Denver Rock 'N' Roll

Here's how it went down:

I should of wrote a letter to my knees as well. My quads are pretty happy today. I'm SHOCKINGLY reporting that my quads don't really hurt.

I'm pretty sure it's because of that letter I wrote them.

But my knees are PISSED!

I'm going to color them a picture today. Maybe fold the paper into a heart and spray perfume on it.


The marathon was awesome. For a first Rock 'N' Roll marathon in Denver, I was surprised how well organized it was, how many people came out for it, that the race SOLD OUT and how many volunteers come out to support the race. This is marathon number five for me and maybe one of my favorites. I held a 4:45 pace until mile 18 and hit my wall.

Hard.

Let me tell you, EVERYTHING HURT.

I think it's because I ran just to see Geoff and the kids. I ran for them. Races this long just hit me emotionally sometimes and when I didn't see them at the point I thought I would, I felt deflated. My fuel was gone and just wanted to click my heals and be back in bed cuddling with my husband.

Then he text me he was at mile 20. I ran to them thinking I would stop for a minute and hug the kids (Obviously I didn't care much about time then.) but when I got to that point and Geoff jumped out to hug me, my legs hurt WAY too bad to stop. They hurt while running and hurt even more to walk.

But lets get one thing straight, labor hurts 100 times more.

Maybe 500 times.

So I kept running.

Mile 20-26 sucked like they always do. I mean, guess this is why they consider marathons a huge accomplishment.

So I turned on some Britney and danced a little "Womanizer" and smiled at the people that came out to support the runners.

And let me tell you another thing. I LOVE running in the ghetto. Whether I'm in L.A. or Denver (if you consider any area here ghetto), I just love running in the less wealthy areas. Not many people come out of their mansions to cheer on runners but you can bet everyone is out of their houses in the less wealthy areas cheering and high-fiving all the runners. Their smiles are infectious, their signs hilarious and it just makes me so happy.

Once you hit mile 26, you turned the corner to see the finish line. Sooo many people were out cheering. I gave high fives to every kid along the way and the guy on the intercom was just funny and happy and I loved Denver so much at that point. Usually I'm dying the last .2 miles but the energy was so infectious I picked up my speed and smiled the entire way.

Inaugural Denver Rock 'N' Roll Maraton 2010: FINISHED


Thanks Denver, you ROCK!

Now I'm going to finish my picture- love you knees...

Dear Quadriceps

I'm just going to take a wild guess and say after tomorrow you will have it in for me.

Would you be kinder if I said I only do it because I love you?



I guess we shall see.


26.2 miles, here I come.

Forget it, I'm just writing this. Warning: I talk about periods.

The marathon is this Sunday.

As in a few days away.

As in

A

FEW DAYS

AWAY!

And I'm doing the period dance. After Sawyer, my cycle became a lot heavier and more crampy and then times that by five after pushing out Charlotte. I'm due for it in a few days, like MARATHON DAY and if that is when little miss evil chooses to make her appearance, this marathon is going to SUCK.

So, do a dance with me.

I'm also really pissy.

PMS related? No, couldn't be, right?

I'm just all annoyed with people. People I haven't even met or talked to in my life, close friends, EVERYONE! I just feel like people are sooo disappointing.

And here is the kicker: people that open their mouth way too much I'm REALLY annoyed at.

Are you seeing the irony? Basically I'm mad at anyone like me. I mean, really?

So I'm kinda staying quiet because my intention is not to tear anyone down and DAMN am I good at that.

So, this is me quiet. Anyone else hate me or is it just me?

Because I'm awesome.

Confuse-a-cat.

Because I'm pretty.

I was sanding our stair railing (banister?) and sent my husband this picture with attached message:


"If you think I'm sexy and you want my body, c'mon baby let me know..."






Should I be offended?


Because,

he didn't respond.

Pregnant Vagina

Did you guys notice the new stats button on Blogger?

I mean, I notice things WAY late so this may have been here forever.

For those that read and don't blog (Are there any, really?), most bloggers are ADDICTED to stats.

C'mon, admit it.

We like to see how many people, who clicked on what, blah, blah, blah.

Note to stalkers: I know who you are.

If I had any. Damn.

Anyway, I clicked on this new "Stat" button and saw that the number one way people get to my blog through Google is by searching "Pregnant Vagina?".

Seriously.

Sooo, let me clear the air, that vagina thing can not house a baby, it is merely the trap door. Kind of like the red carpet entrance and a possible fire escape.

Are you catching me?

The floor is open, I know you guys have more questions and like those secret boxes in health class, you don't even have to write your name, just throw out those questions you have always been dying to ask. I'm here for you.

Basically, I'm full of wisdom and less harrier than that health teacher you had.

Love to love to love you, love you,


me.

WINNER and house pictures.

The winner of the awesome art giveaway from Cori's Etsy Shop is...

Comment Number 15: Tera from Olive Hue Designs. Tera is actually an artist as well with her own etsy shop. Congrats Tera!!!


Tera says, "Oh my gosh - her stuff is totally cute and charming! I love "away she went".
Thanks for the intro to another fabulous artist! There are so-o-o many shops on Etsy it's hard to keep up.
Thanks for stopping by my blog this morning! ;)"


Robin mentioned in my comments it would be hard to know if I was abducted by aliens because I don't blog daily.

And it's so, SOOOO true.

Besides being crazy busy with this house my two year old now refuses to let me use the computer. NO JOKE, he will close the laptop every chance he gets and if he HAPPENS to be entertaining himself, I have Charlotte to feed and change and, well, the list goes on. It takes me DAYS to just get a tiny post finished.

