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Countdown, now with Mexico!

No, not Ron.

Did you miss me yesterday? Psh, now, don’t tell fibs to spare my feelings. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

The good Reverend MiamiShyner is not in attendance today but she wishes you all a ROCO Friday nonetheless.

As we all may know, the countdown now stands at 20 days until I try to run this 5K. I have faith that I can do it. I’m training and I can do the distance. I’m just hoping that it’s not excessively hot/cold/windy that morning.

Even though formerly Hurricane Ida, currently TD Ida and probably Hurricane Ida again in a few days is a ways away from us, we’re still feeling some of her effects, namely wind. Due to the wind, I was surprised to have come in at under 28 minutes this morning. Not super quick by any means, but way better than I ever imagined I would be when I started the program 8 weeks ago.

You should stop reading here if you do not want to read my sappy relationship stuff.

Who has so many countdowns going on at once? No one in their right mind which means me. 😀

  • Turkey Trot in 20 days
  • Vacation in 48 days
  • Graduation in 92 days
  • And the latest addition to the list, 218 days until the wedding

As some of you may have known, Lovey and I had plans to make it official in the early summer of next year. I was super excited and ran through several location options before deciding on Vegas. Then I changed my mind. I’m a chick, I’m allowed.

Vegas seemed cool but it was also a little bit of a hassle. I’m not all for the details, I just want the end event to be nice (and I don’t want to hire a wedding planner). Vegas fell by the wayside. I found a place closer to home. Literally 5 minutes away from our house. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was…..$20K! WTF man. For one day! I am not ballin’ like that.

At that time, I basically scrapped all wedding plans. I am just stubborn like that. I want it all or I don’t want anything. I’m pretty sure that my mom was bummed about it but I was done. I figured that the money I was saving for a wedding could be used for several other things. I was a little sad but I’ve really never been the one for tradition.

Fast forward to yesterday. Whilst perusing the internet, I came across something that just blew my mind. I could have a ceremony that was far from traditional in a place that was far from home for a price that was far under the place that I had been so excited about. SCORE!

So now, it’s back on. Mom’s excited. Lovey’s excited. Kiddo’s excited (this will be her first time out of the country). I’m excited. I get to have a beautiful beach ceremony in the country I love most right under our own. Seriously, I love it so much that I feel like it’s like going home. I get to spend 9 days being treated like a princess and I can’t wait.

Now, to search for that perfect dres….remember, buck tradition!

Have a great weekend, folks! There’s football to be watched. Let’s go STEELERS!

22 days…tick, tock, tick, tock

Wow, you are going to get SO tired of hearing about this!
But you just can’t stop reading. You think you might miss something cool or funny, don’t you? Of course you do, so first, let me reward you with something I find highly amusing:

WE CAN LEVITATE!

Okay, I can’t. I didn’t get the Evite for training and whatnot. I would be nothing but trouble if I had a superpower like that. Oh, wait, I’m already nothing but trouble. Huh.

It’s Wednesday and that means it’s a circus kind of day. While I had gone back to flying, I’m now heading back to “under the tent” type activities. I realize that you may not know what the heck I’m talking about, but if you’re interested, leave a comment and I’ll explain. Otherwise I’m just talking to hear myself talk, or writing to see the paper fill up.

Somehow, I’ve just realized that I can take a yoga class and an under the tent once a week for the same price of flying once a week. You do the math.

This morning, I finished my run 16 seconds faster than yesterday’s run. That isn’t a lot, but it’s a start.

…….by the way, I’m having my lunch right now and I am so, so disappointed with the plantain chips from the vending machine. I wanted salty and crunchy but got kinda stale and plain instead. Should’ve gotten the Sun Chips like the original plan…….

It’s already November 4, folks. Do you know how much of my NaNoWriMo project I have done? You guessed it, zero words. I don’t know why I sign up for that torture every year. I have yet to complete it…or start it for that matter. Life keeps getting in the way. Shame too, because the story is rolling around up there just waiting to get out. Maybe one day, grasshopper, you will snatch the novel from my head.

Let me take a moment to thank you for stopping by and reading my extra grey matter. I’m going to keep writing it, so you can just keep reading it. 🙂

Until tomorrow….

The Countdown Continues…. And VAMPIRES!

23 days to go and the training continues.

I can’t run every day yet (and I’m not sure that daily running is a great idea) so for the morning workout, I alternate running and a yoga/pilates blend with a full-on yoga class on either Saturday or Sunday, depending on what time the Steelers play.

In case you are unaware, I am scared of needles. Not knitting needles, not sewing needles, but those hollow-tip mofos that burrow into my arm and try and steal my life sustenance. Why? Why do I have such an irrational fear particularly since I’m sporting three tattoos and four ear piercings along with previously having had my tongue and bellybutton pierced? Well, let me tell you.

WARNING! If you are squeamish or share my fear, you might want to skip ahead a couple paragraphs.

When I was but a young lass, I used to have the most horrendous headaches. Could this be before everyone knew what migraines were? Maybe. At any rate, my dutiful parents took me to the hospital because I swore up and down that my head would explode at any second although I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to complain. My mom tried to keep me awake on the way to the hospital but I still dozed off.

Upon arrival to the hospital, my mother gave the pertinent information and in we went. That’s right, in we went. Do you remember those days? When you didn’t have to wait 4 hours in the ER to be seen? Once inside, a nurse came over to draw blood. I am quite certain that it is with this wench that my fears began. Right now, at 35 years old, I have tiny veins that are quite difficult to see, (thankfully, phlebotomists have come a long way) so you can imagine how they would’ve looked about 25 years ago. She prepped me and then poked me. And missed. And pulled out. And poked me again. And missed. (geez, this sounds like a porn) Instead of pulling out the second time, she instead decided to just move the needle around in my arm until she struck red gold.

That. Shit. Hurts. Like. Hell.

That was it, I was traumatized. It never really got any better. My veins didn’t get bigger and the skin on my arms didn’t get any lighter which meant I dreaded any forced bloodletting. I have never donated blood in my life. It used to be that I didn’t weigh enough and then when I did, I started getting inked and pierced annually so they wouldn’t want my blood and I didn’t have to feel bad about not donating.

Once, a phleb went in one arm, poked around, couldn’t find anything, went in the other arm, still couldn’t find anything, and then ended up having to go in the top of my hand. FYI, by the time she made it to top of the hand, my roommate was physically holding me down in the chair trying to get me to calm down. Probably didn’t help that I was mildly hungover and super grumpy as I had just lost my, ahem, friend, at the time.

Back to current day, this morning to be precise. It was time for the annual bloodletting. I hate it, but if I’m paying out the nose for my insurance bi-weekly, I’m damn sure gonna use it for all it’s worth. Fortunately, I had made an appointment because I might have gone ballistic if I had to sit in there with the oldies but moldies and no one to talk to.

I’m happy to report that this morning’s phleb at least had full use of all ten of her fingers. I am NOT down on anyone with a disability, but it isn’t comforting when you’re already nervous for your phleb to have 3 out of 5 fingers fused together on one hand. With the nails painted. #truth

A testiment to the advancing knowledge of phlebs, she knew to use the butterfly before I had to ask for it. In her idle chatter to keep my mind off of things, she tells me how she doesn’t really like using the butterfly because it makes the blood just. drip. out. BLORF! But hey! Not in my case! “The blood is just POURING out of you!” Double BLORF. 5 tubes later she was done minus the blood she dripped on my arm. Look, I know it’s mine, but I still don’t wanna see it.

And so, I survived another year. In another few days I can impress you all with the results of my bloodwork. I know you’re on the edge of your seat……

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