Nightmare on My Street

There has been a plague of nightmares at my house lately. My older daughter woke up two nights ago and thought she saw a man floating above her bed. CREEPY!! Then my younger daughter woke up about five minutes later believing that there were bugs crawling on her. This is the second time she has had the "bug" thing, where I have to explain that there are lots of little flowers all over her sheets and they are not bugs. I changed her sheets after that. So, I have not been sleeping so well, being the dream police around here - the one who soothes the children and sits next to them until they fall asleep. Oh, me so tired.

Now, I do not usually remember my own dreams. But I had one last night that is clear as day in my memory. I was proud of myself for all of the running I have been doing, so I stepped on the scale. It said I weighed 185 pounds!!! ACK!!! What?! And my sisters were there, and reassuring me that the scale was broken, so got another one, which one sister stepped on and it said she weighed 96 pounds, which we all thought was broken in the other direction, so I stepped on it and it said I weighed 185 pounds. So, they both said, "Well, I guess that's what you weigh then." Then I woke up. That was one f-ed up dream, I tell you.

In other news: I successfully completed my practice of half of the ride run - running two miles, biking two, then running two more. I am not stepping on the scale.

Mamma Bear vs. Snatchy Be-otches

I hate jr. high-aged girls. Hate them. I have a daughter who will be heading into middle school (the new phrase for jr. high) who is already experiencing the sting of snatchy be-otches in little groups who are just downright evil. She got pushed into the swimming pool and called names the other day, prompting her to leave the pool after a very short time and call her dad to come and pick her up. And my mamma bear instincts are RAGING. I want to find those girls and call their mothers and get them into big trouble. I want to find older "cool" girls to hang out with my daughter who will taunt those little prisses and give them the stupid eyebrow raise of disdain if they ever think about being mean to her again. I want to swoop in and scoop her up and give her a pill to make her so ultra-cool that nobody does anything but pave her path in velvet and turn pleading eyes towards her that she may grace them with her company. And I can't, and it sucks. And she is who she is (and I think she is great with some room for growth): likes to read, is dramatic, is hot-tempered and easily emotional, hates fashion, moves with some bit of akwardness (though can pogo-stick and ride anything with wheels in moments while I fall off of the things repeatedly), and talks loudly when excited, and says some really funny things with a great vocabulary. And she just wants to have friends in her relatively new school (we've almost lived here a year). So I feel like I send her off like a lamb to the slaughter, and I think it is one of the most uncomfortable things I can think of. And it is uncomfortable because I WANT it to be mamma bear vs. those mean munchkins, but it has to be her...baby bear vs. sleek little cougars with claws. Maybe I'll just get drunk for the next four years or so and hope it goes by quickly. Stupid jr. high girls.

I Still Don't Like It

Well, I am up to 2.5 miles running distance, and am up from 2 times per week to every other day in frequency. But I still don't like to run. I am doing the whole "positive thinking" vibe in terms of things like: "Don't stop!...Don't walk!... You can do this!... Just listen to your music and enjoy the gorgeous weather!" And it helps, but I am waiting impatiently to hit the "runner's high."

Call Now for This Special Offer

On the blogger sign-in page they are always tempting me with "earn money with your blog" buttons, and I am guessing that you can elect to allow product endorsements. I think this is funny, because who would pay me to put their products on this blog? I wonder if I could pick the products? That would be cool. I would pick Tampax, Dove Chocolates, and some sort of diuretic for bloating. Can anyone tell what time of the month it is? I also highly endorse Jergen's lotion with self-tanner. My sister loaned me her bottle and said that if I put on lotion before bed I would wake up with a tan and she was right! It is amazing! And it is not orange colored, either. My legs can be exposed without blinding others! Anyway, I have never checked out the "earn money with your blog" which is probably a good thing. I wouldn't want to subject you all to Enzite and Depends advertisements every time you get on here to read.

A Spoonful of Sugar

I ran once over the weekend, and managed the two miles again. I'm trying to work in a two mile route around my home where there are some hills cuz I am missing that challenge in my training. I am also going to work in a route that has hills where I can do a practice of the ride run, or at least half, where I run two miles, bike two, run two. That's six miles and half of the race. I would like to practice the full thing at least once but will be pretty happy if I get the half practice in.

So, what the heck does this have to do with my title? Well, I ate a half teaspoon of sugar within 15 minutes of running in the morning, on the advice of my brother, to reportedly give me some energy to run longer. And I have no clue if this helped but I discovered that I do not like straight sugar. When I was a kid, I would have loved it if someone would have handed me the sugar bowl and a spoon. So this is another sign that I am old - straight sugar is now gross. Sigh. I'll try a pixie stick next time, though even that sounds gross first thing in the morning. Hey G, can I eat a little powdered doughnut? Those always sound good. And not just in the morning.

Not By the Hair on My...

Chinny Chin Chin!!! I have this one hair that grows on my chin. It is dark, black and thick, so it is really a whisker, not a hair. How gross is that?!! So I pluck the dumb thing and then it does not grow back (I check for a while after I pluck it) for a long time, so I think it is gone. But then it shows up again, and it's like I go to bed one night and it grows a quarter of an inch, hanging there off of the end of my chin, waiting for me to notice. And I have the same reaction every time.. "What the f..., where did that thing come from?!" Then I search frantically for a tweezer to get rid of it. I should look into electrolysis, which might also work to zap my moustache that I also pluck out. That's right, I pluck those little moustache hairs. Waxing gives me little pimple-ish spots all in the corners of my mouth and you can guess how attractive that is. Me and my tweezers - the team fighting against my slow progression towards becoming a man (apparently). Stupid aging process.

More Progress

Ran two consecutive miles this Friday evening, and then ran again on Saturday morning, though not as far. Didn't run today cuz it was raining. So, I went to the movie Kung Fu Panda, which was fun. I plan to run again tomorrow. This is me trying to establish some sort of healthy habit.