Ever look up your name on Google?

January 15th, 2008

We had eaten lunch and my monster wanted to do some quiet reading. I didn’t have anything to do and sat at my desk staring at my computer. Sure, I could fold laundry, or wash the dishes. I just didn’t feel like that though. I know! I can look up my name on Google.

Have you ever done this? It really is fascinating to see where your name is posted out in cyber space. I found many posts for homeschooling groups and places I had posted books for sale. Then, I found some other interesting things.

1) I found that there is a lady (seems like she is about 8 yrs. younger than me) that is a really fast runner. She also lives in Texas and has run in the Boston Marathon. The funny part is that if someone were to look up my name on Google, they would see some of her smokin’ race times out there. Sadly, most of those aren’t “my” times. Wish they were though.

2) I found that there is a Linux nerd that shares my name. He is all over the Internet giving advice to other computer people. Pretty cool.

3) There is a lady out there that is a nurse with my name.

4) There is a computer nerd chat board that had my name on it. The person that posted said my maiden name and then talked about me. I have NO IDEA who that person is. If you are reading this and posted about me, let me know. You creeped me out! LOL

It is funny how we think that we are unique on so many levels. Granted, we are all different, but someone out there might have the same name. Looking up my name was an interesting way to spend 10 minutes on Google.

Long Distance Running & Losing Toenails

January 15th, 2008

This is probably going to sound gross to folks that don’t run. Long distance runners have a habit of losing toenails. It doesn’t matter how expensive (or how many sizes larger they are) your shoes or socks are. It doesn’t matter if you have runner’s glide between your toes. You WILL lose toenails.Black toenails

First, you will get blisters under the toenail bed. Then, a day later you will notice bruising under the toenail. A few months later, the nail will fall off. Pretty gross and not very attractive with those summer sandals.

When I trained for my first marathon, I lost 5 toenails. My husband said that I had the feet of Golem from Lord of the Rings (“My Precious… Feet!”) When I trained this last year for my half and full (which I didn’t get to run due to injury), I lost 3 toenails. Right now, it appears I have lost 3 again. Not attractive.

Funny thing is, your feet really only hurt for about a day. It is the lovely bruises and eventual loss of the toenail that stays with you MUCH longer.

Besides the “rub-burns” from my running bra and clothing, I have the loss of toenails to look forward to. Of course, those are small prices to pay to reach the finish line. I know….those runners sure are crazy. That’s ok. We know. We don’t care. *big grin*

Signed up for the “Goofy” Race in 2009

January 14th, 2008

Mickey clip art*Gulp* I did it. I paid my $235 and signed up for the Walt Disney World “Goofy” Race in 2009. What is the “Goofy” race? One day, you run 13.1 miles, rest. The next day, you get up and run a full 26.2 miles, collapse. Hopefully, after those two days, I will be able to enjoy the parks with my family.

The best part about the races (besides the 3 t-shirts, medals, seeing all the characters cheer you on) is that you get to run through all 4 amusement parks (i.e. Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Animal Kingdom, and MGM). How cool is THAT?! Of course, that means that you have to run almost 40 miles in 2 days. (Seriously, WHAT AM I THINKING?)

So, now that I have charged my life away on my credit card, it is time to look into training. The program that I have used thus far is the Hal Higdon plan. If you haven’t seen this man, he is 70+ yrs. old and a MACHINE when it comes to running. I am following his plan right now. I ran 11 miles yesterday and had a fantastic run. I only average 10 min. miles, but I am okay with that. For me, running isn’t about how fast you do it. It is about DOING it.

I have the 3M half marathon on 1/27/08 and the AT&T half marathon on 2/17/08. I am ready for them both. After my races, I want to visit my husband’s doctor about my hip. I believe that I might have a problem with Hip Bursitis . I am hoping that the doctor can give me some advice on how to deal with it. From what I have read, losing weight and exercising less helps. Well, I can deal with the first one, but the second? That just isn’t going to happen.

Silly how I can be nervous now about something that won’t be happening for a year, huh?WDW map I told myself that I want to run 10 marathons before I am 50. Well, I have 1 under my belt. Here is to 9 more in the next 11 yrs. That is doable, right? Sure!

Anyone need a cup size or two? You can have mine!

January 10th, 2008

If you are a woman, you probably wear a bra. Most women guestimate their bra size and go to their local mall to buy them. Not a big deal. However, the majority of women don’t wear the correct bra size. They either choose a size that is too small around for their rib cage or they choose a cup size that is too small (thus having “overflow” spilling over the top).

I started wearing a bra in 5th grade. Yup, I was the first unlucky girl in my class to get her bra *SNAPPED* by all those immature 11 yr. old boys. Ah…what fond (NOT!) memories those bring to me. Anyway, I grew (bosomly speaking) over time. When I became pregnant, I was a 36C. Not HUGE, but definitely “out there”. I had women tell me when I was pregnant: “Don’t you worry. Once you have your baby, your chest will shrink dramatically!” Ah hmm…you were wrong.

