My love for an Adirondack chair started a few years back. We were living in the south where ferns, a ceiling fan, and Adirondacks seemed to be the standard on the front porch. I was quite impressed with how they sat. The chairs seemed to fit almost any body type and size. Once you sink back into the contour you just have to stay for awhile. Yes, they are comfortable but also a little difficult to exit. That is why I believe they have wide armrests. You can sit multiple plates of food and beverages next to you and not have to get up as often.
Converse and his dad decided to make us a pair. Neither Converse nor his dad like to do things half way. So the chairs ended up weighing a ton. You could not rearrange them. They were so heavy in fact, I often teased that if a hurricane were to come I was just going to tie myself and Nike Girl to the chair and hope for the best.
We still have one of those original chairs 6 years later, the other one blew out of the truck bed during one of our "do it-ourselves" moves. Converse insisted it was too heavy to be tied down, it was not going anywhere. I agreed. One of those Aha moments when I am glad I never tested the hurricane theory with the chair especially with Katrina.
So here we are today with spring approaching this Saturday on the calendar but realistically within the next three months, ...I am getting anxious to get outside and enjoy nature. I have been sitting inside for months looking at our covered arbor daydreaming about sitting under it with the moss and ivy, listening to the locusts and frogs, watching lightening bugs while getting eaten by mosquitoes. So relaxing. I mentioned to Converse that he needed to make us some more Adirondack chairs. Great idea but probably not going to happen anytime soon. Temperatures are forecasted to be near 60 this Thursday and Friday before the snow on Saturday. This is our chance to get outside! But wait where will we sit?
So in true "New Balance" fashion...little impulsive...I loaded up the girls this evening and headed to a local hardware store where Adirondack chairs were advertised for less than 15.00. Ok, plastic, I know, but bright red. How cool. Besides will Converse even notice? A fairly cheap temprorary fix. We are going to enjoy the warm weather outside in Adirondack chairs no matter what we have to endure!
Top Ten Lessons learned from my Adirondacking obsession:
10. Why did I wait until everyone was tired to go on this adventure?
9. Why did the wheels on the cart I picked out squeal and constantly turn to the right?
8. Why did I spend 30 minutes looking around the store for the Adirondack chairs, only to be told by the sales associate with an attitude, who was 12 maybe 13 ,that they have about 500 sitting outside by the entrance?
7. Why is it the chairs are outside where the air is in the upper 30's with a strong north wind and we didn't wear coats?
6.Why did I not remember it had rained and not notice the contoured chairs were full of water when I lifted them into the cart soaking myself?
5. Why do my car keys always fall to the bottom of my purse/diaper bag/ bookbag/ medicine cabinet/ vending machine messenger bag when I desperately want to use them?
4. Why didn't I park closer under a light?
3. Why is the back of the SUV loaded down with three blow up air guitars and a microphone, two dolls, one backpack and a hula hoop? Oh wait is that also the shoe Weebok has been missing?
2. Why didn't I remember when the Adirondacks were finally in and the door was shut that I still had two children to fit in the vehicle? Someone is taping this, I can feel it, I am going to be on You Tube.
1. Why again did I buy two red plastic Adirondack chairs that we will enjoy for 24 hours before it snows again then will fade the first time the sun hits them?
All for the love of the game...Adirondacking- not a sport for the weak.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Today opted for a bike ride and breakfast on the trail. Corn Pops to be exact. Played red light green light on some big rocks that Nike Girl had to climb....we froze! It was muddy, cool, and damp. We made it back home and were covered in mud like true mountain bikers. Fun but stayed in the rest of the day. Hope to run tomorrow and Shred. Long run will be Thursday I am thinking, need to see the forecast. And of course do a little Adirondacking!
