Tire town

We are at Tire Town in Shawnee. It is adorable. Old 50s, 60s furniture, an office/house with a porch to wait and relax on, and everything is clean but there is a layer of dust everywhere. I get quite tickled by places that look like they haven't changed in 40 years -- like going back in time. 

Running - why?

Instead of living in snark town forever I'm moving this blog in a more positive direction. I've started running. My whole life I've had running anxiety. In jr high and middle school the running for the presidential challenge (or whatever torture they inflicted) would cause me to fake sick. One day I drank milk filled with all types of grossness to make myself vomit. I was mercilessly teased by everyone around me for being fat and smelling bad.

Now when I run I have to fight the anxiety that someone is too g to yell at me from their car or make fun of me at a 5k. Amazingly the opposite has happened. At all my 5ks, at least 1 if not more super fit and skinny runner has told me good job or you go girl. At my last race there were half a dozen girls - and one guy who was booking it- who we told each other nice job.

Most importantly, on Facebook I have friends who tell me I'm awesome. I have my group that encourages me and comes to pick me up and run the last half with me when I am the last person.

So the difference are the people around me. The jerks are gone. And if the jerks show up again, I have friends who have my back.

Pain in the

For 3 days I've been off work with terrible back pain. I've wanted to cuss - actually, I have cussed. Like a sailor. I walk around leaning to the right because my left rear end hurts so bad. I mutter obscenities, shuffling my feet in the widened gait of a hobo old cowboy pirate. My son runs up to hug me and I grit my teeth because even the slightest touch hurts. My husband has to help me dress and the pain medicine is putting me into a dry mouth state of boorish crazy. I hope I can go to work tomorrow, even if I sound like Samuel l Jackson and I walk like captain Morgan.

Tmi about UTI

I have a UTI. Just done with the doctor and FINALLY got my prescription. (Cipro!) I was up all last night with hot and cold flashes. The last time I had a UTI I thought I had a brain tumor cause I couldn't think straight. Again, today, I have said a lot of dumb things.

Doctor : "if you take AZO to help with bladder spasms, it will turn your urine orange and stain surfaces orange"

My reply: "okay: I won't pee all over my house like I normally do, then."

Pharmacist: "have a happy valentine's day!"

My reply: "too bad I have a urinary tract infection and I can't celebrate tonight. We'll make up for it this weekend, though!"

I had better keep my mouth shut as much as possible until the drugs kick in. It's like I have ZERO filter on my mouth. I remember one time when my Grandma E was really sick with a bladder infection she was very loopy and out of it. Is your bladder and urinary tract connected to your pie hole ?

Christmas tree

It's almost Valentines Day and our Christmas tree is still up. At least it's a fake tree, so it's not sitting and rotting or anything.

However, our laziness about this tree is ridiculous.

Leapfrog

I am watching leapfrog tonight with my Tornado. The frogs don't know what letter is which. To solve the issue, they are going to the Amazing Alphabet Amusement Park. "ABC FOLLOW ME!" Now they are singing "c'mon the learning path today!"

I think I'll try singing this song at work to prospects.

Check out this video on YouTube:

http://youtu.be/TvwxOJ71QHg

Redonkulous mud

This morning our son, Tornado, decided to play on the swings in our backyard without telling mom and dad.

It was raining this morning. And our backyard is full of clay soil that really sticks to you when wet.

Luckily, I had at least put boots on my son or his tennis shoes would have been ruined. He caked 2 inches of mud on his boots.

I loved mud and being in the rain as a kid. My husband had to be forced outside with a crowbar. As he and I texted back and forth this morning about Tornados redonkulous (hubby's word, not mine) issue this morning, I could feel apprehension dripping from his text message as I suggested playing in the mud may be a good idea (in the right timing)

"Yea, I suppose."