Mish Mash

My mind is so jumbled up right now, it’s hard for me to form a coherent thought, much less a coherent blog post, so this is what you get.

  • This was my first vegan Thanksgiving.  It was awesome.  I just made a few dishes and took them to my in-laws’ and made my plate from those dishes, plus a couple of other veggie sides that were there.  Perfect!  (My only cheat was a big ol’ spoonful of my MIL’s potato salad, which has mayo in it.  Her potato salad is worth a cheat.  It’s what I look forward to most at every family get-together.)
  • I’m in the final days of marathon training and I just can’t shake the feeling that I’M NOT READY.
  • Through 17 weeks of training, my IT band has not hurt once and NOW in my lowest mileage week in who knows how long it decides to hurt???  It hurts so bad that it is sore to the touch.  You can FEEL how tight it is just by rubbing the outside of my thigh.  It’s like strumming a guitar string.  The funny thing is that it doesn’t hurt when I run, so that’s good.  I’ve been rolling but apparently not good enough, so I’ll be giving it hell the next few days to make sure I can make it through 26.2 with no problems.
  • Several days ago I got a letter from my old church basically shunning me.  I hadn’t been attending the last several months because I really had an issue with the way some things were handled there.  Well, the letter pointed out the fact that I have neglected the commandment to “assemble and exhort one another” and told me that I was no longer acting as a devoted child of God because of my lack of attendance, and went on to say that because of this it would affect how the members of that church would deal with me in the community.  It basically said since I no longer go to church there, they can no longer have anything to do with me.  It was very cultish.  I’ve always struggled with organized religion but was finally baptized when I was 30, but this horse shit has got me really questioning a lot of things again.
  • My husband turned 40 last week.  He took it like a champ.
  • D is the one that turned 40, and I’m the one freaking out about showing my age.  It seems like every time I look in the mirror I see a new line.  I’m seriously thinking about getting myself Botox for Christmas instead of the Vitamix I’ve been wanting.
  • Bella’s knee has gotten worse over the holiday, and her doctor won’t be back in until Monday.  She’s barely putting any weight on it, but she is still acting her same goofy self, trying to run and play, all tail wags, and her appetite is still good, so I don’t feel like she’s in major distress.  For that reason, I haven’t wanted to interrupt the on-call vet’s holiday weekend and will just wait to talk to her vet on Monday.  I feel like I’ll be playing nurse to a post-op pup in the next few days.  Yay for huge vet bills right here at Christmas…
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Nuts & Bolts

I felt like I wanted to write a post, but I’ve been sitting here looking at  a blank “new post” screen for a good ten minutes, unable to come up with anything post-worthy.  (It doesn’t help that there’s a Cardinals ballgame on distracting me.)  So what does one do when one can’t come up with a full post?

Bullets, baby!