3.11.2010
It Ain't a Party til There's Cheese Cubes
Oh I just couldn't wait. I knew Nike Girl was going to be pumped when she found out about the annual Daddy/Daughter Dance at church. Converse and I exchanged looks and just nodded when we saw it in the bulletin. This was going to be Nike Girl's moment to shine! A reason to wear those 3 inch heels, that as a mommy physical therapist, went against my better judgment to allow. A reason to wear that 70 % off irridescent sleeveless dress she has been begging me to let her wear to school on a non-PE day...that I found during a snowstorm in December. A reason to get in my make-up drawer, well it is more like small bag, but you get the point. I just couldn't wait for the moment Converse sprung the news on her and actually asked her if she wanted to go.
Finally the day arrived that Converse asked. Video camera rolling....."Nike Girl would you like to go to a very special dance with daddy?" Pause. " A dance, like a real dance with real music?" Converse nodded. " Where?" "At church." Pause. Still pausing.... " Yes, I think so." Pause. Long pause. Sigh. "Daddy will there be cheese cubes there?" Blank stare from daddy. " I imagine there will be a food table." Pause. "But will there be cheese cubes? I love cheese cubes you know the kind with little wooden sticks." Pause. Converse and I holding back the laughter. " I think the bulletin mentioned we can bring refreshments if we would like to." Pause. "Well ok, I will go as long as we bring the cheese cubes." When I originally thought of reasons she would be pumped not once did I think cheese cubes. Go figure.
The days that followed I was asked at least once a day if I had bought the cheese cubes. Converse was even asking me. Yes, family we have cheese cubes! So the night came. Nike Girl put on her sleeveless dress, high heels, and lipstick. Lipstick Nana had left at our house that was "rawther red". I had a quick lesson in less is more in the make-up department. She helped me arrange the cheese cubes in a fancy blue bubble bowl. We helped daddy get his pink tie on, what a sucker for his girls, and Weebok and I sent them off to the dance. It was Big Sissy's moment to shine and she was shining! Converse was, too!
Weebok and I waved good-bye then had quality time eating cheese cubes at home as they all would not fit in the bowl. Seriously, cheese goes bad, we had to eat it. Converse called half way in the middle of the evening. He simply said, " The cheese cubes were a hit."
They arrived home. Nike Girl was fast asleep with a fruit punch mustache and food stains on her dress. That's my girl! I learned a lot from her that night. When I think back to all the dances I have ever attended I would of had a lot more fun being less worried about who asked me to dance if I would have went into the dance with the motto, "It ain't a party til there's cheese cubes!" I will remind her and her sister of that very motto someday. If I am not too old and can remember where they are going.
Peace,
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report:
It has been awhile since posting due to a SPAM take over. But it has been resolved. (Thanks to A Cajun Down Under blogger-great blog to check out by the way) Wow, what a great weekend. Ran 7 miles while the family biked on the trail with me. Awesome. Hamstring seems to be healed. Continuing to do the Shred. That hurts, it makes me realize running is not enough to stay in shape. Of course, cheese cubes don't help my cause. I am still debating on which race to pick next. Need to decide.
Finally the day arrived that Converse asked. Video camera rolling....."Nike Girl would you like to go to a very special dance with daddy?" Pause. " A dance, like a real dance with real music?" Converse nodded. " Where?" "At church." Pause. Still pausing.... " Yes, I think so." Pause. Long pause. Sigh. "Daddy will there be cheese cubes there?" Blank stare from daddy. " I imagine there will be a food table." Pause. "But will there be cheese cubes? I love cheese cubes you know the kind with little wooden sticks." Pause. Converse and I holding back the laughter. " I think the bulletin mentioned we can bring refreshments if we would like to." Pause. "Well ok, I will go as long as we bring the cheese cubes." When I originally thought of reasons she would be pumped not once did I think cheese cubes. Go figure.
