Gobble Gobble

Thanksgiving rocked.
I had a freakish urge to get up at 6:15 and hit the grocery store for a couple of items. Not many there, bu learned the hard lesson that the store will not sell you wine before 7AM. LAME.

Inn any case, i spend the morning making:

Cranberry cornbread-sage stuffing, Orange-herb Turkey, Corn-leek pudding, Green Beans with caramelized red onions, herbed mashed potatoes and apple pie.




A good time was had by us all, this being the first of many with Major and my ever-growing extended family. Carla, Steve and Deanna joined us and we ended the evening with a wine-fuled bout of Trivial Pursuit - 80s.

Not a bad way to end the night...which for me was passing out at 8:30 on the couch. No black Friday for us today, Major is not up for walking around. XBox, here we come.

rachel rossi, where are you?

Every email I've sent bounces back for the past few months. Your cell is
disconnected. Am debating calling the house number and beginning another
relationship with the answering machine that may or may not be yours. Don't
feel like talking to the assclown, but that may be my only option.

Where, oh where, can you be?

November

Here it is, twelve days to go until the San Antonio Rock and Roll Marathon.
I won't give myself a high-five until the end of the race, as I'm rolling
around on the ground.

October pushed me to my absolute limits with some long runs:
8.45 mi/ 1:26
12 mi/ 2:30:55
8 mi/1:30:24

Will have to push myself this week as I missed a run. Well, I didn't
actually <i>miss</i> it, but I was a big baby about the last two runs and
could barely get up the stairs at home. Back on the saddle and on the wagon
now. That's right, detox began this Sunday - no booze, high-fat foods, late
nights. Did I say no booze? Almost regretting that.

Looking forward to saying that I ran an official half-marathon. Is there
really a need to run a full? Wait and see...

Nasty carrots.

Fall and winter weather in Texas could be described as bi-polar. Hot bitch in heat one day, cold nasty ice queen the next. And yet, still poor excuses to not run.

The Major and I ran 8 miles in the neighborhood yesterday. Half of the route was on a road with mo shoulder, which is a ton of fun after having it rain all night. I got my mileage in with little pain and was still somewhat productive around the house.

It's that thought that made me feel like I would have the same productivity at work on a Monday. DENIED. Turns out I didn't turn the cap all the way on my tumbler so it spilled sixteen ounces of coffee in my work bag. Joy. This was followed by much silliness at work which is of little consequence.

By the time I got home, Domestic Girl was in full effect - I would have dinner on the table in no time. Well, an hour to be exact. Reused some meat sauce, added pasta, more sauce, more cheese, and voila! Dinner. Oh, yeah. The meat sauce has tomatoes and carrots. Which The Boy finds nasty. Which led to the game of "We're the Parents, You're the Kid, Eat What We Tell You." Which further led to the realization that I am not on the other side of the Grown-up/Kid fence. Which lead to a beer.

Now, what's the likelyhood that The Boy will like enchiladas...stay tuned.

Not Procrastinating

...but have three unfinished posts in draft.

*sigh*

One full week with Grendel MIA. Sadness, still.

More, later.

New chapter

It's official. I'm all moved in at the major's/my house. Bedroom furniture all set, all my boxes are in the garage, clothes in the closet, pans in the cabinets. *sigh*

Pooped. Excited. Happy.

Heartbreak Hill of Westcreek, the new location.

Ran a new route with the Major in my new neighborhood. OMFG, the hills, the hills! This will be great practice in both directions once I get feeling in my calves back.

After spending the week slacking and moving from one house to another, running two miles seemed daunting. I have better appreciation for my endurance, as I'm sure I could have squeezed those two miles out on a flat route without feeling like my head was going to explode from hyperventilaion.

The move has been fun and nerve-wracking all at once: how will I get all my stuff to fit in the Major's our house? I'm almost a co-parent to a 10-year old boy with Autism, how can I pull that off when I'm a teenager with ADHD most of the time? Wait, I have to make dinner on a regular basis that isn't cereal? Why is the cat afraid to leave the bedroom? What's that smell? And where are the doo-dads that hold up that thing in the garage? *whew* All this and much, much more.

Next up: my two-day bootcamp at the CIA in San Antonio. I have a feeling there's no coming back from that experience...