Whatnot

I have a confession.

You may not want to ever visit these random parts again after I tell you.

I’ll understand.

You can only take so much weirdness from me before you just have to say, “Enough is enough, Ruthanne! No more!”

I get it.

And it’s okay.

::deep breath::

I don’t make my bed on Sundays.

There.

I said it.

Annnnnd I’m sharing a picture as evidence.

Right about now, I’m feeling very exposed.

And vulnerable.

Hold me.

I’m fairly certain I inherited this from my mother. This drive to always have my bed made. It’s the biggest piece of furniture in my room. Once the bed is made, my room looks 75% better immediately. I love that.

But . . . . on Sundays . . . . I just feel like being a little rebellious.

I tell myself, “Ruthanne, don’t make the bed.”

And I respond to myself, “Okay, I won’t. I can do this. I can totally do this. Look at me being all bad and stuff. Ahhh, yeah . . . . . ::glances over at the bed:: . . . but, it looks really messy. I don’t think I can do this. I can’t do this. It will only take three minutes. Tops. Stop it, Ruthanne! Step away from the bed. . . . Okay, okay.”

The relief I feel on Mondays as I make my bed up is almost indescribable.

Ahhhh, yes. Everything is right in the world again.

I’m weird.

I know this. You know this. I’m sorry.

I got a birthday present in the mail on Saturday from Melissa. It’s a bracelet from Silpada and I love it. It’s so perfect.

My mom was out of town on my birthday, so she’s taking me out tonight for a girl’s night out. Schweet!

I’m really enjoying this birthday. It’s like the energizer bunny. It just keeps going and going and going.

I have made three trips to the library within the past seven days.

My daughter is flying through the books A Series of Unfortunate Events.

She wakes up and reads. She eats and reads. She hurries up with her school work so she can read. She ignores her iPod touch so she can read.

I don’t mind all the trips to the library.

I love it.

In other non-book related yet daughter related news, my girl is registered to run the St. Jude’s Half-Marathon. We’re going to run it as a Mother-Daughter team.

Yes, I’m totally stoked.

I told her we should have shirts made.

We could have “The Dream Team” printed on them.

She gave me the look, which translated into a resounding no.

She said we would have to come up with something other than “The Dream Team.” Sooo, what do you think? Ideas? Inspiration?

There are so many pictures of my mug in this post it will give you the desire to poke yourself in the eye with something sharp.

In fact, go ahead and get a sharp object, so you’ll be ready.

Also, grab a bucket on the off chance your gag reflex flares up.

Mmmmkay?

Here goes Friday’s getaway recap. The one in which y’all have been dying to read about. (Am I just oozing the sarcasm today or what? ::snort::)

We dropped the crew off at the grandparents place and decided to eat lunch right away. We were feeling rather famished. We hit up Panera Bread and did something completely wild and crazy.

We both ordered sandwiches.

::gasp::

It was my husband’s first sandwich in over a year. Since he was diagnosed as per-diabetic last March, he’s cut out almost all bread. Needless to say, there was a lot of “Wow! This tastes so good!” goin’ on.

We ventured over to the sports store and I picked up some more running socks and we both tried on different hydration belts. We’re both interested in trying out something other than the handheld water bottle. It might be nice to run long runs hands free. I fell in love with this one by Nike. It was so comfortable. We bought this one for my man. He saw a few people at the 1/2 marathon last weekend running with similar ones. He tried it out on our run later in the afternoon and he never could find the sweet spot where it didn’t annoy him, so that purchase was a bust. Hate it when that happens.

We checked into the hotel early so we could change into our running gear.

This is my scary happy smile.

Y’all have a scary happy smile, too . . . right?

There were so many people out yesterday ~ walking, running and cycling. Lots and lots of cyclists. The weather was amazing. We ran for three miles and came upon a restroom.

Frankly, I was happy for a short break. I had run the first two miles under a 10:30 pace and I was a bit winded. (All you fast people stop laughing) I paused my Garmin for a good ten minutes and we took a walk break while he returned a phone call.

Oh, and we took a quick mid-run picture.

Priorities, people.

I restarted the Garmin and we headed back. With about half a mile to go, I told him to go ahead and stretch it out. He runs at such a faster pace than I do. I know it’s hard for him to run at my pace.

It’s funny to think last weekend I ran 13.1 miles and less than a week later six miles felt hard. Anyhoo.

We made the short drive back to the hotel to get cleaned up. I was making him take me to a super fancy expensive steak place, so I could inhale a super fancy and expensive steak. Personally, it’s my favorite kind of steak.

Here we are.

All fancied up.

I was really rockin’ my farmer’s tan.

As we walked down the street to the restaurant, I looked over and spotted these guys.

Nu-uh.

Of course, I had to have my picture made with them. My cool status just went up about a hundred fold with my boys.

At dinner my inner redneck came out. I thought some fried calamari sounded really good for an appetizer, but I just wanted to make sure it was what I was thinking it was.

I asked the waiter, “Fried calamari is basically a fried cheese stick, right?”

::pauses::

He blinked, smiled and gently said, “Not quite. It’s fried squid.”

Snort. Out. Loud.

Annnnnd I officially lost all cool points.

Sometimes I amaze myself. And not in a good way.

Happy Easter, y’all!

Just Another Random Monday

and a fun time was had by all

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