The days that followed I was asked at least once a day if I had bought the cheese cubes. Converse was even asking me. Yes, family we have cheese cubes! So the night came. Nike Girl put on her sleeveless dress, high heels, and lipstick. Lipstick Nana had left at our house that was "rawther red". I had a quick lesson in less is more in the make-up department. She helped me arrange the cheese cubes in a fancy blue bubble bowl. We helped daddy get his pink tie on, what a sucker for his girls, and Weebok and I sent them off to the dance. It was Big Sissy's moment to shine and she was shining! Converse was, too!
Weebok and I waved good-bye then had quality time eating cheese cubes at home as they all would not fit in the bowl. Seriously, cheese goes bad, we had to eat it. Converse called half way in the middle of the evening. He simply said, " The cheese cubes were a hit."
They arrived home. Nike Girl was fast asleep with a fruit punch mustache and food stains on her dress. That's my girl! I learned a lot from her that night. When I think back to all the dances I have ever attended I would of had a lot more fun being less worried about who asked me to dance if I would have went into the dance with the motto, "It ain't a party til there's cheese cubes!" I will remind her and her sister of that very motto someday. If I am not too old and can remember where they are going.
Peace,
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report:
It has been awhile since posting due to a SPAM take over. But it has been resolved. (Thanks to A Cajun Down Under blogger-great blog to check out by the way) Wow, what a great weekend. Ran 7 miles while the family biked on the trail with me. Awesome. Hamstring seems to be healed. Continuing to do the Shred. That hurts, it makes me realize running is not enough to stay in shape. Of course, cheese cubes don't help my cause. I am still debating on which race to pick next. Need to decide.
3.01.2010
So Along Old Friend
The following is a tribute to the "Ol' Rugby Couch".
(Bought 1996- Retired 2010)
Dear Rugby Couch,
You had us at Hello! It was a cold winter day in Denver, Colorado when our paths first crossed. You were sitting in a very disorganized furniture store surrounded by your friends made of all shades of beige. Converse and I had just bought our first townhouse and we needed furniture (besides the hand me down green tweed beast with the hideaway mattress that weighed 4 tons). We had been looking for a few weeks not able to find what we wanted. We were about to give up hope and settle for the vanilla sale couch in the window. When from the corner of our eyes we saw you. We were drawn to your vivid rugby striped colors. You were different than the others. Ugly, maybe, but within our price range. Converse and I cautiously sat down not knowing what to expect. It was love. We sunk into the pillow back and felt like we had owned you for 20 years. "Sold!", the salesman placed the sign on your back. I was so anxious to get you home I decided to not get you sprayed with scotchguard. So we loaded you up and the journey began.
You moved with us each time we decided to fly by the seat of our pants and try a new adventure. 7 states, my friend, you moved with us. You are featured in every photo album to date we have. You were the home to Allie Dogg and Sophie the Pug, not to mention Converse's brother once in awhile. You weathered through salsa and chips even melted chocolate bars and gum. Imagine if I would have had you scotchguarded. You were faithful through the late nights with the babies up screaming and Converse yelling and jumping up and down for many a Sunday football game. You were the foundation for many a fortress in the living room as well as an indoor trampoline. As with any couch, the years began to show and your cushions began to feel like plywood. You became super faded. You were a faithful friend who would not fit through our basement door in our new home. We had to consider our options. It was time to let you go. So along old friend. Hope you enjoyed the ride as much as us. Go in peace.
We sent the ol' Rugby couch off to goodwill. We have high hopes for the final journey. Perhaps a frat house or a bachelor pad.
Peace.
The "New Balance Gal"
Running Report:
6 miles outside on the trail on Saturday and it felt good! I need to pick a race! I am ready to run, again!