But I do have lots to say (as usual) and will post whenever I can, because, your comments just make me pee my pants laughing and THAT is why I blog!

Here are a few projects we've been trying to complete the last few months.


Our most current project is the kitchen. I just painted all the oak cabinets a creamy white. We are putting crown molding on top of the cabinets today and in the process (between childrens' cries) of putting all the hardware on. Here is a "in the process" set of kitchen pictures.










Here is a before of our guest bathroom:


And after, all done on a $40 budget!


Sawyer's room. More pics to come in another post one day!


Kids' Bath. Again, on a $40 budget. Painted vanity, new hardware, towels, etc.



I still need to put mirrors up in their bathroom.






And another ongoing project is the second guest room/sewing room. Believe it or not, this isn't even the BEFORE picture. When we were in the process of buying this house, the bank failed to winterize in time leaving frozen and eventually broken pipes right outside this room. Geoff had to cut FIVE holes in the walls, FIVE! The holes were left alone for a while and about two months ago, Geoff drywalled them leaving the rest up to me.



Not fully an after. I'm going to upholster a headboard, I need to hang the curtains, hang the art and order myself a few pictures from Cori's shop. The etsy shop that inspired me!




Love you guys! More to come soon, the kids are crying...

But if I WAS abducted, you guys better act all sad!

Geoff left for sailing class last night and I was alone.

All by myselffffff.

It was sad.

Okay, so Sawyer and Charlotte were here but once bedtime hits, they are no fun.

I'm not a fan of being in this house alone. I feel like mountain lions and bears can make their way in and attack me.

To ease my mind, I turned on some instant Netflix.

NEVER WATCH A GHOST SHOW WHEN BY YOURSELF.

I totally loves ghost stories. They make me happy and freaked at the same time and it's a fun little place to be in: happily freaked. Not last night though.

After watching some ghost stuff, I was sure a dead mountain lion was haunting me. Okay, maybe just dead people but that doesn't sound any better does it?

And just when you think I'm nuts, GUESS WHAT HAPPENS?!?!

The pantry door opens on its own. NO FREAKIN' JOKE. It opened and creaked just like a scary movie.

So I was like, I OPENED A PORTAL BECAUSE I WATCHED A GHOST SHOW!

And to totally be a hypocrite, I've always said I wanted a ghost so I can be all,"Yo, ghost, seriously, what do you have to do today? Get some of those dishes done and maybe some laundry. I AM PAYING YOUR RENT!"

See, how perfect would that be?

But when the pantry door opened, I was like , "AHHHH! Ghost!!!!"

I then go on facebook to chat with anyone that was on and would talk to me so I could ignore the ghost and of course no one really wants to indulge me in an hour long conversation about NOTHING. I called it quits,closed the computer and got into bed.

I saw some crazy weird lights in the sky and KNEW it was UFOs out to get me. I don't even BELIEVE in them and of course they are flying outside my window on a night when Geoff isn't home.

I was totally going to be abducted by scaly alien creatures with fast flying, weird-lighted UFOs. Of course it happens this night. A BY MYSELF night. Ugh. Sooo not convenient aliens!

I turned on the lights because I figure they only attack people when the light is off and peeked out the window to get a closer look.

It was an airplane, you know with like passengers and not aliens.

I try to fall asleep but worried about Geoff driving home at night in the super dark and being safe and all that. It's like 10:30pm, he should be on his way home and there it is.

The call.

From someone I don't know with my area code calling LATE at night.

A pit formed in my stomach.

No one calls me this late, especially someone I don't know.

"Hello"
"Hi, is this-

I start freaking out. Is this? IS THIS?!?! If they ask for me and it's a stranger, I'm going to freak. It's going to be a hospital, Geoff got hurt, our other car is in the shop right now, I have no way to get to him. I start thinking about friends I can call to come get us and take us to see Geoff.

She continues,

"24 Hour Fitness?"

Of all the people you can call this late at night and dial wrong.

I now love-hate 24 Hour Fitness. Love them for not being the hospital, hate them for making me worry so much.

Geoff got home not too much later.

I was safe. Geoff was safe. The ghost didn't make another appearance and I wasn't abducted.

I think I need to be medicated.

Drunk or Kid?

I don't like when people apologize for being gone from blog land. I mean, it's the internet, we SHOULD have another life right and I don't think anyone should owe us an apology for that?

Note to self: Get life.

BUT when I'm away I can't help but want to say I'M SORRY!!! See, I can't even follow my own rules.

I've been painting so much every dream I've had recently is about paint. PAINT?! I miss those crazy sex with Geoff dreams I used to have, now THOSE were fun.

(Ummm, is his family reading this? I mean, I miss those dreams I used to have with Geoff were we would go to church and read books.)

I also started teaching Kickboxing again. Woo-hoo. Sooo, I've been supah busy BUT on the way to class they were playing a game on the radio that I thought I would play with you guys:




DRUNK OR A KID????


Sooo, I'm going to tell you a story and you have to tell me whether I was plastered or a kid.

Easy right?

And you play too!!! Tell me a story in the comment or in your blog and link it on over so we can all take a guess!


Here goes:

I stayed the night at a friend's house and peed in their sock drawer in the middle of the night. Oops.

Drunk or Kid?

(Answer will be up next week along with links to you if you put a story!)

Belle Baby Carrier Winner!

The winner of the Belle Baby Carrier is...

Lucky comment #43- Jess and the Boys


Congrats Jess, these baby carriers ROCK!



I have so much more to post but my husband is taking this laptop to some sort of computerey smarty-pants convention today.

I hope everyone had an awesome Labor Day weekend and I will back soon with lots of words and pictures. We've been working hard over here!


Peace, love and buying the wrong ceiling paint,

Us