  • Today is Easter, and all day long I’ve been reading people’s posts on Facebook about their Easter church services and such.  I went to church this morning, and it was a completely standard service.  Easter wasn’t acknowledged in anyway whatsoever.  I wanted to ask someone why but I didn’t want to feel like an idiot.  (I attend Church of Christ, so if anybody knows anything about this that I don’t, please enlighten me.)
  • We had a low-key night out with some friends last night.  We gorged on Mexican and then they wanted to go see the new Madea movie.  I had never seen any of them, and after last night I can safely say I’ll never see any more of them.  I did not enjoy it.  It might have been tolerable had it not been for all the ghetto idiots in there yelling out at the screen.
  • The announcers for this ballgame I’m watching are talking right now about extended playoffs this year with an extra wildcard team.  I’m not sure how I feel about this.
  • I haven’t run since the half-marathon last Saturday.  I had planned to take a one-week break just because I felt like I needed it.  Mentally more than physically.  I’m ready to get back at it.
  • I have been so unbelieveably tired this week and weekend.  I thought it was possibly because I had lost so much sleep due to the middle-of-the-night storms through the week, but you’d think I would have caught back up by now.  I fell asleep on the couch after work almost every day, and I took a 2-hour nap both yesterday and today.  And I swear if I closed my eyes for 15 seconds I could be asleep again right now.  I hope I get my energy back when I get back into a running routine tomorrow.
  • There was a bone marrow drive in a town about 20 miles from here yesterday.  I wanted to go, but with these crazy gas prices and my gas-guzzling truck, I didn’t.  I learned on bethematch.org that you can order the kit and join the registry by sending in a cheek swab, so that’s what I did.  Some of the questions I had to answer were insane:  “In the past five years, have you taken money or drugs in exchange for sex?”  Whew!  Good thing I stopped doing that six years ago!
  • Our electricity has gone off at least once a day since it came back on the day after the storms last week.  I’m tired of resetting clocks.
  • It never fails… every time I’m trying to hear something on TV, my dogs will go get their Nylabones and park their asses right in the middle of the living room, crunching and grinding louder than the television.
  • I went through my jewelry chest this week and dug out a few pieces of gold jewelry that I haven’t worn in a long time.  Some of it I forgot I even had.  I sold it for $285.  Score.  Makes me wish I hadn’t hocked my first wedding set for $50 right after the divorce.
  • Four day work week this week!  I’m taking a day of leave on Friday.  The sister and I will be Nashville bound!

Did you have a big Easter service at church? 

Do you donate blood?  I wish I could, but I’m too much of a wuss.  I pass out at the sight of blood.

"Right?"

I hope laughing during church isn’t a sin because if it is, I’m going straight to hell after today.  I really tried to be good.  I tried so hard.  I tried to ignore it, but the harder I tried, the funnier it became.

We had a guest preacher today.  And I honestly have no idea if he was any good or not.  I couldn’t even begin to tell you what our sermon was about because all I heard was one word:  “Right?”  Over and over and over.

(It was like the How I Met Your Mother episode with Robin’s “But, um.”  Or South Park‘s Mr. Mackey and his “M’kay?”)

“You have to hear the word of God, right?  And you have to believe the word of God, right?  But that’s not enough, right?  You have to act on that, right?”

I’m a horrible, horrible person.  I was sitting right there in church thinking what a good drinking game this would make.
I seriously thought I was going to have to get up and leave.  I was in tears trying to keep quiet.

Please tell me I’m not the only one.  When have you laughed when it was completely inappropriate?

Learning to be Truly Thankful

I have so, so many things to be thankful for this year.  Way too many to list here.  2010 has been a blessed year, but we’ll save that for the year-end review.

Thanksgiving is especially sentimental for me this year.  As some of you may remember, I was baptized into the Church in May.  The baptism was following a sermon on what?  Yep.  Giving thanks.  Not forgetting God during the good times. 

We are so quick to go to God when we need something but don’t always remember Him when things are going smoothly.  We take things for granted.  We forget that He is our ultimate provider and that without Him we would have and would be nothing.

I believe everything happens for a reason, and I believe with all my heart that I was meant to go to church that morning after not having stepped foot in one in the better part of 10 years.  I was meant to hear that sermon because, believe me, it couldn’t have affected me more if the hand of God had come through that ceiling and smacked me upside the head.  I HAD forgotten God.  I WAS taking everything for granted.  I WAS one of those people that was all, “Why, God, why???”  when things would go bad and then when things would settle down I returned to my conceited mindset that I was in control.  That sermon was exactly the one that I needed to hear to get me on track.

I’ve learned a lot of things in the past few months.  Seriously.  A LOT.  I didn’t realize how much I didn’t know until I started learning a smidgen of it.  But one of the things that I have learned is how to truly be thankful.  I am thankful for my happy days and sad days, days with trials and days without.  Each and every one is a blessing straight from God.

I Thessalonians 5:16-18 – Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYBODY!!!