(Bought 1996- Retired 2010)
Dear Rugby Couch,
You had us at Hello! It was a cold winter day in Denver, Colorado when our paths first crossed. You were sitting in a very disorganized furniture store surrounded by your friends made of all shades of beige. Converse and I had just bought our first townhouse and we needed furniture (besides the hand me down green tweed beast with the hideaway mattress that weighed 4 tons). We had been looking for a few weeks not able to find what we wanted. We were about to give up hope and settle for the vanilla sale couch in the window. When from the corner of our eyes we saw you. We were drawn to your vivid rugby striped colors. You were different than the others. Ugly, maybe, but within our price range. Converse and I cautiously sat down not knowing what to expect. It was love. We sunk into the pillow back and felt like we had owned you for 20 years. "Sold!", the salesman placed the sign on your back. I was so anxious to get you home I decided to not get you sprayed with scotchguard. So we loaded you up and the journey began.
You moved with us each time we decided to fly by the seat of our pants and try a new adventure. 7 states, my friend, you moved with us. You are featured in every photo album to date we have. You were the home to Allie Dogg and Sophie the Pug, not to mention Converse's brother once in awhile. You weathered through salsa and chips even melted chocolate bars and gum. Imagine if I would have had you scotchguarded. You were faithful through the late nights with the babies up screaming and Converse yelling and jumping up and down for many a Sunday football game. You were the foundation for many a fortress in the living room as well as an indoor trampoline. As with any couch, the years began to show and your cushions began to feel like plywood. You became super faded. You were a faithful friend who would not fit through our basement door in our new home. We had to consider our options. It was time to let you go. So along old friend. Hope you enjoyed the ride as much as us. Go in peace.
We sent the ol' Rugby couch off to goodwill. We have high hopes for the final journey. Perhaps a frat house or a bachelor pad.
Peace.
The "New Balance Gal"
Running Report:
6 miles outside on the trail on Saturday and it felt good! I need to pick a race! I am ready to run, again!
2.23.2010
We're Raptors Yo Yo We're Raptors
Ever get stuck on a song and repeat it aimlessly and without direction while doing laundry, mopping the floor, driving to work, waiting in line at the grocery store, I could go on and on.......Well, you'd think I could at least get stuck on a song that had meaning. But no, no I am on day 4 of repeating "We're Raptors Yo Yo We're Raptors".
Nike Girl has a Spring Musical (I find the word spring a little misleading since tonight it is suppose to be 6 degrees people!) next week and will be performing a rap song about dinosaurs. She has one song and one line to memorize. She is going to be prepared ,well ,sort of.....she still has to look the part.
Why, oh why did I not pay attention in 8th grade Home Ec class? I mean I loved the cooking section because we got to eat. Food is simple, heat it up, cool it down, eat. But the sewing, that was out of my league. I found coordinating the gas pedal while it ate my fabric with a piercing needle only millimeters from my fingers, to be dangerous, very dangerous. But now I am regretting my cowardly avoidance. I have been asked by the music department to make Nike Girl a dinosaur tail and head. I am serious!
To make matters worse, Nike Girl is terrified of dinosaurs. She "hates" them and lets everyone know this fact. This all stemmed from her GeeGee and Grampy taking her to a 3D Imax theatre about dinosaurs when she was 4. Great learning experience right? She closed her eyes most of the time and would peek once in awhile until the T-Rex jumped out at the audience making everyone scream and then turned around and ...remember I can't possibly make this up......it turned around and poo'ed! And in 21st Century 3-D technology, the poo appeared to fly out and get all over the audience! We lost her at that point and to this day almost 3 years later she is finally getting over the flyin' poo.
So , yo, if anyone is out there following this blog please wish us luck. Break a leg. Don't sew your fingers together. Anyone have a used Barney suit from Halloween? Yo, Yo We're Raptors.....
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: It snowed , and is still flurring, and had minus zero wind chills. Ran 3 on Sat. in hopes of goin' long after church on Sunday. Also went ice skating at a new outdoor rink that was having a Kids Olympic Games. Fun Fun. Sunday I was goin' 6-8 on the treadmill. At 4 on Sunday I just couldn't go anymore. The squirrels weren't even in the trees playing. I was depressed. So I also did the Shred again while Weebok wanted a pony ride during the push-ups. That was added difficulty. Highlight of the weekend: Weebok told her big sissy "I Love You" and kissed her. She hasn't said it again. Priceless.