I did not shrink, I grew. I had this made blatantly clear this last weekend when I had my first official bra fitting. Why? My mother-in-law (who is my dearest friend and I secretly want to kick her for doing this to me) thought it would be a good idea to get a fitting so I would have a “correct sized” bra. She felt that I needed more support in the formal gown I will be wearing to my sister-in-law’s wedding.

Bra MeasureLet me just say, I’m sort of shy at times. I am not a tiny woman. Sure, I run and try to watch my diet, but I am not a model by any means. A dimple here, a jiggle there. I was a bit apprehensive about taking off my top and existing bra to a perfect stranger.

To make a long story short, the lingerie store lady told me that my correct bra size is now 36DDD! Do you know what that sounds like? The Grand Tetons are smaller than that! I mean, I run long distances with these “girls”. I know that they aren’t tiny, but 36DDD?!!!! *sigh* My sister-in-law thought it was so funny that she had to share the story (not to mention the gargantuan size of my “girls”) with all her friends. I am sure the story has reached the campfire of some remote village in Nigeria by now.

I have to say that my new “undergarment” looks really nice with my formal gown. I guessNothing like old bra advertisements it was a wake up call to go through my lingerie and donate to someone that is less “endowed”. Poor things. They won’t know the joy of having villagers talk about their HUMONGOUS bosoms around the campfire.

Bra recommendations for active women with ample chests: Enell or Moving Comfort Maia. Don’t waste your money with any others. Those are the best.

To the ladies that told me I would shrink after my son was born, you might not want to give out that prediction again. Some of us DON’T shrink. Nope. We become those that wish they were.

To the lingerie store lady, thanks for saying: “They aren’t that big. I’ve seen much bigger.” You did wonders for my morale. No, really.

If anyone is wanting to increase their cup size, I am willing to donate. I have more than I need (AND HOW!!!).

Sleep – A precious thing to have.

January 9th, 2008

You never really miss something until it is gone. Case in point: Sleep. You never really want it until you can’t DO it.Can't sleep

I am usually an 8-9 hour a night sleeper. Some, like my brother, can function on 6 hours a night. I can’t do that. I feel like a complete zombie if I get anything less than 8. That is where I am – getting less than 8.

It is funny how you get used to smells, a touch, a snore. You become attached to those things and depend on them in order to have the perfect “sleeping atmosphere”. As my husband is traveling now, I find that sleep is avoiding me. I stay awake until 12:30-1:00 a.m. only to wake again around 6 a.m. That is NOT 8-9 hours of sleep.

I am not one to drink caffeinated drinks to get my day started. So, I am a zombie. Walking through my day wishing for an hour of quiet and a soft, squishy pillow. “Oh, precious sleep, where did you go?”

Christmas Surprises, New Job, & Changes

January 7th, 2008

Happy new year to you and yours. I am hopeful that 2008 is full of new experiences and great memories. I have to say that the end of my 2007 was far more than I expected.

First, my husband was laid off around Thanksgiving. So uncool of you, Big Blue. After being offered a few jobs that were totally wrong for him, he found a job that was perfect. The pay is amazing, benefits far exceed expectations, but…he is traveling 90% of the time. That is something that he has never done before. Thank goodness he likes to fly. So, we were looking at Christmas with little in our savings, but the promise of a new job and life in 2008.

My father came for a one week visit for Christmas. I wanted to take him all over Austin and show him the sites (and great bar-b-que joints). However, we couldn’t do as much as I would have liked due to a drained savings account. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.

Christmas surprise After he had been with us a few days, my family decided to get some fresh air while I cleaned the house. I was vacuuming away and didn’t hear the doorbell ring. I looked up to see my husband coming in the door with my brother, sister-in-law, baby nephew, and adopted niece. What a surprise!!! My sneaky husband and brother had been planning the visit for a while. Those stinkers! I have to say that having my entire family by me for Christmas made the holiday one of my BEST on record. Sadly, they had to leave on Christmas day. I am so thankful for the special time (although brief) that I was able to share with them.

Now, January is here and our new life has begun. It is strange to have my husband gone on business trips. When you have slept next to the same person for almost two score, you get used to them. Their smells, their habits, their touch. It is like missing a part of you and wondering when you will get it back. I guess you could say it is a kind of drug. The closeness and affection has become an addiction for me. I don’t like going through withdrawl.

I am learning to fill my time. Other than teaching school, I am training for 2 half marathons. I also have plans to do home improvement, garden, scrapbook, paint, sew, and crochet. I also want to squeeze in my 30 or so books this year. Another thing I want to work on is my weakling arms and building up strength. Sure would be nice to have toned arms by summer for my sun dresses.Toned arms

So…I wonder what 2008 will bring. I know that I will need to grow more independent this year. When something breaks, it is up to me to fix it. I want my husband to know that he can count on me to “run the fort” while he is gone. I guess I need to pay more attention to those home improvement shows, huh?

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