Dear Laundry.

Dear Laundry,

Honestly, why do you hate me so?  How do you multiply yourself day after day?  Why is it that you are NEVER, and I mean NEVER complete? 

I have done all I can to keep you caught up.  I have given you your own special room (AKA The Laundry Room).  I have organized you, labeled you, and cleaned you. 

I have given you baskets of every shape and color. Some with liners.  Some without.  Some large.  Some small.  Some wicker.  Some plastic.  

I have bought the largest machines possible to wash you and dry you.  No matter what I do, you are always the thorn in my side. 

You leave me no choice.  Laundry today, or naked tomorrow.  Some days, I am not sure which would be the lesser of two evils.  

Why does it have to be this way?  Can't we just get along?

Sincerely,
Me

Do I REALLY Want To Do This???

Marathon Mania.  That is what I call it.  Every year we go and watch the local marathon from the 25.2 mile marker.  Every year I say, "Next year, I am going to run it".  Another year goes by, and I say it again.

I am seriously thinking that NEXT year, 2011, is the year.  Am I crazy???  Sometimes I think I may be.  Especially after I look at the pictures I took!  Oh well.  Crazy or not, if my body will hold up through all the training, I just might be one of these crazy people out there next year.  Or not!  ;)

The Barefoot Runner

LOVED that these two were running together :)  I like to call it, The Giant and The Midget.  HAHA!

This is what delirium looks like.

PAIN!

I SO wish that my son's chair hadn't been in the way of this one!  His cup hides the splatters in the gutter ;)

Wonder if this guy made it through BOTH marathons?  2 in 2 days is pretty amazing!

Another Monday.

Mondays.  I wish I could say I liked them.  Right now, I just dread them.  Why???  Well, Mondays are my homework days.  It is just how it works out with my school schedule.  Monday is the day that I have open in my schedule to do all the work for the upcoming week of my six classes and practicum.  I kind of dread the EIGHT hours (sometimes longer) stretch of sitting at my desk and doing assignment after assignment. 

I guess there is a positive side to it though.  It means that during the week I only have an hour here or there that needs to be spent doing homework.  The only homework I have to do other than on Monday is if I need to study for a test, or to do an assignment that was sprung on me last minute.  When I think about it that way, I guess I should be glad for my Homework Marathon Mondays.  It helps not being so stressed out all week. 

Too bad a marathon day of doing laundry wouldn't mean that I was caught up on laundry all week!!!  ;) 

I really have to go.  I have papers to write.  Lesson plans to create.  Reading to do.  Oh, and laundry to be done.

5 Random Questions

1. Did you have a pen pal when you were little (or now)?  Where were/are they from?
Haha.  Actually I DO have a pen pal right now.  I have an elementary school student that I have to write to by email once a week.  It is for one of my college classes.  The elementary students are learning how to use email etiquette and so we were assigned to be their pen pals.

2. If you could do a different job for one day, what would it be?
Hmmm.  You know what, to be honest, I just want to be a Stay at Home Mom, again.  I really miss the days of being caught up on my housework and laundry.  I get so stressed out when my house is an out of control mess.  It has a direct correlation to me feeling like my life is out of control and my higher stress levels.  I am in school full time, so technically I don't work, but is sure feels like I have a full-time job! 

3. Do you remember your biggest fear from when you were little?
I always had a fear of someone being outside watching me through the windows when I was little.  I never wanted the curtains or the blinds to be open when it was dark outside for fear that someone was out there looking in.

4. What do you think is a waste of time? Why?
Definitely Facebook.  So why is it I get on there?  Not sure.  I certainly don't have time to be bored, so it isn't out of boredom!

Sometimes I feel like cleaning my house is a waste of time.  Especially when I can't keep up on it (which feels like just about everyday right now!).  It just makes me so upset to finally get caught up on it and then have it be messed up by the end of the day.  UGH!  Wish my kids could understand this.

5. What is the oldest item you have in your closet?
Um, that's easy.  EVERYTHING!!!  I haven't bought anything new in ages.  I really need to go shopping, but I keep telling myself that I don't want to buy new stuff until I lose 15 lbs.  Which at the rate I am going will be never!

Is It Too Much to Ask???

Dear Denim Pant Makers,

I have been on the hunt for a pair of denim pants.  You would not think that this was a difficult thing to do; however, it is turning out to be quite a feat.  

You see, I am in desperate need of some new casual pants.  I have not replaced my 3 current pairs of denim pants since 2007.  Why do you ask?  Well, because it is like asking for a miracle to be able to find any that fit.

Is it too much to ask that I find a pair of pants that are not made for a teeny-bopper or a grandma?  Why oh why is there nothing in-between?

Is it too much to ask that I find a pair of pants that are not floods?  Yes, I have long legs.  I am proud to have them, but just because my length is a 34/36 does not mean that my waist is a 44, or on the flip side, an 18.

Is it too much to ask to find a pair of pants that are not so short-waisted  that my butt crack hangs out the top and my muffin-top hangs over the sides?

Is it too much to ask that the pants that you actually do design that are high-waisted don't have the ugly-small-high-granny pockets?  As I previously stated, I don't like my butt crack hanging out of the top of my pants, that is true; however, just because I don't want my butt crack hanging out of the top does not mean that I want the pockets so high on my pants that it looks like my butt is underneath my shoulder blades.

Oh, dear Pant Makers.  Why must you torture me so?  All I want is a pair of pants that fit me, yes, me.  Not my teenage daughter, not my mother, just little 'ol me.  Oh, and while you are at it, I would prefer not to pay $125+ dollars for said pants.  Is this really too much to ask?

Sincerely,
Me

Food for Thought.

Sometimes life gets a little bit crazy and we forget to remember the simple things. 

Skunks, Snakes, and Potty Words.

My youngest son went with me on my run tonight.  I am thinking I won't take him with me anymore.  He seems to bring me bad luck. The last time he ran with me. . .we ran into a skunk.  Tonight, it was a snake!!!  SHEESH!!! 

We were about 1 1/2 miles into our run, it was about 9pm, and it was very dark outside.  He was wearing one of those headband headlight thing-a-ma-bobs.  All of a sudden right underneath me in the middle of the beam of light was a snake!!!  I HATE snakes!  They creep me out!  So, I quickly stepped to the side, said a "potty word", and kept running.  I just really wasn't expecting for a snake to be in the middle of the road while I was running.  It freaked me out, and I am surprised I handled it as well as I did!!!

The rest of the entire run my son (who is only 10) kept saying, "Mom, why did you say that word? Hmmmm?  It wasn't like it was that big of a deal.  It was just a snake."  After apologizing for the ump-teenth time, I finally said, "Can you just forget about my potty mouth and keep running please???"  Haha.  I think I traumatized the poor little fella!  I guess he just isn't used to his mom using "potty words".  It just kind of slipped out!  I really didn't mean for it to.  The snake just took me by surprise and out popped the word!

Wonder what I am going to do next time he uses a potty word?  When I scold him for his use of the word,  I am certain he will remind me about my use of a potty word tonight.  Mother of the year award is coming my way, I am sure of that.  NOT!