Nike Girl has a Spring Musical (I find the word spring a little misleading since tonight it is suppose to be 6 degrees people!) next week and will be performing a rap song about dinosaurs. She has one song and one line to memorize. She is going to be prepared ,well ,sort of.....she still has to look the part.
Why, oh why did I not pay attention in 8th grade Home Ec class? I mean I loved the cooking section because we got to eat. Food is simple, heat it up, cool it down, eat. But the sewing, that was out of my league. I found coordinating the gas pedal while it ate my fabric with a piercing needle only millimeters from my fingers, to be dangerous, very dangerous. But now I am regretting my cowardly avoidance. I have been asked by the music department to make Nike Girl a dinosaur tail and head. I am serious!
To make matters worse, Nike Girl is terrified of dinosaurs. She "hates" them and lets everyone know this fact. This all stemmed from her GeeGee and Grampy taking her to a 3D Imax theatre about dinosaurs when she was 4. Great learning experience right? She closed her eyes most of the time and would peek once in awhile until the T-Rex jumped out at the audience making everyone scream and then turned around and ...remember I can't possibly make this up......it turned around and poo'ed! And in 21st Century 3-D technology, the poo appeared to fly out and get all over the audience! We lost her at that point and to this day almost 3 years later she is finally getting over the flyin' poo.
So , yo, if anyone is out there following this blog please wish us luck. Break a leg. Don't sew your fingers together. Anyone have a used Barney suit from Halloween? Yo, Yo We're Raptors.....
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: It snowed , and is still flurring, and had minus zero wind chills. Ran 3 on Sat. in hopes of goin' long after church on Sunday. Also went ice skating at a new outdoor rink that was having a Kids Olympic Games. Fun Fun. Sunday I was goin' 6-8 on the treadmill. At 4 on Sunday I just couldn't go anymore. The squirrels weren't even in the trees playing. I was depressed. So I also did the Shred again while Weebok wanted a pony ride during the push-ups. That was added difficulty. Highlight of the weekend: Weebok told her big sissy "I Love You" and kissed her. She hasn't said it again. Priceless.
2.19.2010
And Snowballs Fell from the Sky
Today was a good day. It snowed snowballs. It was beautiful huge wet clumps of snow perfect for a snowman. The pug didn't like it so much. She still doesn't get that she is a dog. Today Nike Girl started ice skating again after a little break and Weebok found sugar cookies to be delightful especially dipped in milk. Great weather to light the fireplace, make some Italian Hot Chocolate, pop some pocorn and snuggle up and have movie night.I have decided to embrace the remaining weeks of winter rather than fight it. Funny how a little change of mind set makes you see things so differently. Let the snowballs fall from the sky....8-12 inches forecasted this weekend.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Did the shred again today and took off running in hopes to go long this weekend. I can't wait!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Did the shred again today and took off running in hopes to go long this weekend. I can't wait!
2.17.2010
Let Lent Begin....Got Milk?
My husband grew up in an Episcopal church so Lent has and always will be a big event in his life. I grew up Southern Baptist not knowing exactly what Lent was about except that my best friend always stopped eating candy and had to bring her brown bag lunch to school and eat stinky fish on Friday. She smothered it in ketchup to choke it down. So my initial experiences with Lent were somewhat less than impressive.
Over the past 17 years I have grown to look forward to the season of Lent. We have meet in the middle over the years. We have lived in many, I mean many different states, since joining hands in marriage so each new part of the country we would try a new church, find new traditions, try to keep our personal relationships with God alive and growing. Our current church is a bible based Christain church that meets in a strip mall of sorts and has one rockin' band, lots of opportunities to serve, and a great children's program. We are really enjoying it. But Converse misses the traditional setting especially during this church season. And to be honest I do too.
