy to go to the store to get broccoli before the 25th. So, I improvised:

Christmas Casserole
1 cup cheese
2 eggs
1 can cream of mushroom
1 package of frozen asparagus spears, cooked, drained, and cut into 1 inch pieces
1 cup rice
1 cup mayo
bacon, cooked and crumbled
salt and pepper, to taste

Stir everything up in a big bowl and pour into a greased casserole dish. Top with crumbled Ritz crackers you bought at Walgreens because nothing else is open. Melt two tablespoons of butter and pour evenly over cracker crumbs. Bake at 350* for 35 minutes. Pray that it doesn't taste like poop.

Dinner at mom's went well... the casserole was actually not terrible and there weren't any leftovers. We carried on our tradition of the post-holiday meal Jaeger shot. I got a beatiful necklace from my mom and sister and my brother got me a coupon for an upcoming Sibling Date Night. We drank a lot of wine and then went to a tequila bar.

I need to get back on the workout train... somehow I've managed not to gain any weight, but I can tell that I'm getting out of shape. Oy.

Sleep Deprived

Well, I was.

Not anymore.

Wednesday after work, I went out for dinner.

At the Pickle Barrel.

The Pickle Barrel is in Chattanooga, Tennessee.

I live in Nashville.

I got home at 4am.

I took the next day off.

I went out Thursday night, and went to bed at 2am.

Got up at 7am for work.

Came home at 3pm, laid down for a nap at 4pm.

Woke up at 10:30pm.

Now my body is all screwed up. I have exercised exactly zero times this week. I've spent the entire day cleaning. I have to fight the holiday crowds at some point today because I realized that no, I am NOT done Christmas shopping like I thought I was. I also need to go to the liquor store to stock up on booze because I don't want to run out--in Tennessee, you can't buy wine/spirits on Sundays (lame).

I go back to the doctor on the 2nd... hopefully I'll be able to start running again. Lord knows I do NOT want to attempt swimming (although I know I need to).

I am lame

I attempted to swim this AM, but the lanes were set up for a meet. Mind you, there were still lanes open for lap swimmers, but if I tried to swim that far- I don't even know how far that is, but it looked about 2 miles long- I probably would have drowned.

I decided to try out the recumbent bike. I did it for 30 minutes... and I feel like a total wimp, because it kicked my butt.

I'll definitely be feeling it tomorrow!

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28 Minutes

28 minutes was all I could do.

I attempted to swim yesterday. Not aqua jog... but straight up swim. Freestyle. Laps.

I was in the lane next to the high school swim team that practices there. They were awesome. They made me feel totally inadequate, but also a little relieved because I knew they could probably save me if I started to drown.

Swimming is hard! I have a newfound respect for swimmers. I couldn't go more than one lap without taking a rest. And today I hurt.

And I'm going back and trying again tomorrow! :)

Random Christmas Memories

When I was young, I loved Christmas. Most kids do, right? The first Christmas that I remember was probably when I was 5 years old. I woke up that morning, ran into the den, and waiting for me was a bright and shiny Rainbow Brite mini-kitchen! Complete with stove and refrigerator! (I took a Women's Studies class in college so I realize now that these types of 'toys' reinforce gender roles and stereotypes and blah blah but man, I love my Rainbow Brite kitchen.)





When I was six, my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I rattling off a lengthy list; I believe it included a camper (like an RV) and a horse. My mom told me that if I asked for too many things, Santa wouldn't come at all.





I recently found a letter from Santa, stuck in a photo album from forever ago. I was probably 7 years old. My letter to Santa asked for only one thing: for our puppy, Sandy, to return home. (Sandy was a yellow lab that we only had a few weeks before she ran away.) Santa wrote back, saying that Sandy now lived with a really nice family, who had changed her name to Lady. I don't remember what I got that Christmas.





My family would go to Opryland Hotel here in Nashville for Christmas brunch each Christmas. My grandparents would come into town and stay at the hotel. My grandmother would take her big purse to the buffet and stick as much food as she could into it while going through the line. Mostly rolls and desserts.






One Christmas, that same grandmother received a Black and Decker Snakelight. She wrapped it around her neck like a scarf, turned it on, and Christmas proceeded as usual.

Injury Update

I don't think I posted after my last visit to the orthapedist. Is that how you spell that? Anyway. I think I went into some sort of depression and I just didn't want to talk about the fact that I was told I couldn't run until at least January. I'm going back to the doctor on January 2nd for round-freaking-FOUR of x-rays. It is continuing to heal, but I was told that I couldn't do any weight bearing exercise until I got the go ahead from him. I'm really hoping I get clearance at the next visit... it has been 75 days since I last run.

Oh yeah, and I signed up for a marathon. So, I really really really hope I can start training--but not OVERTRAINING (lesson learned!)--for that soon.

On a totally unrelated note, I think these are the ugliest boots I have ever seen. And they are Marc Jacobs, so they cost over $300!

One of those nights...

I tried to be good, honest. I started out strong and responsible... adult, even. But then there was alcohol, and things sort of went downhill. I'll replay the night for you by showing you the text messages that I sent out yesterday. Enjoy.

2:37pm Yea or nay to sportsplex? [Sent to my workout buddy.]

2:43pm I was told not to bike so that's out for me. [After he suggested going on a ride. Stress fracture still preventing any weight bearing exercise... arg.]

2:56pm I think exercise will be more theraputic. Endorphins! 4 ok?

5:37pm I'm at sportsplex myself. Swimming rocks. [To my friend who texted me that he was at the Y.]

7:19pm Wouldn't mind having an adult beverage at some point. :)ETA of 745 [To my friend I was going out with. I failed to mention that I already had one adult beverage by this point.]

7:46pm Leaving now

8:30pm Drinking playing photo hunt trying to move nashville to number one drunk city WOO [To my friend in Denver. MSN recently had a listing of the 'drunkest' cities and Denver ranked #1. Nashville was 20-something.]

9:44pm NO naked yet. Oh crap. I'm a bit drunk. [Not a dirty or suggestive text... friend in Denver asked if I was playing 'erotic' photo hunt.]

10:39pm WOO HOO I ROCK [Yeah. Not too sure about this one.]

The end.

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(Stolen from Half Fast's blog!)