Happy National Strawberries and Cream Day!!!
Run: 3 miles / 35 minutes
I have this sitting on my counter. Another Pinterest find for an all-purpose citrus cleaner. Like Windex type cleaner I suppose. And since I have mason jars lurking around and eat 2-3 oranges a day, I figured I would give it a shot. It is now supposed to sit there for 2 weeks. Odds that Michael tries to drink it?
Since I was breaking out the mason jars, I also made two jars of overnight oats. Strawberry in one and peanut butter in another. Yup, early alarm clocks and overnight oats must mean summer!
Oh, and I GOT PAID! Remember I mentioned a new income source? Well, it did work and I got paid. I will give you the details later.
I am seriously in love with these and will be marching my ass back to DSW to get them.
Sunday was a “rest” day. I ended up spending over an hour on the floors and kitchen. And then we went shopping (browsing) and then to see the new Star Trek. I didn’t like it as much as the first one, but it was still good. J.J. didn’t let me down.
I have a new plan for the week. Ha, let’s see if it works. I am going to do shorter runs but more of them. So it is 3miles x 5 this week. And it is also alarm creep week. I am trying to beat the rising sun.
The book page has been updated. I finished Fahrenheit 451 and started The Fault in Our Stars.
Happy National Devil’s Food Cake Day!!!
Happy National Cheese Souffle Day!!!
All of the time I spent there during their browsing house did help me to be less overwhelmed. But most of it got thrown out the window. I think we stuck with some of the carpet and tile I had picked. And I was adamant on the granite. But the rest of a result of us doing it together.
It all turned out gorgeous and now we can’t wait to see it. The picture is a preview of the kitchen. It doesn’t do it justice.
Today is a packed day of the zoo (Michael got the passes at the libaray) and then a deal for bowling. My ass is still sore from the weights the other day, so I am hoping that the walking around the zoo will help. Which means I need to get a move on.
Happy National Cherry Cobbler Day!!!
Run: 4 miles/ 45:08
Yesterday, I used a Groupon to get these. Gigi’s cupcakes. And damn good thing I got a picture of them. Because I managed to drop the box while putting it in the fridge. Genius. Salvageable, but not nearly as pretty.
Today is the BIG day. We go and chose the design options for the new house today. It can be a day where you get into a lot of trouble if you are not careful. We (meaning I) have a list and it is in some sort of priority order. Let’s see how that goes.
I could go on and on about the child that kicks me in the kidneys throughout a long flight, and the parent that refuses to do anything about it. But this is not that post. This is about those that use the back of my seat to hoist themselves up from the seated position and back down into it.
It works rather like a catapult. The grab the back of my seat, pulling it back like an arrow in a bow. And then let it go, sling-shotting me forward. Sending my upper body hurtling forward and my forehead into the tray in the seat in front of me.
It is not a subtle action. Anyone can feel the give in the seats. What is so hard about making the connection that there is a PERSON in the seat? The seat that is bending to their will of rise and fall.
Might I suggest some lower body work for those that need the extra support? Some squats could work wonders for the quads and the ability to rise up unassisted. Just a thought.