So we as a family participate or reflect on how to make ourselves better during Lent. This year, Converse, decided to give up carbohydrates. He called me this morning to announce his plan. By mid afternoon he called again laughing and announced God definitely has a sense of humor. Two hours into his famine of no sugar, a delivery truck shows up at his make shift office at a semi-abandoned building at the edge of this small town. He has been working on a project there for months, which seems like years...(Oh I gave up complaining..oops). The delivery driver announces that the local Girl Scouts had ordered 1700 boxes of cookies for a fundraiser. Well, according to the delivery driver, the fundraiser had been postponed so the driver was instructed to drop off the cookies at the building my husband is working at right now. So there sits my carb-free husband surrounded by 1700 boxes of Girl Scout cookies! That my friend is very funny to me. Let Lent begin! Got Milk?
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Ran 4 miles today (on the treadmill again! ) and did Jillian Michaels 30-day Shred. Highly recommend. I ran each day this weekend which was so nice, once even outside, yeah! I am trying to pick a race and then will begin the mileage build-up. I was going to do a race in mid-March but I will not be ready. Bummer! I have been rehabbing a hamstring strain and fell down the stairs with Weebok last week.She was NOT hurt, Thank God! But the hamstring went ouch. It is better though. I could care less about the hamstring as long as she was ok.
Over the past 17 years I have grown to look forward to the season of Lent. We have meet in the middle over the years. We have lived in many, I mean many different states, since joining hands in marriage so each new part of the country we would try a new church, find new traditions, try to keep our personal relationships with God alive and growing. Our current church is a bible based Christain church that meets in a strip mall of sorts and has one rockin' band, lots of opportunities to serve, and a great children's program. We are really enjoying it. But Converse misses the traditional setting especially during this church season. And to be honest I do too.
So we as a family participate or reflect on how to make ourselves better during Lent. This year, Converse, decided to give up carbohydrates. He called me this morning to announce his plan. By mid afternoon he called again laughing and announced God definitely has a sense of humor. Two hours into his famine of no sugar, a delivery truck shows up at his make shift office at a semi-abandoned building at the edge of this small town. He has been working on a project there for months, which seems like years...(Oh I gave up complaining..oops). The delivery driver announces that the local Girl Scouts had ordered 1700 boxes of cookies for a fundraiser. Well, according to the delivery driver, the fundraiser had been postponed so the driver was instructed to drop off the cookies at the building my husband is working at right now. So there sits my carb-free husband surrounded by 1700 boxes of Girl Scout cookies! That my friend is very funny to me. Let Lent begin! Got Milk?
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Ran 4 miles today (on the treadmill again! ) and did Jillian Michaels 30-day Shred. Highly recommend. I ran each day this weekend which was so nice, once even outside, yeah! I am trying to pick a race and then will begin the mileage build-up. I was going to do a race in mid-March but I will not be ready. Bummer! I have been rehabbing a hamstring strain and fell down the stairs with Weebok last week.She was NOT hurt, Thank God! But the hamstring went ouch. It is better though. I could care less about the hamstring as long as she was ok.
2.10.2010
I am 40...Hear me Roar!
Yes, I recently turned 40. It is getting easier to say. I am 40. I AM 40! Ok, a little easier to say. I woke up the morning of my birthday at 5:07 am to be exact to Nike Girl yelling HELP at at top of her lungs. The toilet was overflowing. So there I stood with a plunger as my dear husband whispers in my ear, "Happy Birthday, it can only get better from here." It was a good laugh. Then Weebok started crying from her room. Well, that little adventure quickly turned into the raging stomach flu for Nike Girl and Weebok , so the rest of the day was spent doing laundry. But I was needed and was loved ,so turning 40 was... I guess a little different than I expected but not all bad. God must have known I needed a distraction. Thank you God, I was distracted.