Let Freedom Ring

I absolutely love the Fourth of July. It is becoming my most favorite holiday. You still have the friend and family togetherness of Thanksgiving and Christmas without all the stress and expense of presents.

It’s been a super busy weekend but a super fun one, too.

Thursday night I was sitting on the couch in my lounge pants about 8:30 (I’m usually in bed through the week by 9 or a little after.) when I got a text message from my neice asking me if I wanted to go see Eclipse. Ummmmmm….HELL YEAH I WANNA GO SEE ECLIPSE! (Because, seriously, what self-respecting 30-year-old woman would give up the opportunity to go ogle Taylor Lautner?)


(It should be illegal.)

So I got redressed and went to see Eclipse. LOVED it. But it resulted in me not getting in bed until 1 AM. My alarm clock went off at 4:45 the next morning.

I worked all day Friday and went to the grocery afterwards to pick up everything I would need for the get-togethers this weekend. (Little did I know that would be the first of THREE grocery runs I would end up making because I kept forgetting stuff.) That evening I made this:


(Image and receipe both swiped from Erica. It was a hit at the cookout Saturday!)

and did this:

(Disclaimer: Those are not my hands. This was just one of the first images that showed up on a google search.)

I was up again Friday night until after 11:00 and had the ol’ alarm set for 5:00 Saturday morning so I could run before it got hot. Mission accomplished. Sort of. I WAS out on the road by 6:00 or so, but it was already super humid. I got in my six miles but at a pretty slow pace. I was really, really hating this summer running, but I saw something on someone’s blog a couple of weeks ago that I really liked. It said, “Persevere through summer for a fruitful fall.” I wish I could remember whose blog I saw that on so I could give them props here! And Runners World has an article this month saying that for every 5 degrees above 60F you can expect a 20- to 30-second-per-mile slowdown. So I’m not hating on myself quite as much these days.

I came home and took a quick shower and then we were LAKEWARD BOUND! Remember the couple that I told you about us bumping into in Cabo? Well, we’ve been hanging out with them quite a bit lately, and they invited us to go out on their boat with them Saturday and grill at their place Saturday night. So Saturday was a great day–out on the water with good friends, good music, and plenty of beer followed by lots of good food and laughs back at their place.


Not the greatest picture. The shadow across my face makes my front teeth look crooked, but they are NOT.)

Then yesterday was a great church service (we live in a lake resort town, so it was PACKED with visitors in for the holiday), and then my parents came up to visit. We ate burgers and dogs and just visited and played Skip-Bo all afternoon. I don’t think anyone else in the world can make Skip-Bo as competitive as we do.

And since the 4th was on a Sunday, the Post Office is closed today in observance. Woohoo! Bonus day! 🙂 Think I’m gonna head to the gym and come home and lay out. What about you guys? Are you off work today, too?

Freedom

On this Memorial Day, I would like to take just a moment to acknowledge and thank all our fallen soldiers and their families for the sacrifices that they have made to afford us all the freedoms that we know as Americans. You are in my heart and prayers all days, but especially today.

And now this weekend will have another sentimentality for me. I found a new kind of freedom this weekend. I was baptized into the Church yesterday morning. I was raised in the Church, but I haven’t set foot in a church building in probably 10 years. When I heard that an old dear friend was going to be back in the area preaching a gospel meeting this weekend, I decided I’d like to go hear him. Something about hearing the sermon from him… I don’t know. I heard him in a way that I’ve never heard a sermon before.

Now I know I’m no angel, and I didn’t magically turn into one overnight. I’m still me. But I’m a better person now than I’ve ever been, and I know I’ll be a better person tomorrow than I am today. And it is such a GREAT FEELING to know that everything that happened in my life before yesterday is GONE. I’ve made a lot of mistakes and and made a lot of decisions in my life that have always weighed heavily on me, and it’s so liberating to finally be able to let go of all those things. No more fear. No more regret.

A fresh start.