So now that I am 40 I am in the process of a "Decade To Do " list. The best part about making a list like this is that I have started reflecting on my past and realizing all that I have been blessed with.... it definitely puts a new perspective on my everyday existence. Maybe there is a purpose to encountering the same grumpy crosswalk guard every morning(or maybe not). I just feel like I am doing the same routine over and over again. Do you ever feel that way? I am not trying to complain as there is comfort in that, but I like adventure. My soul craves a challenge. So the "Decade to Do " list was born. It is almost complete! Maybe I will share.
So world this blog is a shout out to myself....I am 40...hear me roar! Oops baby crying ,gotta go. Kind of takes the wind out of the sails. God is Good!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Cross trained today with weights and light cardio. Ab workouts bite!
So now that I am 40 I am in the process of a "Decade To Do " list. The best part about making a list like this is that I have started reflecting on my past and realizing all that I have been blessed with.... it definitely puts a new perspective on my everyday existence. Maybe there is a purpose to encountering the same grumpy crosswalk guard every morning(or maybe not). I just feel like I am doing the same routine over and over again. Do you ever feel that way? I am not trying to complain as there is comfort in that, but I like adventure. My soul craves a challenge. So the "Decade to Do " list was born. It is almost complete! Maybe I will share.
So world this blog is a shout out to myself....I am 40...hear me roar! Oops baby crying ,gotta go. Kind of takes the wind out of the sails. God is Good!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Cross trained today with weights and light cardio. Ab workouts bite!
2.08.2010
The Legend of Mr. Blue
It was the spring of Nike Girl's 3rd birthday. She was obsessed with owning her own pet. Something besides the family canine. An animal to call her very own. What about a hamster mommy? No. What about a rabbit mommy? Um, cute but no. What about a rat mommy? No No. What about a snake? Absolutely not. One day while skimming through a Martha Stewart Living magazine I saw the most awesome antique fish bowl with crystal clear water and green plants. A fish would be perfect. So I searched and found an antique bowl and filled it with natural stones and real plants. We ventured to the pet store and looked for the perfect fish. Within seconds Nike Girl found her first pet Mr. Blue.
Mr. Blue is a blue betta that is iridescent when the light hits him. He likes to hide behind the rocks, blow bubbles, and eat. The bowl sits behind our kitchen sink and gets lots of natural light. Nike Girl talks to him every morning for almost 4 years. Mr. Blue seems alive, happy and well....sort of....
Algae likes to grow on the bowl which requires monthly cleanings. No big deal , a simple task. Except that fateful Saturday evening last Feburary. Nana, my mom, had helped clean the fish bowl. Mr. Blue was so excited swimming under each rock enjoying the crystal clear water. A few hours later I was getting a drink and was going to say hello to Mr. Blue. Except I couldn't find him. Where was Mr. Blue? I turned the bowl from side to side, no luck. I called for my mom to look for Mr. Blue. We couldn't see him. So I simply said mom turn on the light. It was slow motion as she reached for the switch. Nooooooooo.......not that switch. The garbage disposal cranked as though it were full. The rest of the story you can fill in. Yep, so after the kids got to bed, the ol' Honda made a run to the supercenter in hopes of finding a replacement.
Next morning, there was Mr. Blue swimming in his new surroundings. Nike Girl looked at him and I was waiting. She simply said, " I think Mr. Blue has been exercising, he looks like he lost some weight." Right then the Legend of Mr. Blue was born.
Unfortunately, again this week Mr. Blue decided to dive into the big blue ocean in the sky after a slight chemical imbalance. However, the next morning, there he was like magic, swimming and hiding under his favorite rock. And again Nike Girl said , "Good Morning" and looked at him for a few seconds then off she went. Someday she will know the rest of the story about Mr. Blue's legend, until then thank goodness for supercenters! Oh by the way, we do seem to have more luck with canines.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: 4 miles on a snowy trail. Awesome! It was so quiet and peaceful. Then 2 miles on treadmill a little faster than on the trail. I was afraid of slipping. Maybe snow is not all bad.
Mr. Blue is a blue betta that is iridescent when the light hits him. He likes to hide behind the rocks, blow bubbles, and eat. The bowl sits behind our kitchen sink and gets lots of natural light. Nike Girl talks to him every morning for almost 4 years. Mr. Blue seems alive, happy and well....sort of....
Algae likes to grow on the bowl which requires monthly cleanings. No big deal , a simple task. Except that fateful Saturday evening last Feburary. Nana, my mom, had helped clean the fish bowl. Mr. Blue was so excited swimming under each rock enjoying the crystal clear water. A few hours later I was getting a drink and was going to say hello to Mr. Blue. Except I couldn't find him. Where was Mr. Blue? I turned the bowl from side to side, no luck. I called for my mom to look for Mr. Blue. We couldn't see him. So I simply said mom turn on the light. It was slow motion as she reached for the switch. Nooooooooo.......not that switch. The garbage disposal cranked as though it were full. The rest of the story you can fill in. Yep, so after the kids got to bed, the ol' Honda made a run to the supercenter in hopes of finding a replacement.
Next morning, there was Mr. Blue swimming in his new surroundings. Nike Girl looked at him and I was waiting. She simply said, " I think Mr. Blue has been exercising, he looks like he lost some weight." Right then the Legend of Mr. Blue was born.
Unfortunately, again this week Mr. Blue decided to dive into the big blue ocean in the sky after a slight chemical imbalance. However, the next morning, there he was like magic, swimming and hiding under his favorite rock. And again Nike Girl said , "Good Morning" and looked at him for a few seconds then off she went. Someday she will know the rest of the story about Mr. Blue's legend, until then thank goodness for supercenters! Oh by the way, we do seem to have more luck with canines.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: 4 miles on a snowy trail. Awesome! It was so quiet and peaceful. Then 2 miles on treadmill a little faster than on the trail. I was afraid of slipping. Maybe snow is not all bad.
2.04.2010
No Sense Thursday
Why am I able to talk to my husband who is shark fishing in the middle of the ocean 2000 miles away at 1am but drop calls when I am driving right past a cell phone tower this morning going to work? This makes no sense to me at all.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Took today off in hopes to run long tomorrow. Probably a mistake because today I might have been able to run outside. Snow forecasted for 5 days straight.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Took today off in hopes to run long tomorrow. Probably a mistake because today I might have been able to run outside. Snow forecasted for 5 days straight.
2.02.2010
Say it ain't so , Phil!
Well the little bristle haired rodent saw his shadow. 6 more weeks of winter, please say it ain't so. I can't run on the treadmill one more day. I am getting ready to enter my mileage build-up. But besides that what about all the shuffling of coats and hats and gloves and boots in and out of the car, trying to keep the tile floor clean, indoor playgrounds full of germs and stinky little socks, icy driveways, the dog absolutely refusing to do her business in snow making me late to work, chapped lips, fly away hair, chili again tonight? Say it ain't so Phil!
Aw, but there is hope, the US National Climatic Data Center estimates Phil’s forecast is correct only about 40 percent of the time. Sounds like good odds in Vegas for Phil to be wrong. So maybe it ain't so.
Hope the sun is shining where you are today.
Happy Stinkin' Groundhog Day!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: 4 miles treadmill Weebok played in her playpen and watched a movie. Seemed to work today. She misses the stroller jogs and so do I.
Aw, but there is hope, the US National Climatic Data Center estimates Phil’s forecast is correct only about 40 percent of the time. Sounds like good odds in Vegas for Phil to be wrong. So maybe it ain't so.
Hope the sun is shining where you are today.
Happy Stinkin' Groundhog Day!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: 4 miles treadmill Weebok played in her playpen and watched a movie. Seemed to work today. She misses the stroller jogs and so do I.
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